#// and cream's going to school for something cool; the end

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[kenmasssperson]

HAIKYUU BOYS HEADCANONS

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Kageyama Tobio, Kenma Kozume, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintarou, Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji.

Tags: random haikyuu boys headcanons no one asked for

Btw im so sorry i got such a writer block for a long time, I promise I'll write the requests soon!

SHOYO HINATA:

★ I feel like Hinata would be such a sweet boyfriend. Like SUPER sweet.

★ He'd stop his bike on his way to school just to pick up a flower that caught his attention and then he'd give it to you with a bright smile.

★ He's one of those people who know everyone. When you two go out you have to stop every five seconds because he saw a friend, or someone he met throught volleyball. He even makes conversation with his sister's friends' moms.

★ Your family loves him, final. All the little kids adore him too, he literally joins any game your cousins or little siblings are playing without hesitantion.

★ Worst at boardgames. He just doesn't understand most of them LMAO.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO:

★ Also really bad at board games. He gets so frustrated.

★ I feel like he's just as fan of ice cream as he is of milk (his favorite flavors are dark chocolate, lemon and strawberry)

★ He's one of those people who like to hang out in quiet parks, and maybe not do anything, just sit on a bench and let you talk.

★ He's lowkey scared of kids and kids are scared of him.

★ Really awkward type of sweet. He's mostly clueless about everything.

KENMA KOZUME:

★ Builds a minecraft house for the two of you.

★ I think if you don't like cats he just directly doesn't take an interest in you. Cats are the only alive being he never gets tired of.

★ he'd be so sweet to his own cats. Just petting them while he plays videogames and silently feeding them when he sees they have little food or water (he's so attentive)

★ He likes to lay on his bed, rest his head on your lap and play videogames like that. If you play with his hair Kenma melts. Forget about him ever letting you stand up again.

★ If you text him he answers dryly and shortly like "ok", "lol" or "cool"

★ "I think I did horrible in my math test..." "Cool"

★ But he really likes it when you text him and cares about what you say, that's why he would send a crying cat sticker after that short reply.

★ If you're dating Kenma it means he really, really, really likes you a lot.

★ Sends you Tiktok videos about videogames or cats just saying "us"

★ I feel like he'd be so so so good at making origami but he's too lazy.

KUROO TETSURO:

★ You don't know if he's your biggest hater or your most devoted lover. He lives to tease the hell out of you and then he'd kiss you or hug you when you got mad, chuckling and apologizing sweetly.

★ Loves your hair, he feels personally offended if you cut it or do something to it without telling him beforehand (if you don't have hair he teased you a lot but secretly loves how soft your bare head is)

★ SUCH A NERD

★ Lots of dad and chemestry jokes he's so damn proud about.

★ He would never in his life cheat, he adores you so damn much.

SUNA RINTARO:

★ So. Many. Tiktok. Videos.

★ A LOT of brainrot videos, videos of people critizing an artist, movie or book you like just cause he's just mean like that.

★ This boy loves critizing influencers so much. You never hear the end of it. And if you join him, he's delighted.

★You're the first one to watch the fights of the Miya twins he records.

★ He is the laziest person ever. His plans mostly consist on watching movies with you or just laying on bed watching tiktok with you.

★ He has a whole album of silly and cute pictures he took of you. THERE ARE SO MANY.

OIKAWA TOORU:

★ He clings to you 24/7.

★ He loves following you around like a lost puppy, complaining about everything like the drama queen he is.

★ Oikawa loves to ramble about you and show you off to whoever will listen (Iwa-chan knows everything about you at this point)

★ When Oikawa and Iwaizumi pass by a shop, Oikawa's eyes would light up and he'd point something out and say something like "y/n-chan loves this..." and then ramble on.

★ Loves giving gifts to you.

★ I know a lot of people say he would 100% cheat on his partner. Well i dont think so. He'd be so obsessed with you, he adores you.

★ He tells you EVERYTHING about volleyball and you have to watch matches with him.

★ Again, he's so touchy and clingy. He loves to hug you, cuddle you, kiss you, anything.

★ Super jealous. And he'd get even more clingy and whiny when he gets jealous.

AKAASHI KEIJI:

★ Sweetest, most green flagged boyfriend ever.

★ He is like a second mom, he worries so much about you.

★ makes sure you wear a jacket when its cold, that you don't forget lunch and that you sleep enough.

★ Likes to give you soft kisses on top of your head.

★ He's so gentle and so good at comforting.

★ He likes to eat in places you don't know or cook with you and have a cozy movie night.

[lexiputellas]

"The Space Between Us," from the Broken Vows series.

The scent of vanilla lingers on your skin as you smooth lotion over your arms, the coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of your bedroom.

The clock on the nightstand reads 9:36 PM. Alexia’s still not home.

You know where she is—her calendar said she had a photoshoot today. She didn’t mention it, didn’t text to say it might run late. You only know because you check, because you still care.

A sound from the front door catches your attention.

You know the rhythm of her arrival by heart.

The shuffle of shoes being kicked off—never in the right place, yet somehow always appearing neatly in the closet by morning. The familiar jingle of keys landing in the bowl. The soft rustle of fabric as she shrugs off her coat, placing it over the arm of the sofa instead of hanging it up. You’ve asked her a hundred times to bring it to the bedroom instead, but some habits never change.

She used to laugh when you nagged her about it. Used to press a kiss to your forehead and say, "Lo siento, amor," before distracting you with her hands on your waist, her lips on your neck.

Now, there’s only silence.

You set your lotion aside and make your way to the bathroom, falling into your nighttime routine. Cleanser, toner, serum, eye cream, moisturizer, retinol.

Alexia used to tease you about it. Once, she asked why you spent so much on skincare. Is La Prairie expensive? Yes. But so is trying to look younger, prettier, wanted.

She appears in the doorway as you are lost in thoughts, already undressing, moving around you without a word.

No, hey, I was looking for you, baby.

No playful touch, no kiss on your shoulder as she passes. Just a small, absentminded peck on your forehead.

"Hi," she says, before turning toward the shower.

You swallow, setting down your moisturizer. Fine.

"Hi. How was your day? Your photoshoot?" You ask because you still care, even if she doesn’t ask about yours.

Alexia pauses, brows pulling together slightly. "What photoshoot?"

Your stomach twists. "The one on your calendar."

For a second, something flashes across her face—Guilt? Annoyance?

"Oh, right. I forgot. Good. It was for Nike," she says, turning the water on. "I don’t know if the campaign’s coming out anytime soon, though."

"Why not?"

"Something about the shirts being released later, I think."

"Oh."

You nod, pressing your lips together as you watch her. Her toned stomach, strong legs, the way she looks the same as when you met. Maybe you should start going to the gym again. You used to love it. You used to love going together.

But Alexia’s already stepping into the shower, and the conversation ends there.

You finish your routine in silence and slip into bed, the sheets cool against your skin. Alexia follows a few minutes later, her hair damp, the scent of her body wash lingering in the air.

She slides under the covers beside you, her back turned, scrolling through her phone.

You shift closer, letting your hand trace along the curve of her stomach.

She doesn’t react.

Your fingers skim higher, your touch soft, searching. You press a kiss behind her ear, your lips lingering.

She used to love this. Used to shiver under your touch, turn to you with a lazy smile and pull you closer.

Now, she just exhales sharply. "Not tonight."

Your hand stills.

Something tightens in your chest.

"Lately, it's never tonight," you say, trying to sound lighthearted, but the words betray you.

Alexia sighs. "I'm tired, amor. It’s been a long day."

You force a small nod. "Yeah… me too."

She lets out a quiet scoff, shaking her head as she turns onto her side. "Yeah?" she says, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Long day of what? Ordering more skincare? Taking Nora to school?"

It’s said like a joke, but it isn’t funny.

You let out a quiet breath, looking at her—really looking at her.

The woman who used to bring you coffee in bed just because she wanted to see you smile. The woman who used to call you on her way home just to ask how your day was. The woman who used to pull you into her lap, nuzzle into your neck, tell you she couldn't imagine falling asleep without you in her arms.

Where did she go?

When did she stop seeing you?

Your throat tightens, but you force yourself to nod, to smile as if it doesn’t hurt.

"Yeah," you whisper. "Something like that."

Alexia hums, already turning away, her back facing you as she pulls the blanket over her shoulder. Just like that, the conversation is over.

You stare at the ceiling, listening to the sound of her breathing slow.

Once, she couldn't sleep unless she was holding you.

Now, she barely even touches you.

Your fingers curl into the sheets, your chest hollowing out, aching.

You turn onto your side, facing away from her, blinking hard against the sting behind your eyes.

You won’t cry.

Not over this.

Not when you’re not even sure she’d notice.

[bbyobbyo]

seventeen as dads headcanons

content: reader is married to svt, normative(?) family structure, literally just unhinged thoughts, not proofread lol

note: was trying to write an actual fic but then got distracted sorry, dadventeen brainrot is so real

Seungcheol

Super protective “don’t touch my family” dad outwardly

All of his kids’ friends are straight up SCARED of him

But within the household he's the one sneaking ice cream when you say no, albeit guiltily

Shopping trips with him will always result in buying something for them and he is very willing to be taken advantage of

“Babe if I can’t spoil them now, they’re gonna grow up and move out before we know it!”

Tries his best to be handy around the house, but probably makes it worse, ends up calling Mingyu to come fix it

Jeonghan

DEFINITELY a “go ask your mom” dad

This man not only powerless, he doesn't even want the power, he's just here to have a good time and if you say they can't, then sorry kiddo

You can’t tell me that he doesn’t bring up becoming a family prank channel at least once a week

LOVES bragging to everyone else about his kid’s achievements, cannot shut up about them to anyone in a 5 foot radius tbh

His kids definitely talk to him about everything, which is great because he is SO nosy.

Has a list of all their best friends, enemies, and crushes at school somewhere on his notes app for future reference when they come to him for advice

Joshua

The REAL practical joke dad, admittedly made them cry a few times when they were younger and felt really bad about it

Perfect sweet husband and father in image, all of his kids know he’s actually lame af

Dominates the summer barbeques, UNDISPUTED GRILLMASTER

Super dependable, will drop everything if his family needs him and never goes back on his word

Gives surprisingly good fashion advice

Jun

Definitely walks around the neighborhood with his baby in a sling carrier strapped to his front, POINTS AT EVERYTHING OF INTEREST

When they start learning how to speak he adopts all his baby’s weird mannerisms (it started off as a cute joke but then realized he couldn’t stop)

Cries at every baby milestone until they’re like 10

Will not stop bringing up embarrassing childhood moments, especially in front of their kids’ friends/significant others

Cuts fruit for them instead of apologizing

Hoshi

Will fully ally himself with his kids

Like legit would do anything for them. ANYTHING.

I’m talking borderline go to his kid's school to beat up their hypothetical bullies himself sort of dad

The kids can always count on him to say yes if you say no

Absolutely DEVASTATED when they grow out of the tiger stuff he buys for them and become angsty teens

“What do you mean tigers aren’t cool? Do you not love your old man anymore?”

Wonwoo

Quiet doting dad

Definitely more affectionate when the kids are younger but gets into the awkward advice-giving stage when they grow up

LAME DAD JOKES GALORE, groaning is a regular activity in this household

Tries to google basic algebra every time his kids ask for help on math homework because he doesn’t want to admit he forgot everything

Chaotic af unsupervised. “Guess we’re having pizza again tonight kiddos” kinda dad because he cannot and should not cook

Jihoon

Another quiet dad, but make it savage

I feel like he would just love roasting his kids (affectionately of course)

And always overwhelmingly acts of service so his kids know they are loved

Allowance randomly appearing under their pillow, their favorite foods magically stocked in the fridge, always relenting to one last bedtime story no matter how tired he is

Would let you have final say but he makes it really clear he’s on their side and empathizes with them but its out of his hands

“Next time just don’t get caught, okay?” *winks*

Minghao

Loves loves loves just spending time with his babies

Doesn’t matter what he’s doing he just wants to be in the same room as them or cuddling and holding them

Emphasizes equality in your relationship so his kids can grow up with those values and learn to respect others

TURNS EVERYTHING INTO A LIFE LESSON OH MY GOD

Doesn’t believe in allowances but will cave and literally buy them anything they want if they ask

Would rather die than miss any important event (competition, speech, recital, talent show, graduation, etc.)

Mingyu

Absolute super dad, what can’t he do? Nonstop home improvement projects, cooks anything his kids are craving, offers to drive everyone everywhere

But also the whiniest dad ever lol constantly complains about people “ruining his system”

Absolutely FUCKS at the school bake sales, earns them twice the target fundraiser amounts because he's dilf material and knows how to get the moms to spill their pockets

Likes to have the final say, but you’re both usually on the same page in regards to discipline so his kids aren’t getting away with anything

Just the most supportive dad in the universe, the kids learn to never take him for granted

Seokmin

You already know his kids are gonna be spoiled rotten. He will be the favorite parent by default sorry I don't make the rules!!

His arms are the very definition of a safe space

Leaves all the discipline to you because he cannot keep a straight face when delivering a lecture (one time he made them cry and also ended up crying because he felt so bad)

Does so much embarrassing shit just to cheer his kids up when they have a bad day, acts surprised when they tell him he's cringe

Such a pushover that they are probably gonna make fun of him when they're older, but that's okay because they know there's no universe in which their dad will stop loving them

Seungkwan

As long as he can pick them up still, his kids are never on the ground for too long

Two words: SPORTS. DAD.

