#you can't even see if his belt is properly looped anymore

[sandinthemachine]

he woke up late and threw on everything he could reach half asleep 😭

literally, man got dressed in the literal pitch-black middle of night, he looks like the military equivalent of a hungover frat boy doing a walk of shame and half the stuff he grabbed isn't even his stuff

he stole the hat because he doesn't have sunglasses

forget the whole military uniform thing those don't exist...and equipment??? no way, he's got a straw under his hood and he's day-drinking his troubles away waiting to go home

[songmingisthighs]

Hooked

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ch. xxvi - reward

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??? × reader, ateez × reader

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

Once in his room, Hongjoong put you down on his bed and his bag by the foot of his bed.

You sat up to your knees and loop your pointer fingers around Hongjoong's belt loop while looking up at him, "did you really spend your free time trying to solidify my case?" You asked, fingers caressing his belt.

Hongjoong looked at you while biting his bottom lip, excited at the prospect of being rewarded by you. He nodded slowly at your question, "every spare second I have," his breath hitched when you tug him closer by his belt loop.

You immediately reached forward to pull him into a kiss. The kiss felt a bit rough, tongue lashing and teeth clashing with each other in a fight for dominance.

Pulling away slightly, you mumbled against his lips, "is it whore-ish of me to jump on your bones as a form of gratitude?" you asked. He raised an eyebrow at you, "no, definitely not," he simply stated before connecting both of your lips again.

As your lips were busy with each other, your hands began unbuckling his belt and pushing at his shirt, wordlessly telling him that you want his clothes off.

Getting what you wanted, he pulled away for a second to tug his shirt off. As he was about to push his pants off, you stood up and push him back onto his bed, stunning him for a second. His eyes were wide and filled with confusion.

Hongjoong opened his mouth to ask what you're doing but stopped when he saw you beginning to strip for him. You maintained eye contact with him as you slowly peel your shirt off of your body, showing your lacy bra underneath. Slowly, your hand began to trace the hem of your lounge shorts, caressing the skin of your tummy and even your inner thighs before turning around and bending over, pulling it off painfully slowly for Hongjoong's liking.

As your ass and clothed core slowly came into view, Hongjoong groaned in protest. You could hear the sound of his belt and pants being taken off. When you stood back up and turn back to look at him, you saw that his pants had been discarded to the side and he was palming his very obvious bulge over his underwear. He had a smirk on his face and by God if that's not one of the sexiest things you've ever seen.

Even with your underwear still on, you could see that Hongjoong had begun to get very excited by the prospect of being able to feel your pussy again. With the way he gulped as his eyes zeroed in on your clothed mound and the hard on in his underwear seem to grow and twitch, you just can't ignore it.

You climbed back on the bed to straddle Hongjoong's lap. You circled both of your arms around his neck and began to nibble around his collarbone, making him throw his head back and let out the most satisfying groan.

"Please baby, I need to be inside you," he moaned when you suck on the spot just below his ear, "I've been wanting to be inside you since the first time you touched me but Park fucking Seonghwa just had to be there," he grumbled as his hands proceed to grip your hips and pull you down on his lap.

Your hips were flush against his, the flimsy and thin barrier between you two did almost nothing to separate you two. You couldn't help but squeal against Hongjoong's skin when he pushed your hips down to grind him hard.

The feeling of his cock so painfully hard sent shockwaves to your spine. You imagine how he'd feel inside you. Having already seen his oh so pretty cock, you can't deny that the thought sent arousal seeping out of your core.

"Damn it, Joongie, I can't hold it anymore," you unlatch your lips from his skin and immediately get to work. Not bothering to take your panties off, you tug it to the side while simultaneously taking him out of the confines of his underwear.

You look down as your hand pump him, smearing precum all over the tip before aligning it towards your pussy. You let the tip graze over your pussy lip, making Hongjoong exhale shakily at the feeling.

"Shit, (Y/N), no teasing please," he moaned, thrusting his hips up so his head would slide into your dripping hole, making you gasp at the contact.

Though you ended up obeying him. You lower yourself onto him, letting his cock enter you in one move. The feeling of him inside you made you sigh in satisfaction, throwing your head back and closing your eyes to enjoy just having him there.

Hongjoong leaned his face forward and began peppering kisses along your collar bone and chest, he let his tongue glide over your bra and teeth nipping on your nipple over the fabric.

After a while, he began to roll his hips upwards which sends you back to reality after being so distracted by his kisses on your skin.

"No, Joongie," you pouted at him, hands on his shoulders and knees on either side of his legs, "you've done enough for me, so let me do all the work here," you smiled at him before connecting your lips with his again as your hips began to roll against his.

At first, the movements were slow and sensual, both of you just enjoying the feeling of the other. But by the fifth roll of your hips, you began to feel the need for more. So you started to lift your hips and thrust yourself on him to gain more friction.

Soon enough you both began moaning. Lips detached from each other, the moans you both let out only lead you to quicken your pace.

"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my cock, I know you want to," he said. One of his hands reached forward to grip at your jaw, pulling your face close to his. You both were so close but he was keeping a gap between you two. Though you can feel his breath against your lips, you can't help but stare deep into his eyes as his own stared into you, "tell me what else you want," he growled.

