#i literally broke out into a sweat from laughing at this so hard when they showed it hahahah

[kissohee]

We had first time with virgen!anton...

Can we have a little shot of their first time having that heating makeout session?? Pls.

virgin!anton x virgin!fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 992 ☆ one-shot mdni! warnings; anton gets a boner, male masturbation, quite literally uses the same dialogue from the full fic, written in antons pov read full fic here! a/n; sure! i kind of loved writing that small part too sooo ^^

There was nothing Anton loved more than to kiss you. He was sure it was because he was just so in love with you. And although the kisses were very short and sweet, they meant the world to him.

So of course when you're kissing him longer than usual, he swears he could fly. Every time you pull away to get ahold of your breath, he's pulling you back in for more. It was like there were magnets inside your lips that he just couldn't stop attracting to. He knew the kiss got more suggestive when you moved to sit on his lap without pulling apart, your hands moving to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. Your tongue desperate in his mouth, mixing your spit together. His fingers slightly grazing your breasts, but not daring to touch them in case it wasn't what you wanted. He remembers someone mentioning to him about hickies once, and he absolutely loved the idea of his marks on you. So he slowly broke your kiss, leaving pecks down your jaw and onto your neck. You gripped his shoulders as he explored your skin, sucking on spots in hopes to leave a bruise, but not hard enough to hurt you in any way. It wasn't until he felt your grip harden when his lips touched a certain spot, where he softly took the skin between his teeth. The sound that came out of you so melodic to his ears. He needed to hear more of you. His lips traveled down to your chest, focusing on mainly your collarbones. When you said his name, he thought he had gone to far. It wasn't a moan, but more of you genuinely trying to get his attention. He stopped to look at you, your eyes however traveled down to his crotch. Scared to glance at it too, he finally felt it. His cock throbbed against the sweats he was wearing. Fuck. Without thinking, he removed you from his lap, placing his hands on top so you couldn't look anymore. "Oh my god.." Your eyes never leaving the bulge, Anton swears he's gonna faint. "I'm so sorry.." His voice decreasing to a whisper. "Why are you sorry?" Your attempt to not laugh went unnoticed by him, his focus everywhere else. His cheeks flushed "I don't know... It's.." He found himself having trouble forming sentences, "That's so gross of me, I don't know why it.." He was already hooking his legs off your bed, reading to get up and leave. But he felt your arms wrap around him in an attempt to comfort him, "You're a male human," You rest your head on his shoulder, "I don't think it's gross... It happens." That did not comfort him. There were many times in Anton's life where he felt embarrassment, but this one was by far the worst. Neither of you moved, he couldn't move. He felt frozen. He tried making himself feel better by reminding himself that you love him, and you've already expressed that you aren't disgusted. But still, your words don't take him back in time to avoid the situation. Despite the fact that he physically couldn't move, he felt his cock twitch. He should leave and go home, but then that means he'd have to go out in public like this. His desired solution would just be to die. But then at his funeral someone would have to bring up that he 'Died from embarrassment after popping a boner under his girlfriend.' Anton swears he was fighting demons in his head until he decided to just suck it up and jerk one off. "The.. Your.. Bathroom.." He stumbles over his words before leaving your room and heading to your bathroom in a hurry. If he's quick, he could just pretend he really needed to shit.

Leaning against a bare wall, he lowered all articles of clothing between him and his cock, his hand softly tugging on it while he bit on his index finger on his other hand. The feeling of his hand wrapped around his cock had him biting down slightly harder on his finger. His mind wandered back to the situation, to you. How much better you would feel than his hand right now. He tightened his hand to mimic your hand, which was much smaller than his. Was he a terrible person for imagining you, despite the fact that you were dating him? He wasn't sure, and he sure didn't care enough to stop and think. "Anton?" Fuck. "Are you okay?" Fuck fuck fuck. "On-one second!" He heard your footsteps walk back to what he assumed was your room after you acknowledged it. He was too busy to bother with his finger again, so he let quiet moans slip from his mouth. He didn't think they were loud enough for you to hear, especially considering your room wasn't too close to the bathroom. He's never felt so much sensation from his had before, which just drew even more moans from him. He was so close, he could feel it. His head couldn't catch up with his cock, as his cum covered his hand, hips twitching while it was released. He took his lip between his teeth so he could contain any louder moans than he ones he had already let out. When the bathroom finally stopped spinning, he cleaned himself up with urgency. How long has he been in here? He wasn't sure, but what he does know is that it was much longer than he had hoped. He quickly washed his hands, praying to avoid any awkwardness when he opened the door. He found you sitting on your bed, chewing on the sides of your cheeks as your eyes traveled everywhere but on him. "Walls are thin 'Ton..." This was the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to him. There was absolutely no way Anton could ever face you ever again.

this was small and not really detailed but still 😭 - 🐠

[yellowharrington]

jaded - chapter 4, carmy berzatto x reader

pairing + fandom: carmen “carmy” berzatto x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), the bear fx

warnings: smoking mention, minors dni with this story please.

word count: 2k

a/n: ok literally i am the worst ever and i totally didn't finish this fic even tho i started it so im finally posting the last part literally MONTHS later!!! sorry besties but i couldn't have an unfinished fic out there in the world so... if u fuck w this story at all thank u for reading it and all the encouraging and nice things people have said, it literally made me want to complete this fic so thank u <3

summary: tying up loose ends.

and it's a fuckin' shame that it ended like that you broke your own heart, but you'd never say that we went to hell, but we never came back

masterlist | chapter 3

It all just feels numb.

Sun coming up over the horizon and a light snowfall onto the street below. Your home is quiet, no pans in the kitchen making French omelettes, no TV playing outside the bedroom door as you sleep. No toothbrushing in the bathroom or running shower water, warm and steamy, inviting you in.

It’s not that you weren’t expecting his answer. Or, lack thereof. It’s that he couldn’t make up his fucking mind. First, he’s cooking you an omelette in your favourite pan with a cup of coffee made exactly the way you like it. He’s spending every evening on the couch with you, your hands splayed out against his stomach, comfortable beneath the waistband of his sweats. You’re in his sweater, baking fresh warm cookies so he can have one before bed, smudges of chocolate against your lips as he pushes you up against the counter, hot skin on cold tile.

Next, he has that look on his face, where he’s somewhere else. Thinking of her, in a dreamland where he can make it right again, and it all feels like it comes crashing down. The sweet nothings don’t exist in this realm, there’s no happiness here.

And when you do have to face him on Monday, it’s back to cold shoulder, nothing different. Yes chef, no chef, thank you chef. 

Sydney tries to make conversation, and you feel bad because you won’t bitch about Carmy like you usually would. Richie’s having secret meetings with Natalie, probably more about Claire, but you don’t even think to join in. It hurts, it hurts so fucking much, and it’s hard enough to go outside and take a fucking break from it all, let alone be in the same cramped kitchen with him. There’s no solitude, just aching, just disappointment.

“Did you order me a new cake pan, chef?” It’s directed at Tina, who looks up at you with the same wistful softness as she always does, smiling before nodding in your direction. You don’t hear her slide over to you, but when she suddenly appears at your station, you can tell she just knows something’s wrong.

“What’s up with you?” she asks, clipboard finding it’s way to the counter beside you, where a piping bag lays. “You’re not yourself. Something… wrong. Don’t tell me a boy did this to you.” The tears prick at your eyes and you swallow it all before you can get out a word, because yeah, it all fucking aches and the hurt feels like it’s sitting right behind your eyes, in your throat, ready to come out.

“It’s nothing. It is a boy but, boys are stupid and I’m not gonna cry over one,” you sniffle, before untying your apron and letting it hang loose on your body. “Not worth it.”

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

Your blood runs cold when she gestures just outside to the bright light of the door, where Carmy sits, phone in one hand, cigarette in the other.

Luckily the kitchen is empty when you reply, only so she can hear, “how did you know?”

“I saw the way you looked at him this morning.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Fuck no. Between you and me, chef.”

You sighed relief, letting your front hit the counter as the stress left your body. “Thank fuck. Yeah, I don’t know, we were-“

“Fuckin’?” Tina’s got a sly smile on her face that makes it impossible not to laugh with her.

“Yeah, I guess. It felt like more than that. But apparently he’s still hung up on Claire so, I guess that ends it.”

She exhales slowly, joining you in a lean against the counter. “Jeff makes mistakes, everyone knows that. He’s moody and sad and he’s got fuckin’ problems, that kid, I tell ya.” She pauses for a second, eyes meeting yours, sincere. “But he’s good. I just don’t think he can handle himself, is all.” She takes a beat, letting her soft hand lay over yours, “He doesn’t let himself have the good shit because it always gets ruined. But you’re good. He’s scared of you.”

“He should be scared of me. I’m gonna fucking kill him,” you mutter, letting your floured hand meet your forehead in annoyance. “I’m not responsible for fixing his shit.”

She nods, agreeing with you, a hand cupping yours on the counter. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying he could use someone like you to bring him back to Earth, is all.”

-

When Carmy does make it back inside, he’s thumbing through paperwork at the desk, hand through his hair stressfully pulling at the strands. He’s trying so hard not to stare at you from where he’s sitting, noticing your cold gaze, somewhere far away. He takes out his phone to scroll through it mindlessly, procrastinating, when he meanders his way to the text icon and opens up your thread. A few texts here and there, mostly just asking about plans to come over, the occasional sexy photo or recipe idea.

[sunday, 10:26] they don't have fresh sourdough. should we just make some this aft?

[saturday, 4:35] i hate when you go in on saturdays

[saturday, 4:36] Photo Recieved

[saturday 4:36] don't you wish you were home with me?

[tuesday, 12:22] is balsamic glaze overdone? lmk. miss u.

It feels a little too domestic, seeing the way he so effortlessly became comfortable with you, a warmth and excitement that was just never there with Claire. It’s raw and it’s guilty and he’ll beat himself up over it forever, but it was never going to be perfect with her, no matter how hard he tried.

“Boss?”

Richie appears in the office, leaning against the door frame before noticing Carmy’s disheveled look. “Yeah?”

“You look worse than usual.”

“Thanks. What do you need?”

“Well, I was gonna ask if you ordered more eggs.”

“I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I think Sydney did.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

It’s like Richie could see right through him.

“Nothin’. Stupid shit.”

Richie steps into the office, leaving the door only slightly ajar.

“Cousin.”

Richie can be sweet when he wants to be, and when he’s got a hand on Carmy’s shoulder and a somber look in his eyes it’s like he already knows how Carmy feels.

“Why do I suck so bad at being a fuckin’ normal person?”

Richie sits next to him, a look of surprise. “Is this about Claire bear?”

“Yes, well - yeah, and also no. Kinda. I don’t know.”

“Is it about Miss Buttercream out there?”

He gestures to you outside the door, zesting some orange on top of the cake you were finishing up. Carmy stifles a laugh.

“We all know you’re porkin’ her.”

“Don’t say that,” Carmy laughs, hand coming up to his face to rub his eyes. “It’s more than that. We’ve been kinda, dating, I guess? I still don’t know what counts as having a girlfriend.”

“So what did you do?”

He gnaws at the skin of his thumb and lets his eyes flicker up to Richie’s. “Fucked it. Last night, I, uh,-“ his hand finds his warm forehead. “I really like her, like a lot. But she asked about Claire and I said the wrong thing, like I always do and uh, she didn’t like it.”

“She’s good,” Richie starts, letting his hands find his aproned thighs as he sits at the corner of the desk. “Claire was good for you too. But she didn’t… get it. Not like she does,” he gestured vaguely to your station outside the door. “Claire was never gonna get the restaurant and the kitchen and the fuck of it all.”

Richie's hand extends to cup Carmy's shoulder.

“Look, do whatever you want, but there isn’t really someone who matches you like she does. Claire’s history now, drunk phone calls don’t mean she’s still in love with you. If that’s what you were thinking.”

Carmy sits back in the creaky chair. “Nah, not that. I just don’t know how to do it right.”

“It’s not about doing it right,” Richie’s got sincerity in his eyes. “It’s about fuckin’… trying shit. Just go and make a move and see.” Carmy watches you hang up your apron on the hook and grab a hoodie before fucking outside. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks Richie.”

“Good luck.”

- 

“I’m sorry.”

Carmy’s voice takes you out of your trance as you stare into the back alley of the restaurant. “Hi.”

“Can we talk?”

“You can talk, I’ll listen.”

The crackle of his lighter, orange flame against white snow. You can see his breath slipping from between his lips as he exhales out of the corner of your eye.

“I feel like a fuckin’ asshole,” he starts, plunging his other hand in his pocket. “I don’t know what to say.” A beat. “Can you look at me?” It’s gentle, a question, not a demand.

You turn to look at him. Cold blue eyes, darkened by the brightness around you. “You’re not second best to me. You’re it, this is it. I like this, I, I fuckin’,” he takes a breath, “I love… this. I want this.”

“You hurt my feelings, Carmen,” tears brimming your eyes and coating your lashes. “If you’re not done with Claire, I don’t… I don’t care. If I am your second choice, fine.” 

“You’re not.”

“Even if I was. But don’t fuck me around if you don’t want me.”

“I do.”

“Are you sure? You weren’t sure last night.”

“I get it if you don’t trust me. I get it. I haven’t given you a reason to.” He searches for the right words, but chooses to take a tentative step towards you. “I’ll beg for you,” he’s quiet, unlike Carmy. “Anything.”

Your eyes meet his briefly, a soft smile pulling at your lip. “I’m not saying yes, okay?” He nods. “But I am saying I would appreciate a ride home tonight. If you’re serious.”

“I’m serious.”

“Good.”

-

The walk up to your apartment is easy. His heavy steps behind your light ones, hands sliding up the bannister as you unlock your door. He’s on your heels, a little behind. When he steps in your apartment, it’s familiar. Browned butter, vanilla, laundry. 

“Do you want dinner?” He’s tentative, letting his shoes sit next to yours on the mat. His jacket goes up on the hooks by the door, together. 

“Are you offering?”

“Yes.”

Carmy shows love through food, that’s how he always is. You can tell he’s feeling particularly sorry about it all because he’s bringing out a big pasta pot and a saucepan, pulling the only fresh ingredients left in your place and putting them next to the stove top. Your t-shirt finds its way into the laundry basket, an old sweater thrown over your bare skin.

You hate how normal it all feels, because it’s scary. To think of a domestic life with him, where there’s another girl lingering in the background of his thoughts that he has unfinished business with. Insecurities of who is better, prettier, happier, warmer… if he had the chance, would he leave? Would he jump ship?

He sits next to you while you eat, thighs against thighs, and comfortable silence blanketing your small apartment. He hasn’t gotten into one of the many pairs of pyjamas he’s left at your place, or taken his usual after-work shower, or taken out the frozen cookie dough to thaw. You can tell he’s not sure if he’s welcome here for good, yet.

When your food is done, he pushes the plates away and takes a calloused hand to wrap around yours. There’s sharpie marks small knife cuts on his fingers. 

“Are you gonna stay the night?” You ask, still not meeting his gaze. 

“Am I welcome to?” He doesn’t sound like himself, and you can feel his warm breath near the top of your head as you turn towards him. Your body collapses a little then, folding slightly at the middle to have your head fall right into the centre of his chest.

“Yes, Carmen,” you nod, letting your eyes flicker up to meet his. “You can stay for as long as you want.”

His hand slipped from yours then, sliding around your side and up your back. He pulled you into his embrace, lips wrapped around yours in a soft capture. Your hands found their way under his t-shirt, only slightly, his warm skin against the palms of your hands, pulling him impossibly closer. 

And when you lay in bed with him that night, your face burrowed into the softness of his chest, you know the days of waking up alone are over. 

[spearhoney]

⚠️ smut underneath ⚠️

Note: I'm into chan lately and it's clearly his fault so here you go ;)

"Do you like it? Does it hurt?"

You shook your head as a response as you were busy holding in the moans from escaping your mouth. You can't broke the one and only rule that Changbin has already set up for you only for this night.

"Only moan when I'm the one who fuck you, okay?"

At first, you thought it would just be like a piece of cake as the only dick that have given you tons of pleasure was Changbin's,  so you don't put a high expectation on Chan's.

But it turns out that his was bigger than your boyfriend's.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Bin? Just lemme hear those beautiful sounds from her!" Chan yelled at Changbin who was jerking himself at the corner of room with his eyes fixed on you. He gave Chan an evil grin.

"Oh you wanna listen to it? Alright, my turn then." He stood up from the chair and went straight to the drenched king-sized bed. Chan really knows how to play with your pussy; literally came twice with just the touch of his majestic fingers.

Chan groaned and left you edging on the bed, sweats were drooling down your face, on your whole body. As Changbin hovered over you, a loud needy whine came from your mouth while moving your hips near to his tip; tears started to fall down as you really need to reach the climax where Chan left it hanging.

Slowly, Changbin slide his length in and you can't help but let out the most beautiful sound that Chan have ever heard. With each thrust, a moan escaped your mouth which you definitely wouldn't held them in again. Changbin gave Chan a glance, showing off how good he could make you feel and Chan just gave him a straight middle finger.