He could practically captain the cheerleading teams at their school with how many events he's been to

Knows all of his kids’ friends parents, they all get together and have coffee once a month actually

Nags nonstop and complains about everything he has to do for them, but is always diligent and does it without question

Gets so pouty when they start getting embarrassed to show affection, he WILL get his cheek kisses if it's the last thing he does!!

Vernon

Chillest dad in existence?!?

Literally as long as his kids are safe he doesn't give a single fuuuuckkk

“Sleepover? Yeah, call me when you're done and I'll pick you up.”

He WILL argue with you if he doesn't think there's a good reason to say no to them

So cute and encouraging to all their weird hobbies and phases throughout the years. “Lemme see” and “Really? Show me” are regular phrases in his vocabulary

His kids are definitely gonna inherit his legendary facial expressions afnngjdg

Chan

Super affectionate and doting, but also quite strict with them at times

“I just want the best for you, I want to see you succeed”

HAS A PHOTO OF THEM READY AT ANY TIME, lockscreen is a different shot of his kids every day and is eager to show it off even if no one asked

Not so subtly signs his kid up for dance lessons

Just the most encouraging dad ever, makes sure that they know making mistakes are a part of life and that he will always love them no matter what

[serpine]

DIABOLIK LOVERS B's-LOG October 2022 Issue

Special Stories translations

I translated this a while back and now I finally get to share it with you all! Hope you enjoy~

you can find the scan in here

Sakamaki’s Summer Break

One summer day, the Sakamaki household found itself in the middle of a little crisis.

Reiji: The air conditioner is broken. We have no choice but to evacuate the mansion as soon as possible. While it’s being repaired, we’ll head out to cool off.

Laito: Eh~? You’re making us go out in this heat?

Kanato: Throwing us out under the blazing sun is nothing short of abuse… How cruel… sniff…

Ayato: Yeah, seriously! Reiji, do you not care if we end up getting cooked alive?

Shu: Too loud. It’s already hot enough without you guys making it worse.

Subaru: I mean, we can deal with it, but a human like her won’t stand a chance.

Reiji: Subaru makes a good point. That said, wandering around without a plan is pointless. We need to decide where we’re going.

Ayato: Arcade!

Kanato: Afternoon tea.

Laito: The pool~♡

Shu: Somewhere quiet.

Subaru: With her… I-I mean, doesn’t matter.

Reiji: Haa… Everyone wants something different. If we keep arguing, we’re never gonna get anywhere. Let’s just have her decide.

The moment Reiji said that, all their eyes locked onto her.

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi, you wanna play games too, right?

Kanato: Let’s go have some ice cream together.

Laito: I’d love to see Bitch-chan in a swimsuit~♪

Shu: You’re not gonna pick some childish place, are you?

Subaru: I-I mean… anywhere’s fine as long as it’s with you…

Before she could even get a word in, their argument escalated, making the mansion feel even hotter than before.

Mukami’s Summer Break

One day, when summer vacation started, the Mukami brothers found themselves with way too much free time.

Kou: Hey, let’s go out somewhere on my next day off! School’s out, and I’m bored~! You feel the same, right, M Neko-chan?

Ruki: I can keep myself occupied at home with books, but… I suppose the rest of you are getting restless.

Azusa: Sounds… nice… but where… are we going…?

Yuma: It’s the perfect season for harvesting veggies. How ‘bout we do a barbecue somewhere?

Kou: Nice one, Yuma-kun! That sounds fun! But… we don’t have the equipment, do we?

Ruki: There are barbecue spots that rent out tools and supplies these days. We can make use of one of those.

Kou: As expected of Ruki-kun

Yuma: Heh, that’s pretty handy.

Azusa: Then it’s settled�� A barbecue… I’ll handle the chopping… Eve, let’s do it together.

Ruki: No. We’ll need people to transport and set up the equipment. Eve will be coming with me.

Azusa: But… Eve is good at cooking… I think it’d be best if we handled the prep together…

Yuma: You guys can do that yourselves. She’s comin’ with me to harvest the veggies.

Kou: Eh~? M Neko-chan is on meat-grilling duty with me! Besides, are you guys just planning to sit around and wait for the food once prep is done? That’s so unfair!

Yuma: Says the guy who’s not lifting a finger till it’s time to cook.

Ruki: Enough. We should let Eve decide. What do you want to do?

The four of them all turned to her practically demanding to be chosen. But in the end, they all worked together and the barbecue turned out to be a great success.

Tsukinami & Kino’s Summer Break

One hot summer day, an unexpected visitor showed up at the Tsukinami estate.

Kino: Hellooo~ Hope you don’t mind me dropping by!

Shin: Hah? Who gave you permission to just walk into someone else's mansion?

Carla: I did.

Shin: W-What? Brother!?

Kino: I'm a guest, so treat me with proper hospitality, okay?

Shin: Tch, don’t get cocky. Anyway, Brother, why did you call Kino here?

Carla: There’s an art exhibition I’m interested in. However, the host is quite eccentric and has a rule that only groups of four or more can enter.

Kino: Ah, so I’m just here to fill the quota.

Shin: What the… Wait, if it’s four or more, that means you just casually included me and her too, didn’t you?

Carla: Indeed. Did I forget to mention that?

Shin: That's the first I've heard of it! Seriously, Brother you’re as demanding as ever…

Carla: What?

Shin: It's nothing. I get the situation, but… you agreeing so easily, there's gotta be something behind it…

Kino: I was bored.

Shin: ...What?

Kino: It’s summer break and I was bored. Is that a problem?

Shin: …You seriously just agreed for such a dumb reason?

Kino: Can’t help it. Yuri’s not home for a while, I already finished all my games and I wanted someone to talk to at least.

Shin: Well, I get how you feel, but…

Kino: Plus, coming here means I get to see my princess too~

Shin: Hah? I knew you were up to no good. Try anything weird, and I won’t go easy on you.

Carla: Enough chit-chat. Let’s get ready to head out.

And so, Carla cheerfully began preparing. Meanwhile, Shin and Kino kept bickering. What lies ahead for this mismatched group of four—?

[ilylmwwifys]

AHH OMG, I LOVE THE NAGUMO FIC PLEASE CAN YOU MAKE A PT3 IM INLOVEEEEEEE

—𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔

⏳ ,, fluff , one-shot , part 1 - part 2 READ a/n (end)

. 🕰 ; He refuses to give up, now that he had found her again—he's never letting her go, never.

previous - next

You were now packing your things after checking all of your students’ papers swiftly—as expected from a former assassin, of course. Plus, you didn’t want Hana waiting too long.

After the whole thing at Sakamoto's convenience store, which happened just yesterday, your mind was still a mess.

Nagumo.

You had spent years pushing his existence into the farthest corners of your mind, convincing yourself that whatever had happened that night was nothing but a fleeting moment. Yet, in a single instant, he shattered every wall you had built. His embrace lingered like a ghost, a warmth you hadn’t felt in years, one you weren’t sure you were ready to feel again.

And now, here you were, trying to focus on grading papers while your mind kept replaying his words.

"Now that I’ve found her again, I’m never letting her go."

You shook your head, grabbing your bag. "Not my problem anymore," you muttered under your breath. You had a peaceful life now. Nagumo was just a reminder of a past you had buried.

Locking the classroom door behind you, you made your way down the empty school hallways. The sun had already begun its descent, casting golden hues through the windows.

Hana should be waiting at the playground by now. You quickened your pace, eager to see her. As you stepped outside, you spotted her instantly, Hana, laughing as she clung to the swings, her tiny feet kicking at the air. A warm smile made its way onto your lips. No matter what chaos the past tried to throw at you, she was your constant.

But then, your eyes caught something else.

A man stood nearby, hands in his pockets, dressed in a casual red-patterned polo. His dark hair swayed slightly in the evening breeze. He was watching Hana, not in a threatening way, but with a strange softness in his expression.

Nagumo.

Your stomach twisted. Of course.

His eyes flickered up, locking onto yours the moment he noticed your presence. That same familiar, unreadable look crossed his face before his usual teasing smirk returned.

"You’re late," he drawled. "Hana and I were just getting along." Your jaw tightened as you stalked toward him. "What the hell are you doing here?" Nagumo placed a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. "What, no ‘nice to see you’?"

You huffed, crossing your arms. "I told you, I’m done with that life. With you." Hana, oblivious to the tension, beamed up at him. "Nagumo-san said he used to work with you! Why didn’t you tell me you had cool friends, N/n-chan?"

Your eye twitched. Nagumo-san?!

Nagumo chuckled, giving you a smug look. "See? I already have her approval. That’s step one."

"Step one for what?" you asked warily. Nagumo leaned in slightly, voice dropping just enough that only you could hear.

"For making you stop running."

Your breath hitched.

"And ofcourse to win your heart!"

Before you could respond, Hana grabbed your sleeve. "Can we go get ice cream? Please?" She gave you her best pleading eyes. You hesitated for only a second. "Fine."

"Yippe!" Hana cheered before turning to Nagumo expectantly. He blinked and tilted his head. "What?"

"You’re coming too, right?"

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could, Nagumo grinned. "Of course. Wouldn’t miss it."

You shot him a glare, but he only winked. "Guess it’s a date, then."

You swore your soul left your body.

This man was insufferable.

As you walked ahead with Hana, you could feel Nagumo’s gaze lingering on you, and for the first time in years, you wondered—

Had you really escaped him at all?

Later that night, as you were about to lock your apartment door, your phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: Still up, runaway?

Your heart stopped as you recognized the familiar contact number.

Nagumo.

Of course, he had your number.

Before you could even think about blocking him, another message came through.

Nagumo: By the way, don’t bother trying to disappear this time.

Nagumo: Because this time, I’ll be the one chasing you.

You inhaled sharply, fingers tightening around your phone.

This man was going to be the death of you.

And yet, despite yourself…

You weren’t sure if you truly hated the idea.

. [���] Thank you for the request anon! This isn't really a part three since I think you assumed that "Melting Hearts" and "Mission: Heartstring!" are the same, but they aren’t. However, you're free to interpret it however you like. This is actually a part two, or rather, a continuation, of my fic "Mission: Heartstring!" I'm also sorry if I posted this late since I was busy with my acads and was dealing personal life problems. Feel free to request more! p.s IM SO SORRY if the plot doesn't make sense at all, if you're dissatisfied you're free to ask a remake one! I'll gladly do:)

ˏ 「🗝」 Once a target, Always = With Nagumo, it was never just about the chase, it was about you. No matter how far you ran, how many walls you built, or how much time passed, he always found his way back to you. Not as a mission, not as an objective, but as something far more dangerous, something real. Because to him, you were never just another target.

You were his.

Reblogs are highly appreciated, commenting is encourage as I always read comments, they motivate me. Please do not repost on other platforms or translate into other languages without my permission. The idea is mine and purely original, do not steal. Any similarities are purely coincidental unless stated otherwise. (If you find a similar plot or my Y/n's character w/o no credits to me, please tell me.) I DO NOT ALLOW ANYONE EVEN IF IT IS A MUTUAL OF MINE OR FRIEND TO STEAL MY CHARACTERS AND PLOT!

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi I can't see if requests are open but if they are can i have the third years plus Riddle and Jamil with a reader like Ms Frizzle? like they are very cheerful and school oriented and always willing to demonstrate something for a classmate whos struggling, and going on cool field trip like adventures. like Adeuce struggling with botany? here boys a trip to the botanic garden to study up close is in order. Epel whining about makeup? MC thinks it would help if he saw the whole process, and suddenly theyre making their own face creams for fun. they make mini terreriums with Jade to grow mushrooms and observe the growing process. you get the point. (its also a hc of mine that ms Fizzle sewed all her dresses herself, because just, theyre too cool and specific to be from a store. however you want to put that in)

Frizzle Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Yes having a classmate and lover like that would be fun but imagine a teacher. Like when the mirror brought you and Crowley just assumed you were a student, you bring a finger to his lips and laugh. “School? Honey, I haven’t been on the other side of the desk in a good while!” And suddenly you’re the newest wacky teacher on his payroll. Of course the students can’t help but adore your spunky take on science. But the ones most effected are the staff you end up educating on the art of falling in love obsessively: 

Divus Crewel

“This pack of rowdy pups hardly know the first thing about chemistry!”

“Then let’s teach them my Dear Divus! Seat belts everyone!”

“You’re insatiable.”

He absolutely loves you

He just wishes you wouldn’t reward the misbehaving pups so easily 

The way their eyes sparkle when you teach and how no one sleeps

He’s jealous

Not because they listen to you

But because they all get to admire you so openly 

He’s got a reputation to keep 

He can’t be kissing the tips of your shoes in front of everyone

So he’ll settle for letting you teach in your unorthodox way

Dire Crowley

“Actually (Y/n), I was hoping you could do these filings for me! I have this uh thing I have to–”

“Now that’s not right. A man who should be filing isn’t too good at lying!”

“What I’m not–Look if you could just–”

“I have a glorious idea! Let’s explore the molecules of a stack of papers!”