The sound of his voice so low and his grip on your jaw almost made your eyes roll back. But you held yourself and focus on him, "I want you to cum in me, make me so full of you that when you pull out I'd be dripping," you dared yourself to let your tongue out and lick his bottom lip, "I want you to make me keep your cum inside me and make me walk around the house still dripping, letting everyone know how you dump your load in me and make me your good girl,"

Your words were the last straw for him.

Before you could realize anything, Hongjoong grabbed one of your legs so that your foot is planted firmly on the bed before proceeding to ram his dick into you at an inhuman speed and such ferocity.

The sudden intrusion made you squeal loudly and wrap your arms around Hongjoong to anchor yourself so you wouldn't fall. His hands moved to hold your hips firmly so he could fuck you better and deeper.

Not wanting for him to work alone, you began moving your hips with him, both of you having a steady rhythm that sent you both closer to your edge.

"J-Joongie, I c-c-can-" you cut yourself to let out a moan when his dick managed to hit your g-spot, "I-I ca-an feel i-i-it! I'm s-so close!" You stuttered out.

"Me too, baby, come on, cum on me," he said under his breath, focus completely on trying to get you to climax.

Both of you started to thrust sloppily, but neither faltered. You both had goals to send the other over the edge.

It didn't take long for you to cum first. When Hongjoong snaps his hips up at you harshly, your body jolted and your legs shook. You gasped loudly when you came which prompted Hongjoong to sneakily reach a hand into your panties to rub at your clit to prolong your climax.

Seeing your fucked out face and the way your walls flutter along with how your juice seeps out of you sent Hongjoong to his own climax. He sent three final harsh thrusts into you before cumming deep inside you, hands still holding onto your hips tightly to make sure he's coating your walls well. He groaned loudly when he felt his cum leak out of you onto both of your and his thighs.

You both stayed in that position for a while. Him still deep inside you and you on his lap, trying to catch both of your breaths. He wrapped his arms around you as you have your head on the crook of his neck, pressing kisses on the sweaty skin which made him chuckle at the feeling and your adorableness.

He was about to say something when suddenly loud bangings were heard from outside his door.

"If you two are done, I have to get something from Seonghwa hyung's desk!!" San's voice yelled out from the other side of the door.

"He's lying! He just wanna see what you guys are doing there," another voice yelled out which you then identified as Yeosang's.

Sounds of someone grumbling and something falling to the floor was heard. You could only assume that San tripped Yeosang after what he had said about him.

Hongjoong groaned at the interruption, his head falling to your shoulder as he mumbled against your skin, "fucking cockblocks can't even let me enjoy my time with you properly,"

You couldn't help yourself but giggle at him, patting his head in a comforting manner.

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[yostresswritinggirl]

Lantern Flame Submission

"Hey Xiao, come see the lanterns with us!" 

The ask does not have any cruel intentions behind it. He knows it. They must have thought he had something to celebrate with Liyue's citizens in their festival. The traveler doesn't know what the lantern rite means to an adeptus like him.

Still, Xiao can't do anything about the karmic strings binded to his wrists, painfully tightening and leaving bruises in his skin. 

"No. I have no interest in human traditions." He scowls at the duo, crossing his arms to hide his hands clenching in fists.

"Huh? But I thought the festival was based on Liyue adepti?" Paimon tilts her head, floating around. Xiao does not answer her, simply choosing to turn around and disappearing from the conversation.

"Hey, Alatus!"

It's been ages, but he can still hear their voice clearly, both in his nightmares and dreams. How ironic is it that he's haunted by the one thing he consumes from mortal lives?

A long time ago, when Xiao was just Alatus, one of the many Yakshas (not the only one who survived). Back when he still had people to come home to, when he fought to survive not only because he had duties to attend to, but because he also had someone special to protect. 

His eyes had focused on their vision, barely hanging from their thigh with a beaten-up string. The crimson on the pyro symbol of his fellow Yaksha matched the red highlights on his own hair, as well as the majority of clothes he wore. For some reason, he seemed to favour the color...

"You should be more careful. You'll end up dropping it one of those days" Alatus scolded them, his eye twitching slightly. However, they didn't pay it much attention, just chuckling as a response to his antics.

"Don't worry, Alatus! It looks simple and weak, but looks can be deceiving, right?"

Somehow, the same thing could be applied to their own person as well. Of all Yakshas, Alatus was sure that the one right in front of him was the most surprising. They were strong enough to slay demons as if they were nothing, but it was their personality that made him fall as hard as he did. 

They held the stars in their eyes. Every day, they would come to him and tell something new that they discovered while wandering around. They held too much love for the world and their habitants to simply pass by things and ignore them.

Back then, Alatus looked foward to passing all days of his immortal life alongside his beloved. Sometimes, fighting was difficult, to the point he didn't know if he was going to make it. But when he thought of his partner waiting for him, he had hope.

But they loved too much.

The negative energy sometimes came to a point where it would corrupt young humans souls, and as their duty, the Yakshas would have to slay them. Having mortal blood on their hands crushed their heart until it couldn't withstand it anymore.

