#he's been so loud about hating mimics that now all his friends think of him when they see mimic keychains and stuff and are like

[hotpotghosts]

[sincerelyneo]

will you be reposting the jeno fic you had on your old blog? it was my fave 🥺

here it is <3

fireproof | l.jn

“‘cause no body saves me baby the way you do”

💿now playing: fireproof by one direction

❯ summary: Your brother Jaemin loves throwing parties when your parents aren’t home — but you hate it. In an attempt to escape the loud music and sweaty bodies you try and head out. But there’s no way your brother’s best friend, Jeno, is letting you wander around the streets so late.

❯ pairings: jeno x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, brother’s best friend, college!au

❯ words: 8.4k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, masturbation, minor mentions of drug use, drinking, marking, slight protective brother jaemin, begging, spanking, mentions of marking, unprotected sex (don't do this!), oral sex (m/f receiving), fingering, reader uses she/her pronouns, jeno fucks his best friend’s little sister.

a/n: i changed the title hehehe

This party fucking sucks.

You’re not even drunk. The vodka is watered down, you're sure of it. Your friends ditched you about half an hour ago — disappearing with some of the guys they had been speaking to and seeing. 

"Come to the party with us, they said." You mimic to yourself into your plastic cup. "It'll be fun, they said." 

You scoff taking another swig but pull your face at the awful taste that lingers in your mouth. There are better things you could be doing on a Saturday night, you think. You’re almost positive you saw a new show released on Netflix today. Or better yet, you could be reading some sort of erotic novel that would spice up your Saturday night more than this shit.

But the thing is, this party is at your own fucking house.

Your brother is throwing it. 

Every time your parents go away for one weekend he can’t help but jump at the opportunity to trash the place. You don't see why he can't just have a few of the boys around, have some beers and then call it a night. But no, that isn't exactly Jaemin’s style. 

Of course, he has to invite a bunch of random weirdos that seem to be snorting cocaine off of every surface in this house, and smoking whatever kind of weed they could find. And sure, you’re not impartial to a good night but this... this is not your idea of a good night.

At all.

Sighing, you push through the masses of people, seeing the sweaty bodies that are dry humping one another or eating each other's faces off so much you feel like you’re going to throw up at the sight. 

Stopping in your tracks, you reach into the back pocket of your denim jeans to pull out your phone, seeing that it is half-past midnight. If you know Jaemin — and you did — this was only the beginning of the night. The party is definitely far from over.

Fuck sake.

You put your phone back in your pocket and continue to manoeuvre around the bodies in the hallway. Your stomach growls and you think about how you're drinking on an empty stomach. The only thing open at this time is a Mcdonald's but you don't necessarily want to be that person that sits in McDonald's by themselves on a Saturday night. 

Still, you head for your front door and try your luck at an escape. As you reach your hand out to grab the door handle you smash headfirst into a body. Well to be more specific a chest. A hard chest.

"Ow, fuck!" You lift your hand up, rubbing your forehead.

"Sorry little Na, didn't see you there." You immediately recognise that voice. The deep slowness in which he talks. It’s the only voice that has a straight hotline to your core. 

Yeah, you couldn't ever forget that voice.

You stop rubbing your head and slowly look up, following the lines of his muscled chest that you can see through the tight white t-shirt he's wearing with a pair of denim jeans and converse. Yes you had already checked him out tonight, but you’re only human. And when your eyes meet that sharp jawline, hollowed-out cheekbones and those damming brown eyes, you involuntarily clench your thighs together.

You shun yourself because you know you can’t have him. And that’s the reason why you hate him. 

He's your brother’s best friend.

Lee fucking Jeno.

The worst man on this planet. for many reasons like for one he’s insanely hot. Like too hot. Who on this planet even needs to be that hot? But to make it worse he knows he's hot. Girls are always flying off his arm fueling his ego. He's also selfish and arrogant. 

But the reason you hate him the most, the reason you despise him so much, and avoid him at all costs is because of the burning need — it's past being a want it's a fucking need — to just devour him. Every part of you screams out whenever he is in the same room. 

And you hate it.

You have zero control over your words and actions with him — and he knows it with how much you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of him over the years. Your cheeks tend to grow red without your permission, and oh does he love to point that out.

Ever since your brother brought him home in his first year of high school, they have been inseparable — and you’ve been madly in love.

Well, you’re not in love with the boy. You just, you know, want to rip his clothes off. And let him fuck the living daylights out of you.

"Aw, there they are." He distracts you from your thoughts. 

His eyes are burning straight through you. As if he can tell what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. And right now, you have very infuriating dampness in your panties that wasn't there 30 seconds ago. 

"Those rosy cheeks, are they for me, little Na?" You swat his hand away as it attempts to reach up to caress your cheek or some stupid shit like that.

"Stop that Jeno!” You snap at him, getting angry is your default with him.

It the perfect remedy to keep him away from you, so you don't do something stupid like fuck your brother’s best friend

“Please just get out my way.” 

"Such a pleasant girl, aren't you?" He winks. 

He fucking winks, and your pussy screams in delight. If you were any other girl, you’d be swooning right now. You’d be on your knees begging for it. 

Well, you won't be on your  knees for him.

Ever.

Especially not tonight.

"Just get out of my way, Jeno,” you push him rather hard. 

You knew it wouldn't make him budge if he didn't want it too but he dramatically moved out of your way of the door. You yank it open and dart through onto the front lawn. Halfway down the driveway, a sharp tug on your arm spins you around and you’re  faced with Jeno... again.

"Fuck sake, what do you want?" You shake your arm out of his grip but he doesn't let go. 

You give up, huffing and dropping your shoulders. The two of you are just staring at each other, so much so that you didn't even realise how close you really were. Your chests are almost touching, there is a hair width between you. And due to your height, if you looked forwards you’d be looking at the bottom of his neck, right where you see him gulp before meeting your eyes again. They seem to burn into yours, suddenly growing intense. 

He is the first to look away but he doesn't just look away, no. You watch as his eyes flash down to your lips. Your breath hitches, he sees that and when he looks back to your eyes again, he flashes you a knowing smirk.

Motherfucker. 

"Come back inside." He says as he throws his head to the side, signalling to your house.

"No," you all but stomp your foot.

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that right?" He growls, closing that gap so that your chests touch. There’s an electricity running through you, begging for him. 

"I'm not a fucking brat, I just don't want to be here at this shitty party!” 

You don't break his eye contact, chests still touching. He can sure as hell feel each heavy breath you take and probably every beat of your heart that seems to have sped up since he moved closer.

"Just go inside, go to your room, anything. Just don't fucking leave, your brother would have my balls if I let you go out alone this late at night.” 

You roll your eyes at the mention of your brother. You love him, you really do, but hearing the word brother leaves Jeno’s lips reminds you exactly why he’s even here.

It’s not for you — it’s for Jaemin’s sake. 

"I don't see why either of you care, you've got plenty of booze and girls to keep you occupied to not even notice me gone,” you stand your ground, trying to tug your arm once again but he still won't let go.

However, he has loosened his grip so it isn't so harsh, but it's still locked around your wrist. In fact, you’re sure you feel him drawing little circles on the inner skin with his thumb and that thought alone has you squirming no matter how much you try to ignore it. 

"I think I'd always notice when you're not there," Jeno says under his breath, his face lowering to yours. 

If you didn't know better then you’d think he was about to kiss you. But that can't happen. Can it? 

Everything but your core is saying no. Your whole body is screaming to open up your mouth and say please. But you ignore it — you always do— and try to keep a brave face. But as he gets so close, too close, your eyes automatically flutter shut.

You expect his lips to graze yours but they don't, instead, you feel his cheek against you , only faintly, as his lips skim your ear lobe.

"I think I'd always notice when you're not there because there won't be some childish little brat moaning about not getting her own way." 

Your eyes shoot open as he pulls back, laughing at your flushing cheeks. Your eyes narrow as you finally tug your arm hard enough this time that he has no choice but to release you. 

"I do not moan about not getting my own way and I am not childish nor a brat,” you sneer at him. 

"Sure,-" he huffs, laughing, crossing his arms over his chest. "Whatever you say." 

"Why can’t you just go inside and leave me alone,” you cross your own arms over your chest. 

"No can do." He stands there like some sort of bouncer, you look to your right and see the path only a few steps away. He watches you and says a low, demanding, "Don't." 

But you do it. 

You spin on your heel and run for it. But you only make it two steps before two large arms are wrapped around your waist from behind and you’re being sprung back into a hard chest. Jeno’s one arm sits tightly around your waist, his fingers digging into your hip and you squirm against him. To stop your wriggling, his other hand flies up to grab a hold of your throat, tilting your head back to the rest of his shoulder. 

His eyes flash to his hand around your neck and he takes a deep breath that causes his eyes to flutter shut. Then you feel something growing behind you causing your own eyes to grow wide. He leans forward, lips skimming yours barely. 

“I said don't." It sounded more like a growl than anything and a small whimper escaped your lips. "Are you going to walk inside or am I going to have to carry you?" He whispers still close to your mouth. If you lifted your head slightly, you’d be kissing.

"I'm not going back inside." You sternly reply, he just laughs and his hold loosens on you. 

But he doesn’t free you. Instead he throws you clean over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. 

“Put. Me. Down. Jeno." You scream, hitting his back, but he doesn't listen. Carrying on heading back inside your house. 

Your cheeks are bright red and you stop your attack on Jeno’s back and decide to clench his shirt in your fists and hide your face in it.

"What's going on here?" You hear Jaemin’s voice and your head flies up.

"Your sister tried to escape," Jeno says laughing, bending down to lower you to the ground. 

When he stood back up, you were so close your bodies touched again, your breasts rubbed against his firm chest and your nipples stiffened. His eyes glanced down to them and they darken, then he looks to you again and grabs your shoulders, spinning you around to face your brother. You automatically lifted your arms up and over your breasts to cover the obvious arousal.

"Come on Y/N, you know you can't be walking around aimlessly at night." Jaemin chastises you.

"I'm not a child Jaem," you roll your eyes with a shake of your head.

"So what? Grown ass people still get kidnapped!” 

You groan, I'm going to my room." 

You push past him and head towards the stairs. You turn around seeing Jeno’s smug face knowing he’s got his own way about you coming back inside.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction. You’ll  just sneak out the window and have your perfect escape. He won't know. 

Not like he’ll come to check — right?

You spin on your heel as you hear the sound of footsteps following behind you. Jeno’s there, eyes locked on your ass until he sees you looking back down at him and then cocks his head to the side and smiles innocently. 

“What are you doing?” You spit. 

"Just making sure you actually do go to your room." He flashes his infamous eye smile that has plagued your dreams since you first met him. "And that your windows are locked. Don't want you running away now do we?" he winks at you.

He’s so irritating!

With a huff, you turn around and storm your way up the last couple of stairs, making sure your stomps are extra loud. You can just hear Jeno snickering behind you and that only rattles you even more. When you reach the landing you turn immediately and head to the last door of the hallway and pull it open, stepping inside of your bedroom. You go to slam the door shut but a sneaker covered foot stops in between preventing it.

You immediately roll your eyes and groan. 

"Leave me alone Jeno." You groan, leaning up against the door with your back, pushing it.

"Let me check your windows then I'll leave."

"What kind of request is that?” You sigh, running a hand through your hair. 

"Just let me."

"No."

The two of you enter a stare off — one you both know he’s going to win. And he does, because you don’t even let two whole minutes pass before you’re huffing out a “Fine.” 

He makes his way over to your window, making sure it's locked, then he chuckles, drawing your curtains too. The only thing lightening the room was your bedside lamp that you had an awful habit of leaving on. That, and it was the perfect deterrent to make it look like someone was in there, keeping strangers from having sex on your bed.

“All done?” You ask, breathy. 

He smirks, his eyes flashing to your lips again and you swear to god if he does that one more time you’re either going to kick him in the balls or jump on him and kiss him. 

You force yourself to take a step back and take a deep breath which makes him laugh.

"Well goodnight little Na, don't go sneaking out because I will know about it." He walks off to the door and before he exits you say,

"And how would you possibly know that?"

He looks over his shoulder, his eyes flash up and down your body, "I just will,” he winks then closes the door behind him.

You huff out and stomp your foot like a child. God you needed to grow a backbone and stop letting that idiot mess with you. 

Storming into your bathroom you slam the door shut. You strip off your clothes and turn on the shower. Whilst waiting for it to get up to temperature, you sigh. 

"Let me just lock your windows for ya." You pull a face copying him. "Want me to check that for ya?"

Once you’re done in the shower you climb out of it and dry yourself with a towel. 

"He's so fucking annoying ugh," you say to yourself as you pull the bathroom door open and saunter into your bedroom naked. 

You don't even check to see if anyone was in there, too busy ranting about him. And when you feel the cold draft of your bedroom it makes you realise you had just walked into your unlocked bedroom naked. Immediately, you covered your body remembering the party going on downstairs; but on first glance, it appeared no one was in there. Still you quickly grab your oversized grey t-shirt from the end of your bed, throwing it on over your head, but skipping your underwear. 

Your room was fairly simple with white furniture, a wooden floor, soft pink bedding, a few cuddly toys. The bed lies against the far wall, opposite the door and you leave your lamp on to have a little bit of light to help you sleep. 

Trying to fall asleep you flip over so your back faces the light. You try a few different sleep scenarios but everything keeps going back to Jeno.

And the way his hand gripped around your neck. 

You flip over again, keeping your eyes shut, yet, Jeno just waltzes into your mind continuously. Like he won't leave you alone. You feel so much anger coursing through your blood, yet you have this strange pulling into your core. 

You need to give attention to it — so you do. And as soon as you slip your hand under the covers, the fantasies start rolling in. Jeno’s arms around you, grabbing at your waist, your hips, your ass, your breasts.

Your breath hitches.

His tongue in your mouth, along your skin, tracing your neck and stomach, then between your folds lapping at you. Your eyes shoot open as you clench your thighs together and immediately feel the wetness.

It was just too much to ignore. This wasn’t going away. You already knew that. 

You just needed some relief and then you’ll be free for the night. Jeno never needs to know and it’s not like you haven’t done this exact same thing before over him. 

Your right hand finds your centre first, sliding between the folds and instantly feeling the slick wetness there. Slowly and sensually, you begin moving your fingers in a circular motion. Eyes closing instantly, flashes of Jeno now being played before you.

In your mind, it was no longer your hand but his. Rubbing your clit, sending shivers down your spine and causing a small panting moan to escape you. 

Your left hand begins clutching at the sheets and as you feel your nipples peak and rub against the soft material of your shirt, you have no choice but to swiftly move your hand up and under to take hold of your own breasts and squeeze. You moan again as you begin to work your fingers faster over your clit.

Now in your head, Jeno stood before you shirtless. Seeing the ripples in the muscles of his abs, he flexes his arms, making you grow weaker. But you always felt like this whenever you saw him shirtless at the pool, or the beach. 

And you couldn't deny how fucking sexy he was — you wouldn’t?”

"What’re you thinking about?" 

You pause instantly, back arched, orgasm growing close and eyes squeezed shut. You can't decipher whether that voice was in your head or in real life so you just grow still and relax, trying to pretend it didn’t happen. 

Your breathing which was already heavy, grows even more so, this time with panic and worry. You don't want to open your eyes, scared of what you might see because you recognised that voice.

At least, you’re really fucking hoping Jeno’s voice is all in your head, because you’re seconds away from orgasm.

"I asked you a question." 

Your eyes fly open. He’s definitely not in your head. 

Ripping your hand away from your clit, you pull the other away from your nipple and force yourself into a seated position with your hands splayed behind to hold you up. You scream on instinct, he doesn't so much as flinch as he stands at the end of your bed. 

His eyes are dark, head low and looking up at you through his lashes. He has that smirk on his face, and his hands are fidgeting, rolling his fingers against his palm. Your eyes roam his body as your scream continues and you wish you hadn't, only because your scream turned into a moan as you spied his hard erection pushing against his jeans.

You gasp and look back at his face. 

"What're you doing Jeno?" You whisper-shout, even though the party downstairs would make it difficult for anyone to hear you anyway. 

Still, you didn’t want any party goers walking in on a flustered you in bed with Jeno and his very large, very prominent erection, standing at the base. 

Fuck. It's so big. You can tell from how it's breaking at the seams of his jeans to be let free. Your mouth waters at the sheer thought of his dick — wondering what it looks like, how it feels in your hands, in your mouth — how it tastes. 

Fuck no. Absolutely not. 

You shake your head, trying to rid the thoughts and ignore the fact your core is pulsing right now, begging for one last touch so you can explode into orgasm. You really fucking needed it.

"I asked you what you were thinking about?" He says lowly, and it causes your breathing to still.

“H-how long have you been standing there?" You whimper. 

He shrugs, “That doesn't matter, what does matter is-" he moves his head up, looking you dead in the eyes as he cracks his neck and then his fists in each hand. "-What you were thinking about whilst touching yourself? Was it me?" 

He smirks again and you stood up, throwing the duvet off of your legs. 

"Not a chance," He says sternly. You look at him again, face paling. 

"What do you mean, no?" you ask, cocking your head.

"I mean don't you fucking move-" His tongue came out to lap at his bottom lip as his eyes moved down your body, down your legs. 

You instantly went to grab the duvet again but he grabbed it first, ripping it from the bed and throwing it across the room. You get down on all fours, crawling to try and get it before him. 

"Jeno!" You exclaim, reaching your hand out for it but it was too far away. You look up at him on all fours, and from this angle... God. You gulp. 

"Give me my cover."

You try to wash away every fantasy of being in this position before him but you can't ignore the way you need his hard cock, seeping at the tip and begging for you to lick it, to suck it. 

Stop. No. Not now.

His hand comes to the side of your face, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear and you shiver at the touch. 

"Lie. Back. On. The. Bed." He commands.

Your eyes flutter shut for a moment and then slowly, you move to follow his command until you are back down on the bed. You keep your legs closed and hands on your stomach. 

You weren’t sure why you’re listening to him — obeying him . But something in you, some instinct is just screaming at you to let this play out, see what he wants.

"Touch yourself." He says and you blanch, your eyes growing wide and you sit up again, but one stern look from him has you lying back down again. "Touch yourself and tell me what you think of, how you feel, tell me everything Y/N."

Your name. He never bothers to call you that. Usually emphasising how you’re his best friend’s little sister with the nickname he’d given you. But honestly, you’re thankful for the nickname because hearing your actual name from his lips, all nasally and sensual, sends you spiralling. 

It makes you putty in his hands. And as for your hands? Well, they slowly spread your legs wide revealing your soaking wet cunt to him. You keep your eyes pierced on him, watching how his breath hitches, eyes glued to you. The way he automatically grabs his cock through his jeans and squeezes is like a reflex. Closing his eyes only briefly before they're back on you, on your core. 

You feel yourself growing red, the heat of embarrassment consuming you whole as you slide your hand down your stomach. As soon as your fingers make contact with your clit, your hips are bucking off of the bed and your back starts to curve. Building up your arousal doesn't take long. You were already half there, teetering on the edge. 

Except this time your eyes lock onto Jeno’s for real whilst your fingers are moving, soft moans leaving your lips. You spy his own hand on his cock, he hasn't pulled it free but he moves his hand back and forth over his shaft. You can see the way his arms tense as he moves and watches you.

You throw your head back with another moan. Seeing him stood there isn't enough, you need something more. You need him climbing on top of you, replacing your fingers with his. His hot breath against your neck as he rubs you harder and faster. 

"What are you thinking about?"

"You." You say breathily.

"What about me?"

Your eyes shoot open to stare at him, he looks tense and flustered. Just as bad as you. His hand stops moving on his cock and you make a mental note that he might've been close. Too close. And this might be over too soon.

"Your fingers on my clit, rubbing me," you throw your head back as the fantasy flashes again. 

"Yes, and what else?" He growls. 

"Your mouth." You breathe again.

"My mouth, huh?" He bites and your fantasy continues. 

"Yes. Everywhere." You cry out, orgasm seconds away. "Your mouth on me, about to- God, Jeno I'm gonna cum,” your back arches, hips bucking, fingers moving so fast and rough. 

"Look at me." Your eyes fly open at the command. "I want you to cum whilst looking at me."

And you do. The sheer dominance radiating off of him is the final straw that has you crashing down. 

Your orgasm rips through you as your hips lift so far off the bed. You moved your fingers through your orgasm, riding it out but finally, your hips fell back to the bed and you let out a heavy breath.

Before you could even open your eyes again, you felt two large arms wrap under your thighs gripping your hips, and suddenly you’re yanked to the end of the bed. Your eyes snap open, and your head lifts up as you spy Jeno on his knees at the end of the bed, his mouth centimetres from your dripping pussy.

"J-Jeno,” you mumble, just the sight of him has you moaning. 

You’re not sure if getting yourself off in front of him was the moment you both decided to cross the line; but now him manoeuvring between your legs, you knew you definitely had. Regardless, you know now you aren't ever going back to the dynamic you had before. 

"I’m gonna make those fantasies come to life baby.” 

He doesn't miss a beat. His tongue comes out and swipes a long lick up and through your folds. All common sense leaves your head as you fall back against the bed. 

"God, you taste so good. I fucking knew you would." 

He’s thought about this? You know you have. 

He repeats the motion again, this time focusing on your clit, making sure to run a smooth stripe along it, circling it only slightly, enough to have you wriggling. One of his hands splays over your stomach, holding your hips down. 

"I want you to cum on my tongue. I want to taste every drop of you,” you gulp, looking down at him between your thighs. You don't miss the dark pupils in his eyes and that daring look, the one telling you to follow his instructions. 

"Jeno, oh my god,” you cry out, your head flying back as his mouth attacks your clit. He sucks it in, flicking his tongue all over in a frenzied motion. 

