#i finished this while i was supposed to be getting ready to hang out w my friends tonight

[augustslippedavvay]

when i see you, the whole world reduces to just that room (eddie munson)

summary: after what feels like the longest year of your life, you’re ready to ring in 1987 in the wheelers’ basement with your closest friends, one of whom you’ve begun to think of as a little more than that - and you’re starting to suspect he might have, too.

author’s note: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! idk i’m supposed to be finishing like, eight other wips but i decided to spur of the moment write a really self indulgent new year’s eve blurb bc why not!!! i’m feeling festive!!! i hope u like <33 also i scouted TIRELESSLY for lyrics for a good title for this before i settled on this one from ‘don’t delete the kisses’ by wolf alice - i looked through like a dozen ‘new year’s kiss’-esque playlists to find a good song LMAOOO

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader word count: 2k <3 warnings: none just fluffy nonsense, mutual pining, maybe a lil angst bc of the events of season 4 

“I swear to all that is holy, if you two don’t make out tonight, I’m–”

“It’s not that simple, Buckley, okay?”

“It totally is that simple, Eddie! You’ve been crushing for ages, just kiss her already!”

“Everything alright in here?”

Eddie and Robin look up at where you’re leaning against the doorway, both of their faces pale, like you’ve caught them in the act of something reprehensible, but really they’re just standing in front of the kitchen sink talking in hushed voices. Which, in retrospect, isn’t any less suspicious. You cock an eyebrow. “I heard shouting.”

“Yeah, fine,” Robin says, smiling, then brushes past you on her way back to the basement. “Eddie and I were just discussing some very important business. I’ll be downstairs. Happy new year!”

“Happy new year,” you murmur, pressing a hand against her arm as she passes. You glance up at Eddie, frozen on the other side of the room, hesitating for a moment before stepping three paces closer. “You okay?”

Eddie hums, his back still turned to you. His Iron Maiden tee rides up on one side, exposing the tanned plane of his back as he reaches up to grab the champagne flutes Mrs. Wheeler keeps in the cupboard above the sink, where really nobody can reach them except the big kids, and now Mike, the beanpole. You press a thumb to your bottom lip contemplatively, take a small, shuddering breath.

“Are you sure? It sounded like you and Robin–”

“Yeah, sweetheart, all’s fine,” Eddie says, turning and gesturing towards himself with three glasses in his hand. “Can you help me grab the rest of these? Told Harrington I’d make sure they were ready for midnight.”

“Of course,” you murmur, taking the ones already in his hands into yours, your knuckles brushing only briefly against his, and watch him grab four more by the stem, wincing only slightly when they clink together. He turns to face you, meeting your eye momentarily and when you go to open your mouth again, he raises his eyebrows and angles his head in the direction of the basement. You sigh. “Yeah, sure, let’s get these downstairs.”

As you descend the stairs behind Eddie, you watch Robin, Steve, Vickie, and Nancy peel themselves apart, each of them giving you their own wary glances, heading off into different corners of the basement, busying themselves and avoiding your gaze. You stop abruptly when you reach the bottom of the stairs, try to cross your arms as far as they’ll go with the champagne flutes in your grasp.

“Seriously, you guys, what the hell is going on?”

“Nothing!” You shoot a glare at Robin, who crosses her heart with her fingers. “Nothing’s going on. Swear.”

“You’re all being so weird, and upstairs, in the kitchen, you and Eddie, like, practically jumped out of your skin when I walked in the room, and now this?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Robin insists, glancing sideways at Steve. “We, uh. We’ve all just been trying to convince Eddie to apply to work at that tiny new record store going in in the spring. He thinks it’s a long shot, but we all know he’s a shoe-in. He’s being too stubborn about it, honestly.”

Eddie scoffs, and you frown, but resume your descent, handing the champagne flutes to Steve, who sets them on a table set up in the furthest corner of the room. You glance at Eddie, suspiciously quiet, who’s ditched his own glasses and is now busying himself trying to figure out the TV.

“Fine, whatever.”

“We can have champagne tonight, too, right?” Max pipes up from the couch, and you narrow your eyes at her. She’s clearly in on whatever the others are up to, changing the subject like that. She holds her arms up defensively.

“No, Mayfield, everyone’s parents would kill me,” Steve scoffs, prompting some muttered insults from Max. “Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. I’m serious.”

Protests pop up around the room, all of the kids suddenly offended at the prospect that they’re too young to have champagne with the rest of you, though they hadn’t been bothered until Max brought it up. 

“I mean, I think, like, half a glass wouldn’t hurt?”

Steve looks at Nancy, eyes wide, a bewildered look passing across his face. “Nance, I thought I’d at least have you on my side!”

Jonathan laughs and throws an arm around Nancy’s shoulder. He shrugs. “What’s the harm, Harrington? Nancy’s parents are out of town, we’re all just gonna crash here anyway. Live a little, dude.”

“Yeah, Harrington,” Max grins, and Steve shoots her a warning glance. 

“Fine, fine, whatever,” Steve says, glancing up at you. “Give me a hand again?”

Plastic cups of champagne are passed around, and you watch as everyone experiences it for the first time. El is sniffing the drink, not sure what to make of it, glancing up at Will, who seems not to mind the taste. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike are all watching Max for her reaction, and when she takes her first sip she immediately pulls a face, disgusted. 

“God, it’s so…dry?”

Steve snorts. “It’s champagne, Mayfield! Get used to it!” 

On the TV, everyone is preparing for the ball to drop. Jonathan grabs Nancy, Vickie grabs Robin, and you watch all of your friends hug and preemptively wish one another a happy new year. After the year you’ve all had, you can’t help but tear up a little at the sight of everyone you love safe and happy and together in the same room.

“Hey, uh,” Eddie whispers, standing at your shoulder with a full flute of champagne in his outstretched hand. You thank him and tap the glass against his own, watching him over its rim as you take your first sip. Eddie clears his throat, one hand clasped around the back of his neck. “You wouldn’t by any chance, I don’t know, want to be my new year’s kiss?”

You swallow the sparkling wine, trying to discern from the look on his face whether he’s being serious or not. His brown eyes are so bright, even in the dimly-lit basement.

When you realize he’s not joking, you take a step closer to him. “Yeah, yes, Eddie,” you breathe, one hand pressed against his chest through his tee shirt. Your hand holding your drink drops to your side, and Eddie clasps one hand around it. 

“Yeah?” He says, grinning, and you nod one more time for good measure. One hand against the side of your face, Eddie lets out a long breath, his cheeks flushing. “You’re sure?”

“Munson,” you whisper into the space between your open mouths, and as the countdown starts, everyone in the room chants along. Five, four, three– “Kiss me.”

Eddie hardly hesitates, and when the clock strikes midnight, he presses his lips to yours before you’ve even had the chance to close your eyes. His mouth is soft, his body so warm. His nose bumps against yours when you shift your head to deepen the kiss, which he welcomes for a moment before pulling away.

You all cheer, ringing in the new year, and now your frostbitten cheeks mirror his own, laughing as you catch Steve’s eye.

“It’s about time,” Steve says, rolling his eyes, but it’s playful, and you glance up at Eddie, watching as a smile makes its way onto his face, and you start to smile, too. You shove Steve’s shoulder then tuck your face into Eddie’s neck, who wraps one protective arm around you.

“Be careful aiming that attitude at my girl, Harrington,” Eddie teases, palming the back of your neck, pulling your face back to look him in the eye. His gaze is drawn down toward your lips, still wet from his, and kiss-reddened, for only a moment before it meets yours once more. The affection you’re faced with almost knocks your knees out from under you.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you respond, leaning forward enough to push your nose against his. Eddie grins.

“He’s right, you know,” Eddie whispers, and you nod. He is right. “Been wantin’ to do that for so long, you’ve got no clue. Just never plucked up the courage.”

“Is this what all of you were up to tonight? Which one of these hooligans finally convinced you to do it?”

“Um, all of us hooligans, actually,” Steve murmurs, chugging the rest of the champagne in his flute and pulling a face. Robin gives you a guilty look and mouths Sorry! when you aim a halfhearted glare at her. “He was like a lovesick puppy. It was gross, the way he’d moon over you, making eyes at you whenever you turned your back.”

Eddie makes a noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head. “I was not mooning, Harrington.”

“Oh, you were mooning, man. Thank God that’s over.”

“Hey,” you murmur, grinning up at Eddie. “If I tell you I was mooning, too, but I was just better at hiding it, would that make you feel any better?”

“You know what,” Eddie sighs, planting a kiss on your cheek. “That does make me feel a lot better, sweetheart. Thank you.”

“No problem, baby.”

Eddie laughs at the pet name and pushes both hands up under the back of your shirt, pulling you tight against him, one of his thumbs underneath the band of your bra.

“Seriously, should we give you guys the room, or?”

“Shut it, Henderson,” Eddie grumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips back to yours once, twice, three more times. 

You grin against Eddie’s mouth and finally pull back for good, and when he whines, you give him a searing look. “We can continue this when there aren’t minors present, Munson.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, sweetheart.”

You begin to make your way around the room, hugging each of your friends close. Wishing everyone a happy new year. Knowing the cost everyone paid to be here today. Thankful to still be alive to hold the people you love. Glancing over at Eddie every once in a while, and finding that he’s already watching you, a sweet, shy smile on his face. 

And if you fall asleep that night on the couch spooning Eddie, waking up in the small hours of the morning to turn him in your arms and kiss him silly, no one else has to know. You pull away from him, lips aching from the memory of his against yours, and click your tongue.

“You really spent all year pining after me?”

“Well, not...all year long.” You give him a knowing look, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear, and he laughs softly. “Okay, yeah, most of the year. I swear it wasn’t as bad as Harrington made it seem, but you just - you made it really hard not to fall in love with you, sweetheart, what with saving my life, you know,” he whispers, biting his lip, and sucks in one more sharp breath before finishing with, “and all.”

Fondness softens your gaze. 

“You should’ve said something, Eddie,” you murmur, bringing your hand back up to run your knuckles across the side of his face. He preens at your featherlight touch, pursing his lips, his gaze slipping down to your mouth. “You should’ve said something sooner. I would’ve let you kiss me, like, six months ago, if I knew.”

“Yeah,” he says, laughing. “We got a lot of time to make up for.” 

The two of you fall into silence, and Eddie smiles at you, a slow, soft, lover’s smile, meant only for you in the dark of the Wheelers’ den, the unspoken thought that thank God you even can make it up hanging between you. It’s not lost on you that it’s a miracle you’re even holding him it all.

The others are scattered, asleep, elsewhere in the house. All of these people you love, these kids who’ve had to grow up so fast, who’ve all faced the prospect of a terrifying end head-on and found respite in one another after the fact. The strongest, bravest group of humans you’ve ever met. 

You hum, lost in thought, and shift so your face is pressed between Eddie’s neck and his pillow, your mouth against the skin right behind his ear.

“We have all the time in the world, Eddie.”

[hoshigray]

My Professor's Final Spring Praise ༄ K. Nanami

"Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs?"

A/n: Yessirrrrrr!! First work of my very first series!! I'm very nervous about this as this is the first time committing to writing consecutively for a specific theme, but I got faith in myself!! Also, it's Nanami and my birthday!!!ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ So as soon as this is posted, I'm signing off and enjoying my day with my hubby Kento~ (sike I'm not, just gonna hang with friends, lol). But anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this piece, and thank you so very much for 1k followers~~~!!! Not my best work, but it's a decent start for the series! >:D (will proofread l8r tmrw)

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions.

Wc: 3.4k

Dear Diary...it's been a long while since I had to come to you as an outlet for my thoughts. But something happened today that caused my mind to go rampant, and I need to rely on you again...

Today is supposed to be the best day of the year. You just finished taking your last in-person exam, you were able to finish packing up all your stuff, and you're now ready to kiss this campus goodbye until the upcoming fall season.

You could not wait to start your summer plans. Not only will you work in the internship you've been hoping to get into since last semester, but you'll finally have ample time to hang with your best friends ever — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara!

The summer break has been the end goal for the four of you, and now that your finals are finally over, there's no stopping you from enjoying the season to the best you can!

However, as much as you say you're excited, it doesn't correlate to your actual feelings at this point in time. Something happened that altered your entire perception of what the future was supposed to be.

Something so out of the ordinary that you don't know how to properly feel or think about the situation.

Something so out of the ordinary that you turn to a diary to let your thoughts out, alone in your shared dorm room when all the other roommates have left earlier in the week.

Something so completely out of the ordinary that it sends chills down your spine just reminiscing the moment before sitting at this exact desk writing about what transpired earlier.

It all started when I went to my last in-person exam with Yuuji, where everyone else was waiting for the professor...

You and Yuuji had the same Biology class to take care of one of your science credits, and the exam was to take place on the last day of finals week. Although you've been told it's not supposed to be a difficult test — it's a bunch of multiple questions, short answers, and one essay — the exam period starts from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Three hours of endless testing was enough to put you, Yuuji, and all the other classmates in shambles, embracing guaranteed failures and having no idea how to study.

Luckily, a true saint descended from above to bless you and your peers with a professor who knows what he's doing and is patient enough to lead you to the right path. Your professor, Kento Nanami, was relatively young enough to connect with his fellow students but held a well-mannered and stern cadence that gained the respect and admiration of those around him. He was able to steer you guys into a secure approach to your studying: taking in questions, making study guides for quizzes and midterms, and highlighting significant areas from the textbook throughout the semester that will be shown on today's exam.

So through all the diligent preparation and practical labs you've attended, you feel way more confident with the material than at the start of the semester. Can't say the same for Yuuji, who's more nervous than you (with his three unexcused absences and constantly coming to you for help). But as long as y'all are suffering together, that's all that matters.

The only problem is that the exam is sectioned into three parts — sixty multiple-choice questions that are one point each, ten short answer questions that are also one point each, one mix-and-match portion, and the essay is ten whole points by itself (twenty if you can answer five bonus questions afterward). So, off the bat, everyone understands why three hours are given to complete the exam. But Professor Nanami said, "You all should be fine because it doesn't necessarily have to take you all three hours to complete. So if you finish early, you can get outta here." Say less.

So once you entered the usual classroom with Yuuji, you followed through and sat distant from each other at the same table. The professor came on time as always, instructing the class on where to get the exam on the class website, giving the password to unlock it, and wishing you luck.

The only sounds in the space were people clicking their keyboards, sighs, and groans, and people packing up to leave after submitting their exams before thanking their professor for a great semester. Soon the number of students would thin out, leaving just you and Yuuji still completing your exam.

Yuuji finished at the two-hour mark, releasing an extended sigh of relief before hurriedly stuffing his laptop in his backpack. He goes down to thank and bear hug the professor. And you giggle at the expression of Nanami's dismay because he would've sufficed with a simple handshake like the other students. But that's what makes Yuuji an anomaly to the mass, being exceptionally himself no matter where or who he's with. The salmon-haired boy walks up and wishes you luck, going to his dorm to pack the last of his things and promising to pick you up when you're done.

And then it was just you and him: the professor standing at the podium in front of the classroom, reading a book while you finish the last bonus questions before submitting it on the class site. You sigh heavily, and a massive wave of relief washes over you. You did it. You handled all your exams. You're finally free!

"Finished?" You look for where the voice comes from. The professor looks up from his book at your figure.

You place your laptop in your bag and stand up from your seat. It took you twenty more minutes just to finish compared to Yuuji. "Yup! It wasn't so bad like you said, but I had more trouble with the bonus questions than everything else." You stretch your arms and legs.

Nanami chuckles at your feedback. "I see. I did say the bonus questions would be more lab-based. Good thing those who couldn't make it to some of the labs got to see me so I could help them or assign them with the other students who missed."

"You mean like Yuuji?" You walk up to the podium to be in front of your professor. "Because the poor guy couldn't make it to some of the labs because of club activities."

"Yes, Itadori is one of those students." Nanami smiles at the mention of the salmon-haired other. "He's undoubtedly a hard-working student, asking questions and enjoying the lectures. But that's for when he is in the class."

You chuckle as the subtle shade at your friend. "He does try, though! All the times we've studied together since this exam shows that he wanted to put his whole heart into this class. Not to mention that you're secretly his favorite teacher~." You mention the last part hoping it sparks something in the professor, and you're glad to see that the older man releases a wee chortle at the tiny piece of information.

"Hmm, well, I appreciate his enthusiasm and that he was deeply interested in the class. However," your professor closes his book and walks to the side of the podium, erasing an imaginary barrier between the two of you. "You also play a huge part in his engagement. He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Your brows trench, but a smile creeps past your conscious. "What makes you say that?"

"You've been a particular student in my class. Not only are you an easy grader, but you capture the material so well that Itadori trusts you enough to help him when I'm not available to do so. Anytime you ask me a question, it's always outside the textbook or linked to something you looked into outside the lectures."

The smile on your face grows large, and you look away to shield it from his vision. "Thank you, Professor Nanami."

"I won't be surprised if I check the grades later and see that you got an excellent grade." He removes his glasses and places them on the podium with his book. "I'd also suggest you consider minoring in this field if you'd like. And did you sign up for that scholarship I mentioned to you around two weeks ago?"

"Yes, I filled it out last week."

"Good." He moves a hand to place on your shoulder, and the action takes you aback because it's the first time he's ever touched you. "I expect great things from you, Y/n. I'm sure whatever you want to do in this life, you'll do just fine."

You bashfully nod at his kind words. And you extend your hand up to him to signify a ready handshake. "Thank you, professor. And thank you so much for all your help this semester."

The hand that was on your shoulder grabs hold of your hand. But what happens next was far from what you expected.

Nanami lifts your hand with his and faintly sets his lips on the back of your knuckles.

And this is the provenance of what sets everything in motion.

What he did to your hand didn't just surprise you, but also surprised him. Nanami froze with your hand still in his, not daring to move as you have yet moved an inch.

Why did I do that? It's the biggest question that runs through his mind at this time. One moment he was praising you for being one of his best students, then he busses his lips onto your hand the next. But why?

Nanami knew he was done for. Unable to look into your eyes, he can only tighten his hold on your hand. This was so not part of his routine. Today was supposed to be like any other exam day. He only came here to see his students for one last time before the start of summer break. He only came here to see his final class and have them take the exam before heading home. So why?

Perhaps it was the feelings of spring blinding him like a child. Or maybe his emotions got the better of him. But today was the last day of the semester he'd see his favorite pupil — you. Until now, the professor has done a phenomenal job maintaining an appropriate relationship between teacher and student, keeping a respectable distance while tending to his scholars.

And yet, he still would catch himself sneaking a selfish glance at you following through with his lectures, his heart swooning when you use your lovely voice to ask a question, or going blind when you flash a smile that rivals the sun's beam.

It's never right to have favorites; however, you clearly were the one that caught his attention the most.

Yet, also, this type of relationship is not the best for Nanami or you. You are a student, and he is your teacher. This could damage the reputation of both of you. It's the least favorable outcome between the two of you...

...So why haven't you snatched your hand away from mine yet?

Your hands tighten back with his, and the man finally chooses to look at you.

You're eyes bore into him, looking at him as if he's the only thing meant to have your concentration. Your breathing descends to a slower pace, but the rhythm of your heart beats the more you look at the man before you. "Professor Nanami..." you said his name in a whisper, and God, did it feel so wrong to do such a thing. As if your mouth would be thrown into a pit of flames for even calling to him with an indescribable connotation. Your mind is now fueled with a deep emotion rooted within, rooted with a scary longing.

"Y/n..." It felt even more wrong to have your name hushed in his voice, so hot to the ears that they could melt any second. Even so, a part of you wishes he would repeat it in the same tone again. Expressing the exact feeling of wanting something, wanting you.

Observant brown eyes lock in with your eyes. Faces move forward with hesitance. Eyes close. Noses begin to brush their skins against each other. And pairs of lips seal an unfortunate yet desirable event that cannot be revoked.

It takes a few minutes for you two to melt into each other from the makeout session. It takes a few minutes to block the glass windows with portable whiteboards to block the view from the outside. And it takes a few minutes for you to be a disheveled mess with your back on a table with Nanami between your legs, fingering your throbbing vulva and licking your slick and sensitive clitoris.

"Hoooh...Mmmm, Professor Nanami, your tongue. I-It feels too good—Nnnmph!!"

Nanami flicks his tongue on your sensitive, the cause for you to cry out. "Y/n, I told you. It's just the two of us, so call me by my name."

No, you mustn't. That's taking things too far. But, "K-Kentooo," that name is too tempting to not have seeped through your moans. "Your tongue and fingersss, they're too much!"

His middle and forefinger pull and push inside your gushy walls, prompting more of your sweet cries to fill the blonde man's eardrums. "Is that so? Too much for you? Think you're gonna cum?"

You nod desperately with each question, your cunt clenching around his digits as if you were to snatch them off. But that would be impossible when he's playing with your pussy like a toy. Sweat starts to form on your forehead, your orgasm inching in closer and closer by the second.

And Nanami notices, resulting in him coming to your aid for release. His tongue goes back to lapping around clit, kissing and sucking on the bud while the tempo of his fingers increases.

Your climax hits you hard, having your body twitch and quiver as the inner walls of your slit contract around the digits scraping your velvety texture. You grab tufts of his blond hair, messing up its neat shape. But neither of you cares, too engulfed with each other to worry about the details. Tears form at the end of your eyes as you experience your high, and you try to steady your breathing when your professor withdrawals himself from you.

"Good job, sweet pea. Made a mess on my fingers." He praises you while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his well-defined torso for your eyes to see. But the real prize is when he unzips his pants and pulls down his briefs, his erect cock out in the open for you to marvel at.

But before you could look at it with all its glory, the tip of his dick presses up against your cunt, sliding it up and down to warm you up before entry. The feeling of his shaft grinding on your folds and clit is enough to have chills travel down your spine.

"Alright, love, I'm gonna go slow for you, okay?" His chocolate brown eyes examine your face to give him a response. You nibble on your lip and brace yourself after confirming your cooperation. "If you want me to stop, let me know. So, take some breaths for me."

And with that, the blonde pushes his cock into you with every exhale you take, the twinge of pain making it difficult to focus. Yet you still pull through because you want this so fucking much. There's no turning back now. And when the tip of his cock finally nestles inside your vagina, a choked shriek departs from your lips.

Slowly, Nanami pushes himself into you, every inch of his cock venturing further into your welcoming, throbbing chasm. He brushes up against your sweet spots causing you to jerk up. Nanami coaxes you through it. "It's okay, darling. You're taking me so well."

Tears come streaming down when the base of his cock kisses your folds, your union now solidified. The blonde gives you a moment to get acclimated with his girth inside before he gradually instructs a patient pace of the hips.

"Mmmm, Kento. 'S so good..." You mewl into the air, your face feeling hot and sweaty. The slow rhythm of his ruts is tantalizing, but it feels so good having his length scrape your insides. "Pleaseee, go fasteeer—"

"Want it faster? Nnmmm, damn, I'll go faster, baby." When the moment is right, his thrusts quicken the cadence, provoking more blissful whimpers to fill the silent room.

Your hands find purchase on his back, your legs wrapping around his waist to cage him close to you. And Nanami takes the notion as a signal for him to dial up the speed, thrusting so deep into your pussy with an erratic tempo. Pelvis smacking hard on your slit and tender clit that it has you seeing stars.

"Hmmm, Ahh—Ahhhh! Ohhhh, fucking shit!" The harsh ruts to your lower half keep your ground to the table beneath you, sweat sticking your clothes to your back. The sounds of skin slapping each other are on par with your pornographic noises, having you feel indecent and shameful. But it's too late now.

"Hmmph! Oh, fuck," husky groans exit from Nanami, the man putting his forehead on yours. "You feel so good and tight around me, love. So close to—Ahhhh!! Shit, so close to cumming.."

You swallow the spit that secretes your mouth. "Haaaah, Kentoooo—" your eyes are shut to wholly focus on the commotion beneath you. Your sexes smacking each other, forcing you to clench around him with every thrust of the hips. "I'm about to—Nnnaaahh!! Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna cummm!"

He kisses your forehead. "You want to cum, sweet pea?"

"Yesssss, please, please, pleaseee!!" Begging for your release is all you can do as your mind turns into mush, the familiar sensation crawling back to haunt you.

He hushes your cries with his lips on yours, the final kiss filled with scorching passion while Nanami pistons a few thrusts plunging to your vulva.

Your orgasm washes over you again, and you moan blissfully into the blonde's mouth. Your gushy walls flutter around his member for the last time, coating it with your essence. And Nanami had to be quick not to sink too deep into the feeling, or else he'd spill his release into you. He removed himself from your lips and body, ejaculating his load onto your bare stomach, and you gasped at the contact of his fluids spilling on your exposed skin.

You look up to survey the man before you, and you're met with an image you never thought you'd see. Blonde hair that was once slicked neatly now had messy strands that framed his face beautifully. Sweat covered his sculpted physique, and hooded brown eyes examined your body under him.

Letting the silence calm the both of you down from your aftershocks, Nanami glances at your face and smiles. He brings a hand to cup your cheek, brushing off tears that painted your face.

"Glad to have you this semester. Have a good summer, darling."

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BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!

An abrupt sound has you stop writing on the entry, bringing you back to the present time.

It sounded like it came from the front door, so you stuff your diary into your bag and exit the room to find out who's causing all the ruckus. When you open the door, the first thing that enters your line of vision is pink hair.

Your friend, Yuuji Itadori.

"Yo!" He greets you. "Ready to go? I called up your phone like four times."

"Oh, you did? Sorry, I must've forgotten to put it back on vibrate after the exam." You move out of the way for Yuuji to enter your dorm, closing the door behind him. "My stuff is in my room. I got two suitcases, a duffel bag, and my backpack."

"Alright then, let's hurry and get out of here! Think we can take the freeway since it's late at night, and traffic should be gone by now."

Yuuji grabs your two suitcases and heads outside to put them inside the trunk of his car. You walk around to check and see if anything is missing or misplaced before heading to your room and grabbing the other bags.

Yet before you leave the space entirely, you grab your diary again and write your final thoughts.

...I don't know what possessed me to let what happened happen. But, at the same time, I don't hate it for happening? I don't know...it was probably the feelings of spring taking over me or the relief that I finished all my exams.

But one thing is for sure; if I wasn't the last person to leave that classroom, none of that would've happened. I wouldn't have experienced that new side of Professor Nanami.

And as long as this keeps between me and him, then I'm kinda glad that it happened.

[xhdream]

LOSER(S)

01. a souvenir from my biggest fan

pairing: youtuber theo x fem!reader

genre: smut w/ a sprinkle of plot wc: 2.9k

summary: the charming guy running the youtube channel you enjoy watching mostly because of him and not the games he’s playing, moves in the apartment across from yours, and turns out to be the biggest asshole you’ve encountered in years

chapter contains: switch!reader, unprotected sex, cussing, dirty talk, choking (m), oral (f), orgasm denial

a/n: please, keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

📁 loser(s) masterlist

“Wow, you’re an asshole in real life,” you keep talking bitterly with little flames in your eyes. “I’m actually impressed with your acting skills.”

A frustrated airy laugh slips through your lips while Taeyang’s, on the other hand, curl up at the corners, amused at how seriously you’re taking this whole situation.

“Sorry to ruin the little fantasy you had of me, sweetheart.”

“You should be glad that I prefer to spend my time doing anything else than dealing with you,” you turn to your front door and flip the key, “cause I can just call the cops.”

“Are you sure that’s what you really prefer?”

This is not the first time you’re fighting Choi Taeyang in the middle of the hallway, nor it’s the last unless you move buildings. His youtube channel is growing rapidly which calls for more content and less peace for you.

