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Sorry but I don’t care how much you think you’re right about an argument, if you completely devolve into just repeating “you’re a retard” over and over and over again that’s an immediate L in my book, friendo.
#random rant#personal#man’s never heard of a bad player in his life I stg#he thinks everyone must be playing at the pro level or something#because he’s like it’s UNTHINKABLE that this hero everyone picks is being played poorly in this one game#everyone picks it so it MUST be good right?#it MUST be an insta-win button right?#like no sorry not everyone plays like a pro player#you don’t even play like a pro player but w/e that’s not the argument here#the argument was just about how this one person on my team was playing a genuinely bad hero in that exact context#idc if it’s the number one most picked hero by everyone in the world#clearly that must be true BECAUSE THEY PICKED IT#the issue is that that hero doesn’t work all that well on that particular map#no idc if it works on every other map#this ONE map that I was SPECIFICALLY referring to it does not#her kit just doesn’t get used to its full potential on that map#idk what else you want me to say#but yeah if you’re gonna keep screaming RETARD into my ear over and over again#I’m gonna leave the discord call#and you can call it a skill issue or w/e the fuck all you want#I’m still right
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This one is for my one and only true fave artist...
Pupper,
Puppy, You're so cool!
*cough* How was the process when making one animatic?
#I gave up getting creative with the transitions so I used fade in/out like a cheesy 90s music video and the ending is rushed#but it turned out ok so it’s fine#the process was mostly me holding my head in my hands and groaning ‘ughhhhhh idk what to do for the next part’#my brother was responsible for the jack black peach rotoscope and said peach hitting wukong. and the discord leave call noise at the end#I have a couple more animatics eating at my brain so I’m gonna try to get them done WITH boards.. I have a little bit done for Wormwood but#I’m taking a break so it’ll be a while. then 2 oc animatics which shouldn’t be too long#and then only acting with macaque and legendary with MK#thanks for the ask!!!#ask game#ask#doodles#yapping
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either my dating life is actually cursed or i have really bad taste in guys, cuz they all either leave or cheat, and the one good guy i dated was literally blackmailed into dumping me
#i’m so fucking lonely#but it’s probably my fault#my most recent ex admitted to cheating on me in a discord call#and he was always asking if he could p!ss in my mouth#so its probably a good thing that i left him#but still#i just wanna find someone i can be with who won’t leave me or cheat#but i can’t find someone like that so i’m just gonna scroll through tumblr instead
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Changed my phone settings so no one can call me after 7pm except for my family. Suck on my nuts friends
#like I dont want them to feel bad but also they should feel bad and they should apologize to me.#also feeling mad that as soon as I got to talk a little bit on the second call my friend went so silent I thought the call failed.#I am feeling……… angry.#I do all these favors for these people and the only thing I get in return is someone who will fucking talk to me at school#okay I should stop ruminating and just move on#once my actual friend changed majors it was all over for me and I should’ve transferred when I had the chance.#and I just got a discord notification I hate EVERYTHING can everyone just LEAVE ME ALONE !!!!!!!#I’m gonna do a darkness retreat like what misha Collins and Aaron rodgers did. no one talk to me all day
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Whumptober 2023
Welcome to Whumptober 2023 — the sixth year running!
COMPLETIONISTS/PARTICIPANT BADGES CAN BE FOUND HERE
To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone joining this year, welcome!
Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.
This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.
And this years playlist can be found here.
There are 139 prompt options in total this year - this is including the alternatives list! A special thanks goes out to those who took part in our trope vote back in July. From the 1526 responses to our list of 223 tropes, we looked through the popularity results, as well as your honourable mentions, and were able to produce this years prompts list. Stay tuned, as we will be posting some of the results at a later date!
We’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!
Best of luck and happy whumping,
Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro
(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)
Whumptober 2023 Prompt List
No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”
Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”
No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”
Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”
No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”
Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”
No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”
Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?”
No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”
Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”
No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”
Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”
No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”
Alleyway | Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”
No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”
Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”
No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.”
Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”
No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”
Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you'd never leave.”
No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”
Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”
No. 12: “I haven't slept in days but who's counting?”
Red | Insomnia | “I’m up, I’m up.”
No. 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”
Cold Compress | Infection | “I don’t feel so good.”
No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”
Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”
No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”
Makeshift Bandages | Suppressed Suffering | “I’m fine.”
No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”
Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”
Collar | Touch Aversion | “Leave me alone.”
No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”
Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”
No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”
Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”
No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”
Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”
No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”
Vows | Restraints | “Don't move.”
No. 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.”
Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!”
No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”
Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?”
No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”
Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”
No. 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”
Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”
No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”
Seeing Double | Working To Exhaustion | “You look awful.”
No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”
Matches | Scars | “Let me see”
No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”
Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”
No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”
Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | “What happened to me?”
No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”
Borrowed Clothing | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”
No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”
Emptiness | Setbacks | “Take it easy.”
Alternatives List:
Betrayal
Aftermath of Failure
Brass Knuckles
Decoy
Body Modification
Playing Cards
Examination
Hunting
Drugging
Shaking
Panic
Broken
Miscommunication
Lab Rat
Reluctant Whumper
Event Info & Rules
~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask ~
WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. The 'theme' of each day is the line of lyrics.
The prompts are merely to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is "flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be related to the 'spark' of a relationship. It's truly up to you!
In total, there are 4 prompts for each day: there's lyrics, an object, a trope and a line of dialogue to choose from. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.
Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.
When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:
#whumptober2023 …..(the event tag)
#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(day number)
#lyric, #bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)
#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)
#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)
#teeth, #gore tw, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Add "tw" AFTER the trigger/content warning. )
#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)
#your own tags go here
PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]
Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.
Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed the event. You do not need to post anything you have created, we rely on trust and we will not check this.
Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.
Frequently Asked Questions
Q. How does this year’s prompt list work? What do I have to choose?
You can create something based on:
The overall theme/lyric of the day
Prompt 1, 2 or 3
One or several of the alternative prompts
A combination of the above
Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?
When in doubt: JUST DO IT!
Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?
Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.7, #radio silence). If you create works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.
Q. Can I post early/late?
Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.
Q. Will you reblog my post?
Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we can’t promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:
tag your post properly
post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards.
Q. What if I don’t understand a prompt/theme?
Send us an ask! We’re happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation. Don’t take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.
Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?
This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe.
Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?
Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.
Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?
Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally we’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle.
Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?
Yes.
Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?
If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If you’ve previously posted something that checks the boxes, we ask that you not include it retroactively for this current year. You can, however, add new chapters relating to one or more of the prompts.
Q. What kind of characters can I write for?
Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, RPF, whoever you like. You can use the generic “whumpee” character or have specific ones.
Q. Does it have to take place in a specific fandom?
No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want.
Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?
Yes, but it only counts once towards being a completionist.
Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day’s prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?
No, you can’t exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice.
Q. Where can I post my work?
Post where and how you want. You don’t have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.
Q. Can I start posting early?
You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.
Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?
Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.
Q. Is co-writing allowed?
Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you.
Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?
One continuous story is fine. The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)
Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?
There is no limit.
Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?
No limit and combine as many as you’d like.
Q. Is a hc/angst/emotional whump focus ok?
Of course! We are not going to establish a threshold for whumpiness. If you think it’s whumpy enough, then it’s whumpy enough. It can be physical, psychological, emotional, or any combination of the three.
Q. What’s considered nsfw?
See this post
Q. What is whump?
Typically the genre includes situations where a fictional character is hurt, be it emotionally, psychologically, or physically. Fanlore provides information here.
Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn’t whumpy at all, does that count?
If you don’t think your interpretation is whumpy, then it doesn’t count for Whumptober. Remember that whump comes in many forms, though, and that we don’t have a whump-checker or a threshold for how much whump needs to be included. If you think your interpretation contains enough whump to count, then it does.
Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?
Absolutely! That’s why we post the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start creating early!
Q. How do I tag triggers?
tw at the end of the word, ex. #gore tw
Q. Do I have to use your tags?
Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.
Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?
Yes
Q. Can we @ you?
Yes but we mostly rely on the #whumptober2023 tag.
Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?
There are no rules, but please make sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies for whatever site you use).
Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?
Here on Discord or come into our ask box.
Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?
Yes, but as with everything else, use clear and descriptive tags.
Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?
Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.
Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).
Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!
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Breaking In
Summary: What would you do if a masked man broke into your house?
WC: 4.3K
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), CNC, used he/him/his a lot since eddie is “mysterious”, mask kink, knife kink, blood kink, pain kink, slight humiliation kink, dacryphillia, reader having arms tied, a lot of hair pulling, degradation, teasing, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), choking, face fucking, gagging, cum play??, name calling, pet names, spanking (use of belt), slapping (face, tits), spit as lube, unprotected p in v sex, p in a, orgasm denial
an: huge shoutout to @corrodedcorpses, @bimbobaggins69, @trashmouth-richie, and all the discord servers for the help with this fic! truly don’t think i could’ve gotten it done without any of yall <3
You felt him press against your backside as he trapped you between his hard body and the wall. "P-please… I’ll do anything."
He darkly chuckles as the mask presses against you, his breathing amplified. "Anything? It’s like you read my mind.” The cold blade of a knife trailed up your thigh, a gasp leaving your lips, stopping right at the edge of your shamefully soaked panties. “I love a girl who gives up so easily."
His cock tightened in his pants even more at how vulnerable you were already being for him. He was going to have so much fun playing with you, he knows you’ll beg for him.
“I-,“ you choke on your words as you feel his hard cock throb between your ass cheeks. He was pressed so tightly against you that you could feel every part of him, and you couldn’t deny the need that ran through your veins.
The masked man had busted through your front door minutes ago, chasing you throughout your house before cornering you. It all happened so quickly that it took a moment to process things.
You immediately pleaded with him, begging him to take what he wanted and go. But what he wanted was you.
He had tied your hands behind your back as he ghosted his calloused fingers over your body. And his voice, he had whispered so many things to you in such little time. He had many plans for you.
“What was that?” He slammed your head against the wall hard enough that you winced. “You’ve gotta have some words in that pretty little head of yours. I haven’t fucked you dumb… yet.”
You shivered as chills ran down your spine, and goosebumps covered your arms. “Just- please don’t hurt me.”
“Hurt you?” He rested his masked cheek against yours, inhaling your sweet scent. “There’s always fun in a little pain,” the blade dug into your skin enough to cut you a little, causing you to whine. “I bet your cunt is throbbing.”
It’s a shame that he was right. Feeling the pain of it all did make your cunt throb in such a blissful way. Your face was heating up in embarrassment.
In one swift motion, you were turned around and pushed to your knees, now eye level with the growing tent in the man’s pants. “Well, it’s not gonna suck itself.”
You gulped as he palmed himself. The heat radiated off his body, you could feel it engulf you. You could tell that he was big when he was pressed up against you, but seeing it more up close, you weren’t sure how it was going to fit.
Hands grabbed your hair from the roots and angled your head back. You couldn’t see the man’s face, but you somehow knew that his eyes were dark with lust. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we can make it fit nice and perfect in your mouth.”
The man pulled your head so it rested against his upper thigh, his cock throbbing under the confines of his pants. You licked over his clothed cock, where the wet spot was forming from all the leaking precum. Your lips closed as much as it could around what you assumed was the tip, suckling on it.
A groan reverberated from his chest, and his head fell back as you took him by surprise. The warmth of your mouth over his hard cock had him bucking his hips. “You’re a desperate slut, aren’t you?”
He reached down and undid his zipper, pulling out his cock and slapping it against your cheek. “Let’s see you try and take the whole thing in your mouth.”
You whimper as the precum dribbled from the slit and over his knuckles as he pumped his cock. It made your mouth water with an urgent type of neediness.
“I don’t have the fucking patience for waiting.” He guided his cock to your lips, smearing precum over them. “Now, open that pretty mouth so I can fuck it.”
Without even a second thought, you obediently opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. Once, twice, he tapped it against your wet muscle before sliding it fully in, resting at the back of your throat. He was right about having no patience.
“Jesus- c’mon, you can do it.”
His cock hit the back of your throat with each thrust of his hips. The mask did little to conceal his loud groans as you swallowed around him. “Knew I had to fuck this mouth as soon as I saw you. Ah shit- knew you’d be such a good girl and take it too.”
Tears began to fall down your cheeks as he held your head still, his cock sliding in and out of the back of your throat that you barely had time to breathe. You could feel your lungs burn with the need for oxygen.
He gnawed at the inside of his cheek the further you took him into your mouth. In all honesty, he could blow his load right now, but he had to hold it at bay to make this night last.
You tried to rip out of the restraints he had your arms in, but the rope he brought was too strong. It kept you in a docile, just how he wanted you to be for him.
“Awe, are you crying?” He swiped a few tears away as he pushed his cock further down. It was so far down your throat that your nose was in the thick patch of hair at the base of it, and his balls pressed wetly against your chin. “It’s a good thing I like criers then, isn’t it?”
He pulled you off his cock, strings of saliva connecting the two of you. “Do you like having your face fucked?”
You looked up at him with big doe eyes, makeup smeared along with your tears, and your lips swollen from being used. No words found their way out of your open mouth.
Slap! A ringed hand came in contact with your cheek, a pathetic, high pitched moan to escape your throat. “Oh, fuck,” He laughed at you as your face heated up in embarrassment. “You really do like pain. What a dirty fucking whore. Now answer the question.”
“Yes…” Your voice was meek, quiet. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you are.
He pushed your head further down and ran the velvety skin of his heavy sack across your lips. “Be a good slut and suck my balls, yeah?”
Your tongue rolled against them, massaging them before suckling on them. You couldn’t help but to moan at the feeling of them.
Above you, the man grabbed his cock, stroking in slow pumps and smearing some of the precum across your forehead. “Should I make a mess on your face? Paint you a pretty little picture.”
His balls fell from your mouth as you went to shake your head, but a slap left your face stinging in pain mixed with pleasure.
A whine left the back of your throat, causing him to chuckle at how much of a pain slut you really are. That’s information he’d use later.
“Did I tell you to stop? Put them back in your mouth.”
You let out a huff, pouting out your lips. “And if I don’t want to?”
Another slap, and he was yanking your head back to his cock, waiting for you to get back to sucking, moaning the second your tongue licked at the leaky slit.
You couldn’t not obey him, not when his cock was throbbing hard in front of your face, the tip red and angry.
“See? It’s not that hard to be a good, useful slut for me. I bet you like this too, huh? Being used like a stupid toy.”
Your cunt throbbed between your legs, silently begging for some attention. How could you be enjoying this? This man broke in, was claiming your body as his to use, but your body wanted it- craved it even. God, you were disgusting.
“Wrap your lips around it,” he guided your head up and down his cock, the vein on the underside gliding easily across your tongue.
“Tell me you love having my cock in your mouth. Fucking. Tell. Me.” He enunciated each word with his cock thrusting down your throat.
You tried, as much as you could, to talk around his cock. It caused more drool to drip from your mouth, down your chin, and across the peaks of your tits that spilled over the top of your dress.
“Can’t talk?” He ran a thumb over one of your hollowed cheeks, feeling his cock rest in your mouth. “Is your mouth too full? Too busy getting me off?” He was mocking your struggles, fake sympathy lacing his voice.
He held your head still, thrusting quickly into the back of your throat. The loud, wet gawk, gawk, gawk sounds of your gagging echoed off the walls. As embarrassing as the sound was, it made your cunt become more slick, your panties becoming more wet the more you heard yourself taking every inch of his cock.
A string of curse words slipped past his lips as your throat constricted around his massive cock. He swore he could’ve cum from that sight alone, the days leftover makeup running down your face, lips swollen and red, eyes glassy from all the tears you had been crying. You were the most perfect site he had ever seen.
Between you swallowing around his cock and the warmth of your mouth, the man standing became closer and closer to cumming. And you could tell it by the twitch of his cock and see it in his stomach muscles tightening under his shirt. “Y-you better- fuck yes- swallow my cum.”
One hard thrust and a loud groan later and his body was shaking, cum shooting onto your tongue. Some of it dribbled out of the sides of your mouth, making you more of a mess.
“My fucking god! You taste that? You taste what your mouth did?” He pulled his cock out, his cum and your spit stringing from it. “Show me your tongue.”
Instead of obeying this time, you spit all the cum that didn’t shoot down your throat, right onto the toe of his black boot. You made sure to look at the eye holes of the mask as you did it.
You yelped in pain as he pulled your head back, but you still had a proud smirk on your face. “Oops?”
“Oops?” He voiced boomed, and he pushed your head down until your face was mere inches from his boot, his cum shining from the moonlight that peeked through your curtains. “Lick it up.”
You hesitated, barely sticking your tongue out.
He lifted his foot, the toe of the boot now pressed to your lips. “Did I fucking stutter? Lick up my fucking cum.”
The roughness of his voice has goosebumps forming over your skin. You were scared and horny, adrenaline pumping through your veins.
You slowly licked up the mess you made, making a show of it. The salty taste lingered on your tongue until you finally swallowed, showing him that you finally did, in fact swallow.
“It’s not as funny when you have to lick my boot like some sort of pup, is it?” He pulled you to your feet and dragged you over to the couch, throwing you face down. “But it will be funny for me when you’re begging to cum on my cock, and I don’t let you.”
Your panties were pulled to the side, and your ass cheeks were spread apart as he looked at both holes that were displayed for him, deciding which one to use first.
He breathlessly sighed as his thumbs pulled your pussy lips apart, slick stringing between them. His tongue wet his lips, a hunger for your taste growing inside him.
He slowly dragged his thumb up and down your slit, collecting your slick, and caught your clit with the pad of his finger. You were dripping, and his eyes couldn’t leave where you clenched around nothing, a silent plea to be filled with whatever he was willing to give you.
“You didn’t want this in the beginning, and now look,” his finger dipped in your cunt for a second, getting it nice and covered before pulling it out. He brought it to his mouth and loudly sucked on it, pulling it out with a soft pop! “You’re making a mess for it.”
The whines that fell from your mouth were loud. You wanted to speak, beg him to give you more, but all the words came out jumbled together. Your mind was already foggy from all the teasing. “I- yes- need it!” You could barely form a small sentence.
“God, you’re fucking gross for this.” He trails his gloved finger over your cunt and up to your puckered ass as he slowly rubs over the rim, “can’t wait to feel both of these holes as they squeeze my cock.”
You heard the jingle of his belt as he pulled it through his belt loops. The hairs on your body stood up in anticipation for what was to come next. Suddenly, your mouth was dry as you tried to beg him.