You know he knows all the right ways to make a girl squirm. And you are fucking squirming. All over the fucking bed, you’d be breaking free from him if he didn't have his large veined hand holding your stomach down. Your stomach is now on show. Your t-shirt has risen up to just below your breasts and you see the way his eyes watch the movement as you move about, tits bouncing around.

And as if he can hear your thoughts he says,

"Take your top off." 

You do it without question, lifting the hem and throwing it over your head. Now you’re laying there completely naked. His hand that was on your stomach comes up and takes hold of one breast, instantly taking your nipple between his fingers and you hear him, no you feel him, moan into your pussy. 

The vibrations cause you to cry out, hands knuckling the bed sheets. 

"You're so fucking hot Y/N, God." He murmurs before attacking you again, his mouth working wonders.

And that tongue. You’re so close. You can feel it. 

Then you feel as he slides two fingers into you. Jeno curls his fingers inside of you, hitting some sort of sensitive spot, and as soon as his fingers massage that area inside you and his mouth returns to your clit, you explode.

You don't even know if the music downstairs would cover your screams as you fell into ecstasy. His hand on your breast doesn’t  move, but the one that had been hooked on your hip moves to splay against your stomach holding you down as he laps at you, riding you through your second orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. He pulls his fingers out, then his mouth away from you at just the right time.

You lay there spent. Completely. 

Eyes fluttering open. Jeno stood between your legs looking down at you. His cock looked painful in his jeans. You had once felt exhausted and ready to fall asleep but as soon as you saw his erection you shot up in your seat. You immediately fumble with his jeans until his hand comes to your jaw, pulling your head up to look into his eyes. He stares for a moment before blinking, taking a deep breath.

"You don't have to- I didn't do that for you to-"

"I want to. I want this." You nod eagerly,"I want you.” 

You lick your lips and it's as if something snaps in him, that moment of care vanishes and he lets go of your chin.

"Well then, suck my cock,” he says, standing there and you do as you’re told.

You unfasten his jeans, pull them down and then his underwear. His large erect cock springs free instantly and without a second thought you take hold of him in your hand. Your hands look tiny against his dick. 

You move your hand slowly up and down his cock, and notice how his thighs tense, then his stomach and you follow your eyes up until you meet his face. His head is hung low, eyes dark and hands clenched by his sides. Keeping your eyes on his, you lean forward and spy the precum, flicking your tongue out and taking it in to swallow down with a moan that makes him grunt. 

You moved so that your face was closer to his balls, then you stroked your tongue all along his length, and felt the way he flexed beneath your muscle. There’s a cocky smirk covering your face when you move back to the top and suck his tip into your mouth.

"Do you like sucking my cock?" He asks, his hand threading into your hair to start pulling on the roots to yank your head backwards. 

"Do you like it when I suck your cock, Jeno?" You flip the question with a smile the power in your hands. You continue working him and he flexes his hand in your hair.

"That's how you wanna play?" He grins at you.

You pretend to think for a moment, "I’m not playing anything." You move your head closer down his length, licking  another long stripe hearing how he curses under his breath and thrusts his hips towards you. "I just want to suck your cock." 

With that, you take him into your mouth, sliding down until you reach your limit. You can't take him whole, he’s way too big for that, but you take what you can. He coughs and splutters a bunch of inaudible words, but you just pull back up and repeat the motion, continuing to take him back into your throat. 

His hand stays threaded in your hair, keeping a rough hold so that you can't pull away — not that you wanted to.  

You love every second. Even as you feel him tensing, his hips moving as he thrusts into your mouth. You look up through your lashes to see his head thrown back as he moans out and hisses every so often when you drag your teeth along his cock. You can tell he likes it as the precum coats your tongue. That and the way he doesn't tell you to stop. 

"Do. That. Again."

And you do, watching his head fall forwards."Such a pretty sight, my cock filling your mouth. What do you think your brother would think about this?" he smirks and your face falls pale.

You almost stop sucking his dick but he doesn't let you, slamming his hips forwards so his cock hits the back of your throat.

Your brother.

Not a thought you want to think about right now but it is something you needed to consider. This was his best friend. You’d finally gotten the man so forbidden, always out of bounds. The whole time you didn’t know that he wanted you as much as you wanted him. 

You moan uncontrollably, and it must send vibrations along his cock as you feel it twitch in your mouth, his thrusts become sloppy and his grip on your hand grows tighter. 

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum." He grits out. "Are you gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours?" 

You look up at him. You can't speak so you try to nod. 

"God, you’ve always been the death of me," He thrusts several more times as you slide your tongue all over his length and tip. 

You do it a final time as you take him to the back of your throat, gliding your teeth along him which must've been his undoing as you felt the hot steaming cum splatter against the back of your throat. 

You pulled him out your mouth slowly. Even as he is softening he is still thick and large. You kitten lick the tip as he hisses, causing him to loosen his grip in your hair and you sit back, making sure to obviously gulp so he knows you swallowed every last drop of him. Leaning forwards, his hand comes to your chin and he moves his mouth so close to your you think he might kiss you but instead he says,

"Good girl." 

You hate the way those two words made you clench your thighs together. You thought the two orgasms were enough but no, you’re ready for more. You need more. 

He’s quick to remove his shirt, and as he lifts his arms his abs flex. You are point-blank gawking at him standing before you, making him smirk. 

That snaps you out of it. Remembering you are sitting here, soaking wet and naked before him. You crawl back on the bed and then realise you have no duvet so you have to pull your knees to your chest and cross your arms over your knees to cover yourself. 

He watches you, laughs and then shakes his head. He then moves, shoving off his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off until they both land on the floor.

"Wh-What are you doing?" You ask stuttering, thinking he should actually be getting dressed to leave.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asks. 

Can't he ever just give you a simple answer? 

Then you notice how his cock has sprung to life again and his hand moves to touch it. Moving up and down the length as he cracks his neck.

"You're h-hard again?" You stutter, eyes glued to the impressive size of him. 

"I'm always hard for you baby." He winks and for once, it didn't make you want to punch him. 

"Jeno, we can't." You shake your head.

 You’re already way past the line. Sex would destroy the whole scale. Still, the idea of him, his cock inside of you, whispering filthy things in your ear... it isn't something you can ignore. 

"You want it." He says point blankly. 

You gulp and remain silent. He moves onto the bed, kneeling and then crawls towards you until he is over you. His hair has fallen over his eyes — so fucking hot. "I know you want it, why try to deny it?" He cocks his head to the side, smugly.

"I-I'm not." You fidget. 

“Yes, you are." He ducks his head low, burying it in your neck. You feel his warm breath and your heartbeat rackets so loud. "You don't want to want me to fuck you,” His teeth graze your neck, sending you into a panting mess as he sucks and bites. 

He then pulls away and laps at the mark you know is there, the one he put there as a reminder tomorrow when you come to your senses that you did this.

"So I’ll ask again. What do you want?" He looks down at you, plump pink lips swollen and wet from his constant licking and biting them. 

You’re going to let your brothers best friend fuck you. And you’re going to love every second of it.

Not wasting another moment longer to think, you grab hold of his neck and lift your head whilst pulling him to you to smash your lips together. There’s heat, fire, and explosions of electricity. 

Your hands claw at his neck, his back, his sides. Anything to pull him closer. His crotch, his hard cock, grinds against your soaking hole and you groan out whilst continuing to kiss him. Both so desperate for each other. His hands skim down your body, kneading your breasts, your hips. He grabs hold of anywhere and everywhere. 

His lips detach from yours, giving you a moment to see how swollen they are before they're attacking your neck. He peppers kisses along your jaw, not sweet kisses but hard and sloppy kisses. Sucking and biting the skin causing your back to arch into his chest, pushing your breasts against him, making him moan. He thrusts his hips forwards, his cock sliding between your folds, hitting against your clit making you quiver.

"Fuck, we really shouldn't be doing this." He continues kissing you down your neck, reaching your collar bones that he also decides to leave marks on. 

"Jeno please," you cry out. Both of his hands move to your hips to hold you still. 

"Please what baby?" He smirks before moving lower to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck Jeno,” you cry out as he flicks his tongue over the bud, biting it harshly so you cry out again then soothing it with a soft warm suck.

"Please what baby?" He repeats. 

"Fuck me. Now!”

"And what about your brother?" he brings him up again and you roll your eyes. 

"Stop bringing him up," You moan as he takes your other nipple into his mouth, repeating the process.

"He'll kill us if he finds out." he grins.

"Then he can't find out," You pant out of breath as Jeno moves.

His face is so close to yours that your lips are only just touching, his chest is pushed against you and his cock sits lodged between your folds. You try to shift to gain some friction against your clit but his grip holds you still. His eyes flicker across your face then he says,

"I won't tell if you won't?" His lips caress yours in the faintest of movements. You flick your tongue out to wet your lips, but in the process he bites onto your muscle making you wince then moan, "What do you think, huh?” 

There’s no room for discussion — your body won’t let you. 

"I won't tell if you won't."

He doesn't miss a beat once he gets your approval. His lips are on yours as his hips thrust forwards. His cock thrusting inside of you, tearing you open as you pull your mouth away to cry out.

"Holy fuck."

He stills once inside you, making sure to push as far as possible until his pelvis meets your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist instantly.

"You feel so fucking good." He breaks from your kiss to breathe. "I always knew you would but this-" he looks down to where you are connected and he thrusts further, trying to get deeper but he can't possibly. "-this is better than anything I could've imagined." 

"Move, please." You grunt trying to lift your hips to encourage some movement. His eyes fly open, dark and daring. 

"Beg me." He smirks and does a tiny thrust, a teasing thrust.

"Fuck off,” you pant, trying to do it yourself but he uses his hips to pin you to the bed.

"Beg." He smiles and cocks his head to one side. "Me."

You hated his arrogance. But fuck, you want him so bad. So badly that you will beg.

"Please fuck me, Jeno." He pulls out of you and you suck in a deep breath.

"Again." He grins now. 

You can't bear to look at him but looking down means watching as he holds just the tip inside of me.

"Please. Fuck. Me." You pant, half moaning, begging for him. 

He thrusts so hard into you, you wince and moan out in pleasure. He hit so deep inside that you’re sure you’ll bruise.

"Anything for you, Y/N,” he whispers in your ear before sucking and biting on the lobe. 

Then he's pulling out and thrusting into you. Again. And again. And again. Harder and harder each time. Faster and faster. You lose your breath, becoming a big ball of pants and moans — just like  Jeno.

God, the sounds he makes. You’ve never heard someone so vocal before, but fuck it's hot. The small grunts he makes when he fucks you, the groans when you clench around his cock and feel yourself building. He moves his hands under your ass to lift it, plummeting into you from a new angle, going so much deeper.

"Your pussy is so tight. Fuck,” He says between thrusts, and gritted teeth. 

He seems to have found a weak spot right under your ear that has you clenching like mad around his cock. And he loves it. 

"How have you just been there in front of me this whole time? How have I stayed away from you?" He seems to be asking himself because he doesn’t press you for a reply. 

He removes his lips from your neck and sits back on his heels, his cock still inside of you, slowing his thrusts and he lifts your legs up, moving them over his shoulders. His head moves from side to side, placing a soft kiss on each ankle and for one second. You’re dumbfounded as he looks at you, a daring smirk written across his face. 

He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking your legs in a straight position against his chest on either side of his head, and then he begins pounding into you again. However this time, he moves one of his hands to your centre, his thumb moving closer to your clit. You feel how it grazes your nerves. He strums it once. Twice. Three times then you're wriggling around like a mess, back arching off as your orgasm tears through your body and you explode into euphoria. Again.

He rides you through it, fucking you as you clench and squeeze around him. A string of curse words come out of him, you feel him so close but he doesn't cum. He stops stroking your clit as you batted his hand away, you didn't realise you had been clenching the sheets with white knuckles until you relax your hands and feel a cramp in your palm.

Jeno slows his thrusts until he stills inside of you, his chest is moving up and down with each of his heavy breaths. You move your legs off of his shoulders, enjoying the movements as your legs feel strained too.

But as soon as your feet hit the bed, he grabs you and flips you so you land on your stomach. He pulls your hips up and slides into you again.

"Fuck!" You scream as he slams into you unapologetically. One hand holding your hip, the other trails along your back as he begins fucking you from behind. He leans over you, still ploughing, and comes closer to your ear.

"I always wanted to fuck you like this, you are always strutting around showing off, your ass? Do you like teasing me?" 

You don't even know what you like right now. Mind too focused on needed Jeno to fuck you any way he pleased. 

He grins, then shoves your head back down into the mattress, straightening his back and fucks you harder than you think you’ve ever have been before. You couldn't keep up with the movements, head a complete daze from all of the orgasms that he had given you.

You come to a conscious mind when a hard slap lands on your ass, it makes your pussy throb so he does it again, and again, rubbing over the area and soothing it before doing it again. Each time it makes you clench around him. 

"Jeno," you cry out between thrusts.

"Yeah, baby?" His voice sounded so much deeper, which told you he was close. That and the way his thrusts grew random and unstable.

"Want you to cum in me," You moan, clenching the sheets again. 

"I'm not wearing a condom," He grits through his teeth. 

"I'm on the pill,” you manage to say between heavy breaths. You needed him to cum in you now. 

He shakes his head, "Last thing I need is to get my best friend's little sister pregnant." And that was that because he thrust a few more times, then pulls out, and instantly, all over your ass and back you felt a hot liquid splatter about. 

As soon as his grip left your hip you fell straight down onto the mattress, and your body was thankful for it. Everything hurt. He'd destroyed you. Fucked you, well and truly. And you couldn't stop the smile on your face.

"I'll go get a cloth." He said through some heavy breaths then climbed off of the bed and went to your bathroom. He emerged a moment later, used the warm cloth to clean up his mess although you notice him take a minute to look at it.

"Admiring your work?" You asked him through a laugh, he looked at you and shook his head chuckling. 

"Trust me, if I could take a picture I would,” he wipes it away. Then he returned to the bathroom to throw the cloth in the hamper but as soon as he stood in the doorway of you heard three loud knocks on your bedroom door. 

"Y/N? You in there? Have you seen Jeno?" 

You shot up in bed, suddenly not tired or spent. Jeno’s eyes grew wide too.

You lifted your finger to your lips and gestured to Jeno to stay in the bathroom. He didn't hesitate as he shuts the door. 

Jaemin would fucking kill him and you, without a doubt. Only moments ago you had his best friend’s cum covering your ass. 

"One second," you shout,  jumping out of bed and grabbing your T-shirt. Then you rush over to the door, paint on your best sleeping face and yawn whilst opening it. 

"Oh, you were asleep?" Jaemin stood on the other side, hands braced on either side of the door frame.

You fake another yawn. He looks behind you and you turn too, fearful Jeno was standing there but then you spied your duvet cover on the other side of the room. Jamein frowned and looked back to you. 

"I was hot." You shrug. 

"Shit sorry," He quickly says. "I just can't find Jeno anywhere.” 

"He’s your friend not mine.”

"I don’t understand why you two hate each other," He rolls his eyes and you can't help but scoff at the irony. 

Hate wasn’t exactly the word you’d use for the guy that was just 8 inches deep inside of you. 

"Well, he's probably off getting high or fucking some girl.” 

“Better not be in our parent’s bed again,” he huffs, and your eyes go wide. “Fuck, he better not be doing it in my bed either,” he says to himself. 

And with that, he storms away heading for his room. Chuckling, you shut the door and Jeno emerges from the bathroom, a towel now wrapped around his waist and he stands there facing you. 

"That was close."

"Too close." You sigh. 

He dresses himself as you climb back in bed, getting your duvet back on and covering yourself with it. He walks over to the door and pulls it open, peeking outside to check the coast is clear, then once he does he turns to look over his shoulder at you.

"Our secret?" He says.

"Our secret." You nod and he steps out, not looking back and shuts the door.

You lie back on your bed, head falling into your pillows and laugh. 

But then you shake your head processing it all, moving your hand to cover your mouth, looking at the ceiling. 

You just fucked your brother’s best friend.

[miryum]

Hello, Bottom (Newt x Reader)

Another high school AU where Y/n always calls Newt “bottom” due to his locker that’s below hers. One day, after years of pining and fretfulness, he finds confidence from deep within and sasses back.

“Hey, bottom.” You comment, rifling through your locker. 

Newt huffs and rolls his eyes. You laugh as he slams his locker door. “God, I hate that you call me that.” 

“Well, you are, aren’t you? You have the bottom locker.” 

Newt stands and leans against the wall. “I always enjoy these conversations of ours. Gives me something to look forward to in between classes.” 

“Glad I could be of such service.” 

Meanwhile, Thomas and Minho stand by the wall, waiting for Newt to finish with his things. 

“It’s nice he’s talking to her.” Minho shrugs. “Remember the two years he couldn’t say a word so it was just awkward silence whenever he had to squat down beneath her?”

“Yeah,” Thomas chuckles, “that was funny. But I would’ve thought he’d have the guts to ask her out by now.”

“It’s Newt.” Minho counters. “He’s like, the most passive person ever. He overthinks everything. What if she says no?” He mimics Newt in a bad rendition of a British accent, “What if she doesn’t like me back? Then it’ll just be awkward and she’ll hate me and it’ll be so embarrassing!”

“Okay,” Thomas says, “but Y/n’s gotta like him back. Who else makes funny sexual innuendos at their locker neighbor? I just ignore mine.” 

“True.” 

Newt walked over to his friends, an odd pep in his step. “Hey guys,” he chirps, “what’s up?”

“The sky.” Thomas says while Minho, at the same time adds, “Not your relationship with Y/n.” Thomas lets out a loud laugh and high- fives Minho. 

Newt huffs and rolls his eyes. “Bug off.” 

“She’s friends with Sonya.” Thomas offers, “Can’t you just ask your sister?”

“No!” Newt shudders at the thought. “That would be too embarrassing.”

“But then you would have a definitive answer.” 

“I guess,” Newt sighs. 

“Well I don’t know much about girls,” Thomas says, “but why don’t you just ask her out? You guys already talk a lot; it’s just the next step.”

“Ugh! You don’t understand.” Newt whines, clearly frustrated. “I like her too much to put our friendship on the line.”

“Friendship?” Thomas frowns. “What friendship? You guys are just locker buddies.” 

“We have History together!” 

“Do you guys talk in History?”

Newt groans then admits, “Sometimes. Not all the time… but sometimes.” 

“Just try to be more confident next time.”

“I’ll try.” 

**

“Hello bottom!” You greets. 

Newt lifts an eyebrow, Minho’s words coming back to him. A shot of confidence races through him. “I can assure you, I am not a bottom.”

Your mouth falls open and you can’t think of a retaliation. Slowly, you shut your locker and look down at the boy who is smirking up at you. 

“Pardon?”

Newt chuckles and stands heart- beatingly close to you. “You heard me.”

“It’s a busy hallway. Please repeat it.” 

“I said,” Newt breathes, “I am most certainly not a bottom.”

You took a deep breath. “Anyway to prove it?”

“How about I take you out Friday night and I’ll show you?” 

“I have been waiting so long for you to ask that.”

“Really?” Newt blinks, taken aback. 

“Yeah.” You smile, “You’re really fun to hang out with. Not to mention cute.” 

Newt smiles back, blushing slightly. He glances down at his feet before looking up and meeting your gaze. “I’ve had a crush on you for over three years.”

“Are you kidding me?” Your mouth falls open. “I’ve liked you for three years! Why didn’t we go on a date sooner?”

“I… have no idea.” 

“Well, I gotta get to class.” You say, “I’ll see you Friday?” 

“Yeah. I’ll see you Friday.” Newt grins. 

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

After a moment of standing still, not wanting to leave Newt, you reluctantly step away. “Bye.” You wave to him, joining your friends as you head off to class.

Newt floats over to Thomas and Minho, the latter who says, “You idiot! I told you she liked you!”

“Yeah, you were right.” Newt’s lovesick smile never faded. “She likes me.”

[natimiles]

Come a Little Closer | Chapter 4

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Words: 3088

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

“What did you just say?” you asked, eyes wide. You were playing the piano but stopped abruptly.

“I won’t repeat myself,” Mozart said, crossing his arms. 

“What happened to the ‘she’s insufferable, blahblahblah’?”, you asked, imitating his voice. 

“Are you trying to mimic me? I don’t sound like that,” he deadpanned.

“She bought your affection with homemade chocolates.”

“What? No!” He was blushing a little, and you couldn’t help but think it was adorable. “And she didn’t buy any affection! I just said she’s not that bad!”

“Well, almost the same, considering it’s you talking. And tell your cheeks that, maybe if you convince them, they’ll stop blushing so hard.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t,” he groaned.

“So what happens now?” you asked curiously.

“What do you mean?”

“Will you tell her?”

“Tell her what…?” He tilted his head, confused by the conversation.

“That you like her!”

“What? Who said that?”

“If I may,” Arthur raised his finger, asking for a chance to say something. 

He was sitting in a corner, writing while listening to you two playing. He had already been there with you when Mozart arrived, and the musician almost had a heart attack seeing him in the music room. It took a lot of convincing to let your boyfriend stay, with you saying he'd simply enjoy the music.

“You may not,” Mozart looked at you, silently complaining that the writer was already breaking the promise of staying quiet.

“Arthur might have something useful,” you said. “You know, lots of experience with lots of people,” you teased, suppressing a smile.

“Aw, c’mon,” Arthur pouted. He didn’t like it when you teased him about it; it reminded him of a time when you wouldn’t even bat an eye in his direction. And with Mozart around, grinning, he knew the musician was judging and thinking he wasn’t worth your while.

“Sorry, I can’t resist this cute face,” you laughed.

“Gross,” Mozart mumbled.

“Please, tell us,” you pretended not to hear your brother.