"These voices...please...make it stop!"

He desesperately screamed his lungs out, hoping that at least they would hear his voice over their own screams and come to their senses. He could see their vision splattered on the ground, its red string burning with a cursed black tone within the flames, but they weren't even controling the fire consciously. Karma took over their element, unforgiving, burning every inch of life within range. Alatus tried to get close, but the fire caught on his clothes and it was so painful that he could not breathe properly. In the end, he could not save his lover.

Almost nothing was left of them. The black flames were unforgiving, not sparing even ash of their greed. As if a cruel joke of destiny, the only thing Xiao- not Alatus- could hold as a memory was their red string attached to the vision.

"This is the furtherst I'll go." Xiao stated simply, narrowing his eyes at the traveler and Paimon. The pair sighed in defeat, finally accepting his refusal.

"Okay then. I was hoping to give to you when we were inside Liyue, but since you don't want to go... Take this." 

"... a Xiao Lantern?" He eyed it suspiciously, reluntant in taking the object from the traveler's hands.

"Yeah. I know you don't care for those things, but... People say that wishes come true if you write it on a lantern. Maybe you could try it?"

The adeptus glared at the lantern, as if it had commited a grave sin against Rex Lapis. 

"Whatever. It's time for  you to go." Xiao dismissed them quickly, shaking his head. 

The lantern at his side mocked him at all instants, but he couldn't find it in himself to get rid of it or to leave Liyue's outskirts before. 

The Mingxiao Lantern was at the same time beautiful and painful. Each lantern after it had a red string hanging from them that sent him deep into memories he didn't want to remember, from a time that he wanted to forget. 

His eyes caught on the lantern at his side, untouched.

Maybe it's time to let go.

He untied the string attached to his bells in his belt, staring at it lost. Heart cracking, he instead looped around the lantern, allowing it to soar into the sky.

He hoped that their soul was resting peacefully after so much suffering. Perphaps... one day could he join them?

notes: hiyaa, im the 🐥 anon

please ignore any grammar mistakes saudhsiuafsa im not a english native speaker and im writing this sleep deprived(insomnia does things to you :(( )

also, i dont know what to name this? like, i suck at titles, so feel free to choose!

and yea, morning angst hits different :// idk honestly to think about it??

Omayghad, not to project or anything, but thiz gave me sick Intermittent vibes like an alternate and that's so damn wack. Blessed post!

[lilolilyr]

One liner prompt: 10 with andromaquynh :)

Hi! It's taken me ages to get to this, but now I actually really like how it turned out, I hope you'll like it as well!

on ao3 here! 1k, T, no warnings

one liner prompts | & there are more prompt ideas if you search my blog for 'prompt list' :)

Fluff & humor ahead!

"Hm, we haven't sparred in a while, my love," Quỳnh notes, wrapping her arms around Andromache from behind as she is drinking her coffee, looking out of the kitchen window. "Not since you stopped bleeding, in fact..."

Quỳnh always calls it that, the time where Andy was bleeding, the time she wasn't healing properly, never the time she was mortal. She doesn't believe - doesn't want to, can't perhaps believe that Andromache had ever really been in danger of dying. And maybe she is right, who knows? Fact is, Andy got worse, but then she got better.

"You want to fight me now that you don't have to pretend like you aren't going easy on me anymore?" Andy asks, putting her empty cup down on the windowsill and turning around in Quỳnh's arms. "Want to see whether you can win?"

"I never went easy on you, Quỳnh sniffs disdainfully. "We just didn't fight to death or losing consciousness, and that tends to end in a stalemate."

"Truth," Andromache laughs. "So, you want to spar?"

"Hmm," Quỳnh practically purrs, leaning in closet to peck Andromache on the lips. "We also haven't fought with blades in... Even longer than that."

She hadn't dared fight Andy with any weapons when they had thought that any wrong move could mean her demise.

"Swords or knifes?" Andy asks her, absent-mindedly playing with the hem of Quỳnh's shirt. She had touched Quỳnh and been touched by her a lot since Quỳnh came back, even more since they talked about how they still love each other after all this time, how Andromache never forgot Quỳnh even when she had to turn her back to the search to live herself, and how Quỳnh forgave her for it, if she ever really blamed her at all…

And then, they touched each other even more once Andromache’s immortality had returned, more forcefully and less afraid, touching each other everywhere at any time, but she never grows tired of the other woman's skin and warmth. Still, right now Quỳnh has other plans for them, so Andy slides her hands further down to hook her fingers in the belt loops of Quỳnh's tailored dark trousers to hopefully get less distracted by her skin.

"You have swords here?" Quỳnh asks, surprised, "I thought they were all in the house the others are staying in, that we'd have to revert to kitchen knives while we are staying here."

"While Nicky isn't here to tell us not to, you mean?" Andy laughs. Back in the old times, when it had just been her and Quỳnh, when they had been travelling with one, maybe two blades on a person, each had been used for whatever purpose they had currently needed a knife or weapon for. She wouldn't mind doing the same now, but she has to admit that it has some perks to have different categories of blades – she definitely likes not having to worry about the steak knife having grown dull from fencing anymore.