“Nooo!”

At first he hates how you drag him into adventures especially when he tries to shirk his duties onto you

But it soon evolves to him begging to be included on the adventures you take the students on

And by then it’s not just an excuse to skip work

He’s desperately trying to spend some private time with you

But leave it to the pesky roadbumps students who blackmail and threaten him if he gets too close to you

“W-w-w-ait please! I-I’m the adult!”

He’ll have to resort doing something more drastic to get you alone

[luvendiary]

spilled bottles; spilled words / f. weasley

fred weasley x reader

summary: drunken confessions are not exactly on your list for top most romantic situations. warnings: drinking and smoking. not proofread, we die like men.

The party was still going on at full blast in the Gryffindor common room. You could hear the music even from out in the courtyard. 

Occasionally a drunk student or two passed you by chanting drunkenly about how they had won the cup or something along those lines. 

You on the other hand – slightly tipsy and definitely giddy had been tasked with taking care of a certain red-headed twin. 

Fred and you were both currently sitting by the archway that led to an inside patio. With empty bottles discarded next to you, your fingers were wrapped around a lit cigarette, which you briefly put up to his lips, allowing him to inhale. The breathing exercise will do him well – you thought.

Maybe it was the charismatically funny nature Fred seemed to possess or the alcohol making your veins buzz that made you somehow more susceptible to laughter. Either way, you didn’t remember this particular story being half as funny when you were sober. 

He was currently telling you about how George and him had dyed Malfoy’s hair a bright shade of neon-pink, on how he hadn’t taken it that well. You could not stop laughing for the life of you. Just picturing him in your mind made you fall back into a giggle-fit every time.

“He told Snape, didn´t he?” you asked as you brought the cigarette up to your lips again.

“He tried to,” Fred replied, his voice laced with laughter. “But Minnie found him first. She said something about how she wasn’t completely sure his dad would be fond of the new hairstyle.”

More laughter exploded from your chest. 

Fred grinned at you, a little lopsided—maybe from the alcohol, maybe from the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed.

“I would have paid to be there,” you said as you looked up at him. When you saw the way he was staring at you, you let your head fall slightly to the side, assessing him.

“What?” you asked with a small giggle. “Don’t tell me you turned my hair pink,” as if it would make any difference, you picked up your discarded bottle and peered into it. 

Fred let out a bark of laughter. “No, but now that you mention it— blush pink, maybe. Really bring out your eyes.”

You snorted. “Please. I’d end up looking like melted strawberry ice cream.”

“You’d be the prettiest melted strawberry ice cream,” he said with a dramatic flutter of his eyelashes, clutching his chest like he’d just seen a divine being.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a grin. “You’re such a sap when you’re drunk.”

“Am not,” he said, feigning offense. “I’m charming. I’ve got layers. Like an onion.”

You laughed again, shaking your head as you leaned back against the wall. “You’re absolutely smashed.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, nudging your knee with his own. “But I still have my wits about me. Enough to know when I’m sitting next to the prettiest person at this school.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Wow. Bold choice. I would’ve gone with Angelina.”

“She’s cool,” Fred agreed with a lazy nod. “But she’s not you.”

Something about the way he said it—like it wasn’t just part of the joke anymore—made the air shift. The smile on your face faltered just a bit, and Fred noticed.

“Alright,” you breathed out after a brief moment of silence. “I think it’s time we turn in for the night.”

That seemed to sober him up, just a touch, gaze flickering over your face. “Okay, no more jokes,” he said, his voice suddenly softer. “Can I say something without you thinking it’s just the alcohol talking?”

You raised a brow. “That depends. Are you about to profess your undying love, or tell me you somehow shaved Malfoy’s eyebrows in his sleep?”

“I wish I’d done that,” he muttered, then looked at you again, serious now. “No. It’s the first one.”

You blinked.

“I’m in love with you,” he said, and there was no smirk this time. No teasing tone. Just a kind of raw honesty you hadn’t seen from Fred very often.

You were speechless. You stared at him, eyes wide, waiting for him to say something, to break the silence he had created. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest. “This is not funny,” you whispered, your voice cracking just a tiny bit. 

“I’m not trying to be,” he said, his eyes flickering between yours. “I mean it. I think about you all the time—when we’re in class, when you laugh at something stupid I say, when you pull that face at McGonagall like you’re two seconds from telling her she’s wrong—”

“Fred,” you cut in, your heart suddenly hammering, a lump rising in your throat.

He tilted his head slightly, waiting.

“You’re drunk.”

“I am,” he said, not backing down. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

You stood, arms crossing defensively over your chest. “You really expect me to believe this? That after however long we’ve known each other, this is the moment you choose to say something? Half a bottle of firewhisky deep and slurring your compliments?”

He scrambled up after you, expression flickering with something like panic. “I didn’t plan it, alright? It just—it came out. But I mean it. Every word.”

You shook your head, taking a step back. “Say it to me when you’re sober, Fred. When you’re not reeking of liquor and trying to make me laugh.”

“I always try to make you laugh,” he said, but your back was already turned.

But you were already gone, leaving Fred standing there under the archway, cigarette smoke curling in the air between his fingers and the words he never got to finish.

The morning after smelled like hangovers and regret.

The Gryffindor common room was a disaster—cushions strewn across the floor, empty bottles under armchairs, and someone’s sock inexplicably hanging from the chandelier. Fred emerged from the boys’ dormitory squinting against the sunlight streaming through the tall windows. His hair was a mess, and his shirt was halfway tucked in.

George, chewing on a piece of toast, gave him a once-over. “You look like you wrestled a banshee in your sleep.”

Fred groaned. “Feel like I lost to one, too.”

George tossed him a flask. “Hangover potion. Also, did you do something weird last night?”

Fred’s heart thudded. “Define weird.”

“Perhaps telling a certain girl you fancy her?”

Fred paused. “That’s not weird.”

George raised an eyebrow. “You don’t remember saying it, do you?”

Fred pressed a hand to his forehead. The memory was blurry—but it was there. The courtyard. The cigarette. The laughter. The way you looked at him when you stood up. The hurt in your voice.

“I remember enough,” he muttered. “She didn’t believe me.”

“Well, you were off your face,” George pointed out helpfully.

Fred pressed his palms to his eyes and groaned.

“She’s down in the library,” George said nonchalantly, which made him snap his head up at him sharply.

“You’re sure?”

“Positive. Walked past on the way to sneak scones from the kitchens. She didn’t even glare at me. She’s clearly still mad at you.”

That was all Fred needed to hear.

The library was unusually quiet for this late in the morning, and you were hunched over a half-filled parchment, trying to ignore the pounding behind your eyes and the way your stomach still twisted at the memory of last night.

So when someone slid into the chair across from you, uninvited, you didn’t even look up. “Unless you’re Madam Pince, I don’t want to talk.”

“Not even if I brought you a peace offering?”

Your eyes flicked up to meet Fred’s. He held out a warm pastry wrapped in a napkin. Your stomach betrayed you by growling.

“I’m still mad,” you said flatly, taking it anyway.

“I figured.” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Look, I’m not here to make another joke or say something half-witty. I just… I wanted to say it properly. While I’m sober. Completely and unfortunately sober.”

You hesitated, chewing slowly.

Fred cleared his throat. “What I said last night—it wasn’t just drunk talk. I meant it. I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, but I kept bottling it. Because, well—you're you, and I’m me, and I didn’t want to ruin anything.”

You stared at him, guarded. “So you waited until you were sloshed to drop the L-bomb?”

Fred winced. “Yeah, not my proudest move. But I’m here now, and I’m saying it again. I’m in love with you. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s alright. I just… I needed you to hear it and know I meant it.”

Silence settled between you, only the soft scratching of a quill from a student nearby breaking the moment.

Finally, you set the pastry down. “You’re lucky I like pastries.”

Fred blinked. “Is… is that a yes?”

“It’s a maybe,” you said, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “Ask me again when you’re not hungover and smell like stale firewhisky.”

Fred smiled and you knew then that you were completely done for. Because, truth be told, you were completely whipped for Fred Weasley as well.

[lanalosty0uu]

Will there be a second part for Take a chance with me?

Take A Chance With Me II

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

part i | part ii | part iii

summary: why can't you for once, disregard the world and run to what you know is real? take a chance with me, Steve Harrington.

a/n: hey anon! i've also been thinking about part ii cz I CAN'T LEAVE Y'ALL HANGIN' WITH THE STEVE HARRINGTON!!!! also cause I LOVE NIKI SOOOO BAADDDD (i missed her buzz tour on feb, so sad :< ) so here it is!

general master list

inspired by the song:

══════════════════════

The next day at school, the air between you and Steve felt different — heavier, like the almost-moment from the night before was still lingering, waiting for one of you to finally acknowledge it. But you didn’t. Neither of you did.

Instead, you fell into your usual rhythm — teasing him at his locker, sharing fries in the cafeteria, pretending like nothing had changed. But it had changed. You could feel it every time his eyes lingered on you a second too long, every time your shoulders brushed and he didn’t move away.

You were walking down the hallway after last period when Steve nudged your arm with his elbow. “So, you doing anything after school?”

You raised an eyebrow.

“C’mon,” he said, grinning. “I owe you a milkshake, remember?”

Your heart did that stupid flip thing again, but you kept your cool. “Took you long enough, Harrington,” you teased. “I was starting to think you forgot.”

“As if I’d forget a date with you,” he shot back without missing a beat.

Your breath caught, and his words hung in the air between you — heavy, loaded. But just like always, neither of you acknowledged it.

He drove you to Benny’s Diner, a little outside of Hawkins, far enough that no one from school would be around. It was quieter than the usual places you hung out, with cracked leather booths and a jukebox that only half-worked. The air smelled like fries and vanilla, and the lights overhead were dim and warm.

You slid into the booth across from him, your knees brushing his under the table. Neither of you moved away.

“Two chocolate shakes?” the waitress asked when she came by, not even bothering with a menu.

You raised an eyebrow at Steve. “Do we give off strong ‘chocolate shake’ energy or something?”

He grinned. “Guess we’re predictable.”

The shakes arrived in tall glasses, whipped cream piled high, and you took a slow sip through your straw, watching him over the rim. His hair was a little messy from the drive, and the golden light from the diner windows made his eyes look warmer than usual.

“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna start thinking this is a date,” he teased, his voice soft but playful.

You didn’t look away. “And what if it was?”

He froze for a second — just a second — his eyes flicking to yours like he wasn’t sure if you were serious. But before he could say anything, you kicked him lightly under the table, breaking the tension.

“Relax, Romeo. You’re not that lucky.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re the worst.”

“You love it,” you shot back, grinning.

And maybe he did.

But then the conversation shifted — easy, familiar. You talked about school, about the people you both loved to hate, about the future. The milkshakes disappeared slowly, and at some point, you ended up sharing a plate of fries, his fingers brushing yours when you both reached for the same one.

“Okay, serious question,” he said, wiping salt off his fingers with a napkin. “If you could be anywhere — right now — where would you go?”

You thought about it, tapping your straw against your glass. “Maybe… the beach. Somewhere warm. Just laying in the sand, listening to the waves.”

He smiled. “Good answer.”

“What about you?”

He was quiet for a second, his eyes flicking to yours. “Here’s pretty good.”

Your heart stumbled.

But before you could respond, the waitress came back with the check, and the moment slipped away. Again.

Later, when you were walking back to his car, his hand brushed against yours. And for the briefest second, you thought he might take it.

But he didn’t.

And you didn’t reach for his either.

══════════════════════

The push and pull between you and Steve had reached the point where it was starting to drive you a little insane — and the worst part was that you weren’t even sure if he realized it.

It had been building slowly, over weeks and months, in the way his eyes lingered on you just a second too long and the way his hand brushed against yours without pulling away. In the lazy way he called you babe like it was second nature, like it didn’t mean anything — even when you knew it did. At least for you. And every time you thought maybe you were imagining it, maybe you were reading into something that wasn’t really there, he’d go and do something like tuck your hair behind your ear or pull you just a little closer when you walked side by side — and you’d be right back at square one.

The worst part was how easy it was to fall into it — the teasing, the lingering touches, the endless back and forth. But the longer it went on, the more you wanted something real. Something that didn’t always stop at almost.

And moments like this weren’t helping.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon when you found yourself in his room, trying to help him study for his history test — a test you were 100% sure he was going to fail if he kept looking at you like that. The room was a mess of papers and notebooks, the bed covered in open textbooks and half-finished worksheets. Sunlight poured through the curtains, making everything warm and golden, and you sat cross-legged on the carpet with flashcards in your lap while Steve lay on his stomach next to you.

Or at least, that’s how it started. Because somewhere along the line, his focus drifted. And now, instead of looking at the flashcards, he was looking at you — his chin propped in his hand, his brown eyes soft and warm and way too distracting.

“You’re not even trying,” you accused, tossing a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head.

He batted it away without flinching, that lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “I am trying,” he said. “It’s just hard to concentrate when my tutor’s so cute.”

Your heart skipped a beat — but you kept your cool, because this was how it worked between you and Steve. Teasing and flirting and getting dangerously close to something real before pulling back at the last second. You were getting kind of tired of it, but you weren’t about to let him know that.