In one swift motion, his leather belt came down hard on your ass. Spank! “Tell me.” Spank! “Tell me that’s what you wanted.” Spank! “Tell me that you’re nothing but a filthy slut who likes to be fucked by a masked stranger.”
You cried out, heat rising to your skin.
Each spank, no matter how painful, made your clit throb harder. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as gloved hands rubbed over the tender, almost raw skin of your ass, soothing you.
“I-I’m a filthy slut…,” your tongue rolled from your mouth and over your lips, trying to make your voice not so shaky.
“And?” He waited for you to continue, his palm roughly rubbing over the welts forming from the belting.
“Who likes to be fucked by a masked stranger- oh my god.”
Two fingers quickly sunk into the wet heat of your cunt, down to the knuckles. They expertly pumped in and out at a slow pace, but it was enough to have you whimper into a pillow. “You’re making such a mess on my gloves, tsk, tsk.”
You let out a breathless sigh as he slid in two more fingers, scissoring you open. “Fuuuck.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He felt you clench around his fingers and quickly pulled them out. “Oh no, no. I can’t give in that easily, can I?”
You tried to turn your head around to look at him, but he forced your face down. “Keep your head forward, got it?”
He lifted up his mask just enough for his mouth to be free, kissing over the globe over your marked up ass. You rocked your hips back and forth, his lips comforting the sting that was still there.
You could hear him inhale deeply. The sweet smell of your arousal had his cock twitching and leaking. He’s never smelled something so enticing.
“Needy little thing.” He mumbled against your skin as his lips ghosted over your puckered ass.
His tongue licked over it, the two of you moaning in unison. He moaned from the taste, and you moaned at the feeling of the feather-like touches.
“More,” you pushed your ass closer to his face. “Pretty please.”
He finally gave in, diving into your ass like it was his last meal. His tongue licked over your hole, getting it nice and wet before sliding it inside you. You clenched around his tongue, moaning loudly as he pumped it in and out.
“Holy shit-,” your legs shook as his tongue opened you up more.
He pulled back, a glob of spit fell onto the small gape that his tongue left. His thumb slides in with ease, another finger sliding in right behind it. “Look at that,” he pumped them slowly, his eyes never leaving the filled hole. “You like your ass being played with?”
You nodded your head repeatedly, moans leaving your open mouth. “I- I love it!”
He kept his fingers deep inside your ass, his lips coming down to wrap around your throbbing, sensitive clit. His groans vibrated against you, your back arching.
Sweat covered your body as he added a third finger to your ass, stretching your hole wide open so it could fit his thick cock.
His tongue swirled around your clit before licking up to your entrance, teasing it before slowly sliding it in. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, your back arching. You felt so full, and his cock wasn’t even inside you yet.
“Taste so damn good,” he spit on your cunt, rubbing it in with his fingers. “Just like fucking honey.”
“T-thank you.” You yelped when you felt his sharp teeth nibble on your clit. The pain makes you mumble out words and moan pathetically.
“My little pain slut.” For another time tonight, you felt the blade against your skin. This time the knife dug deeper than before.
You cried out in pleasure and pain as he carved his initials into your ass cheek, something to silently say that he owned you. He took his time, making sure that you felt every slide of the knife, the way it cut into you.
Blood trickled from your new branding, sliding down your ass. The droplets didn’t get far, though. The man’s tongue was right behind it, licking up all that had spilled.
Knowing that he was tasting you, your blood made the coil in your stomach almost snap.
You were so close to cumming, you just needed a little more. “Please let me cum!” You grind against his fingers, the coil in your stomach tightening quickly. “Please, please, please!”
And just as you were about to finally cum, he pulled away, leaving both your cunt and ass empty.
He pulled the mask down before turning your head to face him. “I said no cumming, remember?”
You whined loudly, your fingernails making crescent shaped moons into the palms of your hands as you squeezed them. This was torture. Your body craved an orgasm so bad that your cunt was started to ache, but before you could protest, you felt the cold blade against your skin again.
Gently, he slid the slightly bloodied knife under the waistband of your panties, quickly cutting through the fabric and ripping them from your body.
“These are mine now.” You watched as he stuck the soaked panties into his back pocket, a little souvenir from tonight.
“Now,” he grabbed his cock and ran it through your sticky folds. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re screaming so loud that maybe the neighbors get scared and call the cops.”
In a blink of an eye, his hips pressed against yours, and his cock was nestled deep inside your cunt.
“Jesus- fuck!” His hands squeezed your hips, your cunt already squeezing him perfectly. “Such a tight and warm cunt. I should’ve done this a lot sooner.”
Your face fell into the couch cushions as your body adjusted to the size. He filled you to the hilt, balls squished against your clit. “O-oh, you feel so good.”
He raked up your back, stopping at the base stopping of your skull to pull hard so your back arched. “I wanna hear you moan as you take every. fucking. inch.” He made sure to thrust with every word, his cock grazing your g-spot. It felt like the air was being punched from your lungs.
“Yes, sir!” You moaned as he slowly dragged his cock out of you, feeling every vein, every ridge as your cunt clenched tightly around him. “Y-yes sir!”
He looked down where you two were connected, his cock already covered in arousal. “I’ve barely even fucked you, and you’re already creamin’ on my dick.” He snapped his hips, jolting your body. “Dirty girl.”
Your mouth fell open as moans spilled from your throat. Each thrust, each groan, was making you fuck back against him. “Don’t hold back.” You turned your head, resting on the arm of the couch to look at the masked man. “I-I can take it.”
“Yeah?” He untied your arms and laughed as your sore muscles fell to your sides. His arms wrapped around your throat and pulled your body to him, your back now against his chest. “Can you take it?”
An animalistic growl traveled from his chest as you reached below you, your hands grabbing and lightly massaging his balls as he pumped his cock into you.
Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes locking with holes of the mask. “I know I can.”
He pushed your body flush against the couch again and fucked you like you’ve never been fucked before.
Your body jiggled, legs shook, and eyes squeezed shut. You felt high, like your body was full of euphoria, almost on the edge of delirium from how delicious his cock was sliding in and out of your cunt.
Lewd squelching sounds echoed off the walls, fueling him to fuck you harder, faster. It was to the point that you could barely moan anymore, only silent scream.
“You hear that?” He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, watching your cunt suck him in. “Hear that pretty pussy make those sounds for me?”
Fingers are quickly hooked in your mouth, opening wide open. Whines, moans, whimpers; all came from your mouth and mixed with the sounds of you being fucked. You still couldn’t catch your breath.
Drool dripped from your mouth as you tried to speak, trying to beg him more to let you cum. He knew what you were saying, though and could feel how badly you needed an orgasm in the squeeze of your cunt.
“No, no.” He pulled out with a huff, fingers also leaving your mouth. His breathing was labored, sweat beading on his forehead under the mask.
You were on the verge of tears from how badly you needed to cum. He wasn’t being fair.
“You poor thing.” The head of his cock teased your clit, chuckling as you reached back and tried to pull him closer to you. “Maybe next time I break into your house, I’ll let you cum.”
“Give it to me now,” you sniffled.
“Awe, that’s cute.” He rubbed up and down your back, stopping at your hips to grab them. “Now, turn the fuck over.”
You gasped as he flipped you over with ease, showing no signs of a struggle.
“I wanna see you fall apart for me as I stuff your ass full of my cock.” He grabs your legs from behind your knees, pushing your thighs towards your chest.
This new position has your ass up enough for your hole to be on display for him to take. You held onto the back of your legs so he could spit on your puckered hole, rubbing it with his thick fingers.
You looked down and watched him toy with you, take his time to make sure you were well lubed up. He was enjoying it, too, knowing that he was teasing you more and more.
“You’re a fucking creep.” Your head fell back against the couch when you felt the tip of his throbbing cock barely slide inside your tight ass. It was enough to have you already panting. “Oh!”
“Say that again, baby.” Slowly, he pushed his cock inside you, inch by inch until he was bottomed out. Your ass was so full of his cock that you couldn’t move, could barely breathe. “Jesus- it’s getting me off.”
The first thrust had you seeing stars behind your eyes, feeling him stretch you wide open made your toes curl. “R-right there, yes!”
He used the grip he had on your legs as leverage, pumping in and out of you slowly until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Barely fucked your ass, and you’re already whining like a pathetic slut.” He sped up with each word, the couch scraping against the hardwood floors below it.
Groans, whines, and skin slapping against skin quickly filled the room as the two of you etched closer and closer to cumming. Your legs shook in his hand as you brought your own down to rub over your cunt, thumb catching on the bundle of nerves that had your breath hitching.
“Hold it.” He let go of your legs, giving you time to wrap them around his waist. “Fucking. Hold. It.” Each word came with a sharp slap to your tits, the pleasurable pain coursing through your body and finding home in your used, dripping cunt.
“I- I can’t-“
“You can!” His grunts became louder, thrusts became sloppier. You knew he was close to cumming. You only hoped he would finally let you cum.
“That’s it- keep taking it just like that, baby.” One, two, three thrusts later and he was quickly pulling out, spilling all his cum on your pretty pink cunt. “G-god dammit!”
His cock twitched as he pumped it, making sure every drop landed on you. “That’s fucking it, all covered in my cum.”
Your cunt clenched as you felt his cum drip down your cunt and onto the couch below you, making a mess. “But I- I didn’t get to…”
“Told you it would be funny.” He sadistically chuckled as he quickly stuffed himself back into his jeans.
“You're an ass.” You sat up on your elbows, your body spent from all the fucking and teasing.
“Don’t worry,” he patted your cheek in a mocking manner before making his way to your busted front door. “I’ll be back.”
You were left shocked, cunt so sensitive from the need to cum.
It wasn’t until minutes later when the phone ringing pulled you from your daze. You stumbled as you went to grab it, your breath coming out in short pants. “Hello.”
“So,” Eddie spoke on the other line, a smirk so obvious in his tone. “How did I do, sweetheart?”
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saetoru is talking abt you on her private blog (@/clorindes) yuckkkkk
CW BULLYING, LITERALLY IMMATURE HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA, SUB POSTING.
hi nonnie, thank you for letting me know! since i’m leaving this blog & this platform for the foreseeable future i figured i might aswell get a few things off of my chest before i go. i apologise in advance for the vibes this post will probably bring, the discourse & the posts that will ofcourse follow, but i honestly i am not the first person to be targeted by this creator and i’m sure i won’t be the last considering the amount of creators that have been bullied off of this app by them.
first off i’ve had multiple blogs that would be considered bigger blogs such as @/hvnlydmn, @/atsymu + now this blog which is the biggest of all 3. i think there’s a sort of unspoken responsibility that comes with being a bigger blog which i know is no fun but it’s also because it can be super harmful on a site like this, when people weaponise their following.
on that note i’ll start this post by saying that i’ve known tee for probably around 3/4 years, maybe? we were mutuals on hvnlydmn & atsymu and we continued to talk on discord even when i was off of tumblr. i will honestly admit to this day i have never had a negative interaction with tee to my face and she was genuinely supportive of me during any discourse i was involved in. i am not some angel, i’ve had my fair share of crap on this app (of my own doing) but this post is not meant to come across like “oh she doesn’t like me so i’m calling her out” no. im sorry if this doesn’t line up with my brand and my ‘victim complex’ but i’m not gonna lie down and let someone on a power trip on a hobby app drag me through the mud.
first off i had began to get some off vibes from tee when i had started writing on garoujo, notably when i’d just hit my first milestone which was probably around 1k. during this i had decided to move my instagram theme from my main blog to my writing blog.
i’d noticed tee subposting (on main and on her personal blog which i followed at the time) about someone basically using the same theme as her, which after then clicking onto her blog i realised was an instagram theme. i didn’t think much of it, again me & tee were friends and she hadn’t came to me directly so ignored it. i was still a new blog and trying to solidly an aesthetic (before the beige lol) so i changed my theme / masterlists / layouts a lot.
a few more sub posts later i decided to message tee about it because with every thing i’d change / post on my blog, there always seemed to be another post. so i messaged her and got this response in: (i’ve blurred out my irl name btw) open up pics for convo!
so i let it slide, kept posting & that was that. probably a few days / a week later, tee had soft blocked me which then eventually led to me being hard blocked. i was upset ofcourse because i genuinely considered tee a good friend but i’ve always been a big advocate in controlling your space.
this was when, one of our mutuals in common (the first of many may i add) approached me on discord to say that just like now, i was being ripped to shreds on tee’s personal blog:
again i was notably upset about this because i was being accused of not only copying her theme but also her writing & masterlists, we did have a lot of mutuals in common so it was also upsetting knowing they would all be seeing these posts aswell. i allowed myself one sub post about “creating a narrative” because i was particularly frustrated but tee then also subposted about this, even though she had me blocked?
i would also like to say regarding our mutuals in common that this was not the first or last mutual to approach me regarding tee. i’ve had multiple people tell me that “they’re only mutuals with her because it would be more damaging not to be” “it’s easier to be on her side”. also i am not saying this is okay but i’ve had multiple of her current mutuals send me not only her posts, but screenshots of her private, personal instagram & also tell me about how all of them and their friends had a running joke / theory that tee made up her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) for attention.
regarding the accusations from tee i’d like to first comment on the instagram themes, again i had done an instagram theme on my main blog but it seemed to only be an issue when it was on my writing blog that was gaining traction. if the timing was off and it seemed like i copied her, i genuinely have nothing to say except it’s not the case— it’s instagram (which tee already admits she doesn’t own above) also the hanma writing? i’m still not 100% sure which drabbles she was referring to but i can only assume that 1. is when i posted a drabble about hanma fucking you outside of his subordinates house — this was a almost completely word by word rewrite of a suna drabble i done on my old blog @/atsymu i literally just changed the concept to fit tokyo revengers themes. i can post screenshots of this suna drabble also from my google docs dated February when i deactivated. the other one may have been some basic concept about him fucking you against the window.
she also mentions in the very first recent screenshot at the beginning of this post that i have apparently stolen concepts of fics / posts from her mutuals. what i want to say regarding this is, do you believe that i would have made it this far on stolen work? i don’t know any of the mutuals she’s referring to apart from 1 which i’ll get into. but every single accusation i’ve ever received has always come from someone associated or in contact with tee, she has always been at the root of it all but i have yet to receive a single anon or ask about me copying or taking inspiration from anyone’s work.
i know there was apparently a blog and an ex mutual of mine, who i had a lot of respect & time for who was under the impression i’d stolen their concept for this gojo fic. the whole premise of this fic is honestly not uncommon considering how many times people losing control of their techniques / powers / quirks during orgasm has been done in fanfiction. this concept was completely my own, i had originally posted shitposts about him losing control of his technique & also him putting you into a mating press / breeding before i’d decided to smoosh them together into a fic. we all read from the same workbook, we all have the same material to work off of — two people in a fanbase of THOUSANDS having a similar idea is not unheard of.
now onto the masterlist banners. the screenshot on the far left are the comparison photos that tee made herself— i’m sure you’ll be able to see them in better quality when she makes her own post about it; because obviously that’s going to come. first off i will say, i will admit i took inspiration from her official art masterlist banners — i thought hers looked good and i needed a masterlist so i used official art. fair game there although i only kept them for a few days before i changed again.
but onto the grey masterlist banners, i can honestly say i did not even know tee had this masterlist, also the only comparison i myself see is the colour. the only reason i chose grey was because i had started to use a grey / white overlay on my manga panels for my layout (as you can see far right), and as you know— i’ve always kept my colour scheme pretty consistent. on that note, regarding the actual layout of the masterlists— i’ve added screenshots from atsymu (that i could find due to it being deactivated) that shows the layout of my old masterlists, which was what i took inspiration from for my current. although the title font for each heading like headcanons is different, i had used the sort of old style, basic font that everyone uses before i had deactivated so it would match my fic headers i just don’t have photos obviously.
anyway on the back of this there was then discourse over me apparently copying tee’s kinktober masterlist, which again was not the case. but again due to tee’s following i had received multiple death threats into my asks the morning after i posted mine. as far as i was aware, the only similarities were the fact we both used gifs in our headers & the layout listing thirsts, hcs & fics (which is very common during kinktober but i admitted below i could see that similarity). unfortunately during all of this discourse was when ffflowers, my hate blog also came into the mix which then lead to tee reaching out to me in dm’s from her old blog.
the interaction between me & tee was pretty good, again she was nothing but nice to me directly despite the way she obviously spoke about me in private above. but as you can see below, tee herself told me that basically most of the similarities all made above were brushed off as basic. we spoke about the ig themes & i apologised, saying i could understand where she was coming from and that was that. i unblocked her & she unblocked me so i could reblog her post, it’s been that way since.
it is not my place to comment on other people’s experiences on this app but i would need more than 2 hands to list the amount of people that i’m sure have had similar if not worse experiences with tee. i know i have had multiple mutuals who have been bullied off of this platform & had their safe space ripped from them for little things such as: liking a character that this group selfship with, tee and her friends not liking their characterisation. they’ve even went as far as to go through other larger creators notes to check for minors so they can make excuses as to why they’re thriving.
i also know of a blog who was ‘blacklisted’ from tee & her mutuals as they self shipped with arataki itto at the time, one of tee’s friends also did, so they blacklisted this creator and had all of their mutuals block them for this which then in turn drove this creator off the app. there has been other notably bitchy things that i’ve heard but i have no receipts for therefore i don’t see any relevance in starting rumours.
i would also like to say i know plagiarism is a horrible thing, we have all been through it— myself included but it’s got to the point where being accused of copying tee has become a canon event. notably, bigger platforms have been ruined and driven off of this app for little things such as mdni dividers, similar colours schemes etc. and it’s the reason i’m also leaving.
i will say i have met some amazing people through my discourse with tee, notably people who have been in similar situations and i also apologise to any mutuals who we still have in common who are now sort of stuck inbetween. no hard feelings. although to tee: id be careful of the people you trust because it seems the loyalties they have to you are not as sincere as you may believe. you can also go to her personal & read the other things she was saying about me like how she was always so ? at how many people seemed to like me.
so that’s all i have to say, i’m sure dash will get a few responses from this but i’ll be logging out & turning off asks because honestly? couldnt care less. the only thing i’d change about my experience on this app would be i wish i’d blocked tee sooner.
i’d say have a nice day, but instead, have the day you deserve.
— emmie :)
#i apologise in advance to my mutuals & the innocents#i probably had more to say but yk i was rambling atp#anyways see u guys 🖤 love most of u !