He's still leaning against the door frame with his headset hanging from his neck. The subtle mischievous spark in his eyes, the one you know so well from the multiple videos you’ve seen from him, is so different in real life - straight up mean, making you wonder how you used to find his channel fun and comforting despite the terrifying games he plays.

“You’re at my fucking door almost every single night,” he continues. “Maybe I should call them, you seem more of a stalker than a marketing manager.”

“Fuck off,” you spit out entering your apartment. “You’re a pathetic loser with no life.”

“Bitch.” Taeyang slams the door of his home the second you shut yours.

A month ago you couldn't wait to finish work and hop on the bus to head back home.

Now, you go home on foot so it can take you extra minutes to arrive.

The time you finish work is the time Taeyang comes back from the gym, and by the hour you're lounging in bed ready to relax with your new favorite show is the hour he turns on the usual scary games, and transforms your cozy time in a mirage. Today is going to be no different, because he has zero empathy for people’s feelings, so you take your time even with walking towards the elevator after you arrive at your apartment building.

“Wait!”

You make out the too familiar voice echoing in the hallway along with the stamping sound of his footsteps just when you press the button.

Taeyang runs through the open doors, and you walk in after him faking a smile. His ebony black hair is half wet and his outfit casual, consisting only of a pair of sweatpants and a white t-shirt under his unzipped hoodie. Judging by the bag with beer cans in his hand your guesses are correct - his workout is done and he's going to take his seat in front of the computer.

The unnerving silence fills the air the second the doors close in front of your eyes.

“Next time fill up your mouth with your panties or something,” Taeyang glances up at the changing neon numbers. “What if you accidentally scream my name? I don’t wanna hear that.”

He fakes a disgusted expression and shakes his shoulders as an attempt to get rid of the image in his head.

You knew putting your earphones in to blast music as you use your vibrator is risky since sometimes you tend to be more vocal than others, but what were you supposed to do when all of his exaggerated yelling and cussing comes through the wall exactly where your bed is?

You can’t touch yourself during the day because you’re at work, and now you can’t do it before sleep because of him.

Your fake chuckle rings hollow in the small space. You look away, but you cannot escape his face though. You both see each other in the reflecting glass that’s all around you; it’s a little blurry, but not enough to not be aware that you’re staring at each other.

“Good to know you take off that headset once in a while.” You raise your chin up. “Maybe I should touch myself more often if that’s gonna help a loser like you get a life.”

The doors slide open, and you walk out first, feeling Taeyang’s gaze all over your ass.

“Is your boring corporate job stressing you out, sweetheart?” He calls out behind you, as you walk down the corridor. “Is that why you’re taking your anger out on me since day one?”

“I love my job,” you say when he catches up your pace.

“And you hate mine.”

“Because of you,” you glare at him, stopping in front of your apartment. You don’t even realise when you started raising your voice. “It’s your lack of responsibility and consideration I have a problem with, not what you do.”

“Shh, you’re going to disturb the neighbours.” Taeyang puts a finger on his lips, and for the first time you feel the urge to slap a person.

He comes closer to you while staring at your cleavage. It’s flushed with a delicate reddish color that he could associate only with himself and the emotions he brings within you.

“Do you want me to help you out with that? I can help you relieve some of the pressure, doll… most of it.”

You breathe in once, looking in his eyes.

You breathe in twice… recognising the fresh earthy aroma coming from his skin and damp hair.

It’s not your voice that gives him an answer, but your lips that smash against his own.

That’s exactly what Taeyang hoped for, and his arms immediately go around your waist, pulling you close after he drops the bag of beer cans on the ground. His hands slide down to grip your ass cheeks through the linen fabric of your pants, that’s too thin and his cock already starts to gain pressure from how much it allows him to feel in his palms.

“My place or yours?” You pull back just to ask the question then kiss him again.

Taeyang’s hands go up, sneaking under your shirt.

“You already know what my room looks like, it’s time I see yours.”

“That’s fair.”

He doesn’t leave you out of sight as he gets rid of his clothes while you unbutton your shirt. Once you’re left in your lingerie he doesn’t give you a chance to remove it, because he pushes you onto the bed, covering your skin with wet kisses. You look gorgeous in it anyways, so he doesn’t mind if it stays on a little longer.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he mutters against the flesh of your tummy before grinding his tongue up to your bellybutton. His hands are squishing your breasts harshly making you gasp. “Fuck, drives me crazy.”

His teeth bite the hem of your lace panties, pull and let it drop with a smack.

When he moves up to lock lips with yours again they seem to move even more eagerly than minutes before. His tongue invades your mouth almost with a frustration, leaving you out of breath and panting for more.

But you rather get that yourself.

“What the—“ He stumbles around his words surprised from suddenly finding himself on his back.

You swiftly succeed in straddling his hips as he didn’t have the chance to react in time to prevent you from getting on top.

“Shut up,” you say, unclipping your bra and rubbing your clit on his stiffened length at the same time. You still have your panties on and you see his gaze darkening from wanting to rip them off. “Mm, your cock is so hard...”

“Take it in your greedy mouth then.” He grips your hips forcing them to move quicker. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Yeah, but that would be too easy.”

Taeyang laughs before grabbing your arms to bring your face down into his.

You gasp through a smile creeping up on your face. You can’t hide the enjoyment from his rough responses to every single thing you do.

“These tricks don’t work on me, doll. Be a good girl and do as I say from now on.”

“You’re not the only player here, pretty boy.” You pull his bottom lip with your teeth, and his erection twitches against your clit, both from the bite and your attitude. “I will suck your dick when I decide you’ve earned it.”

Before you realise a thing, Taeyang flips you over and strips you from your panties pushing them inside your mouth. His hands bend your knees with fingers digging into your skin finally spreading you apart. As his mouth waters from the seductive sight of what’s between your thighs, yours spit out the underwear.

“Tsk,” Taeyang picks it up, and muffles your irritated whines by returning them back where they were. “What an ungrateful doll. I’m doing you a favor and this is how you say thank you?”

He holds his palm over your lips to keep the fabric in place while his other one gives your right boob a slap followed by a few more after he catches you make a muffled pleasant sound.

Eventually the grumpy look on your face dissipates into a rapture as the pleasure from his tongue comes in waves, each more powerful than the other. He alternates between sucking and lapping on your juices while also playing with the pacing of his licks over your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, you taste too sweet for such an angry girl,” he groans before gliding his tongue through your sloppy folds only to swirl the tip of it around your clit again.

And you eat pussy too well for such a loser.

Your chin begins to leak from your drooling, slipping down your neck as your panties get soaked with your moans and spit. The fact you’re not able to be loud as you need to makes your jaw clench with frustration, but your pussy even more aroused under Taeyang’s tongue.

His grip on your thighs tighten painfully limiting your shakiness as he buries his coarse mouth even deeper, grazing his teeth against your intimate lips; tongue tracing stripes from your dripping hole up to your most sensitive point over and over again. He makes out with your entire cunt the same way he kisses you - mean with a desire to control.

“I can make it feel even better if you promise not to empty your filthy mouth,” he glances at you, giving you a nice view of all the glistening fluids all over his face.

You nod too quickly, you realise, but most of the stubbornness left you the moment his tongue touched you for the first time.

You grip the sheets cause your fingers are already tempted to pull out the underwear the more his swollen tip levels with your entrance.

You’ve never taken such big size before and your heart starts racing excitedly at the thought of the appealing girth sinking inside you.

“Shit,” Taeyang’s brows knit together while his length fills you up bit by bit, tightening the knot of pleasure in his core. “You’re too fuckin’ small and tight for me.”

He inserts it all the way slowly, wanting you to feel the way you suck in with ease every inch of him; wanting you to know just how bad you needed him. However, once it’s in, his patience dies down giving his hips the freedom to move as quickly as possible.

Taeyang runs a hand through his dark hair, then moves it over your lower tummy, pressing against his cock that’s reaching the desired spot over and over again. His sharp gaze follows your eyes fluttering in bliss, as the rush he creates invades your body.

Once he leans in to hang your right leg over his shoulder for a deeper thrust, your repressed mewls rise even higher; erotic heavy growls just like in the videos he watches to jerk off.

“We get along so much better when you have your mouth shut, don’t you think?” He fans your face while holding himself up on his hands.

A groan escapes his puffy lips before he could catch it after you bury fingers in his hair and tug on the roots, pulling him closer.

With one tilt of his head Taeyang drops your panties down after stealing them from your mouth with his teeth.

“Mind if I keep those?” He asks and receives the sound of the first real raw moans of yours as an answer.

It would be a foolish lie if he says he won’t be thinking about them after this.

“A souvenir from my biggest fan…” He whispers in your ear and you can feel the intoxicating effect that his voice alone has on you.

His hips slow down for the first time, moving slowly in circles while he catches his breath.

“Shit, Tae… Faster.” You pull his hair like you’re holding on for dear life, as you sense every inch of him making you more dizzy with those slow massaging motions.

“Faster?” He repeats with a sudden powerful slam from his hips, that catches you off guard. “Are you close?” He pulls out almost all the way only to shove himself again, stabbing your g-spot. “Wanna cum… is that it?”

“Yeah…” Your whimper gets lost from the lewd noises when he proceeds to pound into you, but this time rapidly without stopping for a second. The skin on skin slapping merges with Taeyang’s hitched heavy breathing, but he still manages to catch the little broken yes-es coming from underneath him. “Fuck—“

Your mouth remains open, but not because your awaited climax arrives, but because Taeyang pulls out just before it does.

The burning dissatisfaction from what was about to be your most intense orgasm being stolen from you forces you to turn over and wail in your pillow.

“Shhh,” Taeyang turns you back around, slapping your inner thigh with his drenched cock. Your squirmy lips bring a devilish smirk on his face. “It’s not that bad, doll. You can take it.”

A moment later his eyes watch you suspiciously raising up.

You grab the base of his dick determined to take charge.

“I wanted to cum so bad from this pretty cock,” you coo moving your fist up and down, as he rests on his knees in front of you with his unbelievably captivating plump lips and cold gaze.

His face begins to scrunch up from your quickening hand, and the way your playful thumb keeps going over his red tip like it knows just when is the perfect time to do it.

“I’ve never had such a big one in my pussy before…” You add on to his arousal. “Feels nice.”

“Shit,” Taeyang throws his head back. His chest rises heavily while his abs clench from the stimulation. “Just nice?” He lifts up to look at you challengingly. It drives him nuts how you always lit up a fire in his chest by irritating him, and turning him on at the same time.

“Go on…” You provoke him, squeezing the leaky shape of his head. “You’ve called me worse than that.”

Taeyang gulps when you drop his erection only to grip it with your aroused walls instead. You both sigh in sync as you get in contact with the electrifying warmth once again, that now feels ten times more intense.

Although it’s subtle, you don’t miss the change in his expression when you begin to bounce just like you wanted to in the beginning.

“Don’t.” You command the second you sense the presence of his hands on your waist, desperate to regain control. “You’re going to let me do this.”

You quicken your movements, watching him chew on his mouth from the overwhelming rush he desperately tries to keep under control.

“Why…” Taeyang’s voice comes out too breathless to continue his question. The fact your hand wraps around his throat to put pressure on the sides of his neck doesn’t help either. This is the first time he allows something like this, and it makes his heart flutter from an unfamiliar thrill.

“Why what, pretty boy?” You slow down, curious to know what he’s thinking right now.

Taeyang only shakes his head, turning his knuckles white from gripping the sheets. He wants to push you on your back, to cuss at you and fuck you until you’re sore, and can’t mutter a single word to him… but he’s captivated. It’s like every time you touch him you secretly cast a spell on him that he’s unable to break through.

The only thing he could say is…

“Just… keep going.”

You smile, tilting his chin higher to meet his eyes.

The speed of your lower body picks up when you begin to ride him chasing your high - with the head of his cock kissing right where you need it, and the most arousing sounds slipping from his lips that begin to pout with every next move.

“Holy s-shit—“ Taeyang chokes on his moan moving his hands on your waist, but not interrupting your movements. “Y/N…”

“Not yet,” you say, feeling shivers down your spine from the way he pants your name. “Wait for me.” You release his throat, trying your best to keep the rapid pace going.

Taeyang cusses in the crook of your neck where he starts biting harshly to distract himself from how bad he needs to cum, not caring at all that you keep hissing from his sucking.

“Can’t…” he grunts against the wet skin under your earlobe. “Fuck, come on, cream my cock you slut.” He grabs a handful of your hair, and that turns out to be just enough to snap the overwhelming knot in your tummy.

You rock your hips back and forth more slowly, panting as the ecstatic rush passes through your veins when suddenly Taeyang’s weak husky voice surprises you.

“You’re amazingly hot.”

Your two fingers slip through his lips and he allows that too.

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[itaehynz]

a night to remember.

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader.

genre: (mdni) smut, slight fluff, pwp (?)

warnings: subby!soobin, oral (m. receiving), nipple play (reader receiving), soobin’s obsessed w tits per usual, riding, talks of shaving, breeding kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, praise kink, mommy kink, public sex (kinda?), unprotected sex (do NOT do this.) lmk if i missed any!

summary: soobin hasn’t seen you in months. but after tiring days of work, late night practices and tons of all nighters, another successful tour finished. what better way to gift him than showing up at his afterparty & leaving him with a night to remember?

notes: this is my partaking in @napofamoon’s growing pain collaboration! this is also my comeback post and way to bring in the new year, i hope you guys enjoy it! happy reading & happy new year’s, blessings and love to all. ^^

“so baby, are you gonna make it to the afterparty? i know you have work to do so i just wanted to make sure,” soobin asks with a gentle tone.

“yes my love, i’ll be there so there’s no need to worry about it.” you respond, typing away at your computer.

you hear soobin hum on the other end before sighing softly, “i’ve missed you so much.” he says with a soft, pleading tone. you smile softly at his tone thinking of how else his tone would come in handy.

“i’ve missed you so much more bin, it’s been so lonely without you love,” you pout, hearing soobin chuckle quietly on the other end.

“do you mean it’s been quiet without me?” he asks with a hint of sarcasm in his response.

you roll your eyes at that, “yes that too, it’s been nice not hearing you yell every other minute because gyu wouldn’t cover you in the game i guess.” you add, thinking back to all those times soobin has interrupted your wonderful moments of sleep with him yelling at beomgyu on his video game.

“hm, that’s what i thought,” he says snarkily. you both giggle at the unpleasant memories before soobin sighs heavily.

“i have to go, gotta go back on stage for our encore show. which means it’s time you should be getting for the afterparty, i wanna see how pretty you’re gonna look.” you smile at that, looking over at the dress that’s hanging on your closet door. newly bought, picked out just for soobin to see you in.

“i suppose you’re right, i already have my outfit ready anyways.” you breathe out, rubbing your lips in thought of soobin’s reaction to your dress.

“i’m sure i’ll love it & i can’t wait to see you in it, see you soon pretty!” he says before hanging up, which leaves you to wonder what shenanigans you two will get into due to this dress.

you plug your phone up, deciding to let it charge while you get ready. so many thoughts on how this night that awaits you could go, after almost four months of not being able to see soobin due to his tour.

shunning these thoughts away, you decide to just go get ready and let the wind take you wherever it wants.

you begin to rise from your bed, stripping yourself of your clothes and reaching for your towel. as you wrap yourself in the fabric, you walk to the bathroom turning on the shower and playing music before stepping in.

you carefully step under the warm water, running your washcloth, which is lathered in soap, over your dripping body. you scrub every part of your body with precision, making sure to get every crevice of your body. after washing yourself once, you grab your shaving tools to begin your “everything shower” routine.

you shave every inch of hair off of your body, brush your teeth, wash your hair and begin to wash your body once again. after doing so, you do a twirl under your shower head to make sure every bit of soap is rinsed off your skin.

after showering for what has been over 45 minutes, you turn off the shower and begin stepping out of the foggy bathroom with your towel wrapped around your body and an extra one wrapped around your head.

as soon as you step back into your room, your phone begins ringing.

you walk over to your charging phone to see who’s calling, reading “my bunny 🤍🐰” on the screen, automatically smiling before picking up the call.

“hello?” you say into your phone, “hi pretty! i tried calling you but stopped awhile ago assuming you were getting ready, are you?” you hear soobin say on the other end, his words shaky with heavy breaths added to them.

you chuckle lightly, “yes soob, i’m still getting ready. is it okay if i call you back later? y’know, when i’m on my way there?”

“hmm, yeah that’s okay! i’ll talk to you later then, bye babe!” he says, awaiting your answer.

“bye pretty boy, talk to you later.” you say before hanging up and laying your phone back down on your bedside table. you decide to sit down on your bed as you begin to moisturize yourself, reaching every crevice making sure to leave no trace of dryness on your skin.

once you’re done doing so, you walk over to your closet reaching for your black dress. the dress in sight has a long slit at the thigh which will reveal almost your entire thigh and an open space from your shoulder to just under your sternum. the dress shows skin in all the right places, leaving little room for the imagination.

you take the dress off the hanger it was on, stepping into it slowly. you pull the fabric over your shoulders, walking in front of your mirror to see how it looks on you.

it brings out your curves well, fits you perfectly and makes you feel and look good. you smile to yourself, thinking about how soobin will react once he sees it. walking back over to your bed, you step into your strappy black heels tightening the strap in back.

once you finish getting all dolled up, you grab a small bag and your casual black jean jacket to finish off your outfit. walking over to your mirror, you finally let down your hair which you had tied up beforehand.

putting on a bit of mascara and eyeliner, you pucker your lips and add the finishing touch: lip gloss. you mess with your hair a bit and finally order an uber, which says 5 minutes. you begin walking to your front door, picking up your keys and turning off all of your lights.

you quickly walk out your front door, locking it behind you and hurriedly rush to the elevator making it downstairs before your uber leaves you.

after getting in your uber, you call soobin. he picks up almost immediately and you hear loud music playing in the background of his location, “hi baby!” he says loudly making sure you can hear him over the music, “are you on your way here?” you wince slightly at the sound of him practically screaming in your ear.

“yes bin, i’m on my way i’ll see you in a bit okay?” you say as you hear soobin laughing on the other end, “okay babe, see you!” he says before hanging up.

you put your phone in your purse and allow yourself a few minutes of silence before arriving at the club the afterparty is located. you’re excited, excited for the night that awaits you. but you’re also nervous, nervous for soobin’s reaction to your outfit… you know he’ll like it (a lot) but you’re still nervous. you brush the thought to the back of your mind and proceed with your night, let’s do this.

-

you step into the club, immediately looking around for soobin. once you find him, you walk past him acting as if you can’t see him to see if one of his members will point you out to him. as you do that, you see a mutual friend of you guys’, yunjin. you walk up to her, thankfully she’s not far from soobin & his members.

as you begin chatting it up with her, you suddenly decide to take off your jacket and hold it on your arm. after doing that, you suddenly feel a few pairs of eyes on you and hear yeonjun say something.

“woah, soob isn’t that y/n? she looks really nice,” yeonjun says tapping soobin’s shoulder and pointing to you. soobin looks over and his eyes widen at your not-so-sudden appearance next to yunjin.

you’re laughing with her, laughing ever so beautifully, soobin thinks to himself. “i’ll be right back.” he says, walking over to you.

he cautiously taps you on the shoulder, watching as you turn around to face him. once you turn around, he gulps and his mouth goes agape. “hi my pretty boy,” you say, batting your lashes at him.

“hi pretty, you look… perfect. is this all for me?” he asks bashfully, still taken aback at how perfect you look. you nod, “yes baby, it’s all for you.” you say as you notice soobin’s eyes trailing down you and stopping at your breasts which causes you to smile.

he gulps sharply once again, “ah, well, i really love this— um— dress on you.” you smile at how nervous he’s become. oh, how the tables have turned.

“mm, ‘m sure you do pretty boy. you look quite handsome yourself,” you say finally acknowledging the finely tailored suit he has on, raising your hands and playing with his tie a bit.

you feel him gulp, which causes you to look up at him through your lashes and smile prettily. you try to look down curious as to what he’s wearing on his feet, but something catches you off guard.

your pretty boy has a boner.

you chuckle softly at the sight, looking back up at soobin & standing on your tippy toes slightly to whisper in his ear.

“want me to handle that for you, baby?” you ask, cockiness heavy in your tone.

soobin nods softly, watching as you grab his hand and take him to the private lounge in the back of the club. there’s multiple eyes trailing the two of you, including yunjin and the members.

once the two of you reach the lounge, soobin slams his lips onto yours. just as eager as him, you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. he slips his tongue in between your lips, clashing his teeth into yours softly.

you slowly bring your hands to his hair, threading your fingers through it and pulling it roughly. that was enough to get him moaning. as he moans out loudly, you pull his head back more for access to his neck. you begin to suck on his neck with ease, which causes him to softly whimper.

“f-fuck..” he says with a stutter, his bunny-like mouth unleashing the prettiest moans known to man. after you leave a trail of hickeys behind, you slowly but surely trail the tip of your tongue up to his mouth once more. he moans into the kiss, intoxicated by the taste of your lips. you remove your hands from his hair, bringing them to undo his tie quickly. he lowers his hands to your thighs, picking you up without warning.

you yelp, “my bunny is so strong,” you say as he stares at you with nothing but lust glazing his eyes, breathing heavily.

he sits down on the couch behind him, your legs on each side of his thighs. you throw his tie to the side, unbuttoning his shirt with quickness as he raises your dress up with the same amount of eagerness as you. you begin running a hand down his chest to his stomach to his cock.

you start palming him slowly as he massages your tits through your dress before pulling the shoulders of your dress down to reveal them to himself. he stares at your chest in awe before licking a circle around your nipple and starting to suck roughly.

you throw your head back in ecstasy, threading your fingers through his hair once again. “f— fuck.. baby, you’re so good for me, i love how your lips feel on me.” soobin moans at the praise, loving how you speak to him with such assertiveness in your voice.

he pulls off your nipple with a ‘pop’, moving to the other one with smoothness. he starts flicking your nipple with his tongue, biting it softly here and there, sucking on it once more.

you moan his name softly, gripping his hair rougher each time he sucks so roughly. he finally pulls away from your tits with a dazed look on his face. you grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

“you want me to suck you off, pretty boy?” to that he moans and nods his head as you run your free hand through his hair. “p— please, please do m-mommy,” he says with a pretty, pleading tone.

you hum with a smile, removing yourself from his lap to get on your knees. you look up at him as you unzip his pants at a painfully, slow pace. his breathe shudders slightly as you free his cock from the tight trousers he’s had to suffer in. pulling his pants down with his boxers, you watch his cock spring back up and slap lightly against his toned stomach.

you coo softly at his tip, leaking with so much precum. you wipe up as much as you can with your two pointer fingers and stick the two fingers into your mouth, sucking in between them and slowly pull them from between your lips.

with his swollen lips agape, eyes hazed and pleading without words, he watches as you take him into your mouth. hips already rising slightly while you lick up any excess precum on his swollen and pink tip. after doing that, you decide to try and take him into your mouth fully, something you’ve never been able to do. you successfully take him fully, but not without gagging sharply.

his breath stutters at the feeling of your throat fluttering around his cock, the feeling of you gagging around his cock, knowing he’s the one making you gag. you begin bobbing your head up and down slowly, causing the beautiful man above you to whimper and moan to a great extent. his hips stutter as he breathes in and out shallowly, trying to keep himself on earth which seems impossible, with the way your mouth feels. 

“p—ple— f—fuck, p—please, mommy, p—please. l—let me c—cum.. please!” his voice increases in volume as you begin to suck him off at a faster pace, licking around his tip everytime you raise yourself back up.

“f—fuck, m—mommy! i’m s-so, c—close, p—please,” he says with the same pleading tone as always, hips stuttering every few seconds with sharpness. you take him fully one last time before thick strings of cum begin shooting down your throat, with your pretty boyfriend letting out loud, pretty, whiny moans roll off his perfect, pink lips while having a tight grip on hair, pushing you down with force.

you gag quietly as you try to swallow all of it, more still following behind what’s already been swallowed. he keeps his grip on your hair for almost a minute as he finishes cumming down your throat, whimpering from the overstimulating feeling of you licking his tip with the tip of your tongue.

you pull off of him tediously, teasing him in the slightest bit. you lick your lips and wipe your chin with your palm, slowly rising up and stepping out of your underwear.

“‘m not finished with you yet pretty, mind if i ride you?” you ask, batting your lashes slowly. with all his energy drained out of him, he just pulls your hand to help you sit on him. as you place both of your legs on each side of him once again, you place your hands on his chest, lowering yourself painfully slow, watching as he winces in overstimulation.

he places his hand on your ass, helping you move slowly as he continuously whimpers and moans softly. you coo at him once more, watching his face contort into what you know is pleasure.

“aw, is my pussy too much for you, bunny? i’ll stop if you want me to,” you say as you slowly stop moving before soobin pulls you down fully, causing you both to moan.

“n-no, i-i can h—hand— shit, i can h—handle y-your p—pretty p-pussy, i s-swear,” he manages to say, stuttering for the most of his sentence. you smile softly at him, caressing his face with your palm, “okay bunny, whatever you say.”

you begin raising and lowering your hips slowly while his grip on your ass tightens, adding more to your pleasure. you roll your hips in a circle, what was picking up your speed before soobin holds you in your place and starts snapping his hips up into yours.

your hands grip on his shoulders firmly, trying to find some way of keeping your balance. one thing you can’t help though, are the moans spilling out of you. everytime you ride soobin, you can practically feel him in your stomach but this time, you’re sure he’s already reached your lungs.

all the wind has basically been knocked out of you with the pace that he’s going at, each other’s moans spurring each other on. your head begins to feel heavy as you rest it on his shoulder, his moans now heard loud and clear as his mouth is right next to your ear.

you bite his shoulder roughly as a way to keep your moans down, but it’s getting to be too much. you give up and finally give in to the temptation.

“f—fuck! fuuuuck, r-right there, yesyesyes, f-fuck,” you manage to say while soobin is left a moaning mess, no words coming out, just plain music to your ears. he shoves his head into your neck, leaving marks all over your neck and above your chest.

his hips somehow manage to pick up a pace that brings tears to your eyes and has you throwing you your head back in pleasure. you’re both now moaning louder than ever and you’re sure anyone outside of the room can hear you both fucking like there’s no tomorrow.

skin slapping, moans rolling off your tongues repeatedly, cries from you and soobin. you’re both beginning to chase your highs as soobin pulls away from your neck and throws his head back on the top of the couch. somehow, you manage to pull him in for a kiss as you nearly reach your high.

the kiss is sloppy, heated and desperate. after not seeing each other for nearly 4 months, nobody would be shocked that this is how you two greet each other, if anything this is what was expected.

all the love that the both of you have been craving, all of the sexual tension that couldn’t be resolved over the phone, all of the pain you two have gone through that comes with not seeing your lover for such a long, long time, all the lost time. that’s all being made up for now.

feeling soobin inside of you after not having this for so long feels like a dream. having his sticky skin against yours feels like you’ve been healed from the world’s worst pain. this is what ecstasy feels like, this is what giving into the temptation looks like, this is what love looks and feels like.

you’ve never felt better, and you won’t until you cum together.

you’re both right of the tip of the iceberg, you feel it and so does soobin. your warm walls fluttering around his cock, his cock twitching inside of you. your nails clawing into his shoulders, his fingers gripping tightly on your ass. you suddenly get a warm feeling in your stomach and you want to let him know but you’re not coherent enough to say anything. neither is he, you two just know it.

soobin suddenly holds your hips in place and you grip his shoulders tighter than ever.

your back arches intensely as soobin’s hips rise up and flop back down as his thick strings of cum shoot into your fluttering pussy, just as your walls tighten around his cock and cum all over it.

you’re both panting heavily, heads resting on each other’s shoulders. his cum is still shooting into you but he’s used to this overstimulating feeling by now.

as his cum begins dripping out of you, he pulls you in for a long awaited kiss. once again, the kiss is sloppy but this time, passionate. you kiss him back with such love and affection, pulling away from him is considered the absolute impossible. but you still manage to do so, you pull away from him, looking at the thick sweat glistening on his forehead. you both admire each other’s wrecked looks before smiling and pecking each other on the lips once more.

you stay seated on him as you reach for your purse, causing you both to wince. checking your phone and seeing all your messages and missed calls from yunjin and his members, you look up at the time.