“Flattery’s not gonna help you pass this test, Harrington,” you warned, holding up a flashcard. “Now focus. Who was the first president to live in the White House?”

Steve squinted at you, like he was actually thinking about it. And then, with absolute confidence, he said, “Abraham Lincoln.”

You stared at him, deadpan. “Steve.”

“What?” He grinned wider, completely unfazed.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, flopping backward onto the carpet. “You’re hopeless. I’m quitting. You’re on your own.”

“Don’t quit on me, babe,” he said, and your stomach flipped at the ease with which he said it. “I need you. Without you, I’ll fail, and then I’ll never graduate, and I’ll be stuck working at Family Video until I’m, like, seventy-five. You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

“You’re already basically stuck there,” you teased, turning your head to look at him — and that was a mistake, because the way the sunlight caught his hair and the softness in his eyes made your chest ache.

“Exactly,” he said, his voice softer now. “So you wouldn’t just abandon me, right?”

Before you could answer, he shifted — leaning in closer until his face was just inches from yours. The teasing faded, replaced by something quieter and heavier. Your breath caught, and his eyes flicked down to your mouth — just for a second.

And for once, you thought… maybe…

But then he sighed and rolled onto his back next to you, one arm thrown over his face. “I’m gonna fail this test so hard,” he groaned.

Just like that, the moment slipped away. Again.

The silence stretched between you — charged and unspoken. You pushed yourself up, hands trembling a little as you reached for the flashcards. “You wouldn’t fail if you actually tried,” you said lightly, trying to cover up the way your heart was still racing. “C’mon, Harrington. Get it together. Next question.”

But when you glanced over, you saw the way his eyes lingered on you — like maybe he was waiting for you to say something else.

Neither of you did.

Later, when studying had long since been abandoned and you were both lying on his bed, your legs tangled together as one of his mixtapes played softly in the background, Steve spoke again — his voice quieter than the music.

“Do you ever think about… what comes next?” he asked, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

You turned your head toward him. “Next?”

“Yeah. After all this. After high school.”

You swallowed, your throat tight. “Sometimes,” you admitted. “Why?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just… feel kind of stuck. Like I’m waiting for something, but I don’t even know what I’m waiting for.”

Your chest ached. “Maybe you’re not waiting,” you said softly. “Maybe it’s already here, and you just… haven’t noticed yet.”

Steve turned his head toward you, his eyes meeting yours — and for one long, breathless second, you thought maybe this time… maybe finally…

But then his eyes dropped, and he smiled that same soft, tired smile. “Maybe,” he said.

And it wasn’t enough.

The next day at school, the air between you felt different.

It wasn’t anything obvious — no big declarations, no sudden change. But it was there in the way his hand brushed yours a little longer than necessary when he passed you something in class. In the way his knee pressed against yours under the cafeteria table and didn’t move. In the way his eyes softened when he saw you waiting at his locker.

But still, he didn’t say anything. And you weren’t sure how much longer you could take it.

After the last bell rang, you were walking down the hallway when Steve nudged your arm with his elbow. “You doing anything after school?” he asked, his voice casual.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why? You finally gonna take me on that milkshake date you owe me?”

He smirked — but there was something gentler in his eyes this time. “I was thinking more like a drive,” he said. “I… kinda just wanna get outta here for a while.”

Your heart flipped. “Yeah,” you said, trying to sound casual even though your pulse was pounding. “Yeah, I’m in.”

The drive took you out of Hawkins — past the places you knew and into quiet back roads lined with trees. The sun dipped lower, painting the windshield in streaks of gold and orange, and the radio played soft and low. You didn’t talk much, but the silence between you was comfortable. Safe.

Eventually, Steve pulled over by an empty field where the grass stretched out endlessly under the sunset sky. You stepped out of the car, arms crossed as a warm breeze tugged at your hair.

“This is nice,” you said softly.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed — and when you turned toward him, the way he was looking at you made your breath catch. His face was soft and open in a way you didn’t see often, and it made something ache inside you.

“Steve…” you started — and maybe this time, maybe finally…

But then he smiled — that same soft, sad smile — and said, “Thanks. For being here.”

And just like that, the almost slipped away.

Again.

══════════════════════

The next few days passed in that same maddening rhythm — the push and pull, the teasing and the softness, the lingering looks that always stopped just short of something real. And maybe it was your fault too. Maybe you should’ve said something by now. But every time you worked up the nerve, he’d flash that easy smile and call you “babe” like it was nothing, and you’d get scared. Scared that maybe it really was nothing. Scared of losing what you had — even if it was slowly driving you insane.

So you stayed silent. And you kept reaching for him in all the little ways you could, hoping that maybe one day, he’d finally reach back.

It was late afternoon when Robin cornered you at your locker, her arms crossed and a knowing glint in her eye. “So. You and Steve,” she said, dragging out the words like she was savoring them.

You blinked at her, feigning innocence. “What about me and Steve?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Just the fact that you two have been making eyes at each other for weeks now, and yet, shockingly, nothing’s happened.” She arched an eyebrow. “You know he likes you, right?”

Your heart stumbled, but you kept your voice even. “We’re friends, Robin.”

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England,” she shot back. “Come on, babe, I see the way he looks at you. Everyone does.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving your books into your bag. “Even if he did like me — which he doesn’t — Steve Harrington has a type, and it’s not me.”

Robin scoffed. “You’re right. He definitely doesn’t like funny, smart, beautiful girls who put up with his nonsense. Totally not his type at all.”

“Robin—”

“Just saying.” She raised her hands in surrender, a smirk playing on her lips. “You guys are killing me. Someone’s gotta make a move before I lose my mind.”

Before you could answer, a warm arm slung around your shoulders — and there was that familiar scent of Steve’s cologne, the one that always made your stomach flip. “What’s up, ladies?” he asked, his voice easy and warm as he leaned into you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Nothing,” Robin said, the picture of innocence — but the glint in her eye told you she wasn’t done meddling. “So. Party tonight?”

You blinked. “Party?”

“Tommy’s throwing something,” Steve said, his thumb brushing against your shoulder absentmindedly. “You should come.”

You hesitated — because parties weren’t really your thing. But then Steve’s eyes softened, his voice dropping just a little. “Come with me?”

And just like that, you were helpless.

The party was loud and chaotic — the kind of thing you usually avoided, full of people you didn’t really care about and music so loud it shook the walls. But Steve had promised fun and free beer, and despite your better judgment, you’d agreed.

You stuck close to him at first, nursing a drink while he chatted with people you barely knew. But eventually, you’d drifted away, ending up on the back porch with Robin while the two of you mocked the questionable music choices and people-watched through the sliding glass door.

It was fine — until you spotted him across the room, talking to one of the cheerleaders. She was all perfect hair and perfect teeth and that effortless confidence you never quite managed to fake. And even though you knew — you knew — he wasn’t yours, the ache in your chest told you it didn’t really matter.

“Jealous?” Robin teased, and you glared at her, but the heat in your face gave you away.

“Shut up,” you muttered, but your eyes drifted back to him anyway — and God, why did it hurt so much?

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, watching from a distance like some kind of idiot, but then — like he felt you looking — his eyes flicked up. And the second his gaze met yours, the conversation he was having ended. He made his way toward you without hesitation, and when his hand found the small of your back, it was like your whole body tuned into him.

“Dance with me,” he said — low and warm and close enough that his breath brushed your ear.

Your heart stuttered. “Steve—”

But you didn’t get a chance to argue before he was already pulling you toward the living room, where the thump of the music rattled through your chest. The crowd shifted around you, and then his hands were on your waist, steady and warm, and the whole room faded.

You looped your arms around his neck because you didn’t know what else to do, and suddenly it was hard to breathe.

“You looked like you needed saving,” he murmured, his lips brushing your temple.

“From what?” you asked, trying to sound unaffected even though your skin burned everywhere he touched.

“From having no fun,” he teased — but his voice was softer now, his fingers tightening just slightly on your waist. “And from Robin. She looked ready to start some drama.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “She lives for drama.”

“She’s gonna start some if you don’t put her out of her misery,” he said. “Pretty sure she’s betting on us or something.”

Your stomach flipped. “Us?”

He spun you suddenly, pulling you back in close when you turned to face him — so close that your chest brushed his. The air shifted, thick and charged, and when he looked at you, it wasn’t teasing anymore.

“What about you?” he asked, his voice low. “You live for anything?”

You wanted to say it — you. You wanted to tell him that you lived for his laughter and his touch and the way he looked at you when he thought you wouldn’t notice. But you didn’t, because you were too scared of what would happen if you did.

Instead, you smiled like your heart wasn’t breaking. “I live for milkshakes and good music,” you said lightly.

He grinned — but his fingers flexed against your waist, like maybe he knew you weren’t telling the whole truth. “Guess I better keep buying you milkshakes then.”

And maybe you imagined it — the way his eyes flicked down to your lips, the way his head dipped just a little closer. Maybe this time… maybe—

But then someone bumped into you, jostling you out of his arms. And the moment shattered.

Again.

You steadied yourself, your heart pounding, and when you looked back up at him, the softness in his face was already slipping away — hidden behind that same easy, untouchable smile.

“Wanna get outta here?” he asked — and even though you knew it wouldn’t change anything, you nodded.

Because you weren’t ready to stop reaching for him.

The words hung there — heavy and unspoken — as Steve’s hand dropped from your face. The warmth of his touch faded too fast, leaving behind a cold ache that settled deep in your chest. You wanted to grab his hand, pull him back, make him stay in that moment with you just a little longer. But you didn’t. Because that was the way it always went with the two of you — almost, but never quite.

So you followed him out of the car without a word, the cool night air hitting your skin like a wake-up call. Steve was already a few steps ahead, his hands in his pockets as he walked toward the edge of the lookout. The lights of Hawkins twinkled far below, but you barely saw them. Your eyes were on him. They were always on him.

He stopped at the edge of the hill, staring out at the view, and for a second, the quiet stretched too long. It felt like there were a million things you could say — a million things you wanted to say — but none of them felt safe. So you settled for the thing that felt easiest.

“This was a good idea,” you said softly, stepping up beside him. “It’s… peaceful.”

Steve smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “Kinda needed to get away for a bit.”

“From what?”

He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “Everything, I guess.” He kicked at a loose rock with the toe of his sneaker, watching it tumble down the hill. “You ever feel like you don’t know what you’re doing? Like everyone else has a plan and you’re just… stuck?”

Your throat tightened. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “All the time.”

He looked at you then — really looked at you — and the way his eyes softened made your heart ache. “You never seem stuck,” he said. “You always seem like you’ve got it together.”

You laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Trust me, I’m just really good at faking it.”

He smiled at that — a real one this time — but the space between you still felt so fragile. So you took a breath and forced yourself to say the thing that had been sitting in your chest for weeks. “Steve… why did you ask me to come with you tonight?”

He blinked, startled by the question. “I… I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to be with you.” His voice softened on the last part, and your heart skipped so hard it hurt.

“Just as friends?” you asked, and you hated how small your voice sounded.

He didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched too long, and when he finally spoke, his voice was careful. “We’re good at being friends, right?”

And that — that almost broke you. Because that wasn’t an answer. That was him avoiding it again, stepping back just when you thought he might finally reach for you.

“Yeah,” you said, and your voice was tight. “We’re great at being friends.”

The words tasted like regret.

For a minute, neither of you spoke. The wind tugged at your hair, and somewhere far off, an owl hooted into the night. You thought maybe that was it — maybe the night would end like this, another almost added to the growing pile.

But then Steve said your name — soft and careful — and when you turned to look at him, there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“I—” He broke off, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to work up the nerve to say whatever it was he was thinking. But before he could, his hand dropped and his face closed off again. “Never mind.”

“Steve.” Your voice was sharper than you meant it to be, but you couldn’t help it. You were tired — tired of the back and forth, tired of the waiting. “What is it?”

He shook his head, his eyes dropping to the ground. “It’s nothing.”

And that — that was the moment you almost broke. Because it wasn’t nothing. It had never been nothing. And if he wasn’t going to say it, you didn’t know how much longer you could keep pretending you didn’t feel it, too.

But instead of pushing, you just swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. “Okay.”

The quiet stretched again, and then — like he couldn’t stand the tension anymore — Steve reached for your hand. His fingers laced through yours so easily, so naturally, like they belonged there. And your heart did a dangerous little flip because this — this was what kept you holding on.

“Is this nothing, too?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He froze. You felt it — the way his grip on your hand tightened just a little, the way his breathing changed. But when he finally spoke, his voice was too soft. Too careful.

“I don’t know,” he said.

And that? That almost did break you.

You pulled your hand away, and the loss of his warmth was instant and awful. “I can’t keep doing this, Steve.”

He blinked, surprised. “Doing what?”

“This.” You gestured between you. “The almosts. The waiting. You keep getting so close, and then you pull away, and I—” You broke off, your voice shaking. “I don’t know how much longer I can pretend it doesn’t hurt.”

The look on his face — the shock, the guilt — almost made you regret saying it. But you couldn’t keep holding it in. Not anymore.

“Do you even want me?” you asked, and your voice cracked on the last word. “Or am I just something you keep around because it’s easy?”