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call me when you get this
Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington
Summary: Eddie and Steve are best friends, but even the best of friends have secrets.
WC: 3K
Warnings: Story told through voicemails, mild angst, coming out to each other, secret feelings, friends to lovers, kissing, swearing, light angst very brief, references to Robin and Gareth, drunk shenangians, idiots in love, set in 1991 but it doesn't matter too much, no mention of the Upside Down stuff
A/N: I have like three other WIP's happening and zero time but this idea was given to me by the beloved @tinytalkingtina in the discord and then I couldn't get it out of my head. Ao3 link here for those interested!
Tuesday, September 24th, 1991, 12:52am
GARETH hi yes I know it’s late but HAVE YOU LISTENED TO THE ALBUM YET? I need all of your thoughts immediately. Like, all of them. Every thought. Dude, my head is spinning. Ohhh, man. Kurt is a fuckin’ legend. Woooow. Okay, I could talk about this shit for like three hours but I don’t want to run out your tape so just call me back when you get this and then talk to me about it for three hours. Can I come over a little early tomorrow? Yeah, I’m gonna come over a little early tomorrow. Maybe a lot early. Alright, catch ya then.
Tuesday, September 24th, 1991, 3:40pm
Uhh, ha. Hey Steve. Thiiiis is Eddie, obviously. I, uh, I just realized I called you in the middle of the night last night on accident, and - uhh, sorry about that. It was just - ah, screw it. You know what I am. Byeeeeee-
Tuesday, September 24th, 1991, 7:30pm
“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”
Eds, how many times do I have to tell you to change your answering machine message? What if, like, the president calls? Okay, maybe not the president. But an employer or something. Or, like, what if you give the girl of your dreams your number and she calls you and hears THAT? Food for thought. Uhh, anyway, it’s fine. I wasn’t even home when you called me. Robin was, though, and so you’ll probably hear her wrath next time you come over for movie night. Good luck with that. Oh, wait. You’re at a show tonight, right? Damn. I swear I’ll make the next one. Okay, bye, dickhead.
Wednesday, September 25th, 1991, 1:12pm
“You have reached Steve Harrington. Figured I should say that in case whoever is calling me thinks they’re calling someone else. Anyway, I’m busy right now so I’ll call you back. Bye!”
Ha, ha. You are so funny, Harrington. You ever think about being a stand-up comedian? Jesus, and you say I’M the dramatic one. Uhh, the show last night went well, by the way. Not that you were THERE. Seriously, what kind of friend even are you? I’m hurt, Steve. I’m hurt. Anyway, see you tomorrow for movie night. I get to pick. It’s only fair, right?
Thursday, September 27th, 1991, 4pm
“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”
You’re not picking the goddamn movie. No way. Last time you did that we got scarred for life. Also, um. I can’t tell if you’re joking or not about me and your shows. I didn’t realize you - uhh, you’re probably joking. Forget I said anything, and see you tonight. I’m at work right now, so I’m gonna rent some backup options just in case.
Sunday, September 30th, 1991, 2pm
“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”
Dustin says you were being a total dick last night. Good. That shrimp deserves to be humbled every once in a while. Your answering machine message still sucks, by the way, and yeah I’m gonna tell you every time.
Monday, October 1st, 1991, 3:21pm
“Hey, this is Steve.”
“And Robin!”
“And you’ve somehow managed to call us when neither of us are here.”
“We are probably together.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Or we just don’t want to talk to you.”
“Oh, that too.”
“Either way, leave a message and we’ll get back to you later!”
“Probably.”
“Probably!”
Steve. My guy. I can’t believe you make fun of me for my bullshit message all the time and now you’ve created and advertised THAT abomination?? I’m - wow. I forgot why I even called.
Monday, October 1st, 1991, 3:23pm
“Hey, this is Steve.”
“And Robin!”
“And you’ve somehow managed to call us when neither of us are here.”
“We are probably together.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Or we just don’t want to talk to you.”
“Oh, that too.”
“Either way, leave a message and we’ll get back to you later!”
“Probably.”
“Probably!”
Okay, I remember now. I know you said you have that date tomorrow with Heidi or Melissa or Samantha or whoever is currently obsessed with you, but I really do want you at the show if you can make it. You can bring her, if you want. Actually, it might be a good test. If she hates metal, she fails. I only want the best suitors for you, Steve Harrington. Be there or I’ll be REALLY annoying about it forever.
Tuesday, October 2nd, 1991, 11:45pm
“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”
Hey, it’s Steve. So, uh - I saw your show tonight. You’re probably not home yet, but I don’t know where you are. Cuz like, I tried to find you after your set but you disappeared. I hope everything’s okay. You sounded great, by the way. I mean, you all did. Remember me when you’re playing at the Garden? Oh also, I heard like three women talk about how badly they wanted you, so…I dunno, just figured you’d like to hear that. Hey, maybe you got with one of them and that’s why you’re not answering. In that case, hope you’re having fun? Okay, now it’s weird. Bye, Eds.
Wednesday, October 3rd, 12:54am
“Hey, this is Steve.”
“And Robin!”
“And you’ve somehow managed to call us when neither of us are here.”
“We are probably together.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Or we just don’t want to talk to you.”
“Oh, that too.”
“Either way, leave a message and we’ll get back to you later!”
“Probably.”
“Probably!”
Steeeeeeeeeeeve. You absolute buffoon. You beautiful, oblivious man. Why’dya think I wanted you there’so badly t’night, Steve? T’wasn’t for the girls. Ha, girls. Yeah, okay. I may have had several alcoholic beverages, Steve-o, but you’re still the dumbass. Cuz you’d have to be an absolute idiot t’think I have any interest in those women. ‘Specially yours. Your women, I mean. Sandyyyyy. Ugh, she was perfect for you, Harrington. Juuuust perfect. So perfect I didn’t wanna stick around to see any more of it. I hope you two have beautiful children. Name one after me, will you? Uhhhh I think I might puke. So, I’m gonna go, but - but do you get what I’m saying? Do you - do you get it? Tell me you get it. Steve, I - Oh, hey Gareth. Do you wanna talk to Steve? Wait why are you - Dude, I’m FINE. I’m handling it! Stop! Gareth, don’t hang up the phone, I haven’t -!
Wednesday, October 3nd, 1991, 9:05am
“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”
Dude, did you fucking break into our apartment last night? Robin and I came home this morning and found a broken lock and some shitty note we could barely read next to the answering machine, and - what the fuck, man? You wiped the damn thing clean. Just - call me back, okay? Jesus.
Wednesday, October 3nd, 1991, 11:36am
“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”
Eddie, come on. We really need to talk. I’m not - I’m not mad, honest to God. Call me back, as soon as you get this. Got it?
Thursday, October 4th, 1991, 3:47pm
“Hey, it’s Eddie. I proooobably won’t listen to whatever you’re about to say, but shoot your shot anyway.”
It’s movie night, but I’m assuming you won’t be here considering you’ve pulled your magic disappearing act. Thanks for that, by the way. You know you really piss me off sometimes? All the time, actually. I’m getting real tired of you constantly poking fun at me, and then you pull this breaking and entering shit and just take off? Just like that? We’ve been friends for years, Eds. You and me. But you never want to just be serious, not once in your goddamn life, and I’m over it. So, uh, thanks for that, I guess. I dunno what I did.
Sunday, October 7th, 1991, 1:12pm
Hi! You have reached Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley’s home. Leave a message at the beep!
Huh. You know what? I kind of miss the old message you had. Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m impossible to please, yada yada yada, and now I’m doing the avoiding with humor thing again. Shit. Uhh, hi. Listen, I’m sorry I disappeared off the face of the earth for a while. Really, really fucking sorry, if you can believe it. I was just, like, mad embarrassed, and I didn’t wanna - uh, can we meet up soon? Alone? Like, without Robin even? I know that’s - like, unheard of these days, but I figure maybe you’d make an exception for me. Or maybe you won’t. Just let me know, yeah?
Sunday, October 7th, 1991, 1:30pm
Hi! You have reached Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley’s home. Leave a message at the beep!
See, I would just hop on over to your place to talk but the thing is, I’m a total chickenshit and it’s not like I did super well the last time I showed up to your place unannounced, so…Uhh, while we’re on the subject, I’m sorry about your lock. If you haven’t replaced it yet, I will. I’ll at least pay you back. In my defense, that thing was like two seconds from falling off anyway. But still. Anyway, I know you always spend Sundays at home, soooo…hellooooo? Come on. At least pick up the phone and tell me to fuck off. I know you’re listening. At least - I hope you are, anyway. Just pick up, man. I - I really gotta talk to you.
Sunday, October 7th, 1991, 1:37pm
Hi! You have reached Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley’s home. Leave a message at the beep!
So, quick update, I called Henderson. He confirmed you are at home, which means you are DEFINITELY listening, and either you’re trying to punish me or a part of you still finds my piece of shit ass charming somehow. Look, I know I fucked up, but - but I can explain. Shit. I mean, I’m not good with words or anything and I’m a total asshole but I - just, please. Pick up. Pick uuuuup. Come on. Now you’re just being a dick. Ha. Figures, I’m apologizing and calling you a dick in the same message. Dude. Seriously. Your tape is gonna run out of space and then what? You stop hearing from me? I’ll find other ways to annoy you, promise. This is a threat. Steve. Steeeeve. Pick up pick up pick up pick upppp -
“Will you just shut the hell up already?”
Eddie dropped the phone and heard it clack against the floor. He would have recognized that voice anywhere.
He turned around and there he was.
“Steve, what are you -?”
“You would just be yapping on that damn answering machine my whole drive here,” Steve said with his hands on his hips. “I don’t know why I expected any less. And, thanks to you, we had all the space in the world for you to take up, so -”
“H-how did you get in here?” Eddie stuttered.
Steve rolled his eyes. “What? You think you’re the only one who’s not afraid of breaking and entering?”
They hadn’t seen each other in five days. Hadn’t even talked, aside from a few voicemails. And those never told the whole story.
“I’m sorry,” Eddie began.
“Yeah, you should be,” Steve replied, taking a step closer to Eddie in the kitchen.
Eddie winced, his heart racing a million miles a minute. He just had to get all of the words out, while he still could. While Steve was listening.
“I left you this really stupid voicemail,” Eddie explained. “That night, after the show. I was drunk off my ass, and - and Gareth told me I’d said shit I shouldn’t have said, and then I panicked, and the two of us went to your apartment and I - well, you know the rest.” He slumped down into the chair at the dining room table, putting his head in his hands. “Which is all just so dumb. And I didn’t wanna deal with the aftermath, so…”
“So you stopped talking to me?” Steve said, taking another step closer. “Because you thought that would be the straw that broke the camel’s back in our friendship?”
Eddie shook his head. “I dunno, I -”
“You’ve done some real weird shit over the years, Munson,” Steve continued. “Sneaking into my apartment doesn’t even make the top three.”
Eddie buried his face in his hair. No amount of boyish charm would get him out of this one. Jesus H. Christ.
He sighed. “Okay, so I overreacted, what else is new?”
“I heard the voicemail, dickhead.”
Eddie’s heart went from breakneck speeds to stopping entirely.
“What?”
Steve sat down in the other seat at the table. “I heard the voicemail. It was 1am, again, so yeah I was at home.”
“I thought you would have been with Sandy,” Eddie muttered.
Steve shook his head. “Nah, Sandy was - she’s great and all, but she isn’t - she’s not -”
“So you heard the voicemail, but you weren’t home when I showed up,” Eddie noted.
“Right,” Steve said. “Because I was headed to your place.”
“What?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I just - I didn’t understand why you never told me you were queer. Like, you know I don’t care about that. You know about Robin…”
As Steve talked, Eddie realized that Steve only heard half of what that voicemail was trying to express. So, it was time for Eddie Munson to face the music.
“I didn’t tell you I’m gay because I knew that once I did, you’d figure out the rest of it,” Eddie blurted out.
Steve furrowed his eyebrows. “The rest of it?”
Eddie groaned. “Oh, God. See, drunk me had the right idea saying this kind of shit over an answering machine. Christ, I’m so bad at this, but I’m just gonna say it, because if I don’t I think I’ll lose my shot with you and I - I can’t deal with that. So, here we go.” He squeezed his eyes shut and powered through. “Steve, I - ha, shit. I love you, dude. I’m - I’m IN love with you. I have been since, like, forever.” He opened his eyes, but kept them fixed on their feet against the linoleum kitchen floor. “Which is, uhh, a lot, I know. But it’s the truth. So if there’s any chance -”
“Oh, my God,” Steve interrupted. His voice wasn’t angry, or scared, or anything like that. It was soft and understanding.
“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Wait, what are you thinking?” He looked up to see Steve staring off into the distance before meeting his gaze.
“I’m thinking,” Steve replied. “That I owe Robin twenty bucks.”
Eddie cocked his head to the side and felt his heart skip back into rhythm. “You do?”
Steve nodded with a slight smile. At some point, his hand had ended up on Eddie’s knee. “Yeah, I didn’t believe her. Told her no way, not possible.”
Eddie didn’t know how to feel about this reaction. It wasn’t the worst possible response, but it certainly wasn’t Oh, Eddie! How I’ve longed for you all this time! Take me now!
A middleground, if you will.
“Oookay,” Eddie said. “Well, I don’t really know what to say now.”
“I’m queer too, ya know,” Steve continued.
"Wait, really?" Eddie balked. "Steve Harrington, ladies man?"
Steve chuckled. "Uh, yeah. Turns out, not so much," he said. "I feel like I’m pretty open about it. Guys, girls, whatever -”
“Yeah, but we all do that,” Eddie reasoned. “Me, you, and Robin all talking about how hot everyone is on our movie nights. It doesn’t prove anything.”
“Except that it totally does,” Steve countered. “Because, like, what do we all have in common?"
Eddie thought about it, and he didn’t have any other defenses.
“O-okay, so you’re queer too,” Eddie said. “And the other thing I said?”
Steve took a deep breath and looked Eddie directly in his frightened eyes.
“Eds, obviously I love you too,” Steve admitted at last. “Come on, seriously? After all I’ve put up with? I’ve been waiting around for like five days for you to call, like some lovesick puppy, and the moment I heard your voice I drove here instead of picking up the phone like a normal person. I’ve got it so bad for you that Robin is sick of it, and honestly, I’m sick of it too, because I hate having feelings. It blows, dude. I swear to God, if you try to bolt again when things get tough -”
Eddie lunged forward and cut Steve’s words off with a kiss. Their first kiss, even if it didn’t feel that way. Eddie had cupped Steve’s cheek in the past while he teased him. Steve had curled his fingers in Eddie’s hair in the past the night Robin taught him how to braid. Eddie and Steve had all kinds of physical contact in various ways over the years, and it was as if all of that was just practice for this.
Eddie broke away from Steve’s lips purely out of necessity, because he needed to catch his breath. “Okay, woah,” he said.
“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “Woah.”
Everything changed after that. But also, nothing changed at all.
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Tuesday, October 16th, 1991, 4:12pm
“Hey, this is Eddie Munson’s phone. Leave a message and I’ll call ya back.”
Hi, Eds. Okay, I was wrong. This new message you have is, like, super boring. Anyway, I’ll see you at the show tonight, Rockstar. Love you.
xx
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Kenma gets a gamer girlfriend <3 (31st July 2024)
Kenma Kozume x Reader
Prompt! Kenma who has an obvious crush on his fellow classmate who has a gentle personality. Once he gets to know her, he realises she does indeed have a more intense side.
Kenma Kozume had always preferred the quiet company of his video games over the bustling chatter of his classmates. However, there was one person who managed to divert his attention from the screen—a girl in his class who was both cute and mysterious. She rarely spoke, always keeping to herself, and that intrigued Kenma more than he cared to admit.
For weeks, he admired her from afar, sneaking glances during class and wondering what kind of person she was. Her name was Y/N, and she seemed to float through school like a ghost, leaving Kenma with a growing curiosity.
One afternoon, as Kenma and his best friend Kuroo Tetsurou sat on a bench during lunch, Kenma's eyes once again drifted towards Y/N, who was sitting under a tree, reading a book. Kuroo, ever observant, followed Kenma’s gaze and smirked.
“You’ve been staring at her for weeks, Kenma. When are you going to talk to her?”
Kenma blushed, tearing his eyes away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Kuroo rolled his eyes. “Come on, man. You like her, don’t you?”
Kenma sighed, knowing it was pointless to deny it. “Yeah, I guess I do. But she’s… she’s different. I don’t know how to approach her.”
Kuroo’s smirk widened. “That’s why you’ve got me.” He stood up, grabbing Kenma by the arm. “Come on. Let’s go talk to her.”
“Kuroo, wait!” Kenma protested, but Kuroo was already dragging him across the campus.
As they approached Y/N, Kuroo called out, “Hey there! Mind if we join you?”
Y/N looked up, slightly startled, but she nodded. “Sure.”
Kuroo plopped down on the grass, pulling Kenma with him. “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, and this is Kenma Kozume. He’s in your class.”
Y/N smiled softly. “I know. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you.”
Kenma managed a shy smile. “Hi.”
Kuroo nudged Kenma with his elbow. “Kenma here was just wondering if you’re into any games.”
Y/N’s eyes lit up with interest. “Actually, I am. I play a lot of different games. Do you play too, Kenma?”
Kenma’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, I do. What games do you play?”
“A bit of everything, but I’ve been really into Valorant lately,” Y/N said, her smile growing.
Kenma’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? I play Valorant too.”
Y/N’s smile turned into a grin. “Maybe we could play together sometime?”
Kenma felt his cheeks heat up, with his newfound yet hesitant confidence he decided to take the shot. “That would be great. Do you have Discord? We can exchange usernames and play tonight.”
Y/N nodded, pulling out her phone. “Sure. Here’s mine.”
Kenma fumbled for his phone, quickly adding her on Discord. As they exchanged usernames, he felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was really happening.
As they said their goodbyes Kuroo slaps a hand on Kenma’s back. “Way to go kenma!” he smirks. Kenma just ignored him as usual.
That night, Kenma sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen, waiting for Y/N to come online. He was so nervous that she would ghost him or forget. Maybe he was overthinking it but he couldn’t help it. When her username finally popped up, he felt a surge of anticipation.
He clicked on her name and sent a message: “Hey, ready to play?”
Her response was almost immediate: “Yep! Let’s do this.”
They joined a voice chat, and Kenma’s heart pounded as he heard her voice through his headphones. “Hey, Kenma.”