"No, I have weapons here. Did you really think I'd keep them all in one place?" Andy adds with a grin. "Most of the old European ones are in that safehouse, but I have my own collection. Want to see?"

"Sure!" Quỳnh squeezes her waist another time before she takes a step back. "Lead the way, my love.”

Andromache feels a little giddy with anticipation now. She knows that Nile showed Quỳnh a number of movies already, but she hadn't always been there to see which ones exactly they'd viewed, so she isn't sure whether she'll get the reference - but she thinks Quỳnh will enjoy the sight of her weapons arsenal either way.

"In here."

Quỳnh looks a little surprised when they enter the small room holding cleaning supplies and a few old pairs of shoes, but definitely no weapons. She raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment.

Andy turns back, giving her a grin - and then she turns and pushes the knob a broom is hanging on, and a part of the wall swings inside, giving way to a hidden room with cupboards showcasing several handguns, three rifles, a number of knives, daggers and swords as well as two recurve bows and corresponding arrows.

Quỳnh gapes.

"I’m a bit surprised you didn't already stumble upon this, really," Andromache tells her with a cheeky grin.

Quỳnh pokes her in the ribs, then steps past her to look at the weaponry. There is a switch at the bottom of the hidden room, and when she steps on it, the cupboards light up, the blades gleaming brightly.

"Very James Bond," Quỳnh murmurs appreciatively, and Andromache beams.

"I wasn't sure whether you watched those already."

"Nile showed me some of the new one, says she doesn't like the old ones much," Quỳnh replies distractedly, already stroking over the different daggers and knives.

She saw the bows, too, of course, and it makes her feel all warm and fuzzy to know that Andy kept a weapon like this when it was never her own favourite... But right now, she is looking for something with a bit of a shorter range to fight with Andromache.

"I don't even know whether I've seen the newest films yet, they've made them for decades now," Andy replies, stepping next to her to choose her own blade, picking from a selection of shorter double-sided swords.

Quỳnh smiles at her. "We'll have to see whether there are any that both of us haven't seen yet, and watch one together." She tilts her head and grins. "If you're Bond, does that make me Moneypenny?"

Andy furrows her brows. "Why on earth would you say that?"

Surprised by that reaction, Quỳnh takes the knives she has chosen and steps away from the assorted weaponry. "Why wouldn't I? She's cool, and she shoots at long distance more often. Do you think I need myself to be the main character? Oh, my Anh, you know that I love you to be the main character of my life!"

Instead of either blushing or calling her out on the overload of kitsch, Andromache just blinks.

"I think... that we watched some very different movies. And that I'd prefer watching one of those new ones with you to ever showing you the old ones… or admitting that I built this room inspired by the misogynistic shitshow these films were.”

Quỳnh tilts her head again, then she laughs. "Maybe for the best, if you were so offended on my behalf for calling myself Moneypenny! Now, have you chosen your blades?"

Andromache makes a face, looking down to evaluate Quỳnh's weapons before she goes back to pick her own, biting on her bottom lip. Quỳnh almost chastises her for breaking her own skin when she remembers that it will grow back again now, and she is filled by a warm fuzzy feeling.

Not wanting to focus on it before battle - even if it is just a small training fight in Andromache's spare room - she quickly comments on Andy's indecisiveness instead.

"Can't decide, my love? No wonder, with that selection... Is it even legal to own this many, all under just one of your legal identities?"

Andy grins at her, finally picking a dagger and a sword for herself before she takes a step back as well. "Honestly? I've lost track of all those little laws and regulations ages ago, but no-one's ever come looking to check or count. And if they do...”

Theatrically pulling on a lever, she makes the entire wall swing back around, leaving nothing but the storage room with cleaning supplies visible.

Quỳnh has to laugh.

"How very true, my Anh! Now-" she brandishes her knifes in an attacking stance - "I believe I was promised a fight?"

"And you shall get one!"

~

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The Ghost Of You

03 - Music Room 3007

Chapters songs:

*Dagger; Slowdive

On The Level; Mac Demarco

F song; Strawberry Guy

^^^ when including * in chapters next to a song, that means it is a song that will be performed in the chapter.

———

— Y.L. Perspective

      "Sunshine girl is sleeping. She falls in dreams alone," sings Toruku in a calming tone into a microphone, along with the strumming of a guitar. "And me, I am her dagger. Too numb to feel her pain."

     "The world is full of noise, yes. I hear it all the time. And me, I am your dagger. You know I am your wound." I join in, adding onto his

      The words we sang were truly upsetting. About a boy, a lover, who is aware he's hurting the girl he loves. I couldn't compare any relationship I'd ever been through to those lyrics.

      Although one had always caught my eye: "I didn't really lose you, I just lost it for a while." It was easy to automatically think of the boy I was duetting with when we covered this; for some time now, Toruku has had small feelings for me.

       One of the things that repelled me from a relationship with him was the idea that it would end horribly, and that it would potentially ruin our relationship.

      Not to mention how much drama that would cause for two other unproblematic teenagers who were only trying to make a living off of their talent: Hikishi and Giki.

      But today wasn't about what would happen between the two of us— today was her day.