“Of course I want you,” he said, and the words were out before he could stop them. But then — like always — he pulled back. “I just… I don’t wanna screw this up, okay? I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You’re gonna lose me anyway if you keep doing this,” you said quietly. And the worst part was, you weren’t sure if it was a threat or the truth.

The silence that followed was deafening.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, even though it didn’t help. “Take me home, Steve.”

He didn’t argue.

The drive back was quiet — the kind of quiet that felt heavy and final. And when he pulled up in front of your house, he didn’t make a move to stop you when you opened the door.

But just before you stepped out, his voice stopped you.

“I don’t wanna lose you,” he said again, and this time, his voice broke on it.

You turned back, your heart splintering in your chest. “Then take a chance on me, Steve. Because I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.”

And then you got out of the car, closing the door behind you before he could say anything else.

This time, you weren’t sure if he’d follow.

a/n: ouch, okay, i might've leave y'all hangin' right there BUT DONT WORRY i'll be making a part iii of it <3

[c-monthecob]

Uncle Mikey Headcanons (～￣▽￣)～

Since we don't know the gender of the baby, they'll have they/them pronouns.

🏍 Promises he'll win his next race for them. If he loses, he'll blame it on Draken and say he told his pit crew to make his bike slower.  

🏍Dressed up as their favorite superhero for their birthday. He tried to do some backflips to impress them but ended up landing on the table with all the snacks and cake.

🏍 They had to get their hair cut after getting gum stuck in it and were embarrassed about the bald spot, so Mikey cut his hair to match and make them feel less self-conscious.

🏍 They have a bedroom at his house filled to the brim with toys.

🏍 Asks them if they won whenever they got into fights at school.

🏍 Sat at the diner table trying to help them with homework, but it always ends like, "You don't get it. I don't get it. Let's just call it a day and get ice cream."

🏍 Their worst punishment is not being able to hang out with Uncle Mikey.

🏍 Carries them on his shoulders no matter how big they get—and they'll get big, thanks to Draken.

🏍 Encourages things he shouldn't be on a daily. "As an adult, I should tell you no. But as an uncle, I should tell you yes!"

🏍Emma wouldn't let him give them a motorcycle, so he got them a dirt bike instead. Emma was still upset.

🏍 Got them a motorcycle for their 15th birthday. Draken gives him his approval but pretends to be upset like Emma so she doesn't get upset with them.

🏍He taught them how to do tricks before he taught them basic traffic rules.

🏍One time, he let them drive his bike. Not just sit on it. Drive it. Draken found out when they crashed into a bush.

🏍 Made the mistake of showing them his old Toman uniform, now his nephew/niece wants to be the leader of a gang too.

🏍 In constant competition with Shinichiro and Izana to be the number 1 uncle. (He's winning)

🏍 Whenever Draken and Emma say no, they go to him. They know he'll never say no

🏍 Whenever they do something they shouldn't and get in trouble for it, they'll say, "But Uncle Mikey said—" "But when Uncle Mikey was my age—"

🏍 Sneaks them out whenever they're on punishment. Draken and Emma went into their room to check on them and found the window wide open and the room empty on multiple occasions.  

🏍 Teaches them useful life lessons. (They're not useful at all.)

🏍 Showed them how to hotwire a bike. "You never know when you need to make a quick getaway."

🏍 Takes the heat all the time. "If your parents say you can’t do something, just do it anyway. If you get in trouble, say it was my idea."

🏍 Terrible advice that sounds cool to an impressionable child.

"If a teacher says you can’t fight in school, just fight outside of school."

"You don't need permission. Just say sorry after."

"You’re not late if you never show up."

🏍 Got kicked out of an arcade because Mikey hyped them up to break a high score, and they got too aggressive with the game.

🏍 Mikey always covers for them. "What do you mean they skipped school? I had no idea." (he absolutely knew. It was his idea in fact.)

🏍 One time, he put the kid in his lap and said, "You're steering now." Draken almost had a heart attack when he saw them swerving down the street.

🏍 Draken and Emma nearly killed him when he said, "Helmets are for wimps." And their kid refused to wear one whenever they rode their dirtbike.

🏍 If Draken tries to teach them about saving money, Mikey pops in saying, "You can’t take money to the afterlife, spend it all now!"

🏍 Takes them to an all-you-can-eat buffet and encourages them to test the all-you-can-eat limit.

🏍 Once left them alone at his place for a few minutes and came back to find them drawing on the walls with markers. Instead of stopping them, he joins in

🏍 Play fights with them and let them win, but he'll wipe the floor with them once in a while to keep them humble.

🏍 Taught them that they can get away with anything as long as they walk with confidence. He took them to the movies and waltzed in like they paid for tickets just to prove it.

🏍 If the kid argues with Draken, Mikey hypes them up. "Yeah! Stand your ground! Don't let him boss you around!"

🏍 Told them everything that makes their parents tick so they can use it to their advantage. Smacking while they eat around Draken and using all of Emma's shampoo and leaving the empty bottle in the shower.  

🏍 Whenever they get hurt under his watch, he'll say, "I'm helping them build endurance!"

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

You and Eddie get into an argument about the girl he's giving guitar lessons too. Angst, misunderstandings and bad communication ensues.

Warnings. Mdni. 18+ only, angst. Miscommunication and misunderstandings. Idiots in love. Jealousy.

💞

You and Eddie had been together for a few months and up until this point you had never had a cross word.

He had been giving some girl guitar lessons, her name was Britney and she was gorgeous, amazingly cool and hilarious.

Tonight you had walked in on them laughing together and looking all cosy. Something in you kinda broke inside, it was ridiculous because you knew Eddie would never cheat, but you still felt your stomach bottom out.

Hearing Eddie gush about Britney and how metal she was and was like a rockstar on the guitar didn't help either.

You weren't proud of it but you were quiet and a little less warmer than you'd usually be and when Britney made excuses to leave, you were left wracked with guilt.

Eddie had rounded on you asking ''Why were you being such a bitch?" and that had made you even more pissed and the argument ensued.

"I'm sorry that walking in on my boyfriend looking so fucking cosy with someone else put me in a bad mood" you bite back at him and Eddie's big brown eyes darken in rage.

"You're being fucking ridiculous right now you know that?" it hurt hearing Eddie say that and you lashed out without thinking about what you were saying.

"Oh so I'm ridiculous because I hate seeing some girl make gooey eyes at my boyfriend, I'm such a bad girlfriend for being a little bit wary" Eddie shakes his head and the temperature in the room turns colder.

"Or it's obvious that you don't fucking trust me. So if you don't trust me then what's the fucking point?" your breath hitches and there's a deep pit of gloom and dread, in your stomach.

"Are you breaking up with me?" you whimper and want to take back everything you said, tell him that of course you trust him but you're so stunned, your heart is breaking.

Without another word you storm out before Eddie can confirm your worst fears.

❤️

Instead of going home you go straight to Nancy's who immediately digs out some ice cream and let's you cry out all the heartache, you both stay up most of the night but end up crashing around 5am.

Nancy is ready up and getting ready for school, you have the worst headache and just want to sleep a little longer so she leaves you to sleep, brings you up some pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice that Mrs Wheeler kindly made up for you.

In return you help her around the house, trying anything to take your mind of your heartache about Eddie.

When Nancy comes back home she gently explains that Eddie has been calling you and is worried that you haven't answered.

"I think you need to listen to what he has to say honey, he looks a wreck, I think he's driving Mike and the rest of the kids here after Hellfire so if you want to wait"

Nervously you nod and try to calm your anxious mind that Eddie is going to break up with you for good.

By the time that you hear Eddie's van and he's parked outside, you're on tenterhooks. Eddie looks like he's barely slept, his hair is messier than usual and he has the saddest look in his beautiful brown eyes.

That look makes you want to burst into tears there and then. You hate that you're the cause.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, his voice is rougher than normal, his hands are shaking and you reach out to steady them.

"I'm sorry too Eddie. I was a bitch and rude and of course I trust you, I trust you with my life and I hate that I made you think otherwise" his eyes fill with pain and he swallows.

"I shouldn't have called you a bitch. I've been a mess since you left and I was worried as shit when you weren't answering your phone, Mike told me you stayed here last night with Nance so I knew I would come here as soon as I could"

The tension slowly begins to leave your body and you feel soothed as Eddie pulls you in his arms

"Also Britney has just started dating Gareth, she was learning guitar to impress him and I was teaching her how to play his favourite song."

Fuck. "I'm so sorry Eddie" he softens and kisses your forehead.

"Even if she was interested I don't care. I'm not interested in her. How could you think I'd want her or anyone when I already have the most amazing, beautiful princess"

A warm fluttery feeling pools in your belly and you cuddle into Eddie and peer at him sadly.

"I just got insecure when you talked about how badass Britney was on the guitar and how metal she was" Eddie strokes your cheek and you melt into his touch.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't realise that was bothering you. Honestly yeah she's metal and pretty badass at the guitar but she's not you. She's not the one I'm head over heels in love with. You are"

"Oh" well shit, you'd definitely fucked up and misread everything. This is the first time Eddie has said I love you. It's a big deal for him, you know that and it is for you too.

"I'd never cheat on you or hurt you princess, I'm so in love with you" Tears roll down your cheeks and you kiss him fiercely.

"I love you too Eddie, I should have tried better at communicating with you" You sigh and cuddle into him, feeling calmer than you have in days.

"We both should learn to communicate better" he corrects you and you nod. It feels like a weight has been lifted of you.

"I really should apologise to Britney too" he hums in agreement.

"She thinks your really cool by the way and she put up with me constantly gushing about you"

Shit. Yeah you definitely have to apologise. In fact you make that your next mission first thing on Monday morning.

For now you were just going to bask in Eddie's love for a little while.

Britney as it turns out is a total sweetheart about the whole thing when you speak to her first thing on Monday and excitedly tells you about her dates with Gareth and how she played him the song Eddie taught her.

Not only do you gain the start of a friendship with Britney but you and Eddie are more in love than ever.

🫶

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

The Teaching Assistant

Big Jim x Reader

Warnings: Rough sex, semi-public sex, desk sex, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, slight somno vibes (reader dazed/out of it from pleasure), praise kink, hair pulling, light spanking, dirty talk, size kink, breeding kink implied, minor fear of getting caught, hand-over-mouth, degradation mixed with praise, explicit language, possessiveness, strong dom/sub dynamics, reader gets a little teary from overstimulation (but in a good way).

dedicated to : @cheappop

The second bell rang through Pensacola High, and the hallways exploded with noise—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, voices bouncing off the old tile floors.

You tucked a stack of graded papers tighter under your arm, weaving your way through the chaos. Being the head teaching assistant meant a never-ending cycle of babysitting—both students and sometimes, your own coworkers.

You were halfway to the main office when Principal Hernandez waved you down.

“Hey! Got a favor to ask.”

You already knew it wasn’t a real question. You forced a polite smile. “Sure, what’s up?”

He clapped a hand on your shoulder. “New teaching assistant starting today. For Coach Ramirez’s classes. He’s older—bit of a career shift situation. I want you to train him. Show him how we run things here.”

Older? Career shift?

You nodded, but inwardly groaned. It was hard enough training someone fresh out of college, let alone a mid-life crisis case.

You were still stewing over it when you heard the door creak open behind you.

You turned—and stopped breathing.

The man who approached you wasn’t what you expected.

Tall, broad, tan skin dusted in Samoan tattoos that peeked out from his polo shirt. Dark hair tied back, a lazy, confident grin curving his mouth like he already owned the room.

But it wasn’t just his looks that hit you.

It was his eyes… those chocolate orbs.

Principal Hernandez beamed. “This is Jimmy Uso. Jimmy, this is our best TA. She’ll be training you.”

Jimmy’s eyes dragged over you slowly, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, voice low and rich, laced with something teasing. “Guess I’m in good hands.”

You swallowed a gulp, forcing your lips into a neutral smile.

“Yeah. Welcome to Pensacola High.”

But as you shook his hand, his thumb dragged lightly against your palm—and you knew.

This man was going to be nothing but trouble.

⸻

Three weeks later

The rain hammered against the windows, soft and steady like a ticking clock.

The whole school was swallowed by it—only the faint lights of parking lot cutting through the downpour outside.

You tucked your hands into the sleeves of your oversized button-down, pretending not to notice the way Jimmy kept glancing at you from across the desk.

It wasn’t like you wore anything special.

It was just a plain white button up shirt, sleeves rolled sloppily to your elbows, a few buttons loose at the top because the AC always broke when the weather turned.

Still, under Jimmy’s gaze, you might as well have been wearing nothing at all.

“You good?” you asked, raising a brow at him over the pile of graded quizzes.

Jimmy leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head. The move stretched the fabric of his polo shirt tight across his chest, and he grinned that lazy, devil-may-care smile.

“Yeah, mama,” he drawled. “Just thinkin’.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying to focus. The numbers on the grading spreadsheet blurred.

“You want some hot chocolate or something?” he offered after a moment.

“My treat. Well—your Keurig’s treat.” He winked.

You huffed a small laugh. “Sure. Why not.”

Jimmy stood, stretching slow and tall, before crossing to your tiny office kitchenette tucked into the corner. You watched him out of the corner of your eye—how casual he moved, how confidently he grabbed the mugs, popped the pods, found the Cool Whip like as if he’d done it a hundred times.

“You got marshmallows too?” he teased, shaking the can of whipped cream.