“Hi, Y/N,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
They launched Valorant and joined a game. At first, Y/N’s voice was calm and collected, much like her demeanor at school.
“Hey I hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna instalock Reyna.” She said in her gentle voice. “That’s fine with me, I can play Sage or Omen.” Kenma responded with his signature soft spoken voice.
But as the game progressed, Kenma began to see a different side of her. She was incredibly skilled, her movements precise and strategic. And when she spoke in team chat, her quiet exterior melted away, revealing a fiery and competitive spirit.
“Get on site!” she commanded, her voice filled with intensity. “Cover me, I’m planting the spike.”
At some point she started insulting the bottom frags. Which he found hot.
Kenma was taken aback by her sudden aggression but found it strangely captivating. She wasn’t just good; she was amazing. Her calm demeanor at school had given no hint of this fierce competitor lurking beneath the surface.
As the game continued, Kenma found himself drawn deeper into their teamwork. Y/N’s commands were sharp and effective, and he followed her lead without question. They dominated the match, and by the end, their team had secured a decisive victory.
“GG EZ, well played,” Y/N said, her voice returning to its usual calm tone.
Kenma couldn’t hide his admiration. “You’re really good, Y/N.”
She laughed softly. “Thanks, Kenma. You’re not bad yourself. I had a lot of fun.”
“Me too,” Kenma said, a smile spreading across his face.
After logging off, Kenma lay in bed, replaying the evening’s events in his mind. He had always admired Y/N from afar, but now, after seeing her in action, he felt something deeper. Her mysterious allure, combined with her fierce gaming skills, had captivated him completely.
The next day at school, Kenma spotted Y/N in the hallway. Gathering his courage, he walked up to her. “Hey, Y/N.”
She turned, her smile lighting up her face. “Hey, Kenma. Ready for another game tonight?”
Kenma’s heart raced. “Definitely.”
As they walked to class together, Kenma realized that his admiration had blossomed into something more. And for the first time, he felt like he had a real chance to get to know the mysterious girl who had captured his heart.
Over the next few weeks, Kenma and Y/N spent countless hours talking and playing games together. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, and eventually, they transitioned from friends to something more. Kenma had never felt this way about anyone before, and Y/N's presence brought a new warmth to his life.
One evening, as they were wrapping up a gaming session, Kenma had an idea. "Hey, Y/N, what do you think about playing with some of my friends next time?"
Y/N smiled through the voice chat. "Sure, that sounds fun. Who do you have in mind?"
"Just a couple of guys from the volleyball team. Kuroo and Bokuto," Kenma replied. "They’re pretty good at games, but I think they'll be in for a surprise."
Y/N chuckled. "I’m looking forward to it."
The next day, Kenma met up with Kuroo and Bokuto. Akaashi was there too but he didn’t say much. They were having a game of volleyball at kuroo’s backyard. With a slight grin on his face. "Hey, you guys up for a game of Valorant tonight?"
Kuroo raised an eyebrow. "Sure, but why the sudden invite?"
Kenma shrugged, trying to appear casual. "I thought it’d be fun to play with my girlfriend."
Bokuto's eyes widened. "Girlfriend? You have a girlfriend?"
Kenma nodded. "Yeah. We’ve been playing together for a while now. Her name’s Y/N."
Kuroo smirked. "Well, well, Kenma. Didn’t know you had it in you. Sure, we’ll play. But you know, we’re pretty good. Hope she can keep up."
Kenma’s grin widened. "Trust me, you two are the ones who’ll need to keep up."
That Evening Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, and Y/N joined the Valorant lobby. Kuroo and Bokuto exchanged greetings with Y/N, their tone friendly but skeptical.
“So, Y/N,” Kuroo said, “Kenma tells us you’re pretty good at this game.”
Y/N’s voice was calm and confident. “I do alright. Let’s see how we do as a team.”
As the game began, it didn’t take long for Kuroo and Bokuto to realize that Y/N was not just good—she was exceptional. She led the team with precision, her strategic calls and sharp shooting turning the tide of every round. Kenma supported her flawlessly, their teamwork a testament to the hours they had spent playing together.
“Nice shot, Y/N!” Bokuto exclaimed after she single-handedly took down three opponents. “You’re amazing!”
Kuroo, usually confident, was uncharacteristically quiet, his respect for Y/N growing with each headshot she landed. By the end of the match, Y/N was at the top of the scoreboard, Kenma second with Kuroo and Bokuto trailing behind.
As they exited the game, Kuroo let out a low whistle. “Kenma, you weren’t kidding. Y/N, you’re incredible.”
Bokuto chimed in, “Yeah, Kenma’s a lucky guy to have you as his teammate—and his girlfriend.”
Kenma felt a surge of pride and happiness. “Thanks, guys. I told you she was good.”
Y/N laughed softly. “It was fun playing with you all. Let’s do it again sometime.”
As they logged off, Kuroo and Bokuto couldn’t stop talking about Y/N’s skills. Kenma, content and happy, realized just how lucky he was—not just to have Y/N as a girlfriend, but also as a partner in gaming and in life.
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Dirty Work 20
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.
Characters: Loki
Note: weekends aren't for rest, they're for being sick and anxious so Monday will be a treat.
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As you enter, you try your best not to make too much noise. You set the bags down lightly and ease the inner door shut. You can hear your dad and the soft sound of puzzle pieces meeting the table.
“Ya know, thirty years almost, but I can see her just like yesterday,” he says.
Your heart clutches. You never heard him talk about your mom. When you were a kid and didn’t know better, he just ignored all your questions about her. When you got older, you stopped asking. You figured it’s easier for both of you to pretend she never was.
“I’m sorry, hon,” Leslie comforts, “you know, in my line of work, I’ve seen it over and over. It’s a wound you can’t heal.”
“Oh yeah,” he grits, “yeah, I’d say…”
You swallow and lean back on your foot, crinkling the bags behind you. You cringe as you hear sudden movement. You turn and work to slip off the white loafers. You pretend like you weren’t listening as Leslie’s shadow looms from the archway.
“You’re home,” she proclaims, “we didn’t think you’d be so early.”
“Me either,” you say as you face her.
Her lashes flick and her mouth opens, “oh my, you look so good! Weren’t you working today?”
“Uh, did some work,” you lie, “I got a few hours off so I… did some running around.”
“Oh, gosh, come on, you have to show your dad,” she takes you by the wrist and tugs you around, “Charles, look at your girl.”
She presents you with her hands on your shoulders. You can’t even look at your dad as the couch creaks and he grunts at your appearance. He snorts and pushes another piece into the puzzle.
“What am I looking at?” He sneers.
“Charles, don’t be like that. Look at her hair, and this dress,” she touches your hips, “must be a nice job, huh?”
“It’s alright,” you shimmy out of her grasp, “I just… needed something more presentable–”
“Something shorter,” your father scoffs, “so when she’s bending to tidy the floors you can see right up.”
“Charles, that’s gross,” Leslie reprimands.
“Truth can be like that,” he snickers, “think some man’s buying her fancy clothes so she can sweep? We both know how she pays for you.”
“No… it’s not…” you shrug and give up, “I’m gonna put my stuff away and start dinner. If you want, you can head off early too.”
“Oh, I don’t mind sticking around,” Leslie says as she once more sits beside your dad, “let me know if you need any help with dinner. Don’t wanna get anything on that nice little dress.”
You nod and hesitate. You can’t tell what she means by that. For as much as she can call out your father, she often speaks with an edge of her own. Just like the cigarettes, she must assume his insults are your fault.
You leave the room and grab the bags. You carry them up the stairs to your room. You shut the door and sit on the end of the bed. You bend and cradle your head, trying to set it straight after the dizzying day.
👠
The bus provides a momentary break from your hostile world. There is no safe place for you. Home is barely that and work is… confusing. Your only escape is to focus on your tasks and get through them. Get through Mr. Laufeyson’s list then come home and the chores left untouched.
Your look at the time on your phone and black the screen. You get a glimpse of your reflection off the glass as you do. You didn't do too bad with the makeup. It looks okay. You tried not to use too much as you recalled Eliana's instructions.
You shake off your doubts and airy feeling around your legs. You're not use to the skirt or the pretty fabrics. You feel overdressed and out-of-place, but the latter is so new to you.
Through the gate and along the edge of the drive, you hear your name flutter in the air. You stop short as you see Frigga strolling along the hedges, caressing the petals of a rose. She draws away and strides towards you, an ivory skirt paired with a golden brown blouse and nude heels.
“You do start early, don’t you?” She approaches and takes your hand, “come, let’s have tea.”
“Oh, uh, I…” you let her tug you along the walkway towards the front door, “the carpenter is coming today–”
“Ah yes, Loki mentioned you were working on restoring the gazebo. That’s lovely. We used to have tea there, me and… his wife. She was a laugh.”
“Mm,” you hum. Whoever this woman was, she must’ve been very special. You imagine a beautiful woman with silky hair and long legs like Frigga. She must’ve fit right in.
“I suppose if it was meant to be, it would be. I only hope my son can find happiness again,” she squeezes your hand before she lets you go.
She opens the door and waves you in ahead of her. You slip out of your flats much easier than your usual lace-up sneakers. She steps out of her heels and sighs.
“That’s his problem, you know? He’s lonely but too proud to admit it,” she sidles around you and leads you down to the kitchen. You follow and watch as she goes to the counter and pours from the waiting teapot. “Though I haven’t seen him today. I suppose he’s sleeping in, it is the weekend.”
You tilt your head but don’t comment. For as long as you’ve worked for him, not very long at all, he’s never slept past your arrival. Well, not so far as you know.
“I do love this skirt,” she comes back around the counter and touches the tweed, “wonderful pairing,” she touches the blouse with the petal shaped cutouts around the high-collar, “you’re learning.”
“Um, yeah, all the clothes are so pretty,” you say.
“Please, have your tea. I’m sure you have time before the carpenter,” she urges.
“Right, er, I’ll just take my bag upstairs first,” you say, “out of the way.”
“Sure,” she accepts with a kind smile, “how about I take this out to the patio, we can enjoy the sun?”
“Alright,” you agree and hike up your bag, “thank you.”
You quickly flit off and head upstairs. You weren’t expecting her to be there. You just hadn’t thought of it. You only dreaded facing your unbendable boss and his persistent stare.
You go into the library and tuck your bag under the writing desk. You double check the schedule in your phone; Ronan, 10. You have an hour before he arrives.
Your mind is already on the gazebo as you scurry back into the hall. As you shut the door gently, you hear a groan. You peer down towards the unusual noise and blink at the slightly ajar door. The main bedroom. Mr. Laufeyson’s. It rises again before a drawn out exhale, his timbre rumbling low.
You quickly set back to your path and flee downstairs. Maybe he’s talking in his sleep, or more likely, stretching out a few kinks. Your curiosity quickly dissipates as you pass through the dining room and out into the patio.
Frigga sits with large pointed sunglasses over her eyes. She tilts her face up to the sunlight as you sit before the other cup of tea. You pull it close and look out at the yard. A streak of green catches your gaze.
You watch the hummingbird hover over fuchsia petals. You stare dreamily, lulled by the peace of the moment as Frigga merely sips and basks. This isn’t so bad. The bird zips between flowers before disappearing behind a tree. In his stead, the skittish chipmunk scrambles along the railing of the patio. You smile at his fluffy tail.
“I’ll be off tomorrow,” Frigga states, “my husband will be expecting me. Oh, but I’ll miss you, darling.”
“Is it very far?” You wonder.
“Four or five hours,” she answers, “not very far but enough. It’s so lovely up where we are. I wish you could see. Perhaps one day. When things are better.”
Before you can answer, there’s a subtle click behind you.
“Morning,” Mr. Laufeyson’s voice is unleashed onto the scene as the patio door swings inward, “mother,” he pauses before he enunciates your name, “beautiful day out.”
Your shoulders stiffen and nearly touch your ears as you sit straight. He pulls out the chair at your other elbow and sets down another teacup with a clink. He sits and smooths back his dark hair, tucking the spiralled ends behind his ears.
“Late morning,” his mother remarks, “any tea left?”
“Some, shall I–”
He puts his hands flat, moving to stand but she shoos him as she’s quicker to rise, “I’ll get it myself. And you darling,” she dips her chin in your direction, “more?”
“Oh, no thanks, I’m still… working on mine. Thank you, Frigga,” you say, mindful of each syllable.
She leaves and the door clicks shut behind her. You stare at the brim of your cup, turning it slowly between your hands as Laufeyson raises his own to his lips. He drinks carefully before putting it down again.
He’s quiet. He shifts and plants an elbow on the table. He turns his attention to the yard and watches. You dare to look up as well, the chipmunk poking his head out from the bush where he hides. He ran away at Mr. Laufeyson’s arrival.
“Cute little fellow,” he remarks as he faces you again. You quickly lower your eyes.
“Uh, yeah…”
“Mmm,” he drones and taps his fingers on the porcelain teacup, “you… that’s a nice shirt.”
“Thanks,” you lift your cup and drain most of it, gulping painfully as you put it back down, “I should go start. Ronan will be here shortly–”
“The carpenter?”
“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, I have him penned in–” You explain.
“And? He is a carpenter, he knows what he’s doing. I doubt he needs you watching over his shoulder.”
“I know, uh, but I should be there to let him in,” you slide your cup off the table.
“You’re not even done your tea.”
“I’ll finish on my way in–”
“You’re avoiding me,” he accused and you wince.
“What?”
“You’re running away? Why?” He challenges.
“I’m not, I– I have work to do.”
“Work I give you. I’m your boss, you may sit and finish. I’ll permit it.”
You falter and set the cup on the table. You lower yourself back to the seat and fold your hands. You look at your lap and push your shoulders back. He is back to his haughty demands, you find that part of him easier to handle.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, I wasn't running away.”
He scoffs thinly and his nostrils flare as he stares off at the hedges that edge the patio, “I wonder why you can be so quick to flee me when you sat and let my brother feel you up.”
“Huh?” You blanch, stuck by the accusation. “Mr. Laufeyson, I–”
“I know him well and I’m not as blind as my mother. I saw it. You didn’t say a word. You just let him do it,” he clucks, “why?”
Your eyes round and you bat your lashes. You nearly choke, the acidic flavour of the tea drying on your tongue. Was it that bad? You tried not to think about it, to let it affect you, even as the memories flashed in your head, you just tried not to feel anything about it.
“I didn’t… well… he’s your brother, Mr. Laufeyson, I didn’t want to assume… to offend–” you stammer.
“So you let him do what he wants?” He snarlss as he turns his sights on you, a brow arch tritely. “You do not work for him, you work for me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do,” you sputter, confused by his anger. “I tried to…”
Your voice trails off. No, you didn’t try. You were too afraid too. He’s right, you let Thor keep touching you and you didn’t say anything, you didn’t move, you just froze up.
“It makes me wonder,” he cups his chin, leaning on his elbow, “how far would you let him get, hm?”
“Mr. Laufeyson,” you whimper, “I’m sorry–”
“Did you like how he touched you?”
“N-no, Mr. Laufeyson, no, of course not,” you plead.
“You do not want him to touch you?” He prompts.
“No, I… didn’t know how to say—”
“Shhh,” he hushes you, lifting his chin from his hand and pressing his finger to his lips. He pulls his hand away to point at you, “I’ve a better question…” He reaches towards you and you flinch. You quiver as he traces the cutout along the top of your blouse, “how far would you let me go?”
You squirm as he hooks his finger inside the teardrop window in the fabric. His fingertip brushes you as he gives a slight tug, looming closer as he draws you towards him. He smirks as you stare dumbfounded. What is he doing?
“My brother will not touch you again,” his voice is low and rocky, “I will make sure of it.” He tickles you slightly and rescinds his hand, “and you will make sure to remember who you belong to.”
He sits back and hooks his fingers in the handle of the porcelain mug. As if on cue, the french doors open behind you and Frigga trills as she emerges, “oh, just enough tea,” she announces, “I added a dash of honey this time.”
She places the cup by her empty chair but does not sit. She twirls and paces around the patio, going to the flower boxes along the rail. She leans in to examine them.
“Perhaps the carpenter could have a look here, it’s crooked,” she declares. “And I dare say the guest room has a loose floorboard right near the bed.”
“Mm, perhaps, mother,” Laufeyson drawls as he once more raises his cup, his eyes stuck on you, “my house manager will be sure to ask, won’t she?”
“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson,” you wisp out through your constricted throat, barely registering his command.
You can only hear his previous words echoing, over and over; remember who you belong to. Belong to… No, you only work for him.
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can you do Ben headcanons? ^_^ I loved your Toby ones(^^)
i might be out of touch with BEN !! but i’m gonna try to do my best STRAIGHTLY AVOIDING how he was in 2013 (a freak.)
BEN DROWNED HCS
GENERAL HCS:
Another firm belief he is just. Short. (no shade to my short kings, me too..)
5’1.
Cyberpunk style.
His voice sounds very glitchy and electronic.
Layered neck length hair.
Blonde obviously!
Also has Jeff cut his bangs, he likes the layers a lot.
He definitely uses the floating he has to make himself feel taller.
3 Piercings on his ears but nothing else.
Elf ears!!!
Loves Phonk music, Or anything with cool noises/Electronic sounds.
The Weeknd, Pastel Ghost, Blink182, Daft Punk, Crystal Castles, Laura Les, Odetari, Grimes, Machine Girl, 1nonly, Eternxlkz, SXID, NUEKI, Akiaura, Sidewalks and Skeletons, MGMT, S3RL, Grimes, Yeule fan!!
Definitely makes his own music
Only noises and sounds he does NOT want to sing ever he just likes the way music can make you feel.
Puts his music on soundcloud.
I know Jeff is in the comments saying “delete ts bro 🔥🔥.”
It’s actually really good.
LOVES Vintage video games but he’s also on overwatch 2, LOL, the finals, Roblox, DBD, Apex, PUBG, CSGO, Valorant, RS6 Siege, and Fortnite.
Yes he’s fucking GOATED at all of them.
Genuinely means it when he threatens to DOX people on any of them.
Very nerd behavior.
Stubborn and an Asshole.
Has multiple accounts on each of the multiplayer games just because it’s too much of a risk to gain popularity.
A lot of his rude traits are just from him having an ego over being good at games and getting compliments all the time.
NOTTT a pervert whatsoever.
This mfker is a gamer he is 100% awkward around anyone he finds attractive.
Mansplains video game lore if ANYONE gets the TINIEST fact wrong.