"Binnie, I'm so close", you said in between the moans while clenching your walls around him, causing him to groan in pleasure. Suddenly, Chan approached from behind and pushed Changbin away, left you to clench on nothing but air. Changbin looked at him in surprise.

"Sorry mate but I can't let you do this to me, not this time." Then he filled you up again, stretching you wider than Changbin did and thrust you harder than before. Your mind became totally blank to think at the moment and just wrapped your hands and legs around Chan's neck and waist while screaming at the rough pleasure. Deep down, you already know that you would literally get punish for breaking this rule but oh god, you've never experienced sex as good as this.

After a few more hard thrust, Chan's dick was completely covered with your liquid. Your body was shaking vigorously, something that even Changbin couldn't  do. Changbin just stared at you in disbelief. Chan was breathing heavily while peppering soft kisses on your face and your neck, slowly pulling him out and laid on the bed, smiling proudly after what he just achieved.

"Oh my god, that was heaven. I think I need to write a song about this." Chan laughed while closing his eyes, showing his dimples on both of his cheeks.

You was breathing heavily while your eyes were wandering around the room until you landed on those sharp eagle eyes of Changbin. His dark gaze, filled with wrath and jealousy really went through you as if an arrow pierced through your heart. You felt like your heart stopped beating for once when you heard his voice for the next second.

"Guess I shouldn't be nice to you anymore since you like it rough hm?"

[shadowdaddies]

I love your writing so so so much!! If you’re taking requests, can I please request a modern Cassian x reader where they were dating but broke up for whatever reason? Maybe something where they’re still very much in love but it’s obvious to literally everyone except for them so there’s just a heap of built up sexual tension and teasing/flirting and everyone’s like guys come on!

Hey lovey, thank you so much! This came out more fluffy than I'd anticipated but I can't help it, I'm a romantic. This is my first modern au so I hope I do it justice. Thanks for the request💜

It's Never Over

Cassian x Reader Fluff

Warnings: drinking, they play truth or strip but there's nothing saucy happening

Your breakup with Cassian was the worst of your life. It was more painful than any other, because he didn’t hurt you. There was no solace in the fact that you were better off without him, because you weren’t. The two of you were tired of disagreements and different goals for your lives, so you decided that you would be better off as friends. 