     "I thought I heard your whisper, it happens all the time." And with that, the song is brought to an ending, followed by my gaze met with the blonde boy.

       "That was, once again, better than before. But I feel as if it's missing something." He explains, as he removed the wooden instrument from his arm and leaned it against the bean bag he sat in.

       Music room 3007 contained the following: I couple of bean bag seats, a coffee table, a vending machine, almost every instrument in existence in an extra storage room, tools used to record and analyze music, and posters + records we kept throughout the years.

       Truth is, music room 3007 wasn't even really a part of the school anymore. Sure, it was still on maps and the district still paid the electricity, cable, and water bill. But barely any students or teachers paid much attention to it, for it was stuffed behind the gyms, which were two large buildings that would block out any view of the smaller one that stood behind it.

      'I hope Sugawara won't have any problem with finding this place.' I think to myself, as I stand from the chair to turn the camera and microphone off.

      We would set up different amps, microphones, and cameras when recording a cover of a song. This time, it was a basic acoustic from 1993, named 'Dagger' by Slowdive.

     After turning it all off, I plop back onto the cushion. "I think we've don't this quite enough times already, 'Ruku. We should upload it already and get on to the second song. I mean, we've been here a whole hour trying to perfect 'Dagger'." I say, removing my uniform's blazer, and throwing it across the coffee table. Next came my tie, and I unhooked the first two small buttons of my white collared shirt. The music room got hot when so many electronics were in use.

     "Maybe you're right. We should probably get onto another song." He replied, running his hands in the bridge of his nose and down his neck.

      I quickly stand up from my chair and stand behind him, leaning onto his shoulders. "I think you're just tired. Are you sure you wouldn't wanna go home?"

      Toruku runs a hand up my arm, patting my shoulder, then sighs heavily. I couldn't imagine how tired he must be after today. His thoughts must've been wearing him down. "Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I don't wanna leave you all alone."

      "No need, Sugawara will help me get home, remember?" I ask him, followed by a moan of protest. It worried me that Sugawara and Toruku most likely wouldn't get along, especially since both seemed so compatible at first.

      Both his hands leave mine and lay in his lap. "And what's with this Suga guy, Y/n? Is he your buddy?" His voice echoed through the band room, stabbing the back of my brain while I think for an answer that wouldn't sound suspicious. I would say no, but who knew what the future could hold.

"I dunno. But he means no harm! At least I think so.." Tired from squatting, I lift to stand on both feet properly. Toruku slides his hand away from my figure and brings it towards his face. It covers his mouth as he once again sighs. "You seem tired after today, Ruku. Is it because of Moku?"

Hopefully, I hadn't overstepped any boundaries with what I had said. Hopefully, I was remotely correct about why he looked so down. "Yeah, it is. I won't act as if it doesn't bother me because I know it bothers you too. Although it's been three years, I still feel very guilty for going on without her."

'At least he knows I'm here with him.' I thought, moving to the bean bag I had been in just a few moments ago. By her, I meant Torukus passed girlfriend, and my best friend: the reason I practically stopped living at the age of fifteen. Honestly, Toruku and I weren't even really that close. I knew her as her boyfriend and he knew me as her best friend. And as close as we were to her, we were never friends. Moku's death only brought us closer to each other, stirring up the beginning of a rock band.

      "I know what you mean. I do. Thankfully, this birthday of hers went better than the last two, wouldn't you say?" I ask, leaning on my elbows that sat on my knees.

      "Definitely. The previous ones all ended up in fights and long makeups. I guess we're just more laid back about it now," He explains, getting up from his seat, and browsing the instruments that were hung on the wall. His fingers wrap around his belt loops as he stands. "I feel bad for getting over her so quickly."

       "I know exactly what you mean. Never forget that I'm right here next to you, Toruku. That we've gotten through this together instead of alone. Although I wish you had talked to me more when it had first happened, I was all alone!" I chuckle at the last part, even if it wasn't funny at all. "I think the life we made out of our relationship has turned out for the better. Look where we are now: moving to American in about a year to sign to a label. Wouldn't she be proud we've gotten so far?"

      "Maybe you're right," Toruku says, leaning against the back wall. His hair danced over his eyes barely, as they stared right at me. "Maybe you should hit up Toru and Hajime, ask how they're doing. They went through this too, you know."

      "Yeah, I know. I haven't because I'm afraid of what they'll say, or if they even say anything at all. They're both a part of a very different social class after all. If anything, I'll probably get a simple thumbs up on my message." My voice grows low, expressing my tiredness from this conversation already.

      Toru and Hajime were two other people that used to be in my friend group with Moku throughout our childhood. Both were loud and expressive and played volleyball, but they were also very kind and friendly towards Moku, Toruku, and me. Once middle school had started, the five of us grew closer and closer by the second. We joined volleyball clubs, hung out at our houses practically every day, and grew popular throughout the years. But once Moku had passed, we all fell apart. She was what held us together after all.

       Both Hajime and Toru decided to go to another high school, and Toruku and I went to another. After that, we hadn't heard a single word from them.