12:03 am.

you laugh to yourself before looking at soobin, “happy new year, my love.”

he smiles at the random words but doesn’t forget to say it back.

“happy new year, baby. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

now this, this is the way to bring in the new year.

© TTYUNZ.

++ tagl: @boba-beom @bucketofhiros @yeofy @n0-thisispatrick @hyukafied @hyunimylove @luvsoobs @choiwrld @majestyjun @tyunkus @belovedxiao @h00nerz

++ networks: @k-labels

[hoeforhao]

babbyyyyy HONEYYY when are we getting flip sip strip?

it's here finally lord😭every month I used to get a ask regarding when will flip,sip or strip come out and I felt so guilty for pushing down such a good plot to the basements but yeah!!! FINALLY!

Flip, Sip or Strip🎲 // Wonhui Fic // Part 1

ᥫ᭡ pairing: sub!wonwoo×fem!reader×dom!junhui

ᥫ᭡ genre: smut with barely any plot,minors dni, threesome,college au, bestfriends to bedfriends, sexual games

ᥫ᭡tags: rough sex, double penetration,oral(both m and f receiving),pussy slapping,breast play, use of pet names,degradation kink,orgasm denial, use of explicit language.

ᥫ᭡synopsis: what happens when you are ganged up by your bestfriends to play a game of pleasures.

ᥫ᭡part: 1/2

ᥫ᭡word count: 1.4k+

ᥫ᭡banner credits: @classicscreations

ᥫ᭡authors note: ik ik this was supposed to be a oneshot and I started writing today with that aim only but got disturbed so many times that I lost the flow, and in no way I wanted this fic to come out rushed and without the tension building up, so I'll release the rest with another part. But this part can also be read as a stand alone. Hope y'all will enjoy!!!

Permanent taglist: @joonsytip @feat-sun , also tagging @junhour cuz ik you'll enjoy this ☻️

Fic taglist: @tommolex @tara-drabbles @meowmeowminnie @chwenott @mewheree @freshdetectivenight @ffumatthew

If y'all wanna be added to the taglist of part 2 or the permanent taglist, then just drop a comment under this. thank you☆

"Yah Jun that's sheer daylight cheating boy" your cushiony hands land a hard smack onto the oldest's upper thighs, making him let out a sharp gasp, mostly from the fear of letting you see the growing tent in his trousers.

"If that means discarding one more piece of clothing down that velvety skin of yours, then I'm ready to beat jeonghan hyung's records" Junhui blurts out with absolutely no shame or filter, resulting in your cheek muscles tensing up to flush a subtle pink.

Yes you three were playing this weird game that Jun himself suggested with his obvious intentions that were unknown to the rest two of you, till now!! For you what seemed to be an innocent, maybe a little spicy game, to draw the boredom out of you, wonwoo and jun from not having dates to go to senior prom, now had you sitting infront of these two men in just your pants and lacey purple bra.

Not that you minded being half naked before your best friends though, as being single for more than 10 months have now elevated your libido to the very edge. Apart from that, Jun was incredibly hot and flirty to not have your legs slump whenever he had his hands on you or even his mere words were enough to have you sweating down your core.

What you did not know or anticipate was the second older's burning lusty eyes towards your nearly bare torso, digging wells into that cloth that was guarding your enchanting assests from him. "Are you two done with the bickerings? Let's finish this quick pls"

"Why Jeon? So that you can go play that goddamn games of yours? Or are you...." Jun shifts his gaze from you onto wonwoo, resting his palms on the younger's thighs, giving him a teasing look with the hope to ignite the self controlling hold he has been trying to put onto his desires.

Wonwoo immediately shys away, trying to hide the red creeping up onto his face and following the feeling down to his pants, pushing off Jun's hands in the process. "Or w-what?"

"Or are you scared to show y/n how hard you are from just watching her strip down her top, hmm?" Jun moves his palms to wonwoo's lap once again, drawing light circles on his upper thighs, dangerously close to the strain in his pants, while his eyes fall on you whose mouth was quite literally left hanging open after hearing the older's shameless blabberings.

"Rest those muscles of yours baby, they would need to work a lot later" and with that Jun rolls the dice once again! Lord looks like all the heavens were against your sanity today, as the result flipped out to your defeat, for the third time in a row, and you very well knew what that meant - losing the very last piece of deceny left on your body.

Looking up at Jun with those doe eyes of yours, hands playing with the waistband of your jeans, hope aflame in yours eyes that he would ask you not to provide a free strip show for them anymore.....but alas! The only thing you receive is a nod from him directing you to pull those pants down your legs right now.

"Fuck you Jun! I'm sure you fixed the game just to tease me!!"

"You will soon babygirl, don't worry. But just not only me" he finally gets up from the floor, pulling along wonwoo by his shoulders, while turning towards you to see you now standing up by yourself to get those jeans off of your body. Your eyes were too focused on the material of your clothing to notice the two men towering above, their faces dangerously close to yours.

Being done with taking off your final piece of modesty, you finally lift up your head only to be met with Jun's breath fanning against your nose, while wonwoo blocked out the little space you had left to run away from this rendezvous.

"W-what!" you try to back up only to be hit by the paddings of the couch behind, nearly falling down if it wasn't for Jun's biceps holding you up, although the other option would've been way better, now that you feel his hands creeping up your bare back and play with the hooks of your bra.

"You think being stripped down to this purple lingerie with two men infront of you, more appropriately starving men, be the climax of tonight's adventures?" the oldest now pushes you down to the couch, spreading your legs with his to stand between them, all this while directing wonwoo to kneel down beside you by the handrest.

"We're in for a long night, right Jeon?" Jun snakes his arms behind you to slightly arch up your body, giving him enough space to discard your bra off of your chest quickly, while his knees were now bend up against your clothed cunt, grinding them on your clit.

"Kiss her wonwoo. Show her you're not just a loser who sits in his room and plays games". His remark was fueling enough for wonwoo's ego as he swiftly descends his face down to yours, trapping your lips into his, hands going around your jaw to hold you as close to him as possible.

The little bit of doubt and control that was clouding your mind from jumping right in was now cleared off as you get a taste of wonwoo, his mouth taking yours in completely, eating out your face as if he has never felt something as sweet as your lips.

The sweaty cat's hands tightly tug onto your hair as he feels you moaning into his mouth, from the sudden sensation of Jun's cold fingers drawing over your bare nipples, the sharpness of his ring leaving behind a trail of painful pleasure on your tits.

"Won't you help the poor boy out y/n? Ease out the painful boner that was caused by this sultry body of yours, hmm?" Jun takes one of you hands that was trapped behind you all this time and guides it to wonwoo's crotch, holding it down to push against his bulge constantly, making the younger bite on your lips from the heat building up.

You couldn't believe yourself as you were now palming wonwoo's dick from over his pants while Jun was playing with your boobs, spitting on them for his hands to glide down easily, pinching your nipples between his digits as he kneaded onto your mounds like he was gonna make bread out of them, knees never taking a break from rubbing your pussy.

"F-fuck y/n, I don't....don't wanna cum in my pants....stop pls!" wonwoo quickly pushes you back, detaching his lips from yours leaving behind a string of saliva still joining the two of you, as he fears that if you move your hands against his dick once more, he'll come undone then and there, which he definitely did not want.

The sudden absence of his warmth on your mouth and the absurd behavior of the elder, makes your eyes flash by a confused look, turning towards Jun as if to ask him why did wonwoo behave like that and what was their next step.

"I think it's time for us to take this to the bedroom. This couch is too small to accommodate both of us in you" your mouth literally hangs open at this as you slowly come to terms with the fact that tonight you were about to be railed by two men simultaneously. Not that you hated the idea tho.

Observing the accepting look on your face, Jun asks wonwoo to take you in his arms and bring you upstairs to the said bedroom, as he knew quite well that your legs were probably too weak to walk themselves up, after all the action his knees have been giving you for the past fifteen minutes.

Wonwoo carrying you like a sloth with your arms tied tightly around his neck as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, feels like nothing more than a dream for you. His broad shoulders shielding you from all the chaos of this world, his embrace feeling like home and his dick poking your butt from beneath - all was like a made up fairytale for you until Jun's voice decides to pull you out of the haze.

"What are you waiting for Jeon? Throw her on the bed. Let's see how well her pussy takes two cocks at the same time"

[marie-swriting]

Everything Will Be Okay - Emily Prentiss [1/2]

Masterlist

Speak Now TV Masterlist

Part two

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : When Emily hears Ian Doyle escaped, she knows she has to do whatever she can to protect you from getting hurt, even if it means breaking you heart.

Warnings : start during 6x13 and finishes during 6x18, character death (not reader), angst, break up, sad ending, funeral, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.7k

Song Inspiration : Last Kiss (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

“Ian Doyle vanished from prison. Interpol can’t find him”

Sean’s sentence resonates in Emily’s ears. She can’t believe it. Ian Doyle was supposed to be a part of her past. His name was supposed to only be a memory.

“What are you saying?”

“He’s off the grid, Emily.”

“Do you think he’s heading here ?” Emily asks before marking a pause. “Am I in danger?”

“We all are.”

Worry makes its way onto Emily’s face as she understands the gravity of the situation. It’s only a matter of time before everything goes down, she’s aware of it. She has to think of what she has to do to protect herself.

Her thoughts are cut off by the ringing of her phone. She takes her eyes off of Sean and takes out her phone. As soon as she sees your name and your picture on the screen, she softens before reality hits her. She has to protect you, too. Ian Doyle could go after you to get her back. She clears her throat then answers, taking a natural tone.

“Hey, Y/N, everything okay?”

“Hey, Em’, I’m calling to know if I should wait for you tonight or if you come home late.” you explain. Emily can hear you’re getting in your car.

“I have some paperwork to do. I don’t think I’ll be sleeping at home. I have some stuff to handle with the team.”

“Oh, okay.” you say, trying to hide your disappointment. “Keep me updated. I miss you.”

“Miss you too.”

On these words, you hang up. Emily looks at her screen for a few seconds before talking with Sean about the information Interpol has on Ian’s escape. While listening to him, her brain is working at speed light, searching for every plan to stop Doyle and to protect her loved ones. 

After she leaves her former colleague, Emily spends the night at a hotel. She has to be alone to think. She has to think of a solution so you can be safe and sound. The problem is, she can’t tell you about Doyle. She has to get you far away without you knowing the truth. Emily comes to the sad conclusion she has to break your heart - and by extent, her own. She’d rather leave with a broken heart and see you breathing than keeping you close to her and seeing you die by Doyle’s hands. She can’t take the risk. She has to break up with you. 

The next day, Emily wakes up with difficulty. Her sleep wasn’t relaxing, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she could tell you. 

She goes to your shared apartment when she knows you left for work, wanting to avoid you until you come back home in the evening. Whilst waiting for you, Emily packs some bags. 

Once you walk through the door, Emily’s face becomes neutral. She has to show no emotion. She absolutely can’t let her emotions speak. She knows what she has to do. With a big smile on your face, you walk toward Emily, ready to take her in your arms. Nonetheless, once you see her emotionless face, your eyebrows furrow. 

“Em’, is everything okay?” you question, putting down your purse.

“We have to talk, Y/N.”

“About what?”

“I think we should stop.” Emily bluntly announces and you need a few seconds to answer.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s no use to stay together. Lately, I’ve been pretty busy with my job. Besides, I’ll never be able to give you the life you deserve. It’s better for everyone.”

“W-what? You can’t be serious! Emily, where is all of this coming from?”

“I’m just stating a fact. I’m almost always away, we’re wasting our time.”

“Okay, you’re often away but we are not wasting our time. Our relationship is working just fine. We have a balance. Why do you want to throw everything away now?” you ask, confused and with teary eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time now.”

“But everything was fine between us. I mean, that’s what I thought at least. Did I do something?”

“It’s no one’s fault, it’s just what’s best to do.” she affirms looking you right in your eyes.

“According to who?”

“Y/N, we knew very well this relationship was doomed. It wasn’t meant to last. Not when I have this job.”

“JJ makes it work.”

“It’s not the same. My decision is made anyway.”

“So you’re not even gonna try to talk about it? To fix the problem? You’re giving up this quickly?”

Emily knows you’re not going to give up. She can see on your face that you’re determined in spite of the tears in your eyes. Emily takes a deep breath before saying the most difficult sentence she’s ever had to say.

“I don’t love you anymore, Y/N. You’re a good person, I just don’t have feelings for you any longer.”

“It sure as hell didn’t feel like that this past few weeks.” you contradict, in disbelief.

“I tried to have feelings for you again but it’s impossible.”

Your eyes analyse Emily, searching for proof that the words coming out of her mouth aren’t the truth. However, Emily did everything to be convincing ; you have to believe her harsh words. Once you understand you correctly heard what Emily told you, your tears start running down your face. You don’t pay attention to it, trying to find a solution to keep Emily near you. As Emily sees your heart breaking in front of her, because of her, she wants to admit the truth. Yet, she tells herself it’s the right thing to do.

“I… I’ll go to a hotel for the next few days. I’ll probably have a case during that time, it’ll give you enough time to pack your things.” Emily softly informs while taking her two bags.

Your eyes are wide open at her last sentence. Sure, you couldn’t expect to still live with her if you’re not together anymore yet you thought you’d talk about it to know if you were going to sell the apartment or who was going to keep it. 

Emily feels bad about kicking you out but she knows she can’t let you have it. Doyle could find it with a simple research about Emily and she can’t take the risk of having him coming to your place while you still live here. She has to keep you as far away from her and your apartment as possible.

“Em’, please.”

Emily fights with herself when she hears you begging her. She doesn’t answer before walking past you and leaving your apartment. She holds back a sob until she gets in her car.

As for you, you stay on your feet, still in shock, your eyes staring at the door. You can’t believe your relationship with Emily is really over after five years. You never thought you’d ever hear those words. You never planned on her changing her mind. For you, she is - she was the love of your life. It looks like that's not the case for her.

One month has passed by since your break up. In a desperate attempt, you tried to contact her during the first couple of weeks without having an answer. It seems like she doesn’t miss you as much as you do. And you don’t know how to be something she misses. Therefore, reluctantly, you give up. You still can’t move on, you keep thinking about your relationship, searching for what you could have done differently to avoid this outcome.

You never imagined you’d end like this. You never imagined you wouldn’t know her routine anymore, where she is, what case she’s working on. You never thought you wouldn’t be holding her against you anymore. You never thought you’d have a last kiss. 

You try to look happy even if deep down, you’re in this state of numbness. But it has to change, you have to learn to move on. For this, nothing is better than to hang out with friends.

You meet Penelope at a cafe not too far away from your place of work. Beside Rossi, Penelope is the one you’re the closest to from the team, you consider each other as sisters. Penelope was shocked once she heard about your break up and she tried to make Emily change her mind without any success. 

As soon as you arrive at the cafe, Penelope takes you in her arms. You sigh in relief when you hold her against you. Her hugs have power, you’re sure of it. You sit down at a table after ordering. At first, your conversation is about random things - you hadn’t seen each other in a while so you’re making up for lost time. Then comes a moment when Penelope tells a fun story about the team which includes Emily; at the mention of your ex’s name, you look down, ignoring the pinch in your heart. Penelope stops laughing as soon as she sees your reaction.

“Oh, my God! I… I didn’t think… I shouldn’t have… I’m so sorry.” Penelope exclaims, embarrassed.

“It’s okay. It’s been a month, after all.” you reassure her with a fake smile. 

“But still. You were together for a long time. It’s okay if it’s still painful.”

“I know. How is she?”

You can’t help it, you needed to ask this question, it was on your lips for a month. You need to know if what you think is true. Penelope takes a deep breath before replying.

“She doesn’t show anything yet I know she’s suffering as much as you. Sometimes, she keeps to herself a bit more. She seems more lost in her thoughts which is understandable considering the situation.”

“She’s the one who told me she didn’t love me anymore.” you drily retort. “Sorry, I didn’t say that for you to pick a side.” you correct with a guilty face. “I’m just still surprised by the way everything went down overnight.”

“You’ll find each other again. I’m sure of it.” she affirms, squeezing your hand.

“I don’t think so. She seems determined to stay away from me.”

“Y/N, the love you two shared can’t be lost. When the right moment comes, you’ll be together again and everything will be okay.”

You see on Penelope’s face, she’s firmly convinced by her words. She’s not saying them just to make you feel better, she’s sure she’s right. Yes, Penelope tends to see everything through rose-coloured glasses, but you need this bit of hope.

As soon as you come home, you put your purse down, next to the door then sit on your couch. You look at your apartment, indifferent. Despite all your efforts, you can’t feel at home. Home was your apartment with Emily. Home was Emily. But you don’t have Emily anymore and you never will.

You stand up from your couch and walk to the closet of your bedroom. You open it and take a box. You go sit on the floor then you search at the bottom of it for something specific. Once you find the frame, you turn it around to look at the picture.

This picture was taken two years ago, it was the beginning of July, you’re kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower.

You had gone on a trip in Paris - by some miracles, Emily had had two weeks off. You had a wonderful time in France. The highlight of this trip, according to you, was Emily speaking in French. You know she speaks numerous languages and you melt every single time you hear speaking in one of them. Yet, it’s not always so when you had the opportunity to hear her speaking in French for two whole weeks, you were over the moon. 

One night, towards the end of your vacation, you stayed in your hotel room. Normally, you’d enjoy your evening by visiting Paris a bit more nevertheless that night, you were too tired to walk ten more steps.

You were sitting on your balcony, enjoying the Eiffel Tower being illuminated in the distance, and you were talking about your future. You were making different plans, thinking about what your life would look like in one year, five, ten, even thirty.

“I can’t wait to grow old with you.” Emily stated with a smile.

“Me too. You’d be beautiful with grey hair.” you said, stroking her hair.

“I don’t know.”

“Trust me, you will be.”

“And you’d look beautiful in a white dress.” she affirmed, looking deeply in your eyes.

“What?”

“We never really talked about it but I’d love for us to get married. Not now, don’t worry!” Emily specified as soon as she saw your eyes wide open. “I don’t have a ring and this is surely not my proposal but I can see us saying our vows and kissing in front of our loved ones.”

“I can see it, too. I’d love to marry you one day.” you admited, taking her hand in yours.

“Good, like this, I’ll be sure you won’t get rid of me.”

“Trust me, you’ll get sick of me before.” you laughed and Emily shook her head.

“Never. I love you too much to get tired of you.”

And on these words, you shared a languorous kiss full of love. You had never been more sure of your relationship than during that night. You knew it was made to last and you were looking forward to creating new moments as romantic as that one. Unfortunately, just like you had a last kiss, you had one last romantic moment. These instants are now only memories in a picture frame.

A few weeks later, while you have your nose in your work you get a call. You take your phone, wondering who could call you this late. Upon seeing JJ’s name, your stomach drops. She almost never calls you. If she does, something terrible must have happened. With apprehension, you pick up the call.

“JJ, what’s going on? Is Emily okay?”

“You have to come to the hospital right now. Emily is in surgery.” JJ informs with a shaky voice.

“What happened?” you ask, standing up.

“I’ll tell you at the hospital, it’s too long to do it through the phone. I’ll call you back if I have updates from the Doctors before you arrive.”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes at most.”

You hang up and quickly get dressed before running to your car. On the way to the hospital, you’re controlled by anxiety. You’ve never driven this fast in your life. In your head, every scenario is happening, making you tear up. The lack of information from JJ doesn’t help to calm you down.

You run through the hospital, looking for Emily’s team. You find them sitting in a waiting room, a worried expression on their face. Hotch sees you arriving first and comes to meet you, JJ on his heels. Hotch keeps a cold head even if he can feel your stress in his soul. He invites you to go to a quieter place in the hospital while JJ grabs you a cup of water. When she gives it to you, Hotch is telling you about Doyle’s escape. As you listen to him, everything seems to make sense in your head.

You finally understand why Emily wanted to be away from you so suddenly, why she used such harsh words. She thought she was protecting you from Doyle by staying far away from you but in doing so, she didn’t think of protecting herself. Emily is in critical condition and you don’t know if you’ll ever have the opportunity of talking to her again, to hold her against you again.

As soon as you know the whole story, you go back to the team. Rossi informs you they haven’t received any updates yet. You sit down next to him and start biting your nails. You wait in agony for the Doctor who is probably going to tell you bad news. 

You wish you were anywhere but here. You wish everything was a bad dream. You wish you were in your shared apartment with Emily, cuddling in your bed whilst the sun is rising in the sky like you used to do.

One morning, about a year after your trip to Paris, Emily had a day off, allowing you to sleep in. You had woken up first - something rare - and you were staring at her. Her face was completely relaxed whilst her right hand was on your hips. You don’t know how long you had stayed like this, you just wanted to enjoy Emily’s presence. At one point, Emily started to wake up and she smiled, noticing you had spent your time watching her.

“Have you been staring at me for a long time?”

“I don’t know.”

“Not creepy at all.” she joked, getting closer to you.

“It’s not a crime to admire my girlfriend!”

“We’ve arrested stalkers for less.”

“You’re gonna sleep on the couch.” you retorted with a fake angry face.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I missed you.” Emily suddenly stated

“I missed you too.”

“I hope we’ll always be able to wake up like this.”

“I’ll personally make sure that we do.” you affirmed before snuggling.

You raised your head toward Emily before kissing her. She kissed you back with passion and you spent most of the day in bed. 

Now, you spend most of the evening in an uncomfortable hospital chair. You’re vacantly staring at the floor while thinking at several happy moments with Emily and telling yourself you’ll probably never have others.

JJ comes into the room, a serious expression on her face and red eyes. You don’t need for her to utter a word to understand what she’s about to say. However, you don’t want to believe it. Sure, you weren’t optimistic about Emily’s condition yet a part of you was hoping, praying for everything to be okay and to leave all of this behind you. Penelope whispers a desperate ‘no’ while you keep your gaze on JJ. She avoids your eyes when she pronounces the sentences you fear. 

“She never made it off the table.”

Immediately, tears are streaming down your face. You loudly sob, shocked while Rossi leans in to hug you. You accept his embrace, shedding all your pain. You hear Spencer standing up but you don’t pay attention to him, trying to understand what just happened. 

You thought your heart had broken when Emily broke up with you but you were wrong. This time, the pain in your chest is worse. You don’t even feel like your heart is breaking. Your heart stopped beating and it won’t beat ever again. How could it? You’ll never see Emily’s smile again, hear her laugh, touch her hand. She is dead and your heart left with her.

Emily’s funeral is a few days later. For the first time since the announcement of her death, you get ready. Unlike when you broke up where you felt numb to everything you were doing, you’re feeling every gesture you make. The pain isn’t only emotional, every one of your members is heavy and is hurting you.

Rossi is the one to pick you up. Since Emily’s death, he has been taking care of you. Rossi always considered Emily like his daughter and he immediately liked you when you and Emily got together. He hates seeing you so miserable, he wishes he could take away your pain and add it to his.

Watching the team carrying Emily’s coffin, your pain heightens. You can’t believe the woman you love is locked in this box. You can’t understand how your story ended like this.

You don’t listen to the priest, you keep your eyes on the white flowers that are on the coffin. If Emily could have seen this, she would have said it’s too solemn for her, you smile at that thought. Penelope holds your hand until you’re the first to put a red rose on the coffin, your cheeks wet with tears. You stay next to Emily whilst the team does just like you. Rossi puts a hand on your back to comfort you and you do everything to not break down in his arms. By some miracles, you stay on your feet whilst Emily's casket is going down.

When you come back home, you don’t have the strength to go to bed. You sit on the floor of your bedroom after you put on one of Emily’s tee shirts. You had accidentally put it in your boxes and as Emily never asked for it, you kept it. You bring the fabric to your nose, hoping to smell Emily’s scent but it’s already gone. New tears roll down your cheeks as you realise that soon, every trace of Emily will be gone forever. She will only be a part of your past.

During the whole day, your mind is plagued by memories with Emily. You mainly think about the end of your relationship. You think of every last moment you shared without knowing there will never be a new one. Had you known what was going to happen, you would have enjoyed them more and if you could, you’d change some of them like your last kiss.

It was during a morning, it was early - too early for you -, you had woken up after Emily. Your eyes were closing by themselves whilst you were going to the kitchen. You were making your coffee when Emily appeared in the room. You quickly smiled at her whilst she was telling you she quickly had to leave for work. She pecked your lips and you didn’t even take your time to properly kiss her back, still too asleep. She said ‘I love you’ before taking her bag and leaving your apartment. You had only mumbled an ‘I love you’ back, needing your coffee to talk properly.

You wish your last kiss was different. You wish you had kissed her with passion, enjoying the movement of her lips against yours and you wish you had distinctly said ‘I love you’. Unfortunately, you can’t change the past and you will never have a new opportunity. This kiss is doomed to be your last just like you’re doomed to live without Emily for the remainder of your days. And you’re doomed to have her name forever on your lips just like your last kiss. In the end, Penelope was wrong, it will not be okay.

Part two

Masterlist

Speak Now TV Masterlist

[mrsniallhoran505]

Just a bad day on set.

A/N: This just came to me while I listened to Austin's audio book and was written in like 10 minutes so be kind. It's unedited.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) oral (female receiving) creampie, teasing, edging. Dom/sub dynamics if you squint.

The door slammed making you jump. It could only be Austin, he was the only one with a key to your place, but just in case you approached slowly. 

Seeing your blond boyfriend hanging up his jacket roughly while kicking off his shoes made you frown. 

"Baby? Wha-" you didn't get to finish as he cut you off. 

"You. On the couch, now." He was stern as he pointed to you and then the couch. You wanted to ask why but the dark look in his eyes told you that was a bad idea. 

You walked over to the couch and sat in the middle, looking at Austin over your shoulder. He was putting his wallet, keys, and phone on the table near the door. When his pockets were empty he walked over to you. He cupped your chin to tilt your head up, leaning down to kiss you softly. 

"Lay back." He nudged you, giving you no choice but to comply. He got to his knees and ran his hands up from your ankles to your thighs. They disappeared under the hem of the large shirt you wore. Finding your cotton panties under. He hummed softly before pulling them down your legs, barely waiting for you to lift your hips to make it easier. 

He tucked the garment into his pocket before spreading your legs. He leaned in and put your legs over his shoulders. 

"How was your day off baby?" He asked before dragging his tongue over your slit. How he expected you to answer, you didn't know. 

"G-go-mmmpf." You moan reaching down to tug on his hair. 

"That's good baby…" another lick. "Did you catch up on that show you'd like been watching?" He used his fingers to spread you allowing his tongue to circle your clit. 

"Yes!" You cried out but you hadn't actually watched a single second of the show. You spent the day cleaning. 

"Mm, you'll have to tell me about it." He hummed before sucking on your clit, flicking it with his tongue. 

"I-I w-will." You moaned and started to rock your hips. The hand in his hair moving to grip the couch cushion so you didn't hurt him. 

"You can catch me up at dinner." He replied before his tongue pushed into you, tasting you at the source. 

Dinner…? Dinner was currently sitting on the counter waiting to be cooked. When he came home you were getting the veggies ready for the stew you planned to make. Now it lay abandoned as your boyfriend had you for dinner instead. 

"We can order something if you didn't prepare anything." His words were slurred since his tongue was still dipping inside you over and over. His thumb was working your clit in slow circles.  