“Just the Cool Whip,” you said, clicking save on the spreadsheet.

He poured two mugs, swirling an unnecessary—and very cocky—mountain of whipped cream on top.

He brought one over, handing it to you with a little bow like he was presenting a five-star meal.

“Your majesty,” he said under his breath.

You hid your smile behind the mug, taking a cautious sip.

The chocolate burned your tongue slightly, but it was sweet, rich—comforting.

“You got…” Jimmy’s voice dropped a little. “Hold on.”

Before you could react, his fingers brushed the corner of your mouth, soft and sure.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

And before you could second-guess yourself—before you could even think—you turned your head and kissed the tip of his finger.

Soft. Quick.

Jimmy froze.

So did you.

The only sound between you was the steady pound of rain against the glass and your own heartbeat roaring in your ears.

His hand dropped to your chin, tilting your face up gently.

“You sure you wanna start somethin’ with me?” he asked lustfully.

You didn’t answer.

You just leaned in closer.

“You in the business of eating out?” you asked, voice very daring.

For a second, Jimmy just stared—like he couldn’t quite believe you’d said it.

Then he grinned.

A wicked grin.

And in the next breath, he closed the distance—crashing his mouth down on yours in a kiss so deep and desperate it stole the air from your lungs.

Papers went flying as Jimmy swept the desk clean with a rough swipe of his arm, sending graded quizzes and folders fluttering like confetti.

Before you could gasp, he was lifting you—big hands gripping your thighs—planting you firmly on the desk, his body slotting between your legs like it belonged there.

You barely had time to clutch at him before he grabbed the front of your button-down and ripped it open, buttons popping and scattering across the floor.

Your bra was next—torn away like it was made of tissue paper.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, voice hungry and reverent.

He ducked his head, lips latching hungrily onto your chest, biting and kissing, his stubble scraping just enough to make you whimper.

You arched into him, fingers threading into his hair, tugging him closer.

Your thighs fell open instinctively, and you gasped when you felt him—hard and straining against his jeans—pressing right against your pussy.

The contact was maddening.

You rocked your hips forward in silent invitation, desperate for more, needing more.

Jimmy groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through your bones.

“Goddamn, mama,” he muttered. “Smell so fuckin’ sweet… been dyin’ to taste you.”

Jimmy’s hands slid down your sides, rough and greedy, gathering the hem of your skirt.

He pushed it up slowly, revealing more and more of your bare thighs, and when he caught sight of what wasn’t underneath—no panties, nothing—he froze.

His nostrils flared, eyes going dark as he stared at you like you were prey.

“Fuckin’ hell, girl,” he rasped. “You tryna kill me or what?”

You squirmed instinctively, the air cool against your exposed skin, but Jimmy wasn’t giving you an inch.

He hooked his strong arms under your thighs, dragging you to the very edge of the desk.

You tried to scoot back, a small whimper escaping you, but his grip tightened—holding you right where he wanted you.

“Uh-uh,” he muttered, glancing up at you with a smirk that sent you over the moon.

“You ain’t runnin’ nowhere.”

Without warning, he dipped his head between your legs, nose bumping against your precious folds, inhaling like he was memorizing how beautifully you smelled.

Then his mouth was on you—hot, wet, unrelenting.

His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your center before circling your clit in lazy, teasing swirls.

You gasped and gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles flexing.

Jimmy didn’t give you a chance to recover.

He set a devastating pace, switching between broad licks and focused, torturous flicks of his tongue, his stubble scraping just enough to make you writhe. It was like he was made to just eat women on a daily…

You cried out, hips bucking, but he just wrapped his arms tighter around your thighs, pinning you in place like a man starved.

“Stay still, mama,” he murmured against you, voice wrecked with need.

“Let me fuckin’ taste you right.”

He increased his efforts as your orgasm hit fast and sharp, tearing a broken moan from your throat.

Your whole body shook, thighs trembling—but Jimmy didn’t stop.

Not even close.

He pulled you back down when you tried to lift your hips away, locking you against his mouth, tongue working you through every shudder, every helpless little whine you made.

And then he kept going.

Building you up again—lazily, confidently, like he owned your body now.

Your hands pulled on his hair, but he just groaned like he loved the fight, mouth dragging obscene, wet sounds from you as your second orgasm slammed into you even harder.

“Jimmy—” you gasped, voice wrecked.

He just grunted, hooking your legs even higher over his shoulders to get deeper, tongue fucking into you until you were keening, panting, broken apart again.

Your third orgasm nearly blacked you out.

When you finally sagged against the desk, boneless and soaked in sweat, Jimmy pulled back just enough to look up at you.

His mouth and chin were shiny with you, his eyes wild.

“I ain’t even close to done,” he said, voice rough with hunger.

“You taste too good, baby. Wanna keep eatin’ ’til I’m fuckin’ full.”

And with a swift motion he buried his mouth back between your thighs—determined to take every last drop you had to give.

Eventually, you lost track of how long Jimmy kept you trapped under his mouth—tongue relentless, lips sealing around your clit again and again until every nerve ending in your body was sparking.

Your thighs were quivering so badly you could barely hold them open anymore, and still he didn’t let up.

You twisted, whimpered, tried to shove at his broad shoulders—but he only moaned louder, licking greedily, moaning into you like he needed this more than air.

“Jimmy—please,” you gasped, voice hoarse. “I—I can’t—”

You tapped his shoulder weakly, and only then—only then—did he finally pull back, chest heaving, face completely wrecked with your juices.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at you like he could eat you all over again.

“Tapped out already, mama?” he rasped, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Shit. You’re lucky I’m feelin’ nice tonight.”

You could barely breathe, legs spread wide and trembling where he left you, your cum smeared across your inner thighs, dripping down onto the desk.

Jimmy stood, towering over you, undoing his belt with one hand.

The click of it unfastening made your whole body tense.

“You should be wet enough to take all of me now,” he said raggedly.

His jeans slid low on his hips as he unzipped them, pushing them just low enough to free himself.

Your eyes widened when you saw him—thick as fuck and veiny—and your stomach flipped at the size of him.

“Jimmy,” you whispered, stunned. “That’s not gonna fit.”

He chuckled darkly, stepping between your open thighs, fist lazily stroking himself as he looked down at you like you were dessert.

“We can make it fit, baby.”

He lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing hot and firm against your soaked entrance.

He didn’t thrust—not yet.

He pushed in slow, steady, forcing your body to stretch inch by devastating inch around him.

You clutched at his biceps, nails digging into his skin as he sank deeper, and deeper, and deeper, dragging a choked sound from your throat.

Jimmy’s head dropped forward, a long, drawn-out moan rumbling from his chest.

“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed, bracing his forehead against yours.

“How the fuck you so fuckin’ tight, girl? You tryna make me nut after one stroke?”

You whimpered, blinking up at him, feeling so full you could barely think.

Every inch of him throbbed inside you, pleasure growing low in your belly, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.

Jimmy grinned, very breathless.

“Don’t worry, mama,” he murmured against your lips.

“We just gettin’ started.”

Jimmy moved slow at first with each roll of his hips was deep, grinding, making sure you felt every pulsing inch of him as he stretched you wide.

“You takin’ me so good, baby… fuck, you were made for me.”

Your hands clutched at his arms, fingers scrabbling for something to hold onto as he thrust slow, measured, dragging out the way your walls gripped and squeezed around him.

“You feel me?” he whispered, hips nudging deeper. “Feel how good you fit ’round me?”

“Y-yeah,” you gasped, dizzy with how full you felt, with how careful he was being when all you wanted was more. “Jimmy… harder.”

He froze for a second, chest heaving.

You watched that wicked grin bloom across his face again.

“Harder, huh?”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you clenching around nothing.

You whimpered, thighs already trembling from how much he had wrecked you with his mouth.

Jimmy caught you easily as you slid off the desk, arms wrapping around you tight when your knees buckled.

“I got you, mama,” he said, kissing the side of your temple. “Always got you.”

Before you could catch your breath, he spun you around and bent you over the desk, your cheek pressing against the cool surface.

A sharp nudge of his foot kicked your feet apart wider.

The rough dominance of the gesture only made your fresh juices drip more between your thighs.

“You said harder,” Jimmy growled lowly.

“Don’t take it back now.”

You barely had time to brace yourself before he grabbed a fistful of your hair, not cruelly, but firm, using it to pull your head back slightly as he lined himself up behind you again.

And then he slammed into you—hard, deep, brutal.

You cried out, the desk screeching forward an inch on the floor from the force.

Jimmy’s grip tightened in your hair, his other hand locking around your hip like he was scared you’d disappear.

His pace was merciless now, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet slaps, the sound obscene in the empty office.

“Goddamn, baby,” he grunted, rutting into you, the sounds of your bodies filling the room.

“Fuckin’ made for me… perfect little pussy takin’ all this cock.”

You moaned helplessly, eyes rolling back as he fucked you harder, faster—still somehow holding back from finishing, but barely.

Jimmy bent low, breath hot against your ear.

“You better hold on, mama,” he rasped.

“‘Cause I ain’t lettin’ you go ‘til I’m done givin’ this sweet little body everything it needs.”

Jimmy kept fucking you, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls—when a sudden knock rattled the office door.

You froze, going rigid under him.

Jimmy stilled too, buried deep inside you, cock pulsing against your walls.

Jimmy’s hand clamped fast over your mouth, muffling the whimper that almost escaped you.

“Uh… everything alright in there?” a gruff voice called.

It was the janitor—Mr. Benson, from the night shift.

His chest pressed tight against your back, heartbeat hammering just as hard as yours.

He stayed lodged deep inside you, not pulling out, just grinding slow strokes that made your thighs quiver against the desk.

You squirmed, trying to stay still, trying not to make a sound—but every slow drag of his cock inside your soaked, stretched walls made your breath hitch.

“You… uh, need this room cleaned?” Benson asked again, sounding a little suspicious.

Jimmy leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, still moving inside you just slow enough to make you go insane.

“Speak now..”

He lifted his hand slightly, giving you room to speak—though he stayed locked inside you, thick and unrelenting.

You struggled to find your voice, blinking tears of frustration and pleasure out of your eyes.

“N-no!” you croaked out, breathless.

“We’re good! No cleaning needed!”

A beat.

“Alright then,” the janitor grumbled. You heard the soft squeak of his cart wheels rolling away.

The second the sound disappeared down the hallway, Jimmy’s whole body shifted.

You barely had time to inhale before he grabbed your hips and slammed into you, picking up the brutal pace exactly where he left off.

“No interruptions this time, mama,” he growled, pulling your hair again to arch your back deeper into him.

“Gonna fuck you like you fuckin’ need it.”

His thrusts were relentless—hard, fast, dominant—his cock hitting deep with every snap of his hips.

Your cries turned into broken moans, your hands clawing at the desk for any kind of anchor.

Jimmy was a force now—grunting, cursing under his breath, owning your body like it was his right.

“You feel that?” he rasped against your ear, voice wrecked.

“That’s me, stretchin’ this pretty little pussy open… makin’ you mine.”

Every word made you clench tighter around him, every thrust sending you closer to the edge again.

You could feel it building again—incredible and inevitable.

Jimmy’s fingers bruised into your hips as he chased his own release, grunting and cursing under his breath.

“You’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight, baby,” he growled, voice wrecked, desperate.

“Can’t—fuck—hold out.”

You cried out, the pleasure inside you snapping tight.

“Jimmy—!” you gasped, body locking up, clenching down around him hard.

That was it.

That was all it took.

Jimmy groaned low and broken, slamming in deep one last time as he came inside you, hot and endless, his cock jerking with every pulse.

The feeling of him filling you tipped you over the edge too—you came with a sob, body wracked with shudders, your walls milking him for every last drop.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of attempted breathing as you stayed tangled together, bodies trembling.

Jimmy pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder still deep inside you.

“Same time tomorrow, mama?” he panted, voice teasing but warm.

You let out a breathless, wrecked laugh, cheek still pressed to the desk.

“We’re about to rack up so much overtime,” you muttered.

Jimmy chuckled low in his chest, hands smoothing over your sides, protective even in his exhaustion.

“Good,” he said, nipping at your neck playfully.

“Means I get to clock in… and clock out… right inside you.”

[athenalvss]

DRAMATIC ( wally west )

requested: yes ; no

summary: Wally is completely devastated cause the girl he likes is talking to another boy, and the girl he likes is devastated cause she thinks Wally is in love with someone else.

pairing: Wally west x fem spider!reader

a/n: I used a nickname for the reader cause i feel weird writing yn. Whatever, feel free to make any kind of request, I really have fun doing this.

open request — dc masterlist

It all started with a hug, something normal for everyone, but not for Wally West.

For Wally, it was a scene straight out of a romantic tv show, one of those you watched with your grandmother when you went to visit her. You were standing at the school gates, laughing with a tall boy, that was bad enough, but the worst was when he messed up your hair.

And you... you laughed. YOU LAUGHED! As if a catastrophic event hadn't just happened in front Wally's eyes, and it got worse when the boy put an arm around your shoulders and you didn't take it away.

"I'm dead," he muttered as he hid behind a column. "I'm not the protagonist of her story. I'm the cool, handsome friend who appears in the post credits scene."