“I was just gonna say that if you think she’s not so bad or whatever, you might think of her as a friend, right? Then give her something. You can say it’s in return for the chocolates. Buy her something cute, write her a song… something like that,” he shrugged.

“That’s actually helpful,” you said.

Arthur gasped and feigned offense. “Excuse me, did you think I’d say something stupid?” 

“Can I answer that?” Mozart asked, looking at you with a mischievous smile.

“Seriously,” you giggled. These almost domestic moments made you feel all giddy inside. It was like Mozart was starting to get used to your boyfriend and you felt really happy. You just wouldn’t say anything out loud, or the musician would deny it with his life and probably go back to his petty demeanor. “Arthur is right, it won’t kill you to give her something. Let’s call it a friendship gift.”

“Gotta be something she might really like, you know,” a teasing smile danced on Arthur’s face. “Ask her out, tell her you love her, kiss her…” 

Mozart didn’t even make an effort to say something, his glare spoke loud and clear that he’d kill Arthur if he didn’t stop talking.

“Just think about it,” you placed your hand on Mozart’s shoulder and squeezed it to show your support for him.

xxx

If Mozart was honest, he was already thinking about MC a lot, even before telling you about the chocolates she gave him a few days ago. Well, if he was really being honest, even before she gave him the chocolates. Something changed inside his mind after that stupid double date, he just couldn’t put his finger on what.

He thought about MC almost all day. Sometimes he couldn’t concentrate enough to compose, and when he did, it all sounded too soft. He wanted a powerful song, not a calm lullaby. However, the notes kept coming to his head like this, and he couldn’t just let them go to waste; he had to write down every single one.

The conclusion he came to was that he grew accustomed to MC, and wanted to be friends with her. You suggested he should say something and give her a friendship gift, but was it right? He never announced to any of his friends that he considered them friends. Not that he had many friends, anyway, but he didn’t do any of it with you or with Jean. It was automatic and smooth, just happened. It was only friendship, after all.

Then why in God’s name did he have the urge to follow yours and Arthur’s stupid advice? 

“Hi, Herr Mozart!" MC greeted upon entering his music room. Life had a funny way of making him decide. "I brought you some blanc, coffee, and a slice of cake.”

“Thank you,” he said. She paused for a second in the middle of the room, looking at him curiously. “What?”

“Heh, it’s the first time you've thanked me,” she smiled and set the tray on the coffee table.

“It’s not,” he frowned, trying to remember. He didn’t like realizing that she was right. “Well, I’ll remember to thank you from now on. And to thank you for the chocolates.”

“Don’t worry about it, Herr Mozart.”

“Could you stop calling me that?” He crossed his arms. She tilted her head in confusion and he huffed. “Herr Mozart. Aren’t we friends now?”

“We are?” Her whole face illuminated. “Okay, Herr Wolfgang,” she said, smiling innocently, and he deadpanned. “I’m kidding, Mozart. ”

“Good,” he nodded.

There were a few seconds of comfortable silence while Mozart studied MC. She was just standing there, looking as happy as she always did, maybe a little happier now that he told her they were friends. It made him feel warm inside, probably one of the things a new friendship did to someone, or so he convinced himself at the time.

“I want to thank you for the chocolates,” he blurted out.

“There’s no need! I mean, the chocolates were already a thank-you,” she giggled.

“But I want to. It’s also a friendship gift and it’s already done, so you can’t deny it,” he said, his lips almost pouting. MC thought she might be dead because he was never so nice and soft with her before. She didn’t mind this new side at all. 

“Okay,” she said with a smile.

“Great! Come sit here,” he dragged another bench for her to sit beside him.

She complied with his wish, walking shyly. She had never sat so close to him or stayed for so long in his music room before. The big window right in front of them framed the sunset, the garden tinged with its colors. She kind of understood why his music room was right here and how he got so much inspiration; it was a beautiful view.

“I made you a song,” he said plainly.

“What?” Her gaze finally shifted from the window to the musician. He had put a new sheet on the music shelf. She noticed it didn’t have a title yet; perhaps he was still working on it. His hands poised above the keys, awaiting her attention. She gazed back at his face and smiled, her eyes shining expectantly. “Really? That’s amazing!”

Mozart’s lips quivered just a bit, but it was enough for her to catch his tiny smile. She’d have a lot to get used to now that he considered her a friend. He adjusted himself, and his fingers began to dance across the piano. If a soft song was all he could compose while she plagued his thoughts, then that would be the perfect present for her.

She couldn’t stop smiling, thinking he composed that beautiful song for her. She didn’t know what was on his mind while composing it, but she was certain he really meant to be her friend and didn’t dislike her anymore — if composing a song for her wasn’t already enough of a clue, in the first place.

Although soft and calm, it didn’t exude a sad vibe; it was relaxing. It made her feel happy, comfortable, and at ease, as if she belonged, as if she were already home. She closed her eyes, paying attention to every single note, trying to engrave it in her brain. She planned to ask him if she could take it with her when she went back to the future. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about it, but she set it aside; she would just enjoy every happy moment she could for now.

When Mozart played the final notes, she opened her eyes with a content sigh. Her bright smile illuminated the room like its own sun, and it seemed contagious as he found himself smiling back — a genuine and easily visible smile. He gazed intently at her, trying to figure out if she liked it or not. He knew she enjoyed his songs, she had said so on the double date. However, this was a different occasion. It wasn’t like the banquet when he played for everyone or a performance to a room full of aristocrats. It was more intimate, despite his reservations in assuming so, and he’d like to hear her say something, anything.

“So…,” he turned his body to get a better look at her.

“I don’t even know what to say… It was breathtaking! Nobody’s ever given me such an amazing and thoughtful gift.”

“I was aiming for it,” he grinned.

She giggled. This new side of the musician was so easy to get along with. He was still full of himself, but his tone wasn’t rude anymore, it was playful. She felt like she could stay there the whole day, and they would be able to talk about anything, or just stay in silence and appreciate good music.

“Thank you, Mozart!” Her voice was no louder than a whisper, but he heard it.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“I guess we’d be trapped in a loop, huh? I thank you, then you thank me… and so on,” she laughed.

MC looked back at the music sheet. She didn’t know how to read it, but there was something captivating about knowing it was written for her. She couldn’t stop staring at it. And Mozart couldn’t stop staring at her. He couldn’t tell exactly what it was, it could be the sunset hitting her face in the most beautiful way he’s ever seen; or it could be how her shoulder relaxed and her body was leaning a little bit to him so she could get a better view of the sheet. Whatever the reason, she looked radiant and he couldn’t bring himself to stop staring at her. A breeze swirled the curtains, carrying a sweet scent with it. He thought it was probably the flowers in the garden.

“Can I… ask you something?” she said sheepishly, looking back at him. “If I’m not overstaying my welcome, that is.”

“You can,” he said simply, feeling intoxicated by her reactions and dizzy from the scent.

“Can you play it again, please?” She probably didn’t even realize, but she gave him such puppy eyes, he thought he wouldn’t be able to deny it even if he wanted to. 

He let out a small laugh through his nose. “Of course.” 

She beamed at him, sliding on the bench to come a little closer. She fiddled with her fingers and bit her lip, still looking into his eyes. He followed her motions without noticing, and she took a deep breath.

“Can I ask one more thing?”

“Now you’re taking advantage of me,” he teased. He felt like if he answered seriously, he’d say something he shouldn’t.

“Sorry. I just… Could you teach me how to play it?”

He looked taken aback. “You’re interested in learning music?” His heart fluttered at the prospect of spending even more time with her, teaching what he knew. However, it sank back down the next second.

“I-I just…” She blushed and looked away, gnawing the inside of her cheek. “I don’t wanna forget it when I go home,” she whispered. “I wanna be able to keep listening to it.”

Of course.

She wasn’t from that time, she didn’t live there. She was there by accident and she was going home soon — sooner than he liked. He narrowed his eyes while examining her face, the gears inside his mind turning at a scary speed, trying to think of everything, all at once. It was a weird and unpleasant feeling, almost like when he rode a carriage. The fear of crashing.

MC looked back at him when he spent the last minute in complete silence, only staring at her with an unreadable expression. She was starting to feel shy and self-conscious. Perhaps she had crossed a line. He had just said he considered her a friend, and she was already asking for favors.

“I’m sorry,” she said, searching his face for any trace that he was mad or annoyed by her request. “It’s probably too much to learn in such a short time. Forget it, I don’t wanna be a burden.”

“No, it’s not a burden,” he said. “There are some tricky parts, but I guess I can teach you.”

“Oh, okay… Thank you, Mozart!” She presented him with a tiny smile, one that would probably be the cause of his second death.

He could feel every beat of his heart against his ribs and the sweet, alluring scent filling his music room. It was far from pleasant, but he suppressed a grimace. He didn’t want her to think there was something wrong or that he didn’t want to spend time teaching her. He’d try and bury it down, until he could understand exactly what it was.

xxx

In the next couple of days, Mozart and MC shocked everyone in the mansion. They spent a lot of time together, talking and being friendly to each other. You couldn’t help but tease your brother whenever you had the chance. He’d always roll his eyes and say something snarky. He called it a friendship, like you and he first had, but you could tell something was different. He was different, his eyes wavered every time someone mentioned MC going back to the future.

You went to the music room to play a little bit in your free time — and to try to pry into Mozart’s new so-called friendship, you wouldn’t deny it. You talked about amenities, trying to get into the topic you most wanted. And you got it when he played you the music he composed for MC, that you hadn’t even heard yet. If it was a few weeks ago, he’d play it for you first. You smiled thinking about how he was changing and wasn’t even aware.

“Is it finished?” you asked. 

“It is. I already played it for her,” he said, a tiny smile on his lips.

“Won’t you give it a title?” You pointed to the top of the sheet.

“I suppose,” his smile faltered.

Mozart tried and failed. To be more precise, he had one; he just couldn’t use it. Every time he composed, he easily thought of a good title. It was always the first thought that crossed his mind while playing the whole song for the first time. He was so used to it, his hand would just slide across the sheet music and write it down without much thought. But not this time. His hand stopped, and he pulled it back abruptly when he realized what he was about to write: Meine Liebe.

“Um… Did she not like it?” you asked cautiously, sensing how his mood dropped suddenly.

“No, she liked it. A lot.”

“Then what’s wrong?” you frowned, nudging him with your elbow to make him look at you.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he replied too fast. It made it even more obvious how something was bothering him, but he didn’t want to talk about it.

“... Is it because she’s leaving soon?” you asked as softly as you could. 

He glanced at you with an irritated expression. He didn’t say anything and didn’t have to. He hated how he couldn’t hide things from you. He knew that expression you were making, it was the one you did every time you were right about something and were about to rub it in his face. He never realized you learned it from him, beginning to do that when you two started bonding as siblings and spending a lot of time together.

“What?” he asked, annoyed.

You shrugged and smiled. “Just thinking how you and MC are closer now.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

You snorted, squinting your eyes. “I mean you’re different, but in a good way. You’ve changed so much in the past three weeks, but you didn’t even realize it by yourself, so I’m telling you now. It’s okay if you’re gonna miss your friend.” You emphasized the word on purpose, to push his buttons.

“What are you implying?” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m not implying anything. I’ll straight up say it,” you were serious, and that stunned him in surprise. “It can all start with a friendship, and maybe that’s even easier. Try to understand what you feel. It won’t hurt to just think, right? But you gotta be fast. I know you’re aware of this, and that’s the whole reason for this sour mood of yours right now… Your time is running out.”

Mozart frowned but didn’t find the words to say something back to you. You smiled gently and placed your hand on his head, guiding him to rest it on your shoulder, for comfort. You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, and he sighed loudly, a comfortable silence taking over the room.

He was stubborn, but he actually listened to you and thought about it. He wasn’t that dense; he could feel something was changing. He noticed the sweet scent was only present when she was around. Even now, he was sitting close to you, but couldn’t smell anything different — and sometimes you wore some really sweet perfume.

He knew what it meant, Comte explained it to all of them when they were reborn. He just didn’t want to acknowledge it, not without being a hundred percent sure.

Later, he lay down in his bed and stared at his ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in his whole life. His mind wouldn’t settle down, and he couldn’t sleep.

It wasn’t as easy and painless as you said.

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Read: Chapter 5

[starynightcreator]

It's Not All Bad

Chapters: 2-8

Characters included: Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harington

Word Count: 4,893

No use of Y/N

18+! May be triggering to some!

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Kissing, Shy/ Anxious Reader, Sweet/Protective Eddie, Jealousy, Cursing, Alcohol use, Yelling, Heartbreak, Betrayal, & Friends To Lovers.

Summary: After a betrayal from your best friend and boyfriend, you find comfort in the arms of eddie.

Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. This is my first story and I'm a little nervous.

!Must give credit when re-sharing/ sharing. Don't take credit please and thank you!

PART TWO:

“Star it’s me, may I come in?”

That of course made you laugh (which Eddie heard giving him butterflies and a silly smile. He was happy you didn’t see that.) as it was his van but man did you love how he was so sweet to you. “Yes Edds you may enter.” Once in the van Eddie sits on the pillow next to you. “Hmmm sweet little place you got here.” As you laughed you said “Well it actually belongs to this really sweet guy I know. But he lets me borrow it occasionally.” You could see Eddie's smirk which gave you butterflies. It wasn't fair you thought. How even his smile could drive you crazy. You knew if he said a damn thing you’d be a goner so before he could get a word out you ask. “Hey Edds?’’“Yeah?’’“Do you wanna go to the party with me tomorrow? Steve and Nancy have barely been around so I don’t think they’d wanna come.’’'I'd love to go with you Star.’’“REALLY!? I mean okay cooollll.”“Oh my gosh yes *mimics REALLY!”“You’re an ass.”“I have one thank you for noticing.”“Wait I-”“Star have you been staring at my ass?!”“NO!”“Then why’d you call me one?!”“I hate you.”“No you don’t.”“You like me oh and it seems you like my ass too.”“EDDIE SHUT UP!” (at this point you are bright red). “Look I hear your words but your face says the complete opposite.” You always hated how easily he got to you or how red you always got. No matter how hard you try to hide your reaction from him your face would rat you out. “I’m not going to look at you anymore.” “Awe no Star don’t do that.”“Why not?” Eddie had to think for a moment as what he wanted to say he couldn’t. He wanted to say well then I can’t look at your beautiful face or then I can’t kiss you…But he couldn’t. You were with Steve, happy or not. You are a very loyal person and he knew even if it was something you wanted but it happened while still in a relationship with Steve you’d be crushed to know you just cheated on your partner. So he said this instead. “Because if you turn around then I'll leave.”“Hey wait! Don’t do that!”“See you do like me!” At this point you are so red that you are now burning up. Normally you’d leave the person causing this or ignore them. But you liked spending time with Eddie and never wanted to waste a minute. “I plead the fifth. But umm could you maybe take me home. I don't wanna walk.”“Yeah I can do that, come on.” The drive home was silent but a comfortable silence. The kind where you feel safe and wish it was like that all the time. The silence that feels like a warm hug. Times with Eddie were always good. Even when you’d have fights as you’d make up and go back to whatever y'all were doing. Steve hated silence so anytime it got like this he would do something loud or disruptive. People always thought differently about the two boys but Eddie spent so much time running around being a dork at school by the time he was home he needed time to relax. But Steve was like a switch one minute he was chill the next minute he was go, go, going. Eddie finally arrived at your home and once he pulled in he parked and as usual he ran to open your side of the door for you. (such a gentleman) “M’lady”“Oh why thank you. What would I ever do without my knight in shining armor” You knew you were going to forever regret those words but you didn’t care because they were true. He was that and more to you. But boy will he tease you for saying that. But shockingly he was more flattered and his teasing was a bit more flirty….you got so many butterflies just from his smile alone. Once you’ve finally made it to the front door Eddie finally speaks. “Oh I'm your knight now am I?” Eddie slowly starts walking towards you as you both speak (you are leaning on the front door that has yet to be opened). “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I think you are hearing things.” “Star, my hearing is fine. Don’t be a smartass now.” You knew you weren’t getting out of this so you thought you’d try something. “You gotta pay the Star fee first.”“The Star fee?”“Yup.”“Okay what is it?”“A hug.”“A hug?”“A hug, yes.” You thought he’d decline and maybe change the subject so you figured you’d move on until…..

[teaberrii]

Chapter Seven: The President's Roommate

You and Cyno can’t be more different. He’s Akademiya’s perfect student council president. You’re a labelled, cursed delinquent who changes into a cat for eight hours when kissed.

When Cyno gets a complaint about you, he’s forced to take action, only for it to lead to unexpected circumstances.

Cyno/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Cyno is pleasantly surprised that you’re drinking responsibly. Not that he doubted you, but he hoped your drinking habits didn’t mimic what was shown in movies or TV. However, it does make him wonder if you drink just as responsibly around Jebrael and Rahman. An image of you knocked out drunk on the table with a bright red face comes to mind. With beer bottles scattered around you, you raise an empty one, look Cyno in the eyes, and demand more.

Cyno slightly shakes his head. Let’s… not go there again.

He walks into the lounge with a drink and sees you at the back, talking with Tighnari and Candace. You seem relaxed and comfortable, and most importantly, you seem like you’re having a good time. Upon hearing a loud cheer from a small crowd of students nearby, Cyno turns to his left and sees your friend walk out of the room. He gives you one last glance and follows her.

“Hey.”

She stops and turns around. “Ah, Cyno!” Cyno notices she’s fidgeting. Out of nervousness, perhaps? “Do you need something?”

“Could we chat?”

She forces a small smile. “What about?”

Cyno thinks about being blunt and mentioning you directly, but he figures that would put her off. She’d probably start avoiding him. So, he decides to take a different approach.

"You probably know that I've been asked to deal with the complaints about Y/N," Cyno says. "Your name keeps coming up the more I investigate." Cyno opens the door, leading to an empty patio, and gestures for her to head outside. So she does, a little reluctantly, but it means she's willing to talk. "I want to hear your side of the story."

“My name?” she asks cautiously, turning around. “What have you heard, Mr. President?”

“The conversation in the parking lot? Let’s start with that.”

“That… was a misunderstanding,” she says calmly. “I think she got confused.”

“About?”

She leans against the railing. "She thought I spread those weird pictures of her and those guys." Then, she chuckles softly. "Funny, isn't it? Why would she think it was me when it was obviously that student? She should've gone to him, not me."

“It’s just something I heard… that student said it was you who told him you saw her at The Red Sand.”

“Me? That’s ridiculous! How would I know where she spends her free time?”

Cyno raises a brow. "Aren't you two friends?" She opens her mouth, but he cuts her off. "Even if you didn't know where she goes, you knew where she lived. You didn't hesitate to give me her address back at the teacher's lounge, remember?"

“I was helping you, and now you’re using this to accuse me?”

“You're looking at this the wrong way,” Cyno says. “I want to find out what’s going on so I can deal with things appropriately. If I don’t ask the people involved, I wouldn't get anywhere."

“Can I trust you?” She crosses her arms. “I heard you’re close with her. Or is that just an act, Mr. President?”

Is she finally exposing her true colours?

"With all due respect, whether I am or not is my personal business." That came out a lot more hostile than he intended. "If nothing is going on, you wouldn't care if I am or not. None of this would be happening in the first place, and even if it did, you'd want to clear up the misunderstanding as soon as possible. There wouldn't be any ambiguity."

The silence drags on… and on… and on… but Cyno doesn't mind. He can see it in her eyes, an inner battle of whatever emotion holds her hostage. Finally, she clenches her fist, takes a small breath, and says with a shaky voice, "I hate her." She smiles wryly. "Mr. President… do you know who she is?"

She knew? For how long?

“Would you believe me if I said she’s part of a criminal organization?” She scoffs quietly. “Probably not, huh? Someone like her? She doesn’t look the part.”

That's true. You obviously don't look like you'd be part of an organized crime syndicate. But your reputation is already in dangerous territory. Even if that got around, it sounds like a joke that people wouldn't take seriously, but probably add on by saying you're next in line.

Oh, wait.

“How are you so sure?” Cyno asks.

She pushes herself off the railing and walks past him but stops just before reaching the door. “A word of advice, President.” They look at each other at the same time. “It would be in your best interests to stay away from her.”

Then, she’s gone.

What… was that? She sounded so confident. Yet, this sparks another question: why? Surely she has evidence to back up her claims. But why resort to rumours and dragging in other people to confirm your identity? It's strange and seemingly a waste of time… or is there something he's missing? Still, the overarching questions remain.

Why is she doing this? Why does she hate you so much?

Cyno pushes open the door and heads back to the lounge. When he gets there, Candace waves him over.

“Cyno! Over here!”

As soon as he walks over, Candace slides him an empty glass. When Cyno sees two large bottles of alcohol on the counter and empty glasses, he thinks he knows what's coming. You're standing across from him, looking a little nervous. Cyno glances at Candace; he's almost positive that Candace had something to do with getting you involved. But let's think positively. Maybe this game of Truth or Drink will bring everyone a little closer.

“Tighnari, you first!”

“M-me?”

Candace laughs. “Why are you getting so nervous?”

“Is that my question?”

One of the girls clears her throat. “Of course not, silly. Your question is… have you ever read erotic fiction?”

"Starting off with the hard-hitting questions, huh?" Candace asks.

Tighnari’s face starts turning red, and everyone starts laughing. Then, he clears his throat and says as calmly as he can, “Yes. I have.”

A collective ooh echoes throughout the room, and then one student asks, “Would you recommend it?”

Cyno sees you trying to hold back a snicker as everyone pesters Tighnari over specifics about what he read. The way your bottom lip curl inwards and your eyes light up. Cyno doesn't know Candace notices his little smile when he's looking at you. She has to hold back an amused grin herself. It isn't until you glance at him does Cyno casually look away.

One of the boys turns to Cyno. “Next is Mr. School President!”

“I have one,” Candace says. “What is your ideal date?“

"That's such an easy question, Candace!"