Tangents about LOZ, Mario, and Smash bros.
ROMANTIC HCS:
I’m so serious when I say he calls you his discord kitten.
Most of the time it’s ironic.
But it catches on so much he’s definitely just enjoying it.
Playing video games 80% of the time!!!
Builds you your own pc.
No console bullshit only the best for his partner.
Matching skins on EVERY GAME.
And matching users.
Definitely goes into vc to crash out if people are being dickheads to you, or if they’re trying to intervene and hit on you.
Going with the pc building he also makes your setup gorgeous, however you want it.
Usually I’m not keen on using this terminology but he is a SIMP bro.
Thinks you’re just so pretty. Anything you ask of him he will do it.
Head on your chest, just. staring at you for as long as you let him.
Loves to have his face held too.
Following you around anywhere, on his switch, Gameboy, DS, he just loves being around you.
Will explain any sort of lost media/video game if you ask him about it.
If you’re ever just on your computer or phone doing your own thing, he will either pop his head through to give you a kiss, or leave pop ups that says he loves you and he misses you.
Very clingy.
You need to hold him so much.
He’s not affection deprived especially because he gets that sort of platonic shit from Jeff.
But once BEN has a s/o he is just crazy in love with them.
100% calls you princess, baby, kitten, and doll face.
I noticed every time I write for someone i just instantly get a crush on them. it’s not good.
reblogs / follows / likes appreciated!!
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Im here from our convo on discord! Have fun, I can't wait!
Villain with water powers, gets upset over something and storms off, hero is worried about them and follows after but by the time they catch up villain is already chilling at the bottom of the pool and maybe hero can't swim or something so they can't get villain's attention or maybe they don't want to disturb them until they calm down so they decide to simply wait for them to come out. Villain emerges a while later to find hero had fallen asleep on the floor next to the pool while waiting for them and feels bad but also loses all anger villain had for them seeing how much hero cares so villain tucks them into bed.
Hi Crewe! Thank you so much for this request, the moment I read it I knew it was gonna be so much fun to write! Here you go, I hope you like it!
Calming Waters
The argument had been going on for some time.
“This is why we can’t have nice things!” Villain spat.
“What are you talking about!?” Hero countered, “I get hit one time and you’re calling it quits?”
“No, I’m calling it quits because you’re so reckless in everything you do, that I’m saving you more than I’m fighting you! I’m a villain! You see how that’s a problem, right!?”
“Villain-”
Villain held up a finger for silence, looking away from Hero in an attempt to collect themselves.
“No.” they said, “no more talking, no more arguing. I’m going to my quiet place, and you are not going to bother me.”
At that, Villain turned on their heel and stormed off. Hero bit their lip, debating whether to follow them. By the time they did decide to follow them, Villain was already at the bottom of their enormous pool- in the deep end no less, right where Hero couldn’t get to them. Hero’s ice powers made them particularly buoyant, to the point that if they tried to swim, they’d just float back up to the top. Convenient for a water-breathing Villain that wanted to be left alone.
So Hero did leave them alone. They sat on the ground for what felt like hours, the only sounds being the rustle of the trees and the steady stream of bubbles coming up from Villain’s spot on the pool floor. Occasionally, some birds would start chirping and a soothing summer breeze would blow by. All the quiet made Hero just want to close their eyes for a minute… yeah, just a minute…
…
Villain took a deep breath, then looked up to the surface. Judging by the orange light filtering through the water, the sun was starting to set. Hero had really riled them up this time. They were endearing, but so impulsive, always getting themselves into some kind of trouble that Villain inevitably had to get them out of. Why? Well, no one else was going to do it, and frankly, Villain cared about them, more than they wanted to admit. Villain took another deep breath and started to swim up to the surface, feeling much calmer now.
When their head broke above the surface, they were greeted by soft, gentle snores. Villain quietly climbed out of the pool and looked at Hero, their gaze softening at the sight. Hero had fallen asleep on the ground, half sitting up and half laying down. That couldn’t be comfortable. Villain tutted quietly, then used their powers to collect all the water that was clinging to them. They formed the droplets into a large ball and silently poured it back into the pool.
Villain picked Hero up in a bridal carry, and started to bring them inside the manor. Hero stirred a little in their sleep.
“Mm?”
“Shh,” Villain soothed, “go back to sleep.”
Hero didn’t need to be told twice. They settled back down into a peaceful slumber, just as Villain laid them down in their bed. They tucked them in under the covers, then tucked a strand of hair behind their ear. They drew the curtains shut and left the room, a bit of guilt bubbling up inside them, but it was accompanied by the warm feeling of affection. It was amazing what water could do.
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Part 1: Don't Be A Stranger
Masterlist - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7
But if (my) world was ending, you'd come over right?
(In which UCLA anon's roman empire became this writer's roman empire and we've finally reached the beginning)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst, Pining, Hurt/Comfort and a little bit of Fluff
Words: 8.4 K (other parts will be shorter....maybe)
TW: Swearing, Alcohol, Injuries, Alludes to Sexual Content
A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 Gonna keep this as short and sweet as possible but we've finally, finally gotten to the UCLA fic. A huge shout out to UCLA anon, because this is their master idea. Couple of things, I've never been to LA or UCLA and therefore some things are out of whack. The timeline is also a little out of whack but I swear I will try to keep it as consistent as possible. In the mean time, just ignore some of the inconsistencies pretty please. As always, feel free to let me know what's bad, what's good and what else you'd like to see. I hope y'all enjoy this first part and let's get another W today!
August 2021
where are you
i literally have to be at the airport in an hour paige where are you
dude
are you on your way?
you better be driving and that’s why you’re not answering
PAIGE
i’m sorry about last night i shouldn’t have said that
but you said a lot of shit too so call it even?
this isn’t funny where are you?
i have to leave in 15 mins
are you actually not coming?
wtf????
this is actually bullshit
get over yourself bueckers
wow
fuck you
just landed
thought you might like to know
sorry my plane didn’t crash i guess
September 2021
dude enough okay
can you just call me back??
i just wanna talk
i know you're mad i get it but i miss you
November 2021
hi i’mma be in dc over christmas
nvm
idk why i’m trying again
maybe i should block you
this is kinda pathetic of me what the fuck
December 2021
i thought i saw you today but idk
couldn’t have been you cause if it was
would you really not even say hi?
i’m done trying paige
merry christmas i guess
March 2022
i misz you
lyke a wot
love uuuuu pppppp
even if ur a bwtich
pkese pick up
ignore that
people drunk text exes apparently i drunk text you
wait
i don’t need to tell you that
you already ignore it all anyways
August 2022
i heard about the acl
i’m sorry
idk if it means anything, but if you wanna talk
nvm
***
September 2022
When the doorbell rings, on a quiet Thursday afternoon during a rare moment of alone time, Paige expects it to be a lot of people. One of her parents deciding that they actually weren’t going to leave her alone. Someone else in her family showing up out of the blue to provide comfort. Maybe one of her teammates popping up to keep her entertained. She even thinks it might be some random fan who got too invested and figured out the address for her air BnB. It’s the saddest testament to how broken they are, that the idea of it being Azzi Fudd standing outside her door, never once crosses her mind. But there she is, when Paige opens the door, dressed in ripped jean shorts and a light blue tank top, the girl that had been her best friend, and maybe a little bit more.
Silence stretches between them as Azzi fidgets with her hands and Paige continues to stoically stare at her. It’s been almost a year since they’ve seen each other, even longer since they’d last shared a happy smile. And you’d have to go back to before she’d told her about her future plans, to find the last time Azzi had properly looked Paige in the eyes.
“Hi,” Azzi says finally, mustering up a small smile. Paige doesn’t know if hearing that voice, soft and subdued but still so familiar, fixes a crack or breaks her heart even further. She wills herself to be polite in response, to match Azzi’s polite greeting with a greeting of her own. But there’s clear discord between her mouth and her head, because her words are harsh and hollowed.
“What are you doing here?”
Azzi swallows, smile disappearing as she immediately digs her fingernails into her palms and Paige feels the guilt settle into her stomach. It’s like the night before all over again. If she closes her eyes, Paige can still hear her voice loudly echoing in Azzi’s childhood bedroom. She can hear the angry words that she’d hurled at her best friend, each one like a well-aimed arrow piercing the other’s girl's heart and tearing into Paige’s own soul. Some would call what she’d done self-preservation. She’d call it her biggest mistake.
“I um-,” Azzi sucks in her bottom lip, “I was in the area and thought, maybe I’d check in.”
“How did you even know where I was?” Paige hates how cold and accusatory her voice sounds. It’s a version of herself she doesn’t quite know how to deal with, one that hasn’t ever appeared for anyone other than the girl in front of her, “I know I didn’t tell you.”
Any semblance of calm is gone from Azzi’s face, as she seems to realise that she’s not going to be getting any cordiality from her old friend.
“And we’re off to a great start,” she mutters under her breath before replying to Paige’s exact question, “no you didn’t. Your dad-”
“You talked to my dad?”
“Yeah. I mean you know Drew looks up to Jon and José so much and they still talk and stuff and he came over- Drew I mean- and then your dad was there and we just got to talking and you came up and yeah. He told me and well I live here, kinda, so I thought- well I thought maybe you’d like some company?”
As Azzi’s rambling explanation comes to an end, Paige doesn’t miss the tinge of hopefulness in her voice at the last bit. The younger girl shuffles her feet, as she stares at the blonde expectantly.
“I don’t-” Paige struggles to draw in a breath as the voices in her head argue, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Her words are met with silence as Azzi stares at her blankly.
“I- you,” she blinks rapidly, clearly at a loss for what to say at the blatant rejection, “I can’t come in?”
“It’s just- I’ve had a lot of people visit you know,” Paige bullshits, suddenly feeling very exhausted, “and my family were here a couple days and my friends are coming soon and-”
“And I’m neither of those things,” Azzi says, her tone low and breathy.
“That’s not what-”
“It is,” Azzi closes her eyes for a brief second, when she opens them, the flash of hurt in them feels like a dagger through Paige’s chest, “it is like that and it is what you meant and it’s- it’s fine.”
“Az-” Paige chokes out, feeling her lungs collapse when the other girl moves to leave, “please,” and she’s not even sure she’s asking for, but it’s not this. It’s never been this.
Azzi stops and when she turns back around, there’s a determined look on her face.
“I just-” she rubs her face, composing herself before focusing her eyes on Paige, “you’re the strongest person I know. And you’re going to come back from this, better than ever. I know it. The whole world knows it. Because you’re Paige Bueckers. You’re something else. You’re the hardest worker, you’re just- you’re the best.”
“You don’t-”
“Just- just let me finish okay and then, then I’ll go or whatever but Paige, you’re all of those things you know? Strong, brave, the best fucking player- but, it’s also okay if sometimes-, if sometimes you aren’t. It’s okay because this- this is hard, I know it is. So if sometimes you’re not strong or-, or brave- or not feeling like working hard- it’s okay. And if there are moments where you- where you want to give up, that’s okay too. It doesn’t make you- it doesn’t make you any less than what you are. It just makes you human, and it’s okay you know- to be human. It’s okay if- if you hurt and it’s okay if you’re not okay. It’s- it’s okay.”
The two girls stare at each other, eyes shining with tears, as Paige let’s Azzi’s words wash over her. She’s been told a lot of platitudes about her injury, from her coaches to her teammates to her family. And she knows she has plenty of people in her corner, who root for her and who genuinely do believe she’ll have the greatest comeback ever. But the motivational speeches get draining after a while and all she’s wanted to do for the last couple of weeks is wallow. Then she felt guilty about wallowing, that little voice in her head yelling at her to be productive and work on getting back to herself because that’s what everybody expected. Paige hadn’t even realised how badly she needed someone to give her permission to not be okay, not until the only person who’d ever known that part of her, had finally said the words she so desperately needed to hear.
The thing is, when she was younger, Paige used to keep everything bottled inside. She’d always been hyper aware of her privilege and her problems had always just seemed so insignificant in front of her parents’ or her friends. So she’d kept them to herself, trapping herself in a web of her own burdens that sometimes threatened to strangle her. And then she’d met a girl at a USA basketball camp when she was 15, a girl who had gently flicked her fingers and Paige’s walls had fallen like dominoes. She hadn’t even known she was drowning, until Azzi had shown up with a lifeboat.
“I just-,” Azzi breaks Paige out of her trance by breaking the eye contact between them, “I didn’t know if anybody had said that to you yet and I just- I wanted you to hear it.”
In the span of a minute, a thousand and one phrases take birth in Paige’s mind and then die on the tip of her tongue. She opens and closes her mouth, trying to express even one of the myriad of emotions that are swirling like a tornado in her brain. But nothing comes out except a litany of incomprehensible noises. And Azzi seems to find the wrong answer in the silence, giving the blonde a timid nod.
“Take care of yourself P,” her voice catches on the familiar nickname, as she shoots Paige a sad smile, before beginning to walk away. When Azzi chose UCLA, she’d lit Paige's heart on fire. So, Paige had drowned their friendship. And while all this time Azzi has struggled to breathe, Paige has burned but god, is she so fucking tired of it.
“Fuck, Azzi wait,” Paige curses, hobbling to catch up to the brunette, who stops with a sigh but doesn’t make a move to return. Stubborn as always, Paige thinks, continuing her way over. When she does catch up, she’s not fully sure what to say and so, “I uh- I’m out of milk.”
Azzi raises her eyebrows in question, crossing her arms protectively around her chest.
“I can’t drive,” Paige explains slowly, “or walk obviously.”
Realisation dawns on Azzi’s face, “you’re asking me to drive you to the grocery store?”
“I guess,” Paige shrugs, trying to be nonchalant.
“Seems like the kind of favour someone asks of their family, or their friends,” Azzi emphasises bitterly, never one to let go of an opportunity for sarcasm.
Paige flinches, “right, I kinda deserved that one.”
She gets a raised eyebrow in response that very much says “ya think?”
“I’m trying here,” she says quietly, and Azzi’s hard demeanour softens, “I’m raising a white flag Az, calling a truce or whatever but it kinda needs to go both ways.”
“What do you think me coming here was supposed to be?” the younger girl says exasperatedly, but she’s smiling again. It’s the third one Paige has gotten out of her today, and finally, she smiles back. They look a little foolish, standing in the apartment hallway, cheshire-cat-grinning at each other like idiots, but it feels like something has clicked into place again.
“I’ll go grab my wallet, you go heat up the car.”
“It’s like 110 degrees dude.”
“Bro shut up, you know what I mean,” Paige huffs and when it makes Azzi laugh, she feels like she’s floating. It’s not as if she hasn’t been happy in a year because won’t you look at that, her world did keep turning after that one decision. But this is different. She feels airy and light, like she could jump off a cliff and fly instead of fall.
“Well hurry up, I have things to do outside of just being your chauffeur.”
“Poor passenger princess, how the roles have reversed,” Paige mocks and it earns her an ever so familiar fond eye roll and for the first time in a year, she feels free.
***
When she gets downstairs, Azzi’s leaning against her car door, a pair of sunglasses shielding her eyes. The hot California sun shines brightly against her tan skin, and Paige’s heart stutters because fuck, Azzi is golden. She looks every bit reminiscent of the girl Paige still has memorised and yet, every bit the promise of a girl Paige wants to learn by heart.
“Nice car,” Paige smirks, alerting the younger girl of her presence.
“It does the job,” Azzi says, looking up with a smile of her own, opening the passenger door for Paige to get in, “not all of us are raking in NIL deals to get the big guns, but we make do.”
“Steph Curry brand ambassador say what now?” the blonde girl teases as she slides into the car. When she looks up, Azzi’s frozen in place, “what?”
“Nothing I just-” she’s wearing sunglasses, but Paige knows Azzi's trying to avert her gaze, “I’m kinda surprised you know that.”
It’s Paige’s turn to look away, their newfound comfort giving away to that old awkwardness, “I keep up with most basketball news.”
To Azzi’s credit she doesn’t push. Instead, she makes her way into the driver seat without another sound. She’s about to connect her phone to the aux but Paige beats her to it.
“Hey,” Azzi squeals, making grabby hands, “my car, my rules, my music.”
“Nuh-uh injury privileges,” Paige gloats, sticking out her tongue.
“That’s not a thing.”
“Is too.”
“Fine, we’ll listen to your crap music.”
“I resent that,” Paige retorts, as Drake blasts through the speakers. The sound of it makes Azzi groan, and she dramatically bangs her head against the steering wheel. Paige spends the rest of the car ride singing at the top of her lungs. Azzi spends the rest of the car ride alternating between shaking her head and joining in with the singing. It’s like they’re back in 2020 all over again, back before they found themselves in the whirlwind of life, back when they were just Paige and Azzi.
***
Their trip inside the grocery store takes less time than the ride to get there, even if Paige takes her time dilly-dallying in the dairy section, pretending she’s going to get anything other than just regular milk. She’s overly conscious of the fact that their time together might be coming to an end, that this time she might actually have to deal with saying goodbye. But she’s not ready to go back to missing Azzi just yet.
“Maybe you can show me your dorm,” she says quietly, once they're both back in the car, playing with the hem of her shirt. Beside her, Azzi draws in a sharp intake of breath, clearly not having expected Paige to want that of all things. In all honesty, the idea of stepping into the world that had stolen Azzi from her is not all that appealing to Paige but she wants to hold onto this moment just a little bit longer.
“You wanna see my dorm?”
“A chance to see how the non-blue blood peasants live? I’d never pass it up.”
“Non blue blood,” Azzi scoffs, "Ever heard of John Wooden?”
“I was talking about women’s basketball but yeah I have heard of him. I won the award last year. Over you,” Paige smirks, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Not everyone’s a phenom their freshman year,” Azzi retorts fondly, unable to mask the hint of pride in her voice.
“Well we’ll see this year-” Paige stops herself, cold seeping into her lungs, as she remembers why she’s in the stupid state of California in the first place. The lighthearted mood in the car goes tumbling out the window as her words hang like a dagger in the air.
“Paige,” Azzi whispers, trying to wrap that one syllable in comfort. She reaches out to touch the blonde’s shoulder but must think better of it because her hand hovers mid-air for a second, before she pulls it back. Paige is suddenly hyper aware of the fact they haven’t touched yet. It’s a reminder of the fact that whatever progress they’ve made today, there’s still so much they haven’t even begun to unpack.
“It’s fine,” Paige’s voice is steely, “just drive.”