"Austin," you whined arching away from the couch. 

"Yes baby?" He cooed before switching to sucking your clit while he pushed a finger into you. "So wet for me baby, so sweet on my tongue." 

You clenched around his finger, feeling him curl it to brush that spongy spot inside you that made you see sound and hear colors. He worked it expertly. Keeping you on the edge without ever letting you tumble over before he wanted you to. Whatever you were gonna ask him, or beg him for, was erased from your mind. It was replaced with white noise and static as your body tensed. 

"Ah ah baby, not yet." He cooed and pulled his finger from you to rub your thighs in a soothing manner. "I'm not done with you." 

You whined, looking down to see him smirking. Lips red and glistening. You can't tell if it's from his own tongue swipping over them or your juices. Either way it made you groan. 

"Did you do your at home spa day?" He asked before dipping his head between your legs again, lapping at you like a starved man. This time two fingers pushed into you and begin pumping quickly. 

How could he possibly be trying to hold a conversation with you when he was doing everything in his power to render you incapable of responding? How were you supposed to respond when the only sounds you could make were moans and whimpers? It was insane but he continued like you'd answered. 

"Maybe we can do one together on our next shared day off… would you like that baby?" He looked up at you to see your head thrown back, lip caught between your teeth. A poor attempt to muffle your moans in his opinion. 

"Yes, yes, Austin, please." You begged, rocking your hips to get more than what he was giving you. 

He watched your body move, reaching down with his free hand to grip his hard cock. Nothing could compare to the way your body moved when he made you feel good. It was hypnotizing. Drawing him closer, begging him for release. 

"Please what angel?" He asked, slowing his hand down. "What do you need, hmm?" 

"You! Please Austin, I wanna cum!" You whine and squirm on the couch. Each time you've gotten close he's slowed down to keep you on edge. 

"You wanna cum or you need to cum." He loved to tease you, prolong what you needed. 

"Need! I need to cum! I wanna cum for you." You cried, clenching around his fingers as he pulled them free of your body. "Austin," you cried again, actual tears falling down your flushed cheeks. 

The empty feeling you had was quickly washed away as Austin pushed his cock into you. A loud, satisfied groan slipping past his plump lips. 

"Like a glove." He muttered before gripping your hips and starting to thrust. Pushing in fast and deep before pulling out slowly. Each time your hips met you choked on air. Your body jerked, you breasts bounced, you felt like a rag doll. Being used by the man above you, a toy for his pleasure. And you wouldn't have it any other way. 

"Fuck, baby please!" You reached down to grab his wrists, using his hold to pull yourself down against him. Meeting each rough thrust of his hips. 

He grunted in response, done teasing and edging. He wanted to cum and he needed you to cum first. Never has he ever cum before you. Today won't be the first. He pulled one hand free of your grip to move it between your legs. He pressed his palm against your lower abdomen and started rubbing your clit with his thumb. It was more than enough for you. 

"Austin!" You screamed as your vision blurred. You thighs shook, trying to close around his body. The building fire in your belly exploded, rushing through your body. It was a powerful orgasm. 

"That's it, cum for me baby." Austin grunted and sped up his hips. He was chasing his own orgasm, satisfied with the pleasure he brought you. It didn't take him long before he stiffened, pushing his cock as deep as he could without hurting you. Spilling his seed with a groan of your name and a bruising grip on your hips. 

When you could see and think clearly you looked at your boyfriend who was slowly pulling out of you. Watching as his seed followed suit and dripped to the couch. 

"Care to explain butler?" You asked with a smirk gesturing to your slack body. 

"Just a bad day on set baby." He leaned down to kiss you softly. "Take out?"

[greazyfloz]

i'm pretty sure we all need a part 2 for mark

What Was Said - Part 2

Angst w/ Mark Estapa

Part 1

Last night was definitely not something I expected to happen. My roommates got home about an hour after Mark left so they have no idea what had happened, but from what Mark told me I’m guessing they know he was here. I made my way out to the kitchen and sat at the table across from Cami, while Kylie was at the stove cooking. 

“So, you guys saw Mark last night?” I say looking at Cami

“Yeah” she replied

“He wouldn’t stop asking about you” Kylie says from across the kitchen

“Yeah he told me”

“Wait, he came over?” Cami says and Kylie pushes her pan away from the hot stove, and turning it off quickly before turning around to fully engage in the conversation

“Yeah, he said you guys ‘sold me out’”

“What is that even supposed to mean ‘sold you out’? He was so drunk we didn’t think he would walk over here” Kylie says 

“All we said is that you were home, where else would you be at midnight? Cami confirms

“Anyways, what happened” Kylie says taking a seat

“It was messy. I’ll tell you about it after”

“Bummer!!! I want all the gossip later!” Kylie says standing back up to plate her breakfast. 

My phone buzzes, grabbing everyone's attention, I turn it over and read Ethan’s contact on my phone. 

“It’s not Mark, if that is why you guys are all staring at me” I laugh before unlocking my phone to see the message. The message was Ethan asking me how I was doing, so I quickly replied before turning the screen off and going back up to my room. I sit at my desk and finish some assignments and do some extra studying since I missed all last week. 

As bad as it sounds I don’t know if seeing Mark just as miserable helped build me back up. Of course that is something that breaks my heart to think about but I can seek comfort knowing that he is just as lost without me. I still love him, but I tell myself that maybe this is the first step of moving on. 

The school week went by and a drunk Mark had not made his way to my doorstep, until Friday night.  It was around 6pm and I was just cleaning the dishes as the girls were heading out to the Quarterfinals at Yost. 

“You sure you don’t want to come?” Kylie asks as they put their coats on. I look at them to answer 

“I’m- I can’t” I say before turning back around facing the sink.

“Okay, well win or lose tonight you are coming tomorrow” Kylie says as they both wave goodbye and open the front door. I did not hear the door shut behind them, instead I heard Kylie speak again, “Shouldn’t you be at Yost?”.

“No” I hear Mark reply followed by his heavy feet stomping up the porch stairs, “She home?” he slurs his words again. The door shuts and I make my way closer to the door so I can hear the conversation. I make my way closer to the door 

“No, she left already” Cami butts in

“Mark, shouldn’t you be getting ready to play?” Kylie says 

“Fucker scratched me” Mark says taking a seat on the stairs as both the girls didn’t know what to say, “I’ll wait here for her”

“No, don’t do that. You still need to be at the arena right?” Cami says and can’t hear what Kylie whispers to her. 

I listened to enough, I went back over to the kitchen to grab my phone and try to text Ethan, he answers back almost immediately:

Y/N: Mark is drunk

Y/N: On my front porch

Y/N: Just got here like 5 minutes ago

Eddy 🐴: Trus is on his way

I hear my front door open again followed by, “I’ll get you some water while you wait, since you insist on staying here” then the door shut again. Kylie makes her way into the kitchen, “Mark is-”

“I know”

“Umm hey guys” Kylie and I both turn to see Cami, “He passed out”

“Fuck” I say pulling my phone out and finding Truss’ number. I rings a few times before he answers

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you coming alone?” I ask him

“No, Phil is here too. We are just pulling in” he says and I can hear Phil in the background of the call saying ‘holy shit’.

“Okay, I’ll come out” I say, hanging up the phone.

I make my way to the front door, I open it to see the two guys shaking Mark’s shoulder. Truss and Phil look up

“Ethan didn’t say he was this out of it” Truss says as Phil pushes Mark up so he is sitting up right.

“Bro, what the fuck” Phil says standing back up and Mark mumbles in return. 

“Put him on my couch, he doesn’t look like he is going anywhere right now” I say reaching behind Mark to pull him up and Phil helps. 

“Here hang him off this shoulder” Truss says, positioning Mark on his good shoulder as Phil moves under the other one. They entered the house and dropped him on the couch. I followed them into the house watching Mark stumble until he dropped. The boys turned and looked at me.

“We will send some non-injured guys over after to remove him” Truss says, and I look over at Mark before looking back at Truss

“He can stay” I say and they furrow their brows in confusion

“Okay, well we really need to get back” Phil says 

“Wait” I say and they both look back, “Why was he scratched tonight?”

“That’s why” Phil says pointing at Mark passed out on the couch, “He tried to practice like that yesterday”

“He was scratched for the weekend” Truss adds

“Oh” I say, feeling awful, “Well thank you guys!” I thank them as they leave. The girls leave shortly after. As soon as I am alone, I can’t help but cry. I start to blame myself for not listening to Mark last weekend. Or not going over to talk to him. Or bare minimum unblocking his number.

I sit and watch Mark sleep on the couch. After a while I get up to get Advil and a glass of water ready for him and put it on the table before walking up the stairs to get ready for bed. My phone starts to ring around 10, so I answer seeing it is Ethan.

“Hey, you win?” I say

“Yeah, he still there?”

“Yeah, he is on the couch”

“Okay, I’ll come in a bit”

“It’s fine. Come get him in the morning”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I should talk to him before he gets kicked off the team”

“Good idea” Ethan says, “Okay, well then text me in the morning and I’ll come”. We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone. I head to bed and turn off my light. 

I wake up and head downstairs to see an empty couch. I see Mark’s phone is still here as I hear the downstairs toilet flush and a messy haired Mark exit back into the room.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go” he says, coming back over and grabbing his phone.

“Mark sit” I say and he turns to look at me almost as if he was seeing if I was serious, “please”. Mark sits on the couch across from me. “Why are you doing this to yourself?” I say, and a tear is already threatening to fall

“Because I fucked up” he says looking down at his feet then pushing his hand through his hair  before looking back up at me, “I wanted to give you space, but I should have fought for you” he says as a tear slides down my face. The tone in his voice is evidence enough that he was beating himself up.

“I’m not going to sit here and judge you and tell you everything you did wrong-”

“Well you should” Mark says as a tear rolls down his face, “What I said to you was awful, and not only that but not true. The past two weeks without you are proof of that because my life has been hell”. This is the first time I’ve seen Mark cry in front of me.

“You hurt me M-mark, but I can’t see you ruin your life l-like this” I say

“Why? I thought you’d enjoy this, I would if I were you”

“Because I still love you” I reach out grabbing his hand and he looks deeper into my eyes, “Just don’t break my heart again”

“Never” he says leaning in hugging me. I hug him back he he muffles into my shoulder, “I love you more than you’ll ever know”

[04ira]

invisible string h.rj

how life is with bff Renjun :’)

warnings: none. fluff w/ a little bit of angst

note: not proof read bare w me 😔☝🏻

Renjun have been your friend for 15 years. Both of you grew up together, basically spent half of your life with him. You were used to people assuming that you guys are dating, and both of you usually doesn’t care.

Even your and his friends ships the both of you, sometimes even questions if you guys are really just friends. Because who the hell cancels a blind date just to go grocery shopping with his bestfriend?? who the hell leaves on a clubbing night with his friends because you were craving mcdonalds????

Renjun Huang. Renjun Huang would do that. He was always one call away. He’s always ready to drop everything when it comes to you, and sometimes you wonder “why is he like this?” but you know…. maybe it was an act of kindness..? since you’re his bestfriend for 15 years. You can’t be falling for this can you??

9:35 AM

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard someone open your bedroom door.

It was Renjun.

“You’re awake. Let’s eat, i cooked breakfast”

He always do this too. It’s like you get a bestfriend premium package. Renjun goes to your dorm every weekends to apparently spend time with his 15 years bestfriend. This only happened recently though. Since his university was far from yours, he came up with this idea to hang out every weekend to stay connected and relevant to each other.

“Will you stop typing on your phone and actually eat and talk to me?” Renjun said while looking at you annoyed because he was blabbering already about his week only to realize you weren’t listening.

“Sorry, i was talking to my friends.” You reasoned, but you were actually tweeting in your private account freaking out because you were still not used to this set up.

“You’re talking to your friends while your bestfriend HERE for 15 YEARS is staring at you because you were supposed to spend time with him and not let him watch you talk to others.”

Rj said completely annoyed. You laughed at his half annoyed half sulking face. You said you’re sorry and actually talked to him happily.

10:28 AM

Both of you finished breakfast and went to watch a movie in your living room. At first, you guys argued about what genre of the movie will be. You wanted to watch a horror movie but he said it was too early for that and suggested watching romance movie instead.

You ended up agreeing with him and both decided to watch Titanic. You guys were halfway through the movie and this isn’t the first time both of you watched this movie. But you hated him and yourself for choosing this movie

because now you’re actually fucking crying at 11:30 AM. Seriously? WHY would you be crying at 11 freaking am??

You’re sitting in the couch laying your head in Renjun’s chest sobbing and crying your heart out while munching your popcorn while Renjun was laughing at your crying face. This isn’t the first time he sees you crying, he just finds it amusing that you really do cry because of a movie.

01:18 PM

You were sound asleep in Renjun’s chest. Tired from all the crying and you were comfortable leaning on his chest. He only stared at you, wiping the dried tears on your face and sometimes giggles everytime he remembers your crying face. He lets you sleep on his chest and slept on his own.

03:10 PM

You woke up without Renjun beside you. You checked your phone notifications and saw his message that said he was buying ingredients for dinner and that he couldn’t wake you up because you were sleeping peacefully. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. You’d be lying if you say that you don’t think about if you guys were something else. But you already accepted that you guys were only bestfriends long time ago.

You liked him back in 7th grade until 9th grade. You only acted as his friend though. You didn’t try sending signals and making a move, you knew he didn’t look at you and think of you that way. He would tell you about girls he like and his type, you would do the same but the difference is you actually talk about him. He just doesn’t know.

7th grade.

It’s monday. You were seating next to the window in your classroom, watching sport players training in the field while listening to music playing in your airpods. You felt someone seat next to you, but didn’t bother looking because you already knew it was Renjun. He would always do this during class break and annoy you, but this time, he didn’t do anything but actually just sat next to you while reading a book you recommended him a week ago.

You looked at him, he suddenly looked different…? Him actually focused in reading a book and his hair styled differently than usual…made you think he looked different..

of course, he looked different. He changed his hairstyle to the hairstyle you also recommended to him a week ago saying that it would look good in him. You weren’t aware that him changing his hairstyle would also make your feelings for him change.

8th grade.

Today was nothing different from your other school days. You went to class, studied future lessons in the library after and now you’re going home. Went to the convenience store first to buy ice cream and eat it while walking home.

You were walking home when you walk past your village’s park. You saw a figure that looked familiar with another figure that also looked familiar.

It was Renjun. With your class muse…?

They were talking. Renjun was saying something while she was only smiling at him and listening. Renjun pulled her into a hug.

And she hugs him back. She was the girl Renjun was talking about days ago. She’s pretty, smart, sporty, and kind. Totally his type.

Did he confess? Did she say yes?

The ice cream you were eating melts as your heart also breaks. Salty tears were about to fall so you walked fast while trying to stop yourself from crying. So many thoughts was running into your mind. “Why am i crying? why does it hurt? I’m only his bestfriend.”

“What am i gonna say when he tells me about this?”

You finally got up to your room, went straight to your bed to cry your heart out. You already put your phone on dnd to avoid receiving calls and messages from him. And to also distance yourself from everyone. You would just make up an excuse tomorrow why you weren’t able to answer his calls and messages.

9th grade.

It was thursday. You were eating with your other friends at your school watching the sport players train in the field. They were blabbering about their crushes when they asked you “What about you? Are you interested in someone?” Your friend asked smiling.

You smiled back, bittersweet smile. “No, i’m not interested on someone right now.” Your other friend suddenly giggled. “Are you sure? because the first time i saw you, you were with a guy! A little too close with him to only just be friends.” She was a transferee. She didn’t know much about my friendship with Renjun.

You and your friend also laughed.

“That was her childhood bestfriend, dummy!” Your friend butted in. You watched her mouth form an 0 shape and smiled apologetically.

You smiled back. You were used to people mistaking your relationship with Renjun.

But it’s true. You guys were a little too close to each other especially now that he has a girlfriend. And so you’ve decided to avoid him. It’s been 2 weeks actually, going 3 weeks. You haven’t talked to him, not even a single word.

You weren’t replying to his messages, he was restricted from all of your social media accounts and you also avoid bumping into him at school. Though, he tries to talk to you at school but during lunch break he would always be with his girlfriend or his bball team after class.

But today you saw him walking from the other side of the field. Your friends were talking to each other and you were staring at him, it was lunch break. He’s with his girlfriend. Of course.

He saw you. He waved. You also waved back.

Maybe it was time to stop avoiding him and let him go. You thought that it was immature to just throw your friendship with him just like that. Though, you really needed that space.

That day was the day when you accepted that he was only your bestfriend. Only ever will be your bestfriend. Maybe he’s your soulmate. Platonic soulmate. A soulmate doesn’t have to be a romantic partner.

03:49 PM

You smiled at the bittersweet memories as you heard the door open revealing Renjun carrying what he bought at the market. You sat up and walked towards him to help him. He says thank you as you helped him organize the foods he bought.

You went to your room and took a shower while Renjun was in the living room playing PUBG with Haechan and Chenle. You heard their arguments and playful remarks while playing.

04:45 PM

You finished showering and doing your skincare. You cleaned your room and when you went out of your room, you saw Renjun preparing the ingredients in the kitchen to start cooking. You went up to him and asks how can you help.

Both of you did your parts in preparing dinner.

06:35 PM

Both of you just finished preparing for dinner and were just waiting for the rice to cook. While waiting, he opens up the photo album from your bookshelf. It was the photo album of the both of you ever since you guys were kids.

Reminiscing memories with him. “I still remember this. This was the day when you cried because i didn’t want to play princess tea party with you.” Renjun said staring at the picture of you crying while he was standing cluelessly. You were 9 years old and he was 10 years old in this picture.

07:20 PM

You were eating dinner with him. Both of you talked about how university life was treating the both of you. How you both wants to go back to your province and spend time with family.

He smiles listening to you talk about how you miss going to you guys’ spot in the province, you stopped talking as he wiped the side of your lip. “There was a stain.”

Both of you finished eating, as you offered to wash the dishes since he has been doing all the chores since earlier. He agreed.

You thought he went to the living room while you were washing the dishes but he’s actually watching you from behind. When he suddenly comes up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“I really missed you. Wish i could stay here all the time.” You laughed.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m trying to be sweet what.” He said sounding offended as you literally made him feel like you’re rejecting his affection for you.

You’re used to this. His love language was physical touch. You don’t think differently of his actions anymore.

10:45 PM

You’re seating in the couch with Renjun beside you as you watch him play PUBG on his Ipad.

You yawned as you were already sleepy. Renjun heard and also noticed that your eyes were almost closing.

“You’re such a sleepy head.”

“You’re still not used to it? You have to.” You defended as he only laughed at your defense.

You told him that you’re gonna go to your room and sleep already since you can’t wait for him to finish his game. He said okay and kissed your forehead and went back to play his game.

You went to your room and slept. You smiled as you wish nothing of this would change. You don’t wish for anything else and you’re contented with what you have with him. He is indeed your soulmate. :)

[little-cereal-draws]

Moon Knight and Werewolf by Night headcanons (can be read as romantic or platonic):

They met bc Moon Knight thought Jack was some strange looking jackal that needed to be stopped when he had managed to get out one full moon

They fought for a minute or two (they were pretty evenly matched w the suit’s super healing and strength) but soon found out he was distracted by Stevens batons

Quick game of fetch ensued while the moon boys had a conference and figured out what that thing was (it wasn’t a jackal, that’s for sure) and what to do now

They got him home safe and stayed the night to make sure he stayed there. In the morning, Jack was very startled to have some mummy man thing in his house but they explained everything

Now they hang out

Jack runs hot and the system runs cold so if they’re ever sharing a bed for whatever reason, it works out pretty well. Jack’s kicked all the covers off and is starfished out while the boys on the other side of the bed have just pulled all the blankets and cacooned up

Marc/Jake and Jack have conversations in Spanish. Steven feels left out and has put it on his list of languages to learn… after he finishes French, Copic, and Arabic

Jack likes darker coffee. Maybe not quite black but he does not put a lot of sweetener is in it. Moon Knight likes tea or coffee w a lot of sugar in it

If they’re doing some lovely parallel play, both just existing in the same space but doing seperate things, Marc will occasionally sneak a glance over and give a little “awooo!” Jack never responds but always looks up instantly. When Marc starts laughing, he gets all mad, telling him to stop doing that. Marc thinks it’s the funniest thing so he never stops. This cycle happens regularly wo fail

Jake was originally the wariest of Jack and kept quite a distance for a while, studying him and trying to figure him out. Jack never pushed him and just being friendly and going about his business like usual. Ultimately, Jake decided he was pretty cool and now they’re like peas in a pod

Jack always spins in a circle before sitting down. He doesn’t realize he does it tho. In his mind, he’s making sure he’s not forgetting anything he has to stand back up to get, that he’s not sitting on anyones legs/in their personal space, or making sure this is in fact where he’s supposed to sit. The boys notice tho. They bring it up once and he’s so confused abt what they’re talking abt and insists he doesn’t do that. They drop it but have a little smile every time he does it

Jack and Steven have the same music taste, meaning oldies. Jack gave him a record player when he found out he didn’t have one to “listen to them the way they were meant to be listened to.” Now they give each other records pretty regularly

All the boys smell pretty similar to Jack. I mean, it’s the same body, soap, shampoo, and deoederent so that’s to be expected. There are ways to tell them apart (or at least tell who got them ready that morning) tho. Jake’s jacket and gloves smell like cigarettes. Even if they’re not wearing them at the moment, there’s a lingering smell of it. Marc’s hair gel smells like chemicals and he’s always very generous with it so it’s easy to tell when he’s styled them for the day. Steven wears just a touch of cologne that the other two neglect unless they’re going somewhere fancy

They bond over having a part of yourself that you feel like is destructive and have no control over

Jack also has similar methods as Steven’s nightly routine to make sure he doesn’t get out on full moons. They compare notes and what works and what doesn’t

[whereisten]

OMG YOURE BACK IVE MISSED YOU GUYS❤️

and omg you’re writing again too?😭 what a good dayyyy. I clicked on the notification when I saw that tumblr notified be you guys were back💗 anywaysss for the prompt game:

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

Can i have it with yangyang please❤️😭 thank youuu, preferably friends to lovers where yangyang is oblivious the reader has a crush on him

BUT ALSO HOW ARE YOU GUYSS, IVE MISSED YOU

Thank you SO so much!!! We are doing well and hope you are too 🥺💖💖💖 I’m sorry this took so long but here we go!! I hope you like it!

Unrequited Love (a,f)

Yangyang x female reader (oneshot)

Contains: angst, fluff, a little cursing, jealousy, surprise guest 😏

Word count: 1.9k

25.”It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

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“I can’t believe I’m ready before you for once.” You swung your chair back to facing Yangyang’s gaming computer to finish the level he could never beat. You were both getting ready for your senior prom or what the entire world referred to as “the best night of your life.” 

You weren’t so sure about that, after all, you had no date. To make matters worse, you’d have to watch your one true love go with someone else. You didn’t think it was fair, but if it made Yangyang happy, that’s all that mattered.

Yangyang scoffed “well…you don’t have to wear much makeup, you don’t have to do anything special to look..pretty.” The last word came out in the most gentle whisper, but you still heard it.

Your thumbs stuttered in movement. You didn’t move your character in time and quickly lost a life as some other player took advantage of your shock and shot you.

You paused the game and turned to him slowly. He still buttoned his dress shirt up like he didn’t do or say anything wrong.

“W-what did you just say?”

He turned to you with a smirk as he folded his collar. “Nothing.” He shrugged.

“Wait wait wait wait…” you jumped out of the chair and walked up to him.

“You can’t just-!”

He interrupts you with a loud sigh.

“Can you fix my bow tie for me?”

He hands you the tie while your mouth is still open.

You scoff and take it in your hands.

You stepped closer to him, bowing your head slightly so you could pay closer attention to his slender neck.

You were shaking and you hoped he didn’t notice, but this was the closest you had been to the boy you secretly loved.

Your fingers simply brushed his warm skin and you felt sparks at the tips. You swallowed hard as you remembered just how good he looked in a suit.

He chuckled. “At this rate, we’ll never get to prom.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you stopped taking a peak at my cleavage and tilted your head back, this would be easier for me!”

Yangyang quickly looked up to elongate his neck but not before ushering an “ugh ew!”

You knew he was joking, but a part of you felt defeated at that. Why didn’t he feel the same way about you? Why did he have to crush on the most basic looking girl? You’ve known him since 5th grade, she’s only known him since this year. It wasn’t fair, but once again, she made him happy, that’s all that matters.

You finally stepped back and turned from him. “There..you’re all set..can we go now?”

Yangyang frowned when you turned away from him. He didn’t know why you seemed sad for the biggest night of your lives, but he wished you weren’t. You were supposed to have fun together.

“Y/n..” he said softly.

“Yeah?” You looked at him over your shoulder. 

Time moved slowly. In a perfect world, this would be the moment. He’d finally confess his love to you. He’d ditch his date or maybe you’d both ditch prom altogether and just hang out. You would spend time together and express your love for each other. He’d say “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it until now.” And finally, you’d finally-

“You ready for some fun?” He tossed the car keys to you and smiled brightly.

You forced a smile and nodded.

———

Yangyang met his date at prom and you watched from the side as they took photos. You pretended to fix your hair and makeup. You looked at your nails and even talked to random students you never even seen before tonight. You tried everything not to watch them together. Your heart was breaking. You felt so beautiful and yet, you envied the girl at the center of Yangyang’s attention.

Yangyang held her closely as they walked towards the dance floor. He turned back to you when he realized you were behind him and waved you over. However, you pretended not to see him over the crowd and went outside to the balcony area.

You looked over a beautiful garden lit by white Christmas lights and the gazebo at the center. It was perfect. You could easily feel like a princess. If only you had a Prince.

“It hurts..” a male voice echoes from the doorway.

You turned to him. “What?”

“Loving someone who doesn’t love you..” he tilts his head towards the party.

The boy is none other than your ex, Jeno.

You chuckled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jeno.”

He steps closer to you, standing right across from you now as you look back out at the garden.

“Come on y/n…I see the look in your eyes when you look at Yangyang..you look at him like he created the stars, the moon, and night itself..”

You look back at Jeno as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“I would’ve given anything to have you look at me that way..just once.” He continues.

“Jeno..you know I—“ you swallowed hard.

“You have a special place in your heart for me..yeah I know, I remember the break-up letter you wrote to me.” He chuckled.

“What you feel now…is what I felt every day I was with you.”

“Is that why you came out here? To make me feel worse than I already do?” Your eyes started to fill up with tears and you weren’t sure why. Jeno was so sweet. He was a great boyfriend, but your heart belonged to Yangyang, even he couldn’t keep you from loving him.

But you weren’t crying because of Jeno, were you? No, you were crying because he was right. It did hurt to love someone that didn’t love you back.

He shook his head. “No..I’m here to tell you to stop..either let him go or tell him the truth..”

“Jeno..you know I can’t do that.”

“Tell him everything, tell him how you feel and how you can’t go five minutes without your heart racing just because he’s looked at you.”

“And what will that do? It will ruin our friendship, just stop.” You grew furious at Jeno’s bizarre statements and walked by him to the door leading back into the party.

He took your hand and pulled you back. “You broke up me because you love him! It’s only fair that you let him know that!”

Your head snaps back to him. “Fair for who? For you! I will never tell Yangyang.”

“Tell me what?” Yangyang speaks out from behind you.

You swallow hard and turn back to him, tears were running down your cheeks now. You were embarrassed. This night had turned into a mess so fast, you didn’t know what to do.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Jeno? What the hell did you do?”

Jeno let you go but remained silent.

“He--he didn’t do anything Yangyang, don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

“Fuck that, you don’t look fine.” Yangyang grows angry at the sight of you in tears with your ex just a few feet away.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? What did he do, y/n?”