You’d broken up two years ago now, but Cass remained one of your best friends. He was your shoulder to cry on, the one person who could always make you laugh. But you’d made your decision, you were just friends. 

~~~

It was Cassian’s birthday, and you and Feyre were unloading the decorations and supplies from your car to prepare your apartment for the surprise party you’d planned for him. “Remind me again why Cassian’s girlfriend isn’t the one planning this party?” Feyre questioned you. Knowing where she was going with this, you sighed. “We’re good friends, Fey. They haven’t been dating long, so I wouldn’t expect her to plan a party for him. I texted her to invite her but I didn’t get a response so I’m guessing she has something of her own planned.” Feyre just gave you a noncommittal hum as she unbagged the decorations and set to work. 

You were prepping the food in the kitchen when the door opened. You didn’t need to turn around to see who it was, because you heard Az’s frustrated groan as he made his way into the living room to Feyre. He called at you, “what were you thinking letting Feyre decorate? For an artist, your decorating skills are shit, Fey.” Feyre lightly hit him in the arm, laughing as she sipped her drink and watched Azriel “fix” the decorations she’d put up.

Feyre’s husband Rhys arrived soon with the cake, and other friends filed in. You got Cassian’s message on your phone letting you know he was arriving at your apartment to pick you up for what he thought was just a small birthday dinner. Everyone took their places in hiding, and when Cassian strolled through your front door, everyone yelled out “SURPRISE!” 

Your friend Mor arrived late, running up to you and Cassian, yelling “mom and dad!” (as you two had come to be known among your friends) as she grouped you both into a hug before heading for the drinks table. The party got increasingly rowdy throughout the evening, and hours later you were sitting around the living room with Feyre, Mor, Rhys, Az, and Cassian playing truth or strip. Mor gave Cassian a sly look as she asked him what special plans he had to celebrate with his girlfriend. He turned bright red, fumbling for an answer and in that moment, your heart beat so hard you thought it would explode. You were happy for Cassian, he was your friend and deserved a great birthday, so why were you sweating at the thought of his girlfriend? Feyre piped in just then, “I must have missed her coming by tonight. I didn’t see her.” Cassian took a deep breath, “she broke up with me yesterday.” Mor, nosey as ever, pushed Cass further asking why. You moved to pinch her as a silent warning, but Cassian glanced where you sat beside him and you froze. “Cass, did I do something?” you asked nervously. No matter what your past was with him or how you felt thinking about him with her, you would never want to hurt him by coming between them. 

Cassian glanced back towards the group before grabbing your hand to lead you outside. You didn’t miss Az’s smirk and wink at you as you followed Cass. “Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong. She broke up with me because she can tell I still have feelings for you. I didn’t even realize it until she gave me an ultimatum: she wanted me to cut you out of my life, or she would end things with me. And I didn’t hesitate to break up with her. I would never choose another woman over you. You’re my best friend, and the reason I am excited to get out of bed in the mornings. I couldn’t be with her, I don’t think I could be with anyone as long as you’re in my life.”

Your head swam as you processed Cassian’s confession. Deep down, you knew you felt the same, but it was scary. “We broke up for a reason, Cass. We want different things, remember?”

Cassian brought his hands up to cup your face and whispered, “you are all I want. We can work together through any hardships. All I know is I want you by my side, through the hardships, through the lazy mornings, through the celebrations, I want it all.” 

Your eyes welled up with tears of joy as you leaned up to kiss him. The kiss was quickly interrupted by cheering noises, which you both turned to see your friends all watching you from the couch, Mor chanting “mom and dad” as they all toasted to you both, celebrating your enduring love for each other.

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

Man Eater!

+synopsis; it’s so hard being a hot zombie in such a judgemental world and it’s even worse when humans find out they exist. but don’t worry, zombie hunter gojo will fuck you out of your misery!

+content/warnings; zombie fucking, nasty, slopping eating, pure smut barely any plot, anal, ass to pussy, squirting, brief mention of getou x reader, dry humping, slight pervert!gojo, impact play, reader is always half naked/dresses like picture, degrading, fingering, pussy slapping, hand jobs, rough sex, mean!reader, fear play, weapons, brief gunplay, cowgirl, doggy, standing full nelson, multiple rounds, spitting, gojo doesn’t become a zombie😞

+pairings; zombie!reader x zombie hunter gojo!

+a/n; it’s not proofread sorryyyy :(((

“are you sure it’s going to be safe here?” you asked pursing your lips together and titling your head to the side. the brown haired man stopped in the tracks for a brief second to check the windows. “yeah, my dad used to go here all the time for weeks,” he replies, completely winded.

“i seriously don’t understand how your so out of breath, we’re literally zombies!” you giggle watching his eyes twitch out of frustration. “shut up, y/n,” he says sternly. you gasp before playfully rolling your eyes.

“look, i’ll be out in the city for necessities. stay here and under no circumstances let anyone in.” he looks you in the eyes before walking to the door. “i mean it y/n, they’ll kill you without a second glance,” he turns so his back is facing you. “yeah, yeah, i heard you,” you tut before slamming the door. you heard the leaves crunching under his heavy boots as he walked through the dense woods.

the sun was starting to set and so you spent the rest of the day preparing meals, exploring the cabin and forgetting to boarder the windows. the late night wind flowed through the trees and the birds had quietened down into the familiar eerie silence.

you were in the sitting room laughing at twitter memes on your phone. you stopped midway, staring at the ceiling. ‘was that tapping at the window…?’

your heart was racing and you felt sweat start to form on your forehead. your palms felt clammy and hot as you tried to calm yourself down. it was most likely your imagination playing tricks on you!

you chuckled at the absurdity of it all. who would be tapping on the upstairs window? how silly!

you resumed your favourite hobby, stifling giggles now and then. the creek of the wooden floorboard upstairs had you immediately reaching for the gun on the wall. anticipation and anxiety had you biting the inside of your cheek. you took no time checking if it was loaded and aiming it in front of you.

you didn’t want what ever broke in to have a chance of fighting back. plus you were starving and your friend still wasn’t home. if someone had stumbled into your home and you ate them, it wasn’t you’re fault. you were just hungry.

you slowly approached the door, opening it ajar. you took the time to analyse your surroundings, turning at every corner, trying to catch whatever or whoever was in your temporary home. you turned, seeing that one of the wardrobe doors were closed, except you didn’t close it. you hadn’t even finished packing. you moved carefully towards the door, steadying your breathing. just as your hand reached for the knob you heard a harsh tap against the window.

you ran, aiming your gun towards who ever was behind the curtains. you swiped away the curtains to reveal- nothing? you cursed under your breath feeling stupid. you were told not to let anyone in. and to boarder the windows but what were the chances of someone coming in? ‘the tapping was coming from a tree? fucking unbelievable!’

you sighed in relief. if someone had actually broke in you’d be fucked.

you laughed feeling particularly silly. you sat on the creaking bed, low on energy. your senses weren’t as strong anymore and neither were your agility and strength. thank God for your chainsaw and axe and your friends rifle. you yawned closing your eyes for a brief second.

for some reason, your eyes met the same wardrobe door. an impending sense of wonder engulfed you whole with every passing second. someone was in there. you were sure of it.

you stood up to open the door, gun in hand, before you felt a huge hand from under the bed, grab your ankle, slamming you to the ground immediately. you squealed before groaning in pain.

you barely had time to react before a tall,muscular man emerged from under the bed and climbed on top of you. you tried reaching for your gun but he was too fast. he pinned both of your hands down. he revelled in watching you struggle to fight back. “ugh! let go of me, you weirdo!” you exclaimed at the stranger who held you hostage in your own cabin.

“relax, i’m not gonna kill you,” he chuckles, “i think?”

“you think?” you spat, watching his face contort into one of amusement. “get off ME, you dickhead!” your cheek stung as his hand came in contact with your soft skin.

you gasped at his horrendous action before he wrapped his long fingers around your throat. tight enough for you to see dots but not enough to knock you out. in a poor attempt to get away, you pawed at his hand. “look at you, nothing but a pathetic monster…” he sneered.

he chuckled as his eyes peered down at your watering hole, rubbing your cunt against his knee. “you’re getting off to this? what a whore,” your eyes watered from panic. “i should just kill you now, blow your fucking brains out,” he pulls out a loaded 9mm pistol and brought it to your head. “but you’re way too hot for that…” he brings the gun down to your open, gaping mouth, sliding the tip between your soft and glossed lips.

“suck.” he demands. you smirk, before opening your mouth. “ahh,” you stick your tongue out playfully.

“damn…” he gawked at your lewd face. “you like that, don’t you?” he chuckled. “shoulda known…” before you could utter another insult, his grip on your throat tightened before he lowered his hand to your clothed cunt.

“ouu, look at the way you’re dripping…” his index finger prods at your clit making you mewl. he releases your throat momentarily to take your panties off in an impatient manner. he spread your legs, watching your dripping cunt clench around the cold night air. his long fingers slide up and down, catching on your throbbing clit. you whined and squirmed silently begging for more from those slender fingers.

“what’s wrong slut?” his fingers rub gently against your clit. your hips buckled against his hand, wanting more. you started panting heavy, your juices leaking out onto the wooden flooring. “stop teasing me, if you’re gonna kill me just do it, coward!” you pleaded, before gasping sharply as he slapped your pussy.

“what did you call me?”

“a coward!” two of his fingers slid into your entrance, your legs twitching at the sudden penetration. “you know, for someone so hot, you’re way too mouthy,” his fingers start barely moving, feeling you clench and release arousal on his hand.

his other hand found its way back to your throat, before his fingers start pumping themselves in and out of your slick hole. your whines increased in pitch as his fingers started prodding at your spongy spot whilst his thumb rubs on your hot clit.

“fuck!” you whine, your hands wrapped around his large one. your hole tightens against the force of his fingers as he curls them upward. your eyes roll back, toes curling and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you squirmed towards your close release.

“oh my gosh!” you squealed as his hands tightened around your throat. your juices continued to flow down his hand, the sticky noises and squelching resounding throughout the room. “yeah? you cummin’?” he groans watching your breathing get heavy. “yes yes yes! FUCK!”

satoru quickly pulls out his fingers before shoving them down your throat watching the way you gagged and drooled all over yourself. you whined as you tried humping his leg again. but it just earned you another slap across the face.

you had it. you were all for a nice round of rough sex but to be denied your own orgasm? it was completely propitious! you bit his hand and before he could react, wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped him over so that you were straddling him. you ripped the gun from his grasp before pointing it towards his temple. “you’re not so tough now, are you?” you giggle watching his struggle to get up. “you can stop trying to escape. otherwise i’ll have to eat you…” he stopped momentarily, keeping his pale blue eyes on yours as your cunt just continued to leak on his trousers.

“you mad cuz i was teasin’ you?” you slap that smirk off his face as he whimpers in your ear. “looks like im not the only slut here,” you subconsciously start grinding against his growing bulge. satoru started panting, his heart beat increasing as you began moving faster and harder.

your hips moved side to side, in circles, trying to bring friction to your clit. he left your cunt empty and aching for more, and now he was going to learn. satoru’s hands started fondling your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipple all while keeping eye contact.

“shit.” “yeah, you like it when i rub my pussy on you?” his leg started bouncing up and down, toes curling and mouth hung open. “you gonna cum? you gonna come for me?” you pouted at his brows furrowed and his eyes became glossy. “answer me or i’ll stop.” you slowed down to prove you weren’t playing. “wait wait, ok i’m sorry, m’so close, please don’t stop” he whined profusely. “that’s what i thought…” you sped up the movement of your hips.

“m’cumming! cum- what the fuck!” you lifted your hips and moved forward so u were laying on his chest. “don’t worry,” you placed the gun carefully beneath your heel, before reaching behind you to unzip his pants and pull down his boxers.

his hefty cock sprung out from its restraints, hitting you on your left butt cheek. precum oozed out from the tip, leaking down the side, he dick practically asking to be milked empty. “how bad d’you wan’ it?” you asked, looking down at the insignificant fool under you.

“w-what…?” he asked, squinting his eyes in confusion. “i barely touched you and you’re already fucked up, such a shame..” you kissed your teeth, swivelling around so your back was faced towards him. slowly stroking his dick in your hand, you spat on the tip, smearing it all over the sensitive and red-hot tip.

satoru groaned, bucking his hips into your hand. your hand moved smoothly up and down the length of his cock, making sure to pay close attention to the tip. “maybe i should just leave you here..” you considered, listening carefully to his reaction. you turned back around to face him. “please…”

“please, what?”

“please…put it in? i wanna feel you inside, please!”

“well, if you insist,”

you slid backwards, kneeling, stroking the tip between your sticky folds. satoru’s cock prodded at your entrance before sliding in, filling you up nicely. you both groaned in unison, your warm cunt enveloping him in pleasure. a blush covered his face, as his hips started bucking up.

he watched your face contort into pleasure as your eyes became glossy. “fuck,” he moaned, satoru’s hands found comfort on your hips as your moved up and down. the sounds on skin against skin reverberated around the room as you both moaned.

“how s’it feel?” he asks out of breath. “hnghhh…shit you’re way too tight,” he moans out.

“and you’re too big!” your mouth gapes open as you continue to bounce yourself up and down. satoru moves his hands onto your bum, spreading your cheeks apart before placing a harsh smack on your right cheek. your loud yelp was interrupted by two fingers down your throat.

you slobbered all over his fingers, eyes rolling back but never slowing down. his two wet and lubed up fingers moved to your tight and puckered hole. his two fingers teased your hole before he slide a finger carefully inside. you winced feeling particularly full.

“i’m gonna fill up both of your holes tonight,” your mind was too boggles to actually take in anything he was saying. his finger kept at the same rhythm you did when performing tricks on his dick.

“ohh fuckkk, im gonna cum!” you whine. he immediately pulls his fingers out before bringing them to your hot clit. satoru’s fingers moved firmly against it, pushing you closer to your limit. “oh yes! thank you!” you profusely thanked him, eyes watering in pure pleasure as your stomach flipped.

you started panting out loud as you fucked yourself closer to your orgasm. “yeah, there we go, there’s a good slut…” he remarks, watching and feeling your cunt tighten around him.

your body stiffens for a moment before your fall forwards, cumming hard around his heavy cock. you cry out as his fingers never fault, chest heaving in and out.

“we’re not done,” he whispered sternly into your ear. your eyes widen in shock, as he manhandles your body into the doggy position. “arch that back f’me, m’tryna see that recoil…” he says, placing his hands on the small of your back.

satoru started playing with your ass, his hands squeezing and pulling at the smooth flesh all while watching your pussy drip for more.

his dick impaled you again, this time reaching deep into your fluttering cunt. his pace was mean and absolutely insane! he basically knocked the wind out of you. “take it all,” was all he needed to say before he felt you coming close on him again.

his thumb was placed snuggly up your bum, as you jiggled against him. drool seeped from the side of your open mouth as you let out a high pitched whine, feeling his scratch against your g-spot. it was becoming too much!

you tried running away, but with the grip he had on your hips, it was merely impossible. “where you going? did i not tell you to take it all?” he punctuated his sentence with a smack across you bum watching it jiggle.

“slow down!”

“move your hand,”

you squealed, feeling his pace quicken and reach deeper, almost as if he was trying to touch your cervix. “wait! im gonna pee! pull out!” satoru simply ignored your pathetic pleas, and continued to pound your pussy.

nothing but a squeak left your mouth as you gushed and gushed around satoru, your holes spasming. your eyes were half lidded and red with tears as his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes started tearing up.

“hnngh! i- i cantt! you’re so tight, fuck!” he moaned out shamelessly. his hot seed seeped into your slick and gooey cunt. warm cum filled you up nicely. he pulled out, watching it drop out of you.

you smiled, absolutely delirious, expecting him to clean you up. instead, you find yourself being elevated into the air in the full nelson position. he used a free hand to swipe over your battered cunt. his head then moved to the entrance on your asshole. “you ready?”

you whined in response, too fucked to say anything else. he slowly slid in, careful not to hurt you as your squirmed in his hold. the creampie from earlier made it easy for him to slide in.

it felt different? a good type of different. he waited a while before moving slowly, experimenting with different paces. “oh shit, m’so full,” you cry out as his speed increases. “yeah? got you all nice and filled up, don’t i?” he teased.

“uh huh! uh huh!” you yelled. “yes! keep goin please!”

the air was sticky and hot and felt straight up filthy. just as you felt a wave of pleasure hit you, he pulled out leaving your hole loose, before sliding it into your cunt.

his hips moved up and down making you whole body jolt. his deft hand moved to your clit and started rubbing ferociously again, bringing you closer. “im gonna make a mess again!” you babbled feeling your tummy tighten. “keep going f’me,” he groaned, getting closer and closer to his orgasm.

yours came first, hitting you like a freight train. you squealed out loud tears streaming down your cheeks and sobbing relentlessly. your eyes were closed but you could still feel him staring at where the two of you were connected. his warm cum filled you up again, making you feel nice and stretched out.

“mphm- fuck!” he whined, visible tears streaming down his cheeks from overstimulation. he dropped you on the bed and you flopped like a fish. you stayed there, recalling past events while thinking of what tell your friend when he came back. how were you going to tell you fucked a zombie hunter in his cabin?

thoughts raced in your head as you felt satoru’s gaze on the back of your neck. you turn around so your laying on your back, watching the white haired man as he peered into your soul. “what?” you asked breathlessly.

“i thought zombie’s don’t get out of breath?” he smirked, watching you roll your eyes at his foolishness.

[stinkygirl009]

I bet ponyboy would kick my ass In black jack.

Sitting in the warm Curtis house in the middle of summer wasn’t that fun. Mosty because Darry kept buggin’ pony not to go outside since the Soc’s were out and proud picking and harassing people and little kids in are street. But Darry felt bad so he made everyone else stay in with pony including himself but of course he didn’t tell pony that.

Your sweating and bored, But hey you have 6 greasers around you, to stay in with and mess around. whats more fun than that?

ANYTHING.

LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE.

Two-bit wouldn’t stop cheating in

black jack.

Steve won’t stop kicking Soda underneath the table and laughing.

Darry was looking at the tv the whole time.

And Johnny was trying to so hard to win.

Dally would not stop talking about a red-haired chick named ‘strawberry’ or some kinda fruit.

AND PONY WOULDN’T STOP WINNING EVERY DANG ROUND.

Now here you are with $-23 and putting in your last $10 and a pack of new cigarettes on the table since you’re literally broke.

“Dammit pony, I’ll hang you in front of the house if you win one more time.”

You said with the most serious tone.

“loosen up, i’m almost up to $30. Maybe i can-”

“Watch your mouth, kid.” Darry pushes pony’s head slightly to shut him up.

Pony frowned and looked back at his cards in a slight huff.

“Yea Pony, if you get to cocky you’ll end up like them’ crazy’s at the Jones house doing anything for $.25 cents!”

Soda said laughing along with Steve leaning against each other, quite literally dying laughing.

Darry let out a laugh in a huff, his eyes were still glued to the tv.

Johnny just simply let out a small smirk, And dally was fiddling with his ring.

You groaned and started bouncing your knee.

“Your turn, pon’” Soda said still slightly wearing off his laugh.

Pony tapped the table motioning that he’s standing with his cards. next was your turn.