"Yeah! Let's go with something... spicier."

Candace shrugs. "Good luck getting anything spicy out of him. He's never been on a date."

Silence. It’s so quiet that Cyno can probably hear a cricket chirp.

One of the students look at him. “Is that true, Cyno? You haven’t been on a single date?”

Tighnari chuckles. "More like he never saw it as a date. Maybe the other person did, though."

"Gosh," you say. "How many hearts have you broken, prez?"

Cyno clears his throat and says, "To answer Candace's question... just being with the person I like is enough."

"Such a standard answer!" a student pipes up.

"Yeah, but it suits him... don't you think?"

Candace claps her hands. “Okay, okay, Cyno answered the question. Let’s move on.”

“I have one for you, Candace.”

“I don’t like the look you’re giving me, Tighnari,” Candace deadpans.

“Have you ever gone to a strip club?”

Candace narrows her eyes as everyone waits with bated breath. It isn’t until Candace reaches for the alcohol that everyone starts probing for details. Once she slams the empty glass on the table, she says, “Moving on!”

“Let’s take things up a notch!” A girl looks at you and smiles. “Are you attracted to anyone in this room?”

A boy rolls his eyes. "Yeah, that's really next-level stuff."

The girl hits him. "Fine. Let me rephrase my question then." She looks back at you. "How many people in the room are you willing to hook up with?"

“Could we have a little variety in the questions?” you ask.

“Are you trying to get out of answering, Catnip?” Tighnari asks with a small smile, and you frown at him. “You don’t have to say who. Just give a number.”

"None," you say confidently. Tighnari gives you a skeptical look, and you return it with a deadpan stare. "I prefer lasting relationships."

As the game continues, more people are starting to get tipsy, including you. When the game enters its final round, and it's your turn to answer, your cheeks already have a rosy glow, and your eyes are a little bloodshot.

"Okay, I have an easy one for you, Catnip," Tighnari says. His face is even redder than yours. "What do you think of Cyno?" As you stare at the vice president with wide eyes, it's as if the question makes you sober.

“Ah, I don’t think she wants to answer that,” a student says, already filling your glass with alcohol. Cyno narrows his eyes and takes your glass before you can take it yourself. “H-hey, Cyno! What are you doing?”

“I’ll drink for her.”

“You sure? You’ve been drinking more than usual.”

But Cyno doesn’t care. He downs it anyway.

“Your alcohol tolerance is pretty high, Cyno.”

Then, the lounge doors open, and a professor walks in with a hand on his hip. "Hey, it's time to wrap up! Get to your rooms. Don't forget you have to get up bright and early tomorrow."

After everyone cleans up the lounge and starts heading to their rooms, Cyno makes sure to be behind you, watching you closely as you sway when walking to your room. Unable to take it anymore, Cyno walks faster and stops before you. You slowly look up at him and surprisingly smile.

“Do you need something, prez?” You look like you're drunk but don’t sound like it. Cyno isn’t sure how to react when you hit his chest. “You’re in my way.”

Cyno turns around and crouches. “Get on.”

He isn’t expecting you to laugh, but then again… what should he be expecting? “Prez, I’m fine! I’m too heavy, anyways.”

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

You hit his back. “I’m not made of glass, you know. I can—”

Cyno takes your hand and gently pulls you forward, using just enough force, so you land on his back. Then, he effortlessly stands, and your arms naturally go around his neck and legs around his waist.

“I guess I’ll see you back at the dorm,” Tighnari says, coming up beside Cyno.

“What happened to Candace?”

“She’s already back at the dorm. Knocked out.” Then, Tighnari smiles at you. “Have to admit… she is kind of cute.”

Cyno gives his friend a look and says, “I’ll be back soon,” and walks off before his friend can say anything else.

Cyno occasionally walks by a few students who don't bother to hide their stares. Of course, Cyno doesn't spare them a glance.

“Hey… prez.”

Cyno is fully aware of how close your face is to his. “Yes?”

“You… you didn’t have to drink for me back then.”

Cyno sighs. "You would be more drunk if I didn't."

“You know… you know”—a soft laugh—“you know what I think of you, prez?”

He's not in the mood to bicker with you, especially when you won't remember anything the next day. So, he keeps quiet, hoping that it will be enough to end the conversation. But, instead, he feels your lips on his ear, and the heat rush to his cheeks. Are you always touchy-feely when you're drunk? Or… is it because it's him?

“You’re kind of annoying… and such an o-overachiever.” Really? Is that what you really think of him? “But… but… you’re kind of okay.” Kind of okay? It’s better than nothing, he supposes. “And I…” You… what? Cyno slowly turns to you, not expecting that one little action to be enough for your lips to brush against his cheek.

A puff of smoke. A weight lifted off his back. Clothes fall to the ground. And… a panicking school president. Cyno feels something fluffy, and he immediately looks behind him and sees a knocked-out white cat with a red face.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, he can’t help but think it’s his first time seeing and carrying a drunk cat.

Cyno is clueless. Absolutely clueless. How long does this curse last? What happens when you change back? The last thing Cyno wants is for you to misunderstand, thinking he took advantage of you while drunk. He's in a pickle… and it had to happen on a school trip.

By now, Cyno has already gathered your clothes. He uses some for you to lie on while the rest is a makeshift blanket. He's carrying you in his arms, and you're curled against him, four paws up, and shifting to make yourself comfortable. Despite how cute you look, Cyno wants to scream.

“Hey, Cyno.” He never knew that a greeting could almost cause a heart attack. Cyno turns around and sees your other roommate walking up to him. As soon as she sees you, she stops. “Where did the cat come from?”

“I found her nearby,” Cyno says quietly.

"She looks adorable!" When Cyno steps closer to her, she gestures for him to stop. "But I'm allergic…."

“Oh… I didn’t know.” Well, there goes one of his options.

“Are you taking her back to your room?” Then, she chuckles. “She seems to like you.” Cyno glances down and hears you purring in his arms. “Well, have a good night!”

A stressful one is more like it.

Cyno cautiously opens his door. As soon as he notices Tighnari is in the shower, Cyno quickly heads to his room and closes the door. He sighs softly and then hears a soft meow. He looks down and sees you looking up at him with wide eyes. Are you sober now?

You raise a paw. Are you asking him to hold it? His hopes are dashed when you suddenly swipe at his hand and jump onto his bed. Hold up. Are you mad? You're walking around his bed until you get comfortable on his blanket. When Cyno gets on the bed and drags the blanket, you suddenly look up and meow angrily at him.

“You’re going to catch a cold,” Cyno says sternly.

You meow again. Your front paws are now spread on the blanket as if to assert your dominance over his blanket. Cyno frowns. Should he be expecting any different? He starts dragging the blanket until you bite it and look up at him with wide eyes.

“You really are stubborn,” Cyno says quietly.

Unbeknownst to Cyno, Tighnari has finished his shower and notices that his friend’s door is closed.

“Hey, Cyno, why is—” Tighnari stops when he sees his friend wrestling with a cat on the bed. The cat is lying on its back, its front paws caging Cyno’s hand. After a prolonged silence of everyone staring at each other, Tighnari finally asks, “Where did the cat come from?”

Cyno gets up just as you roll upright. “I found her nearby.”

"Nearby?" Tighnari asks, sitting on the edge of his friend's bed. "Weren't you bringing Catnip back to her room?"

Cyno glances at you, and he's surprised you're looking back at him. "She was wandering the corridor," Cyno says.

You slowly walk to Tighnari, who then scratches your chin. "A cat just wandering the corridor? Surprised no one's found her. Maybe she belongs to the owner."

“Maybe."

“I guess you’re going to let her stay the night.” You walk back to Cyno’s blanket and curl yourself on top of it. Then, Tighnari chuckles. “Looks like you have no choice.”

Before his roommate leaves, Cyno says, "Hey, Tighnari." His friend turns around. "Could you not tell anyone about this?"

“That you surprisingly brought a cat back to our dorm? Sure. But… what’s the big deal?”

“Pets aren’t allowed in the dorms.” Suddenly, Cyno feels you dig your claws into his back. He turns around and sees you frowning at him.

As Cyno slowly picks you up and puts you on his lap, Tighnari laughs. “It doesn’t seem like she likes to be called a pet.”

“Well, she’s going to have to settle for that for the time being,” Cyno deadpans.

You swipe at his face, but Cyno grabs your paw. Tighnari looks from Cyno to the cat and back to his friend and asks, “Something wrong?”

“Nothing,” Cyno says, still looking at you. “I just never knew cats could be so picky.”

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It's the middle of the night when Cyno opens his eyes. He feels something furry brush against his leg, so he lifts up his blanket and sees you slowly crawling up the bed. However, as soon as you see him, you stop, eyes wide as if caught doing something you shouldn't be doing.

When Cyno went to sleep, you had made yourself comfortable on the windowsill. While Cyno had made it clear that you're welcome to sleep on his bed, you still opted for the windowsill. So, the last thing Cyno is expecting is for you to want to sleep with him.

Cyno lifts off the blanket and picks you up. He hears you meow softly as he puts you on the empty space of his pillow. Cyno puts the blanket over you and lies back down himself. You’re staring at each other when he gently scratches the top of your head.

“Goodnight, Catnip.”

◆◆◆

The next time Cyno awakens, you’re nowhere to be found. He’s quick to notice that your clothes are gone, and his first thought is that you turned back… but where did you go? Cyno gets out of bed just as Tighnari opens his door.

“Oh, good! You’re up!”

Cyno looks at his friend. “Have you seen Cat—the cat?”

“No. Don’t tell me you lost her.”

"I wouldn't say I lost her…."

Tighnari looks around. “Well, we’ll have to look for her some other time. We have a class this morning.”

Tighnari closes his friend’s door, leaving him to wonder if everything that happened yesterday had been a strange but pleasant dream.

When Cyno and Tighnari arrive for their first period, you're already there with Candace and some students from yesterday night. You're wearing different clothes, so you must have returned to your dorm before the early morning class.

"Hey!" Candace waves them over.

Before he and Tighnari could join the rest of the group, you immediately excuse yourself to go somewhere else. 

"Is Catnip okay?" Tighnari asks, watching you leave.

"Ah... she has a bad hangover. So, I gave her some medicine." Candace says.  

Tighnari looks at her. “Hopefully, your hangover wasn’t too bad."

Their conversation falls on deaf ears as Cyno glances at you, who's grabbing a drink nearby. You meet his eyes, and the first thing you do is look and walk away, which takes Cyno by surprise.

Are you avoiding him?

Chapter Eight

End notes:

Ending 2022 with a fluffy update :D

Have a safe and warm New Years' Eve, everybody!

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[luimagines]

((Story telling imagine))

The chain with Ethan portal into ethan's hyrule, in gerudo desert but the chain notice Ethan slient excellent but can't figure out why as they walk on the hot sand and the beating sun on them all did make the few chain members uncomfortable. The book let out a small hum and time notice it.

Time: do you know,why Ethan excited about book?

Book: heh, two things. One: the gerudos see Ethan actually a human being and not seen as well Ganondorf plus the gerudo hate hyila for a reasons youll understand when the time comes and second: slime blobs.

Time amd few are confused about slime children and they never heard or seen one but suddenly they hear children giggle or laughing and look but only see a giant rock that block a good size making shade spot big and there a big pond that the water is clear and when wind stick his hand in the water it's cold and wind lay down relax as the chain follow but hyrule gasp loud as the chain look and next to hyrule a slime come out the water size of a child and it giggle to see hyrule. Hyrule fell on his butt staring at the slime and reach for his sword but Ethan place his hand on hyrules hand to stop him.

Ethan sign language: it's okay, their can't harm anyone. That's lulu. She is a good friend of mine.

Lulu giggle and turn back to a blob amd humping to Ethan and jump in his scarf arms and lulu saying Ethan.

The chain look back to suddenly see more slime blobs like lulu and time seeing and read Ethan sign language so he place down his sword and seven slime blobs hump over to time and talking like curious children to him and their cold so they help cool down the chain in a way.

Warrior have one blob slime in his hands and is poke it and is amazing by it, for four, he have four slime blobs and those four slime blobs change from clear to four colors *blue,red,vio and green* and legend try not to shiver since the few slime blobs change their shapes to rabbits and their once clear now pink on him and being cute.

Ethan smile to see the chain relax minus wind and wild they in the water with the rest of the blob slimes to mimic the way the water is even throw them up in the air and catch them too.

Ethan relax til he felt lulu softly tag his shirt as Ethan look down to her.

Lulu: ethan...weres your....other eye?..

Wild hear lulu question and have the perfect view to see Ethan's sign language her and move his hair bangs to show her, wild wish he didn't see or read his sign language.

Wind: wild? You okay?

Wild: **his eye have to be remove cause of the yiga-**

Wind: what?! Yiga did what?!-

Wild slap wind mouth shut but it's too late the chain and Ethan heads shot up to hear yiga but they don't see them so warrior look to wild and wind and ask what their talking about.

Wild: um it's nothing me and wind are messing around-

Slime blob: you say yiga remove his eye.

Chain: what? Who's eye?-

The chain stop to think and then it click as they slow look to were Ethan is and Ethan bangs are back to cover his other side of the face but he mute sign.

Ethan: yiga attack me when I was on the path to get to gerudo city that's hidden and I was ambushed, we fight but I didn't notice they put poison on their weapons.....one of them got lucky and cut my eye......the gerudo guards lucky was on duty and help me but....had to help...remove my eye since it was poison with a hight dose and would have killed me....so they had to rip it out....

Warrior flinches. "My condolences. I doubt that would have been easy."

Time shakes his head, running his hand over his scar absentmindedly.

Wild stands up at once but finds himself at a lost for words. He did try to stop Wind.

Wind chews his lip, seeing the others reactions. Whoops.

Legend and Twilight share a look between themselves but say nothing

Sky looks over. "Well they got all the poison out, right?"

Ethan nods.

"Then that's all there is to it. You're alive. End of story."

[dark-melodies-034]

Prologue.

Hello everyone! I'm sorry that I've been offline for a while, I almost forgot I made a Tumblr account but now I'm back! and since not everyone has Wattpad, I decided to start posting chapters here so more people can read, this first chapter will be under the cut so I hope you enjoy the prologue of the Magic Academy

That day was...sunny and happy from what Echo could remember, everyone in his grade 8th class were all talking about one thing...graduation, and what they were planning to do during the summer, Echo could only sigh and rest his head in his hand as he sat in his desk, he already knew what his plans were for the summer, studying about the history of magic and taking a lot of unnecessary classes that were supposed to make magic easier for him, he never told anyone about it, but he never paid attention half of the time, he would only start paying attention if his parents were also in the classroom with him, they would occasionally drop in and see how his learning was going, Echo was surprised on how they never caught him even though there were a few close calls on where he either moved too slowly or his parents walked into the classroom too quickly, he never dared to talk to his friends about his summer classes because Echo always had a feeling his parents were not too far away from him, so he never mentions it whenever one of his classmates asks him what he was doing for the summer, in fact, whenever someone would ask him that question, he would always make up a lie even if it sounded suspicious, Echo really hated it when someone would continuously ask him what he was or did on the summer break because he was always afraid he might accidently talk about his classes out loud.

He normally avoids conversations during the last few days of school, which made him feel pretty lonely, it wasn't too long until his best friend, Raeden Aurelia, a boy who lived in the next neighborhood from Echo walked up to Echo's desk, only staring at Echo's miserable state before attempting to start a conversation, Raeden spoke with a soft voice " It's kind of annoying hearing everyone brag about what they're going to do during the summer, it's always the same exact thing ' Oh I'm going to the beach with my huge family of 12 or something' or something like that" Raeden would laugh quietly before Echo started laughing as well, he always loved when Raeden would mimic other people, as he always loved the voice Raeden made while saying it, Echo would slowly stop laughing before talking as well " Yeah, I suppose, I mean, it's either that they're going to some beach or just some kind of amusement park, or maybe just some fancy hotel, I bet they think they're special going to those types of places " both Raeden and Echo would laugh again, their other classmates were talking pretty loudly, so it was hard to hear them laughing with all of the noise, Raeden would suddenly start talking again " Oh, I bet Janet will be bragging about spending her summer on some big yacht and how she has almost a million butlers and maids doing everything for her."

the person that Raeden was talking about was someone in their class, Janet Dolivo, she was someone who had Chocolate brown hair, and had somewhat beautiful Azure colored eyes, she was well known throughout the whole school as she was pretty popular, she was also pretty rich and lived only a couple houses away from Echo, though, Janet wasn't as friendly as she seemed, she often expected her "friend" group to do her homework for her, Echo could only imagine that Janet was paying people to be her friends, he sometimes saw some of those "friends" gossiping about Janet and their experiences, Echo never really told anyone as he was nice enough to keep it to himself, at first, Echo thought Janet was a good person and was planning to become friends with her, but after seeing what she does Echo decided to try and stay away from her though she never seemed to get any of the hints because she chose the desk right next to him despite Raeden and him wanting to sit next to each other, Janet would always try and talk to Echo, but he would always ignore her or start chatting with Raeden instead.

Echo's dad, Sullivan Cyprus, never approved of Echo's and Raeden's friendship, because of Raeden's neighborhood, Echo's dad often said that neighborhood was where the poor people lived, though, Echo never thought the people living in Raeden's street were poor because he always saw cool cars, decorations, and cool looking houses in the neighborhood, neither of Echo's parents would drive him to his friend's house, so he would always walk to Raeden's house, he didn't really mind as he always loved looking at the exciting houses, the kids playing around in the front yard, and the cats and dogs he would occasionally see Raeden also has a dog, from what Echo knows it's a collie, Echo's parents never allowed pets in their mansion as they always said "cats and dogs were too annoying and hard to take care of" and any other kind of pet was out of the question, even when Echo and his two other siblings, Zenna who was only younger by a couple hours, and Kye the youngest, begged their parents to at least let them take care of a goldfish or betta fish, even if it was only one, their parents always said no, and from experience, Echo will never bring in a bug he found outside into his house ever again, that minor incident caused Echo to be grounded for a couple days, which he never thought was fair as it was only a tiny ladybug so Echo stopped trying to get a pet, but his siblings never stopped, they would sometimes bring it up at dinner or during the day when they could actually get their parent's attention.

Though out of all people that catch their parent's attention is Janet and her family, Janet's parents would sometimes come by and talk, Janet herself would always come along with them as she would always use the opportunity to try and hang out with Echo, but he always made up excuses on why he couldn't hang out, most of them were just him being busy with non-existent projects, Echo's sibling, Zenna, would always annoy him by saying things out loud, the first time they did it, it was when Echo made another excuse to not talk to Janet, Zenna told her that Echo didn't actually have any kind of projects he was working on and how she could just hang out with him, which was why Echo hated his sibling ever since, some people might say it's terrible to hate your siblings, but Echo just found it normal, especially when your siblings tell people embarrassing things in front of you but he never said his hatred for his siblings out loud, he knew his parents would ground him just for saying such things, so he normally kept quiet around his parents and would only talk about it with Raeden because he also understood the pain of having siblings, Raeden also had 2 younger siblings, they were both identical twin girls in fact, Echo would often forget what twin he was talking to because of their similar sounding names, from what Echo could remember, their names were Heaven and Nevaeh which Echo thought were some of the most overused names for twins.

Both Echo and Raeden realized they were practically spacing out once they heard the bell ring. This bell would let everyone know that the last class of the day is starting, so they both gathered up their things in their bags before they got up and headed towards the door, Raeden would quietly laugh before he began to talk again " I guess we got too carried away with mocking our classmates, right?" Echo would also laugh before replying " Yeah, I didn't realize time could go by so fast because it's already the end of the day...It's already the last class for us is what I meant, then it's summer break..." his voice trailed off as he thought about his boring, and plain summer break, he knew he would barely have time to hang out with Raeden, and he couldn't always text him, Echo's parents only allowed their children to use electronics for a short amount of time, his mother, Brielle Whitlock, always reminded her children that she never had electronics when she was younger, so she thought it wouldn't be fair for her children could have access to electronics like phones, TV, Computers, or any video game console, which was one of the reasons why Echo only played video games at Raeden's house, he always had the most incredible games, it was mainly fighting games, but Echo liked this puzzle game Raeden had.

Both Echo and Raeden would head to their separate classes, Echo had science while Raeden had English as their final classes of the day, Echo always loved the classes they had together since they would talk for a pretty long time and would occasionally get in trouble for talking during class, Echo was surprised that the teachers never told his parents about his misbehavior, which made him think that the teachers at his school weren't paid enough to care which probably explained why the teachers hardly dealt with misbehaving students, either way, Echo liked the teachers being carefree as he and Raeden could probably get away with anything without any of the teachers saying something...but on the other hand, there are still teacher pets that won't be afraid to snitch on misbehaving students, it happened to Echo and Raeden once, it was during November, both of the boys were just 3 minutes late to class as they tried to sneak in until one of the many teacher's pets (Echo couldn't really remember their name but it was probably something like, Ethan ) caught the two and told the teacher, which is why Echo always hated those types of people, but if he had to be honest, he hated a lot of people in his school which is why he never socialized with anyone but Raeden and a few other friends.

Echo would finally arrive at his science classroom, he walked in pretty quickly and found an open desk in the back to sit at, he watched as some other students walked in...none of them were people he talked to or people he was willing to talk to, Echo practically zoned out for most of the class after the last few students entered the class, he was mainly thinking about hanging out with Raeden or some other friends before he had to waste his whole summer on some stupid classes, his thoughts were interrupted when the teacher called his name, Echo suddenly realized the teacher wanted him to answer a question so Echo quickly looked to the board to get an idea on what they were talking about from what Echo could see, the lesson was about water systems, he was well aware that he didn't know what to say so he quietly mumbled " I don't know. " Which made the teacher quite furious at him, Echo would lay his head down in embarrassment, he could already feel some people staring at him and judging him, all Echo wanted was for this day to be over already, and luckily for Echo, his last class went by quickly before he knew it, many students were crying with their friends, they were acting as if they will never see each other again. Echo never understood why people were so sad that school ended, but at the same time, they were angry about how early they had to get up to go to school, it just never made any sense to Echo whatsoever.