      "It's worth a try, Y/n. We wouldn't want to seem inconsiderate." Toruku says as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his pockets, as well as a lighter. After lighting one, the smoke leaves his mouth slowly, as he continues. "I wish you would at least try to make amends between them. You were closer to them than I ever was."

     "I'll try. Just not now."

———

       After another hour of practice with Toruku, the two of us stood silent on our phones while we waited for Sugawara. Something told me that he had gotten lost. Either that, or he just forgot about me, which I wouldn't blame him for.

       But right when I was about to tell Toruku that we should go home, a message from an unknown number had shown up on the top of my phone screen that alarmed me.

      [Text Message: ###-###-####]

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on the school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

     [Reply to ###-###-####]

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

       After the second the message gave me a preview, I fully entered the screen. It had a profile picture, but not a contact name. Although, that was my very first-year-like of me to be irresponsible. [Sugawara] read the title after I'd edited it, and nothing more. Only a few brief messages that we had just sent to each other.

Sugawara

  

Hey, I can't find the music room. It's not on school campus. Either that, or it's the most invisible classroom ever brought to this school.

I'm assuming this is Sugawara? Sorry, I don't have your number saved. If otherwise, the wrong number.

Actually, right number! But seriously... I have no idea where the hell you are. Is it off-campus? I might just cry if I don't figure this out. I've been at it for a solid ten minutes.

Ten minutes?? Damn boy, you could've just asked to meet me in the cafeteria or something. Toruku and I have been waiting here for a while as well.

Sorry!!

No need to apologize.

- you have started sharing your location with {Sugawara}-

Thanks. See you in a bit.

      After discussing where I was hanging, I decided to look more into this saved contact. 'Had I really been so close to him as to have discussions with him?' I think as I decide to read a few more messages above our most recent convo. They only consisted of homework answers, tutoring questions, and a few more comments about school festivals and such. A good ten invites to a volleyball game were stored in there as well. I hadn't realized how much he had meant to me just two years ago. Time flies, taking most of your memories with you.

      A few more moments went by before a knock came upon the room's entrance door, as well as the voice of someone behind it. "Uhm— hello..? Is this the right room?"

     "No, go away," Toruku replies in a deeper, scarier voice as he shuffled towards the door to reveal Sugawara standing there alone with a frightened expression.

      Suga sighed, putting a hand over his chest while he smiled. "That gave me a heart attack." He says, fixing his eyes towards my sitting figure. "Ready to go?"

     I nod, lifting from my seat and stretching out my arms while yawning loudly. "God, I'm tired," I mumble to myself, gathering my bag and the tie and jacket I had taken off, before slowly walking over towards Sugawara. "Isn't it after practice? Shouldn't you be all tired and worked out?"

    "Oh, no. Today was only focused on the new players, which honestly didn't go so well." He explained, finishing with a soft chuckle. Though I could tell it was filled with disappointment, for the way he looked down on the floor was purely depressing.

      But quickly steered the conversation another way to distract him from it; that was the least I could do. "Oh, well, today it was just Toruku and me. But thankfully we just recorded some extra vocals so we didn't have to record the rest of the teams' jobs."

     Sugawara distracts himself, taking small glances around the room as I explain to him what we did. He observes the different colors and pictures on the walls, the furniture we helped ourselves to, and the instruments gathered onto the wall. "It looks quite comfortable in here. To be honest, I'm surprised that the school even lets you decorate this place all by yourselves."

       "They didn't, they just don't know about it. It's quite convenient if you ask me.." I mumble, shuffling from one foot to the other. What I said was no lie, we were truly blessed to have had a room to ourselves here on campus. If it wasn't for the band teacher who had shown it to us, we probably would've spent our practice time in a garage where there's no AC or comfortable floors.

      Meanwhile, Toruku explained to Sugawara the reasoning behind each decoration, I check the timing. It was 6:00 PM, just in time for my mother to get home from work.

      "Should we get going?" I ask the grey-haired boy, as he's brought back to reality. He and Toruku sharply turn, pausing their supposedly intriguing conversation, as he nodded to my question.

       "I guess so. Well, thank you for showing me this place, I never would've discovered it if it wasn't for you two." Sugawara states, bowing towards the blonde boy with a cigar.

      "Alright, I'll catch you later, Y/n. And it was nice meeting you today, Sugawara." After I have a small hug to Toruku and said my goodbyes, Suga and I were out the door.

      Our walk began with the two of us climbing down a few stairs, and jogging towards where the sidewalk actually began. From there on, it was easy getting towards the main part of campus, and walking home would be a piece of cake. For Sugawara, I mean.

       "So, do you walk home every day?" I ask, tightening my hands around my bento box. The silence between us rested heavily on my chest; not a single word left his mouth.

       But it may have been because he was stuck in his own little world, for soon after my question, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and cleared his throat. "Oh, no— not really. I only walk after practice when I stay late. But on free days, like in the morning, I ride the bus."

       Nodding, I explain my way of getting to and from school as well. "Me too. Well, usually my mother would drive me before school even started. Either that or I would ride my skateboard and hide it in some gutter. You know how angry the school gets about skateboards." I laugh, hoping he'd approve of joking with school rules. But knowing Sugawara, he probably already knew I bend some.