“Hit me.” You say confident in your answer tightly holding onto your cards.

Soda slide you another card when you flip it over it’s another 10 going over 21 therefore making pony win.

You swear you feel your eye twitching uncontrollably and face becoming red.

“GOD DAMMIT!”

You yell and fling your cards on the table and hitting your head against the table.

Ok here’s what I want to state.

You have MAJOR anger issues, so this wasn’t new. Except for Johnny being startled, every once in a while. 

Pony smiled and grabbed the money on the table along with his brand new cigarettes he won from you

.

“Good game” Pony said sarcastically.

“PONY IM GOING TO BLAST YOUR ASS-”

A/N: I actually liked this a lot lmao

[rockingrobin69]

Colour-full

It was the hottest Saturday in July and Teddy had been climbing the actual walls before Harry broke and said, “Okay, okay, to the park then.”

(The wall thing was new. Ron said it was quite ‘Spider-Lad’ of him; Hermione laughed so hard she kinked her neck. Teddy’s magic, still so new and boundaryless, often manifested in ways that were either literal, or just plain wild).

And so to the park they went. To ride the stupid ‘pirate ship’ (“just one more time!”) and chase after dogs (“Teddy, no, it’s their ball!”) and get ice cream (“Please please please Uncle Harry”). Harry was, at his core, a big softie, and for Teddy all the more; so, yes, he located the nearest stand, and marched to take his place in the queue with all the resolve of a godfather on a mission.

Waited a veritable ever with Teddy’s order on repeat in his mind (chocolate with strawberry syrup, chocolate with strawberry syrup) until he was face to face with the ice cream display and—oh no, he felt faint.

Draco Malfoy should not be allowed to wear magenta.

Not because he looked bad, per-se (he looked ridiculous, like, fuck-me, ridiculous. With the hat, magenta, and the uniform, magenta, with his hair and his nose ring and a thick black choker). Mostly because the effect was a bit much, and Harry lost his ability to form speech when grey eyes finally deigned to grace him with a look.

“What can I get you, Sir?”

Blinked and blinked and sweated and blinked. “Malfoy,” Harry tried. “It’s me.”

“Indeed. So, ice cream, or…?”

Like a kick to the shin. “What? It’s—what are you even—it’s me. Harry Potter. Your, er, I mean, what are you doing selling ice cream in my park?”

One pierced eyebrow hitched. “My apologies. I wasn’t aware they’d made it your park.” With an overly-dramatic huff: “am I still allowed to work here, Mr. Potter?”

“What?” was really all he could give.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you order your ice cream, I’ll get it for you, and even refrain from spitting in it, as a personal favour. Then off you go on your merry little way and maybe get a new shirt because, sorry to say, but this one is painful on the eyes.”

“This shirt is painful on the eyes?” Harry growled, pointing at the magenta uniform, the magenta hat, the magenta backdrop of the cart.

“You’re right. Probably not the shirt. The face attached to it seems to be the problem. Now, Potter, there are people behind you, and it’s hot as fuck, so. Ice cream or sod off?”

For the longest moment he considered sodding off, but Teddy was sitting on that bench and looking very hopeful, and—charming little bubbles in rainbow colours all around him? Shit. “Erm, chocolate with raspberry syrup. Please.”

“Always were a man of high tastes,” Malfoy smirked, but he gave Harry a couple of scoops and a generous dousing of syrup, then charged him something exorbitant, then winked. Harry—had no time to deal with this.

Running back to Teddy (“hey, buddy, so, those bubbles, are you making them on purpose or…?”) with an already-dripping ice cream cone and a strange, swooping feeling in his belly (not hunger). By the time he’d spelled Ted’s hands clean, he already forgot about Malfoy and the whole thing.

Only remembered that night after bedtime. The back of his eyes when he shut them shone oddly magenta.

*

Went to the park the following week without Teddy (spending some time with Remus’s cousin). On his own, in a fairly-nice shirt and smart shoes. Not because, erm, just, he had to make sure. Right? Had to make sure.

The cart wasn’t where Harry’d seen it last week. Possibly he imagined the whole thing? He was overheated and terribly sleep-deprived. But on his way back to the car park, a different ice cream stand, where the staff seemed to be dressed in neon-green, and one of them was flipping Harry off.

Oh. It felt just like that in his chest: an oh. There he was.

Marched over with wholesome indignation, fist ready for the shaking. But Malfoy stepped out of the cart, leaning in its shadow. “Back for another go? We’ve got a new apple-kiwi flavour.”

“What happened to the,” big hand gesture, “magenta place?”

“Hmm? It’s still there. I just think green’s more my colour,” head titled back, long throat bare. “What do you want, Potter? Don’t tell me you came here for ice cream.”

“What if I did?” asked Harry, who didn’t.

Malfoy sighed. His eyes opened, large and startling. “Then I’d recommend you get in the queue and leave me the fuck alone.”

“And—” hand reaching out to stop him, no, Malfoy can’t leave, that’s not how this worked, “and what if it wasn’t ice cream I came for?”

“Then you need to make a decision. If it’s a brawl you want, you’d have to wait till after my shift. If it’s—something else,” suddenly he was very close, huffing warm breath on Harry’s face, “then you should really get here earlier.”

“What? Why?” paralysed by the proximity, buzzing on Malfoy’s sharp smell, apple and citrus and—kiwi?

“Potter, this is the ice-cream world. First come, first serve.” And he was off, back to the cart with his choker and his arse, for which such tight trousers should be made fucking illegal. Put his arm around his coworker, winked again. Harry didn’t like it, didn’t know what to do with the whole thing, with any of it. Took himself back home and sulked at the walls until too late at night.

Decided. It was even fairly easy. Fell asleep and dreamed of a forest, of the sea.

*

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“Brawl,” he announced when he finally found Malfoy, now wearing all yellow. “I want a brawl. You need to be punched, and I could take a few kicks, I reckon. Let’s brawl.”

“Hurray,” Malfoy smiled. “I finish at six. Meet me behind the pirate ship. And, Potter, you should probably wear something a little less nice if fisticuffs is what you’re going for.”

Not grinning (Malfoy thinks his shirt is nice?) Harry went back home, made lunch for Teddy, dreamed a little with his eyes open. Cleaned the debris of the cabinet Ted’s magic accidentally exploded, releasing candy flying everywhere, changed into joggers and a tee.

“Where are you going, again?” asked Ron, who came by to babysit. He settled down in the living room with a hand on the remote and the other around a huge bowl of popcorn.

“Nowhere special. Just a little walk in the park or something. Going to watch the new Spider-Lad?”

“Paw Patrol!” Teddy exclaimed, his whole face a toothless grin.

Ron rolled his eyes. “Paw Patrol? Again? Teddy, there’s a whole world of cinematic goodness for us to discover, and Auntie Hermione still thinks I’m full of it but there are whole films about animals who can talk!”

“Full of it,” Harry said.

“Shut up, mate, I’m serious! What do you say, Ted? A lion that can sing, or those pup detectives again?”

“Paw Patrol!”

“Okay. Paw Patrol it is.” A desolate, commiserating look to Harry: “Honestly, what is it tonight? You can’t stop smiling.”

“Nothing, nothing, I promise.” Nearly ran to the park, was there well before half-five, antsy and giddy and nervous. Walked around and around in circles, oblivious to the kids and families and shouts from the pirate ship. To anything that wasn’t—

Malfoy appeared, still in yellow, making him look slightly sallow and lanky. Coming closer. Harry’s heart was rioting in his chest, was going to deafen him.

“You came,” Malfoy said. He looked pleased. It was shaded behind the ride, a grassy area empty of trees. Malfoy dropped his backpack to the ground, pulled something out of it. Still crouched: “Do you want to count us down, or…?”

“Erm. Sure.” Harry’s never really done it like this before. Scheduled like a play-date or something. Malfoy was still on his knees near the bag. “Three… two… one?”

What attacked him was too soft and too cold to be hands—oh, Malfoy just dumped ice cream on his head, quickly melting into his hair, sticky down his throat, under his shirt. Tongue darting out to taste it: yuck, lemon.

“Bastard!” Harry cried, half-blinded with the soft substance, lunging at him with his eyes closed: “come here, you fucking, arsehole, let me,” found Malfoy’s hair and pulled. “You think this is funny?”

“Ow, ah, ha ha,” fucker, he really did, folded nearly in two in Harry’s arms, “it, gods, just too much—”

“Yeah? How would you like it if I,” scooping a dollop out of his hair and shoving it in the general area of Malfoy’s face, hopefully where the choking sounds were coming out of.

“Potter, stop, stop, I can’t,” laughing like a maniac, not even trying to kick Harry off. “Potter!”

Harry somehow managed to shove them both to the grass, where they’d started rolling, sticky and covered in horrible melting cream, both of them swimming in it, both of them laughing. “You’re such a git,” smearing as much as he could on Malfoy’s face, on his uniform, on his neck. Climbed atop him and pinned him down, laughing, laughing.

“You,” Malfoy sputtered, “P-otter, ha, I can’t, ow, ah—”

“Am I hurting you?” asked Harry, who only earlier today planned on punching him. Slid on top of Malfoy’s slimy clothes until he had one sticky cheek in his hand. “Malfoy, are you okay?”

He was still laughing. “Is this,” his chest heaving, “is this what you, ha, wanted?”

“No,” empathetically, laughing too. “You’re a lunatic. It’s—grand.”

“Honestly, when you came and, haha, brawl, I couldn’t—” wiping his eyes, it must sting, all this melted ice cream where it really shouldn’t be. “Ow, this was a terrible idea.”

Harry didn’t know if he agreed. Sticking his pinkie finger in the welling of liquid gathered under Malfoy’s collarbone, bringing it to his lips: “It’s actually not that bad.”

“Hmm?” looking up at Harry, those bright eyes. “Yes?”

“Here, have some.” It was half surprising, how gentle his finger was, tracing Malfoy’s bottom lip till it opened. How carefully he fed Malfoy his own ice cream. Half a surprise and half… not.

Malfoy licked his lips, made Harry’s whole body shiver. “Mm. Not the best. Come back tomorrow and I’d give you something really nice.”

“Can it maybe come in a cone?” this hopeful thing igniting in his belly. “You know, like normal ice cream?”

Malfoy was still laughing. Harry could feel it between his knees, where Malfoy’s ribs were shaking. “Sure. In a cone. You chicken.”

“I’m the—” incensed, Harry leaned down to swipe a big lick from Malfoy’s neckline all the way to his jaw. It tasted awful and slightly electrifying. Forgetting all about the rebuke, Harry did it again.

“Po—Potter,” a moan, when Harry sucked the salty-sweet skin. “Potter!”

“Sweet,” Harry said nonsensically. “You—it’s sweet.”

His smile, when it stretched in yucky, sticky lines on his face. Made Harry’s chest sort of spark. “I can be sweet, too. Just you wait.”

When he kissed him, he tasted like lemons.

*

The next day Teddy accidentally grew a tail and two ears while arguing another rewatch of Paw Patrol. The nice witch from Mungo’s said it was no issue, that they would probably spell off in a day or two. Gave them a very odd-looking hat and advised them to go out and enjoy this brilliant, sunny day.

What else could they do, then, but go to the park?

Walked around and around, rode the pirate ship three times, searched in every ice cream stand until, by total accident: “Potter,” with a tilt of his head. All in blue, a truly unfair sight. “And his little monkey, too.”

“I’m a pup!” Teddy shouted, running towards him. “Paw Patrol!”

“Indeed,” Malfoy agreed with a strange smile. “It’s good to meet you, Edward. I’m—”

“Draco Malfoy!” Teddy already knew? Somehow? “Uncle Harry talks about you all the—”

“Ha ha,” covering the whole little face with his hand, “he’s joking, of course. No, I, erm, probably told him a thing or two about the—ice cream, or something. Teddy, do you want some ice cream?”

“Mm-hmm!” from behind Harry’s hand. Pointing at a flavour that didn’t look much like anything, a blue blurb. 

Malfoy nodded, considering. “Excellent choice, young pup sir. Blueberry bubble-gum, coming right up. And for the gentleman?”

Teddy pointed at something that looked even less like it should be edible. Malfoy’s devilish grin told him he was correct in that assessment. “Hmm. Naturally, naturally. In fact, and if I might add—sprinkles?”

Ted started jumping up and down. His hat shifted slightly, showing what now were—

“Oh my,” Malfoy covered his own mouth, and what turned out to be laughter, “blue ears, Edward? That’s not something you see every day.”

Teddy came forward to watch how Malfoy scooped up the ice cream with the big spoon, eyes round. “Can I do that?” he turned to Harry. “Please, please, can I—”

“Why not? Hop in. I’ll show you how to do it so even your Uncle Harry is impressed.” And he guided Teddy’s hand to scoop up Harry’s ice cream, in what had to be at least twenty different health-code violations. “Do you want to do the sprinkles too?”

Was how they all ended up covered in sprinkles, and Malfoy closed off the stand (“smoking break, something, whatever,”) and they took a walk around the park till they found a slightly shaded area.

It really was a brilliant day. Teddy was happy enough even with the weird, itchy hat, and Malfoy was—bright blue. This thing melting in Harry’s chest felt uncomfortably close to ice cream.

*

On his lunch break the next day, Malfoy was wearing orange. He wondered if it was his ice-cream business, and he’s the one who changed colour every day; or if there truly were so many rivalling stands, each with their own theme. It didn’t matter. None of it did, besides for Malfoy’s lips, which stretched into a smile, and his eyes, crinkling with it too, and his hands, reaching out for Harry.

“So?” he asked when Harry was close enough to take one. “Did I pass. The test. The—dogged deliberation.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry laughed, pulled him closer.

“Teddy, of course! You brought him as your expert judge, I expect. What did he say? Am I allowed to do this?” brought Harry’s hand to his mouth, kissed it. “And, this?” pinched his side painfully.

“Ow! Bastard! I didn’t—Teddy was just off because of the whole, ear thing. I didn’t bring him to judge you or whatever.”

“So why did you come here?” eyebrow rising, rising. With that piercing that made Harry want to lick it. “I mean, there are many other things you could do on a day off, but you keep coming—here.”

“This is my park,” Harry reminded him gently. Malfoy scoffed, turned his face away. “Hey—”

“No, no, you’re right. Your park. I suppose that makes me your employee? Kinky shit, Sir.”

“Malfoy.” Tugged his chin up, made him look. “I keep coming here because I like you. Because you’re deranged and I don’t get you half the time and I like you. Is that enough, or do you want the whole song and dance?”

This half-smile he kept chewing on springing loose. “Ooh, there’s a dance?”

Harry kissed him, helpless with it. “You’re such an arsehole,” into his neck, and today Malfoy smelled like orange blossom and like mango, something addictive and crushing, unbearable. “How do you even,” inhaling deep, deep, “do this?”

“Magic, of course,” Malfoy laughed, and kissed him back.

The problem was it was magic. The problem was Harry couldn’t get enough. The main problem was, he couldn’t remember why that was a problem.

*

The next day he couldn’t go to the park again (something about staying an hour past his lunch break? Something about barely showing up to work in a week. Something about being an adult and having responsibilities, something silly). Harry texted the number Malfoy gave him, which might have been a joke, or a hoax, didn’t hope for much.

Got a reply a little too quickly. A photo of an ice cream stand, all in pink. Then an emoji with the tongue sticking out. Harry thought: this man is mad, and I might be head over heels for him. Smiled into his coffee cup and thought about what to cook for Teddy tonight. Maybe he’d invite Malfoy over? Maybe it could be a thing. God, could he make it a thing, could he build something out of it, this colourful whirlwind of a spark?

Closed his eyes: everything was pink, like a mouth puckered for a kiss, like cartoon hearts. Decided, and it was even fairly easy.

*

“You have to try the lavender.”

“Yes, Uncle Harry, try it, try it!”

Harry rolled his eyes, prayed for mercy. “Awfully suspicious, the two of you are being.”

“What! Teddington, I think your uncle just insulted us. Show him how we feel about that.” Teddy tried to pout, but he was smiling too much. “Very good. Now, come on, Harry, we made it especially for you!”

It was purple. The whole cart, the whole world, behind his eyelids and the silly suit Malfoy was wearing. Harry opened his mouth and let them stick a spoon in. Swallowed: lavender. Oddly nice, just a little sweet, just the way he liked it.

“You both are,” Harry tried, couldn’t find the word. Mad and brilliant and purple. “Ach, come here.” Wrapping his arms around all the sticky limbs he could find, this rumbling in his chest still, to this day, close to toppling him over.

It was very colourful, being alive.

In the distance Ted’s bubbles were distinctly purple, too. 

For the brilliant @purplehotmess who gave me such a sweet prompt! 

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Summer night (Jingo Raichi x reader)

Synopsis: Your boyfriend only wants to get some sleep, but even in the insane heat you insist on cuddles.

Tags: gn!reader x Jingo Raichi, established relationship, fluff, teasing and insulting as a love language, nonsexual nudity, Raichi puts his hand on reader's chest but without sexual intend, a bit of swearing

"You're gonna make me fucking overheat..." Raichi says as he somewhat roughly pushes you away from his body. But that doesn't last long because, in a matter of seconds, your arms are wrapped around your boyfriend once again.

Usually, he doesn't mind your clinginess - he actually adores it very much - but ever since the AC broke a few days ago and the temperatures have been staying high even at night, falling asleep has become hard for him. Especially because you seem to be unable to fall asleep without having Raichi in your arms.

For the past few days, he was able to deal with it. But tonight it's much hotter and even the window that's wide open doesn't help.

"I told you to get a new AC..." You say while nuzzling your face against his neck. "It's not my fault how hot it is here..."

"You know how expensive they are..." Raichi pushes you away again. He doesn't seem to be annoyed by you, he's just bothered by the heat in general.

"How am I supposed to..." Raichi mumbles as he turns away, facing his back towards you, "...sleep when I'm literally melting."

And once again, it doesn't take long until you're pulling your boyfriend in for another hug. "You'll manage..."

"You're fucking disgusting, by the way." Raichi mumbles, "Your shirt is soaked in your sweat." His tone is slightly teasing and even without seeing it, you know there's a grin on his face.

"It's not that bad." You finally let him go and move a bit to the side, but it's not making either of you sweat any less.

"How do you not feel uncomfortable in that shirt?" Raichi asks with the same hint of teasing in his voice.

"Shut up." You respond before sitting up to take your shirt off. Raichi doesn't notice that because his back is still turned towards you. Only when you hug him once more and he feels your naked chest against his back, he realized you took your shirt off.

This time, Raichi doesn't try to push you off and doesn't tell you to move away, either. He knows it'd only be a matter of seconds until he'd be back in your embrace. Also, he still enjoys being so close to you. Only the heat makes it hard to deal with.

"...At least the yucky sweaty shirt is gone now." Raichi turns around to face you again. He places a short kiss on your cheek before he continues talking. "Why didn't you take it off sooner anyways? I did before we even went to bed."

You actually feel a bit stupid fot that and don't have a good response, so the next best idea that pops into your mind is to insult your boyfriend - it's a love language between the teo of you anyways. "I'm not a whore like you."

Your insult catches Raichi off guard, and after he let it sit for a moment, he can't help but laugh. "Did you seriously just call me a whore?"

In response, you give him the most innocent look you can manage. "...Maybe."

To tease you back, Raichi puts one of his hands on your chest and waits for your response with a stupid grin on his face. You're actually about to react to it, but it's already so late at night and the heat has exhausted you to the point where you simply fall asleep in the matter of seconds.

As soon as he notices you just fell asleep, Raichi lets out a little sigh and stays in the same position with you. "...I think I'll get us a new AC tomorrow." He whispers and closes his eyes. But unlike you, he's still not able to fall asleep. You just look too cute to push away again, though.

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1024UB CHAPTER TWO: COULD YOU BE ANYMORE OBVIOUS?

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choosan: who’s there rn? kikiki: me, jongho, joong gyuday: hwa nd i are literally 3 ft away yeoman: woo is taking forever in the bathroom smh gyuday: if y’all don’t leave soon i’m going to eat all the meat yeoman: we’re now on our way wooah: AH DONT EAT ALL THE MEAT GYU PLS IM SO HUNGRY wooah: MY MEAT wooah: MY HEART wooah: MY LOVE gyuday: someone take his phone away from him.

San laughed at the messages as he got into the building and waited for the elevator. The door opened with a ding, and right as San stepped inside, someone yelled at him to hold the door. San held the door, and in came Iseul. San kind of expected Yunho to follow behind, but he realized that Yunho didn’t have his evening class today, so he stayed at home. Iseul smiled at him as they watched the elevator doors close.

“Are you going to stop at home and then go up?” she asked him.

“I probably should… I have my bag still,” San tried so hard to keep his voice normal— he hadn’t been alone with Iseul in a while.

“Well, I’m going to, so if you want to leave your stuff at home, I’ll come with,” Iseul offered.

“Yeah, okay, sounds good,” San had to refrain from sounding overly enthusiastic.