Echo was gathering his stuff in his locker, he didn't have too many things in his locker, his binder and his notebook were sitting in his bag as he just needed to collect any loose papers he had in his locker, then he encountered a small bag of assorted chocolates and candies, it was from his History teacher, she gave them out to the class as a goodbye present...since she wouldn't be seeing them next year, Echo looked at the bag as he knew he had to eat some on the way home and give the rest to Raeden as he knew his parents didn't want him to be eating almost any type of candy or chocolate, Echo has once gotten a cavity after eating too much sour gummy worms at Raeden's house so it was no surprise that Echo's father gotten pretty mad at Raeden's parents for letting his child share such sugary foods, though Echo could only blame himself for eating a lot of gummy worms as they were so good, so the first thing Echo ate out of the bag was the gummy worms and gummy bears, he remembered the sweet taste of cherry, lemon, strawberry, and watermelon, not to mention the sourness of the gummy worms, they were coated in sweet-sour sugar crystals which Echo loved.

Raeden and Echo were walking down the same street they always took instead of them walking by themselves, Raeden had to walk with his two younger sisters and because they were only in kindergarten, Echo and Raeden were both grabbing chocolate and candy from Echo's bag, once Raeden's sisters saw the chocolate and candy, they begged Echo and Raeden to have some so Echo gave them a small amount because he knew they would get a sugar rush if they had the whole bag, Echo and Raeden were relieved after practically being forced to say goodbye to everyone in their entire school, it was exhausting saying goodbye to all of the other 8th graders, it was even more awkward for Echo when he saw both of his siblings, but luckily, his siblings took a different route home it was shorter than the route Echo and Raeden took which meant Echo got home a couple of minutes later than them, Echo was somewhat okay with it, even though his siblings, Zenna and Kye could use that opportunity to sneak through his room and find some things Echo wasn't supposed to have.

Once Echo reached Raeden's neighbourhood they said goodbye to each other as Raeden's younger sisters gave Echo a tight hug, Echo always enjoyed being around his sisters because they were just adorable and he preferred having them as siblings to having Zenna and Kye, Echo started to walk down the street leading to his s neighbourhood, but what he didn't expect was Raeden suddenly running up to him and giving him the tightest hug he has probably ever felt, and instead of pushing him away, Echo would hug Raeden back, Echo would typically make the hug short if his parents, siblings or just anyone else tried to hug him, Echo never told anyone and wouldn't dare to say it out loud but he felt his heart beat faster and he could feel his face going red when Raeden hugged him or just held his hand, Raeden's hug would have lasted longer if his sisters didn't say anything, that was when Raeden let go of Echo and spoke " So, see you this summer...if you're not busy of course! " Raeden and his sisters started to walk to their house as Echo walked alone, and he would be active for the whole summer.

Echo finally reached his house as he stayed silent, he took his shoes off before heading upstairs to his room, though his mother stopped him midway with a question " And why are you in such a rush dear?" Echo would stop walking before looking back at his mother with a fake smile " Oh, I just need to do some studying before my summer classes!" he replied, his mother seemed satisfied with the answer, but then she replied with words Echo never wanted to hear, his mother said with a natural tone " Good, we need to talk at dinnertime." 

[frosteee-variation]

grins. 🎭masks for cinis

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

AUGHGHH. EVIL. YOU’RE EVIL FOR ASKING ABOUT THIS /lh

Anyways I’ve been thinking about him so so so much recently. And ough. OUH. apologies this one is going to be a fair amount

I feel like before the whole zombie deal there was a more distinct difference between how he acted around people, but he’s always had a fair bit of consistency. He was pretty loud and boisterous around friends, methinks – he also probably made fun of them in a sort of lighthearted way, and probably he did the same around his sister Vindi while being a bit more composed. Throwing jabs at each other was sort of just their thing! Neither of them took it too seriously. It was the same way around strangers, but he tried to follow how they were interacting with him and mimic that when he was talking to them.

He was definitely really respectful around figures of authority, though. Older family members, city officials, other Sacares, people like that. He still made sure to keep an air of confidence about him, but kept it more subdued.

NOW though. With all the undead stuff and exile and whatnot, those lines have sort of? Blurred? He’s not as sociable as he once was, mostly for the sake of others, so he tends to treat almost everyone with a quiet and cool regard. He doesn’t talk as much, and tries to keep his words as straightforward as possible. Rarely, he might throw an off-handed joke or flippant comment in there if they’re commonfolk, though. It’s just kind of his nature. I think he misses it.

He’s a lot more wary of authority now, I think. Mostly because if he sees a town guard or a higher-ranking noble, they’re probably trying to find a way to kill him, yeah? Still respectful, no ill will towards them, but maybe a little less talkative. On the family side, I don’t think he’d even try to talk to them in the first place. He’d probably excuse himself and apologize before leaving, or say nothing at all.

but also if he somehow saw vindi again he would 100% just look down at her and silently do that “hand-measuring height” thing because he’s like a full foot taller than her after death and he’d know that she would hate it

[chasingpj]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

pairing: percy jackson x child of zeus!reader and jason x older sibling!reader

requested: yes!

warning: two curse words, mentions of stealing, death of a parent, and i believe that is it!

category: headcanons, fluff

a/n: i may have gotten too carried away but... i had a lot of fun writing this haha. i hope you guys like it!

pre-relationship

you and percy invented the phrase power couple but coming together took a while

your relationship dynamic would be very similar to thalia and percy's at first

you're both natural-born leaders, so you guys butt heads very often

you're more calculated and organized when it comes to things and percy being impulsive really annoyed you

he's lucky that even though he is impulsive, things somehow always work out in the end

if it wasn't for annabeth urging you guys to get along, you probably would still be at each other's neck

how did she get you guys to get along, you may ask?

she locked you guys in a storage closet :)

and said figure it out ♡

this happened after a friendly sparring practice turned into a full-on fight with your powers

annabeth insisted she wouldn't let you guys out until you declared to be friends

at the time, you were like, percy will never be my friend, ew

percy was just as annoyed

after a good hour of bickering and resisting your urge to choke him out

you guys found that you had a lot in common, actually?

huh, who would have known?

apparently annabeth

you guys talked about your life outside of camp and bonded over the worst teachers you've ever had

turns out, percy wasn't that bad

you'd never admit that out loud though

after a while, you started to feel things

were percy's eyes always that pretty?

yes, they've always been

oh look, those freckles over his nose? adorable

did you just call Percy adorable? yeah, you did… gross

you tried to deny your attraction to him

you were pretty sure this was a cruel joke from aphrodite (it was… more for your dad's than for you guys, though)

then you started noticing changes in his behavior too

now you guys were sharing blankets at the campfire when it got chilly

he even shared the blue cookies his mother sent him too

that's when you should have known he was down bad

both of you have awful sleep schedules

you hated sleeping in cabin 1

it was clearly built not to be slept in, and every few days, you found yourself having late-night conversations with percy at the docks

once the harpies snuck up on you and percy told you to get in the water with him

you didn't know how to swim, and you were kinda horrified of open water

you wanted to refuse, but you were cornered on the docks

you either jumped or got eaten

the last thing you said was that you couldn't swim before percy didn't give you a choice

he grabbed your hand and jumped in

his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in the air bubble he had made around you guys

at first, you didn't focus on it

too busy trying to defend yourself from his teasing

he continued to mimic the way you screamed when he dragged you into the water

"wow, you can fly, but you can't swim?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to defend yourself

you called him annoying, and he playfully threatened to let you drown

you guys joked and laughed, staying a little too long underwater

after your laughter ceased, you found yourself looking into his eyes

the both of you became quiet

suddenly his arm around your waist, the way your chests were pressed against each other made you horribly flustered

and you're not sure what you were thinking

actually, you weren't thinking at all, but you leaned in and kissed him

like really kissed him, it was a proper kiss

ahhhhhh!!!

probably would have kissed him longer if the water nymphs didn't giggle, exposing their little audience

once you pulled away, they scattered, ready to gossip about what they saw

the news made it to atlantis pretty fast

after the kiss, things were so awkward

you avoided him for days, and he avoided you

annabeth felt the tension, and she was upset because just when you guys were getting along, suddenly, you guys were avoiding each other

the battle of manhattan was approaching soon and the last thing anyone wanted was for you guys not to get along

you both avoided annabeth’s questions, not ready to confess what you guys had shared

eventually, annabeth kept pressing you about what happened

you blew up and admitted that you made out with percy in the water

annabeth was speechless before she burst into laughter

you didn't understand why it was so funny at first

but then you did

the both of you laughed until annabeth said that she wasn't surprised at all

the battle of manhattan comes around, and in the urgency of the moment, you guys were able to rise to the occasion

your movements, thoughts, commands were completely coordinated

you guys were an extension of each other, kicking ass

at the end, you were both offered immortality

the offer took you back to a conversation you guys had where you spoke about how you'd never want to be immortal

the both of you exchanged looks before you simultaneously denied the gift

zeus was offended x2

after that, you guys returned to camp half-blood

the both of you were upset at the campers you've lost and trying to recover from the adrenaline of battle

you and annabeth sang percy happy birthday and the three of you sat together and ate blue cake in a comfortable silence

weeks passed, and one day, you're met with annabeth barging into your cabin asking when you and percy are going to talk about your kiss

it was the last day of camp, and she was insistent on you talking to him

you reluctantly agreed, mainly because annabeth threatened to lock you in a storage closet again

you guys sat on the dunes in silence for a while

the both of you wanted to confess, but neither knew how to do it

after some silence, the both of you spoke at the same time

you stuttered over each other and then began bickering back and forth on who should go first until you blurted out that you like him

you cringed and looked away as percy froze in his spot

it was silent for a moment before percy whispered, "I like you too."

cue your second kiss

your teeth slightly bumping with his since the both of you were smiling so much

and you swore you heard thunder in the distance even though there were clear skies

relationship

you lived in a foster home on the other side of manhattan, so you guys saw each other every weekend

you guys went on movie dates, long drives, and you would sleep over pretty often

for the spooky season, you went to haunted houses and carved pumpkins

you watched horror movies together, teasing each other when one of you jumped and tried to cover your face during the scary parts

you went to his place for Thanksgiving and you arrived early so that the both of you could help sally cook all day

you and percy put blue food coloring on the mashed potatoes

for the first time ever, you felt like you were apart of a family since sally had welcomed you with open arms

everything was going great but then december came around

the last time you saw percy, you guys were christmas shopping for his mom

your last day of school ended a few days after his, so you planned to meet at CHB

but when you got there, you found out he never arrived

you called his home from the payphone in the big house

sally was relieved to hear from you, a part of her hoping he was with you

but you both found out that neither of you had heard from him in a few days

meeting jason

you and annabeth tried everything to find him

then you got a dream from hera that the answer to where percy is was with the guy with one shoe

you arrive and you find this blonde kid and not your boyfriend; you were kinda actually very annoyed

but this blonde kid felt familiar

you weren't sure what it was, and then you heard his name — Jason Grace

surely, it was a coincidence that he shared the name of your missing brother

you were too young to remember his disappearance

the only remembrance you had of him was a picture of the both of you as toddlers sitting happily beside thalia

you always wondered who was the little boy in the photo and it wasn't until a few years ago did thalia tell you about him disappearing

you were a bit wary of him at first, especially since he had no memory of where he came from

it wasn't until he conjured lightning with his sword, did you have no doubt in your mind that he was your brother

the first night you guys spent in the cabin together was awkward

you couldn't really catch up since he didn't remember anything, so you told him what thalia told you about him and your mother

you didn't reveal him everything, not wanting to overwhelm him and you had decided to call it a night before you went into detail

you explained the rest of the story after he came back from his quest

you tried to ask him questions hoping he’d remember more, but his memory wasn't coming back fast enough

both you and jason were growing frustrated, so one day you iris messaged thalia

the both of you came up with an idea to jog jason's memory by showing him things that he enjoyed as a toddler

jason was pretty sure it wouldn't work, but he went along with it

thalia recalled that the two of you really liked watching the flintstones as babies

so you and jason sat down and watched every season available on dvd

and well, it didn't work...

thalia also mentioned you both really liked sweets, so you tried to jog his memory with candy bars

you had to convince jason to sneak out of camp with you

he thought it was such a bad idea, but you reassured him he'd be fine

after reluctantly agreeing, jason and you escaped at night to buy actually steal candy bars from the closest gas station

jason panicked as he watches you shove candy bars in your sweatshirt

"we're gonna get caught"

"if you keep looking that scared, we just might," you replied a little too calmly

he tried to relax, but he just looked like he saw a ghost the entire time

on your way back, you may have electrocuted a harpy and fought a couple cyclops and all the fighting and running made you lose one of your snicker bars

you were upset, to say the least

unfortunately, after stuffing him with chocolate, that didn't work either

then you tried to show him the few pictures you were able to salvage before you were taken to the foster home after the death of your mother

jason sat in front of you on the floor as you pulled the box from under your bed

you smiled, finding an old picture of your mother, and you put it up to his face, taking in the similarities between the two

"yep, you look just like her," you confirmed as you smiled sadly

even though jason didn't know her, he felt a sense of pride when you had told him so

every time a memory would come back, you were the first person he told

when his memories with lupa came back, you were shook

and then you teased him, saying that he's basically a dog

once you threw a twig and told him to go fetch

he didn't find it as funny as you and leo did, but oh well

you also asked if he howled at full moons, and you were met with the straightest face you've ever seen on jason

it was the funniest thing ever to you

every week you guys kicked ass in capture the flag

you guys were more alike than you thought

it was guaranteed that whichever team you were on would win

in the months when the argo II was being built, you had a lot of times to bond with jason

your dynamic was really fun as you were a bit more rebellious and silly while he was a lot more responsible and mature

after the argo II departed

you reuniting with percy was something you thought about for months

you were so excited when the argo II was officially ready to fly over to camp jupiter

your pulse was thumping in your ears when you saw percy in the crowd

after months of worrying about where he was and if he was still alive, it was almost surreal to see him right in front of you

you lunged into him so hard, he stumbled back as you kissed him

just like your second kiss, the both of you were smiling so hard your teeth kept bumping against his

"i love your new look," you commented on his toga, and he snorted,

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, it's kinda hot."

the both of you laughed, content to be in each other's arms again

after getting on the argo II, you were the reason jason and percy formed some sort of a friendship

you were the mutual ground for the both of them since they had a soft spot for you

the tension between the two was something you couldn't disregard and you hated how weird it was at the beginning

if they butted heads, you tried to mend the problem

you understood both of them well enough to understand where they came from

at some point, you and annabeth thought it would be funny to lock them in a storage closet

so you did

they kept complaining to be let out but eventually, they gave in

little did they know that you were standing near the door and listening to their conversation

jason told him how you helped him a lot and all the ridiculous things you made him do

and percy shared stories of you from quests and at camp

the both of them laughed and bonded over having someone as amazing as you in their lives

"y/n is pretty great," percy smiles

"yeah, they are," jason agreed

needless to say, your heart warmed at the praise from your two favorite boys

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[prettytoxicrevolver]

The Four Times it Rained with Anthony Beauvillier and The One Time it Didn't

Requested? Absolutely not

Warnings? It's really long with like no dialogue LMAO

Summary: The rain has always brought good things to you and Tito but what happens when it's actually sunny out?

Word Count: 4k

It's really mf long but I promise it's worth it and I'm super proud of it so enjoy! :)

One

When you awoke to the sound of rain pounding steadily on your rooftop your heart filled with glee like a little kid in a candy store. Nothing made you happier than when it rained outside. You loved having the opportunity to sit inside and work all day with the patter of rain smacking the rooftop.

However, today was even better. You had no work and nowhere to be, your all-time favorite kind of rainy day. You always took these days to finish up your favorite books, watch the movies you’ve been holding off on for ages, revel in the ending of your favorite tv shows that have been put off, order in food, and just enjoy the sound of the rain.

It was a cliche, of course, most of your favorite things typically were. It didn’t make you love them any less, in fact, it made you love them a little more. Thinking about how you and however many other people were absolutely content with the fact that it was pouring outside.

And to make things better? Tito had the day off too.

You were a bit surprised when you woke up to the rain and not your best friend either calling, knocking on the door, or just barging straight in like he owned the place. He practically did, always coming over and spending more time at your apartment than he did his own. He certainly wasn’t unwelcome, you loved every moment you got to spend with the left-wing Islander.

Just as you sit up in bed, running a hand through your hair you hear a knock on the door. Knowing it’s no doubt, Tito, at the source, you shoot him a text telling him to come in using his spare key. You listen to the quiet sounds of the rain against the window as your best friend lets himself inside your apartment.

You fall back in bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin, and snuggle deep into the warmth. You hear a quiet knock on your bedroom door before Tito lets himself in. Your head turns, a tiny smile at the sight of your best friend and he reflects it. He makes his way over to you, climbing in bed and slipping an arm around your waist. He pulls you into his chest, pressing his face into your hair and you both sigh in content at the feeling.

You try to ignore the way his hands feel like fire against your skin and how your heart’s steady tempo has slowly increased at the mere thought of him. Gentle warmth floods your body when Tito presses a kiss to the back of your neck, the action causing your heart to act as an elevator, rising and falling without rhyme or reason.

You both fall asleep for a while, the rain lulling you into a tired state and soaking up the rest you both had been sorely lacking after your busy weeks. You awoke for the second time that day to Tito’s hands lazily tracing patterns on your arms.

“Hi,” you murmur, turning in his embrace.

“Hey,” he greets back his tiny smile growing wider. “Wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Getting bored laying here?” you ask.

“Never,” he says, throwing a wink at you that has your stomach doing backflips.

Tito has to turn away from you as his cheeks burn red at your sleep-ridden state. His heart mimics the rain outside a steady patter fast against the rooftop just like his heart against his ribcage. He stands, holding a hand out to you which you take and you let him pull you up and out of bed, leading you towards the living room.

You both fall onto the couch, Tito pulls your legs over his and slips an arm back around your waist. He hated being away from your touch for too long. Your head falls comfortable onto his chest and you’re certain your eyes may flutter shut once more.

Tito peruses the movies before him and ultimately decides on a random marvel one that he’s never seen before but you most definitely have. He watches as your eyes light up at the sight of your favorite superhero on screen, and you launch into the explanation of the plot for him.

He can barely focus, only thinking about how easy it would be to release the three simple words that would change everything. Or press a kiss to your soft-looking lips in an attempt to hush you so he can actually watch and listen to the movie. Unfortunately fear captures his heart a little tighter than the love he has for you.

You turn back to look at your best friend, expecting at least a hum in response, and when you notice his eyes have been on you the entire explanation your cheeks flush. You wondered what he was thinking about, and hoped it was the same thing you were.

“You okay?” you ask, pulling him back to reality.

“Yeah,” he reassures. “All good.”

You nod, a tiny smile on your lips as you look back at the TV. Tito tries to focus for you but he can only think about how much he loves you.

Two

It was a bad habit for you to leave all of your shopping to one day a week. You always ended up running out of something you desperately needed but were too lazy to go out and buy.

However, today seemed to be turning out equal parts bad and equal parts good. The good thing was that you were able to convince Tito to come with you shopping and carry some (he would argue most) of your groceries home. The somewhat bad? It looked like it might rain.

You tried to make your way through the store as quickly as possible, the impending storm looming in the back of your head as you shop. However, your best friend is of no help to you.

"Tito" you call for the billionth time. "Put it back."

The older boy pouts, reaching into your cart to pull out the fruit snacks he just threw in. You smile widely at him, and before you can move the cart once more, Tito climbs onto the front of it.

“Onward!” he yells pointing in the opposite direction and you giggle while pushing the cart slowly along as to not hit anyone or anything.

The rest of the shopping goes just as smoothly, your heart filling up with air similar to a balloon that doesn’t know when it’s going to pop. Sometimes looking at your best friend was too much and you became scared you’d let the feelings spill out all over the floor.

Tito would do anything to see you smile or laugh. It was nothing short of embarrassing himself or nearly killing himself in the middle of a grocery store aisle where he could easily be recognized in the small area of Long Island. As long as your head was thrown back in laughter, a wide smile stretched across your lips, and the promise of a sometimes yelled “Tito!” or “beau!” expelled from you was there, it was worth it.

After checking out, you two split up the bags and start to make the trek back to your apartment. You were beyond glad you had brought Tito along with you, making the trip much easier on you and providing plenty of entertainment along the way. As you walk, the clouds start to rumble and you cast a nervous glance over to the tall brunette. Tito grins back at you, just enjoying your presence, not a care for the impending weather.

A crack of thunder rolls in causing you to jump and pick up your speed. You were about two blocks from your house but the world had other plans for you. Just as you were rounding a block away, it starts to pour.

“Fuck!” you yell pausing in the street.

You look over and Tito is grinning like a maniac, the smile on his lips shooting straight to your heart. You can’t help but reflect it, he looks beautiful rain-soaked and his blue eyes lit up at the wonder of it all.

Tito had always been grateful for the rain. It had always brought good things to him and the world. Right now it easily brought him his favorite thing he’s ever witnessed. Your hair is soaked, plastering messily against your face as you whip around to look at him. A smile bigger than he had ever seen sits perfectly on your lips and that sound that he loves more than anything in the world is there, the laugh that makes his heart rise to the top of the empire state building and teeter over the side with nerves.

God, he loved you.

Without a second thought, he intertwines your hands, grabbing your bags out of your other hand and hauling them into his own. He starts tugging you along, trying to push down the fact that your hands feel like they’re made specifically for him and that he never wants to let go.