And without looking back, he ran off until he reached the young league. A red blur crossed half the city until he arrived. Wally appeared in the training room as if he had run from another dimension.

"GUYS, WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!" he shouted, dramatically throwing himself onto a mat. "A big, big problem!"

Dick raised an eyebrow, without looking up from the screen. "We have? Did something happen with Spidey?"

"My heart's broken!" Wally crawled onto his back, staring at the ceiling as if the universe had just kicked him in the heart. "She was with someone else! He hugged her! And he touched her hair! You know who does that? LOVE INTERESTS IN ROMCOMS!! I'm losing, guys!"

Kaldur appeared in the doorway with a towel over his shoulder. "Why are you always so dramatic?"

"I'm not dramatic! My feelings and my heart are shattered!" Wally sat up, dramatic as ever. "I'm never going to have a story with a soundtrack and a happy ending!"

"Maybe if you would stop spying on her from behind columns..."

"I DIDN'T SPY HER! I was just… discreetly watching from a distance to make sure she wasn't kidnapped."

Dick rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. So, what do you plan to do now?"

"Nothing. Cry, eat ice cream, and maybe move to another dimension."

Conner grunted from the couch, where he was lifting weights while listening to Wally's dramatic performance in front of him. "Or you could just tell her you like her."

Wally looked at him with a Greek tragedy face. "Are you crazy? What if she rejects me?"

"Then you'll be just like you are now, but you'll leave with dignity and a real reason" Conner said, lifting another weight without changing his expression.

"Besides," Dick added, turning off the console, "I think you're missing the point. She always laughs at your bad jokes, and she saves you a seat in the mission room, and she doesn't do that with just anyone."

Wally frowned. "Of course no, everyone does it!"

The three boys sitting there looked at him with a raised eyebrow and responded in a coordinated manner. "I wouldn't do that."

Waly snorted. "What if she's just nice? That's a strong possibility."

Kaldur sighed deeply, crossing his arms. "You have two options: confess what you feel like a semi-mature adult… or keep screaming like her hair is a souvenir stolen from a mission."

"It takes a lot of confidence to touch someone's hair!" Wally shouted, pointing to the sky. "That dude knew what he was doing!"

"What boy?" Dick asked, hiding his laughter.

"A tall one with a confident smile and the energy of a dangerous supporting character! I don't know his name."

Conner raised an eyebrow. "Are you jealous of a guy you don't know and haven't even spoken to?"

"I'M JEALOUS OF ANY GUY BUT ME!"

The training door opened with a soft creak, and M'gann walked in, accompanied by Artemis and Zatanna. The three of them stopped in their tracks when they saw Wally sprawled on the floor, one hand on his chest and the other reaching toward the ceiling as if begging the gods for mercy.

“Is he… hurt?” Zatanna asked, lowering her voice.

"Only from the heart," Conner grunted, still lifting weights.

"Again?" Artemis sighed, crossing her arms.

Wally sat up with theatrical swiftness. "Not “again”! This time it’s real! This time it was a direct attack on my emotions! On my hopes! On my perfectly styled hair meant to impress her!"

"What happened now?" M'gann asked, trying to sound empathetic, even though a smile tugged at her lips.

"I saw her! With another guy. Tall, confident… probably perfect hair. He touched her hair. Her hair!" Wally put a hand to his forehead theatrically " And she… she smiled. SMILED!"

"Wow, that's a big problem" Artemis said sarcastically.

"Thank you for your emotional support!" he replied, hurt.

Zatanna leaned closer, tilting her head curiously. "So what are you going to do about it, Romeo?"

Wally looked at her, disconsolate. "Eat ice cream, watch sad movies, and cry"

"Or you could ask her out, right?" M'gann chimed in, sitting on the edge of a mat. "You're literally one conversation away from resolving this drama."

"And risk her saying no?!" Wally stood up, horrified. "Do you know what that would do to my self esteem? Nothing, cause I don't have any! I already lost it all this morning at the school gate!"

── .✦

You had arrived at the training room earlier, but when you saw that the door was ajar and you heard voices inside, you decided not to interrupt.

“…Eat ice cream, watch sad movies, and cry” Wally said.

“Or you could ask her out, right?” M’gann suggested.

Your eyes widened. Ask her out?

You moved closer to the door, as if that would change the fact that you felt an invisible fist squeezing your stomach.

“And risk her saying no?” Wally’s voice sounded again. “Do you know what that would do to my self-esteem? Nothing, because I don’t have any! I already lost it this morning at the school gate!”

You covered your mouth, holding back a pained and exaggerated sound. You walked away quietly, as if you'd been stabbed in slow motion.

You ran into Artemis and Zatanna a few minutes later in the hallway, and that's when your tragedy unfolded:

"IT CAN'T BE! WALLY IS IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE!" you blurted out with a dramatic shriek, clutching the door frame as if you were about to faint.

The two girls stopped, confused. "What are you talking about?" Artemis asked, frowning.

"I heard him!" you said, pointing into space. "HE SAID HE WAS GOING TO ASK ANOTHER GIRL OUT!! He said it with his own mouth! How do I recover from this? How?!"

The three of them were stunned by your performance. Zatanna had a hand on her chest, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing; M'gann was trying not to laugh; and Artemis well, just looked at you like you'd lost your mind.

"Wait... you heard the conversation?" M'gann asked, already suspecting where this was going.

"And you know what the worst part is?!" you exclaimed, pointing at them like a betrayed heroine "YOU WERE HELPING HIM! YOU DIDN'T CARE ABOUT MY HEART! OR MY DIGNITY! OR MY DAILY HOROSCOPE THAT SAID 'BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ARE AROUND'!"

Artemis brought her hand to her face, resigned. "Oh, please…"

"BETRAYAL!" you continued, now twirling dramatically. "And just today I had done my hair for him..."

Zatanna approached you, very serious. "I need you to tell me right now: Was that acting or are you always this crazy?"

“I’m so crazy about him!” you screamed, throwing yourself to the ground as if you had been mortally wounded.

“…I need to sit down a second” M’gann said, laughing.

Just then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, Wally appeared on the scene, holding an ice cream cone, stopping in his tracks when he saw you on the floor with the girls around you.

Wally stopped when he saw the scene in front of him, you were lying on the floor, Zatanna crying with laughter, Artemis shaking her head, and M'gann literally fanning herself with her hand from laughing so much.

"What's going on here?" he asked, holding up the ice cream as if it were a peace offering.

"DON'T PLAY INNOCENT!" you yelled, pointing at him from the ground with a trembling finger. "I heard everything, West! EVERYTHING!"

“What? Wait, you heard the conversation with the guys?” Wally asked, but his tone instantly changed to nervous. His eyes widened, and the ice cream trembled a little in his hand. “Wait… what part did you hear exactly?”

You sat up slowly, as if you were in a dramatic soap opera. "The part where you said you were in love! And that you were going to ask her out! And that your self-esteem was collapsing like my heart right now!"

Wally took a step back, pale. “Oh no… no, no, no… Did you hear all that?!”

"EVERYTHING!" you shouted, emphasizing with your arms wide open. "And you guys," you pointed at the girls, "were cheering him on! How could you? My own war sisters!"

Zatanna couldn't breathe anymore from laughing. Artemis looked at Wally with a mixture of pity and amusement, and M'gann just said, "Well... at least they're just as intense."

Wally clapped a hand to his chest, as if you'd shot him with a word. "So... if you heard everything... is it so bad that I have feelings for you?!"

"Wait. What?"

[spinecouture]

an extra shot ; part I

themes: fluff???, age gap (reader is in college), flirting, masturbation mentions, perverted behavior, intentional lowercase, fem pov.

a/n: we turnt asf! i love awkward big men who can’t control themselves!!! u are responsible for ur own consumption. this one lingers, festers, rots in my head daily.

könig did not have the intention of falling for you. not at all. he was a coldblooded killer, a colonel, for god’s sake. he had no room in his gooey, black heart for a little thing like you. however, he found himself ogling at you when he saw you in a coffee shop. he was home for just a little while before deployment, and ritualistically went to the same coffee shop every morning until he left again.

he didn’t count on a new, pretty face disturbing his routine. you were small, curvy, quiet. you were polite to the baristas, always profusely apologizing when they got your order wrong.

it made könig nauseous. how could one person be so sweet and full of light? in this sick world, he knew there must be something hidden beneath the surface.

he made no plan to speak with you, however, knowing that curiosity was definitely going to kill this cat. it seemed fate was not on his side, however, when one morning you bumped into his towering frame, spilling coffee all over his front.

“oh, god, i’m so sorry!” you squeaked, grabbing napkins and trying to wipe him clean.

könig swallowed, frozen in time as you rubbed the thin napkins over his stomach and groin. his jaw tightened, reaching out to grab your wrist and stop you. your eyes met, his icy glare melting you instantly.

“stop,” he said gruffly. “it’s… fine.”

a couple people glanced over at the scene, signaling for könig to let go of your arm. he’d be damned if anyone got the wrong idea, what with him being a real life giant, and you being so tiny and frail.

“l-lemme get you a coffee or something,” you stammered, face beet red and eyes bobbing in your little head.

the man stood stiff, coffee still staining his pants, and he wanted to tell you to buzz off, to leave him be and be more aware of your surroundings next time. but as your eyes welled with embarrassed tears, he sighed and shrugged. “fine,” he grumbled. “don’t cry about it.”

that’s how you ended up sitting with könig at the coffee shop for almost an hour. he really did have other shit to do, y’know, but you just kept blabbering and swinging those little legs, he couldn’t think straight.

“so what do you do?” you finally asked, snapping könig out of his own head.

the man paused, sipping his drink: black coffee, no sugar or cream. “military,” he said plainly.

“oh!” you smiled, but it slowly faded into humiliation all over again. “i spilled coffee all over someone who serves our country, oh god, i’m the worst.”

“it’s not a big deal, but the more you bring it up the more it will irritate me,” könig replied in a low tone.

you nodded, taking a big gulp of your own drink. “got it.” you quickly swallowed and adjusted in your seat. könig couldn’t help but notice the way your curves spilled out of the chair, and had to look away. “so… what do you do? or is that top secret, or whatever?”

könig scoffed, glancing around before his eyes landed back on you. “i’m a colonel. let’s talk about something else.”

“i like your accent,” you quickly changed the subject, still hoping to learn about the large man. “where are you from?”

“austria,” he replied.

you smiled, “that’s cool.”

there was a few beats of silence before you felt uncomfortable. you didn’t like silence, könig noticed. he preferred it most times. but oh god, the way you shuffled, fidgeting with the rings on your fingers, he couldn’t help but ask: “you live here?”

you nodded, “mhm. moved here a couple years ago for school. majoring in psychology.”

könig wanted to laugh. psychology as a major just seemed silly to him. what’s so interesting about people? they’re all the same. at least in his mind they were. he bit his tongue, however, and nodded. “what made you choose it?”

you shrugged, sipping your drink. a strand of hair fell in your face, a beautiful framing piece that made könig want to tug on it until you cried.

“i think the human mind is one of the most fascinating subjects,” you explained. “i almost went into criminology, but i’m less interested in the acts themselves and more interested in why people do what they do.”

“uh-huh,” könig nodded, though barely listening.

he was more focused on your nimble fingers, long, painted nails and supple skin. he wondered if your thighs were just as milky and soft, how he could decorate them with red and purple bruises.

“…and not just criminals. people in general are fascinating. what makes people tick and why? you ever seen a brain scan on a mentally ill person? it’s really weird…”

your lips moved, so glossy and pink. he wondered how your lip gloss would feel around his cock, if you could take him all the way down your throat, if you’d gag and cry or beg for more.

he abruptly stood up, realizing the shit he’d gotten himself into. “thanks for coffee,” he blurted, before he quickly grabbed his wallet and walked out.

you were left hanging mid sentence, alone at the table, watching the bulky man stumble out the door. you liked him a lot more than you intended.

könig had gone back to the coffee shop the next few days, like always, although you had somehow slipped into his daily ritual. every morning, you’d come up with your bright smile, ever oblivious to his guarded nature and vehement distaste for human interaction.

it took four times seeing you, talking to you, for könig to break. he’d fisted his cock that night, imagining tears painting your pretty face as he wrecked your tight holes. he couldn’t stop, finding himself becoming obsessed with the idea of having you. it only humiliated him, making it more and more difficult to look you in the eye each day.

you had noticed on this particular day, that könig seemed tired. more than usual. you reached your hand out, placing it on his wrist in a friendly, affectionate way. “you okay?”

könig blushed a dusty pink, pulling his arm away immediately. you reeled back, recognizing that you had pushed a boundary. the man nodded, “i’m fine. just tired.”

“you need an extra shot in there, huh?” you asked with a smile.

“maybe i do,” he groaned, rubbing his face. “haven’t been sleeping much.”

he left out the part where he’d be up all night fantasizing about tying you up and having his way with you, jerking himself off until his hand was shaking.

you nodded in understanding, oblivious to könig’s perverted activities. “is it just restlessness?” you asked. “or nightmares?” you noticed his face fall, and laughed. “you don’t have to tell me. i was jus’ curious if i could help at all.”

oh, you certainly could, könig thought. but he stifled it down, and adjusted in his seat. “nah, it’s alright. i’m just restless, i suppose.”