They stopped at Iseul’s apartment first, and Iseul literally just threw her bag inside. San felt his chest tighten with anxiety— he could never just throw his bag anywhere considering that all of his most expensive possessions resided in his bag. San must’ve been staring a bit longer than he should have because Iseul patted his shoulder, a zap of electricity going down his spine.

“You good?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah, I’m good,” San assured her.

The two went over to San’s apartment, arriving right as Yunho opened the door.

“Welcome home,” Yunho greeted San first. “Oh, Iseul, what’re you doing here?”

“San and I shared the elevator. We decided we’d put our bags back before heading up to Mingi and Jongho’s.”

“Okay, in that case, I’ll wait for you guys and we all can go up together,” Yunho’s smile was blinding.

San forced a less bright smile onto his face as he went into the apartment and carefully put his bag in his room. San loved Yunho, don’t get him wrong, but how is it that every single time he wants to talk to Iseul he’s there? Yunho definitely wasn’t intentionally sabotaging San, but at this rate, San was going to lock Yunho up just so he can talk to Iseul for at least more than five minutes.

The three went to Mingi and Jongho’s place, and they were the last ones there, but usually when it came to ROD parties, they all waited until everyone was there to start drinking. San was the last one in, and the second his body crossed the threshold, everyone immediately started drinking. Within seconds, there was only one can of beer left.

“Hey! Last beer!” Wooyoung pointed at the lonely can sitting on the dining table.

Everyone crowded around the last beer, and honest to God, San could see the can start to sweat. They all put one finger on the can— it was a ritual they started back in their first year of college. They always played fingers with the last can to figure out who would go grab more alcohol on their own dime. Nine times out of ten, it was Mingi who was the unlucky soul, as was the case this time around.

“God fucking dammit. Guys, I’m a broke college student, too,” Mingi tried to appeal.

“Shut up, business major. You lost fair and square,” Hongjoong shot him down.

“Fuck you, Honjoong. I’ll be back” Mingi cursed as he angrily grabbed his wallet and left the apartment, the door slamming on his way out.

Unfazed, the group dispersed to do whatever it is they wanted to do that night. Seonghwa and Wooyoung were always in charge of the food. No one else was allowed in the kitchen, not that anyone complained because no one else really wanted to cook. Sometimes, if Seonghwa or Wooyoung were too lazy or tired, they ordered delivery. They couldn’t always do that, otherwise they’d actually have no money left.

This day, they decided to have a video game tournament, first with Mario Kart, then Super Smash Bros. San, along with Yunho, Jongho, and Yeosang, were playing the first round— much to the dismay of the boys cooking in the kitchen.

“Ah! Not fair! I want to play too!” Wooyoung sulked loudly from the kitchen.

Hongjoong snapped his fingers at Wooyoung and pointed to a board with all of their names on it (except for his and Mingi’s) in a bracket. He tapped the second bracket and said, “You’re in heat two, Woo.”

��I wanted to play first…”

Seonghwa hit him over the head with a towel, Wooyoung turning around to yell at him, only to see that his meat was very close to burning. “Ah! My meat!”

“Please, for the love of God, stop saying “my meat.” It’s sounds way wrong,” Gyuri complained.

“It’s my meat, what are you going to do about it?”

“Hwa, if you don’t beat his ass, I will,” Gyuri cracked her knuckles.

Seonghwa hit Wooyoung over the head with the towel again and said, “Just finish making the food, please. The faster we finish, the faster you get to play.”

San, meanwhile, was in heat one. He decided to partner with Yunho and sabotage Yeosang and Jongho on their last race. They were actually succeeding until San felt something touch his shoulder. He looked to see that Iseul was leaning in between him and Yunho, her hair resting on his own shoulder. San got so flustered that he drove off the map entirely.

“San! What the fuck?” Yunho elbowed San in the ribs as he continued to grip the controller.

“Sorry, I got distracted!”

“By what?!”

“Uh… Wooyoung saying “my meat”?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling you— oh my God, wait, Yeosang has a blue shell!”

“Fuck!” Yunho directed all of his attention to the screen.

He was racing in first, and after San fell off the map, he fell from second to third, Yeosang in fourth. With an evil grin on his face, Yeosang deployed the blue shell, and with his sheer luck, the blue shell hit San on its way to Yunho. Jongho and Yeosang ended up in first and second respectively in the last race as well as the grand prix all together, Yunho ending in fourth. He put San in a chokehold and yelled, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You formed an alliance with me, but it was a fake alliance? How could you betray me like this?”

“Top ten anime betrayals!” Gyuri called from afar.

“Damn right!” Yunho agreed before releasing San from his torturous grip, the choking boy coughing dramatically.

Just then, Mingi burst into the apartment, bags of beer strung along his long arms and two cases of soju in his hands. Everyone started cheering upon seeing him, Mingi bowing several times before he proudly presented his shopping.

“Soju!” Wooyoung tried to run away from his cooking, but Seonghwa had a tight grip on his collar.

“Please, Woo, we’re almost done.”

Gyuri got up from her seat, Mingi immediately throwing himself on the empty seat, his arms dangling. She approached Wooyoung and whispered something in his ear, Wooyoung happily handing her his apron and running over to the mounds and mounds of alcohol Mingi supplied.

“So you do have money…” Hongjoong quipped. “Interesting.”

Mingi seemed too exhausted to retort, so he settled for giving him the stink eye and flipping him off.

San turned to Wooyoung and asked, “What did Gyu tell you?”

“Oh, she said she’d help Seonghwa with the last part,” Wooyoung smiled widely. “She said I could go drink… I love her.”

San rolled his eyes at him. “She’s a bad influence. You should stop drinking.”

“Hush, the heart wants what the heart wants,” Wooyoung pressed a finger against San’s lips.

San attempted to bite Wooyoung’s finger, causing the boy to run off. San lingered near Mingi and the alcohol as he observed Gyuri with Seonghwa. He was leaning over her shoulder and showing her how to do whatever it is that he wanted her to do, and every time he made slight contact with her, she tensed up. San could see that her ears were getting redder by the second, and it took everything in him to not laugh out loud at how coy she was acting with him. This was definitely not the Gyuri everyone knew and loved— heck, this just wasn’t Gyuri. San hypothesized that an alien took over her body at some point during the night, which was why she was acting all sorts of weird. At least Seonghwa was oblivious, and at least no one else seemed to be paying attention to them.

“What are you looking at?” a voice piped up from behind him.

San jumped and turned to see Iseul standing right behind him. He got so startled that his elbow hit a table, his arm immediately tingling painfully. He held his elbow tightly, Iseul’s hands covering her mouth.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asked as she touched his elbow.

Another wave of tingles went down his arm, but it was more like electricity than pain this time. San pursed his lips, desperately trying not to blush as Iseul rubbed his arm lightly. Iseul opened her mouth to say something, only for Seonghwa to announce, “Food’s ready!”

Everyone gathered around the kitchen island (because Jongho and Mingi didn’t have enough chairs around the dining table) and ate, conversations flying here and there. They all ate peacefully and happily until all the food disappeared from sight. Game night resumed, and San was surprised to see that Gyuri was not in the second heat, or on the board at all. In front of the TV on the ground sat Seonghwa, Wooyoung, Iseul, and Mingi, the rest of the group sitting in the surrounding sofas. San stood next to Gyuri as they observed the screaming children on the ground.

“You didn’t want to play?” San asked.

“I don’t want to play when…” Gyuri trailed off.

“Lemme guess, when Hwa is around?”

“Bingo.”

“That’s fair. I’d be careful if I were you, though.”

“Why?” Gyuri furrowed her eyebrows.

“It’s so obvious that you treat Hwa differently than the rest of us. If the wrong person sees, then everyone will know you like him,” San explained.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gyuri crossed her arms over her chest and looked away from him.

“You don’t know or you don’t want to know?”

“…Shut up.”

San and Gyuri ended up sitting at the dining table, watching the game go down from afar. Seonghwa and Iseul ended up winning the second heat, which meant they were going to be going against Jongho and Yeosang for the last heat. Sulking, Wooyoung joined San and Gyuri at the table, Mingi and Hongjoong following closely behind. San looked at the crew on the ground to see that Yunho was cheering everyone (mainly Iseul) on as the third grand prix was about to begin. He could feel a small frown start to form on his face as Iseul giggled at every little thing Yunho did.

“Wooyoung ith thad,” Wooyoung interrupted San’s thoughts, his cutesy lisp and delivery of his words in the third person earning groans from Hongjoong and Gyuri.

“Woo, what will it take for you to stop with the baby voice for the rest of the night,” Gyuri asked.

“Hmm, Wooyoung wanth ithe cream!”

“Come, let’s get you some ice cream,” Gyuri took Wooyoung’s hand as if he were a child and stood up. To the crew on the ground she called out, “We’re getting ice cream!”

“Cool, I want—”

“No! Only cool kids get ice cream,” Mingi interrupted Seonghwa, who was about to put his order in.

Mingi put his arm around Gyuri, and the three of them walked out the door. 

“Hey, wait, I’m a cool kid!” Seonghwa argued.

“You’re a cool mom, that’s different,” Hongjoong shook his head.

Hongjoong grabbed San’s arm and followed the three who left earlier out the door.

♤

“Thank you, Gyu,” Wooyoung grinned happily as Gyuri handed him his ice cream.

The five of them sat outside of the convenience store, eating ice cream that Gyuri generously bought for them. San inhaled his chocolate ice cream as he thought about how close Yunho and Iseul were, and he angrily chewed his spoon as he regretted not taking biology so he could be partnered with Iseul instead of Yunho.

“Ayo, San, chill,” Mingi pulled the now-destroyed spoon out of San’s mouth.

“You good, San?” Hongjoong asked.

San, still unaware that the spoon was no longer in his mouth, nodded and said, “Yeah, why?”

Mingi held up the spoon. San stared at it for a good several seconds and tried to come up with a lie before scratching aimlessly at his face. “Ah, I guess I’m just mad that I didn’t make it to the third heat,” he lied.

San could feel Gyuri’s eyes on him as Wooyoung gave him a big hug. “It’s okay! We can go back and beat them at Super Smash Bros next!”

San hugged Wooyoung back before responding, “Nah, I’m good for tonight. I think I’m just going to go home and sleep. Maybe watch some anime before I do.”

He didn’t put any special emphasis on the word, but he kind of hoped Gyuri would catch his drift— he really wanted and needed her company.

“Wow, you’re such a sore loser,” Mingi laughed at San.

“I wouldn’t be talking if I were you, Mr. Got-So-Angry-That-The-Coffee-Table-Shattered,” Gyuri called Mingi out.

“For the last time, I wasn’t angry, that coffee table was already scratched up! It just happened to break at that moment.”

“Yeah, the moment you put your fist through it,” Hongjoong snorted in derision.

Mingi fumed and sulked as he returned to his ice cream. San hugged Wooyoung and wished everyone a good night before walking back towards 1024UB, his hands jammed in his front pockets. He heard footsteps approaching from behind and saw that Gyuri had caught up to him. “You caught on.”

“Of course.”

“What did you tell them?”

“I said I’d walk with you because I wanted to go home before Wooyoung could beg me to stay and play video games with them,” Gyuri laughed. 

San couldn’t help but laugh too.

As they stood in the elevator, San started to fidget a little. He knew that this arrangement of theirs was originally his idea, but he still couldn’t help but feel nervous. It was much easier to just do it with someone random that he met online or in person even though he thought it would actually be easier to get with a friend. He and Gyuri weren’t necessarily that close, so it was fine, but hooking up with the same person instead of a one-night-stand? He had never really done that before, and he never expected he’d do it for longer than one month.

When they arrived at his apartment and as he typed in the code, he noticed that Gyuri, even though no one was around, still kept a little distance between them. Maybe she was as nervous as he was. That reassured San more than it should have, because the second they entered the apartment and the door shut behind them, San grabbed Gyuri by the waist and kissed her, his other hand supporting the back of her neck. His hand went under her shirt, his fingertips trailing up to her bra hooks, but not touching her bra just yet.

Gyuri offered a little bit of resistance and was able to push him away slightly as she asked breathlessly, “You have protection, right?”

“Yes, of course,” San confirmed.

Gyuri nodded, and the two resumed kissing. There were two things San could say with certainty as he kissed her: one, she was an amazing kisser, and two, he felt nothing. Well, technically he was getting turned on, but his heart wasn’t racing the same way it did when Iseul was around looking at him, touching him.

They got to his bedroom, and Gyuri sat on the bed and undressed herself as San closed the door and made sure the door was locked. He didn’t realize he had sighed until Gyuri pointed it out.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You’re sighing.”

“Oh… I don’t know…” San sat on the bed next to her and exhaled again. “I think I’m just overthinking her.”

“I guess all I can say is just don’t think about it too much, or you’ll end up upsetting yourself further.”

San nodded and locked eyes with Gyuri. He reached out for her face and pulled her into him, their lips meeting again briefly. He then got undressed and hovered above Gyuri. He hesitated again before he leaned down and kissed her on her lips, then her neck, then her collarbone. He pushed himself up again and looked into Gyuri’s eyes.

“Just tell me what to do,” she whispered.

Iseul’s face flashed in his mind. He resumed his trail of kisses and let his body take control of his mind, letting this agreement of theirs do the work as he let all the worries and anxieties he had let build up throughout the night go.

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From A Distance

Prompt: So, your best friend meets a superhero...

And of course, it being Freddy Freeman and all, he goes all in, faster than the Flash. He never meant to neglect you in the process. Truly! Besides...you weren't feeling too bad about it. You totally understood and would be there for him, by his side like you had already been for years, no matter what. Wouldn't you? ... Wouldn't he?

Timeline: During/Post Shazam!, Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Angst (hurt/comfort)⚡️Swearing⚡️Raised Voices⚡️Crying⚡️Comfort/Forgiveness⚡️Freddy being a dummy⚡️Mutual pining

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns!

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       "Freddyyyy...! . . . Oh shit-..."

What at first was a joyful call upon bursting into his room, it quickly cut off into a quiet murmur, your (E/C) eyes landing on, not only the curly-head you had near scared to death, but another boy standing beside him. The room went silent, you tucking in your lips awkwardly to hold back an amused grin at their blank stares of confusion.

       "Uhm-"

       "Dude, how did you even get in here...?!" Freddy laughed suddenly and wildly, a grin stretching onto his face when you further shuffled into the room.

       "Duh, I broke in." You joked, your gaze shifting between your best friend and the mystery kid. "What about him? Is he about to rob the place, too?"

       Freddy watched you, both of your eyes playful as you pretended to pick-pocket small trinkets from his desk and into your pockets.

       "Nah, he's new."

       Your jesting intent vanished into a look of surprise, having known exactly what his words meant.

       "(Y/N), this is Billy! I'm sure he'd gladly shake your hand, but he barely talks, so, I dunno."

       Billy swiftly rolled his green eyes at the statement, and immediately, you couldn't help but dislike his presenting attitude. How could anyone remain so hostile with Freddy around? He was sweet and kind, funny, and always aiming to please. There was no need for anyone to be rude to him.

       Not that it really stopped the Breyers, but, not the point.

       You simply just couldn't fathom why anyone would find him annoying or...whatever! Not when you had been around the boy since the sixth grade. Not when he was so gentle and understanding, an amazing drawer with such cool hobbies and interests. Did you already mention sweet and kind? Not when he had the biggest, coffee-brown eyes and the most adorable pattern of freckles. The craziest laugh that always made you cackle ten times harder. The cutest nose, the softest looking lips...

"Why...why is she literally about to explode?"

       "Pfft-"

       Freddy snorted at Billy's murmured observation, leaving it now your turn to roll your eyes. Even so, you truly couldn't hide the deep blush as you desperately tried to cease the shaking in your hands. Freddy noticed this, keeping his true thoughts to himself while he watched you wipe the sweat away on the denim of your jeans and finally offer a polite hand to Billy.

       He wondered why you blushed so hard all of the sudden, why your hands shook the moment you had been introduced to a kid you barely even knew. Hell, that he barely even knew! It was odd, seeing as you were never like that with him or anyone else you both mutually knew.

       He had only ever seen you this way about some random celebrity you liked. About...-

       "Y’know, your features kind of remind me of Jacob Elordi."

       Billy's brows furrowed a bit at your comment, reluctantly taking your hand only to soon regret it.

       "...Who?"

       'Oh god...' Freddy thought, annoyed with the fact he had not only been indirectly friend-zoned (for the millionth time), but was also now faced with possible competition.

       "Oh god...!" Freddy then let out exasperatingly, tipping his head back before placing himself right back into his desk chair. "Don't get her started, man. She's never gonna sto-"

       "-Hush!" You quickly interjected, before doing just that. "He's this actor from this show I like called Euphoria! You both kinda got the whole brown hair, green eyes thing going on, and you both have kinda prominent noses!"

       "I..." Billy started, but you hadn't heard, lost in your own thoughts and observations.

       "But he's a lot taller. And your eyes are a little more upturned. And you have dimples, which, I don't think he does. And your jaw is a lot more square. And-!"

       "-I don't know who you're talking about." Billy cut in plainly. "And you can let go of my hand now."

       Your brows knitted for a moment. Both at his bluntness and his statement before looking down and realizing you truly had been subconsciously shaking the boy's hand throughout your entire rant.

       "Oh shit..." You mumbled again, swiftly pulling away and cursing it when you felt your cheeks grow hot a second time in embarrassment.

       "Sorry..."

       "Yeah..." And with that, he gave one last glance around the entire room before pushing the strap of his backpack further up his shoulder.

       "Bathroom?"

       "Second door to your right." You and Freddy jinxed, sending each other the slightest of smiles at the coincidence while Billy was already halfway out of the door.

       "Thanks..."

       You finally let out the huff of air you hadn't realized you were hanging onto, moving towards Freddy's bottom bunk and pulling his pillow into your lap as you sat.

       "Well...he's a real charmer, isn't he?"

       "Yeah, he's not been told very many jokes." Was Freddy's quick response to your sarcasm. You were swift to dish out more, though, always able to match the boy's energy the longer you had been with him.

       "Mm. Maybe you're just not funny."

       "Augh-!" He gasped/scoffed, pressing a hand to his heart in deep offense. You gave an innocent shrug, giggling at him as he made attempts to defend himself.

       "I quite literally am the most funniest person you will ever meet, (N/N). I-I can't even believe you just said what you just said-"

"-Ryan Reynolds."

       "Like, I- Hm..." Freddy quit mid-rant, nodding slowly with a point in your direction as if to give you props for your suggestion.

       "Okay, second. Second most funniest. But you can't deny that I am funny, I mean, you laugh at all of my jokes!"

       Against your will, it seemed, you found yourself giggling as you shook your head. Freddy nodding his faster while he struck out a hand exaggeratingly.

       "See?! See?! Look at you, giggling away as if I'm just...just some clown sitting here for your amusement."

       "God, Freddy...!" You cackled, having burst into real laughter that Freddy couldn't help but find himself admiring. A light pink even dusted behind his freckles, his heart speeding up once having accomplished bringing a genuine laugh out of you. He heard it damn near everyday, of course, but it never seemed to get old. It was why he was the tiniest bit sad to see it go upon watching your bury your face into his pillow to hide it.

        It didn't last long, though, giggling himself when he saw you kick your feet furiously like a child to subdue your contagious laughter. What he couldn't see was the sudden scent you took in when you were finally able to gather yourself, forest pine meeting your nose with quick familiarty and comfort. Your own heart began to race, almost wanting to take another whiff while another hot flash began to set in. But, knowing it'd be too obvious, you decided against it and reluctantly lifted your head back up along with a comment that made Freddy roll his eyes at you.

       "He did remind me of Jacob Elordi, though."

       "Ugh...!"

       "What?!" You gasped in offense at his groan. "Dude, he's cute! Let me like who I like...!"