Azzi opens and closes her mouth a couple of times, before simply nodding and starting the ignition. She’s clearly holding back and Paige doesn’t know how to feel about it. There’s a part of her that wants Azzi to push her to talk like she would before, but there's another part of her that knows this new rope they’re trying to string between them is fragile.
They ride in silence to Azzi’s apartment, both of them too caught up in their own thoughts to bother with music this time. As the UCLA campus nears, Paige can’t help but hate it just a little bit. She’s aware she’s being petty. Acting like Storrs, Connecticut is some hub of beauty is probably a stretch of the imagination for anyone but she’s determined to dislike this place out of principle.
“Hmm not too shabby but like where’s the fucking cows?” Paige jokes, as the car comes to a stop in front of Azzi’s apartment building. She steps out gingerly, pretending to inspect her surroundings, making tsk-tsk noises at the most random things.
“I’ve seen your apartment Bueckers, don’t even try,” Azzi retorts.
It shouldn’t surprise Paige to see one of Azzi’s teammates when they enter her living room. It’s just like UConn really in the sense that there’s always someone there when you walk in but something about seeing Charisma Osborne just chilling in Azzi’s space suddenly makes it more real that the younger girl is definitely a UCLA Bruin.
“Oh,” Charisma gives Paige a once-over, clearly not having expected to see her, “hi Paige.”
Paige waves, shuffling her weight on her crutches, unsure what to say. It’s not like she doesn’t know Charisma, they’ve literally won a gold medal together for USA basketball. She’s even met the girl a couple of times after and she likes her, she does. But her bitter brain is focused on the fact that this is one of those girls who had gotten Azzi as their teammate, one of the girls who got to see Azzi everyday. All things Paige had not gotten.
“You didn’t tell me you were bringing company Az,” Charisma says pointedly, looking at Azzi and Paige bristles at the use of the nickname. She’s being all sorts of ridiculous but at least she’s self-aware of it.
“Last minute decisions,” Azzi replies airily. The two girls lock eyes and Paige can tell they’re having some sort of unspoken conversation and now the green-eyed envy monster is out in full force.
“I insisted on seeing her dorm,” she says finally, breaking into whatever staring competition the two UCLA guards are having.
“It’s not a problem,” Charisma reassures, standing up from her position on the couch, and coming over to give Paige a tentative hug, “I just didn’t know you were coming. But it’s good to see you, Paige.”
“Yeah,” Paige tries to muster up a proper smile as she leans in to return the hug but it comes out more like a grimace, “you too.”
“We’re gonna go chill in my room,” Azzi says, beckoning to one of the doors in the hallways and Paige obediently follows her, waving a half-hearted goodbye to Charisma. She’s secretly pleased to have Azzi back to herself.
The room is nothing out of the ordinary except it has Azzi all over it. She’s in the pink comforter that is thrown haphazardly over a clearly not made bed. She’s in the unicorn plushies laid delicately over a dark blue couch. She’s in the little flower stickers that outline the mirror on the far side of the room. There’s a wall dedicated solely to pictures and fairy lights on one side and Paige is immediately drawn to it. A familiar ache reverberates in her chest as her eyes flicker over the pictures of Azzi’s family. She’s missed them. Then there’s the photographs of Azzi in her UCLA uniform, her teammates surrounding her and Paige has to resist the dangerous urge to rip those off the wall. Be happy for her happiness, the logical part of her brain yells, not seeming to realise she’d left any chance of that in the dirt a year ago. As she tears her eyes away from those offending pictures, they land instead on a whole other set of photographs and she feels her heart catch in her throat.
It’s a set of three images of her and Azzi, taken at various moments. Paige brushes her thumb against the one of the two of them with their arms around each other at the Minnesota state fair. Azzi’s beaming at the camera and Paige is beaming at Azzi. They look so young, so naive, so happy.
“I’m on your wall,” Paige breathes out, turning to face her best friend, “Fuck, I’m on you wall.”
“Of course you are,” Azzi affirms, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world but she shuffles nervously, giving away the reality behind her stable demeanour.
“I never answered your texts. I didn’t call you back,” Paige lists quietly as the first tear falls from her eyes; she’s been holding them back all day, “and I’m on your fucking wall.”
Azzi looks away, unsure how to deal with the fact that apparently they’re no longer tip-toeing around the past. She doesn’t know how to tell the blonde that there had never really been a second thought about whether or not those photos were going up on the wall.
“Doesn’t matter,” she shrugs finally, “you’re my best friend. You’re always gonna be my best friend. Ride or die right?”
“Ride or die,” Paige repeats in a whisper before she all but throws herself at Azzi, practically moulding herself into the younger girl’s body. Caught off guard, Azzi stiffens for a second, before relaxing into it. It’s late outside and the sun has set, but in this moment, the world shines the brightest it has in a year as two stubborn girls finally find their way home to each other.
***
That night, Azzi asks her tentatively if she wants to stay over and of course Paige agrees. Lying awake next to a familiar stranger, she lets herself finally remember the day things had first started unravelling.
November 2020
“You’ll probably get one of the upstairs apartments, so we probably won’t actually be living together which is good because can you imagine if I had to see your goofy ass 24/7?” Paige puts a dramatic hand to her forehead, as she leads Azzi into her room.
She’s too caught up in her excitement having Azzi at UConn, and planning what’ll happen next year, to notice that the girl in question isn’t participating at all in her enthusiasm. Paige has been waiting for what feels like a year (in reality it’s only been a few months) to finally have her best friend come visit. The minute the car had pulled up, she’d taken it upon herself to start her sales pitch all over again, missing the sympathetic smiles she’d gotten from the rest of the Fudd family as she pulled Azzi away to show her the glories of the campus.
“Did you see my assist to Christyn today?” Paige gloats, falling onto her bed with a smirk.
“It was pretty great,” Azzi concedes.
“It was fucking perfect thank you very much. I set her up perfectly, exactly how she likes it.”
“Right.”
“And then did you see how excited the team was for her? For everyone? Never gonna find a greater group of girls.”
“They seem wonderful P.”
Paige furrows her eyebrows as she catches Azzi still lingering by the door instead of joining her on the bed. The brunette fidgets with the sleeve of her sweater, chewing on her lips.
“Are you allergic to my bed?” Paige waits for some smartass response. When she doesn’t get one, she frowns, instincts going haywire, “Az, you good?”
“I- '' Azzi looks away, swallowing nervously, “I need to tell you something and I- I’m not sure how you’re gonna react.”
“You get a boyfriend or a girlfriend or something in the last few months that I don’t know about?” She says it light-heartedly enough, but the thought of it sends a sharp sting through Paige’s heart. In hindsight, she thinks maybe she could have dealt with it having been that.
“What? No. Just- just don’t- dont take it personally okay. Like you can be upset about it but- but don’t hold it against me yeah? My parents- they said- they said you’d get it. You’d be upset but you’d- you’d get it because you- you get me right?”
Paige’s chest hammers as she watches the younger girl draw in a deep breath, “you’re scaring the shit out of me right now.”
“I’mcommittingtoUCLA” Azzi says all in one breath, the words blending together.
She’s sure she’s heard it wrong. There’s no way. After all this time, after all their conversations, all the pitches, how hard she had worked, there was no way this was going to be the end to all of Paige’s efforts.
“What?” she whispers, crossing her fingers that she has in fact misheard.
When Azzi averts her eyes, she knows she hasn’t, “I’m committing to UCLA.”
The first time Paige and Azzi met was somewhat awkward, what with Azzi’s shyness and Paige being slightly overeager to make a new friend. When they’d become bus buddies, they’d progressed to being casual acquaintances who could small talk and share smiles. And then the flight back to Minnesota happened and everything had changed. Every moment after was filled with conversation or laughs or a comfortable silence. Until this one, where the sudden silence between them foreshadows an ominous future.
“Say something,” Azzi says finally, her voice shaking.
Paige stares at her for a second before, “you named your dog Stewie.”
“What?”
“You named your dog Stewie. After Breanna Stewart who played at UConn. It’s not-” Paige wracks her brain, hands flying animatedly “it’s not Meyers or something, after someone who played at fucking UCLA. You named your dog after a UConn great. How are you going to take him to UCLA with you?”
Azzi stares at her, clearly not having expected that level of questioning of all things. Who could blame her when Paige herself feels a little insane.
“This is a joke right? You’re fucking with me? Ha ha ha very funny,” she claps deliriously, “hilarious prank seriously, like hats off you’ve outdone yourself but enough okay? Say sike right fucking now.”
Azzi makes a strangled noise, “it’s not a joke Paige. That’s- that’s my decision.”
“Then change it,” Paige yells, catapulting off the bed.
“Paige-”
“Have you told UCLA yet?”
“I wanted to tell my family and you first.”
“Oh wow, how kind of you. How fucking generous of you to do that Azzi,” Paige bites back sarcastically and Azzi flinches.
In a flash, Paige’s expression goes from angry to desperate, “you still have time to change your mind . Please just- just think about it again okay? You still have so much time and you know what, stay here for a couple more days. Spend time with the team, with the coaches, with me and you’ll see-. UCLA just sounds nice you know? California, the sun, I get it, of course it’s tempting. But just- just stay here okay? And you’ll see this is where you belong,” she leaves the, with me, unsaid.
“Paige,” Azzi’s voice cracks. She takes a step toward her and then pauses. It’s the first time in a long time that Azzi’s hesitated when it comes to Paige. It won’t be the last. And when she looks at Paige through her long eyelashes, tears threatening to fall from her dark brown eyes, Paige knows she’s lost.
“No,” she’s pacing now, chest heaving up and down in a combination of frustration, anger and misery, “this is not fucking happening. We’re not doing this. I made you a whole recruitment video. Did you watch it? Do you know how long it took me to make it? Has the last year been a fucking joke to you?”
“Of course not-”
“Don’t even. Because clearly- clearly it has. Must’ve been hilarious watching me beg and plead with you when you already fucking knew you were going to committ somewhere else.”
“That’s not fair,” Azzi’s voice rises at the accusation, “I had no idea where I was going until a couple of weeks ago. You can’t seriously think that low of me.”
“Not fair? You know what’s not fair, Azzi? We’ve been talking about playing together, about finally being on the same team, the same fucking state, for years. What’s not fair is you throwing all of that away on a whim.”
“I’m not committing to UCLA on a whim. This is my whole future we’re talking about. You don’t even know how much thought I’ve put into it. And I’m choosing what’s best for me. You can’t hold that against me Paige. You can’t.”
They stand on opposite sides of the room, taking in harsh staggered breaths and glaring at each other. The tension in the room is electric as the string connecting them frays. Paige and Azzi bicker, they don’t argue. Or at least, that’s how it used to be.
“Az?” their stare down is broken by a knock on the door as Katie Fudd lets herself in. Immediately, as she stares between her daughter and the girl who’d become just as important, Katie knows what has happened, “we’re going back to the air BnB, are you staying here?”
The answer should be obvious, like it used to be. Of course she would stay here. It was meant to be a no-brainer. But before Azzi can say that, Paige intervenes and the string snaps.
“She’s going with you,” the blonde says firmly, before turning her back. She won’t let Azzi see the tears, she won’t. For her part, the brunette stares at Paige’s back silently for a couple of seconds, before a mask of determination slips on.
“Fine. If that’s what you fucking want,” Azzi sneers before brushing past her mom, eager to get away and hide her own tears.
When Paige turns back around, Katie is already looking at her. The older woman walks the length of the room and pulls the younger girl into a hug that she readily melts into. Paige sniffles as Azzi’s mom soothingly rubs her back.
“We’re driving back tomorrow morning,” Katie whispers quietly into Paige’s hair, “I know you’re mad sweetheart but come say goodbye okay?”
And she does. She shows up with only half an hour or so remaining before Azzi leaves, but Paige shows up. They hug stiffly, exchanging maybe a sentence or two but in that moment it’s enough. They’ll call later when Azzi gets home and it’ll be awkward for a little bit but they’ll break through. They’ll figure out a way to go on without having to talk about the “big thing”. They’ll hold on as long as they can, until they can’t anymore.
***
September 2022
After the night Paige stays over at Azzi’s apartment, they're attached at the hip for the next few weeks, just like old times. They’ve fallen into a routine of sorts. Azzi shows up without fail every day after practice to pick Paige up from her rehab, and then the rest of the younger girl’s time is Paige’s. The first time she’d seen the brunette leaning casually against her car, Paige had had to stop herself from jumping into her arms. She’d played it as nonchalant as possible, joking about Azzi being stalker, but inside, she could feel it again, the dangerously familiar tap of this is all I’ll ever need.
On days Paige doesn’t have rehab, Azzi still shows up right on time on her doorstep with a board game or food or something. It’s gotten to the point where every time the doorbell rings, Paige opens it expecting Azzi. The couple times it’s not, she tries and fails to hide the disappointment on her face. It earns her an eye roll from the delivery guy but it’s worth it for the laugh it elicits from Azzi when she tells her the story. They fall back together as if they’d never fallen apart. And what’s more terrifying than finding out that she’d never truly gotten over old Azzi, is realising how easy it would be to fall in love with new Azzi.
When Caroline, Nika and Piath come to visit the weekend after, all three of them can immediately tell that something's changed. Their teammate seems lighter, as if she’s finally found a sense of calm. But their incessant prodding and raised eyebrows are only met with shrugs from a tight-lipped Paige. It isn’t until Azzi calls, and Nika snatches the phone out of Paige’s hands, gasping at the callerID, that they finally figure out why their point guard has a new kick in her step.
“You should invite her out with us tonight,” Caroline is the first to speak, giving Paige an encouraging smile.
“Carol,” Nika hisses, “we can’t just invite the enemy.”
“She’s not the enemy,” Paige defends immediately, “we don’t even have a rivalry with UCLA.”
Nika scoffs indignantly, “of course she is. She picked a different school over us. Over UConn! That’s weird. Who even does that?”
“Lots of people do,” Caroline, who occasionally texts Azzi (albeit she’s kept that somewhat of a secret), supplies helpfully, shrugging when the Croatian glares at her.
Piath nudges Paige when she notices the other girl has gone quiet, “ignore Nika. She doesn’t mean it, you know that. If you wanna invite her, invite her.”
And she does, she wants to so badly. It’s insane really because it hasn’t even been a full day since they’d last seen each other but Paige swears something inside her has been missing since. There’s something awfully terrifying about letting Azzi back into the UConn version of her world, the world that the younger girl had once rejected. Still, if they’re going to try this again, she supposes sooner or later, it’ll have to happen.
“Put her on speaker,” Nika orders when Paige grabs her phone back from her.
“Nika,” Caroline, younger only by age, warns, pulling the other girl away, “we’re supposed to be cheering her up, not making life harder.”
Azzi answers on the third ring, her voice teasing “miss me already?”
Yes, Paige thinks, sometimes I think I miss you even when you’re right here next to me, sometimes I think I’ll miss you forever. But she doesn’t say any of that.
“Not a chance,” she scoffs instead, “besides you called me first.”
“Butt dial.”
“Mmmhmm I’m sure.”
“Shut up,” Azzi laughs and Paige is glad her teammates aren’t here to see the goofy grin that appears on her face at the sound of it, “I just wanted to see if we were doing something tonight?”
“Yeah- umm- you remember I told you about the girls coming down this weekend. They- uh- they wanted to go out tonight and uh- you could come along?”
There’s a pause on the other end and Paige knows Azzi’s going through the same thought process as her.
“I don’t wanna intrude on your time with your team P-”
“You wouldn’t be intruding,” Paige cuts in immediately and although she figured her teammates were definitely eavesdropping, Nika cursing about her being “pussywhipped” followed by in-sync shushing from Piath and Caroline, gives them away.
On the other end of the line, Azzi’s quiet again, “it’s okay P, you go have fun with your friends. We don’t have to spend every night together. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
What she doesn’t say is that maybe they need to learn how to live like that again, how to live apart again. Paige is almost done with the LA part of her rehab, something both of them are still in denial about. It’s only a matter of time before they return back to their two separate worlds and neither of them are sure they’ve managed to repair their friendship enough to not slip back into their foolishness again.
“But I wanna see you tonight,” Paige whines, her tone teetering on the edge of sounding like a desperate girlfriend, “please.”
“Paige-”
“Pleaseeeeeee. I’m literally injured and begging Az, it’d be mean to say no.”
“What does your injury even have to do with any of this?” Azzi sighs exasperatedly, “but yeah okay fine calm down Bueckers. Send me an address, I’ll be there.”
“You don’t wanna come pregame here?”
“Dude, let's not push it, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah okay see you,” Paige pauses, “hey Az?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m really happy you’re coming tonight.”
“I’m really happy you’re happy P.”
***
Azzi Fudd is a menace. See, people often get fooled by her soft-spoken nature and shy demeanour, but Paige has been around her long enough to know the truth. In the beginning it was the witty quips the younger girl always had ready whenever they were having some ridiculous argument. After that, it was the direct pranks that wreaked havoc on Paige’s life. But tonight, in Paige’s opinion, tonight is Azzi’s worst offence. She had to have done it on purpose, had to have known the sheer effect it would have on Paige to see her dressed like that. The red criss-cross tank top fits her like a mould and the way her ripped jeans shorts cling to her hips leaves little to the imagination. Her diamond belly button piercing shines against her skin, taunting Paige. She wants to touch, she wants to feel, she wants to do all the unspeakable things in her mind but she’s forced to just watch.
What she hates most though, is that everybody else is watching too. Since Azzi’s walked into the club, Paige has had to fight the urge to strangle every stranger who had given her best friend an appraising once-over. Some of them let their eyes linger long enough to give her time to plot out the perfect murder strategy (it’s the only way she can stop herself from actually committing a crime tonight). And, as Azzi dances with Caroline, hips swaying to the beat and holding the other girl a little closely, Paige has the irrational urge to hit sweet, kind Caroline of all people.
The thing is, Azzi’s been a little too attached to Caroline since she got here in Paige’s opinion. And she gets it. Piath, bless her soul, is trying but has always been a little awkward around new people. Nika is definitely not trying, loyally holding onto a grudge on behalf of Paige. Which leaves Caroline, who’s already familiar territory and the younger girl has grasped onto her like a lifeline. But enough is enough Paige decides, as she slips out of her seat with a determined look. Smoothly, she cuts right in between Caroline and Azzi.