“mm,” you hummed in acknowledgement. “you try warm milk?”

könig scoffed, “sure, yeah.”

“i’m serious! it really helps. or melatonin. or… alcohol,” you shrugged.

“oh, no,” könig chuckled and shook his head. “i don’t drink.”

“weed?”

“no.”

“i hear sex helps. you got a lady?”

könig froze, a deep red blush dusting his cheeks. you laughed, nudging him playfully. “i’m kidding!”

könig groaned, rubbing his face. “you’re a real freak, y’know that?”

“sure. jus’ tryna help,” you smiled innocently, before biting your lip and leaning in. “you didn’t answer my question, though.”

“what? do i have a lady?” könig grumbled. “no. i don’t.”

“ah,” you leaned back, brows up. “a man like you? i wouldn’t’ve guessed.”

“a man like me?” he repeated.

“big, handsome, serving his country. girls like a working man.”

könig looked down. he didn’t feel like he was all that great. he felt like a big oaf, a socially awkward goober. but if you thought he was handsome… maybe he had a shot.

“you think i’m handsome?” he smirked goofily.

you laughed, sipping your drink. “well, duh.”

könig took your reply as a signal to swig more of his coffee. damn, he really needed to relax. he was getting flustered by someone he barely knew. he looked down at his cup, using the straw as a fidget, avoiding your gaze. he didn’t know what to do with all these feelings, all this pent up desire. he felt sick, almost.

“i’m sorry,” you blurted suddenly. “i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

könig shrugged, dismissing your apology. “no discomfort.”

you tilted your head curiously, “you just always seem to be in deep thought. are you anxious about going back to work?”

“you are very nosy,” the man responded.

you found yourself blushing, sitting back in your seat and rethinking if this was even a good idea. you liked him, for sure, but was he even available? he said he was single, but his mind seemed elsewhere. “i jus’ like knowing things, i guess.”

könig chuckled, “that’s right. ‘the human mind.’ you like knowing.”

you two shared an eye contact you hadn’t previously. it was tension filled, a little awkward, but mostly… warm. a friendship had blossomed, albeit one könig had never really experienced before.

“how long till you go back?” you finally asked.

könig lifted his head, “here for three more weeks.”

you nodded, biting back a devious little smirk. three more weeks to get under this guys skin, huh? game on.

“you want another coffee?” you asked.

[od4saku]

Geto Suguru falls in love for the first time at 15.

He doesn’t know how he’s never seen you before— by the first time he sees you, he’s already halfway through his first year at Tokyo’s Prefectural Jujutsu high school. You’re a second year, and so, so cool. All loud laughter and confidence, sharp smiles and intelligence— he can’t help but admire you.

He likes to think that his status as a special grade sorcerer can separate him from being a cringey teenaged boy with a disastrous crush. In hindsight, it may have just made it worse. His attempts to impress you, constant and perpetual, never went quite right. Ever the gentleman, Geto would do all the chivalrous things. He would open doors for you, and then get hit in the face by them. He’d pull out your chair, and then trip over the legs. He tried, though, he really did. And you seemed to pick up on that.

Maybe you were simply entertaining his awkward attempts at being smooth. Maybe you were just playing along. But sometimes when he made a joke, you would laugh and touch his arm. And other times when he messed something up or did something stupid, you would call him ‘so cute’ which caused his friends to tease him and made him go red in the face. He had always thought of himself as smooth, calm, collected. You proved that everything could change.

At was almost the end of the school year when Gojo’d managed to rule Geto up enough to urge him to speak on his feelings. It’s February. A layer of frost encases the world, as if it was trying to preserve it, keep it that way forever. But the sun was suspended in the sky, chipping away at the icy covering. Change is coming, says the sky. Geto agrees. He will welcome it, even. It must be a good omen, he presumes, a sign of fortune to come.

You are knelt down by a small pond. With a stick in hand, he observes you for a moment as you appear to poke at the thinning sheet of ice covering the body of water.

“What are you doing?” He can see, he knows, but he asks anyways. You turn over your shoulder and give him a bright, bright smile. He feels himself melting inside.

“I was waiting for Mei Mei, for our assignment in Shibuya. But she’s going to be late, I think.” You frown a little, and he joins you on the ground in front of the little pond. The both of you watch as chunks of ice slowly decay into nothingness as the sunlight licks the surface. Greedy like a child with ice cream. Always taking more. (Change is coming.)

“So, this isn’t a bad time?”

You look at him again, shifting your body to face him rather than the pond. Soft beams of sunlight kiss your cheek, and he takes in every detail. How your eyes glow warm, bright, so bright, even though you have to squint a little. How your hair turns to fire. How you are looking at him and only him. “No. Is there something you need to say to me, Geto?”

He’s so confident. He will tell you that yes, he wants to ask you to lunch at a café he found in the city. He wants to pay for your food, and pull out a chair for you without falling over. He wants to take you on a date. He wants to tell you about how he likes you, why he likes you, and argue a thesis as to why you would be good together. So he opens his mouth.

None of that comes out.

“No. I was just curious,” he lies through his teeth, gesturing to the pond. Oh, he’s fucked this. Gojo and Shoko were most definitely going to get on his ass about this later. He grimaces a grin as you smile.

“Ah, don’t mind me! I was just killing time, you know?”

He’s 15, almost 16. He’s a special grade jujutsu sorcerer. He is one of the strongest. You made him so, so weak. He forgets himself, sometimes. That he is still a boy despite it all.

He hums conversationally, though he’s feeling particularly embarrassed internally. “So cold out. Do you think we’ll get snow?”

At least Geto is good with his words, good enough to cover up his lull, his fumble. At least you don’t notice anything wrong as you respond with a glance skyward, “hm. I doubt it. I wish, though.”

“Really? Don’t you want nicer weather?”

You tilt your head a little and he feels dizzy, and lightheaded. He isn’t paying much attention to what you’re saying even though he should be. Geto is more focused on the slope of your nose, the angle of your cheeks, the curve of your hand as it thrums against your thigh. “In my opinion, snow is the best kind of weather. I like how everything fits together. And I like when it melts. How it smells and all.”

He laughs. “You’re so weird.”

You punch his shoulder lightly. “Plus, snow reminds me of when I was younger. Snowball fights, shopping for scarves and coats and gloves, all that. So I guess it’s personal.”

He softens. You give him another smile but it’s melancholy this time. A nostalgia. He wants to engrave it into his memory. Keep you forever. “Do you wish you could go back ever?”

You would be lying if you said no, so you say yes instead. “But there’s no point in thinking about that, yeah? We can do all that now. Next winter. Let’s build an igloo or something, Geto.”

The smile is on his face before he knows it and he’s pried away from the emotional intimacy as soon as it’s shown itself. You are bright again and he is a moth. Enamoured by you, always. “Let’s.”

He bids you farewell a moment or so later when Mei Mei’s silhouette appears in the distance. He would be more upset, if he thought about his lack of confession. But as always, conversing with you is fulfillment enough. He can always ask when you get home, he thinks. He can ask, and you can say yes. And you can plan out the igloo you’re going to build, and he can map out the future house you’re going to share.

Except, the ice melts in the pond. And the frost turns to water permeating the soil. And you never come home.

This is Geto Suguru’s first taste of death. The impermanence of it all. The way that in less than a day, someone could be gone.

It was an oversight on the part of the initial reports. A special grade curse instead of two 1st grades. He knows because he is the one called in for backup, and he is the one who finds your body. You are cold like the snow by the time it is all over. Colder, even. And you’re still so pretty it hurts.

He’s never seen the body of a loved one before. He is so strangely detached and yet, at the same time, so full of anguish. Who could’ve stopped this? Could he have? What if you were alive? What would you say? Did it hurt? Were you going to be okay, wherever you were now? He thinks back to the conversation about the snow. He thinks back to the tripping over chairs, the way you always made space for anyone in any room. The way you loved so big in such little ways. The way it almost could’ve worked.

You taught Geto that change is inevitable. That death is always a part of life, especially for innocents, especially for those who deserve it the least. This is his beginning of the end. The way it will all begin to fall apart. Because he never got to know your favorite color. He never got to know how you like your coffee, or where you liked to shop. The only thing he knew is that you liked the cold. So next time it snowed, he would stay inside and lament the fact that if the world was a little different, and a lot kinder, you would be there with him.

You’d have said yes to his date, he believes. If you’d gotten the chance.

(Ice melts. The sun is hot, too hot. Change is coming.)

(Maybe it's already here.)

"Grief was a spare room where we put things." -Aimee Seu, Velvet Hounds

[changingplumbob]

Day fourteen - Connor group part 2/2

@corrienteallita, @eljeebee, @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, @hashimasims, @jonquilyst, @riverofjazzsims

Isla: Woohoo! I'm so happy I won; I can't wait for our solo date, Deanna!

Kaye: Yes! *fist pumps* Wait Isla did you just curse?

Isla: Wait did I? No I meant like happy woohoo not woohoo woohoo

Kaye: *snickers*

Isla: *gasps then sighs* Okay I walked in to that one

Solo dates were two hours long. Deanna arranged for a beach trip and made some ice cream as a snack. She then did one friendly and one romantic interaction. The rest of the date was whatever happened autonomously.

Kaye is ambivalent about the beach but is excited for sun and ice cream. She turns the stereo to world radio, a station Deanna enjoys as well.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Kaye: I enjoyed school very much and joined EVERY after school activity I could! I had a lot of friends and just enjoyed being a kid

Deanna: Did you have a dream job as a kid?

Kaye: I wanted to be a magician when I was little. The whole abracadabra pull a rabbit out of a hat and make Elephants disappear. Dom was always happy to help and be my assistant in all my living room performances *laughs*

Deanna: That sounds so awesome! I wanted to be a pirate

Kaye: A pirate! Well me hearty if you're the Captain, can I be your first mate? *Winks*

Deanna: *giggles*

Kaye: Oh my I can't believe I just did that! Ignore me please. That's really cool though, did you get the chance to sail the seven seas?

Reminiscing on being kids, Deanna asks if there's any memory Kaye can remember really well.

Kaye: My favorite memory might be when my grandfather planned a family camping trip to Granite Falls. My uncle made it all about himself of course but it was great to just be part of nature, fishing and hiking and such. We had to do most of it at night but it was still really cool!

Gluttonous Kaye just couldn't leave the date without more ice cream!

Isla is happy to be at the beach. While it's not Sulani it's a scene similar to home that can help her feel at ease. Before getting ice cream Deanna asks her what music she might like. Isla isn't really sure so Deanna puts on Island radio.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Isla: Meh, I was neutral about it. It's like work; it's something that I just had to do. But I was never bad in school. I made pretty good grades. I guess the thing about school is that you're inside most of the day sitting down doing nothing, and that was pretty boring and lame to me as a Sulani girl

Deanna: You'd rather be outdoors in the sand? I can definitely relate to wanting classes outside

Deanna: Did you have a dream job as a kid?

Isla: Oh I can't tell you that

Deanna: I'll tell you what I wanted to be

Isla: Fine. I... I wanted to be a professional shell collector

Deanna: That's adorable!

Isla: *smiles* thanks. My dad collects shells and I wanted to be just like him when I grew up

Deanna: I may have wanted to be a pirate

Isla: *giggles* a pirate? That's hilarious. I'd have hired you to track me down the rarest shells, the magic ones

The talking and laughter continues as the pair grow closer.

Isla: One of my earliest memories is finding my first shell on the beach. My older brothers went jet-skiing, but I was too little to go with them, so I stayed on the shore with my parents and my younger brother. While me and my dad were making a sand sculpture, I found a small scallop shell! My dad was so happy for me and ended up placing my shell with his own shell collection. It's definitely a core memory for me

Deanna: That's so sweet! I love him already

When everyone was back at the villa contestants had three hours of skill gaining time. Room doors were locked and autonomy turned off to give everyone a fair go.

Berenice practiced gaming while a calmer Dee was determined to beat some virtual high scores. Isabella also played some sims forever to improve her video gaming. Isla and Nyami both chose to tackle some logic while a happy Kaye decided to work on comedy.

Devin: How are you feeling about your date with Kaye?

Deanna: Pretty good. She's funny and I think we get on well

Devin: And how about Isla

Deanna: *smiles* Yeah I'll admit I'm a bit smitten with her. She knows so much about Sulani

Devin (voiceover): So how are you feeling about Deanna at the moment?

Isla (voiceover): *blushes* Definitely smitten

When skill time was over room doors were unlocked, autonomy was put back to full, and contestants were instructed to eat dinner. Needs decay had been on the whole day. Deanna was not instructed to talk to anyone so interactions happened autonomously, she was also locked out of rooms so she would be available for contestants to interact with.

It appeared that the time gaming had calmed down Dee, who was once again able to see people without wanting to punch them. Deanna made vegetable tempura since Kaye is vegetarian- she's not accidentally eating meat on our watch! Isabella was in a flirty mood but didn't perform any romantic interactions, choosing to be friendly instead.

Then we had a surprise! Deanna was talking to Nyami when she decided to stand up and hold her hands! This is the second physical flirtation Deanna has done autonomously. Could Nyami be a hidden gem despite her early lower ranking? The pair hugged and chatted with Kaye and Isla while everyone else went to bed.