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       Your words had rang through the boy's head all night long, early into the morning soon after he woke up, and even now during lunch as he made his way through the school halls and amidst the crowd of students going the same direction.

       '...And your eyes are a little more upturned. And you have dimples! And more of a square jaw...'

       'Let me like who I like!'

       'Maybe you're just not funny.'

       'Dude, he's cute!'

       'He's cute!'

       'He's cute!'

       'Who's cute?!' Freddy thought, shaking his head as if he were speaking aloud. 'Was she talking about Billy or Jacob?'

       He prayed it was Jacob because at least then, Freddy had a chance. A celebrity living millions of miles away, way too old for you...

       Yeah. That's right. Freddy had done his research. A long time ago at that, leading him to believe that he most certainly had him beat.

       For starters, he was here in Fawcett City with you, so...

       But Freddy deeply didn't think his heart could take it if you were talking about Billy, who had already proven himself the 'cool and collected', 'bad boy' type. And, from other prior research, girls tend to aim for that a lot more than some goofy nerd with a crutch...

       The scene he came upon further proved his point, having made it through the cafeteria doors and instantly caught sight of you and Billy sitting together. A smirk tugged at his lips, watching yet hardly listening to you rant on and on and on about who-knew-what. Billy was amused at your lack of awareness for his own lack of care, but the interaction looked all too different to Freddy, who continued to watch from a distance as he grabbed his food.

       The lunch line inched forward unbearably slow, but it gave the freckled-faced boy enough time to further assess the situation. Trying not to make it obvious he was staring, only to whip his head back if and when he thought he heard your laugh. Tucking in his lips while just simply imagining the cocky or charming things he was spewing to possibly win you over.

       He felt a little selfish at first, but...Freddy had to put a stop to it before it could progress any further.

       "Flight or invisibility...?!"

       You jumped at the sudden voice of your best friend, the boy slamming his plastic tray of school food onto the table and squeezing a chair in between yours and Billy's.

       "Oh gosh..." You sighed, already prepared for the series of information about to come next. Billy, for obvious reasons, was not. His smirk never faltered, but the confusion was still quite clear as he gave a curt, "What?"

       "Flight or invisibility?" Freddy repeated, but didn't even give Billy a chance to answer before he was off.

       "Ya' see? Everybody chooses flight! Wanna know why?"

       "...So they can fly away from this conversation?"

       A snort came from your lips, but you swiftly turned it into fake coughs and the clearing of your throat at Freddy's side-eye. So, you were left with nothing to do but pick at you own food and tune out the rant you had heard nearly a bajillion times. The only thing that hadn't gotten tiring was seeing the bright glint in his eye while he talked about superpowers. A smile stretched across his face that put a grin on your own while he used his hands and arms expressively.

       The shake of his curls, the pitch and volume of his voice all over the place, the urge to just 'boop!' his little nose whenever it scrunched up.

       "...Sneaking around every-everywhere, 'tis- it-...it's a total villain power, right?!"

       The embarrassment of everyone staring at your table as a result of Freddy's shouting snapped you out of your trance. Outside of the heat slowly rising to your cheeks at the attention, you were almost thankful. You felt as though you had no right to be crushing over the boy when he clearly had no thoughts of you other than being a best friend. For the past four years, it had been nothing but superheroes, shit-talking, and whatever else best friends do between you two, and you were confident in keeping it that way as to not ruin what good you already had.

       "You're coming on a little strong, don't you think?" You asked as the conversation of the cafeteria began to pick back up, watching while Freddy swiftly gathered his food and crutch to follow Billy.

       "Hush, (Y/N). I'm just trying to be nice. And I want my bullet back."

       "Uh huh..." You nodded, resting your chin against the palm of your hand while your elbow sat on the table. "Are you sure you don't want me to go with? In case he makes a run for it, I mean."

       "Oh, har-har, you're hilarious." Freddy scoffed, rolling his brown eyes while you giggled lightly. Before he left, he pointed a stern finger at you, raising his brows which caused you to roll your own eyes.

       "Seriously, though. Stay."

       "Woof." Was your only comment, causing him to throw you a joking wink.

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       That was the last you saw of him. Well, not the complete last, but things felt...different.

       It was never hard for him to make you smile. Whether that be a result of your inevitable infatuation with him or just the fact that he effortlessly tickled your funny bone was unknown. But regardless, your grin felt bittersweet while you watched him. Not in person at the edge of your bed, or over FaceTime on your phone...

       But on the glowing screen of your laptop, watching his latest YouTube video upload from what once was a dead channel now blowing up under the new name, "Hero Manager" unlike the quirky, original one you two had made up a long while ago. "Superman's Left Ankle". God, you thought you two were twelve-year-old, miniature Kevin Hart's with that one.

       Although, Freddy had always been the true comedian of your duo, and it was easily displayed now for millions to see.

       "Shoot 'im in the face!!"

         Including you, in the darkness of your lonely room.

       "Single. Bound."

       You had gone through hours of footage, you were sure of it.

       "Faster than a locomotive...!"

       Just marveling at the fact that Freddy was seemingly achieving his dream. He met a real life superhero! And was his apparent manager of all things!

       "What did'ya' see?! Did ya' see boobies? Were there nipples? Why-...why aren't you talking?!"

        All of it bittersweet, because he never once told you. He never even mentioned the fact of a new superhero in Fawcett City, let alone telling you all of the daunting stories of being his personal sidekick. Not that he had to, of course. But given that you'd known him for so long and practically shared the obsession, you'd think...

       He hadn't been talking to you much at all, now that you thought about it. He was no longer spending hours at a time at your house or texting you constantly with whatever odd thoughts plagued his mind. You missed his good morning memes and the walks to school, avoiding the Breyer twins like the plague in a weird mix of fun and fear while discovering new routes to school. Like it was a scene out of Mission: Impossible or something.

       The only contact you two had shared within the past couple of weeks was him brushing past you swiftly in the hallway, attached to Billy at the hip. His new brother. Without even so much as a quick, "Hey." or a nod of recognition.

       To say you were jealous was the least of it. Hell, hardly envious at all, knowing it was more of an irritation you kept pushing deep, deep, down. Letting it fester into resent that would bubble up to your chest. As a result, you slammed you laptop shut, unable to take hearing Freddy's voice through videos that you had watched over a million times already, even though they were spammed and recent.

       'Ding!'

       Your flushed body calmed, the hot flash subsiding when your phone alerted you of a new text. You almost hated the way how quick giddy grew in replacement of your vexation. How you hoped this could be the chance at a real conversation. Of course, you wouldn't immediately push with strong questions. The boy wasn't stupid, he had to have known you've seen the videos by now.

       You, of all people! Hell, you were one of his first ten viewers the second you saw he uploaded. 'Watch Hero Manager's First Video!' Was the notification, and God, you felt pride and excitement swell in your chest for him. So, of course, you'd gently lean yourself towards bringing up him and his new adventures with The Human Powerstorm. The Red Cyclone. Zap-tain America. Captain Sparkle Fingers.

       Whatever his name was...

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Freddy<3💙

do u have the hmw answers 4 our second period?

Seen

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     Your face fell, shoulders dropping from a tense excitement you hadn't realized you were holding. Your bottom lip went tugged in between your teeth, almost stinging at the sensation from how often you had been picking at it from nerves.

       'No, no,' You thought, hurriedly typing your message. 'I can revive this.'

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Freddy<3💙

do u have the hmw answers 4 our second period?

Yeah I do!

I didn't think you were gonna do any hmw tho, you seem pretty busy lately😅

kinda. thnx (N/N)

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       "Ugh...!" You felt childish for letting out such a tantrumous groan. Not that you could help it, flinging back down onto your bed and staring up at the ceiling to push back the tears that threatened to appear. This was how all of your newly short conversations went as of late. In person or over text.

       He'd get you all riled up, hopes higher than the moon, when he tapped your shoulder or sent you a late night text. Just for it to be something stupid like, "Do you have a pencil?"

       "Do you have the homework? Lemme' copy."

       "...You look kind of tired."

       That one nearly sent you tipping over the edge that day. Of-fucking-course you were tired! Tired of him acting like you no longer mattered, because now he has a new best friend. Tired of him practically ignoring you whenever you did try to pretend things were normal! When you would attempt to ramble to him about the Breyers picking on solely you, now that Freddy was ditching everyday, making him barely a target. When you wanted to talk about the things you always did.

       You got tired of missing his laughter and his jokes, the way his hair fell lazily on his head and there you were, to brush it with your fingers into submission. Tired of missing his eyes and his freckles that matched, the clicking sound of his crutch against the ground when he'd walk beside you, the way he would breeze past you to grab something and you'd smell the faintest of sweet pine.

       "Fuck this..." You grumbled, hastily pushing yourself off of your mattress and to your closet. You slipped on a pair of the first shoes you saw and threw on a jacket. You wouldn't be out too long, you assumed. You were tired of missing your best friend, especially when he was just next door.

       You were so tired of things feeling so different all of the sudden, because things were different. And you couldn't stand it any longer. Not when it hurt this bad. Not when it physically made your chest ache as you marched out of the front door of your house and down the sidewalk.

       Two houses and you were there, knocking on the door of the foster family household. Maybe a little too urgently, unknitting your brows at the way Rosa had met your (E/C) eyes with slight worry.

       "Oh! (Y/N), sweetie!" She gasped, pulling you in for a much needed hug. Her body heat shielded you from the cold air nipping at any part of you that might've gone uncovered. "It's felt like forever since I've seen you last; where've you been?"

       "Uh..."

      Had it really been that long? You almost shook your head against her shoulder. Yeah, you had just established it had been a couple of weeks, but what you didn't realize was how odd it must've been to everyone else. No more tea parties with Mary and Darla, no music sessions with Pedro or video game competitions with Eugene and Victor. No baking with Rosa...

        In your mess of yearning for Freddy, you forgot to yearn for them, too, not that anything really stopped you from coming over sooner. Other than the unbearable awkwardness, that is.

       "Just got a little caught up with school, is all."

       "Well," Rosa sighed with a smile, finally letting you go and ushering you inside the heat of the house. "At least Freddy wasn't dragging you into all of his mess. Him and Billy have been up to so much, lately."

       "Oh, wow." You sighed gently, trying not to let offense nor uninterest slip in your tone. How oblivious the woman was, not realizing that's something else you had missed that came along with knowing one Freddy Freeman. His wild and crazy shenanigans. Although, unlike Billy and him, the two of you had never ditched school...

       "Where is he?"

       Jealously clouded your mind, but you fought it to keep your voice light and even plaster on a polite smile, which Rosa returned.

       "In his room. Why don't you go on up and say hi? I'm sure he'll be happy to see you!" And with that, she was off to tend to the rest of her kids, leaving you to trot up the stairs and plant your feet at his bedroom door.

       You found yourself thankful, almost completely relieved, that it was shut. It gave you time to actually think for a moment, to prep your words and statements without solely relying on spur of the moment emotions.

       'Freddy, I...'

       You made the pivots on your heels as if you were going to pace back and forth, but didn't knowing it might be too loud.

       'I've been missing you lately. Which I know wouldn't be happening if you weren't ignoring me... No, that's too forward and condescending. I feel like we aren't really...close anymore. I know you've been...busy...lately. But when's the last time we've-?...Ugh, no.'

       The pit in your stomach weighed heavy, and if you remained here any longer, you thought you might cry at just the thought of saying things all wrong. You couldn't predict his reactions, nor his words, so you were just going to have to twist the knob and find out.

       "Wha-?! Oh. Oh! It's you!" You nodded, fighting a giggle at Freddy's bewildered reaction. You wanted to remain semi-serious for this conversation, even if his wide smile almost completely stopped that from happening. You watched as he paused a round of Mortal Kombat on the-

       'Woah...'

       Where the fuck did that come from?! A new TV, definetly higher quality than the old box TV that used to sit in its place. It was here you finally noticed all of the surrounding empty cardboard boxes. A new XBox, PlayStation, and set of controllers. New video games, some you swore you had already planned to buy him this Christmas. New merch littered the floor and his bed, new trinkets, new...everything.

       "Where the hell did you get all of this stuff?" You asked, curious as to how it was even affordable when the boy was only making ten bucks a week doing his chores. And that was if he did them at all.

       You barely received and answer, hardly a grumbled, "Early presents..." before he cleared off his desk to make room for-

       "I'm actually kinda glad you just brought the homework over instead. Your pictures are always kinda blurry and it's hard to read."

       ". . .Huh?"

       Your jealously bubbled back up into your chest again. No, no not jealously. It had shifted into something more than that. Maybe a mix, but most definitely more. So much so that you didn't even allow Freddy a chance to clarify before you were speaking again, your tone of voice completely different from that of the easy-going one you had entered with.

       "So, what...I'm just here to bring you your home-...No, excuse me, my homework, for you to copy off of? I'm supposed to just do that, and pretend like everything between us is just-...is just all good, right?"

       "Tch." Freddy snorted a little, not yet catching onto the seriousness of your expression. He wasn't taking you seriously. He didn't seem to care. "Relax, it's fine. You don't have to come over every time I need it. I was just kidding about the blurry picture thing."

       "That's not the point, Freddy." You seethed, and it was here he finally grasped onto your genuine irritation, watching as your gaze pierced through him like a knife.

       "Wait, are you actually mad at me right now?"

       His cluelessness, the slightly amused undertone in his voice, made you all the more vexed. So much so, you couldn't help but allow your voice to raise in the slightest and let your arms and hands help you do your talking.

       "Oh, no shit, dude! Wow, I wonder why! Gee, let's take a look, hmm...oh, yeah, that's right! You ignore me for weeks, you don't talk to me, and when you do, you treat me like we don't even know each other...! Like I haven't been there for you for your worst and best moments. Like I'm not even your best friend anymore! I mean...who does that?! Do you even care!?"

       "Are...are you serious right now? I-...No..." Freddy shook both his head and his free hand, slightly limping backwards to sit at the chair by his desk. "Don't even answer that."

       "Why? You scared I'm being serious? You upset that I might be telling the truth?"

      "No, (Y/N)." Was his stern reply. "It's because I have no idea what you're talking about. I literally talked to you yesterday!"

      "No, you didn't." Was your scoff and eye roll in his direction, only to receive one right back.

       "I texted you, what?!"

       "Yeah!" You burst, whipping your phone out of your jacket pocket. "At three in the morning, asking me if you missed a test because you ditched class for the millionth time, leaving me by myself! Treating me like I'm just some- some..."

       "-Oh, my bad!" Freddy interrupted, raising his hands defensively without a lick of sincerity to his apology. "I didn't realize you had to be next to me twenty-four/seven to feel something...!"

       "Like I'm just some throwaway!" You finished, but swiftly processed his words and continued on. "That's not what I'm saying and you know it! Acting like we haven't been by each other's side for years, just for you to ditch me for some kid that randomly shows up!"

       "That is my brother, (Y/N)!" He gasped, and you could merely shake your head in disdain.

       "He hated you when we first met!"

       "So that's what this is about, huh? You're-...What? You're jealous?"

       You pinched the bridge of your nose at his slow nod and remark, sighing while he kept going tauntingly.

       "If I had known you were so easy to piss off, I wouldn't have bothered telling you anything at all."

       "That's that problem!!" You burst, your throat beginning to burn at both your shouts and the threat of tears. "You never told me anything! You never talked to me, we never talk anymore. All you do is ask me for things and we never..." You couldn't find the words, but you swiftly and easily found evidence of your claims.

       You shoved your phone into Freddy's face, scrolling through the weekly amounts of three sentenced messages.

      "(N/N), can I have the homework, please? Do you have the study guide questions? Do you know the answer to number four? Do you have a pencil? Can you bring me my sketchbook? Can I do this, can I do that?" You mocked each message that flew by, your thumb continuing to scroll as he half-heartedly scanned.

       "I'm not here to be you second goddamn crutch, Freddy!" His brows furrowed at your words, never having gotten the chance to explain himself before feeling the hurt of your words in his chest. All he could think about was how he could counter, how he could respond.

       Something he typically did, usually reserved for run-ins with the Breyers. Never you, not that he was thinking clearly enough to stop himself, or listen to your dejected murmur before speaking.

       "I thought...I- ugh...I thought I was your friend."

       "Then maybe you shouldn't be here."

       "...Wha-?"

       "-Come to think of it, I never asked you to be my 'second goddamn crutch' anyways! You stood up for me when I needed you, and that's fine! But I don't need you anymore! And if you seem to have such a hard time with that, then maybe, we never needed to be friends in the first place!"

       Though your chest ached at his harsh words and tone, you ignored his glared and mulled it over. Longer for than what you would have liked, but you almost giggled when you came to your conclusion.

       You shrugged, inhaling deeply as if releasing would allow you to let go of all of the hurt you felt in that moment.

       "You're right."

       Freddy found himself taken aback by your calm agreement, instantly regretting his words. So much so he was willing to take them back in an instant.

       "Wait-"

       "-I shouldn't have made it seem like you owe me your time just becuse I chose to become your friend. That's not fair of me. You have your family now, you've always had. And now, you have a brother. One your age, at least. So, I understand why it's...why I'm..."

       Your voice trembled and you turned away, making haste towards the door.

       "You get it."

       It didn't take long for Freddy to slip his arm through his crutch and attempt to hurry after you, but you had already fled down the stairs and unfortunately ran into Mary.

       "(Y/N)?" She questioned, already worried like the rest of her siblings. It then occurred to you, as you looked up at the older girl with teary eyes, that the whole of downstairs probably heard your loud argument.

       "What happened?"

       Your suspicions were confirmed when Billy stood in front of his new siblings with furrowed brows and a glint in his eyes that screamed, "I'm sorry."

      But it didn't matter anymore. There was no point, and you knew that. Enough so to push past Mary gently and waltz through the front door, ignoring Freddy's rushed calls after you.

       You were hit with the cold air again, knowing better not to run as you walked back into your house and to your room. Even through blurry vision, it didn't take you long to gather necessities into a minibackpack of yours, a charger, your wallet, the works, and throw on a heavier jacket. You thought about layering up your flanneled pajama bottoms too, but you didn't want to risk it. Too much time and you'd just be met with your parents or siblings questioning you and your distressed state, saddening you further.

       "What happened?" Rosa came rushing into the den, her husband not too far behind. "Did (Y/N) leave already?"