“Nika’s a little wasted and I don’t want to deal with,” it’s a blatant lie but Paige knows appealing to Caroline’s more motherly instincts will get her what she wants. She gets a raised eyebrow in return, her teammate clearly catching her ruse because Nika looks visibly fine. But it works anyway and Paige gets Azzi to herself. She reaches for the other girl’s hand, twirling her just so she can hear that stupid silly laugh, and then pulling her back so she’s facing Paige.
“You having fun?”
“Always have fun with you P,” Azzi replies. She’s clearly tipsy but there’s no hint of insincerity in her voice. It makes Paige’s breath hitch.
“Yeah?” she whispers, taking a step closer, “more than with Carol?”
Azzi giggles, “more than anyone.”
The song in the club changes and as the crowd adjusts to it, someone jostles Azzi and immediately Paige grabs at her hips to steady her. As she finds her balance, Azzi’s giggles subside, realising just how close she is to the blonde now. They’re stuck in slow motion as the world dances around them. The combination of adrenaline and alcohol pumping through her veins is what convinces Paige to test the limits. One hand still squeezing at Azzi’s bare waist, revelling in finally getting to touch, she brings up her thumb to trace around Azzi’s lips. The younger girl gulps, but when she doesn’t try to move away, confidence pulses through Paige. Her heart is beating frantically out of her chest, years and years of want and need that she’d shoved as far away as possible, desperately fighting to get to the surface.
Pushing herself closer, so their chests are now pressed to each other and Azzi’s hands have no choice but to latch onto her biceps, Paige places a delicate, teasing kiss to the corner of Azzi’s lips. She wishes she could record the whine it elicits and listen to it on loop for hours. Smirking, she moves to place another one on the other side, this time pressing her lips a little harder, a little longer. Azzi’s eyes are closed shut, hands gripping onto Paige so tightly, she knows there’ll be a mark on her biceps tomorrow. She cups Azzi’s face with both hands now, her own eyes shutting involuntarily, as she finally, finally brushes their lips together.
This time, the strangled noise that leaves Azzi’s throat, is one Paige wishes she could forget as the younger girl rips herself away from Paige, the force of it creating almost a foot of distance between them. It doesn’t take long for the familiar sting of rejection to make itself home in her heart. Azzi’s eyes are brimming with tears as she manically shakes her head. Without a word, she rushes through the crowd, making a beeline for the exit, leaving Paige confused and craving for another taste.
***
It takes Paige a second to gather her thoughts before following the brunette. She ignores the confused glances from her teammates, making some bullshit excuse about fresh air as she fights her way outside. When she gets there, Azzi’s leaning against the wall, eyes closed as she takes in long deep breaths.
“That’s not usually how girls react when I try to kiss them,” Paige says after a second, trying to make light of the situation, even if her heart is heavy with anxiety.
It’s the wrong thing to say because Azzi scoffs, “you kiss a lot of girls don’t you.”
“Yeah and most of them kiss me back,” Paige bites back.
She’s taken aback by the fire in the darker-skinned girl’s eyes as Azzi finally opens them, heaving herself off the wall.
“I won’t be one of your groupies Paige. I won’t be one of your desperate one night stands. I won’t be just some other hookup. I won’t!”
Frankly she’s a little offended Azzi would even think that of her. She’s aware of her reputation. In fact she’d probably fed into it a little bit, exaggerating her escapades to Azzi on the phone her freshman year, when they had been on the verge of combusing and she’d been desperate to get a rise out of the younger girl. Last year though, last year was different. But Azzi doesn’t know that.
“I don’t want you to be any of that,” she replies feebly.
“Then what, do you want me to be?” Azzi’s voice rises with each syllable.
Paige stutters, the words getting stuck in her throat. The truth is she wants Azzi to be everything. The truth is, Azzi already is everything. Except there’s too much between them and she just can’t say it. They stand in silence until Azzi finally breaks it.
“I think these last few weeks of summer might have been the best of my life,” she says miserably, “and that might be the worst thing ever you know? Because it’s not real. You’re gonna go back to your world and you’ll- you’ll stop replying to my texts and you’ll stop- you’ll stop calling me and I- I don’t know if I can do that again.”
“That’s an awful lot of assumptions you’re making about me,” Paige is on defensive mode now, feeling a fight brewing.
“Because that’s what happened. Go back through your fucking phone Paige. Look at all the times I tried. And all the times you never did. You just- you cut me out Paige.”
“That’s not fair. You chose fucking UCLA. Over me.”
“No,” Azzi corrects immediately, anger seeping into her tone, “I chose UCLA over UConn. You made it about yourself.”
Paige swallows back a bitter response in favour of trying to prevent a full-fledged argument, “okay, okay let’s not- let’s not do this okay. It’ll be better this time- I- I won’t ignore your calls or texts or you okay? Just- can we just go back inside please?”
“That’s the thing,” Azzi’s anger is gone, replaced by a sad wistful smile, “I don’t know if I believe that you will,” a single tear rolls down her cheek, “I- I don’t fully trust you and you haven’t fully forgiven me. So where do we go from here?”
It’s a lie what they say about the truth setting you free, Paige thinks as Azzi’s words squeeze at her heart, because all it’s done is unleash shackles of despair that holds them both hostage. It had been easy the last couple of weeks, to pretend the last year had never happened. It had been easy for Paige to pretend that she was over what happened, to ignore the part of her brain that still felt so utterly betrayed.
“Azzi, what are you saying? You don’t- you don’t wanna be friends?” Paige feels nauseous even saying it.
“No I-” Azzi chews at her bottom lip, “I’m saying this- us- we’re too fragile to complicate even more. I barely- fuck- Paige, I barely survived losing my best friend. I don’t think I could survive losing something more.”
The worst thing about it all, is that it makes sense. And really, Paige doesn’t know what she’d expected to happen if Azzi hadn’t pulled away when she did. They’d kiss, maybe give in and do more and then what? Shake hands and walk away? Or make false promises that would ultimately lead to resentment? No, Years and years of something deserved better than either of those masochistic endings. It makes sense, it does but it doesn’t mean Paige has to like it.
In front of her, all the fight evaporates from Azzi’s body, as the younger girl leans back against the brick wall of the club, sliding down and pulling her knees to her chest. She looks every bit as miserable as Paige feels and all the blonde wants to do is wipe away the stress lines creasing against the younger girl’s beautiful phase. She moves to sit down next to her best friend, shuffling so their shoulders are pressed together and intertwines their fingers together. A sigh of relief escapes her when Azzi doesn’t immediately pull away. Instead, she squeezes their hands tighter, as if she’s scared that if she lets go, Paige will disappear.
“You didn’t lose me you know,” Paige says softly after a second, nudging Azzi’s shoulder when the other girl lets out a noise of protest, “I know, I know it feels like you did. It felt like that to me too except- every time something good or bad happened to me, I heard your voice or- or maybe I just really wanted too. We got lost a little bit but I didn’t- I didn’t lose you and you didn’t lose me. There’s a difference. I don’t think we could ever lose each other like that. Not really.”
When Azzi turns to look at her, the golden glow of the street lights illuminate the emotions in her eyes. She gives Paige a soft smile, “well Bueckers, if basketball doesn’t work out, maybe you have a future in poetry.”
“I could do whatever I wanted,” except what I want to do the most.
It doesn’t take long for the Uber Azzi’s already called to start pulling up and that familiar ache of longing creeps into Paige’s spine. She knows tonight isn’t their final goodbye; they still have a couple more days. But those days will be spent ignoring and pretending, unlike tonight and the firm grip they have on reality. They rise off of the cold pavement together, dusting themselves off. It takes a second of awkward glances before they’re surging into each other’s arms, squeezing each other so tightly that it’s hard to breathe. Paige wills herself not to cry, hiding her face in the crook of Azzi’s neck.
“We’ll be okay,��� she whispers, unsure if it’s more for her benefit or Azzi’s.
The unwanted beep of a car is the only reason they reluctantly pull away, hurriedly wiping away unshed tears, they pretend the other can’t see. Azzi musters up a brave smile, before slowly moving away and it takes everything in Paige not to crumble and begs her to stay. Azzi’s halfway to the car when she turns back and it feels like Paige can breathe again. The brunette’s face is conflicted for a second before turning determined, as she starts walking back up.
“Az-”
Paige’s confusion is stifled as Azzi fists her shirt, pulling her into a searing kiss. It’s desperate and needy and it’s only a few seconds before the dark-haired girl is pulling away again, but it sets Paige’s entire world off balance.
“I just-” Azzi’s breathing is rapid and uneven, “I’ve wanted to do that since I was fifteen and- just- fuck- I just-,” she blinks up at Paige, “I hate- I hate leaving things unfinished and for fucks sake if you don’t call me back this time Bueckers- just- don’t be a stranger.”
Paige doesn’t get time to answer, she doesn’t think she could even if she did, because Azzi scurries away almost immediately. She stops when she gets to the car, turning back to give Paige one final look, a look that will haunt Paige forever, before getting into the backseat. As Paige watches the back of Azzi’s uber gets smaller and smaller, her tongue darts across her lips as she tries to memorise the faintest taste of Azzi’s strawberry-flavoured lipstick. And she knows, she’s so utterly and completely and terribly fucked.
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GAMES AND CUDDLES | JJ MAYBANK X FEM!READER | IMAGINE
PAIRING: JJMaybank X fem!Reader
SUMMARY: After a long day of work all she can think of is having JJ by her side.
WORD COUNT: 770
WARNING(S): again just fluffy stuff which you are probably getting sick of cause that’s all I write about, at this point I don’t know if it’s just showing how single I am or if I’m just a very sad and lonely person…. ANYWAYS I’m ranting let’s get on with it shall we
It was quite late at night around 9pm, the sun had already set and the stars were shining in the clear sky,
it would be a perfect night to star gaze which the couple would do when it was this type of beautiful night however the girl was very tired from her busy day at work so when she got back from her shift she gave JJ a peck on the lips when she passed him in the corridor when he was heading back to his gaming room with a cold beer and she headed to their shared bedroom for an early nights rest.
even in her exhausted state she couldn’t catch any sleep because if the lack of her boyfriend in the bed made her stay awake
She was lying in bed with only one of JJ’s T-shirts on her body and a pair of JJ boxers as shorts, one arm was stretched out to JJ’s empty side of bed and the other rested under her pillow were her head was laid
She considered going through to JJ’s gaming room to ask him to come to bed but she didn’t want to disturb him while he was playing with his friends after another minute of thinking she decided to go anyways
Tiredly getting out off bed she began to make her way stumbling sleepily to JJ’s gaming room and knocked on the door she leaned against the doorframe waiting for an answer finally after a moment she got one and went into the room
“Hey baby”she whispered to him as she stumbled towards him he looked up from his computer and to his girlfriend
“Hey,you alright?”he asked and the nodded in response
He wore his baggy pj bottoms and was now bare chest since he tossed the shirt he was wearing to record was not a mess in the floor and a pair of headphones on his fluffy blond haired head
“Are you still playing with the boys”she asked putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it gently
“Yeah,is that okay? ”He answered
“Of course”she replied simply and held out her arms like she would when she wanted cuddles the boy smiled at her then moved his headphones wire from his lap and held out his arms to her she got the message and sit on his lap
She wrapped one her arm around the back of his neck playing with the ends of his hair as the other wrapped around his chest, her legs slotted through the arm rests of the chair and dangled toward the floor she then buried her face into the crook of his neck
“Is that ‘…’ ?!”Pope asked from JJ’s headphones
“Yeah it is”JJ answered then gave the girl on his lap a kiss on the side of the head
“Can she hear me?!”John-B asked the girl nodded then gave JJ a kiss on the neck in return
“Yeah she can”JJ answered
“Hi, ‘…’! ” The boys exclaimed making the girl smile
“Hi”she mumbled however the boys didn’t hear her
“She said hi”JJ told them rubbing a hand up and down her back as he waited for their next match to start once it loaded He pick up his controller and continued to his game while he spoke to his friends softly
after a while the girl grew felt herself fall in and out of sleep in the embrace of her boyfriend, she snuggled further into him her breasts pressed up against his chest as their hips grazed off each other just as his match finishes
“Right I think I’m gonna go”JJ commented placing down his controller on the desk
“Aw man! Dude just one more match!”John-b exclaimed from the headphones
“Sorry dude I cant, I’ll play tomorrow though”John-b huffed in response but accepted his friend was leaving and the two boys said goodbye and JJ hung up the discord call
The girl looked up at him with tired eyes He sighed a little and looked down at the girl with a small smile
“Baby, you okay?”The boy asked sweetly the girl nodded then pressed a sloppy kiss on his lips
“You want me to carry you?” he asked running his hands up and down her sides
“I mean i wouldn’t say no” the girl answered he chuckled at the response and turned off his machines then he slowly stood up holding the girl tightly while the girl wrapped herself around him
He then walked up to their shared bedroom and laid her on the bed He then turned off the light and climbed onto his side of the bed and got under the covers
“Goodnight baby”he whispered and pulled the girl into his side
“Goodnight JJ”She mumbled and hugged into his chest
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In Another Life (3)
Chapter 2 • series masterlist • chapter 4
3 | Heaven & Sin
Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader and Geto x f!Reader
an unexpected guest arrives at your engagement party
Words: 4.2k
cw: cheating, infidelity, fingering, vaginal sex, geto being an ass, slight dacryphilia, breeding, rough sex, cream pie
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The white silk sheets are strewn across your bed, sunlight filtering in through the curtains you’ve already opened, to your fiancé’s dismay.
The light is warm and bright as a beam reflects onto the sheets making the room appear even brighter.
“Rise and shine!” You chirp cheerfully before poking Satoru in the side causing his brows to knit together as he flinches away from you.
You’re trying to be as annoying as possible. A lovely habit you’ve picked up from the man who’s laying half-naked in bed next to you.
Satoru groans loudly, squeezing his eyes closed as he turns his head in the opposite direction of you, burying his face under his pillow.
“Satoru, please.”
You’re pouting now as you shuffle across the bed to pull the pillow out from under him, “it’s my day off, I want to sleep in,” he whines.
You lean down to place a few soft kisses on his shoulder, except you’re stopped just short, unable to make contact with his skin.
A very dramatic gasp leaves your lips, “Gojo Satoru, you’d better turn your Infinity off right now.”
He takes a deep breath before exhaling with an equally dramatic “hmph,” but he does as you’ve asked so you place several kisses on his sinewy shoulders watching as goosebumps form on the surface of his skin when you trail a few more down the center of his back.
Moving over on the bed, you straddle his hips, rubbing your hands on his solid back giving a gentle massage to his shoulders, down the center of his spine before rocking your hips side to side playfully.
“There’s gonna be cake tasting.”
He grunts in response.
“And… I’ll reward you later.”
One of his eyes flutters open, looking at you through the corner, the rest of his face pressed into the pillow.
“Reward me how?”
You bite your lip as you smirk knowing he’s going to give in, “However you want.”
Satoru stifles a yawn while you lift your hips, letting him roll over so you can feel his hardened cock when he grabs you by the hips, forcing you back down onto his lap.
He narrows his eyes at you, looking over your features with his six eyes, something he’s been doing more and more over the last two weeks, “You okay? You’ve been needier than usual.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you smile and chuckle awkwardly, hoping he hasn’t noticed your increased heart rate at his question. This isn’t the first time he’s brought up a difference in the way you’re acting, since you secretly ran off to visit your ex.
You’ve been trying your best to act as if seeing Suguru hasn’t affected you, but it’s clear it has. What you’ve been trying to do is move past it, not let your thoughts drift back to him, to what could have been if he only stayed.
Or if you had abandoned being a sorcerer along with him.
Pushing those thoughts aside, because you should be living in the now. Gently, you run your nails across Satoru’s abdominals before sensually, slowly palming his cock overtop his briefs.
“You know our party’s in a few days, so you can bully the shopkeepers into getting what we want on such short notice.”
You’ve been hard at work calling catering places, choosing fabric, arguing with Satoru’s clan on how non-traditional you both want your wedding to be, on top of working and going on missions; getting the dessert for your upcoming engagement party has been, unfortunately, last on your list and it slipped your mind.
He rolls his eyes, “You know I’ll just end up bribing them with money.”
“Mhm. But you can be mean about it.”
Satoru adjusts the pillows behind him before folding his arms behind his head watching you through half-lidded eyes, “Fine, but I want a reward now too.”
You click your tongue, “A reward when we haven’t even gone out yet? Greedy.”
“One now, for agreeing to go on my day off, and another later for being your charming, handsome fiancé.”
You giggle while rolling your eyes, mumbling a quiet “fine,” as you lean down to kiss him on his lips. He tastes sweet as always, moving his lips lazily with yours, waiting for you to get to it.
Satoru lets out a faint, content sigh when you move to his neck, sucking a small red mark at the base before licking and kissing your way down his chest and stomach.
“Go ahead baby,” he murmurs when you look up at him through thick lashes as you teasingly play with the waistband of his briefs.
He smirks, moving a hand down to cup your jaw before threading his fingers into your hair, encouraging you to move lower, “you can take it all, yeah?”
The sound of spoons clinking against champagne glasses fills the engagement party venue.
There are gold and white balloons all around the modern building, streamers in the same blue color as Satoru’s eyes strung up around the walls and hanging from the ceiling. Lights and dimly lit candles fill the space giving an intimate feel to the night.
The space is large and open, with plenty of windows to see out into the beautiful gardens. You and Satoru got to the venue early because you wanted to take the time to view the scenery and walk around to see the beautiful plants and flowers before the celebration started.
Your friends helped decorate, Shoko and Utahime being more than amazing in helping ensure every single decoration is in its spot, and nothing is out of place. Satoru was also successful in threatening a few shop owners on your day out, guaranteeing the deserts he picked would arrive on time and just how he wanted them.
Satoru’s in a baby blue dress shirt, with black slacks and a sleek black belt, his arm is around your waist, where it’s been most of the night, holding you close as you talk and laugh with family and close friends. You’ve opted for a dress that fits your frame, accentuating your curves in all the right places, and paired it with matching heels.
The party is larger than you anticipated, the Gojo clan having more of a say in who gets invited than you thought. Satoru of course didn’t complain - loves to be the center of attention and he loves to show you off whenever he gets the chance.
You were just hoping for more of an intimate affair, both your parents and close friends, maybe a few close cousins, and co-workers.
But, rather than getting what you wanted, you’re now walking around greeting older members from the three major clans, who you’ll never remember the name of.
The matrons of the Gojo clan have already asked multiple times when the two of you plan on having children, hoping you’ll have several to carry on the clan’s legacy, while the matrons from the other two make snide remarks about how their bloodlines are superior.