You make it back to your apartment, your heart pounding for a different reason for once. When you get inside, Tito drops the groceries by the door and you both turn to each other still giggling quietly. Tito’s hand is still interlocked with yours, his calluses rubbing against your palm and sending shockwaves through your veins.

He pulls you in, his other hand coming to wrap around your waist. Your soaked bodies inch closer until they’re flush and you’re staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes. Your free hand wraps around the back of his neck, your fingers trailing the buzz-cut hair on the back of his neck.

Tito was pretty sure you might be the death of him. Looking down at your soaked state, peering up at him and the movement of your hands, he’s surprised his heart hadn’t stopped yet. He wants to lean down, finally meet his lips to yours, and fall headfirst into a relationship with you without considering any of the consequences.

You were hoping that one of you was finally going to build the nerve to change everything. Your heart is tipping on the edge of wishing and hoping. Just as your noses brush, a loud crack of thunder sounds, and you both jump, the possibility scaring you along with the noise.

Three

Today was not turning out to be a good day. Besides the prospect of rain later, you had barely gotten any work done, your finals were coming up soon, and you hadn’t seen Tito in weeks.

So the last one is slightly exaggerated. You had seen Tito, mostly through facetime calls and the occasional quick stop by but he was mostly on the road and you were sorely missing your best friend. You’d kill to have him here, even if it was for longer than an hour, you’d do anything to have him next to you.

You knew it was somewhat selfish, but you needed him here. Needed his encouraging words, his soft touches, his sweet smiles, just his presence. You knew his schedule though, understood his job and what came with it and you knew he’d never trade it for the world, you never wanted him to.

Tito was homesick. Not particularly for his apartment, or even the island itself, he was desperate to see you. He missed your laugh, and holding your hand, cuddling together late at night, waking up early to your sleeping state, forehead kisses, and his favorite: your laugh. He was desperate for it, the physical version of it.

However, when he heard the Isles were headed home for a quick weekend stint he knew he wasn’t close to heading back to his apartment. He headed straight towards you, his other half even if it was unbeknownst to you. He had decided a while ago that even if you never reciprocate his feelings, you were still his twin flame, his platonic soulmate forever and always.

He headed to your apartment with excitement, checking your location on his phone to see that you were there. In the cab on the way, it starts to rain and Tito can’t help but smile. He had always loved the rain but he was almost certain it had slowly started to become a beacon of good things especially surrounding you.

A wave of calm flows through him when he reaches your front door, he feels like a little kid receiving the Christmas present that they had been asking for all year. He hadn’t even seen you yet and the thought occurs to him that he always wants to come home to you after long weeks away.

You sit in your apartment, flipping aimlessly through your textbook in an attempt to get some work done. The rain plinks softly against your apartment window and the noise soothes you as you try to focus. However, just as you start to, a knock on your door sounds. You’re wary at first but make your way over to it swinging it open without a second thought.

“Anthony-” you breath out, your best friend’s first name foreign on your tongue.

Tito barges in, wrapping his arms around your waist and you instantly slip yours around his neck. You relish in the feeling of him being here and back in your arms. You almost let out a whine when he pulls away from you but his hands trail from your waist to your hands and interlock them.

“Come on,” he says with a mischievous smile on his lips.

“Where-” you start but Tito shakes his head, pulling you out of the apartment and dragging you along.

You’re so caught up in the fact that Tito is here, and his hand has slipped back into yours that all you can do is take in his appearance. Whenever he’s gone for a long time he always seems different but more and more like home to you. When he comes back it’s like your last puzzle piece is put in place and you’re whole again.

You both make your way down the floors of your apartment building until you’re outside. Tito lets go of your hand, stepping out onto the sidewalk and letting the rain fall over him. You watch as a loving smile falls onto your lips, the rain cascades over him, his hair falling flat against his forehead, and an unknowing smile pressed on his face.

“Come here,” he tells you and at first you shake your head no.

Beau was definitely not taking that answer today. He makes his way over to you, slipping an arm around your waist and lifting you into his arms and out into the rain. You shriek as the cold raindrops fall over you and you tuck your face into Tito’s neck.

He sets you down but doesn’t let go, his hand still circling your waist. He nudges your arms until they slide around his neck again, your fingers interlocking at the nape. He grins wildly down at you and your heart fills and fills at the sight. He slowly sways the two of you back and forth, dancing to music only known between you two.

“I missed you,” he says after a few quiet beats.

“I missed you too beau.”

Your swaying moves to a dull rocking back and forth, the two of you focused more on each other than anything else in the world. Neither of you realized it, but when the other was around the whole world seemed to fall away in an instant. There was no use trying to get between the two of you.

Beau leans down, your foreheads bumping lightly and your breath shortens at the proximity of the two of you. He leans forward, his nose brushing yours and for once you’re begging for his lips to meet yours, not caring about what might change between the two of you after.

“Hey! Get out of the street!”

You and Tito pull apart heads whipping in the direction of a car driving right at you. You both laugh at the ridiculousness of it all before heading back inside, the rain only picking up harder.

Four

“One more exam. Just one more final exam.”

You chanted the words over and over again in your head hoping they would somehow motivate you into finishing your work and studying for the last exam you had for the school year. You even went as far as going to the library, deciding to hole yourself up there the entire day to try and get something done.

Tito would text you occasionally, mostly offering words of encouragement as you worked and every time your phone buzzed an unconscious smile reached your lips. Tito had always been your cheerleader and vice versa. You were always there for each other and pushing each other forward whenever you needed it.

Your corner of the library was cozy, you sat, your legs tucked up in the loveseat next to the window. The rain fell slowly down the side of the building and you watched two raindrops drip down, an unknown race there.

Your eyes fall back to the textbook in front of you, flipping through the pages trying to absorb more information than you already have all day. As you work, suddenly a hand appears in front of you, a cup of coffee being placed down on the table in front of you. Your eyes trail up and you find a grinning Tito standing before you.

“Thought you might need an energy boost,” he says sitting down in front of you.

Your heart practically bursts at the sight. Tito had known you hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep recently and was worried about you. However, he also knew you were easily the most stubborn person in his life. If he couldn’t beat you, he might as well support your caffeine addiction in hopes that by the end of finals you’ll finally get some rest.

“Have I mentioned recently you’re my favorite person in the world?”

Tito grins dropping his head down shyly and you take the opportunity to grab the coffee and take a sip of it. You hum at the taste, a soft smile appearing on your lips when you realize that Tito has memorized your coffee order, something no one else has had the energy to do.

“I also wanted to make sure you get home okay,” he says nodding to the ever-growing rainstorm outside.

Your whole body warms at the words, a blush dusting your cheeks. Tito was nothing if not a gentleman and every time a display like this showed, your heart fell further and further into his hands. You place the cup down in front of you, leaning forward to place a hand on Tito’s knee.

“Thank you, darling,” you say and you swear you see a blush on Tito’s cheeks.

Your eyes search his as the only noise in the library is the sound of the rain against the building and the soft sounds of the workers meandering around. You swear gravity pulls you towards each other, Tito’s hand coming up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushes softly against your skin, the contact making your heart freeze and speed up all at once.

“Excuse me loves, the library is closing.”

You and Tito smile and nod at the sweet woman, breaking apart slowly before gathering your things and heading out together.

And One

The sun shines high in the sky, easily one of the nicest days on long island in months. Spring was melting away into summer and the warm air had you dying to get out and visit the ocean even if it was just for a little bit.

While Tito knew of your love for the rain, the breakthrough of sun was welcomed by the two of you. It was unspoken that when the sun had risen, and the temperature broke seventy, you wanted to spend a little time at the beach together.

You disliked the beach normally, not liking the sand that gets everywhere, the obnoxious teens yelling loudly, kids running around without parents, it just bothered you. But you loved the feeling of warm wind running through your hair as you drive, windows down, and the smell of the ocean air.

Tito shows up on your doorstep, and without a word, you two are out the door and heading towards your car. You climb in, hands immediately rolling down your windows and sunroof while Tito picks the music. You had an unspoken communication to go to the beach today and you were beyond excited.

Tito always looked gorgeous to you. In the sun? His blue eyes shine a bit brighter, his smile seeming to reflect the warmth that the sun brought you inside and out. He was breathtaking.

You were a work of art to Tito. Your hair blew back from your face, whipping around the small space. A light smile had been present since he showed up on your doorstep. Your (y/e/c) lit up from the sun and him. From head to toe, he would never grow tired of looking at you.

When you got to the beach, you parked in a spot overlooking the water. The two of you get out of the car, and Tito gestures to the hood. He stands before you, hands placed gently on your hips, and lifts you onto your car with ease, his hockey training coming in handy.

He hops up next to you, settling down on the hood and overlooking the beautiful ocean. His leg touches yours, starting at your feet and following through to your hips. The contact drives you crazy, making it feel like it’s ten degrees hotter as your nerves spike. It’s surprisingly quiet, the ocean rushing in and out before you, a light wind pushing your hair back effortlessly.

Your hands sit in your lap, nervously fiddling together. Tito glances at you constantly, his eyes trailing to your hands and he builds the courage to slip his fingers into yours. At the contact, you squeeze his hand lightly and that gives Tito all he needs.

“Hey,” he says, making you turn to look at him.

His other hand comes up to cup your cheek and you lean into the touch instinctively. His head ducks to meet yours, your noses brushing and your breath catches in your throat. You watch Tito’s eyes flicker back and forth before pushing forward. His lips meet yours and you sigh at the feeling of his lips on yours. Your free hand comes to grip the side of his shirt and pull him as close as possible.

Your breathless the entire kiss, the thought that the older hockey player liking you back finally smacking you full force. His touch lights you up from head to toe and you never want him to break away.

Tito grew more and more confident within the kiss, and his heart continued to balloon in his chest bigger and bigger at your closeness, you were finally right where you were supposed to be.

You pull apart when there’s no breath left in your lungs but stay close. Tito chases your lips pressing another light kiss to them. You giggle at him and he smiles sheepishly, biting his lip slightly and gazing at you with those eyes that had you since you first met. Tito was still on cloud nine at the thought of you loving him back.

“I really really like you,” he whispers and you giggle. He could have said absolutely nothing, he could have kissed you again, or simply kept holding your hand but the words said out loud made your heart do backflips like it was an olympian training for the gold medal.

“I like you too.”

“And I really wanna kiss you again.”

You smile lovingly at him before pressing your lips to his, something that would never fail to make your heart stop.

[sunsetcurvecuddles]

Ok but imagine the boys being so free with touching each other that Alex doesn't even realize what effect he has on Willie when he plays with Willie's hair or brushes their pinkies together or hooks their ankles together under the table or drapes his arm around Willie's shoulder or or or

i’ve been crying over this ask ever since you sent it to me so have this. touch-starved willie but not the i can’t stop asking verse. just something very adjacent. whatever. no one told monet not to paint more water lillies.

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Look, maybe Alex used to overthink touching the boys, when he was younger, when he was still trying to figure out what him being gay meant for that friendship - but Luke didn’t let those nerves last long, cuddled Alex every single damn day after he came out, like he was proving a point, stubborn and bull-headed as ever, until Reggie and Bobby followed his lead.

And when Alex’s anxiety skyrockets, his first red flag is that his skin feels wrong because he doesn’t want his boys to touch him.

But usually, when things are good, it’s so natural, for Alex, maybe the only thing he doesn’t overthink. To touch the boys, to have them touch him, is easy as breathing, flows like water.

So he doesn’t think, usually. He just reaches out, and they meet him in the middle - an arm around a waist, a hand against a shoulder, fingers running through each other’s hair or linking together or brushing a cheek. Reggie always flushes a little pinker, Luke grins a little wider, Bobby used to duck his head and grumble but push back against Alex, betraying himself.

Willie’s not that different. Like, obviously, he’s different, Alex feels little sparks along his arms every time he touches Willie, and a warmth that settles in his non-existent ghost-sensation bones that’s all totally different. It’s just that when Willie’s around more, after Caleb’s gone, Alex can’t help treating him like he treats the other people he lo--cares about. It’s almost absent-minded, almost muscle memory, the way he reaches out to push Willie’s hair out of his face, or link their pinkies when they’re walking, or to generally want Willie closer to him when they all crash Julie and Flynn’s after-school diner date (much to Julie’s irritation and Flynn’s amusement).

He feels like an idiot, when he links his ankle with Willie’s, and Willie’s eyes widen, he tenses, where he’s sitting pressed into the corner of the booth, Flynn on his other side. Alex feels his stomach drop. Quickly pulls his foot back.

Willie’s expression goes through a range of things, and he looks away, chews his lip. Alex has seen that expression before. Embarrassment. No - shame.

Luke is trying to bite through a chip. He can pick it up, but every time he tries to split it in half with his teeth, he just phases through. Flynn is muffling her laughter into her hand, Reggie’s laughing outright, and Julie’s trying to half-shield Luke with her body so passers-by don’t see a floating chip. And Willie won’t look at Alex.

It’s cool, Alex tells himself. He gets it. It was too much in front of their friends, or too much in general, he’s been totally desensitised by the boys (especially Luke, man, this is all Luke’s fault), and he somehow hadn’t noticed Willie reacting, and maybe Willie hates being touched but had done it because Alex obviously, blatantly needed it, or because -

Willie kicks him, very gently, with the toe of his shoe. When Alex looks up, Willie shoots him a grin, somewhere between rueful and affectionate and amused. Stop thinking so hard, he mouths.

Alex takes a breath. Willie doesn’t look mad. Or like he thinks Alex is desperate and pathetic, or whatever other mean words his anxiety had conjured out of the ether in the five seconds he left it unsupervised. Willie mimics the breath, and then takes a deeper one, and Alex follows along. Tries to put it out of his head for the rest of their time in the diner, tries to focus on the boys being idiots and Julie and Flynn chatting about kids from school. Willie pitches in terrible advice, seems for all intents and purposes to be his usual self, so Alex focuses on his breathing until the cold dread is sorta gone from his stomach again.

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“What was that about earlier?” he asks Willie, finally, later that night when he can catch him alone. They’re outside the studio - the others have already filed inside, and Alex can’t tell if Julie hurried the others to give them some space, but he has his suspicions. “If something I’m doing has been bothering you, why wouldn’t you tell me?”

Willie’s face screws up, like he really doesn’t want to have this conversation, but Alex knows how that’s played out for them in the past. “It’s not that I don’t like it,” he says, and adds defensively, “really!” when Alex raises an eyebrow at him. Willie’s arms cross over his torso and he takes a step back from Alex, which hurts Alex way, way worse than Alex would like it to. “I just... I’m not used to it, okay? It’s not bad, it’s just so new for me.”

Well. Now Alex feels like an enormous idiot. “Oh. Yeah. Okay.” Swallows, tries to think. “I can back off?” he adds, in a much higher-pitched voice than he meant to.

“No, no,” Willie says, and moves forward again. Alex almost reaches for his arm, and then stops himself. Then does it anwyay, because Willie just told him not to back off. Willie shudders a little when Alex runs a hand up his arm. “See? It just makes me act weird, and I thought the others might see-”

“They wouldn’t care,” Alex promises, and he doesn’t have to overthink that, either. “I know they wouldn’t. Especially not Luke and Reg. They’re like me.”

Not Luke, who is ready to bolt the moment someone’s mad at him and needs to be touched every five minutes or he starts to panic that no one loves him, or Reggie, who cowers at any loud noise and needs to be touched to even feel like he exists. Not Julie, even, who had barely been able to take her hands off them for a moment when they finally became tangible, like she was scared the second she let go they would disappear.

Least of all Alex, who hid things until he was choking on them. Can’t hide how much he loves touch, when he’s feeling safe and calm.

“It just feels like so much,” Willie manages. “It’s not bad. It’s just so much. Maybe I just need more exposure.”

Alex looks at him for a long moment, takes in the uncertainty plain on his face, the way he’s still got his arms crossed tight, his thumb digging into his inner elbow, the way he had flinched at the restaurant. Tries to remember how it felt to hold himself away from the boys for the few months before he came out. How it felt when Luke was all over him, right after, the jittery oversensitivity coupled with waterfalls of relief. How it only got better with time, and touch, and love, and the boys’ patience.

He can give those things to Willie, he thinks.

“Can I hug you?” he asks, and his voice has a raw edge. Willie nods, lips pressed tight together like he’s scared of what will come out if he opens them. So Alex gives him the tightest hug he can muster. Willie shudders, a full-body release, and then holds him back.

For a moment they just stand like that, warm in each other’s arms. Alex rests his chin on the top of Willie’s head and runs one hand down his back, and up again.

“Exposure?” he checks, after who knows how long. “Is it working?”

“I don’t know,” Willie answers. He sounds a little better. “Think I’ll need a little longer to be sure. Maybe the next 48 business hours.” Yeah, much better.

“That can be arranged,” Alex agrees, even though it absolutely can’t, and is rewarded by Willie’s giggle, still a little wet, but so much more like himself. “Let’s at least arrange it on the couch, okay?”

Willie glances inside the studio, and Alex feels him hesitate. “They don’t care,” he promises Willie again. “They get it.”

This time Willie nods. Alex takes his hand, and they go inside together.

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[gasolineghuleh]

His Party, After All.

Commission for a very wonderful friend of mine. This one’s for you, Em!

BDSM with Rain.

cw: pretty rough one, i got in the zone. contains collar, leash, choking, derogatory dirty talk, pet ownership, and hints at mind control.

Adults only below.

“Rain! We’re going to be late if you play with yourself any longer!” you call, your fist firmly planted on your hip as your toe taps away on the hard floor of his dorm room. The steam from the shower has finally cleared and you can see the vague outline of your Ghoul, nude from the waist up with a towel concealing the pale grey skin beneath. He was still tired from the tour, something that showed in the sluggishness of his movements after a hot shower or upon waking up. But now, as you stand waiting by the door, your annoyance peaking by the moment, you can see the genuine happiness in his face as he smiles at you, tousling his hair with the once-white towel in his slim hands. Even the black holes of his un-masked eyes seem to glimmer with a sort of light that you haven’t seen in a while.

“Babe, chill. We won’t be late. I just gotta find my mask. I think you knocked it off of the night stand last night.” You roll your eyes good naturedly as he walks around the large bed that dominates most of his room, pressing a loud and wet kiss to your forehead as he passes. His slightly damp hair falls forward and catches briefly on your eyelashes before he steps away, leaving you smiling and wiping your face gently with the side of your hand, trying not to wipe off any of your makeup. “Ahah! Right where I thought it was.” 

“Well if you just stopped taking the damned thing off-” you start, only to be quickly interrupted by Rain, a stern tone creeping into his voice— his “dom” tone, you’ve taken to calling it, ever since that aspect of your relationship solidified. It’s something the two of you slipped into with ease, a silent understanding that this is what makes the two of you the most comfortable together. Natural.

“You’re right with the adjective at least, but what did I say about getting testy with me on whether or not I wear my mask?” Rain turns back towards you, his metal mask finally snapping back into place and covering the void that sparkles where his eyes should be— instead, they’ve reverted to the soothing cool blue glow that you’re used to, and you can feel your heart squeeze in your chest.

“I know we’ve talked about it… I just worry,” you explain, stepping forward and cupping the cold metal on his cheeks in the palms of your hands— an odd sensation for something that you consider so comforting now. Rain smiles softly down at you and slips an arm around your waist, tucking you tightly against him before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Come on, you’re the one who doesn’t want to be late.” You sigh and step back from him, waiting for him to move to the door before you follow obediently— Rain sets the rules, you just follow them. He smiles at you in approval, sweeping the door open and holding his arm towards you, bowing you through the threshold. “Such a gentleman.”

“Ah, it’s gentle Ghoul, thank you,” he corrects, but his tone is light as he laughs at his own joke. Rain falls into step with you quickly as you make your way down the hall, making last minute adjustments to the dress you’ve decided to wear. It’s a strappy thing, and not something that you’re usually comfortable in, but you love the way that Rain’s eyes follow the strings that tie haphazardly up your waist. The heels you’ve chosen are a gorgeous accompaniment, gifted by Papa himself as a birthday present— dark blue and towering, it’s a perfect compliment to Rain’s height and the blue of his eyes… Something you’re sure that the new Papa considered.

“It’s in the Grand Hall, right? Do you hear anything?” you ask, perking your ears up for the sounds of a party that you’re sure has already started. Rain hums to himself in confusion before nodding. As usual, you can help but smile at his cocky display of how much more powerful Ghouls are than “regular humans”-- it’s something he shows often, usually in more scintillating ways. 

“I can hear it. You can’t. But yes, they’ve started.” You nod and roll your eyes, tardiness now confirmed. It’s one of your most hated things, and Rain knows this, of course. A subtle punishment he’s decided to enforce for your confidence in bed last night. Swallowing hard, you pull open the door to the Great Hall and brace yourself for the cacophony of voices that follow.

“Finally!”

“There they are!”

“The Ghoul of the hour! And his bride!” 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you know how long it takes our girls to get dressed sometimes,” Rain manages to get out through a laugh. His hand falls away from your side as he moves forward to embrace Swiss and Aether, already bringing him a drink and a small plate of food. “You guys didn��t need to go through all of this for me.” 

“Hey, you’re the youngest. You get all the love still. Enjoy it,” Swiss quips, tossing you a wink as soon as Rain turns away from him. The joke of ages among the Ghouls is brought up often, and usually comes up around their human partners— a casual “one century, huh?” is their favourite way to remind everyone just how long they’ve been around. 

As the boys talk and joke with each other you let your eyes scan the room, eyeing the various decorations that have been thrown up around the Grand Hall for the occasion. Streamers in blue and silver line the walls as well as a large banner that says “Happy Spawnday!” that looks like it was scribbled rather quickly. A burn mark in the corner lets you know just who penned the message, a detail that you can’t help but laugh at. There’s a table along one side with snacks and drinks for Ghouls, and another separate table for human drinks and food. Someone by the human table catches your eye and waves you over. 