       Mary was quick to put two-and-two together, her sympathetic expression towards their front door immediately phasing into a look of complete disdain while her head whipped around to glare at Freddy.

       "What did you do?" Was his older sister's accusing question, Freddy already pursing his lips together in shame. He didn't really want to answer, already in a state of self-loathing and debating on ignoring the questions thrown his way. Debating on going after you or giving you space. Although, he had given you quite a bit of space already, hadn't he...?

       He wasn't alloted any time to draw a conclusion, Billy already walking towards him with a blank stare. Freddy huffed, watching as his brother walked past without a single word. Just his eyes, that urged him to follow up the steps. With one last look towards the door, he did, and he immediately felt like he was being scolded by an 'I'm not angry, just dissapointed' Victor the second he plopped down on his bottom bunk bed.

       But, in all fairness...it was pretty hard to tell the difference between the two.

       "Okay, am I missing something, or are you purposefully being an idiot right now?! Have you like, absolutely lost your mind, dude?!"

       "I-"

       "First off, I can't even believe you would say...any of what you just said to her!"

       "You could hea-?"

       "-Like, I know you can be kind of a dick sometimes. I mean, hello, so can I. But to her, man?! Really?"

       Freddy didn't get to put a word in, Billy pacing back and forth as he went on in complete dismay and shock.

       "I could've swore the whole, 'I'm keeping distant to protect (Y/N) because I love her' thing was you, duh, loving her! But, seeing as you just pushed her away into oblivion, I don't think ya' do!"

       "Look, things just-"

       "-And second...!" Billy interjected again, leaving Freddy to sigh exasperatingly, almost theatrically. "I'm in...in awe at how you actually just let her walk away like that. Out of the house, maybe out of your life, forever!"

       "Dude-!"

       "Who let's the most amazing, pretty, ride-or-die chick just strut out of their life like that?! In tears, no less!"

       "Billy...!"

       "Freddy, that was probably one of the most stupidest things I've ever seen you do, ever! And I've only known you for, what, two...three weeks?! I-"

       "-Billy, you're not helping!!" Freddy nearly exploded, burying his face into his hands while his brother finally shut up. "I know, okay? I know I messed up, I know that I...ugh..."

       There was a long moment of silence, Billy waiting for Freddy to collect himself before the boy smoothed his hands up his face and through his disheveled curls. Disagreements had happened between you two, sure. Things always easy to just laugh off and forget about. But a full on fight?

       "I dunno what to do." He sighed, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth to keep it from quivering. "I-I thought keeping her away from all of this would make it so that she wouldn't get hurt. I didn't consider that I...I didn't mean to push her away entirely. I was the one to hurt her and now we both feel like shit because of it."

       "Dude..." Billy let out a sigh of his own, almost that of a groan that caused Freddy to prepare for more lecturing. But instead, he was granted words proving a lot more helpful than anticipated.

       "Tell her everything you just told me."

       "...What?"

       Billy took a seat beside him on the bed, placing an encouraging palm on his brother's shoulder.

       "Find her," He specified. "Apologize...and tell her everything you just told me. That's what you should do."

       Freddy turned his head to look at Billy, the brunette pulling away a bit with his hands raised in surrender.

       "I mean, that's what I would do. I'm not as stupid as you, though, so I'd probably never be in this mess."

       "Augh, shut up...!" Freddy groaned, unable to hold back a determined smile as he shoved Billy away. He stood, looping his crutch back through his arm and making his way to your house with hurry.

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       He had never seen your house so dark before. The lights always on given the way your family would be scattered throughout the place, leaving switches flipped on in their wake. Never too quiet either, music or TV blasting, conversations happening over one another. Or even yourself, laughing or talking loudly at something you had seen.

       Then again, your front door was never left just hanging open either.

       Freddy had entered slowly, upon realizing he didn't have to knock, trying to somehow quiet the sounds of his crutch clicking against the ground. Though that was nearly impossible, it didn't worry him as much as the eerie feeling he had bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

       Your parent's car wasn't parked outside, which had led him to the conclusion they might've been gone on an errand or something before you had even arrived home. But if that were the case, where were you? Did he dare call out?

       He opened his mouth, but snapped it closed just as fast.

       'No, don't do that. That's like, horror movie rule number one.'

        His quick reminder interrupted his thoughts, but soon enough, he was back on track. Looking towards the direction of your room, he swiftly made his way to your door. Like your front door, it had been left open. Not wide open, but just enough to draw suspicion and worry to Freddy's head. Enough so to where he broke the number one horror movie rule.

       "(Y/N)...?"

       No response, nothing to see but a trashed room that sent panic shooting up through his chest. Your clothes littered the floor, and your belongings had been tossed about as though they had no meaning. Hell, the only light that came from your house was the one that had been left on in your room.

       With all of the apparent evidence and horrible thoughts only a very in love Freddy Freeman could have, he came to his rather morbid conclusion:

       "She's not here...!"

       "What? She just left not too long ago, why wouldn't-"

       "-She's gone, man! She's...she's...!"

       Billy couldn't exactly process Freddy's yelling, more or less the fact that you had been kidnapped. And before he could get any further clarification that he was sure, Freddy had already hung up. He had already rushed back outside of your house and recklessly let his crutch fall to the concrete. Thunder cracked and lighting shot down, a freak storm, for he had already spoken the name.

       "Shazam!"

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       You kept your pace hurried, as if you were on the run. Of course, you weren't. But the feeling of bustling past people and wind nipping at your face kept you busy and distracted. Just so that the tears you kept forcing back wouldn't threaten to spill.

       But jeez, was it hard. The more you thought about everything that had happened...the more you mourned the freshly lost friendship between Freddy and you...the more you continued to get lost within the city you, in hindsight, probably shouldn't have gone wandering too deep into...

       The harder it became not to place yourself right there at that park bench, take a shaky, deep breath in, and finally allow yourself to cry.

       As bittersweet as it felt, to finally release all of that tension at the expense of what could've been, you didn't get to for long before your head had went flying back up from your hands at the sounds of shouts from not too far away.

       "Holy shit...!! Oh my go-...! There you are, oh my god, (Y/N), you're okay!"

       "...What?" You squeaked out unsurely, nerves wracked at the sight through blurry tears. A man, caramel-colored curly hair hanging around his face while dressed head to toe in blue and gold. His white cape and large, yellow, lightning emblem further making him stick out to anyone around to see. Hell, if you didn't know any better, he was literally glowing.

       "(Y/N), I thought something horrible happened to you, you scared the shit out of me...! Y'know, I've only ever fought one supervillain, and that was kinda recently, so I don't think I would've known what to do if I had to fight another one by myself..."

       He began to speed walk closer to the bench you sat on, leaving you to quickly dry your tears and try to plan your next course of action. With very little amount of time to do so, you ended up scrambling away behind it as if the smallest of barriers would really protect you from whoever this crazy guy was.

       "I don't know what you're talking about...!" You admitted hesitantly. "How do you know my name?!"

        You couldn't bring yourself to ask who he was, because in truth, you kind of already knew the answer to that one. As he stalked closer, you were able to recognize his suit under the cloak of night. It resembled that of the new superhero that had been running around Philadelphia, and then, it clicked.

       "I've seen you before! My friend posts these videos of the guy dressed in red, like, all of the time. And I saw you on the news, with those other superheroes...you all dress the same."

       It was now his turn to give you a look of confusion, stopping in his tracks just before the bench while he tilted his head. He watched your gaze shift down to the ground, continuing to wipe away stray tears that further worried him.

       "I mean-...Not my friend, just...someone I know, I guess. I dunno anymore..."

       "You...you don't know?" He repeated, defeat laced in his own voice as if you really had been kidnapped. No. It was...it felt a lot worse than that. He had lost you because of a stupid fight and it was all his fault. Things can't exactly go back to normal after that, but he would try...

       He sat himself down on the bench and patted the seat beside him, you awkwardly following his instruction when you realized he was trustworthy. He was a superhero, after all. What else would he be besides that?

       "Do...you wanna talk about it? Maybe things could be worked out. Fixed."

       "No..." You grumbled, shaking your head at his words. You pressed your face back into your hands to hide the onslaught of more embarrassing tears.

       "Well, that's fine. We don't have to talk, we could just-"

        "-No, no I do wanna talk." You interjected, your voice muffled. "I just mean no as in there's no point. I'm the one that ended it with him. And for good reason. We...we just didn't work out."

       "Jeez, ya' make it sound like you broke up with him..." His joke eased the tension in the slightest, but you could only huff a little before giving a shrug.

       "Might as well have..."

       Freddy faltered a bit, unsure if you were about to say what he thought you were.

       "...It's stupid. It was stupid of me to think we might've had...I dunno...something more. We were just friends. And yet I went and developed this huge crush on him and messed it all up by being jealous and-and clingy. M'so stupid..."

       "What? Hey, no, no, you are not stupid. You are like, the smartest girl I-...er, he knows, and if he can't see that, then he's the stupid one, don't you think?"

       He softened when you looked back up at him, tears in your eyes and an unsure gaze to match as he went on recklessly.

       "He was the stupid one, not to have seen it sooner. God, I mean, it was so obvious, how could I-. . .Clingy, but it just meant you cared and worried and that's all anyone could ask for in a friend. I should've...Gah..."

       He groaned as he stood, his sudden movement making you rise up to watch him. Not to mention, you couldn't help but notice the odd act of him talking as though it was him you were referring to. It only worried you more. Maybe this guy was just some random in the evening. Or, even worse, a hallucination.

       "I shouldn't have ever pushed you away, that was dumb. I was just...I just wanted to protect you, so that no one would come looking for you, because as we both know, a superhero's loved ones are like, number one bad guy target."

       "How do you...? Wait...wait, I'm confused-..."

       He ignored your hesitant words without missing a beat, simultaneously throwing all caution into the wind.

       "And I never meant to make you jealous or-or hurt your feelings back there at the house. If anything, I was jealous because I thought you were getting close with Billy, and...I shouldn't have just treated you like you're only here to give me the answeres to my homework or whatever else you've helped me with. I'm sorry for treating you like shit, and I'm sorry I never told you everything you deserved to hear come from me."

       "How...how do you...?" You were at a loss for words, soaking in the heartfelt apology that had come from some...random superhero rather than-

       Wait...

      "...Freddy...?"

      The man looked up from his shameful stare at the ground, and it dawned on him that not only did you not completely know who he was and this was probabaly really weird for you, but you might have certainly figured it out by now...

       "Ah shit...I...I'm sorry, I have to go, I wasn't-...You weren't supposed to hear any of that. Er-...You were! Just not like this, I-...Oh, whatever, screw it..."

       He gave up trying to cover his mistake, simply taking a reasonable step back.

       "Just...don't freak out, 'kay?"

       "A little late for that, but okay..." You murmured, rushing off of the seat and back behind it again.

       "Shazam!"

       You jumped at the loud cracking of thunder and shielded your eyes from the flash of lightning that hit the ground. In an instant, you were met with the very boy you had basically ran away from, his knees planted in the grass with a pleading look that had you on the brink of tears all over again.

       "Freddy..." You repeated breathlessly, slowly making your way towards him as he stumbled through nervous words.

       "I know, I know, I...I'm an asshole, and I should've told you sooner and I...I never meant to-to hurt you, (Y/N). Really, I didn't. And I know I've been a real jerk lately, but it was just...I just wanted you safe..."

       "I know." You nodded swiftly, everything becoming clear as you gently stooped beside him. "But...Freddy, where's your crutch?"

       He couldn't help but solemnly laugh, his eyes looking deep into yours in a sense of amazement. He couldn't believe that even after all of this, after the way he made you feel, you still cared enough about the boy to worry about his leg. To allow him to lean his head against you and shrug a little while you hugged him close.

       "It's...in front of your house, I think. Outside."

       "So reckless..." You murmured against the top of his head, having missed his scent, his touch...

       "I know..." He nodded, releasing a shaky breath before looking back up at you.

       "(Y/N)-..."

       "-I forgive you. And I'm sorry I went off on you like that. Earlier, I mean. I wish we would've talked it out, or...I don't know."

       "It's fine. I lowkey deserved it." Freddy smiled. It slowly grew into a grin, one that you could recognize from a mile away. A shit-eating one, that immediately let you know the boy was up to something which left you to pull away with a smirk of your own.

       "What now?"

       "You actually have a crush on me?"

       "Ugh, shut up!" You pushed him away slightly at his tease, your cheeks heating up at the question anyways while he laughed frivolously.

         "Why don't we work on being best friends again before you start getting antsy, alright? And, not to mention, you need to start telling me these things more often! Like how you're an entire superhero, and that your siblings are, too! And-!"

        "-Yeah, yeah, I hear you..."

I feel like some people might find the ending a bit rushed, but I was actually kind of going for that slow-burn, best friends whether you're lovers or not, type of feel/vibe, y'know? But I hope you enjoyed it regardless!!

~ Star✨️

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[lucy-sky]

Happy Birthday, dear Amaya @darlingshane​ !!! I swear I didn’t forget about you, but due to technical difficulties (internet at work sucks big time -_-) I’m posting this only now :’) It’s just a little drabble about Shane, just some image that came to my mind while thinking about a possible birthday present. There’s a small pinch of angst, but I hope it’s okay, I just think soft Shane is a good thing :’) I hope you had a great day today, enjoyed tasty food and good company, and I’m sending you a huuuuuge virtual hug! You’re one of my favorite people in the whole internet, and I’m so so happy I got to know you! Happy Birthday!!!

Whiskey and Chocolate (Shane Walsh x Reader)

982 words; some alcohol, some hurt/comfort; making out, Shane’s bare chest; AO3 link

This little cabin in the middle of the woods was literally heaven-sent, you think, as you stand at the window, watching the raindrops sliding down the glass surface. 

Murphy’s law: anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Today you really felt that when the car you and Shane took for a supply run broke down on the way back. That was unfortunate for sure, but you thought it’s not a big deal - you were already not that far, so you took the backpacks and decided to go a-foot. And everything went well… Until it started to rain. Just a small drizzle at first, it soon became a full scale pouring rain. You already walked far enough from the car to return, so you kept going with growing frustration until you finally saw this tiny house hidden among the trees.

The place seemed to be abandoned for a while. Maybe its resident went on a supply run as well and never came back? Who knows. You were just glad to find a shelter and some dry and clean shirts in the wardrobe to borrow.

You stand at the window with your arms crossed, trying to get yourself warm. The owner of the cabin was apparently a really… big man - you couldn’t find any pants that wouldn’t slip down your ass, but at least he had plenty of cozy flannel shirts that manage to cover everything, as if you’re wearing a dress.

“You alright?” Shane’s voice behind your back breaks the silence and you turn your head to glance at him. The clothes are a bit too big even for him, but at least he found a pair of sweats. 

“Yep, I’m fine,” you murmur, returning your gaze to the rainy pattern on the window.

“Really? You’ve been awfully quiet all day.”

“What’s wrong about being quiet?” you shrug.

“C’mon, darlin’. I know you.”

Well shit, maybe he does. For a couple of seconds you’re considering just telling him that you’re tired, wet and cold, and that’s it, but you know this answer won’t satisfy him.

“It’s just really not how I expected to celebrate my birthday,” you finally say.

“Wait, what? It’s your birthday? Shit… For real?”

“Well uh… Sometimes I’m not sure what day it is anymore, but yeah… I think so,” you chuckle a bit bitterly.

“Okay… Okay. Wait here, I’ll just-” 

You turn away from the window once again, to find Shane raking round his backpack for something.

“Uh-huh!” he smirks wickedly, holding out a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“No way… Where’d you find it? I swear I saw nothing in the alcohol aisle…” 

“Behind the counter, baby. Guess the cashier was hiding one for himself,” Shane raised an eyebrow, still smirking. “I mean, whiskey’s not as romantic as a bottle of wine, or, I don't know… champagne? But… May I offer?...” 

Why the hell not? At least you’ll finally get warm.

“Fine. I think I had some chocolate bars…”

“So you’re officially old now, huh?” Shane teases. He looks relaxed and a little tipsy, his shirt is unbuttoned and you stare at his broad chest more than you’d like to admit.

“Shut up!” you throw a candy bar wrapper at him and this idiot laughs with such unconstrained laughter that it’s hard not to laugh with him. You’re tipsy as well, cheeks flushed from warmth and laughter, and partly from his closeness and his shamelessly exposed boobs chest. It feels like you’re a couple of teenagers, silly and lightheaded.

“How’s that, darlin’? Feelin’ better?” Shane drawls, handing you the bottle after taking another sip. 

“Yeah. Much better,” you nod. It’s already dark outside, the rain keeps pouring behind the window, and the small kitchen lit by a couple of candles you found in the cupboard feels surprisingly warm and cozy, as if there’s no danger behind these walls. You just wish you could stay in this warm bubble together with Shane and never get back to reality. 

The whiskey burns in your throat a little, making you wince.

“Hey, Walsh,” you tell him, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he shrugs. “I mean… That’s the least I could…”

“It’s not about whiskey, just… Thanks for making me feel less lonely today. I mean… I know the world’s a crazy place right now, but when I think about how it was only a year ago, I-” you take a deep breath, trying to hold back tears with no success. You hate to break the mood like that, but you blame it on alcohol - apparently it’s that stage where you become a little angsty. “Nevermind, I think I’m just drunk already,” you shake your head and smile, trying to play it cool, but when you meet his dark eyes, there’s unmistakeable concern in them.

“Hey, hey… come on, sweetheart… C’mere,” Shane’s voice is soft and soothing as he offers you a hand, and you take it, getting up from your chair to approach him. He cups your face, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek.

“I know…” he whispers quietly. “But I’m right here, okay? You’re not alone, yeah?”

You nod as he pulls you closer, urging you to straddle his lap, and his kiss is slow and deep, and tastes like chocolate and whiskey, and you’re not sure what exactly makes your head spin - alcohol or his tongue gently exploring your mouth, or maybe his hands that find their way underneath the flannel to caress your bare skin. You didn’t know he could kiss with such tenderness. Shane’s kisses are usually rough, passionate, furious. You love it, you’re not gonna deny, but the way he kisses you now feels like a next step, a new level of intimacy.

Before every coherent thought leaves your head, before you lose yourself in the kisses and touches, you manage to think the two of you just managed to beat the goddamn Murphy’s law tonight.

Thank you for reading :’)

[tag-devilish]

My first experience with addiction was music.

Since childhood I was compelled to listen to the same songs on loop, seeking a dopamine hit that would send shivers down my spine and adrenaline flooding my blood. I could spend hours letting the sound carry my imagination away. I’d day dream so vividly it felt like I was hallucinating, like my fantasies were coming from an external source and it was magical. I loved long drives. As I got older and could drive myself, I’d blare my music and disappear, suddenly coming back to consciousness after I reached my destination.