It’s all been wonderful and totally not stressful at all.
Satoru has been amazing, knowing you weren’t totally happy with decisions that have been forced by his clan, but he’s talked you through it, reminding you this is the life that you chose when agreeing to marry him.
He also reminded you that when you’re the matriarch, you will have a lot more say in the inner workings and these types of conversations and decisions than you do today.
They’re pushing for you to get married quickly even though you want to take your time and enjoy the ride. To them, it’s a disgrace their clan head isn’t married at twenty-three which makes you roll your eyes every time they bring it up.
Satoru leans down, placing a kiss on your lips that’s just a little too long to be chaste, but not enough for him to be reprimanded by his clan in front of everyone.
You’ve decided in the last few weeks that the letter that was sent was pointless. Even if it was from you in the future, you’re perfectly happy with where you are today, standing side by side with Satoru, ready to walk through life by his side.
This is where you belong.
Suguru made that decision for you when he chose to abandon you, change the course of his own history and follow misguided notions.
Suguru is your past, and Satoru is your future.
That’s what you keep telling yourself, at least.
Despite your annoyance with the number of attendees, the night has been filled with speeches dedicated to the two of you and the love you’ve shared over the years, fond stories and memories from the two of you as well as plenty of dancing; something the students seem to be taking full advantage of.
As you walk around the open space, greeting someone you’re pretty sure you’ve already spoken to in the Zenin clan, you spot a figure hidden away in the shadows of the gazebo outside through one of the many windows.
You clench your jaw while trying to smile but the conversation being had is going in one ear and out the other as ice runs through your veins at the thought of him turning up when you least expect it.
“Babe?” Satoru turns, staring at you over the rim of his glasses, nudging you slightly.
You startle out of your thoughts, looking up at him expectantly, “Hm?”
“They were asking when we were planning to start a family. You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you’re trying your hardest not to look out the window so Satoru’s gaze doesn’t follow yours, “I think I just need some air, this has just been kind of a lot.”
Your smile is weak when Satoru takes his arm off your waist, squeezing your hand while placing a tender kiss on your forehead telling you not to leave him alone for too long.
Quickly, you make your way outside, closing the sliding door quietly behind you before stalking over to the gazebo, and your ex.
As you get closer to him, you’re able to see Suguru is in attire you’re more accustomed to seeing him in. Rather than being in the robes you saw him in a few weeks ago, he’s now adorned in a white button-up with black slacks and a belt holding everything in place around his middle.
The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbow, exposing his vascular, muscular arms.
Your heart jumps at the sight of him, he’s always been a magnetic force you can’t pull yourself away from.
“What are you doing here?” You hiss quietly, not wanting your guests inside the venue to hear.
If anyone saw Suguru here right now, there would be a commotion. Some would be scared for their lives thinking there will be an attack, others confused about why he’s shown up, not knowing your shared history.
Satoru would be absolutely livid. There’s no telling what he would do.
“I had Manami do a little digging,” Suguru starts, calm and collected but you can tell there’s a storm brewing underneath, one you don’t want to be a part of. “And what she found is so interesting. Do you know what it was?”
“I don’t give a shit, Suguru. Leave. Now.” There’s dread and panic in your voice as you lift your dress ever so slightly to give you better movement as you march over to him.
“She told me you and Satoru recently got engaged.” He’s blatantly ignoring you and it’s turning the fear you were feeling moments ago into anger and frustration. “Is that true?”
“That’s none of your business!” You hiss between your teeth while Suguru lights a cigarette, eyes sharp, watching as you step into the gazebo.
He already knows the answer, having been watching you since you came to see him all those weeks ago.
Suguru thinks you’re adorable like this, flustered, cheeks flushed from annoyance. Radiating pure beauty in the dress you chose to wear to a party celebrating your engagement to his best friend.
“How the fuck did you even find out about our engagement?”
“Did you think it would be hard to find out information on the head of the Gojo clan and his betrothed?” Suguru muses, “Plenty of people are willing to give information. Plus, Manami is very efficient.”
“Suguru,” it’s a warning, he knows, but he doesn’t care as he walks over to you threading his hands in your hair and pulling you into him, lips connecting with yours before you can finish your thought.
You should be complaining right now, kicking and screaming for him to get off you but you don’t.
This is wrong, so very wrong but you can’t bring yourself to pull away, so instead you’re gripping onto his dress shirt, pulling him closer so he doesn’t try to break away.
Suguru pushes you against the column of the gazebo with enough force to knock your breath away, lifting you by the back of your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist.
It’s an automatic response, the way your hips always wanted to move on their own to rut against him, you can’t help it.
Suguru chuckles into your kiss, “You’re gonna make a mess on my pants if you keep doing that.”
He runs his hands over your thighs, gripping the plush of your ass, squeezing hard enough that bruises begin to blossom around his fingertips.
Suguru is entranced by you and always has been, especially now, watching the way your tits rise and fall so beautifully with every heave of your chest in want, desire, and anticipation.
“Look at you,” he coos, hips moving in time with yours, dry humping you against the column, “so needy for me. Satoru must not have been taking care of you all these years.”
“Fuck you,” you’re ripping open his shirt, the small buttons flying out in every direction, hands roaming over his sinewy torso and chest.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he dips his hand in the space between his stomach and thighs, groaning into you as he runs his fingers through your slick folds, cock straining against his thigh, so hard it hurts.
Suguru chuckles at your feistiness, he always did love it, “you know,” he slips two fingers in watching with an icy stare, “I can’t help but wonder what your fiancé would think if he saw us right now.”
He angles his fingers up, easily finding the spot that makes your legs shiver and shake like he’s never forgotten, and he uses his thumb to encircle your clit causing you to clench around his fingers.
You’re moaning his name, pulling him in closer to you, hand gripping his soft raven tresses. He loves how malleable you are to his touch, the way you melt as soon as his lips are on yours, it’s the way you’ve always been.
You’d let him do anything he wanted.
There’s a knot forming quickly in the center of your core. Suguru knows your body like the back of his hand, knows all of the spots that have you crying out, whimpering, and convulsing around him from having mapped out your body so many times before.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll let you cum soon, we gotta be quick after all.” He says, leaning forward to whisper next to you, his hot breath on the shell of your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine.
He pumps his fingers, brushing your spot every time, he knows you're close, the way you’re mewling into him, bucking your hips wildly as he picks up his pace, the palm of his hand slapping against your clit with every thrust.
“S’guru- I’m-” your words are cut short with a series of broken moans as he continues to pump his fingers, working you through your orgasm, the open space filled with lewd squelching noises as your walls clench and legs tremble around him.
Suguru’s lips are on yours when you absolutely gush onto his hand, helping keep your moans muffled before planting several soft kisses over your flushed face before moving to nip at a tender spot just below your ear.
Closing your eyes, you rest your head back against the pillar before he shoves his fingers in your mouth. You open your eyes and watch him; cheeks pink, lips parted, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown with lust watching the way you swirl your tongue around, tasting your arousal as he works to undo the button and zipper of his pants.
You let out a loud gasp when you feel the blunt end of his thick cock slide through your folds, tip teasing your clit, pulling your hips away from him automatically at the sensitive feeling.
Suguru grabs your hip and pulls you forward again as he continues to tease you, sliding his cock up and down your soaked cunt.
“S-sensitive,” you whine, trying to wiggle your hips out of his grasp.
“You can handle it.” He remarks bluntly, “Besides, you deserve this, don’t you? Trying to make me jealous, running off to marry my best friend.”
“No.” You answer firmly, breathlessly as he leans up, amusement in his dark eyes at your response, “You left me. Just-just hurry up and fuck me already.”
He chuckles, letting his cock circle your clit a few times, twitching when he hears your pretty little gasps, before teasing your entrance. You buck up, impatient, his tip slipping past your folds.
He lets out a loud groan, lips ghosting yours as you slide down the length of his cock before rolling his hips a few times, both moaning at the feeling of having each other just one more time.
Because that’s all this can be. Just one more time, that’s it. And then he’ll be out of your system for good. You’ll never see him again, Satoru will never have to know and you can live your life in peace.
You’re planning on burning that godforsaken letter when you get home.
“You should be mine, you should have followed me,” Suguru rambles through clenched teeth, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, “You’re mine, aren’t you, baby?”
“Suguru, I-I…” You’re unable to answer, stuttering trying to find the words as you move your hips back to meet his every thrust, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix in a way you know you’ll be sore later “Yes.”
It’s an automatic response at this point, whether it’s from Suguru’s possessiveness when he’d fuck you like this or because you really, truly want to be with him, you’re not entirely sure.
“Yeah, fucking right you are, baby,” Suguru groans, slamming his hips into yours relentlessly, watching your tits bounce in time with his thrusts as tears prick in the corner of your eyes, making his own light up as they overflow and spill down your cheek.
He knows it's selfish of him to want you to turn your back on what you believe, turn your back on the life you’ve lived and created for yourself after he defected. But fuck if he’s not always been selfish, especially when it comes to you.
Suguru doesn't want to see you happy with someone else, not when you could and should be with him. Even if he knows Satoru would do his best to give you a great life.
“Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” His lips slam into yours, hot searing kisses on your lips, tongues gliding together sloppily until he moves to nip at your ear lobe, “gonna fill you so full, put a baby inside you - what’s Satoru going to think then?”
He laughs next to your ear, unhinged, high-pitched, and amused with his own thoughts, his hot breath tickling your neck, sending a jolt right to the apex of your thighs.
“You’re fucking insane,” your hands are under his open shirt on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, he doesn’t bother trying to stop you. They’ll be little reminders of how he was able to have you again.
Suguru rests his head against your shoulder, heavy breaths fanning your ear, his cock twitching each time you grace him with one of your pretty moans.
“I miss you,” He kisses your jaw, licks the trail of tears streaming down your cheek, leaving a kiss below your eye before ripping the rest of the silky fabric of your dress from your waist, letting it fall to the floor, “You still take my cock so fucking well, baby.”
You look down, moaning at the sight of where you’re connected, watching the way his thick cock disappears in your cunt. He runs his hand along your abdomen, where the familiar bulge from his cock sits.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head, “Right there keep going, harder, please.”
Suguru watches the way the sheen of sweat that’s formed over your body glistens in the dim lights of the building next to you. The one your current lover is excitedly talking to everyone about your upcoming nuptials.
You’re so gorgeous with the blush that’s formed on your cheeks down to your neck, with your sweet, breathy moans that are only for him at this moment.
He snakes his arm around your hips, pulling your ass out from against the pillar, leaving your shoulders connected. His hands are cemented on your hips keeping you in place while he fucks into you with reckless abandon, throwing his head back, using your body however he wants, however he needs.
“Nobody will want you -ah- if you have a kid with me. Satoru will leave you, you -ah- you’ll have no choice but to come back to me, won’t you baby”
Your arousal drips obscenely to the wooden floor below while Suguru grabs your legs from his waist, pushing your legs apart to get deeper. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head from the feeling of your soft, warm walls tightening around his cock.
“Shit, right there,” You gasp as his hips falter, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
Your walls clench and shudder around him, encouraging him to speed up, to cum inside you like he knows you want him to, despite it being a bad fucking idea. You’re clenching around him, hard, and before you know it, your body is shivering like you’re seizing, vision going white as your high takes over all your senses.
Suguru lets out a string of breathy moans, brows knitted together at the feeling of your walls squeezing him for all he’s worth, hammering into you until his hips are stuttering and he’s no longer able to hold back.
“Take my cum, baby,” He hisses, thrusting sloppier than ever as he loses himself in you, “I love you so fucking much.”
He lets out a deep guttural groan as his release floods your insides.
You’re panting into one another as he continues to slowly rock his hips, fucking his cum deeper inside, hoping it sticks, because he meant everything he said.
Suguru helps adjust your clothes and holds your hand until you’re able to stand on your own, cum leaking out and down your leg. He also helps adjust your dress while you work on fixing your hair to the best of your abilities.
“You need to leave. This was a mistake. We can never see each other again.”
He chuckles, eyes flickering behind you quickly before running his thumb across your jaw and over your lips because he knows you’ll be back to see him. Sooner than you think.
“Y/N.” A cold, icy tone calls from behind you.
There’s panic in your eyes as they widen and turn to face Satoru, a lump in your throat so large it’s hard to swallow, hard to breathe. You’re able to make him out easily, with the lights from the venue shining brightly out onto the courtyard.
His hands are in his pocket, feet planted shoulder-width apart and you swear you could feel his cursed energy spike for only a moment, just enough for you to know he knows.
You turn back to face Suguru but he’s gone, and it’s so hard to even think about the consequences of your actions knowing there’s a gaze burning a hole in the back of your head.
If looks could kill - that’s the only thought that comes to mind when you turn back around to face Satoru, hands shaking, heart feeling as if it’s going to lurch from your body and splatter all over the gazebo floor.
“What are you doing out here, honey?” Satoru’s voice is clipped, rigid, and your stomach is doing cartwheels.
“I just…” There’s no explanation, all you can do is clear your throat and look away.
Satoru nods his head slowly, “think it’s time we go back inside and show everyone how happy we are, yeah?”
You scratch at the back of your neck, taking slow, unsure steps toward Satoru.
He holds his elbow out towards you, tension thick as you look your arm into his, walking into the building to finish your engagement party, “Yeah… yeah. Let’s get back inside.”
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Ch.21 Gonna regret being too honest
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Author's note: IM BACK!!! The semester finally ended and i can take a breather and write. I have various ideas on how to finish this story so I'm excited, hope all of you are too!!!
Warnings: Short chapter, i’m trying to get back into my writing mentality rn
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"Hello, Timothy" Y/n responded her phone. It had been such a beautiful day. She had had breakfast at Saraberth's with her sisters, a few meetings from her new internship, and had an appointment at the salon with Satine and Clara. And finally, her favorite person called as she was in the middle of soaking her feet during her pedicure with Satine and Clara to her sides.
"Last time I checked, my name was Timmy, was it not" He responded cheekily and laughed once he heard her giggle.
"That is correct, my apologies for the mistake, Timmyyyy" she said happily which caused her to best friends to look at each other and smile. They were imposible to hide. "Everything alright?"
"Yes, angel, I'm calling you cause I need the service of the wicked goddesses of mayhem, discord, and destruction of the Upper East Side for a case."
"Hmmm, I like that..the wicked goddesses of mayhem, discord, and devastation-"
"Destruction, but devastation surely counts too" Tim corrects making her laugh once more, "So, can you help us?"
"Ladies" she said, calling their attention, "ready for another scheme?"
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"So let me get this straight," After their appointment, the three girls stopped by Wayne Manor. Currently they were seated in one of the private living rooms. Satine and Clara sported each an expreso martini and sprawled in one of the couches. Y/n was sitting in the other side of the sporting a glass of water with Tim leaning against her chair behind her, "You want us, to use our intellect, status, influence, and power to help you and your client, whoever they are, uncover if Senator Jonesy has any connections to the new cargo shipments of......reality distorsion serums from Scarecrow?" Clara cleared up.
"Precisely, it is safe to assume his daughter has been quite a big fan of you three for the longest of times and your names have a susbstancial amount of weight in her group of friends and that you have information on his not so ethical behavior in a club?" Tim answers and the three of them nod.
"That is correct, he was one of the many men who were in the club we broke into in our second year of university when I wanted to see if it was true he had a side piece and blackmail him into erasing some evidence of Clara's party" said Satine
"So are you in?" He asked once again
"What's in it for us? We know why Y/n would do you a favor but why us?" debated Clara, ever the calculating one.
"I was sure you'd ask that question. Wayne Enterprises will guarantee access to a unique fashion line we are starting. We offer your collaboration as a designer, Clara, and a guarantee of being center stage star model at all of our shows, Satine." Tim assured. Both girls seemed delighted by the idea and agreed offering their hands for a handshake. Tim walked around Y/n and shook their hands.
"Well, we have some scheming to do, no time is better than now. You'll be sent every single piece of information we find, pleasure doing buisness with you" Said Clara standing up, followed by Satine.
"An absolute pleasure, we'll contact you, bye bye!" Satine waved as she departed, leaving Y/n and Tim alone.
"I could almost see the devil horns sprouting at the prospects of scheming" Tim said with a laugh sitting next to the young girl, making her laugh and nod.
"We haven't had a good one in a while, they are bloodthristy"
"No,no, I can see that" he assured making her laugh even louder.
"So is this mysterious associate who is need of this information my good friend Red Robin by any chance?" she asked and he nodded. A thought as random as it was came to his head and he knew he shouldn't be doing this but-
"Wanna see the cave?" he asked, lacking a better judgment, "Everyone is out and we'd have the place to oursleves". Seeing the excited gleem in her eyes gave him the answer he needed.
-•-
"It LITERALLY is a cave!! Tim, oh my...this is fantastic"
He was giving her a tour of it and couldn't help but smile. She really was the cutest human being he had ever encountered.
"That was the lab and the training area, this is what we call the batcomputer, the batmobile, the-"
"Bruce was lacking in creativity I can see huh?"
He burst out laughing and nodded, "We have ALL said the same thing once we are shown for the first time. Ah and this is where we place the weapons and the suits" He lead her to the weaponry and exhibition rooms. He showed her every single suit, from the summer editions to the winter ones. Finally, they sat on a table near the area, talking about anything and everything, Tim telling her stories of grand adventures and dumb adventures with his sibblings and teams. As he was halfway through one of them racing with grocery shopping carts one particular boring patrol night, Y/n saw one of their spare masks on the distance and reached to grab it. She gently placed in on making him pause and admire her.
"You can actually see with these?!?" she asked making him laugh, "Yeah, how else do you think we are able to fight, angel" he says.
"You have it a little crooked, here let me help" He stands up and steps between her legs to fix it. She places her hands softly on his waist as she takes a moment to take him in.
"And...there, you have it correctly placed" He says softly, placing his hands on either side of her, leaning a little bit foward.
"How do I look?" she asks softly, faces inches from his
"Hot" He answers shamelessly cheking her out, "I'd let you save me any day"
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm, definitely. Would even get myself in trouble to purposely meet you"
"My my, Timothy, who knew you were such a flirt"
"Mhmm" It was the best he could say when she was sitting looking delicious as ever. They stayed quiet for a moment, just admiring each other. He took it to carresing her cheek and the started getting closer to almost having their lips touch.
"Y/n..."
"Yeah?" she said breathlessly
"I love you" He whispered before he smashed his lips onto hers.
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