He reaches for your cheek but you back away.

Jeno steps to you, but Yangyang quickly pushes him away. “Back off asshole!”

“Yangyang!” You step in before the situation escalates. “Im not crying because of him..I’m crying because of you.” You let out and immediately regretted it. 

“What?” Yangyang stared in disbelief.

You ran through the party and out the front door. 

Yangyang ran after you as his date ran after him.

“Y/n! Let’s talk about this..is what he said true?”

You stopped in your tracks for a moment.

He heard Jeno. You grew even more embarrassed and started to run again.

You quickly hopped in your car and started to drive home. Tears blurred your vision, but you could still see a heartbroken and confused Yangyang in your review mirror.  He called out to you, but his voice grew quieter as you drove further and further away.

———

It was the next morning when you heard a knock on your door.

You pulled your pillow over your head and pretended to sleep.

After a few minutes, the door flew open.

You sighed and lifted the pillow off.

“It’s a Saturday, why are you waking me up-“ you mumbled, but stopped when you realized it wasn’t any parent coming in.

Yangyang stood at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed.

“You piss me off.” He picked up another pillow that was at the end of your bed and threw it hard at you. Your head flung back but you quickly grabbed the pillow that was behind your head and threw it at him.

“You piss ME off! What the hell do you want?” You jumped out bed and grabbed another pillow and threw it at him before he could respond.

He caught it in hands effortlessly and suddenly the two of you were paying an angry game of pillow dodgeball at 9 a.m.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls or at least text me, you asshole!!” He threw it back at you.

You stepped to the side. “Why did I ever give you a key to my house?!” You yelled and threw your high heel shoe this time.

Yangyang’s eyes widened as he dropped yo the floor to dodge it.

“Okay!! Okay! That’s enough!” He yelled.

You panted and say on the edge of your bed.

He stood up slowly before sitting beside you.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t want to talk about it Yangs.”

“Well..I do.” He said softly.

You turned to face him, your mascara was smudged and your hair was messy, you looked a mess, but Yangyang loved it nonetheless. To him, you were always beautiful.

“It’s my fault..” he sighed before continuing. “I’ve been so oblivious this entire time..because I’ve just been so focused on..”

“Yourself?” You smirked.

He chuckled. “..yeah.”

You sighed loudly and fell into the bed. “I’m sorry, I should’ve never said anything to Jeno..now I’ve made the friendship awkward.”

“What are you talking about? You’ve only made things clearer for me to be honest.”

Your brows furrowed.

“Y/n..I love you too..and not just a friendly love..I think..no, I know I love you.”

He laid down beside you.

You chuckled. “And now you’re making fun of me.”

He places a hand on your chin and turns your face towards his. He kisses you without much thought, keeping his lips on yours in hopes that you won’t pull away.

And you don’t. You close your eyes and embrace the kiss, feeling like all your worries were lifted from your shoulders. You no longer felt heartbroken.

You pulled away to breathe and blinked rapidly. “That was…”

“Amazing.”

“Weird.” You said before laughing. You both felt strange but good.

“What about your date from last night? Are you sure about this?” You displayed a look of concern that Yangyang found to be adorable.

“Oh her? She’s pretty and all..but she isn’t you.”

You smiled widely before sitting up and grabbing a pillow to throw at him. 

“If you barge into my room like that again, I’ll throw actual basketballs.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back to the bed.

——-

Thank youuu I hope you enjoyed!! I was actually gonna stop it at the scene where y/n drives away but i wanna be nice hehe

[moonlight-sonata99]

Life day prep with tech

Tech x reader

A/n: went on a otp prompt generator and got  Person A and Person B as the scene from The Owl House where Amity kisses Luz on the cheek and freaks out after it.  and i thought of tech for some reason,enjoy!!

"Tech,you're smart, what do you know about life?" Your voice interrupts tech as he works on repairing a part of the ship that had been slightly broken,

“Life day? Well it is a day rooted in Wookie tradition in which the wookies celebrate family and peace. As well, decorate their houses and use a young Wroshyr tree as adult sized trees are tall in size.” Tech explains as he drills in a screw and glances over and you nodded in thought.

“And what do they decorate with?the tree i mean” you ask as hand tech a tool, seeing that he was about to reach for it.

“The wookies used orbs in various colors,but before that they used crystalline orbs which were also the same orb that jedi used for their lightsabers.”

“Really??so…where to get this tree?” excited you placed your hands on gonky who entered the room making itself known with its signature sound.

“You want to go get a wroshyr tree?” He’s caught off guard as he turns towards you. 

“Why not?We can set up a little tree here. We don't need a big one” you chuckle looking back at tech.

“I suppose..” Tech turns back as he continues

“There is also a hologram edition.if its space you're worried about.” 

“Hologram tree?hmm” you trailed off in thought “Can we decorate it?” you ask as Tech pushes up his glasses

“That I am unsure of.” he states finishing up he wipes his gloves and puts away the tools.

“Well..i feel like we should go for the real version just in case.” you state “So omega put up some of the orbs!I think she’ll like that.”

“I suppose she will” tech says crouching and closing the tool box.

“So….let's go!’ you exclaim nudging techs shoulder as he stood back up 

“Both of us?” tech mumbles out looking directly at you

“Why not? the gangs hanging out at cids. Plus i want it to be a surprise” You say smiling sheepishly “W-well you don't have to..i just thought you cause…you're smart.” chuckling you brush the back of your neck 

Feeling his cheeks turn warm tech coughs and picks up the tool box

“Alright then, when you are ready.” tech brushes pass you as you pump your fist besides him 

“yes!!let me go tell hunter before he hangs us for taking the marauder..” walking to the exit of the ship you wave at tech who has his back towards you.

“So..where exactly do we find this wroshyr tree?” you trail off looking out the glass to watch the planet filled with trees larger than life,admiring them.“Considering it is a popular celebration,we should be able to find it in the markets in the nearby villages.” Tech replied, steering the ship.”Get ready,we are landing”

“Woah…it's so pretty here” you breathe out while admiring the large trees that seemed to go on for miles.

“Yes,just as you saw the planet of kashyyk is full of these large trees.” Looking at his device tech looks up and looks at the view (Reader wut anyways) 

“Do you think the wookies will be okay with us getting a tree from them…?” you trail off a bit worried.

“I'm quite sure,”

“If i may,when i said small for space i didn't not mean this small” tech stared at the small tree he cut and you stared at it thinking.

“M-maybe…but it gets the job done no?” crossing your arms you look at tech, “its fine,plus most of the trees here will be to big for us to carry on our own.” you chuckle

“We just need the life orbs…” looking at your list as you check off the tree,”So we head into civilization!” 

After running into wookies and tech using his amazing language skills you and tech managed to buy a few life orbs. “There so…pretty” you breathe out clearly mesmerized. Tech coughed and rubbed his throat.

“O-oh right..i heard shyriiwook was hard on the throat..” looking around you stand up “Hold on, i’ll get something for your throat” coming off a bit worried you hurry out of the cockpit

“There's no need,I'll be fine.” tech says as he starts up the marauder.

“You sure..?” you ask trailing off at the end

“Yes,what matters now is that we go back to the others.” Tech states as you nod

“Oh yea..” you mumble,a bit disappointed

“Was there anything else you wished to do?” tech asked, looking at you as you shook your head and looked down at your hands as you sat down the seat next to him.

“No no! It's just…”

I liked it here,with you.”

“Oh.” eyes widened tech looks back at the wheel as you look away silently cursing at yourself.

“If i am to be honest,this trip was beneficial.”tech states staring directly outside the glass lifting up the ship. 

You turned to look at him surprised, as your heart started racing and you smiled.

As the ship landed you stood up and began to prepare placing the life orbs down next to the tree gently as you stood and tech walked to the entrance looking at his device (Mans rlly skedaddled out there smh) 

“Wait tech!!” you call while running after him.

“Yes?” he turns around and looks at you

“just-Thank you. I never really got to celebrate life day with my family,I'm glad I got to spend it with you guys.” you smile 

“Your welcome,” tech says looking away

“Now then,i'll head back to cid’s and notify the rest to come here.”

“Oh!right thanks again” you let out an airy chuckle and you fiddle with your hair.and tech turns back around ready to walk away.

“Wait one more thing!!” you exclaim 

“What is it?” tech asks as you stand there seeming nervous

“Uhm,here” putting a hand on his shoulder and tech flinches a bit and you placed your hand on his cheek which was warm and soft and techs breathe hitched as you closed your eyes and placed your lips on his cheek,

 To techs disappointment you pulled away fast as you looked at him, “y-yeah,uhm anyways i'm gonna go finish doing-that,see ya” you nervously fast and scurry away and tech is left there as his device is left midway from how he usually has it.His heart beating fast and his mind still on the kiss.

“Tech,are you two back with the ship already?”the voice form the communication device disrupts the aura and tech shakes his head lightly and he coughs 

“Yes,im uh headed back to cids...”

A/n: No ya’ll dont understand....im ObsESSED with these borders there so cute omfl i think ill make some for the rest of the gang TTplus idk how to write kiss scenes dont atk me plsss

[androidcharles]

SURPRISE CHAPTER DROP! Hell yeah!

I'm trying to work at my own pace, but I just finished this chapter and I really wanted to post it now.

So after the Right Hand Man gets kidnapped, the Triple Threat get a new case. Is this case connected to Right's disappearance? Or something more sinister? Also Charles goes on his first date w/ Rupert, that's a thing that happens

Charles was currently in front of his mirror, adjusting his tie and fidgeting with his hair as he gazed at himself worriedly, wondering if this was enough. It had been a few days since Rupert had declared his love to him and today was Saturday. Their first date together… it was such a big step.

They had taken to talking to each other over text, but this would be the first time he would be meeting with him since they became a couple. He pursed his lips as he wondered if he was truly ready for this. The best thing you can do at this point is start growing up… what did General Galeforce mean by that? He had to admit, even when he was receiving military discipline, he did have a tendency to act childishly on occasion. Did going on this date mean that he was growing up? Or he was more grown up?

A couple of error messages flickered in his UI as he groaned, grabbing a comb and brushing it through his hair again.

“Careful, if you do that too much, it’ll get frizzy,” he heard Ellie say. He saw her reflection in the mirror as she hovered over the door, smiling at him gently as he turned towards her. Henry was also there, hovering over the doorway, smiling to himself as Charles glanced to the side, a bit unsure.

“Yeah, but… I just want it to be perfect…” Charles said as Ellie and Henry entered the room, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Your first date is never going to be perfect. You just have to hope that it doesn’t suck majorly,” Ellie said.

“I know, but I don’t want it to totally bomb…” Charles said, “After all, this is my first time hanging out with Rupert in a more… romantic sense?” Charles waved his hands as he said this, as if he were trying to piece together something that he couldn’t quite make the shape out of.

“Charles, it’ll be fine. My first date was a total mess because I kept going on about how everything had to be perfect,” Ellie said, “Just hang out with him normally like you would if you were just friends. That’s how it’s supposed to work.”

“Well, there’s also one other thing bothering me,” Charles said, “General Galeforce messaged me on my birthday and said that it was time for me to grow up. So I gotta ask you guys: do I seem grown up to you!?” Ellie and Henry glanced to the side; Ellie put her hand over her mouth while Henry made a strange face, gazing off into the void as Charles sighed, placing his hands over his face.

“Geez, I really have been acting like a kid this whole time, have I?” Charles muttered.

“I mean, you’re mature where it counts! On missions, you don’t like us fooling around!” Ellie said.

AND IT’S LIKE YOU’RE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON WHEN YOU’RE BEHIND THE HELICOPTER, Henry pointed out, SO NO, YOU ARE NOT IMMATURE, YOU’RE JUST- Henry tried to find the right words as Charles sat on the edge of the bed with Ellie and Henry.

“I know, I know. I’m childish,” Charles said, “I like hopping up and down a bit too much, I get really over-excited over silly things, and I’m always dressing childishly as well. Did you guys know I wore overalls up until I was three? Now I’m eight years old! That was five years ago! UUUUUGGGGGHHH!!” Charles flopped backwards on his bed as Ellie and Henry joined him, laying next to him as he cringed.

“I think android years work a bit different than human years, Charles. To you, that was five years ago, but to a human, that’s like what? Twenty years?” Ellie said.

“I just want to know what it’s gonna take for me to start actually acting like a grown-up,” Charles muttered.

“Well, you don’t have to be grown up when you’re ‘grown up!’” Ellie said.

“But it has to be different than being a kid or something? You guys are like grown-ups… what’s the big difference?” Charles said. Ellie sat up as Henry got his thinking face on. It didn’t take long for them to start answering.

“Going to bed whenever you want…”

GETTING AWAY WITH STEALING.

“Eating ice cream for dinner instead of salad.”

BRUSHING YOUR TEETH AT THREE A.M.

“Going out with girls.”

GOING OUT WITH BOYS.

“Having almost no friends.”

“I don’t like that last one…” Charles said as he sat up as well, “And besides Ellie, we’re your friends.”

“Yeah, but my friend circle is pretty thin these days…” Ellie said.

“What about your-”

“Those guys are just contacts and people I’ve kept up with. And people who owe me favors. No friendship there,” Ellie said, “I call them my friends, but the minute I drop contact is when they lose my number.”

“I see… well, if that’s growing up is like than I don’t wanna grow up,” Charles said.

“Than don’t go on your date,” Ellie said.

“Ah… well I can be grown-up for a little bit I guess…” Charles said sheepishly as he brushed himself off, “Do you guys think I look alright?”

“I think you look great. Have fun OK? And try to be back before midnight or we’ll really start worrying,” Ellie said, “You may be ‘grown up’ but that doesn’t mean we can’t baby you a little.”

“OK…” Charles planted a kiss on both of their cheeks as he grabbed his wallet and started out the door.

“See ya later,” Charles said as he headed out of the apartment. Ellie and Henry watched him go as Ellie let out an exasperated sigh.

“You know, when they said we were basically going to be calling him our kid, I thought they were kidding…” Ellie said, leaning against the door frame.

HE MIGHT AS WELL BE OUR KID, THE WAY HE ACTS. I HOPE RUPERT TREATS HIM RIGHT… Henry signed with a sort of mean look on his face.

“Oh, you are so a shotgun dad…” Ellie giggled as Henry shrugged.

Charles and Rupert had decided to meet in the park nearby the place they were going to eat. Charles entered the park, searching the area before he saw Rupert, wearing a leather vest t-shirt combo and a pair of dark cargo pants with dark leather boots, topped with a newsboy cap on top of his head with a couple of pins in it. Compared to Charles, who had opted to wear a sweater vest with a tie and a pair of dress slacks and nice looking shoes, he almost felt like a nerd as he approached him, waving hopefully.

“Hey Rupert…” Charles said shyly as Rupert looked up, almost stunned.

“Ah… maybe I should go home and change…” Rupert said, blushing as he saw what Charles was wearing.

“I don’t mind! You look amazing!” Charles said, “Compared to me. Maybe I should go home and change…”

“No, you look great too. Kinda proper and grown up compared to me,” Rupert said. Charles beamed at the words as Rupert held out his hand, grasping his own as they started down the sidewalk, smiling and talking about little things as they approached the restaurant. They had decided not to eat at Gouda’s or a pizza place, but at a place called Fish-eria. There was a huge lobster tank in the middle of the restaurant as they were seated, looking over the menu to see what they wanted.

“This isn’t exactly the most grown up place to eat, but I really wanted to eat something fried,” Rupert said.

“Oh, those lobsters in the tank are so cute!” Charles said.

“They’re gonna get eaten soon, Charlie,” Rupert said, “They have to witness their brethren being eaten all the time.”

“With that kind of logic, I’m surprised they haven’t staged a coup yet,” Charles giggled as Rupert laughed a little. They continued to talk after they had ordered, Charles looking over and already seeing another two Toppats. He was quite familiar with their situation already; about a couple days ago, the Right Hand Man had gone missing, much to the dismay of much of clan, especially Reginald, who was especially close to him.

Amelia had been running herself ragged trying to upkeep the clan in her fathers stead, which is why he hadn’t messaged her as much lately, but seeing two Toppats here must mean there’s either a lead here or they’re spying for Amelia’s sake.

Charles tried not to concentrate on the two of them as they continued to talk, but Rupert must have noticed Charles looking at the table, because he turned to see them and let out a sigh.

“They just can’t leave ya alone, can they?” Rupert muttered.

“Well, Amelia can’t be here to spy on me, so she might as well send the grunts,” Charles muttered as he stabbed a bit of his crab with a fork.

“You know she can just ask you how your date went like a normal person. You know, IM you or something,” Rupert said.

“I know, but I guess this is her way of showing she cares,” Charles said. He decided not to drop the fact that the Right Hand Man had gone missing and they might just be here to follow a lead they had been told to chase.

“Well, whatever. I seriously don’t understand how you can trust them,” Rupert said, “If I was gonna make friends with my worst enemies, I would just try to get close to them so I can find out as much information as I could before I stabbed them in the back.”

That’s the idea, Charles thought, though he couldn’t help but feel bad about this kind of thing. For his strategy, he was hoping to kill them with kindness; meaning that if he could lure them into thinking doing good things is better than doing bad things, maybe they could all be friends with each other. And than they wouldn’t have to worry about fighting anymore.

According to Amelia, the Toppats did have a bounty hunting division. No wonder they were under the government forces tail for so long…

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” Charles said. He was already under the impression that the Toppats were planning the same thing anyway. After all, this was a criminal group they were talking about.

“Well, anyway… do you feel a year older? My mom says that when you turn twenty five is when you really start feeling your age. And I think I understand what she means now,” Rupert said, “I felt like a kid my whole life until my birthday last year. Man…” Rupert closed his eyes as he giggled to himself.

“Well, I guess I do kinda feel like I’m a little older. But I don’t know if I feel… grown up you know,” Charles said.

“I think you’re plenty grown up. You’ve proven that lots of times,” Rupert said, “Heck, you’re dressed a lot better for our date than I am, so if that isn’t proof enough, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t usually act grown up all the time,” Charles said, “I’m still a little immature sometimes…”

“Well, so am I! I play video games when I should be sleeping and I still can’t eat carrots without making a face!” Rupert said, “You’re not the only ‘adult’ questioning if they’re really an adult. Though considering your age…”

“But what if I was human, I was the actual age I was on my drivers license, and I acted the way I did; would you still have fallen in love with me?” Charles asked. Rupert smiled gently as he took his hands.

“Of course I would have. Because despite how wacky you are from time to time, you’re really charming and fun,” Rupert said, “I don’t know where you’re getting all this self doubt, but it doesn’t really suit you.” Charles felt his inseams emitting steam once again as he smiled, feeling a wave of bittersweet relief flowing over him.

The waiter suddenly approached the table, handing the bill to the couple. After they had paid, they walked out as Charles received a ping on his messenger.

GlitterToppatGirl: Good to know your date went well.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yeah, and it’s still happening so wait until it’s over before we start our usual thing please!

Charles took Rupert’s hand and started to run down the street as they headed towards the park, laughing and giggling to each other as they got ice cream from a passing street vendor and sat on the bench, taking in the warm atmosphere of summer. With June finally on the horizon, combined with them living in near a desert, the months ahead were projected to be super hot. However, Rupert didn’t seem to complain much as Charles leaned against him, accidentally spilling ice cream on his cheeks.

“Ah, sorry, here let me just…” Charles started to lick the ice cream off of Rupert’s cheek as he giggled.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Rupert laughed, shoving Charles playfully.

“No, but this is on purpose,” Charles said as he leaned forward and kissed Rupert on the lips. He had to get better at this somehow as Rupert leaned into the kiss, letting out a small sigh as they parted.

“Yeah… that feels nice,” Rupert said.

“Are you sure?” Charles said, “We’re not moving too fast are we?”

“I would say this is an appropriate pace. Now if you asked me to marry you, than I would say it’s going too fast.”

“Aw darn! I guess I’ll have to cancel the dancing girls and the flowers.” Rupert started to laugh as they ate more of their ice cream, making little quips in between before they finally decided to head back to Rupert’s apartment.

“Do you wanna watch a movie? I know it’s a little much for a first date but…” Rupert glanced to the side shyly as Charles laughed.

“You want this date to be perfect too, don’t you?” Charles said. Rupert blushed as Charles took his hand.

“C’mon, let’s head back to your place. I need to be somewhere where I don’t have to worry about being asked if I know some kind of complex equation,” Charles said. Rupert nodded his head as they headed in the direction of his apartment building.

- - - - -

Amelia stared at the messenger app in her UI as she put her head in her arms on her desk. She was currently in her room right now. While the halls of the new recruit bunkers were usually buzzing, they were even more so than usual, with Amelia taking unofficial control of the Toppat Clan until her father was in a better state (as least mentally) to run the dang place.

Her father didn’t seem to mind in the least bit, not that he would. He was spending most of his time in bed, staring at the empty space where his right hand used to be and would sometimes cry. Sometimes uncontrollably, sometimes quietly where no one could hear. She had been practically babysitting him while this was happening, but most of all, she was also trying to take care of the clan.

All heists had been put on hold until the Right Hand Man had been found, but so far, not even the Toppat Clan’s best detectives had managed to find anything on where he might be located. All they had to go by was the blood at the scene (which was his) and some scratch marks on the pavement.

Amelia felt a bit nervous, knowing that Charles and the others had left quite a few remaining N.E.R.D. AIs to rot on Grave Road, but knowing that maybe one or two escaped and in their quiet fury, managed to escape and quite possibly kidnap her dad...

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door. She slapped herself a few times before clearing her throat.

“Come in!” The door opened and Reginald peered in. His eyes were quite red, but he still tried to smile despite the sad look in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry about all this…” Reginald said, closing the door behind him as he sat on the bed. Amelia sighed as she turned towards him in her chair.

“I’m sorry I took control while you were sick. But Sven couldn’t be in charge again considering the fact that he’s a no longer a higher up, so-”

“I understand. The senior members were a bit against it, but you put up quite an argument. And I wasn't really there to oppose it either... I haven’t been in the best mental state these past few days. I need to get back to leading the clan again. Even if… even if he’s not there.” Reginald put his hand over his mouth, trying to keep his composure as he cleared his throat.

“Maybe it would be best to name a temporary right hand. At least until papa is found.” Amelia was just as broken up about the Right Hand Man’s disappearance as he was, but she had lived her whole life compressing her emotions. She could compress a few more files if it meant putting on a good face for the clan.

“But who would be the best suited for something like that? I can think of a few senior members, but I think they’d want to be leader more. I can’t have someone who I know is going to stab me in the back. Especially if Right is found…” Reginald paced her room as Amelia got to thinking. The first person she thought of was Sven, since he was super good at staying organized, but not only was he not in a current position to be considered for the role, but he was also someone who had already expressed distaste in leading.

She flitted through her database, sorting everyone out and searching through everyone before she cleared her throat.

“Maybe Mr. Howitzer?” Amelia asked.

“Howie?” Reginald made a face at this, almost a little shocked that Amelia would suggest him. She had only talked to him in passing on occasion, because she could relate to him in being adopted by the clan. But while she had flourished in terms of power and skill, Howie still had yet to really prove himself. Regardless, he was still a veteran of the clan, knew how it worked inside and out and was more than qualified despite his “jack of all trades, master of none” attitude.

“What makes you think that he would be good for the position?” Reginald said.

“Well, for one he’s not super motivated; he’ll see it as a title and nothing more. And if anything he wouldn’t be too disappointed if it ever came to him having to step down. Plus, despite how much he hasn’t really flourished, he’s still pretty skilled when it comes to fighting and handling sticky situations. I think he’d be the perfect right hand until papa is found,” Amelia explained.

“Well…” Reginald winced a bit before nodding his head, “He has been here since he was young. I suppose if anyone knows more about how the clan works, it would be him.”

“Exactly,” Amelia said, “Plus if he does go rogue, I can always take care of him…” Amelia pounded her fists together as static formed at the edges of her vision. She shook her head as Reginald smiled.

“Alright, well I suppose I should address the clan, shouldn’t I?” Reginald said, “And you need to get some rest.”

“Dad, I’m fffIIIIIIIIiiIiIiIiIiiiiiiIne,” Amelia said, her voice suddenly freezing up slightly as she saw a couple of error messages in her UI.

“No you are not! I recognize that ‘fine,’ that’s the ‘fine’ you gave me before Burt had to spend three hours deep cleaning your software because it creates viruses when you don’t boot yourself into sleep mode!” Reginald scolded, “Go to bed! I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” Amelia said. Reginald nodded his head as she stood up and walked over to her bed, laying down and pulling the covers over herself.

“Stay here for a little bit? Please?” Amelia asked. Reginald smiled softly as he knelt down next to her, stroking the top of her head as she snuggled into her bed. She thought about the first time she had gone to sleep at the old manor; despite how warm and welcoming the clan had been, she was still scared to death because she was in a strange place and she hadn’t booted herself into sleep mode. That was, until the Right Hand Man had popped in and talked to her a bit, soothing her enough to go to sleep.

“I miss papa,” she whimpered, pulling the covers over her. Her eyes displayed tear drops as Reginald sniffled, nuzzling her forehead.

“I miss him, too,” Reginald said softly, “Don’t worry, we’ll find him. We have to have hope, after all.” Amelia nodded her head as she closed her eyes.

“Good night. I love you.” Reginald kissed the top of head as he shut the lights off before closing the door behind him.

- - - - -

The next day, Charles rubbed his eyes as he sat up in his bed, looking around and panicking, realizing he wasn’t even in his room. He looked down to see he was wearing one of Rupert’s shirts and sighed, suddenly remembering everything before he turned to Rupert, who was already waking up. He sat up next to Charles as he opened his eyes, shaking his head to wake himself up before he looked at Charles, his eyes still mostly closed.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead,” Rupert said softly. Charles smiled at him as he swung his legs over to sit on the side of the bed, stretching.

“Man, last night was really fun. I’m sorry I stayed over though…” Charles said, looking down and gasping.

“WHERE ARE MY PANTS?!”

“Uh…” Rupert crawled over to sit next to him as Charles covered himself.

“Geez, it’s not like there’s anything to hide, you’re like a life sized Barbie doll you know,” Rupert teased.

“Well, yeah, but it’s still embarrassing,” Charles said, “I can’t believe I went back to my place to get a change of clothes so I could sleep over and I don’t even wear pants to bed. It probably made you super uncomfortable too…”

“I didn’t mind. And besides, it’s not like we did anything. We were talking pretty much the whole time until two AM. I had to practically threaten that I would hold down your power button to get you to sleep!”

“Shut up,” Charles muttered, finding his pants on the ground and starting to slip them on, “I just don’t wanna overstep my boundaries. I mean, I kinda got a little sloppy when I was making out with you and than I took off my pants… why did I take off my pants?”

“You said they were making you uncomfortable. Do you always sleep without pants?” Rupert asked.

“No, not really,” Charles said, “What process in my head…”

“Don’t worry about it too much, Charlie,” Rupert said, bonking his shoulder, “If I was uncomfortable with anything you did last night, you would have been on the sidewalk missing some RAM.”

“Than I really wouldn’t have remembered last night. Anyway… I’m gonna go ahead and head out now. I have a bunch of unread messages from Ellie and they all boil down to ‘get home right away, nerd.’”

“Geez, she could do without calling you a nerd,” Rupert muttered.

“Yeah, but I still love her,” Charles chuckled, “Maybe I’ll see you again tomorrow?”

“Ah, I’ll probably be busy tomorrow,” Rupert said. Charles felt a bit forlorn about this information but than remembered that Rupert had just been promoted to Sergeant Major very recently. And with that promotion, he might be considered for captain soon.