“Babe, I’m going to grab a drink, okay? I’ll be right back.” Rain looks over to you, his eyes flicking quickly to the group of girls who have waved you over— the other Ghoul’s partners; a shared clique of the only people who will understand what it’s like. He nods with a smile and it seems genuine enough, so you squeeze his hand in affection and move over to them, careful not to trip over the balloons bopping along the floor from people kicking them as they walk. 

“You two were fashionably late, as usual,” one of the girls comments, eyeing you suspiciously over her glass of wine. 

“Oh, yeah, Rain couldn’t find his mask again.” You fight to control your blushing cheeks, knowing that it’s the truth but not quite willing to divulge why he couldn’t find it. The other girl seems to know anyway, raising an eyebrow and smirking as she finishes her drink. She stands to get another and hands you one as well without asking before sinking back into her chair. “Thanks.”

“No problem, I figured you could use it, especially if you had to deal with one of them maskless.” She raises her glass to you and you do the same, taking a sip of the rich wine and sitting down in the chair across from her. You cross your leg over the other and notice how the dress falls to show your calves, accentuated by the sharp point of the heel. 

“Did he buy you that dress?” You turn to answer her, not able to miss the way her eyes are roaming along your exposed side and leg. Eyeing others in the Abbey was an accepted practice, enforced by the previous Papa— something along the lines of “we are all His children, so we should all look, si?”. 

“No, actually! I got it for myself for that Yule party that Papa had to reschedule. I figured it would be decent for this party, at least. Rain seems to like it.” When you look back to your partner he does, indeed, seem to be stealing looks at you across the Hall, eyes flashing in warning when you move enough to show him the hem of your panties through the side slit. 

“So does someone else,” she remarks, tilting her glass surreptitiously towards the other side of the room. Dew is leaning against a wall, an empty glass dangling in his claws as he watches you lasciviously. His other hand is curled by his side, gripping his thigh tightly. You look back to Rain, hoping he hasn’t noticed— but of course he has. He looks to you and shrugs, seemingly laughing it off as he finishes his conversation with the other two Ghouls in his band. 

“That could have been awful,” you say, laughing in relief as you toss back the rest of your wine. The other girls around you chitter with laughter before the conversation turns back to the finished tour- presumably what they were discussing when you came over to join them. You tune them out as you pick at the plate of food in front of you half-heartedly, your eyes moving back to Dew every so often. He’s managed to move slowly across the Hall towards you, appearing as nonchalant as possible. 

“Babe, you okay over here?” You startle slightly and look up, finally noticing Rain standing just to the side of you. He’s chewing happily on something, still flanked by Aether and Swiss. When you nod and grin at him he seems satisfied enough, dropping a light hand onto the crown of your head. ”Aeth and Swiss want to go for a quick hunt. I’ll be back. Don’t get into trouble, okay?” 

“Yes, dear,” you respond, only semi-sarcastically. You know the warning to stay out of trouble is probably a legitimate one, but you ignore it anyway. What kind of trouble could you even get into at a party thrown by the Clergy, after all? It’s not like you can get yourself hurt, or manage to get yourself lost sitting in a chair against a wall. Once Rain and his fellow bandmates move away you turn your attention back to the girl who handed you the wine. “Which one is yours?”

“Ah, we’re playing soccer moms at a tournament, I see.” She laughs and tosses her hair over her shoulder, leaning forward conspiratorially— you mimic her. “I’m with Mountain.” One of her eyebrows lifts meaningfully as she flicks her eyes towards the side of the room. When you follow her gaze you see Mountain leaning against the wall with his ankles crossed comfortably as he nurses his own drink. Your eyebrows lift in surprise as you lift your own drink to her and take another sip from your glass.

“That can't be a fun ride. At least not all the time.” She surprises you with a high-pitched giggle, nodding as she finishes off her drink and reaches for a bread roll from the center of the table.

“It's certainly not the easiest, but I would say we manage.”

“Manage what?” The two of you look up in surprise to see Dew standing over you, his arms folded in front of his chest as his eyes move between you. The look in his eye is hungry, and it's clear that he's considering the two of you as a meal almost as much as a potential dance partner. Mountain’s partner drops her eyes and mutters something into her class; she manages to get up and excuse herself lithely, practically scurrying back towards Mountain and leaving you alone with the Fire Ghoul. 

“Just girl talk, Dew. How have you been?” Your voice is stable but your heart pounds under your dress, and you’re sure that he can smell your nervousness. As a reflex you flash a grin at him, attempting to show your teeth enough to where he backs off— little tricks that you’ve learned from dating Rain… a Ghoul of a temperamental nature, himself.

“I’ve been just great, girlie. Where’s the Ghoul we’re meant to be celebrating?” Dew leans farther over you, moving his hands to his hips as he smiles. “It’s his birthday, after all. Surely he didn’t leave his beautiful girl here, all alone?”

“Ah-hah, he sure did,” you manage to laugh weakly, jumping slightly in surprise when Dew quickly stands upright and offers his hand to you. 

“Dance with me, while he’s gone. It’s been ages since I’ve had someone dance with me at one of these things. It’s fun.” Dew smiles at you, all lips this time, and it’s oddly comforting. The tug in your stomach deepens and you find yourself standing and accepting his hand lightly, suppressing an alcohol provoked giggle when the two of you stumble on to the floor. 

The band is playing one of the instrumentals that the previous Papa’s had composed— easy enough to dance to, but it still leaves some room for conversation between you. Dew’s hand grips yours lightly as he moves you with ease, gliding around the dance space in time to the music. When he dips you low, you scan the edges of the room for Rain. You know you aren’t doing anything wrong, but there’s a feeling in your gut that he wouldn’t exactly be pleased to see a Ghoul of the opposite element dancing with his partner— especially not at his party. 

“You and Rain seem comfortable together. Everything going well?” Dew asks, his tone nonchalant. You nod and open your mouth to speak just as he twirls you away from him in tempo to the song. When he twirls you back you laugh breathlessly, your head spinning from the alcohol on an empty stomach and the sensation of floating as he moves you about with ease. 

“Yes! We’re perfect. I missed him while he was on tour. It’s wonderful having you all back in the building again after so long. The halls felt empty,” you manage to get out before the song ends. Dew nods understandingly, holding your hips with both hands in a loose grasp as he waits for another song to begin. 

“It’s hard being away from our partners. Rain manages the best out of all of us. The rest… Well, we like fresh meat from time to time.” Dew flashes his teeth at you and laughs, watching your face for a brief reaction of fear before you join him in laughing. A new song starts at a faster tempo and it only takes a brief second for him to launch into another fast paced dance, making your head swirl even more than it was previously. Only when he spins you away at arms length, allowing you to pause for a moment, do you see Rain leering from the sidelines.

“Fuck,” you hiss out as Dew pulls you back in. He seems to have noticed as well, as he suddenly leans in and kisses you on the lips. Hard. You gasp and break away from him just as the song ends and turn to where you had just seen Rain, but the wall is empty. 

Your stomach drops. 

Later on that evening, after the gifts have been opened and the rest of the wine drank, Rain seeks you out. You try to keep your distance during the rest of the party, but of course he’s able to hunt you down— he’s always been able to. His hand lands firmly on the back of your arm and tightens just enough to make sure you know that he’s there. His grip doesn’t waver as he sees the rest of the partygoers out the door, claws digging just slightly into the too-soft skin there. The Hall is finally empty, and Rain starts to steer you towards the door.

“Did he think that was funny? Dancing with my human at my own party when I stepped out to hunt? Did you think it was funny too?” You manage an answer in the negative before he barks out a laugh, his other hand curled tightly by his side as he practically marches the two of you back to his room in the Ghoul dens. 

“He asked me to dance and I just said yes, I don’t know what you’re expecting of me when you leave me alone in a hall full of your friends. You could have stayed, you know. Or come back sooner than you did.” Your tone is harsher than you mean it to be, and you can’t suppress the yelp that falls out of your mouth when Rain slams the door shut behind you and locks it. 

“I came back precisely when I meant to come back, and you know it’s not your place to question that. Are you going to behave or do I need to teach you to do so?” You frown, catching yourself from his quick shove across your shoulders and crossing your arms, fixing him with a frown. Sometimes being a bit of a brat got you exactly what you wanted for the evening— more attention.

“You came back hours after you said you would! I got through an entire glass of wine and half of another full bottle by the time you came back from that hunt. Did you expect me not to have fun while I was at /your/ party?” His face, previously smiling with a type of controlled fury you rarely see, falls slack. 

“Kneel.” Rain snaps and points at the floor in front of him and you briefly consider disobeying, but the moment his hands move to the back of his head, unbuckling the straps of his mask, the idea falls from your mind. The black voids of his eyes entrance you, as they always do, and you fall to your knees in front of him, only barely having time to kick off your new heels behind you. 

“Rain, all I did was dance with Dew. I didn’t kiss him back.” It’s a weak protest but it’s one that you try before he shrugs, allowing his mask to fall to the floor from slack fingers. 

“He marked my territory. I’m marking it back. You’re my pet, not his— you know that as well as I do. You’re my little brat, aren’t you? Apparently you need taming again.” His hand goes to the buckle of his belt and you shuffle forward on your knees before you can comprehend what you're doing, your mouth already salivating at the thought of his cock slipping past your waiting lips. 

“Apparently I do,” you acquiesce, settling in on your haunches as he finally draws his cock free of his tightening suit pants. There’s already a droplet of pre-cum beading at the tip and you lick your lips out of habit, moistening them as you open wide to accept him. As soon as your mouth closes around the head of his cock his hand comes to the back of your head, gripping you gently and pulling you forward along his length.

He doesn’t stop half-way, as you expect; instead he keeps going until the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat and you gag lightly. Your nose brushes against the well groomed thatch of pubic hair and you manage to turn your eyes up towards him. Rain smiles down at you, watching as your eyes water as he keeps his cock firmly in your throat. You swallow around him reflexively, feeling your carefully applied makeup slip down your cheeks with your tears. When you swallow a second time he finally groans, his head tilting back slightly as his eyes close, shuttering the pulsing black voids that linger there. 

“Baby girl you feel so fucking good when you do that. Show me who owns you, huh?” he chides you, his fingers twining in your hair and gripping tighter as he pulls back from you. You hum an affirmative as best as you can, keeping your eyes pointed up towards his face— it’s something that loves and often asks for you to do for him. When he opens his eyes again and sees your face, his mouth splits in a wide grin. “I love a bitch who does what she’s told, even when she was told weeks ago. Practice is finally settling in, isn’t it?” 

You nod slightly, starting to bob your head along the length of his cock as his hand loosens its grip in your hair to give you the room to move. It isn’t long before you dedicate yourself completely to the task of pleasuring him, humming along his length and pressing your tongue to the spot that he loves the most. Rain grunts when you rub your teeth along his head, his hips jerking forward and shoving his cock into your throat once more. 

“Fuck… Get up, already. I’m ready for something more. And take off that dress— people have seen enough of you tonight already. I don’t need to be reminded of what Dew fucking saw.” Rain grips you by your bicep and hauls you off of the floor before pulling you close, swiping his thumb along the edge of your mouth and wiping away the spittle and precum. He looks at his thumb and grimaces, smearing it off on your dress before turning away and moving towards the bed. 

“In the hamper?” you ask, hastening to move your numbed fingers through the ties on the side of the dress and down to the zipper in the back. Rain just nods as you shuck the dress completely, taking your bra with it and tossing it into the hamper in the corner of the den. You move towards the bed to join him, leaving your panties in place— he hasn’t told you to remove them, so he must want them to stay, right?

“C’mon, do it how I taught you.” Rain stands to the side of the bed, fully nude now and waiting for you, stroking his cock idly as he looks at your body. You move with a practiced grace as you hop onto the bed and lay your chest down onto the plush bedding, raising your ass into the air for him. “And?”

“Please?” you supply, shaking your ass just slightly, knowing that his eyes are hopelessly trapped at the swaying and hypnotic movements of your hips. As you expected his hand cracks down on your ass hard and you jolt on the bed, your moan of pain and surprise morphing into pleasure. Rain chuckles behind you, his hands already coming to the sides of your panties as he pulls them down and off. 

“Such a good little pet for me, aren’t you? Who trained you this good? Was it me?” His hand rubs your ass, soothing small circles into the side he spanked. You just coo an answer and nod into the blankets, making sure that he can see how tightly you’re holding onto them in your fists. “Tell me who owns you, baby. Who owns this fuckin’ ass?” 

“You do, Rain. You’ve owned me since you met me, haven’t you?” You bite your lip for a moment, thinking, before you finally go for broke— in for a penny, right? “Show me who owns me… I think I’m starting to forget. What if I try to go to Dew’s bed?” You can hear the sharp intake of breath behind you right before both of his hands come down onto your ass, hard. 

“You think that fuckin’ Fire Ghoul is gonna be able to take you away from me? You want him to try, or do you just want me to convince you who you belong to?” The question is rhetorical and you know it, so you satisfy your need to answer by shaking your hips again. Your ears perk up when you hear the drawer to the nightstand open and shut, and the jangling of your collar and leash from his fist. “Sit up, c’mon. Let me fuckin’ remind you.” 

You raise yourself up onto your knees and hold your hair up for Rain, allowing him to strap the collar onto your neck and buckle it. His hand comes to the middle of your back as he shoves you down hard, pressing your face into the bed with a full palm. His other hand tightens the leash, jerking it taut as he moves to press himself fully against you. His cock throbs against your ass, a hot and heavy length that you’re already craving to have inside of you. Your cunt squeezes in lust as you breathe out shakily— it’s been ages since he was this forceful with you. 

“Say it.” 

“Breed me.” 

That’s all he needs to hear— his hand lets go of your head as the other fist tightens the leash further, pulling you up slightly until your face is unburied. His free hand goes to his cock and you can hear him stroke himself lightly before he brings the head to your entrance. You take a deep breath in, moaning loudly as he slowly thrusts himself inside of you, sliding in until he reaches the hilt and folds himself back over you again. Rain’s breath sounds in your ear, hot and gravelly as he speaks again. 

“Is this what you wanted when you kissed Dew?” With that, he pushes himself off of you once more only to slam his cock back into you with a brutal enough thrust to punch the air out of your lungs. Rain sets a fast and hard pace, his hips slapping against the slowly bruising part of your ass that he paid attention to earlier. It isn’t long before his teeth clamp onto your shoulder and you hiss, biting down on the blankets in front of you in an attempt to cover your increasingly loud moans and gasps of pleasure.

Rain jerks the leash when you move away slightly, one of your legs falling from its position on your knee. He only follows, pressing you down harder into the bed and continuing his quickening pace. He hasn’t taken you like this in what feels like years, the collar tight around your throat and his cock hitting places that you forgot existed. It takes you by surprise when you shudder through your first orgasm, keening and moving farther up the bed, the relentless assault of his cock only tipping you into a second climax. When the stars clear from your vision, you can hear Rain talking as he thrusts with short, fast movements. 

“Just like that baby, cry my name, tell me who owns you, huh? Who’s my fuckin’ brat?” his breath in your ear is coming harder and faster now and you can hear him grunting with every other movement. Finally he stills, his cock pulsing inside of you as he cums, teeth clamping on your shoulder hard enough to draw small pin pricks of blood. The two of you lay there for a moment, his cock still throbbing inside of you before you speak. 

“Are you convinced?” you say, your breath still coming fast and hard. Your legs are trapped under Rain’s heavy body, and his forearm is still holding you down by your shoulders, so most of your words come out muffled into the blankets. 

“Of what?” he replies, and you feel his forehead thunk down onto the back of your neck as he lets go of the leash. 

“My devotion.” 

“That was never in question. You’re mine.”

[drakenology]

A B C’s with Todoroki Shoto.

hiii! so I got this little idea while leisurely scrolling through bnha smut. idk if this creator is the originator of the trend but I wanna give credit anyways so shout out to @nillabeam​ for inspiring me to drabble on and on about my shoto doin the dirty. 

warnings: smut (obvi so 18+ please), slight daddy kink, all characters are aged up, and some swearing cause I feel like it. 

enjoy my little heathens!

A- Aftercare

Oh don’t be fooled by Todo’s calm and stoic demeanor. He is fucking insatiable in bed. 

But after a long night of ravishing you until you’re drunk on his cock, he’ll run you both a bath to soak your muscles in and relax.

Would help you in and out of the bath as he washed you up, rinsing your back for you. 

He’d leave kisses where he left harsh hickies. 

Would tell you how much he loved you, and gush about how delicate and pretty you were. EEK!!

B- Body Part 

He loved your breasts. 

You would often catch him staring at them as you talked to him, earning a stern look on your face to remind him to pay attention to you.

Would fuck you on your back just to watch them bounce and jiggle around 

He felt like your boobs were always so happy to see him, perking up when he would grab them. 

Would kiss them during sex and loves playing and sucking on them. 

Most of your hickies were all over them 

As for his own body, He really likes how toned and strong his arms got. 

He wants to protect you, so he got stronger so he can beat people up for you if he needed to. aww how sweet. 

C- Cum

He cums all over his favorite part of your body (see B). 

He also likes to cum inside you, cause he’s got a small teeny weeny breeding kink. 

You always cum first.. like it’s mandatory. He simply can’t bring himself to do it knowing you haven’t had your fill. 

When you go down on him thoooooo..

He loved to cum all over your pretty face. He always thought you looked gorgeous painted in his cum. 

He’d kiss your lips after you gave him head if a little bit of his hot cum was still on your mouth. 

D- Dirty Secret

As I said, Todoroki was a stoic and cool person out in public. 

He didn’t appear to be as sexually savant as he is 

but BABY

I’m tellin you, in the bedroom Todo is a beast. 

He really liked being called daddy.

It was something about watching your cute little face twist in pleasure whine and beg for him to fuck you. 

“Address me right, princess.” ASDGFJKF

HUGE daddy kink, da fuqq.

E- Experience 

eh.. some.

He had another girlfriend before you; some girl Endeavor set him up with. She cheated on him. 

but yeah.. my baby knows what he’s doing.

He loved showing you his moves. Watching your amazed and fucked out face was his favorite part of fucking you. 

F- Favorite Position

He loved them all tbh. 

He liked to experiment with a lot of different positions, getting bored pretty quickly.

But his tried and true is missionary.

He got to watch your face react to his every maneuver, kiss your neck to mark you up as his territory as he whispers in your ear sweet praises 

“Good girl, kitten.” “So good for me.” “You feel so good, baby”

Also your luscious breasts were front and center for him to stare at as he pounds you ooooooooo. 

G- Goofy

Yeah soo.. Shoto is a little serious. A little too serious in fact. 

Once when you two were making out he lifted you up, trying to carry you into your room as he bumped your head on the door frame. 

God it was like you were on life support or something

He apologized a million times, blaming himself as if he severely hurt you. 

You just giggle and kiss him in hopes it’ll shut him up and calm his worrying. You knew it was just an accident. 

H- Hair

He kept himself pretty trim, not really liking having a lot of hair on his body, for the exception of his arms and legs. He couldn’t help that he was a hairy guy (I imagine Endeavor being a lil hairy under his hero costume soo genetics?)

I- Intimacy

 he’s such a hopeless romantic it’s adorable.

he dotes on you the whole time, ensuring he’s not hurting you too much 

would kiss you over and over again

wants to you be comfortable at all times. 

in moments like these you’re the only thing that matters. 

J- Jack off

If for whatever reason he’s away, he always calls you. 

“I need you baby, what are you wearing right now?” He’ll ask, no matter if he’s in an important meeting or away on business, if he’s horny he’s horny.

Needs your voice to help him through his orgasm. 

Loves to facetime when he’s away so he can see your face and your body. 

“Yes, god Y/N you’re so perfect. Bend over for me.. yes..” He groaned, sloppily palming away at his length as he comes to his climax.

K- Kink

he’s got a lot sksksns

definitely a fucking dom

loves telling you what to do, always calling the shots in bed most of the time

Loves pet names, “baby girl” “kitten” “princess” 

overstimulates you sometimes just to see you squirm under him, the sick bastard. 

high key a sadist.. he’ll never openly admit to that tho

L- Location 

anywhere, surprisingly. 

If you two were out with friends and he felt an urge to taste you, he’d simply say you two are going to the car to get something, only to start having sex with you in the back seat. 

Fucks you in his office

Fucked you in his childhood bedroom once as a fuck you to his father. haha.

down for whateva.

M- Motivation

one thing that always got him going was you acting coy. Like you don’t know that what you’re doing is turning him on. 

You lean a little more, your blouse unbuttoned so he can see your ample cleavage. 

“What do you mean, Sho?” You bat your eyelashes, smirking at him as you watch his face turn red. 

“Fuck Y/N, don’t be cute. You’ll be sorry when we get home.” He would hiss at you, secretly not wanting you to stop teasing him.

He loved your sexy ass.

N-No 

he hated excessive hitting or pain play.

he was always too scared to hurt you, knowing he could by mistake at any given point. 

he just won’t hit you.. so don’t ask.

O- Oral

he loved sloppy, degrading head from you. 

fucks your throat sometimes, loves hearing you gag. 

when he gives you head though, he’s relentless.

he wont stop until your sobbing, begging him to fill you as he ate you out, shallowly fingering you with one finger to make you.

“Aw.. look at you. So desperate. You want me inside you, kitten?” UGHHH

P- Pace

depends on the situation or what mood he’s in. 

when he’s making love to you, his pace is slow and methodical, wanting to savor the moment

however when you’ve been bad... FUCK

he’s gonna pound you into the mattress until you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, begging him to slow down so you can catch you breath

“Don’t cry now, princess. You had so much mouth earlier.” He would mock you, smirking at your weakened state. Yall I-

Q- Quickies

as much as he loved taking his time with you, quickies were something that were quite vital for you two.