       "Ah, yes. That's convenient. But how far did you live before moving into [Neighborhood]? Surely not too far, right?" He questions, looking down at me for an honest answer.

        I widen my eyes at this, making my answer to his questions obvious already. "Uhm.. no! Just a mile and a half away, not a big deal.." My head turns the other way while I giggle at Sugawara's shock. It wasn't a big deal for me at all, I didn't mind getting the few extra steps in the morning. As for him, he must have not had to walk that far every day to understand. I didn't blame him for being so surprised. It wasn't every day you find someone who voluntarily walks that far.

      "Oh— that's.. that's a lot! I'm sorry that you had to do that. It must have been hell! But thankfully you have someone to join you on transportation, right?" Sugawara gives me side-eyes, as a smile appeared on his pale face.

      "Yeah.. you're right." My sentence runs low in the cold, shaking as I shift from the sidewalk to the road. The pavement felt hard and slippery due to the transition from winter to spring, yet it was still freezing outside.

      "You know... it was strange bumping into you today. To be honest, I feel like I'm fifteen again. I think that's just how you make others feel, you know?" My words come out abruptly, but I didn't mind. After today's long day all I wanted was one honest conversation.

     Thankfully, Sugawara felt the same I did. "Spending time with each other must have brought back lots of memories, even if they were small." He says to me, observing the way my feet jumped from the curb to the street.

      The feeling he brought was like a scent from years ago when you're a little kid. Whether you're reading by a window, or running through a meadow, you'd forgotten it ever even tickled your senses.

     "It's kind of strange. Even if we weren't best friends, you still meant a lot to me. I'm wondering whether or not you're still the same, and if that could be brought back." I explain, drawing out my arms to make a tree-like pose while I played hopscotch with the roads. The keychains that hung on my badge made a 'clunk!' noise against the ID, meanwhile, I discussed. "We've both changed so much, Sugawara."

       "You're right, we have. But for the better, you know? I think at the moment I'm mentally healthier than in the past year. And as for you, I think anyone can see that. I don't mean that your time of grief was a mistake, but I'm happy that you've been nicer to yourself."

       "Yeah, me too." My words stutter, interrupted by the loud engine behind me. Sugawara and I quickly turn towards the noise, widening our eyes at how close the vehicle was. Suddenly, an ear-piercing honk is signaled from the driver, and I'm quickly pulled from in front of the car to under a streetlight in one's arms.

       The action is hasty and happened in just a split second, but enough to save me from being run over. Barely comprehending what had just occurred, I freeze in place just like the slippery road. And as the car honks off, I'm left, once again, alone with Suga. Only this time, uncomfortably in his arms.

     Lightning travels down my back once I realize I was being held by a stronger, warmer body. Both my arms were being tightly held by his, and my body barely being separated from his by an inch. I stared right into his eyes, as he did so as well.

     "Y/n, you. you've got to be careful. Be careful."

      Sugawara's words ring in my ears, as I rapidly blink to regain consciousness. Immediately after, a scatter to search for my school bag, which was thrown only a few feet away from me. After retrieving it, I quickly stand onto my feet and turn to Suga, who's already prepared to continue our walk.

      "I'll be careful."

      With that, the two of us continue our journey towards home in silence once more.

      I've gotta be careful with Sugawara.

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happy anniversary love! I've always loved "wrapped up in a bow" and it's christmas sequel (can't remember the name sorry), anyways can i get an hc on what,,, activities those two had during valentines

okay ngl I had a vague idea about doing a valentines sequel (partially inspired by seeing him play live oops) but didn’t really have it in me to write a whole fic about it so i definitely have some Thots about this:

(under a cut for length and smut)

Roger is the one to suggest tying you up this time. It seemingly comes out of nowhere while you’re just talking.

You joked about how finding you in nothing but the bow was becoming a holiday tradition between you but he shook his head and said he had something a bit different in mind. 

But bondage is fun and you trust him to take care of you (in every sense of the word) so you quickly agree and ask him what he had in mind.

“How do you feel about spanking?”

“Very good,”

“What about spanking with not just my hand?”

“Still very good as long as we don’t use a crop. That sounds like too much,”

“Would a belt be okay? Or a paddle?”

“I think I could be okay with both.”

“Okay. In that case, what if I tied your arms to the roof and spanked you a lot?”

“To the roof?”

He reminds you that the house has exposed ceiling trusses in a lot of it’s rooms and it wouldn’t be too hard to tie you to one.

You’re excited and agree to it.

There’s the usual talk of safewords while you strip and he get’s you set up, always taking care not to put too much strain on your wrists even though they’re cuffed together, the rope tied to the chain and then looped over one of the wood beams in one of the living rooms. 

He’s still fully clothed which he knows makes you feel more exposed and turned on.

You’re tied in such a way that you can’t really stand with your feet flat on the floor, instead balancing on the balls of your feet which is fine until the first spank lands unexpectedly and you jolt off balanced

“Fuck,”

Roger just laughs, walks around you like he’s trying to find the best angle to hit you from, and waits until you’ve righted yourself before he does it again.

You’re a little more prepared the second time but the third comes faster than you’d anticipated and the fouth much much slower. 