“Well, good luck either way,” Charles said, kissing Rupert on the cheek, “Love you and see you later.”

Rupert waved goodbye to him as he headed out of his apartment to head to his own. As soon as he unlocked the door and opened it, he noticed that Ellie and Henry weren’t in the living room. He checked the messages and confirmed that they were waiting in the office, because apparently they had a new case. Charles headed into the office as he smiled at the two of them, waving sheepishly as he took a seat in the office.

“What the heck took you so long?” Ellie said.

“Uh, nothing,” Charles said.

“Oh great creators above, you slept with him, didn’t you? Charles, third date! I thought you knew that much!”

“I didn’t! And even if I did, how would I?” Charles let out a small huff as Henry giggled, waving his hands to start the meeting.

SO, YOU TWO KNOW THE PIZZA PLACE OVER ON BAKER STREET? He signed as Charles sat down, trying to keep his internal temperature from skyrocketing.

“Yeah, I ate there with Rupert and Dave on my birthday,” Charles said.

“Was there a murder there? A homicide? That guy with the glass eye at the counter was always a bit suspicious,” Ellie said.

NO MURDERS, NO HOMICIDE, NOTHING LIKE THAT, Henry told them, IT WAS ACTUALLY THEFT.

“Oh no. That’s a family business too…” Ellie said, cringing a little. Charles nodded his head in agreement as Ellie placed her hands on the table, a determined look in her eyes.

“Well, how much money was stolen?”

NO MONEY. A PIZZA RECIPE. Charles smirked and put his head down as Ellie’s eyes went blank.

“What.”

A PIZZA RECIPE WAS STOLEN. THE POLICE DIDN’T WANT TO HELP THEM, SO THEY TURNED TO US, Henry said, cringing a little, SORRY IT’S NOT A LITTLE MORE HARD HITTING, BUT MAYBE ONCE WE GET TO THE SCENE, IT MIGHT BE INTERESTING?

“Ah, geez. And here I was hoping it was gonna be like the last case we worked. Wasn’t that fun, Charles?” Ellie said.

“Yeah, until you guys got mad at me for crashing the car,” Charles said, “I was acting on instinct! And I had to protect you guys!”

I’M PRETTY SURE SOMETHING MORE SUBSTANTIAL WILL COME UP SOON. AND DESPITE EVERYTHING, THE TOPPATS HAVE BEEN SURPRISINGLY QUIET. EITHER THEY’RE ROBBING DIFFERENT AREAS WITHOUT OUR KNOWLEDGE OR THEY’RE JUST AS BORED AS US. WHO KNOWS, Henry said.

“What about you-know-what?” Charles said. Henry gazed at Charles before he shrugged.

CAN’T SAY, Henry said, I DON’T PAY ATTENTION TO THE TOPPATS.

“You seem to, though,” Ellie said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“S-sorry! I just-” Charles tried to come up with an argument as Ellie giggled a little.

“I’m messing with you, Charlie,” Ellie said, lightly punching his arms, “You can be a little concerned about them considering that one of your little friends is a Toppat as well. Just don’t let that friendship get in the way of business, alright?”

“R-right…” Charles said.

HE NEVER DOES. HE FIGHTS AMELIA JUST AS HARD AS HE DID WHEN HE WAS IN THE GOVERNMENT FORCES, Henry said. Charles nodded his head as Henry continued the meeting. It all boiled down going to the scene of the crime and seeing what they could find out and if there were any clues that indicated who might have done it.

After this, the three of them set out to the restaurant to do some questioning and hopefully find some clues. As they approached the restaurant however, they couldn’t help but notice the police vehicle and exchanged worried glances. They tried not to think anything of it as they entered the restaurant and saw two police officers talking to the cashier. The owner was standing behind him, looking at the officers with a bit of malice as he looked up, his face lighting up.

“The Triple Threat! You guys are here!” The owner ran up to the group, planting a kiss on Henry, Ellie, and Charles, who giggled as he waved his hands at him.

“I have a boyfriend!” Charles said loudly as Ellie giggled.

“That’s just how people from Northwest Stickopolis greet each other, Charles,” Ellie said.

“O-oh…” Charles said as the owner let out a hearty laugh.

“Oy!” The group looked up to see the officers waving at them. One of them had a bit of a mean look in their eyes as Henry rolled his eyes.

“Stickmin. It’s been a while!” one officer said, strolling up to him.

“Johnny? Is that you?” Charles asked.

“Huh, well, if it isn’t the ‘helicopter pilot,’” Johnny said smuggly, “Gonna take this case from me, too?”

“From what Henry told me, you guys didn’t give much a damn helping Mr. Bianchi,” Charles said.

��Well, that’s before we found out the lead may be worth following,” the other police officer piped up, “Something called ‘Project SAI?’”

“Monty! Shush!” Johnny hissed as Charles gasped, looking to Ellie and Henry, who nodded their heads.

“Yeah, we definitely want this case now. This concerns us way more than it concerns you guys,” Ellie said, “And I remember correctly, in the event that an officer of the law declares that a case is cold, they may no longer pursue it! It’s the law!”

“Right, but there’s also a sub clause that states that in an emergency, an officer may take over a case if they so wish! And I think this is as big of an emergency as it can get!” Johnny said.

“Um, Johnny we don’t exactly permission to-”

“Shut up, Monty!” Johnny shouted as Ellie smirked.

“Well, you blue bastard: where are your papers? The warrants and such?” Johnny let out a small growl as he looked to the group, to Mr. Bianchi, than back at Monty, who only sheepishly waved.

“I can convince the captain that this was an emergency situation. Until than, you can’t do anything with this case at all!” Johnny shouted as he angrily pushed the door open, causing the bell above to jingle violently as he stormed towards his car. Monty smiled, waving as he dashed towards the car, getting in as it drove off onto the street, sirens blaring as Ellie sighed.

“Mr. Bianchi, after everything you’ve been through, are you sure you want them to take the case?” Ellie asked.

“I asked for Stickmin and friends. I’ll get help from Stickmin and friends,” Mr. Bianchi said, “Including his nice friend here who has a boyfriend!”

“I’m Charles!” Charles said, bouncing in place a bit as Ellie waved at him to calm down.

“Can you tell us anything about what happened?” Ellie said.

“It would be better if I showed you,” Mr. Bianchi said, motioning for the three to follow him to the back. The group filed behind the counter as the cashier followed closely. Charles turned his head towards him, smiling gently at him as the cashier only stared back blankly, his one good eye almost as glassy as his fake one.

The group entered the office and peered inside. While everything else was in tact, a small safe was practically torn apart, bits and pieces of paper scattered everywhere as Mr. Bianchi shook his head, trying not to sob at the scene.

“This was a recipe that was passed down from generation to generation in my family. The Bianchi’s pride and joy. Now everything from the recipe for the sauce to the way the cheese is spread is gone! All gone…” Mr. Bianchi said.

“Geez, what would androids want with a pizza recipe?” Ellie muttered as she knelt down to look at the damage.

“Androids?” Mr. Bianchi said, eyeing Henry and Charles worriedly.

“Uh… it’s kind of complicated. But just know that because of that it kinda interests us,” Ellie said, standing up, “Can you give us security footage of the night of the robbery? Maybe there’s something there that we can use…”

“Of course…” Mr. Bianchi said, “I don’t know if it will be helpful however…”

“What do you mean?” Ellie asked.

“The security feed was cut off.” The three of them jumped as the cashier spoke up for the first time in a while.

“The security feed was cut off before the robbery. No one knows how it happened…” he spoke.

“Romeo, please, for the love of the greater ones, let us know when you’re about to speak!” Mr. Bianchi shouted.

“Sorry Mr. Bianchi,” Romeo said.

I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK TO MY FRIENDS ALONE IF THAT’S OK, Henry signed at Ellie as Ellie translated for the two of them. Mr. Bianchi left with Romeo, who eyed Charles suspiciously before they huddled up.

“I shouldn’t have mentioned androids. If Mr. Bianchi knew you were one after I had mentioned that, who knows what kind of accusations would be flying…” Ellie said.

“It’s fine. And of course, it’s not unusual for people not to know about Project SAI. Before it was supposed go public, it was the government’s best kept secret,” Charles said.

AND THAN ALL THOSE CRIMINAL GROUPS FOUND OUT ABOUT IT, Henry signed as Charles rolled his eyes.

“I’ll take a look at the camera. You guys tell me if find anything substantial.” Charles pulled a couple of wires out of his pocket and started to hook himself up to the camera. Meanwhile, Henry took out a magnifying glass and started to scan the area around the safe while Ellie looked around the office a bit more.

“Hmm…” Charles said, “Wow, Mr. Bianchi was right, the security footage just cuts out. It’s almost as if someone went in and just cut the footage before the robbery started.”

“The camera isn’t damaged which means they might have used a sonic pulse…” Ellie said.

“No, that wouldn’t have worked. The lights wouldn’t be working. Maybe another android came in and took the recipe? But like you said, what would androids want with a pizza recipe?” Charles said, putting his hand on his chin.

“Hey, guys!” Henry called out. Charles unhooked himself from the security camera as the two of them walked over to where Henry was. He pulled out what looked to be a soft tuft of hair.

“Hair?” Ellie said, “What’s that doing here?”

“Whoa,” Charles said, already scanning it, “That hair is artificial. Not like my hair, but it’s a different kind of hair.”

“Your hair feels very real,” Ellie said, ruffling it a bit, “But that hair is definitely fake.”

“Hmm…” Henry hummed a bit, MAYBE IT WASN’T ANDROIDS, BUT WHO WAS IT?

“Who knows… the vents are clear, so they must have come in through the front door. Picked the lock of the front door, than the office…” Ellie said, “The locks on this building aren’t very good, because the building is so old, so it’s not surprising they managed to make off with the recipe without having to go through any unconventional methods.”

THAT’S HOW I’D GO ABOUT IT, Henry said, THEIR ONLY OBSTACLE WAS THIS SAFE. IT’S VERY STATE OF THE ART, BUT THEY MANAGED TO GET THROUGH IT ANYWAY.

“So now what?” Ellie asked.

LET’S SEE IF THERE’S ANYONE WHO WOULD WANT TO PUT MR. BIANCHI OUT OF BUSINESS, Henry said, CHARLES KEEP CHECKING THE SECURITY FOOTAGE AND SEE IF THERE’S ANYTHING ELSE YOU CAN FIND

“Right,” Charles said, saluting Henry as Charles hooked himself back up to the security camera and started to go through the feed again.

“Little android…” Charles flinched as he turned around and saw Romeo at the doorway.

“Hello there…” Charles muttered as Romeo entered the room.

“No need to disconnect yourself. I knew you were an android from the moment I saw you,” Romeo said, “I had some involvement in Project SAI as well.”

“Is that why the police were bothering you?” Charles asked.

“I worked in the CCC division of Project SAI. I can’t remember much else though, they wiped my memories after I was… after I quit,” Romeo said, rubbing his head, “But I do remember the androids.”

“Why do you think the androids would want a pizza recipe?” Charles said.

“It’s simple. You know the new pizza place that just opened a month ago?” Romeo said.

“Pizza-PALOOZA?”

“Yes, that one. I have a feeling it’s suspicious for one reason only, but… I can’t seem to put my finger on it. Something like it existed before but every time I try to remember, my head starts to hurt a little,” Romeo said.

“I’m sorry,” Charles said, “I’ll tell Ellie and Henry about this, OK? Maybe we can investigate the place… as long as I don’t have to talk to those animatronics…”

“The animatronics are one danger. I dread to think what else might be lurking there,” Romeo said. Charles nodded his head as he disconnected himself from the wires and headed back out as Mr. Bianchi shook his head, saying that he couldn’t think of anyone in their right mind who might employ androids to steal his pizza recipe.

“Well, if you can think of anyone, let us know. We’re gonna see if we can ask around. There has to be at least a few witnesses to this crime,” Ellie said as Henry motioned for Charles to follow them.

“Bye Mr. Bianchi!” Charles called out as they headed out the door.

- - - - -

Charles had managed to relay the information he had gotten from Romeo to Henry and Ellie, but they didn’t seem to be convinced.

“Charles, I don’t know about you, but a kid’s restaurant going out of their way to steal a pizza recipe is kinda lame, don’t you think?” Ellie said.

“Guys, think about what I said before; no one else knew about Project SAI at all. The government kept it under lock and key. Ever after the government forces raided the complex, they still kept everything under lock and key. Why would any other normal person outside of maybe us and a few people know about Project SAI?” Charles asked.

“That’s a fair point. Than we’ll need to find a way to infiltrate Pizza-PALOOZA,” Ellie said, “If we can sneak in there and-”

OR WE COULD JUST WALK IN LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE DO, Henry signed at Ellie.

“Ah, but that doesn’t sound fun,” Ellie said, “And besides, even if we could sneak in, we need a kid. It’s a kid’s place, remember?” Henry nodded his head, turning to Charles.

“Hey, I’m eight years old, but I don’t look it,” Charles said.

“Well, there’s that plan out the window. Maybe we can borrow a kid. Henry, do you have any cousins?” Ellie asked. Henry tipped his head to the side as Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Never mind. Charles, do you think-”

“I don’t think we should be putting a kid in danger just because we need to get into a pizza place,” Charles said.

“That’s… another good point,” Ellie said, “Charles… maybe you could-”

“I’M NOT ASKING RUPERT TO DRESS UP LIKE A CHILD!” Charles shouted, “Besides, he’s busy right now. He’s actually trying to go for captain, remember?”

“Oh, right, that…” The three of them stared at the wall, trying to come up with a solution as Charles sighed, turning on his message app to message Amelia.

GlitterToppatGirl: I’m in the middle of something

xXBold_Action_ManXx: I’m in the middle of something too. And I hate it. How’s the search for your papa going? OK, I can see you’re still typing, just remember: breathe.

GlitterToppatGirl: It’s going awful! There’s no leads anywhere! It’s like he vanished into thin air. I’m afraid dad’s gonna have another panic attack because of all this and it’s driving me crazy! I don’t know what to do if things don’t work out STOP THAT Anyway, how’s work going for you?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: We’re looking for a stolen pizza recipe.

GlitterToppatGirl: Fun.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: It might have been stolen by androids.

GlitterToppatGirl: What.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yeah, I know…

“Charles, what are you doing?” Ellie asked.

“Talking to Amelia,” Charles said bluntly as Ellie chuckled.

“Tell her we need a child. Toppat children are tough right?” Ellie joked as Charles rolled his eyes.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: We were going to investigate Pizza-PALOOZA to follow a lead concerning it, but we don’t want to draw too much attention, so we were going to go in like a normal person would. But we need a child since it’s like… a kid’s place.

GlitterToppatGirl: Can you wait until tomorrow?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Why?

GlitterToppatGirl: I I kinda look like a kid Maybe I could take a crack at helping you guys out…

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Don’t you have to look for your papa though?

GlitterToppatGirl: I’d rather not have to think about it right now. Besides, the clan can take care of that. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: OK, as long as you’re OK with it. I’ll let the others know that you’re on board with helping us out. Thank you by the way.

GlitterToppatGirl: You’re welcome And don’t worry it’s not a trap, I promise.

Charles rose up as he looked at Ellie and Henry, who were looking at him hopefully.

“If you guys wanna wait until tomorrow to do this, Amelia has a plan,” Charles said. Henry and Ellie exchanged glances, a little concerned, but still curious.

- - - - -

Amelia adjusted the baseball cap on her head, taking a look at herself in the mirror as she sighed, trying not to think about how dumb she looked. While she could pull of the childish style quite well, she didn’t know if this was convincing enough. The other girls had taken the liberty of going at her with a bit of make up so she would at least look decent and even Carol seemed to have gotten over her grudge with her long enough to do her hair up in messy looking braided pigtails.

So here she was, wearing a shirt that looked a little too loud for her and a skirt with dozens of little sparkles on it, combined with some torn leggings and a pair of mismatched socks. She looked more like she didn’t know how to dress than a person who was twelve years old. She even had to bind herself a little just so her breasts wouldn’t give away the fact that she was a lot more mature than she was supposed to be.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” She jumped as she saw her dad hovering at the door, a very worried look on his face as she grimaced.

“I mean, if we want them to not do anything or even better, join us in the future, this is one of the few steps we have to take,” Amelia said, “Plus, it’s not like I’m leaving forever. It’s just an undercover mission, you know.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt. Or, if Project SAI is involved, worse,” Reginald said, reaching over to pat her shoulder, “I know you can take of yourself, but do you know how worried I get whenever you go out and do things like this?”

“I do. You tell me every time,” Amelia said, “But I’m still glad that you care.” She kissed him on the cheek as he smiled at her, kissing her on top of the head.

“Come back safe. And if something goes wrong, message me and let me know. Please,” Reginald said, the insistence in his voice apparent. Amelia nodded her head as she pulled on her backpack and waved at him. She headed over to the elevator, riding it up and finally walking through the front doors of the manor, where Jacob was waiting for her with the car. Reginald watched from the porch as Amelia got into the car and drove away, a sick feeling in his stomach.

“Please oh greater ones, please let her come back safe…” Reginald said, putting his hands together.

- - - - -

Charles, Ellie, and Henry held their breath as a car pulled up to them, Amelia coming out and waving to the driver before the car sped off.

“Geez, that was weird,” Amelia muttered before turning to the Triple Threat group.

“You kinda do look like a kid now,” Ellie said.

“Mhm…” Henry hummed as Charles giggled.

“Well, you guys never formally met her, but this is Amelia Copperbottom,” Charles said, gesturing to Amelia as she waved.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Nyeh, geez… I just sounded like my dad there…” Amelia said softly.

“You kinda made a noise like him too,” Charles teased as her inseams steamed up a bit, her eyes glowing a vibrant green.

“Alright, kids, let’s get going. I wanna get this over with so I can take a shower,” Ellie said.

“You just took a shower,” Charles complained as they headed into the restaurant.

“I’m gonna need another one after this…” Ellie muttered. Henry opened the door and immediately the smell of pizza and sweat hit Ellie and Henry’s noses, causing them to retch a little as the androids exchanged confused glances. The four of them approached the clerk at the counter, who was all smiles.

“Good afternoon, pizza heads! My name is Daffodil and I’m so super duper extra uber happy that you’re here!” she exclaimed, “How can I help make your visit super extra fun?”

“You can start by making me forget I’m here,” Ellie said.

“I’m sorry, but we’re not allowed any alcoholic beverages on the premises!” Daffodil said in an excited voice, “I can’t help but notice- OH! Never mind, I see the young lady behind you is… uh…”

“Twelve,” Amelia coughed, trying to look the part, “I’m uh… twelve years old.”

“And a little shy!” Charles said, putting his hand on her shoulder, “We’re actually helping out a friend of ours by taking care of her while they’re out of town!”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Ellie said blankly as Daffodil smiled. The look in her eyes said otherwise, as she tried to be gentle about the situation.

“Well, I’m not sure if I can-” she was suddenly interrupted by the phone ringing as she gasped, her cheery facade gone as she answered it.

“Hello? Uh… are you sure? Mhm… OK…” She hung up, taking a deep breath before she smiled once again.

“Alright, I just need to stamp your wrists so you can be let in and than just follow the blue path to FUN FUN FUN! Or if you wanna chow down first, the pizzeria is down the red path over there!” Daffodil than stamped the four’s wrist with a special stamp before the four of them headed down to the pizzeria.

“Alright, now that we’re away from her…” Ellie said, rubbing her temples, “Charles, you get along with Amelia a little better. How about you work with her and see if you can find anything out in the arcade?”

“Yeah, sure,” Amelia said.

WE’LL STAY HERE AND ORDER A PIZZA, Henry said.

“Oh you guys just wanna make us do all the work, what the heck!?” Charles shouted.

“There’s a reason, dumbass! We’re gonna investigate the kitchens and see if there’s anything off there,” Ellie said.

“Well, whatever. Just save us some pizza,” Amelia muttered, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder as she motioned for Charles to follow her to the arcade area. The two of them walked past Daffodil, trying to look inconspicuous as they approached the arcade area. The sound of arcade games and the sight of bright flashing lights greeted them as kids ran around, screaming at the top of their lungs.

There was one area with a bunch of classic stand up arcade machines, some of which were being hoarded by older kids who were in a zone of concentration that rivaled most chess champions. A couple of kids were playing some of the ticket games; one was desperately clinging to one as they cried out, asking their mom for one more round so they could win a cheap looking plushie at the counter. Another was rattling one like a maniac, in a poor attempt to get more tickets from the machine.

The androids exchanged glances as they scanned the area, trying to look for something that was out of place.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: I’m glad I’m not like half of these eight year olds. Some of them are super rude and bossy looking…

GlitterToppatGirl: I can only hope we don’t actually act like actual eight year olds…

Charles grimaced as they looked around the arcade area some more, looking for any inconsistencies within the place. They also tried to blend in as much as possible by playing some arcade games, but in the end, they couldn’t really find much.

“This is stupid. We should be the ones eating pizza,” Charles grumbled as Amelia beat him in a basketball toss game. Amelia giggled as she took a couple of the tickets, admiring them a bit.

“You’re just mad that you lost. But I do get a funny feeling from this place. Something’s not right about it…” Amelia said.

“What do you mean?” Charles asked.

“Well, a lot of kids here are kind of unsupervised. Where are their parents?” Amelia said.

“Probably in the pizzeria, wishing they did sell alcoholic beverages,” Charles said.

“Hmm… I don’t know. Can you ask Henry and Ellie what the situation’s like over in the pizzeria?” Amelia said, “I’m gonna see if I can get a head count of the children here.” Charles nodded his head as he sat down against one of the arcade machines and began to message Ellie and Henry.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: How’s the situation on your end of things?

RoseyRose: Still waiting for our pizza.

N00BSLAYER2006: What about you guys? 🤨

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Nothing yet. Amelia’s counting all the kids. I guess she’s trying to figure out something, but I can’t place my finger on what

RoseyRose: There’s some adults in here. Some of them are eating with their kids, but some look like they’ve lost all hope

N00BSLAYER2006: Maybe because they’ve lost their kids in the ball pits LOL 🤣

xXBold_Action_ManXx: That can happen?

N00BSLAYER2006: Yeah, it happened to me once when I went to Chester Cheesy’s. Mom was not happy about that… 😄

xXBold_Action_ManXx: You know you keep mentioning your mom and I’ve never really Seen? Her? Are you adopted Henry?

Before Henry could type his answer, Charles got a tap on his shoulder from one of the kids.

“What are you doing?” the child asked.

“Uh… playing super spy! It’s a very complicated game, so I can’t exactly go into the details,” Charles said.

“OK. How- why- how come your eyes glow in the dark?” the kid asked.

“Ah… I have special contact lenses of course!” Charles said, “Uh, actually it’s because-”

“CHARLES!” Amelia shouted, stomping over to him and landing squarely in front of him, causing him and the kid to jump.

“It’s OK, this is my uh, cousin Amelia. Amelia, this is uh-”

“Trevor… my name is Trevor…” Trevor said, shaking a bit, “Ah, Amelia your eyes, you- you have the same lenses as him! Except they’re blue!”

“Lenses? You didn’t tell him we’re you know what, did you?” Amelia asked, eyeing Charles suspiciously as he shook his head.

“Kid you should run off to your mom, OK?” Amelia said, “Me and my cousin are kinda busy.”

“Um… I don’t got a mom…” Trevor said.

“Huh?” Amelia said, tipping her head to the side, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…”

“Who did you come here with than?” Charles asked. Trevor got a funny look on his face as he scampered off.

“That was a weird exchange,” Amelia muttered, peering across the room, “Wait a minute… I recognize that kid. That’s one of the Toppat kids from before we got arrested.”

“Hm?” Charles peered over and saw a kid with a couple of scars on his face, messy brown hair going over his forehead as he concentrated on one of the ticket games, his hazel eyes practically glowing golden as he smiled to himself.

“I thought the Wall carted all the Toppat kids to a juvenile detention center near Stickholm. How did he get here?” Charles asked.

“Maybe he’s looking for the clan,” Amelia said, “I’m gonna go talk to him. You, uh, go look in the ball pit.”

“Why do I have to look in the ball pit?” Charles hissed at her.

“Because you wouldn’t subject a lady like me to such a fate,” Amelia said as she walked towards the kid.

“Meh meh meh meh meh…” Charles muttered as he rolled his eyes, heading towards the play place. Amelia tapped the kid on the shoulder, causing him to jump. He looked at Amelia, squinting at her as he gasped.

“Amelia? Is that you?” he said.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Amelia said, “I’m on a… mission, I guess you could say?”

“Mission? Like a government mission? Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft…” he chuckled as Amelia rolled her eyes.

“Not likely, Ace. I’m just doing to some positive PR for the Toppats. Now that they’re near broke,” Amelia said as Ace tipped his head to the side.

“I’m surprised their still around. All the kids in juvie were going on about how the Toppats were a lost cause. I’m glad I managed to escape though,” Ace said.

“I know. I have a ride nearby if you wanna take it,” Amelia said, “There’s not a whole lot of kids left after the whole ‘mass arrest’ thing, so we could always use some more recruits. Not sure if dad will be happy to see you though…” Ace sighed as he shook his head.

“That’s part of why I’ve been hesitant on going back,” Ace muttered, “But if you do have a ride, I’ll take it.”

“I’ll contact Jacob right now and he’ll take you to the new manor. From there you can clean yourself up and get yourself right back into the clan,” Amelia said, already accessing her messenger.

“AMELIA!!” Amelia whipped her head around to see Charles pointing at the play place, a sort of panicked look in his eyes as Amelia sighed.

“Who’s that? He’s wearing one of those military bomber jackets… are you working with the government now?” Ace said.

“No, he’s not a part of the government anymore. But he’s also annoying. I’ll let Jacob know you’re waiting for him,” Amelia said as she headed towards Charles, “I’ll see you back at the manor!”

Charles guided her towards the ball pit, which already had a couple of kids in it. Two kids were throwing balls at each other while another kid snaked through the pit like a crocodile. Charles guided Amelia over to a secluded section, where he pointed down at the ground.

“What’s so important about this area?” Amelia said as she started to bury herself, trying not to think too hard about what had happened before she came in here.

“Use your x-ray vision and look down…” Charles said softly as Amelia nodded her head, burying her head into under the plastic balls and activating her x-ray vision. She gasped as she saw what looked to be the inside of an elevator. There were a couple of tunnels, along with some bigger rooms. She wasn’t surprised that there were a couple of tunnels under here, but to see they were being used.

She saw a couple of shadows under the ground, including a very familiar looking one.

“Charles! My dad is under there!” Amelia hissed.

“Didn’t you say you left your dad at the other manor?”

“No, not him! The other dad! The Right Hand Man!” Amelia started to dig further under the ball pit as she saw a hatch.

“Oh no… Charles we’re going to have to go under,” Amelia said, “We should warn the others.”

“Yeah. Should we ask them come along?” Charles asked. Amelia shook her head.

“It’ll be safer if we go. If this is what I think it is… I don’t want them to get hurt. Or worse,” Amelia said, “Just let them know we’re going under the ball pit and if we’re not out in thirty minutes, to come looking for us… in fact…” Amelia activated her messenger as Charles did the same.

GlitterToppatGirl: Dad?

ToppatKingReg: Amelia? What’s wrong? Do you need me to come pick you up?

GlitterToppatGirl: No, no, I just need you to know that if I don��t contact you again within the next hour… The safe house has been breached and you need to make sure it’s still standing.

ToppatKingReg: Understood. Please be careful.

Amelia nodded her head as Charles started to pry the hatch open.

“I told the others that if we’re not out within thirty minutes to come looking for us. They’re investigating the kitchens right now…” Charles said, “I don’t know how they got back there, but I’m not about to question it…”

“That’s just how Henry is from what I’ve heard…” Amelia said, as she carefully slipped the hatch. Charles followed her closely, making sure no one was looking before closing the hatch behind him. They both looked around as Amelia looked to the buttons. There was only an up and a down button.