Shoto was always busy with something as he always kept himself occupied to provide for you two. 

Whenever the opportunity arises, you two strike while the iron’s hot

R- Risk 

Shoto likes to explore every aspect of sex, so that leaves for lots of room for exploration.

Finding new spots to touch and lick and suck on. 

He loved taking risks if it meant he got to listen to your sweet moans. 

S- Stamina

uhm.. yes. 

he had a fuck ton, you often cumming multiple times before he did. 

“I hope you’re not tapping out on me. I’m not through with you yet.” He would coo to you, urging you to yet another orgasm. 

he almost felt bad for you, as you twitch and shake overstimulated from his stamina being filled to the goddamn brim. 

T- Toys

he used them on you a lot.

loved little bullet vibrators, they were so handy in helping him send you into a frenzy. 

one night he had made you squirt when he used one on you as he fucked you senseless. 

“Ooh I know you’ve got some more in there for me, kitten. Be a good girl and do that again.” 

he also liked to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo. 

he found it pretty easy to degrade you as he watched you try mimic his thrusts with it. 

“You wish that was me don’t you, kitten? Too bad.” 

U- Unfair 

he totally LOVES teasing you

in public especially, loving to see you flustered and speechless as you try and talk to others. 

“What’s wrong, princess? You seem a little hot.” He’d say, caressing your inner thigh under the table at dinner. 

V- Volume

todo isn’t very loud in bed.

he’ll grunt and groan against your skin has he fucked you 

definitely cussing a lot under his breath and whispering praises or obscenities in your ear as he took you. 

“Ugh..baby. You feel so good.” “You’re mine..all mine.” “Shit, you’re so wet.”

W- Wild Card!!!

todoroki’s favorite memory of one of your ventures was when he had you bent over the kitchen sink. he didn’t think you could cum that hard around him, the feelings almost sending him into his own release.

he loved when you wore dresses to give him easy access to your pussy. 

loved fucking you in them, something about pulling it up to reveal you cheeky little panties made him feral. 

X- X-Ray

todoroki is PACKIN okay? 

i don’t imagine him being extra long, but he had really nice girth

still to this day you’re left speechless when he pulls that glizzy out his boxers. 

Y-Yearning

shoto loves you.. like a lot.

everything you do kinda sends him into a frenzy, wanting you right then and there. 

he wants sex pretty much all the time, I think the only time he’s not horny is when he’s working. 

Z- Zzz

you always fell asleep first, being that shoto wears you the fuck out

he liked to watch you sleep, leaving soft kisses all over your face. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He’d whisper, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep with you. AWWWW 

whew this shit took longer than I thought. hope yall liked this. i’m finally starting to write about more characters other than my baby daddy katsuki. bye! 

[rens-room]

kuroko no basket thoughts: 

season 1 (2 and 3 under the cut) 

pick one name for this show please. and no it can’t be “the basketball which kuroko plays” bc that’s way too long. 

it’s comfort show time! (I’m gonna get hate but I enjoy knb more than haikyuu-I’m only explaining that if asked). 

these kids are so extra lol. 

“ball is life”

I did learn almost everything I know about sports from sports anime and thats kinda helpful. 

do you ever go up to someone you just met and make them outrageous promises and also declare yourself their partner? no? just kuroko things. 

poor kise gets treated like an attack dog bc he can mimic attacks and he really doesn’t deserve that. 

it’s funny bc the whole show is about middle school trauma (and drama) which is...pretty accurate. 

also underneath all the absurd powers/abilities the narrative is really sweet and the story itself is about friendship. the super extra abilities and visuals are just to draw you in and add another layer because anime/manga is a visual storytelling medium. 

gotta love how kuroko just does risky things and then his tall friends come to back him up. 

he promised kagami a partnership for basketball but kagami is really acting as his bodyguard to keep kuroko safe so they can actually play basketball. 

does mitobe ever...speak? 

midorima and midoriya are green and lucky. (no really, I refer to midoriya as deku to avoid mental confusion between the characters). 

is midorima’s way of shooting threes even...possible/practical? (I’m sure this has been answered before but please send me links if it has). 

it’s the color coordinated flip phones for me.

you know it’s 2000s- 2010s anime when they start bringing out the colored flip phones. 

midorima is that bitch with everyones star chart memorized and you best believe he knows everyones lucky items too. 

despite being some of the more basic character designs, I really like takao, izuki, and imayoshi. 

hyuga is great. of course his personality is a little warped after having to destroy his figurines. 

on that note aida is a sadist which is also great. 

tbh all of the miracles are treated like tools by their highschool teams and thats 1 rude, 2 kinda fucked up, and 3 the reason they’re all stuck up assholes with god complexes. 

the FUCKING TENSION at the tables when kise, midorima, kagami, and kuroko are at the restaurant together. (also takao leaving midorima there like the chaos agent he is, *chefs kiss*).

the flying food that just so happens to land on midorima’s head for me. (good job takao!)

SAKURAIIIIIIIII my favorite apologetic mushroom!! I love him.

they really called him “mushroom #9” ahhhhh. 

honey lemons...no not like that. 

so theres the “defeat my evil ex teammates” angle or the “defeat my evil exes” angle and both are correct. 

its the ken burns-esque montages for me. 

ah I forgot about kaijo’s rebound bitch. he’s loud. 

imayoshi is such a snake. I love him.

kaijo got the best deal on a miracle. aomine is Difficult to work with, midorima is crazy, murasakibara doesn’t even like the sport, and akashi is Crazy™. kise is objectively the most normal and easiest to have on a team. plus he (debatably) has the best ability: perfect copy.

season 2

ah yes get ready for himura tatsuya and Cringe english.

also tepei you literally broke the “first years only” rule you helped create.

when murasakibara is on screen: attack on titan theme intensifies.

I think I like the visuals for the first op of season 2 (3rd overall op) the most. (it may be my overall favorite op). 

murasakibara YOU CANT JUST RIP OFF SOMEONES EYEBROW!

vanishing drive here we come!

the real question is how himuro played street ball in jeans.

for midorima size does matter lol. 

blond hyuga is always funny.  

izuki being called cutie by the coaches dad lol. 

ah the required hot springs fanservice episode.  

being out of highschool now (I’m rewatching knb) the Kirisaki Daiichi High match is more painful. hanamiya is too cruel to ruin people’s lives like that. 

the best scene is in episode 38. it involves scissors. 

akashi literally owns all of them. he’s not your “former” captian if you still come when called. 

akashi you can’t just stab people. 

also your bangs look terrible akashi. 

forget midorima’s shots, how TF does aomine do this!! are they possible? or would making them irl be more luck than skill? 

midorima looks like a carrot in his uniform with the orange and green. 

the best part of this is the matches are pretty short all things considered like theres two 6 episode matches and the final is like 9 but most are resolved kn less than five.

as a short person™, murasakibara personally offends me.  

phantom shot is so hype. 

I love how they name attacks like in shonen. it’s really cute. 

why’s my favorite character type either pretty boy: himuro and takao or psychopath: akashi??

it should be illegal to not only break the basket but also single handedly lift up another human. 

is kise allowed to talk to kagami and murasakibara during the yosen match? what was he doing so close to the court?

I’ve always thought hyuga, riko, and teppei gave off poly relationship vibes. they all look at each other/interact in the same way.

kagami as a point guard actually made me laugh out loud. it’s so out of character for him and it surprised yosen.

I love the end cards with the characters at the end of every episode.

crunchyroll has given me so many quest protein bar ads. is it because I’m watching sports anime?

himuro’s fakeouts give me death note “I know that you know that I know” vibes.

is the montage music the same as an op? if so which one?

season 3

I SHARE A BIRTHDAY WITH A KNB CHARACTER! 

it’s fun that seirin comes full circle and plays kaijo basically last in the winter cup as they were the first team they scrimmaged in the series.  

the pacing and balance of the show is one of the best parts. its complete and flows well . 

the black wristband is so subtle, yet it’s been there since the beginning, such good foreshadowing. I honestly only noticed because I’m rewatching. 

the nostalgia of the opening narration about the generation of miracles. yes it will get tiring like the first one, but I enjoy the throwback/reference. 

one of the show’s strong points is the ability to circle back to things. combined with the steady pacing and overall balance between matches, training arcs, and fun excursions, knb is one of the most well rounded and complete feeling anime I have seen. 

1 I forgot about haizaki, 2 he looked better with his middle school hairstyle, 3 he and hanamiya would get along like a house on fire. 

the transition in the opening narration of the miracles from teiko to their current team’s uniform is so smooth and visually pleasing. especially akashi’s because you can see his eye change color. 

the fireworks in the opening are kinda random but they are fun. 

so I really loved bungou stray dogs op trash candy and it got me into granrodeo. I also remember liking (and still like) the music in knb. imagine my surprise when I found out granrodeo is responsible for like half the music in knb. 

there’s so many grudge matches lol. 

season three, the season of backstory and flashbacks. 

aomine to haizaki: the only one who can mess with my friends is me.

ah the not so subtle introduction of rakuzan. 

akashi has cat eyes. he literally is a cat. 

ok but during the shutoku match when akashi ankle breaks two guys at once and then literally dribbles the ball over one of their heads. power move. 

takao and midorima’s threes in the rakuzan match remind me of hinata and kageyama’s Freak-Quick attack. 

I love mibuchi. so much. and hayama. so rakuzan might be my favorite team after seirin...

akashi is short. and a bit of a psychopath, but mostly short. 

the bokushi/oreshi thing is a lot more obvious to see (hear) in a rewatch of the show. 

SHAKE MIDORIMA’s FUCKING HAND AKASHI! 

midorima doesn’t bow low, kinda like another tall, (standoffish) glasses-wearing character- tsukishima. 

“declaration of war” “return the favor” kise is such a dynamic character and I like him for that. 

isn’t kise a little too op? 

awww I forgot furihata plays in the kaijo game. 

kasamatsu is actually really cool. 

it’s a shame that every new technique kuroko comes up with is defeated so quickly.  

the TEIKO DAYS OP OMG I’M GONNA CRY!! THEY’RE SO SMALL AND CUTE AND INNOCENT AHHHHHHH! (episode 63) 

knb is about fixing friendships/repairing relationships and I think that’s really sweet. 

the similarities between aomine and kagami meeting kuroko are so good (and painful). 

kuroko just really loves and cares about his friends. which is really nice to see. 

the height difference between nijimura and akashi at teiko. 

kuroko really said: my life was kinda a disaster, and then akashi happened and I picked up a misdirection book, and then it really turned into a disaster. 

onigiri oops I mean Ogiwara-kun! 

the miracles are sooooooo cute in middle school! they’re tiny and look so young and not traumatized. 

underrated part of the teiko flashbacks is seeing whatever ridiculous item midorima is carrying around. 

true talent is throwing a box of snacks like a basket ball and successfully hitting a moving target in the face. 

me confusing personality types with Japanese blood type stereotypes: theres no way midorima is type B, he should be type A. me after reading what Japanese blood type stereotypes are: ah never mind midorima is selfish and uncooperative. 

knb is also about unlearning behaviors/thought patterns to be a better person. and making fucking friends. 

watching the miracles fall apart is not easier the second time, if anything it hurts more because you know it’s coming and there’s nothing you can do.  

teiko was so toxic! like on every level the ideology of the school caused harm to literal children. 

akashi does have a wholeass suit of armor in the dining room wtf. 

there’s also of course the competing victory philosophies explored in the show not to mention the sport elements that are outside my immediate range of knowledge. 

look at what you did, teiko: you fucked up a perfectly good group of kids, now they have god complexes. 

so not only is Tsuchida’s girlfriend really pretty, but she’s also smooth af! way to make your s/o feel good about not being a starter! 

the love I feel for mitobe, he’s honestly so great. he’s tall, quiet, and can cook. 

of course rakuzan get’s their own op, they’re the final battle. 

HAHAHAHA HOW DOES IT FEEL TO GET REPLACED?! (jk I love mayuzumi) but really making a kuroko 2.0 and debuting him during finals is cruel. 

is mibuchi’s earth shot like allowed? is it ok to intentionally foul the opponent to get a free throw? or am I just overthinking this?

nebuya you don’t have to add “muscles” to all your move names. in fact please don’t. 

YOU CAN’T DUNK YOU’RE ONLY 5′8″!! (not fair!) 

hyuga gets stuck in his own head a lot. 

only akashi would know how to manipulate the human body into kneeling. 

rip mayuzumi. he gets used by everyone. his team, akashi, and kuroko. I would not be able to go back on the court knowing that I’m just a tool. 

I honestly forget about the zone every time I watch knb. I could probably live without it. the flashy moves on the court were enough for me. 

he’s baaaaacckkkk!!!

I like that while a winner was established, all the teams were still motivated for the future. 

was anyone going to tell me nijimura and akashi switched jersey numbers at teiko when akashi took over as captain?? or was I just supposed to piece that together myself?

the extra episode for kuroko’s birthday is so cute! 

midorima calling takao because his luck is bad and he saw a black cat is too funny. 

it’s ok kuroko! for one day out of the year people remember you!

takao the delivery man: he specializes in special items for cancers and the occasional human named midorima shintaro (or himuro tatsuya lol). 

furihata really has the worst luck lol. he opens the door and it’s akashi. 

(last game is dead to me)

[biisexualemma]

crazy. oscar diaz

word count: 1847

warnings: bit of swearing but mainly angsty/fluff

requested: ‘Hey boo could I ask for an imagine with spooky where him and reader fight like crazy with each other like they're friends but they get on each other's nerves a lot and one/both of them realised they actually like the other? And they confess? Idk yhis is dumb I guess but I like the idea of them annoying each other and arguing like crazy before realising they like each other more than they'd like to admit🥺 thank you so much if you go with this!! 💛💛’

plot: best friends / haters / lovers?

masterlist

"suck my dick!"

"gladly!" he shouted back.

your frown deepened when he said this. you groaned with frustration. he always had better comebacks than you did, it drove you crazy in instances like this (which were pretty frequent).

you turned around to leave before the conversation could escalate any further. "you know, you should really watch your mouth, mami," he shouted before you could get to the door, and you couldn't leave it alone.

spinning around, you marched back over to him with a pointed finger. "don't tell me what to do, papi," you poked at his chest as you mimicked his little nickname.

oscars eyes widened for a split second, before regaining his composure. you faltered for a second, unsure of what had just happened. his nostrils flared a little and he closed his eyes for a second. "you're the most annoying hyna i've ever met."

you paused. "so you think i'm pretty?"

he rolled his eyes. "actually, shut up."

you let out a small smile, still kinda annoyed with him, as he was with you. he shoved you away from him, shaking his head and leaving the room.

"yeah, you go to your room mister," you teased. oscar stopped in his tracks and you knew you'd probably teased him one too many times for today. you cracked a proper smile this time, in fear of what was coming. he turned around and saw your face.

he immediately marched over, grabbing your waist as you squealed. he threw you over his shoulder before tossing you onto the couch. you let out a loud laugh as he did. your teasing worked every time, he was so easy.

"asshole," you breathed in between laughs. oscar picked up a pillow and chucked it at you.

"i can't believe it took me so long to realise how much i hate you," he towered over you, you held your hands up in defence.

"no you don't," you cheesed. oscar stared at you for a moment, you held the smile on your face, before picking up the same pillow and hitting you with it again over the head. "hey!"

"get a room, please," both your heads snapped towards the front door where cesar was now standing. he rolled his eyes, dropping his school bag at the door before quickly making his way to his room. "seriously, gross."

"at least i'm not sucking his face off like you with monse!" you shouted as he slammed his bedroom door behind him. "seriously, give the girl a break!" you heard cesar shout something incoherent back which you giggled at.

oscar watched with a smug expression as you interacted with his brother. you might be the biggest pain in his ass but there was something else there. you were the only person that could get away with speaking to oscar the way you do. he kinda liked it.

you averted your attention back to oscar, who you caught staring for a split second before he could realise what he was doing. you furrowed your brows for a split second. you noticed him do this a few times, more and more often.

"whatcha' staring at papi?" you titled your head, wearing a teasing smirk. you did kind of want an answer though.

he shook his head, a tortured smile on his lips when he did. "don't call me that."

"what? you can get away with calling me mami but i can't call you papi?" you sneered. "is it some kind of obscure double standard?"

he shook his head again, ducking. "call me that one more time and see what happens," he stood towering over you. you looked up at him quizzically. you were dying to know just exactly what he would do if you said it again. and you were exactly the kind of person to find out.

"what? papi?" you quirked an eyebrow. oscar rolled his head back, laughing a little.

"don't say i didn't warn you," your eyes widened and before you could protest, he was on top of you. his hands moved to your sides and he begun relentless tickling the life out of you. you squealed, desperately trying to push his hands away in between laughter.

"ok!" you shouted, pleadingly. "ok, ok, ok!" you kicked your feet, knocking oscar off his balance and causing him to crash on top of you. you groaned, the weight of him crushing you. you let out a strained breath. "jesus christ, what do you eat? you weigh a fucking tonne," you teased. oscar choked out a laugh, pushing himself up and off you with his arms either side of you.

he paused, his face hovering just above yours. the smile slowly slipped from your lips, your eyes darting between his as he stopped to look at you. your cheeks were flushed from all the squirming and laughing, your eyes wide and stunned, and your hair was all over the place, falling over your face. oscar pushed the hair out of your face.

you gulped, before whispering. "what're you looking at—" you choked on your words a little when oscar's lips tilted closer to yours. he took this as his cue and kissed you. your eyebrows raised, letting him kiss you for a moment before you retaliated. your hand roamed to his shirt where you balled your hand into a fist around the fabric and pulled him closer.

quickly after you pulled him closer, you came to your senses and pushed him away. you squirmed underneath him, pushing him off you and standing up. oscar sat quietly, mulling over what he'd just done, he wasn't sure whether that was something he should have acted on.

"what— why'd you just kiss me?" you had your back to him, you touched your lips with your fingers. you were breathing pretty heavily. you weren't sure how you felt about it. it felt good at the time, no doubt, but now you weren't so sure it should have happened. it could potentially mess everything up.

"i—" oscar couldn't form a sentence. you spun around to see he was just as baffled as you were. you chewed your lip, trying to think of what to do or say. "i don't know— you just looked at me and i— don't know."

your heart was beating pretty fast.

"i look at you all the time, oscar," the frown on your face softened. this was oscar, your best friend. of course you knew how attractive he was, and of course you were a little bit in love with him. but you never ever considered doing anything about it because you loved your relationship the way it was, and you would never want to ruin that.

he rolled his eyes when you said this. "why do you always have to say something annoying? you were the one looking at me with your stupid brown eyes, it's not my fault i got lost in them—"

"you got lost in my eyes?" you were gaping at him. you couldn't help but tease him, it was how your relationship worked. "jesus christ oscar. we kissed once and you're talking like a— i don't even know— like a taylor swift song."

"you're so dramatic," he rolled his eyes again, gritting his teeth slightly. he hadn't given this much thought until it happened, it wasn't something he thought about too much. he'd always seen you as a friend, nothing more. he kind of had to shut off the part of his brain that thought you were unbelievably attractive because otherwise he'd be kissing you all the time. and he liked you as his friend, so that wouldn't work out. "it was just a kiss. i'm not proposing."

"damn right you won't be," you huffed, calming down a bit now the shock of it had passed through your system. "i just don't know what this means. we're supposed to be friends."

"i don't know—" oscar huffed. "does it have to mean everything? can't i just kiss you and that's that? do we have to talk about it?"

you rolled your eyes this time. "you want to sit on this and never talk about it again like you do with everything else? like that has worked out so well for you already?"

he groaned. "i take back the kiss. you're so annoying."

you were both kinda quiet for a minute as you thought about it. you didn't know how to not mock him constantly, you'd been doing it for years, you didn't know how else to talk to him.

"do you like me?" you tried to be serious for once in your life.

oscar shrugged. "i don't know— maybe. i haven't thought about it," you nodded, accepting his answer. it was pretty similar to how you were feeling. "do you like me?"

you moved to sit next to him on the couch. "i probably would if you kissed me again," you said honestly. "it was a pretty good kiss.”

oscar tried to conceal his smirk, 'cause he knew you'd make some sort of snappy comment if you saw. he hummed. "yeah it was."

you clenched your jaw, glancing at oscar who was staring at you again. your eyes moved down to his lips and back up again. you leaned closer, inches away from his face, and when he didn't pull back, you leant forward and kissed him again.

oscar kissed back almost straight away, his hands touching your waist and pulling you closer. you deepened the kiss, your hands roaming to the back of his neck so you could get as close as possible. you were practically on top of him before you had to pull away for air.

breathing heavily, you retracted your arms and stared at him kind of hopelessly. "yeah that was definitely worth doing again."

oscar couldn't help but let out a soft smile, which you couldn't help but mimic.

"you're actually really pretty when you're not being a pain in the ass," you scoffed at his comment.

"i'm pretty all the time," you nudged his shoulder, jokingly.

he hummed, shrugging. "maybe a little."

"what does this mean?"

he shrugged for a the millionth time. you wanted to shove him and tell him to use his words but you decided against it. what it meant was that he wanted to kiss you again and again, but he didn't feel confident admitting that yet.

"we'll have to find out."

"could you be more vague—"

"alright. so i like you, you like me, we just keep this up and see where it goes."

you nodded hesitantly. he reached, touching your arm gently. "don't overthink it."

you smiled a little, rolling your eyes. "alright fine."

his hand moved to your ass, pulling you over, mumbling come 'ere. which you did, you rolled over, straddling him where he sat. you sat back, watching him take all of you in. you felt like you could get used to this. it was definitely better than a smack in the face with a pillow.