You moan on the fifth and Roger laughs again, teasing you about getting off on being treated like that as he gently rubs your bum to ease the pain a little.

“I think I might need to step it up a notch, make you earn your orgasms properly.”

He walks away and you try to turn to see where he went but you just end up stumbling and trying to right yourself again, hoping he didn’t noticed

He definitely did.

The next hit comes from a leather paddle, smoother than Roger’s hand, stinging a bit more though.

Roger delights in showing you how different they feel, hitting one cheek with the paddle and one with his hand before taking to you with just the paddle

slow slow FAST slow FAST FAST FAST FAST slow

you never sure when the next hit will come, just that it hurts when it does. 

By now you’re crying. You held off as long as your could, blinking back tears when his palm came down on you particularly hard, but now, under the sting of the paddle you can’t stop them.

Roger pauses to check if you’re okay, saying you’re safeword and asking if you want to use it.

You say no, sure it hurts but it also feels really fucking good and you know he’ll make it worth it in the end.

“Okay, if you’re sure. You do look very pretty like this, mascara all over your face. Makes you look like a whore. So I’m going to give you a small break.”

The next hit is his hand on your breast followed by the paddle against your cunt, making you squeal and fall off balance again.

But he’s quick to sooth the slap, fingers spreading your wetness over your clit as he pulls another moan from you. You whine when he stops to spank you again.

“Aww, did you want me to keep playing with your drippy little pussy?”

“Ple-ase,”

“You want me to fill your cunt? stuff you full while I keep spanking you?”

“Y-es, yes, god, please Daddy,”

He slid two fingers into you, pumping them slowly in and out, adjusting his angle until you felt him caress your wall and you moan loudly.

“I’ve got a game for you to play,” he leaned into your ear to talk and you couldn’t help but shiver at his voice, “I’m going to put this,” he held up the paddle, “right here,” he pushed the handle into your cunt, fucking you with it briefly, “And you’re going to try not to drop it. Clear?”

“yes Daddy,”

“Good girl,”

He have you a moment to adjust before he brought the belt down on you. 

You heard it before you felt it, half a second warning as it swung through the end and the leather collided with your already stinging arse.

Roger stepped close, rubbing the spot he just hit, “How was that?”

“I ca- I can take more,”

“Okay,” He pushed the handle of the paddle deeper into you, reminding you to keep a hold of it, and then he was stepping back again and taking aim with the belt. 

It stung even more than the first time, making you howl, but you held onto the paddle.

Another pause, another bite from the belt, he noise of it moving through the air you’re only real warning that it’s coming.

“Aww, kitten, you dropped it.”

“I’m so-r-ry,” it’s more sob than sentence 

“Hey, that’s okay, kitten,” Roger comes round to your front and cups your cheek, wiping away some of the tears with his thumb, “You’re doing so well, you held it for so long. I’m going to give you one more okay?”

You shake your head.

“No? You don’t want any more?”

“Not one. Three, Daddy. Give me three more. With the metal.”

“I’m not giving you three with the metal. This isn’t a punishment. I still want to fuck you afterwards and if I push you too far neither of us will be in the mood anymore.

“Okay, but I could take it.”

“I know you could but I don’t want you to. So, one with the metal.”

You nodded and took a deep, steadying breath. First the whistle, then the impact, then the sting. Except the impact felt different to before. The leather had left you with a duller pain the the sharp bite of the cool metal. You rocked forward on your toes with the force of it but righted yourself quickly, a couple extra sobs escaping you.

Roger dropped the belt where he stood and came back round to face you, his fingers of one hand dropping to rub your clit as he brought his other hand down on your arse twice more.

Your moan stuttered over sharply drawn breath with each spank but he kept going until you came from the stimulation. 

“Good girl. Now, are you okay?”

“Yes Daddy, a bit sore but I’m still really horny.”

“Does that mean you’re ready for Daddy’s cock, Kitten?”

“Please,”

“Okay, hold your horses while I untie you.” As quickly as he could he loosened the knots in the rope, untying you from the ceiling though your wrists were still cuffed together.

Once you were free he pulled you over to the couch, pushing you down onto it.

He didn’t bother undressing, just pushed his pants down enough to pull his cock out, hard after seeing you a bound mess.

You whined when he slid into you from behind, grabbing your hips to pull you back into him.

Every thrust was slow and deep and had you panting in seconds.

Until he shifted his hands, grabbed your arse instead, fingers digging into the bruises and welts already forming.

You whimpered but you could feel your orgasm approaching, your whines turning to uncontrollable begging for Roger not to stop. 

“You go-nna be a good slut and c-cum on my cock? Fuck, so wet. Nothing but a - a filthy whore, ge-tting off on being sp-anked like that.”

You came with a cry as he hit you a final time, the noise of the hit ringing through the room but then he was following you over the edge, pushing himself deep and staying here until he was done. 

Once you were uncuffed and he was sure you felt okay he got you some cold packs and cream and took it upon himself to rub the cream over your bum, apologising every time you winced. 

And then he asked you to stand long enough for him to lay on the couch so you could lay on top, your head on his chest, the cold packs balanced on your arse, still praising you for taking it all so well.