“I’m guessing up brings us up above the ball pit. So down it is…” Amelia said, pushing the down button. There was a bit of a heavy silence that crept over the elevator as it descended down into where ever they were going. It came to a halt as the elevator door opened, a couple of plastic balls making their way out as Charles kicked them from the elevator. Amelia looked around as she eyed the banner above her and gasped.

“Charles… look…” Amelia said. Charles looked up to see a familiar logo.

“That’s the Project SAI logo…” Charles whispered, “What’s Project SAI doing under a pizza restaurant?”

“I think I know… but the answer disturbs me. You know Trevor? He was an orphan! He probably came here with his orphanage because if you remember what ALAN said about how AIs like us are made..."

“It’s the only way to get malleable minds after all.” The two of them gasped as they turned to see Adam, smiling at them mischievously.

“YO!” Adam said, chuckling to himself, “I see you’ve found your way here, Unit CC and Unit AM!”

“I don’t go by that name anymore. I’m Amelia now,” Amelia said.

“And I’m Charles. And I don’t know you,” Charles said.

“I don’t exactly blame you. After all, the CCC took great care to erase your memories. I don’t understand why they have so damn secretive, but oh well. It’s not like they’re working with us now. We don’t need them anyway,” Adam said.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to give too much information away, Adam,” they heard a familiar voice pipe up. Charles felt every part of his body grow cold as he looked to see Theodore stepping out from the shadows.

“Theodore? You’re alive?!” Charles shouted.

“As alive as I can be in a mechanical body,” Theodore said, opening and closing his hands, “Though I think I’d rather this fate than the fate of those former robots rotting at that warehouse on Grave Road.” Charles shuddered a bit as Adam tipped his head to the side.

“Anyway, you two are technically trespassing. But we’ll give you a pass if you do something for us,” Adam said.

“And what is that?” Amelia asked, already dreading it.

“You can join us, of course!”

“NO WAY!” Charles shouted, “There’s no way we’re going to join you guys! Project SAI was a huge mistake! Especially after everything we’ve found out!”

“Everything?” Theodore said curiously, but Adam waved at him to shush him.

“Aw come on, everyone needs an android helper and of course, we need fresh AIs. You know how AIs are truly born, it takes forever!” Adam said.

“And you know that for a fact how immoral this is! Not only that but selling to criminal organizations as well? It’s sickening!” Amelia said.

“How hypocritical of you, Amelia,” Adam said, “After all, aren’t you a Toppat now?” Amelia felt her skin prick up as she gave Adam a cold stare.

“The Toppat’s aren’t like other criminal organizations I’ve seen. Some of them are savage and treat people like garbage. We may have had one or two moments where we’ve been a little… cold and inhumane, but that doesn’t mean we don’t present ourselves with a decorum that should be expected of all criminal groups,” Amelia said, “More importantly, how did you know that I was a Toppat?”

“We’ve been keeping tabs on the both of you for about three years now,” Adam said, “Amelia, after Project SAI you ended up joining the Toppat Clan as a secret weapon and Charles ended up being liberated by the government forces and joining them as well as a government agent. Ah, I’m sorry… former government agent…” Charles gazed downwards, a bit guilty and forlorn as Adam mentioned the last part.

“I don’t think that matters. A criminal organization is going to use those androids against innocent civilians! The people we’re trying to protect! That’s why we were built, that’s our directive!” Amelia shouted.

“Who said that we wouldn’t be protecting the people who employed us?” Adam said, “And besides, think of how many people you’ve directly hurt by doing your little heists.”

“Nothing that can be solved in a weeks worth of sales for some…” Amelia muttered as Charles grimaced.

“And what about you Charles? Surely you know the government isn’t innocent when it comes to the whole ‘innocent civilians getting hurt’ case?” Adam sneered.

“If I hurt anyone indirectly, than it was purely by accident. And even than, I was never out in the action, I was always in my helicopter,” Charles said, “I have to admit, if you’re trying to convince me that I’m a bad android or whatever, you’re doing a pretty bad job.”

“You know, if you’re just gonna sit here and act like us joining an organization we want no part of is a good thing, I think we have every right to leave,” Amelia said, “C’mon Charles, let’s take this elevator back up so we can tell Ellie and Henry what’s going on!” She suddenly jumped as Theodore practically sped in front of her, his arms turning into electric tasers. Charles backed away slowly, trying to protect Amelia as Adam suddenly shocked him from behind.

“CHARLES!” Amelia shouted before she was suddenly shocked as well.

“Yeah, you two aren’t going anywhere…” Adam said as they shut down.

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I'm not going to request it now because requests are closed, but that Savanaclaw petting scenario was really cute and like,, Octavinelle petting and examining them

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A/N: If you can pinpoint the exact moment I started to slowly doubt my writing ability and how to write these characters, I will give you, the reader, 100 points. Cause man this was rough to write when you have writer's block q wq But anyways, this was when my requests were closed BUT I WANTED TO COME THROUGH WITH IT! I would like to dedicate it to @kirayamidemon since I read their comic and it was...excellent.

But in other news, I found out that eels like to be petted!

Warnings: Eel petting, Octopus petting and all three Octavinelle members feeling a certain way when you finally give them those pats.

[Floyd-Senpai: Shrimpy~! Meet us in the mirror room tonight! Azul says he wants to give you something!] 

Your eyes look down at your phone before pocketing it back into your jacket, taking another sip of the Coral Pink drink Floyd had made for you before you left Monstro Lounge as you reminisce back on the day you just had. 

Today has been probably the most successful day the Monstro Lounge has had in a while. You had offered up the idea to Azul while you two walked to the cafeteria, mentioning touching a manta ray once and how you didn’t expect them to be so slimy. He had looked at you curiously and asked if you had just been a curious child when you were growing up, but you told him that you used to go to a lot of aquariums and how you would go straight to the petting exhibit. 

And the moment you said petting exhibit, Azul already had cashed the idea in. 

Aquariums had been placed elegantly among the tables of Monstro Lounge tonight. The smaller aquariums on the tables were closed lid, giving the customers a chance to enjoy the little ecosystems Jade had personally made for the creatures Azul had brought in while partaking in their drinks and meals. It made for a killer Magicam picture and Azul had predicted with Vil’s and Cater’s attendance the hashtag #MonstroLoungeExperience would be trending by the time they reached the dinner rush.

It trended faster than they thought. 

Most foot traffic, however, came from the piece de resistance. 

In the middle of the Lounge, a large aquarium had been placed at foot level where various customers could reach down and pet larger animals such as sting rays, sturgeon fish, starfishes and sea cucumbers. All of them with little placards stating fun facts as well as little sections with a bunch of coral that made for another perfect Magicam photo opportunity. 

It had been an amazing experience and you felt like you had almost grown closer to the three Octavinelle students, which was always an ‘A+’ in your book. 

You were pretty sure you saw Azul smiling from ear to ear by the time they closed and Floyd and Jade looked physically exhausted from having to deal with so many customers. They had been busy from opening to closing with no breaks in between so you figured that they would want to rest. 

So getting a message from Floyd so late at night had been somewhat confusing. 

But you didn’t question it, the fact that Azul wants to give you something making you ever so curious. 

Who knows, maybe if the sea creatures were still around Azul could let you pet them some more? 

Out of everyone you had probably been the most excited for the petting exhibit and you had given him the idea so the possibility of playing more with the starfishes and manta rays pushed you to move faster. 

Finishing the last of your drink and throwing it away in the nearest trash can, you push open the doors to the mirror room with a smile--!  

Only to find nobody. 

“...huh.” 

You look around, not daring to call out either of their names since, technically, you weren’t even supposed to be here. The only thing you could do was take a few steps further, looking around as you try to make some sense of the situation. 

Why wouldn’t they meet you in Octavinelle? The Monstro Lounge was there, as well as all the creatures. Azul’s office was there as well so if he wanted to give you something he could have given it to you there, so why had Floyd asked to meet them in the Mirror room? You look around for a moment before frowning as the realization set in. 

It was a prank. 

“Dammit.” 

Of course. Why would Floyd even act this nice towards you if it wasn’t to lull you into a false sense of security? The table you had sat in today had a beautiful aquarium with a bunch of little shrimps floating around and the mereel, more than once, had opened the lid and stuck his hand inside to grab one of the shrimps and hang it over his open mouth. 

You thought he was just acting this way because he was stressed from working so much but he probably had just done it to tease you! With a huff, you pull out your phone and open up his contact number to give him a piece of your mind--! 

“Aha! Shrimpy is here!” 

Only to gag as the back of your jacket is grabbed by a slimy aquamarine hand, pulling you into the nearest mirror and leaving nothing but your phone laying on the ground. 

Floyd’s hands pull you into a hug the moment you are pulled into the water, laughing as he sees you thrashing around and pulling at the arms keeping you pressed close to him. 

“Ahhhh! Shrimpy stop moving!” 

The mereel squeezes you tight, smiling as he looks down at the moment you realize who is holding you and what you are able to do. 

He grins and wraps his tail around you, the fins brushing your fingertips as the shock slowly starts to die down and the curiosity starts to set in. Floyd’s eyes shine brighter under the sea, your hand going to your chest as you expected to drown immediately but finding it simple to breathe in and out. 

“What--?!”

“Finally!” 

“There we go~ Breathe in--”

You take a deep breath. 

“And out~” 

Your chest relaxes as Floyd giggles at how wide your eyes have gotten, letting you go with his arms but his tail wrapping around one of your legs and pulling you close to him once again. He smiles when your hands go up to inspect the fins on his ears but stop as if the situation was still highly unreal for you to believe. 

He guessed humans rarely got to see the sea during the night, but he was glad he got to show you this sight. Even if it was Azul’s idea in the first place. 

Looking around, you notice that you had been here before. 

It was the Coral Sea. 

You look back at the mereel as Floyd tilts his head at your confusion, smiling as he sees the shining in your eyes get brighter when you notice that the veins in his arms and the ones going up his neck are all shining in the moonlit water. 

“Floyd…” 

Ah. You really looked too cute. Especially when you were looking at him with so much wonder. Maybe he should just take you out further and hide near the corals, somewhere Jade nor Azul would look as he preens under your attention. 

He blinks as you break out of the spell long enough to point a finger at him. 

“You--! Why did you call me to the Mirror room so late! The last thing I need to do is get in trouble with the Headmaster!” 

Floyd frowns, “You didn’t get in trouble! I pulled you when I heard your voice! Why didn’t you call out to me!” 

“Because I couldn’t see tail nor fin of you!”

Both of you stop talking after your dumb joke, looking at each other with surprise before a giggle escapes your lips first, turning into a full blown laugh between you both as he takes your hand and presses it under the fins in his ears. 

“Shrimpy was so mean today. Petting all those creatures and ignoring everything else. It made me want to eat all of them up.” 

You smile and rub right under the juncture where fins meet skin, Floyd shivering as he pulls you closer to him. 

“Eels don’t eat any invertebrates, right? You guys are mostly carnivores.” 

He grins and gives you a small squeeze. You even knew of his diet? Why hadn’t you mentioned you knew some things about sea creatures. If you had, Floyd would have dragged you to the Coral Sea way before this! He smiles as your hands go all the way down to his neck, tracing each vein slowly but not going any further than his clavicle and choosing instead to run your fingers from his shoulder blades all the way to his Adam's apple. 

“Shrimpy is being too shy. Here!” 

You gasp as Floyd grabs your hand and helps you swim over to a pair of rocks, sitting you down on top as the bottom of his tail wrapped around your legs to keep you anchored. He laughs as he practically sits on you, choosing instead to lay the top half of his tail on your lap as you look down at the shiny, swishing fins. 

“Now you can touch as much as you’d like!” 

Floyd was ready to make a joke about how this would a much better petting experience for you but his eyes widen when he sees the wonder in yours, the smile in his face disappearing as he watches your fascination with his fins, running your fingers through his caudal fin and rubbing the edges with your hand. His hands twitch as you run yours up his tail, taking in the slimy but firm feeling before looking up at him and reaching out to cup his face with one hand. 

He presses his cheek against your palm, smiling as you scratch right over his ear fin and almost jumping up from the rock as you start to rub the appendage. 

“Shrimpy wait--” 

Shit, he almost bit his tongue. He could barely look into your curious eyes as his heart sped up, the most sensitive area of his body being played and inspected with being a far too new feeling for him to just laugh it off. 

Floyd bites his bottom lip as his tail squeezes your legs, closing his eyes as he felt several shivers go up his spine. It felt too good--

“Floyd?” 

The mereel slowly comes down from the high as he glares at the intruder, clicking his tongue as he saw who it was. 

A pair of identical eyes to Floyd’s turn in your direction, your hand pulling away from the other as you turned to greet Jade. 

“You certainly took them farther than I thought you would.” 

He chuckles as his brother turns away, clearly not wanting you to see the blush on his cheeks. Nevertheless, his attention immediately goes back to you, swimming over to your side and sitting on the opposite of where Floyd was situated. 

“Did you have any troubles finding us?” 

You shook your head, “Floyd grabbed me and pulled me in before I could leave.” 

Jade nods and looks down at how Floyd had situated himself, a brief pang of jealousy overtaking him as he scoots closer, takes your hand and presses it on his chest. You immediately try to pull back but Jade’s eyes lid as he tugs you in closer, the veins in his chest shining even brighter than Floyd’s as he immediately feels you relax in his touch. 

“Do you know what this is, [Y/N]-san?” 

His eyes take their time to take in all of you as you nod your head, whispering the word ‘bioluminescence’ as Jade licks his lips. 

How strange was it to see you so focused. Jade had taken his time during the lull of the Monstro Lounge hours to watch you near the petting tank, your fingers running over the manta rays and tapping at the carapaces of the horseshoe crabs. And like his brother he did feel a certain sort of jealousy for those creatures, but he also saw an opportunity. 

An opportunity to get your guard down. 

His eyes look over at Floyd, the other pouting as your fingers start to trace Jade’s chest all by themselves.

“Uhm--” 

Jade’s attention goes back to you, “Yes?” 

“I didn’t think that moray eels had bioluminescence.” 

He smiles and takes your hand again, guiding it from the middle of his chest all the way to his cheek making sure that your fingers feel the light travel in his veins as you start to wriggle out of Floyd’s hold and into Jade’s. 

“Our kind is a mixture of many eels types. While our exterior is that of a moray eel, our interior is also made up of certain eels that use this feature as a way to communicate with other animals, warn predators…” 

The mereel decides to keep the ‘lure prey’ part out of his explanation. 

Jade’s eyes immediately went to Floyd’s as the other was about to speak up, glaring at him to keep his mouth quiet for he had his turn. His eyes soften when they go back to you, your eyes still taking in all of the small trails of light decorating Jade’s body as your hands trace against the caudal fins on his arms. 

They were rougher than the ones near their ears…

Slowly, your hands go to the fins on the side of Jade’s face, the mereel tensing up but keeping his eyes on you as you start to tug and rub at the appendages. 

“[Y/N]-san…” 

His nails scratch against the rocks as he feels your fingers trace every line they can find, his fins giving a little twitch as you push them back only to watch them slowly move back to their original spot. You had no idea what you were making him feel, what you probably made Floyd feel. 

And if his dear brother wanted to keep it a secret, then he would keep his mouth shut as well. 

Having someone touch them so freely, especially that area, was an act reserved for mates only. Even during courtship this was prohibited and if any other merperson happened to swim by it would be as if they just tumbled into the merman equivalent of someone shoving their fingers in between someone else’s legs. 

But your curiosity was so endearing and Jade just couldn’t find it in himself to pull you away. In fact, that look of yours full of innocence and naivety was so cute that if he let his instincts run wild you would find yourself being dragged to the Leech's home--

“What--you two!” 

His reason kicks back in as Jade smiles and turns to look at the new visitor. 

The octomer’s face is bright red as he locks eyes with you, your hands letting go of Jade’s fins as he smiles and waves at Azul. 

“I’m glad you decided to join us, Azul.”

He wants to say something about what the hell he just saw but he decides to save it, knowing full well that Jade nor Floyd were going to give him a straight answer. Instead, he decides to address you directly. 

“Inferring from our conversation from early this morning as well as your actions during the Monstro Lounge opening hours, I figured you would like this sort of surprise." 

He clears his throat, sneaking a peek at your face and quickly looking away as he saw your eyes staring straight at him. 

Humans like you are still curious about the different types of merpeople, especially those like Jade and Floyd, so after much consideration I decided--” 

"Azul, you're beautiful." 

Oh no. He bit his tongue. Fuck, fuck, fuck he bit his tongue and now it hurts like a shell clamping down on his hand--why had you gone and say something like that so suddenly?! 

"Excuse me?" 

The spell Jade had you in was completely broken as you pulled out of the brother's hold and swam over to him, stopping when you noticed him backing away. 

Azul stared at you and you stared back at him. 

He couldn't help it. After all the things he had to deal with, it was hard enough for him to even appear in front of you like this. And it wasn't like he was doing it as a showing of any sort of affection towards you, he just didn't want to owe you any favours from the idea you had given him! 

All he had to do was just...reach a tentacle out-- 

"Huh?" 

Azul notices you swimming back a tiny bit, smiling at the tentacle shyly reaching out to you. 

"You can turn back, you know. I don't want you to feel forced to do this." 

You point at him, your eyes still wide with curiosity but keeping your distance. 

"The fact that I get to see you like this is enough." 

Azul can feel his heart skip a beat, tentacles unfurling even more as the need to hide melted away. 

But...he owed you a favor... 

"Honestly. Thank you so much Azul." 

For the Sea Witch's sake, he really couldn't pin you down, could he? 

The octomer swims over, floating right in front of you as one tentacle shyly brushes against your fingertips. They twitch in interest but you do not move, looking up at Azul expectantly. 

You really were too nice for your own good, waiting for someone to give you the okay when he clearly wanted you to at least inspect that part of him. 

"Go...go ahead." 

Your touch is soft, pressing your hands right against his suckers and chuckling at the small noise they made as they attached themselves to your skin. Azul moves in a bit closer as some tentacles start wrapping around your ankles and wrists, his natural instincts taking over as his tentacles wrap around the person he really liked. 

Well not like as in like like but a like he had yet to put a definition to. And it's not like it needed a definition, you certainly weren't asking him what sort of like it was and the thought of what kind of like it really was didn't keep him up at night at all. 

"Oop!" 

Azul almost wants to screech at the tentacle going in between your legs and hoisting you up, offering you a sort of makeshift seat as the other appendages start to press against your neck, leaving behind little sucker marks in their wake. 

This situation was not only testing his boundaries but also his patience. 

"I didn't think they would be so slippery...and so soft!" 

Please don't look so curious about him! It's going to give him wild expectations! 

The tip of a tentacle rubs against your cheek, Azul's face an almost red tomato as he hears you chuckle and push the appendage back but for some reason his tentacles weren't listening to him so the thing only pushed forward even more--

"Ah! No fair!" 

Floyd comes up behind you, wrapping you up in a hug as he points a finger at Azul. 

"No hogging Shrimpy to yourself!" 

Azul swims back in alarm. 

"I wasn't hogging anyone!" 

Jade laughs as he swims right up behind you, a hand on your shoulder as he pulls you back. 

"Azul you might want to look down." 

The octomer blinks only to look down, seeing that one of his tentacles had stubbornly wrapped around your waist. 

"Ahh...ahhhh….!" 

You, Jade and Floyd blink as dark ink fills the water, Azul covering his face and letting you go, swimming to the nearest hole and curling up inside as he strangles one of his tentacles. 

Of all the things to embarrass him it just had  to be himself, huh?! 

"Azul? Wait come back!" 

"Shrimpy tell me I'm beautiful as well~!" 

"Floyd let me go! There's ink everywhere!" 

"Not until you tell me I'm beautiful!" 

"Jade!" 

"Azul is more than okay, I can assure you...although I would also like the same compliment as well, [Y/N]-san." 

The next day, you woke up with a high fever due to swimming all night, a present from all of the Octavinelle students at your doorstep with an apology card neatly placed on top. 

[httpdabi]

Break up

Summary: After having a messed up break up, your best friend Dabi is there to comfort you, and give even more than you asked for.

Word count: 5,2k

Genre: romance, smut, no quirks haha

Warnings: 18+, creampie, public sex, spitting, choking..

,, I fucking hate him’’ you cried loudly, mouth full of ice cream as you talked to your cousin over the phone. At this point you didn’t care of how loud you were, and you didn’t care about the fact that your cousin had a hard time understanding you since you were a crying mess. Sobbing loudly, you ignored the words coming from the other line.

,, That bitch cheated on me with Toga, can you believe that?’’ you sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks as you wrapped yourself with your favorite comfort blanket.

,, The girlie with weird hair ?’’ your cousin asked in shock.

,,YES, the fuck she thinking she’s the fifth element with that hairstyle?’’ you choked out, throwing the empty package across the room, as your cousin giggled because of your remark. She wished she was closer so she could pay you a visit, but sadly miles and miles were separating the two of you.

Sure, the first person you wanted to inform about your breakup was Touya, but you couldn’t force yourself to bother him, knowing he’s probably on work. You knew very well that he would drop everything and come over, saying how he doesn’t feel well or some other shit, and you didn’t want that.

After the call ended, you stood up, ignoring your reflection on the window, knowing very well that you look like shit right now with all the smudged mascara over your face. Tears started rolling down your cheeks even more when you saw that there’s no ice cram anymore. What did you do to deserve such a torture.

Wearing your hoodie, you made your way toward the nearest store, ignoring the people that were giving you weird stares because of your silly Sailor Moon pajama shorts. You couldn’t care less of what anyone thought in that moment.

You went to the store with the intention to buy ice cream, only to end up in the part of it with variant different choices of hairdye. So many ideas were going thru your mind, as you looked all over it. You almost ended up buying the pink dye and some bleach, until you saw scissors hanging beside the bleach.

Grabbing the scissors only, you hurried up to pay everything you chose, rolling your eyes shamelessly as you saw Rumi, the cashier of the fucking day. For some weird reason, you almost hated the muscular bitch. Maybe it was because she never had the exchange to give you back, giving you a pack of gums instead. Maybe it was because of her attitude, always giving you some smart comments, how your skirt is too short, how there are kids here, or even because she always rolled her eyes when she saw you coming in.

,, Looks like someone had a rough day’’ she commented sarcastically, as you gave your best to keep calm and ignore her. After the comment, she shut her mouth and did her job.

,, Sweetie, can you help?’’ she asked, suddenly with a cute tone, when her co-worker asked her to bring him few paper bags that were beside her.

,, No, you are doing great’’ you spat, grabbing all of the items as you hurried out of the store. The fuck would you help her? She’s getting paid for it, not you. Stupid bitch.

Placing the ice cream into the freezer, you immediately made your way to the toilet as you unpacked the scissors almost aggressively. Why would you dye and ruin your hair with bleach, when you could just cut off a bit of your hair, which meant the exact length of his dick.

Your hair was already long, and the fact that his dick wasn’t that big meant that you would only cut few inches. After short calculating, you grabbed the scissors, as you turned some silly tutorial on Youtube. Watching yourself in the mirror, you cried even harder, not because you regretted your decision. It was more because you looked like a lunatic.

After you finished, you immediately washed your face, cleaning all the ruined make up. Sure it didn’t look like a professional person did your hairstyle, but it didn’t look bad either, in fact, you liked it.

Since you weren’t in the mood to do your make up, you only put a bit of face cream over your face, and bit of mascara to make your eyes pop up a bit, before you took few selfies to post on instagram.

You were too lazy to do it, all you wanted to do in the moment was cry some more and eat ice cream you just bought, while watching something on Netflix. But you had to do it, you had to embarrass him as much he embarrassed you.

,, Not gonna miss those 5 inches, Kai.’’

You wrote, laughing ironically at the caption under your selfie. It wasn’t the best selfie you ever took, but at least you didn’t look like you were suffering because of the breakup, and the much shorter hair was visible on it.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

,, What happened?’’

It wasn’t even a minute since you posted your photo on the instagram, and your best friend already messaged you there.

Bitch cheated on me

You replied, sending him a crying selfie, with a spoon in your mouth.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

I’ll be there in 15 mins

A smile crept on your face, as you read his message. You loved him more than anyone or anything else on the whole word. If it was someone else coming over, you would probably force yourself and clean the apartment. But since it was Dabi, you didn’t give a shit.

The moment he arrived, you started bawling your eyes out. Having a face to face conversation with someone, talking about the break up made your feelings awake again. Dabi in other hand tried to make you feel better, bringing you your favorite snacks, and trying to put Kai down.

,, I’ve never had drama, unless it’s with my inner self’’ you cried loudly. ,, And all of sudden, I’m being cheated on.’’ Adding you grabbed the chips from the paper bag and opened it almost aggressively. Touya laughed you out, pointing every drama you’ve been connected to.

,, Stop it, you’re supposed to make me feel better’’ you slapped his arm lightly, as he talked about the drama that happened back in high school, when you got into a huge fight with a girl that called your dog a rat.

Once Touya realized that your mood was only getting worse, he turned some documentary on Netlfix that he started watching few days ago, explaining everything about it to you. You couldn’t help but smile, as you listened to him explaining every small thing, making sure you won’t be confused once he plays the episode.

,, You only watched few episodes of one murder documentary and you think you’re Mr. worldwide intellectual.’’ You laughed, as he tried to explain professionally.

,, The fuck you talking about ? The only documentary you watch is Keeping up with the Kardashians, so shut the fuck up’’ he spat, rolling his eyes playfully as he played the documentary.

The thing he played was about some murder, nothing you would watch on your own, but you didn’t mind. Seeing him talk about it so excitedly made your heart warm and in that moment you didn’t care if you won’t be able to sleep next few days.

You always loved spending your time with Touya, you simply loved how even when none of you had something to say, the silence was never uncomfortable. Even just sitting with him was making you feel safe.

,, You really choped your hair’’ he said, as he started to play with your hair. Being tired from all the crying and with his gentle movements, you were not capable of replying, simply nodding your head in response.

,, It looks good on you’’ Touya complimented you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. He noticed that you were zooming out, so he just continued to caress your, helping you fall asleep.

All the horrible thoughts he had washed away, once he saw your sleeping face. He could only smile to himself as he noticed how puffy your face got from all the crying. Sure, it wasn’t that visible, but he simply noticed it and found it more then cute.

He tried to act calm and suppress his feelings, he tried to be there for you, but when you talked about what happened, all he wanted to do was find that piece of shit of your ex and simply kill him. He couldn’t understand how did you always manage to find some weird boyfriends that didn’t appreciate and treat you as you deserved.

If you only gave him a chance, he would always be there for you, he would simply give you anything you wished for. Touya never understood how could you be so blind, never once did you notice his feelings for you. Never once did you question his behavior.

Every time you called him over, he would ditch all his plans and run to you. Every time you needed something, you knew very well that only Touya will help you 100%.

You woke up in your bedroom, a little bit confused about what time it was and if your best friend was still there. Taking your phone to check what time it is, your eyes widened when you saw a Instagram notification from Kai. That piece of shit had balls to like your photo.

Throwing your phone away, you started crying again, wishing the day you met him never happened. You wished you listened to your best friend when he told you that Chisaki ain’t the one for you.

,, You ok?’’ you heard Touya’s voice under the loud TV noise. In just a second he was beside you, warming your body with his own and wrapping his arms around you, telling you how everything is ok and how he’s there for you.

,, Come on, stand up’’ Touya commanded suddenly, forcing your upper body up. ,, We are leaving’’ he added, forcing you out of the bed. You were too confused to even think at that very moment, but you found yourself following his lead. Wearing one of your very oversized shirt that covered more than enough, you hurried out of your bedroom to Toyua who was waiting for you already all ready.

You didn’t know what was happening, and the pack of eggs in his hand was confusing the shit out of you, yet you found yourself in the passenger seat, doing whatever Touya planned at that moment.

,, Where are we going ?’’ you asked, tears long gone.

,, We’re egging his car’’ he said, as your eyes widened in shock.

,, Is that even legal?’’ you asked again, already all excited about it.

,, Nope’’ Touya laughed out, focused on the road. You were sure that Kai would know it was you, definitely. But he also won’t have balls to call the police on you, since you knew about all his dirty deeds, you knew about all the drugs he’s taking and having hidden somewhere in his house.

Kai didn’t live far away from you, so in only few minutes of drive the two of you found yourself in front of his car. Lighting one cigarette, Dabi took the paper that was placed on the windshield.

,, Stop perking on my spot’’ Dabi read out loud, pointing out the word he wrote wrongly. You laughed loudly as you remembered about Kai telling you about some dude parking his Motorcycle in front of his car, making it hard to get out of the spot for him.

,, He can’t write, but he can do meth I guess’’ you laughed, as Touya puffed on his cigarette.

You stood there close to Kai’s car, as you waited for your best friend to finish his cigarette. It was a quiet night, with no people around at all. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was rushing in your blood, or the fact that you spent all day crying like a mad person, but in that very moment all you felt was anger as you thought about your ex.

,,Here’’ Touya gave you the package, still smoking that cigarette. You weren’t sure if he took his time with cigarette or if the time was simply passing so slow for you, since he was a pretty fast smoker.

To his surprise, you grabbed one egg and immediately threw it on his car, making him rise his eyebrows and laugh in shock. You never did something like that before, so you didn’t really understand why the alarm didn’t go on. Was your throw too weak?

A huge grin formed on your lips as you threw another egg, you couldn’t stop the evil laugh as you watched the egg yolk all over the window and in that moment you wished you had rotten eggs instead. Watching you happy like that, Touya couldn’t hide his smile. He was almost sure that everyone could read his emotions, he was sure that everyone could say how much in love he was with you.

You were on your fourth egg when Touya took one from the package and threw it. You weren’t sure if he threw it with much more force, or if he already did this before, but when the egg hit the car, loud alarm took over the peaceful night.

,, Shit, we have to hurry’’ Touya said under his breath as both of you threw one more egg. Sure, Kai won’t call the police, but if someone else saw you, they sure will.

You were laughing loudly, as you took your last egg, ready to throw it while Touya explained to you at what you should aim for.

,, HEY’’ you heard a familiar voice, coming from the building you used to spend so much time in. Not even turning around, you threw the egg and rushed to Toyua’s car, hopping fast into passenger seat. The moment Kai got out, everything happened too fast.

You wished you could take a photo of his upset face as he looked over your car. You were sure that you never saw him mad like that.

,, YOU FUCKING SUCK’’ he yelled once he turned the alarm off, while Dabi was ready to drive off, laughing loudly with you.

,, AND YOU SWALLOW BITCH’’ you yelled, popping your head thru the window. Touya gave you a bit time to flip him a bird, before he drove fast off, leaving your ex boyfriend pissed on the road. Laughing loudly, you leaned back into the seat, satisfied with the little event your best friend thought of.

,, You are seriously the best’’ you said, still smiling widely. Touya nodded his head, focused on the road. Every time he took a look of you, his heart would skip a beat. He was so fucking glad that you weren’t sad anymore, at least not for now.

You weren’t sure what had he planned next, since he wasn’t driving back home, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed his company, and you enjoyed the fact that you felt nothing else beside happiness in the moment. It was weird how fast emotions were taking over you. Just one hour ago you were a crying mess, and all of sudden you found yourself enjoying the night with your best friend.

You didn’t even realize how hungry you were, until Touya stopped by McDonalds to buy some food. Once he came back, placing the milkshakes and paper bag into your lap, you almost started drooling from the delicious smell.

He parked on the spot beside lake, where the two of you usually come to chill a bit. The music played on the low as the two of you ate slowly and talked about casual stuff. The moment a song from the famous tiktoker started playing in the background, you wished your hands weren’t so oily from the food. You wanted to change the song, but you didn’t want to make your phone oily, you weren’t even sure why you had that song in your playlist after all.

,, Does this song bother you?’’ he asked, taking a sip from his milkshake.

,, Yeah there’s a word that’s pissing me off’’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

,,Which one?’’ he asked confused.

,,When she says This ain’t build a bitch, you don’t get to pick or choose, what she should have said is nothing and just never release that stupid song’’ you hissed, wiping your hands as you changed the song that was pissing you off so much.

,, You are so cute’’ he complimented you, as both of you placed the rest of the food in the paper bag. Everything you did was cute to him, the was you sneeze is cute to him, the way you rise your brows when you are surprised, the way you laugh at your own jokes sometimes. Everything.

,,Did you know that Yumi got pregnant ?’’He asked you suddenly. Your eyes widened in shock, as you heard him ask, not because it was weird or anything like that, the two of you always gossip, but because you knew Yumi so well. You weren’t best friends with her, but the two of you would casually meet up.

,, Wasn’t she on the pills?’’ you asked, covering your mouth with your left hand. ,, Oh fuck no, I don’t claim this negative energy’’ you gasped shaking your head as Dabi laughed at your sudden reaction.

Talking about pregnancy and sex, you found yourself thinking about the last time you slept with your ex. You didn’t feel any sadness, all you felt was disappointment and anger. Just the thought that he was the last one inside you was making you mad, and the fact that only god knows when will you sleep with someone again was making you mad even more.

It’s not that you were a prude, or that you had something against one night stands. Sure, you could install Tinder and just find a quick fuck, knowing very well that the thought will bother you until the problem in your head is solved. But you weren’t the one to jump under the covers with a complete stranger.

,, What’s up?’’ Dabi asked once he saw you confused and lost in your thoughts. Hearing his voice, a sudden idea popped up in your head. You shook your head, trying to not think about it. He is your best friend for fucks sake, you can’t use him for something like that.

,, Nothing’’ you shook your head once again, trying to avoid his eyes.

,, Oh come on, tell me’’ he said stubbornly, as he placed his cigarette between his lips.

,, You know, the fact that Kai was the last person I had sex with, and the fact that I don’t know how long it will stay that way is bothering me’’ you confessed, skipping the part with the rest of your thoughts.

,, and you thought I could help you with it’’ Touya joked, as he puffed on his cigarette.

,, How did you know?’’ You asked way too fast, regretting it almost immediately once he almost choked onto the air and the smoke of his cigarette.

,, You can’t be serious’’ Touya said under his breath, closing his eyes as he spoke those words out. You weren’t sure why, but your heart sank a bit once you heard him say that.

,, Ah come on, it can be a quick fuck, it won’t change anything between us’’ he whined, turning your body to his direction. Once you said that, Touya grabbed you and forced you into his lap. You were more then shocked by his action, but you still positioned yourself comfortably in his lap, not sure if you should say anything or just wait..

,, You think I’ll be able to go back after it ?’’ he asked, one hand holding your waist firmly, and other holding his cigarette. ,, Doll, you should know better than anyone that I don’t do quick fucks’’ he added, as his grip got stronger. You weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not, but you felt uneasy at that moment, not sure where this all is leading.

,, If we do it now, there’s no going back doll, you’ll belong to me’’ he added again, as you sat in his lap confused. It was weird to hear him talk like that.

,, Touya, that can fuck up our friendship’’ you whispered. You were way too confused, not sure if he was talking about a relationship with you or just about you not sleeping with anyone else beside him.

,, And a quick fuck won’t do it?’’ he hissed, throwing the finished cigarette out of his window. He was right, both of it could fuck it up, and your idea was probably the worse option. The problem you had just few minutes ago was long gone, as new thoughts took over your mind. The fact that he was slowly placing soft kisses all over your neck didn’t help the situation, and the fact that you tiled your head to the side to give him more access to it didn’t help either.

You weren’t sure if you were simply too horny in the moment and if emotions took over you, but one part of you wanted to give it a try, yet another part of you was simply too scared of losing him. You did think about it before, how lucky can a girl be to call herself his girlfriend!? He’s not like other guys, at least not to you. He was always so caring, so gentle and so loving with you. He was the one who was always there for you, and in fact, you were more than sure that if you two start something, you won’t end up being hurt. But the fact that your friendship was under a question because of it was making you scared. Touya is the only person you never want to lose, and he knew that very well.

,, What do you say doll? Wanna try?’’ he asked, as he kissed your jaw softly. You weren’t sure how were you even capable of thinking at all in that moment.

,, Yes’’ you breathed out, closing your eyes shut as you enjoyed his soft kisses. Could you really lose him? If you had to worry about it so much, you should worry about the very exact moment. Why wouldn’t the current event ruin your friendship, now that you know that he doesn’t really see you as a friend as much as you thought. If you start some kind of a relationship with him, and if it doesn’t work, the two of you could talk it out.

The moment you said yes, Touya grabbed your yaw with his right hand, brushing his nose with your own before he connected his lips with yours. Once you placed your hands on his cheeks, trying to get closer to him, he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

What really drove him crazy was you rolling your hips on him. The fact that you had nothing else under your oversized shirt than your favorite panties almost made him cum in that very moment. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back into the seat, as you tried to catch your breath. Touya pulled your shirt up, exposing your naked chest. Not wasting any time, he placed his left on your right boob, pinching and twisting your already hard nipple, while sucking the other one.

Just the feeling of his hot breath made you throw your head back, enjoying the sucking and squeezing he was giving you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, finding support in it. Every roll you did with your hips, was met with his own one, making you feel his hard erection under his sweatpants. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt him bite on your nipple few times before he got back onto sucking it again.

Touya pulled your hips up a bit, giving you a sign to stay in that position as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough for his dick to spring up. You knew that he had a dick piercing, in fact, you were in the waiting room when he decided to get it, but you still were shocked. It looked so good, so attractive.

You wanted to get out of his lap, you wanted to taste him, but his hands stopped you. Pushing you back onto his lap once again.

,, You have no idea how much I love you’’ he said, brushing his lips on your own, as he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his dick around your hole.

,, I love you too, so much’’ you confessed, kissing him softly, as the pink head of his dick slowly entered you, hands on your hips slowly leading you down onto his length, until he was all in.

,, I know’’ Touya smirked into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of your walls hugging his dick. The hands on your hips slowly started to lead your hips up and down. The pace was so slow you could feel every inch of his dick rubbing against your velvety walls. Touya wasn’t one to enjoy the slow pace that much, but with you it was something else. He wanted to feel you as much as possible, and pushing his dick so slow into you gave him that possibility.

Just thinking about how it finally happened almost made him cream inside you. Closing his eyes, he let you move up and down his dick on your own. When you nuzzled your head into his neck he almost lost it, holding your hips down for few seconds just to calm his dick down. The small I love you that you whispered into his neck all over again didn’t help either, making it hard for him to control himself.

His hand found its way under your shirt, while his lips were all over your neck now, leaving sloppy marks all over it. You weren’t sure what did you enjoy more, his lips and hot breath over your neck, sucking and biting it, his hand squeezing your left breast or his dick deep inside you rubbing against your cervix.

Even tho you were moving your hips so slow, every time you were pushing your hips down, his would move upward, snapping against you with a little force and hitting your cervix perfectly. The both of you were breathing heavily, enjoying every second of the slow sex you had.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your body closer to his, as he started moving just a little bit faster. You squeezed your eyes shut, as you realized that your climax was getting closer and closer with every move. Touya noticed your breathing getting faster, and your walls hugging his dick tighter then before, as he pulled your body up a bit, pushing you against the steering wheel and giving himself more access to move and fuck you a bit faster and stronger then before.

Moaning loudly, you wrapped your arms around him as you came all over his dick, almost shocked that you came without any clit stimulation. Dabi didn’t stop fucking you, helping you ride off the hard orgasm that just hit you.

Once he was sure you were done, he sat down. He lowered his seat, as he changed the position, locking you under him. Without giving you a chance to understand anything, he pushed his dick inside you.

,, I’m not done with you’’ he groaned, as he started moving his hips at much faster pace then before. Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your legs around him, placing your hands around his neck and just kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough of him, and luckily he felt the same. Accepting everything you had to offer, gladly.

The slow and steady pace was long forgotten, as he fucked you into the seat of his car with much more force and at one ungodly speed. You were pretty sure that the car was moving with every move he did, and you were sure if someone happened to be near, they would know what’s going on, but that was the last thing you cared of.

You were a moaning mess under him, and he was no better than you. You were surprised when you felt his hand around your throat, holding you in one place and playing with your breath. Open your mouth for me was all he said, before you felt thick saliva in your mouth. When it started, you thought it would be only some vanilla sex, the last thing you thought was that he would end up choking you and spitting in your mouth.

If it was someone else, you would probably freak out, but since it was him, you only obeyed, mouth open and tongue out, giving him approval for more.

,,That’s my good girl’’ he said, as he spat into your mouth one more time, while his grip around your neck only grew stronger. He was moving at rapidly speed, his skin slapping against your own was louder than the music that was playing in the background.

You closed your eyes as you started catching your breath once his hand moved away from your neck. Touya couldn’t control himself anymore, grabbing the edges of the seat, as he fucked into you. The pain mixed with pleasure was too intense for you, but you are his good girl, and you are doing so great for him, he made sure you understood that, as he repeated it all over again, while fucking into you.

The moment you felt his fingers rubbing your clit in circles, all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut, moaning loudly, as he told you to cum all over his dick, so you did as you were told and that was enough for him to reach his own high. Few harsh moves and he found himself cuming deep inside you. Even Toyua doesn’t know how did he find the energy to tell you how good you are milking his dick, but he did.

Collapsing on top of you, he fucked his seed inside of you, making sure not a single drop will get outside of your tight little out, making sure none of it will go to waste.

,, You’re mine’’ he said, placing soft kisses all over your face, and you were his. You were always his and he was always yours.

You weren’t sure how long would it take you to get over your stupid ex, but you were sure that Touya will be there for you and help you out in every way he can. Starting from the moment the two of you left your apartment, to the very moment the two of you cuddled inside of his car, after one steamy sex. All you could think of was your best friend and what would future bring you.

[erensrag]

bimbo!reader x judgmental nerd eren

eren x y/n (wc: 3173)

warnings: nswf, slut shaming, slight dubious consent

i don’t think i did this correctly….

"no please, take your time. it's not like we've been here for hours." eren's sharp voice brings you out of your thoughts.

his piercing gaze is right there to meet yours when you finally stop staring at the wall. you chew on your pencil, quickly diverting your attention to the paper in front of you. you've done your best to avoid looking at him the majority of the time you've been here.

it's not your fault you can't look into his eyes for longer than a second. he's the one who's always observing you with that cold, calculating stare. you've been on the end of judgmental looks and not so quiet whispers for years now and have learned to not let them bother you—well you thought you mastered the art of simply ignoring those kinds of people. until eren.

you didn't even know he existed until a few weeks ago. the introduction for you two consisted of a simple bumping into each other in the crowded hallways of school, it ended with him bitterly muttering something about idiot cheerleaders as he stumbled away. not even sparing you a second glance. after that, you saw him often and he made his dislike for you evidently clear.

which makes no sense. how can someone not like you?

it's usually jealous girls giving you the stink eye and making up the ridiculous rumors. they're the ones who don't want to associate themselves with you. not nerdy nobodies who can't walk without stumbling over their own two feet. no, people like him usually worship the ground you walk on. or at least drool a little.

seriously you've tried everything to get rid of that menacing stare and frigid tone he always greets you with. it's like he's immune. "jesus y/n, how dumb are you?"

and they definitely don't talk to you like that. you know you're not the brightest, which is why your teacher got this jerk of a nerd to tutor you right before exam week but is that really an excuse for him to treat you like this? biting the inside of your cheek, you nudge a corner of your sweater until your left shoulder is exposed. leaning forward and batting your eyelashes which gets no response from him other than a blank stare. "i'm not dumb. i just don't get it." you pout. "can't you just tell me the answer? we've spent like thirty minutes on this question."

"thirty minutes cause you're an idiot." he mutters more to himself.

"i'm trying my best!"

"you should've learned this months ago. you would've if you didn't spend your time skipping class to hang out with your pig muscle boyfriend."

"he's not my boyfriend..." you go back to chewing on the pencil.

"so you just make out with any guy behind the bleachers?"

"you seem to know a lot about me." you look at him again, that stupid cold stare looking back at you through those glasses.

"who doesn't. you're y/n. the whole school knows of your...activities."

"those are just rumors." some of them are. most are true. you enjoy living life to the fullest. it's not your fault the people in your school saw a confident, attractive woman and instantly decided to put less than appealing labels on her. "and besides they're none of your business."

"whatever. just solve this, this is taking longer than our usual sessions and my mom will be home soon."

you groan, looking down at the textbooks and not understanding a single word. “please just tell me the answers.” you ask one last time, desperate.

“no.”

you huff, returning your attention to the book. “you’re going to age badly with all that scowling you do. just so you know.”

“shut up.”

"eren..." you say after five minutes which causes a frustrated sigh to leave his lips. "do you have an issue with me?" it's been four sessions of the frigid tension he always puts between you two and there's a lot more to come before graduation so you just want to get whatever problems he has with you out of the way.

it takes a few seconds before he's looking up from the textbook, pushing his glasses up as he sends you probably the most intimidating glare you've seen from him. "excuse me?" the very tone of his voice has goosebumps forming on your skin but you force yourself to stand your ground. you're not going to let some loser who's probably never even kissed someone to look down on you.

"you— you just seem to—"

"i don't have an issue with you y/n." he slams the book on the table causing you to jump. "having an issue with someone like you would imply i care enough and trust me i'll never care for such a ditzy little slut who doesn't respect herself."

you've been called worse than that and usually by scorned boys you hooked up with. but they were popular gym rats, not some overconfident lanky freak. you had a snarky reply on the tip of your tongue but with the cogs in your brain suddenly malfunctioning, you could only stutter out a pathetic, "i—i'm none of those things!"

"really?" he scoffs, actually getting up and walking over and as he does you think maybe it would've been a safer option to just keep your mouth shut. "wide doe eyes without nothing behind them. check." he starts. "plump lips perfect for what you do best. check." and the asshole has the nerve to slowly swipe his fingers across your bottom lip.

you should stand up, tell him to go to hell and get out of here but you're frozen. limbs not moving an inch as he continues, "empty little head. check. skimpy outfits to attract attention. check. i mean let's face the facts.."

you never would've thought the loser that always sits in the back of the class with his nose buried deep in a book would speak like this to you. it's insulting. freaking degrading. he knows nothing about you and yet he has that expression on his face like he does. "if i'm such a ditzy little slut as you so nicely put then i'd be jumping at the chance to hook up with you but here we are." you seethe.

that seems to finally strike a nerve as he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. you cut him off before he can defend himself.

"is that it...you're angry i haven't made a move on you because that's what sluts do isn't it? bone everything they see? is your pride wounded that i don't see you in that way, eren?" you let out a mirthless laugh. "well news flash, pretty girls like me don't go for freaks like you."

you got up, ready to grab your things and run out all while trying to ignore the nerves inside of you. he just stands there, rigid and glaring. "really?" he asks once your books are back in your bag.

"y—yes. now if you'll excuse me—" your wrist is being grabbed before you can take another step and for a second both of you are stunned, you mostly frozen in your spot because this creep has the audacity to touch you after everything he just said. you don't know what his excuse is but he only stands there like a shocked puppy before pushing you on the desk.

a gasp escapes your lips at being manhandled by him  of all people, what the fuck is he doing? you're on your stomach, feet on the ground as the fucker puts a hand on your back, keeping you there. "w-what are you doing?" you pant out, bewildered at everything that just happened.

"i..." he trails off, not saying anything before manhandling you again. only this time it's for you to lay on your back and fuck, you could fight back. he's surprisingly strong for such a lanky freak but you're a cheerleader who does complex moves out on the field almost every day. you could kick him off, slam that big textbook in his face to the point his nose breaks and run out, making sure to report him.

but you don't. it's not that you can't. for some reason, you just don't want to. maybe it's curiosity, to see what exactly he plans on doing. to see if a loser like him actually has the balls to do anything but back away and apologize profusely.

"you're not fighting back." he simply says, sounding a bit confused as he comes to lean over your body. his hands on either side of your head as he stares down, those stupid piercing eyes staring down at you. "why?"

"shouldn't i be the one asking the questions here? like why the fuck you have me on this desk?"

he raises an eyebrow, leaning back and grabbing your thighs causing you to squeal in surprise. he spreads them, raising the dress you’re wearing until it's pooling at your stomach before you can even blink.

shit. what's wrong with him?

what's wrong with you? you should be kicking at him, you could easily shove him off. you could do it in a blink of an eye so why the hell aren't you.

where there's supposed to be fear...there's only anticipation. "you really are a slut." he laughs cruelly, pulling your panties down until they're completely off. where he throws them, you don't know. probably in some corner to hide so you forget about them, who knows what a pervert like him would do with it?

"you barely know me and yet...look at this." you shudder as his finger circles your clit before swiping across your cunt, bringing his hand up to show you your slick as if for emphasis.

"shut up." you grit through your teeth. "you're—" you don't have time to finish your insult before he's kneeling down, tongue immediately latching onto your clit.

your nails instantly scrape against the desk, shuddering as he begins to suckle on your clit. his tongue delves into you, fingers digging into your thighs on purpose as if the freak wants to hurt you. you can play that game too if he wants, fingers going to grab at the strands of his dark hair, pulling as you ground your hips against his annoyingly experienced tongue.

usually, your sexual partners don't willingly choose to eat you out but here is he. practically eager to get to business. he acted so high and mighty and still has the gall to continue doing so yet he's the one on his knees right now. freaking nerds are so easy. even overly judgmental ones with sharp gazes.

he’s basically lapping at you, moving from sucking your clit to eagerly drinking up your juices. never coming up for air as if he was made to simply do this. "f—fuck." you didn't want to make any noises, any implications that what he's doing is actually making you feel good but dammit it's hard when a tongue is diving deep into your most sensitive parts.

a particular bite has you instantly bringing your legs together but he quickly grabs them, forcing them apart to shove his face in between your thighs again. your breath catches in your throat as he licks up your dripping pussy. he doesn’t relent even once and the moans won’t stop escaping your lips, “sl—slow down. gonna…dammit.”

his tongue licks…freaking everywhere. the obscene noises causing you to hang your head back, he’s licking and sucking everything up as if it’s his favorite meal.

and it’s embarrassing. how fast you come. but how can not you? you mercilessly pull at his hair and shamelessly moan when you do. somehow you're the sweating and panting one as he stands up. "so that's what all the hype is about?" he tsk, seemingly bored.

it takes a few seconds for you to find the breath to say “don't act like you didn't enjoy that, with the way you were eagerly—”

"shut up." he takes his glasses off, putting them to the side before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

"you're disgusting, you know? the nerve you have—"

"i spent the last two hours teaching you simple biology and somehow you couldn't do one question by yourself, if i'm testy that's all on you.

"it's not my fault." it comes out as a whine and you hate it, you were supposed to be insulting him. at least have some pride when you're about to be fucked by the guy who looks at you like you're nothing but a dirty piece of gum.

"shut up, for crying out loud. shut up." his voice is raspy as he unbuckles the belt to his revolting khakis.

you can't help as your eyes widen once his cock is in view. for such a nerd, he's actually packing. one hand holds your hips as the other guides his dick towards your leaking area and slight panic starts to take over. "a-aren't you gonna prep?" as orgasmic as that oral job was, you doubt just that will be enough to prepare you for that.

he grins, probably the first smile you've ever seen on his annoyingly handsome face. "don't worry, i'm sure a slut like you has a loose enough cunt."

"you little shit! that's—" your words get caught in your throat, back arching as he moves his hips forward, piercing inside of you. "fuck."

a broken sound leaves your lips as he continues to push his length in. it doesn't hurt like you expected it to but there's still a strong ache that you know will leave you limping tomorrow morning. it burns, burns so good you have to squeeze your eyes shut. you need something to hold onto as he starts to move, anything to give you some sort of balance but the flat surface underneath you offers no help. "ngh...eren..." you're not sure what you want to say but he doesn't give you time to think of something before he sets a rhythm.

it's surprisingly slow at first, like he wants you to feel every vein on his cock and you do. your walls desperately clench around him as you bite on your bottom lip, the room suddenly feeling too hot as his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. into that stupid gaze he won't stop staring at you with. his mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out. he's perfectly collected and you hate it. people like him should be cumming the second you touch them but he's...it's annoying.

his pace starts to speed up—he doesn't even give it another second before he's ramming inside of you. holding your hips with both hands as he sets a brutal pace that has you moving up and down the desk. "p-pretty decent for a nerd—ah!"

still, he stays silent. ugh, what's wrong with him? you bring your arm up to your mouth, muffling the moans spilling out of your lips in spite but his hands are immediately pulling them off. he chuckles, coming close enough that his breath fans against your face and a lewd moan comes out of you as he hits an even deeper spot. "don't do that, we all know this is what you want. to be fucked hard and fast to the point you're nothing but a mindless whore whose only purpose is to scream in pleasure."

you don't respond, biting down hard on your lips. his thrusts became more aggressive as he scoffs, "fine." his hand finds its way to your throat, squeezing slightly.

you suck in a shuddering breath just as his hold tightens, bordering on dangerous but for some reason the lack of air only makes your pussy throb, clenching tight around him. why does it feel good? why does everything he's doing to you only make you want more? his thrusts have now gotten erratic, almost forcing your body off the desk but the hold on your hips and throat keep you right where you are. you want to let out the moan clawing out from inside your throat but his grip stays, merciless as he pounds into you.

you don't know how much of this you can take, everything feels too hot. it's too much. "fuck look at you, didn't think you could look even more dumb." he pants, staring down. he finally removes his hand from your throat and you cry out the second he does.

"eren, please i'm—fuck...too much, it's too much." you gasp even though a sick part of you knows you could do this all night.

but right now...with the way his voice is dripping with cockiness— you hate it, hate the way he looks at you and talks to you. it's infuriating and too much. a tsk comes out of his mouth, "who knew you had a limit?" he rolls his eyes and in the next second, he's spilling inside of you. spilling and spilling until some drip on the floor.

like he's been holding himself back all this time.

fuck. he could've at least let you release a second time. you didn't think the asshole would be finishing right after you said that. you're panting, eyes staring at the white ceiling as he pulls out. he zips up his stupid ugly looking khakis as he steps back. "can you get off my desk now?"

the nerve of him...ugh. you slowly sit up, dress sticking to your skin due to the sweat and you have to refrain from asking to use his shower before leaving.

he gets you your bag and you slowly take it, throat aching and dry. there'll definitely be bruises around your throat and hips tomorrow and you're sure he's secretly delighted at that fact. "uh...." you trail off.

this is usually the part where they ask for your number, pleading for a second night with that desperate look in their eyes but he doesn't even send you another glance as he gathers up the papers on the desk, putting them into a binder. "make sure to study before sleeping tonight...if your body can handle that." his lips slightly curve up at that last part but he's not bragging, no just mocking you.

"o...okay." you lick your dry lips, suddenly needing a mint. "uh...bye?" you stand up too fast, cursing at yourself for it but his arm is around your hips before you can fall.

you bite the inside of your cheek, the proximity too close even though he was just inside of you a minute ago. he sighs, "do you need a ride home?" he asks grudgingly.

and you should say no. you don't need to be in an enclosed space with this asswipe for another second. just say no and walk into class the next day, demanding for another tutor. and then you'll never have to talk to him ever again.

but instead a weak nod comes out.