When I started taking my antidepressants I lost the ability to sink into music. It was the hardest loss that came with being medicated. They tell you that you’ll lose your sex drive, maybe gain a little weight, but no one told me I’d lose this strange magic I felt with music. It was hard, I felt like I lost my super power or even a sixth sense.

Don’t get me wrong, being medicated saved my life. Literally. But music was something I legitimately had to grieve.

I’ve had to relearn how to love music. It’s been a journey and one that started with me making an effort this year to seek out live music after a long absence. I hadn’t seen a full concert for over a year when I broke the seal with Heilung in LA.

Heilung is great, however; most recently this past Saturday, I went to see Gogol Bordello. It took a little push from Willow and Kristoff- the drive was long and the night was late - but holy fuck. What a worthwhile experience. Gogol Bordello is in my top 5 favorite bands ever, I’ve been in love with them since high school. Many of those teenage daydreams were composed to their music- they’ve been a staple in the soundtrack to my life and up until Saturday I had NEVER seen them live.

The show was incredible. More than I ever could have dreamed. By the end my crew and I left laughing, sweat soaked and exhausted like we’d won a battle. I rode that high all the way home before I collapsed into a pile with my cats at 5am. Falling in love with music again, among friends has made me feel feral once more and to be wild is to be free.

…And freedom is what makes life worth living.

Thank you Willow, thank you Kristoff, thanks Gogol Bordello.

[rainisfallingwrites]

Original Fiction: Supernatural Romance (future chapters 18+ only)

Book synopsis: After being turned into an incubus by a mysterious and powerful stranger, Kelsin grapples with his need to feed off of others for survival. This is a steamy romance about bodily autonomy, the importance of consent, and the freedom of two demons who become unexpected lovers.

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Kelsin’s phone screen read 8:57. They would be here any minute.

He rested his hands on the bathroom counter, trying to ignore the way his shirt stuck to his back with cold sweat. A voice in his mind screamed that he should have feigned illness or just been honest about not wanting to go, but it was too late. Jen and Malcolm were already on their way. Besides, said another voice, It’s only a bar, not an active war zone. You’re going to be fine.

Still, spending a Friday night—Halloween night, of all things—in the middle of a rowdy, drunken crowd was the opposite of Kelsin’s ideal evening. He was too self-conscious for flirting, too lightweight for shots, and too broke to pay for the drinks that tasted good. Then there was the simple truth that he’d rather chew glass than interact with strangers. 

He checked his phone again, then gave his reflection another glance in the mirror. His hair was uncooperative as usual, and his choice of a denim jacket and black jeans was feeling worse and worse by the second.

Style aside, he knew his ivory hair and paper-white skin would have him glowing like a ghost in the darkness. His eyes were an unusual pinkish-purple, and certain angles of light let the blood vessels of his irises show, giving them an alien red hue.

His face stared back at him in low resolution, and as he stepped back from the mirror, the acuity dropped further. This was the other effect of his condition—uncorrectable low vision. He could see well enough to recognize his friends by shapes and colors, but he had to lean in close for anything more. Then there was the light sensitivity, which left him battling constantly to see through glare.

Kelsin’s heart was skipping beats. The bar would be dimly lit with students packed in like sardines. If he lost track of Jen and Malcolm, he was done for. Lost to the ether. All he’d be able to do was hope for them to spot the shining beacon of his hair and find him before he wasted away.

When the text came that Jen was parked outside, it was almost a relief. He couldn’t stand to keep thinking of all the things that could go wrong, all the ways he could embarrass himself over the course of one night. If he had even five more minutes alone, he ran the serious risk of giving up and telling them he couldn’t do it.

The car ride was less than ideal. Downtown was packed, and Jen kept slamming on the brakes to avoid hitting pedestrians.

“Can we slow down, please?” Kelsin was braced against his seat, head at a tilt so he could peer through the front windshield from behind Malcolm’s headrest. Not that it was much help—the streetlights were halos of color, the cars and pedestrians simple shapes. “You’re going to kill someone.”

“You need to relax,” Malcolm laughed. “We're literally fine.”

They came to another hard stop that made the entire car lurch. Kelsin took a deep breath. “I swear to God, the back wheels left the ground just now.”

“The sooner we get there, the better chance we have of getting a table!” Jen said, palm hovering over the horn. “For God’s sake, these people can wait five more seconds to cross the street.”

Once they finally found a parking space and got past the bouncer, Kelsin hadn’t even stuffed his ID back into his pocket before his worst nightmare was realized: the place was more of a club than a bar, and it was packed. The overhead lights were off, the main room lit only by pumpkin string lights and the disorienting strobe of the dance floor.

“Well, we did it,” Jen smiled as they stepped inside. “We actually got you out on the weekend, Kels! Who would’ve thought we had it in us?”

He gave a forced smile, hoping his face wasn’t red. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. I’m boring.” And it was true: he’d have much rather been on the couch in his apartment watching terrible horror movies. Maybe with his roommate Nona, who never pushed him to do social things like this. But even Nona was out at some party or other tonight. He’d already turned down the invitation to join her weeks ago.

Malcolm clapped him on the back. “Nah, not boring. We just gotta get some drinks in you! First round of shots is on me!” With the way his words slurred together, there was no doubt he had pregamed.

They dragged Kelsin to the bar without giving him a chance to protest, and before he knew it, they were all hunched around a two-seater table that still had someone’s half-eaten fry basket and a clump of used napkins in the center. In each of their hands was a shot of the well vodka.

Kelsin’s stomach lurched as he gave it a sniff. “Ough. I hate shots.”

Jen just laughed, and with the way her body rocked unsteadily, he began to wonder if she’d pregamed too. But she drove them here, so—

“Tonight, we party,” Malcolm said, raising his shot in toast. “And tonight, Kelsin learns to love the bar crawl life. We are finding him a hookup, one way or another.”

Kelsin lowered his glass. “What?”

Jen and Malcolm only cheered, downing their glasses. There was a heavy feeling settling in Kelsin’s gut, but he plugged his nose and followed suit.

He didn’t swallow it all in one go, and then it seemed to linger in his throat, burning the whole way down. He pulled a sharp breath in through his teeth, pushing through the pain of it. Distantly, he realized Malcolm was talking again.

“...Twenty-one, Kels. You need to stop being such a huge virgin about everything. You get me? And that includes sex.”

He rolled his eyes. “How the hell do you know if I’m a virgin or not?”

“Because you don’t strike me as the kind of guy who hit it big in high school. No offense, man.”

Kelsin recoiled. “Oh, offense fully taken. But thanks for trying.”

They chatted at the table for a while, ordered some drinks (Kelsin went for a gin and tonic, one of the least expensive menu items), and got into an almost comfortable flow. But then Malcolm’s friends from the hockey team showed up, and Kelsin felt himself getting pushed out of the conversation. That weight in his gut grew heavier.

Well, they didn’t call alcohol liquid courage for nothing. He screwed his eyes shut and downed his glass. The gin and tonic wasn’t as awful as the straight vodka. Really, it was a decent drink, and in five or six gulps, it was gone.

“Look at you!” Jen laughed. “Time for another, yeah?”

“Sure,” he said, nervous laughter bubbling up as the drink settled in his stomach. “One more, then I’ll take it easy for a bit.”

They approached the bar as soon as they spotted an opening in the crowd of people desperate for drinks. To Kelsin’s horror, Jen ushered him forward as the one to do the talking. He knew she was trying to help him, but God, he hated talking to people, and he didn’t even know what he wanted yet.

To add insult to injury, he tripped over someone’s stupid high-top sneaker and went stumbling into the countertop.

“Careful now.” A hand came to rest on his shoulder, gripping just enough to steady him as he regained his footing. “Are you alright?”

When Kelsin looked up, he saw a tall man with inky black hair. He was pale in the dim lighting, but his eyes were some dark, rich color. “Um…?” He knew this was the time to say something polite, maybe even offer thanks, but the words wouldn’t come to him. He was still mortified from the fall, and his thoughts just stopped cold. 

The man smiled in a lopsided way, like a smirk. Devilish—fitting for the occasion. “Are you alright?” he repeated. “Need some water?”

“No, no, I’m not drunk, I just…” Kelsin’s eyes darted anywhere but the man’s face, settling for the countertop. “Tripped over something. Thanks for your concern, though.”

Finally, the bartender shuffled away from the group she was helping and appeared in front of Kelsin and the stranger. “Drinks for you two?”

Kelsin opened his mouth to explain that they weren’t together, but the man was faster. “Two gin and tonics. And a glass of water.” He handed over his credit card, opening a tab.

Kelsin just blinked, looking back at him for an explanation.

He still wore that same smirk. The orange glow of the string lights glinted off his eyes, making them look almost yellow. Kelsin figured his own were giving that pinkish-red shine that he hated. “Feel free to turn me down,” he said, “but you’re welcome to join me.”

“I—uh…” Kelsin glanced back at Jen, looking for direction. “I’m actually with some friends—”

“Oh, go with him!” she said, her face erupting into a huge, devious smile. “You know Malcolm and I will be fine.”

Kelsin looked back at the stranger, who was now resting his forearm on the counter, leaning against it. The bartender set both drinks and the glass of water down in front of him. “You’re welcome to take the drink, whether or not you accept my invitation. The water’s for you, too.”

Shit. Well, he knew he’d never live this one down with Jen and Malcolm if he didn’t at least try. And he knew nothing about sports anyway; Malcolm’s crew was boring him out of his mind.

“Okay,” he said, wondering if he would regret this later. There was a 90% chance it would lead to humiliating himself in public. But maybe there was a 10% chance it would be fun.

Unless that was the alcohol talking.

The man raised an eyebrow. “Okay? As in, you’re interested?”

Already off to a great start. Kelsin nodded his head. “Yeah. Yes, I’m uh, I’m interested.”

The man’s smirk widened a little farther, revealing straight white teeth. His one visible canine was long, too vampire-like to be real. He was definitely into the Halloween spirit.

He picked up both of their drinks, then ushered for Kelsin to take the water. When he did, the man led him away from the bar, toward a table far from the dance floor.

Kelsin gave one last glance in Jen’s direction, and she flashed him a cheeky thumbs-up before moving to the counter for her own drink.

He was taken to a secluded corner that was nearly untouched by the bar’s dramatic orange and purple glow. It was dark, and the eternal static in Kelsin’s vision was not helping him at all.

“Sorry, I’m, uh, I have pretty bad eyesight,” he said, finding the table with one hand before setting down the glass of water. He could still see the brightness of the man’s skin, though, and the glint of his teeth. His inky hair and dark clothes were almost one with the surrounding darkness.

Suddenly, there were long fingers curling over his hand, and the man guided him to sit down. “No worries,” he said, sitting down in the opposite chair. 

Kelsin hoped the darkness was enough to hide the blush creeping over his cheeks. “What’s, uh, what’s your name?”

“Esper,” the man said. In his low, almost breathy voice, it sounded beautiful. “And you?”

“Kelsin.”

“Hmm. Kelsin.” The man said it slowly, as if testing the word to his lips. “I’ve never heard that name.”

“I could say the same for yours.” He took a sip of his water. “Esper. Where is that from?”

The man raised his gin and tonic to his lips. “It’s a very old name. What about yours?”

Very old wasn’t really an answer to his question. Kelsin raised an eyebrow. Maybe Esper was embarrassed of his name’s origin.

Kelsin certainly wasn’t a fan of his. He smoothed the condensation from his glass with his thumb. “Well… It’s stupid, but my parents always wanted a daughter named Kelsey. The thing is, it took them years to finally conceive. When I was born, they decided not to bother trying for more. They named me Kelsin to make up for not being able to use the name on a girl.”

Esper was silent for a long moment. Kelsin couldn’t see his expression well, but he could at least make out the way the man’s eyes reflected a twinkle of light. He caught the tilt of Esper’s head as he rested his chin in one palm. “I don’t think that’s stupid at all. It’s rather tragic, really. Do you ever feel a sense of longing when you hear your name? Do you suppose your parents ever wished you were a girl?”

Kelsin leaned back, surprised by the intensity of the question. “Um… I have thought about it. But they’re good parents. If they thought so, they’d never tell me. And I think they’re proud of me, regardless.”

“Well. That’s good to hear.” The man pushed the second gin and tonic forward, ushering for him to drink it.

Kelsin looked down, surprised to find that he’d already finished his water. He took the second glass slowly and gave it a tentative sip. “But I’m sure you’re not here to ask about my family. Are you a student?”

“No. Just in town for a short while. You are, I presume?”

Kelsin nodded as his stomach sank. If this man wasn’t a resident, he was only looking for a hookup. Kelsin wasn’t sure how he’d deal with that when the proposition inevitably came, unless the man decided that he didn’t like Kelsin enough to take him home. Either possibility drew the knot of anxiety in his gut a little tighter.

“Kelsin…?”

“Oh, uh, yes. I’m a student. English literature.” He sipped his drink faster now, wondering if he should just give up and start planning an excuse to rejoin his friends. “I know it won’t make me any money, but I like it a lot. Do you have a degree?”

“No,” Esper said. “But I too like literature.” He took a long sip from his gin and tonic, then set it down with an audible clink. When he leaned forward, he lowered his voice, beginning to recite a poem:

“Blest as the immortal gods is he, on whom each day thy glances shine; who hears thy voice of melody, and meets thy smile so all divine.”

Kelsin went still. Oh. No way. This was one of his favorites.

Esper continued: “Oh, when I list thine accents low, how thrills my breast with tender pain. Fire seems through every vein to glow, and strange confusion whelms my brain.”

Something flared to life in Kelsin upon hearing those words. He’d never told anyone it was his favorite poem. He’d kept it an intimate secret: a Sapphic fragment, originally Greek but translated time and time again in different iterations. To top it all off, this was his favorite version. He could picture himself as a teenager, tucked under blankets, reading it to himself on his phone while smitten over a boy at school. The poem had been a confidante to him: a spark of hope. A thing to be whispered only.

Before he knew it, Kelsin was opening his mouth, continuing the poem: “My sight grows dim beneath the glance, whose ardent rays I may not meet, while swift and wild my pulses dance, then cease all suddenly to beat.”

Esper gave him the most cunning smile yet. His eyes were bright, his sharp teeth glorious. As he placed a hand over Kelsin’s, his voice deepened, sensual and slow: “And I am motionless and pale, and silent as an unstrung lyre; and feel, while thus each sense doth fail, doomed in thy presence… to expire.”

There was a moment of charged silence before Kelsin found it within himself to speak. All he could think to say was the truth: “I love that poem.”

“I hoped you would,” Esper said, his face even closer than before. Kelsin felt a strange dizziness as he tried to remember when Esper had moved closer—when he’d pulled his chair to the other side of the table. “Now, sweet Kelsin… Have you ever been kissed?”

Blood rushed in his ears. Oh my god, he thought. Is this really happening to me?

When he didn’t answer, Esper gave up on the wait. He pushed forward, connecting their lips, and oh God, it was like a dream. Kelsin scrambled for something to do with his free hand before it found purchase on Esper’s shoulder. The man was like a marble statue under his trembling fingers. He tasted like ginger and lime, but smelled faintly of smoke and metal.

Esper took him by the waist with both hands, steadying him, as his tongue pushed forward into Kelsin’s mouth.

Kelsin hardly recognized himself as he parted his lips to let Esper inside. Alcohol swam through his head as the fluttering beat of his heart gave way to a stream of desire. It was embarrassing how all it took was a love poem to undo him, but Sappho 31—it was Sappho 31. He could almost cry.

“And just like that…” Esper whispered as he pulled back, pressing his forehead to Kelsin’s, “I’ve broken through to the human within. What a gift poetry is.” One of his hands danced featherlight up Kelsin’s side. “Tell me, stranger who loves Sappho and her world of forbidden desire. Won’t you be mine tonight?”

Kelsin shivered. Those words alone were as intoxicating as the gin in his veins. He knew, without a doubt, he’d never meet someone like this again.

“Yes,” he whispered back.

The shuffling din of the crowd rolled by in Kelsin’s peripheral vision. All he could focus on was the hand in his, leading him toward the door. He glanced toward his friends as they passed, but none of them were looking his way. They all huddled around Malcolm, who seemed caught up in one of his dramatic stories.

They’d be so happy for him, he knew.

Time lolled by as they walked, silent, and at some point, Kelsin found himself being led up a set of stairs to a small apartment above one of the stores downtown. He couldn’t quite place where they were with the way the world danced awkwardly around him, but he was pretty sure they’d gone in through an alleyway.

Once Esper shut the door, there wasn’t enough time for Kelsin to look around before the man’s body was on his, pinning him to the wall, lips and sharp teeth pressing into his mouth. He accepted it--let his heart thunder in his chest, let his thoughts slip and his mind become pliable. He was already here, and he had no intention of ruining the night by backing out.

Esper pulled him off the wall and guided him across the floor as they kissed—to the bed, presumably, or at least the couch.

But no, Kelsin was instead lowered to the floor, his shoulder blades contacting hardwood. His fingers traced the edges of a panel and came back to him wet. Sticky.

“What is—?”

“Shh.” Esper smiled, holding Kelsin’s face in his hands, not allowing him to look away. Kelsin’s entire body was taut as a harp string beneath him, begging to be plucked. They hadn’t even turned on the lights, and in the darkness, Esper’s pallid skin glowed stark white. He could only imagine what his own looked like.

“You’re going to be perfect,” said the man, his thumb tracing Kelsin’s kiss-swollen bottom lip. “You’re going to be gorgeous, and mine. All mine.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Kelsin’s neck.

Kelsin was sure he felt his own pulse drumming as his carotid artery was scraped by white fangs, which were oddly sharp for costume plastic. Esper left one hand on his face, keeping his head still.

Then there was a sound like a blade sliding through something wet, and a second later, agony.

Kelsin gasped, his eyes flying wide open as the pain sobered him. Suddenly, the room lit up with a red glow, symbols reflecting off the ceiling from below.

He cried out as Esper pulled back. The man’s teeth were red, a drop of blood spilling down his chin, his pupils blown wide with delight. Kelsin thrashed in his grip, wrenching his head free, and saw what looked to be the sharp points of a sigil painted on the floor. The same could be said of his other side. If they came together in the middle, under his back, then they formed a massive, glowing star.

The room, he also realized, was empty of furniture. No one could have been living here.

“Oh, dear, you’re shaking.”

Kelsin tried to push himself up, but Esper pinned him down by the wrists, his knees planted hard on either side of Kelsin’s waist.

“It’s okay. I’m going to make you beautiful.”

He leaned down again, and Kelsin screamed even before the teeth sunk into his neck for the second time. There was the sharp sting of his skin being pierced, but also a sensation cold as ice, traveling through his body from the point of contact. As the seconds went on, he heard Esper swallowing, gulping mouthfuls of his blood. Some spilled down to the dip of Kelsin’s collarbone, staining his jacket, all while that ice traveled to his heart and out toward every remaining inch of his body.

He continued to scream for a while, but the cold simmered to a dull ache before long, and his mind filled with static. Each of his limbs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

I’m dying, he realized.

Kelsin mustered the last of his strength to place a hand on Esper’s back. Once again, he was solid as a marble statue. Kelsin’s fingers slid up to his neck, then to the ends of his hair. It was soft as silk, probably. Hard to tell, the way his hands were going numb.

As was everything else. And the red glow of the surrounding sigil seemed to be fading from the ceiling—or maybe he was closing his eyes.

And I am motionless and pale, and silent as an unstrung lyre.

Moving his fingers was a monumental task, but he was determined. They wove slowly through Esper’s hair. A final faux act of passion. Kelsin could hardly believe it—this was his final moment: lying in the dark beneath a beautiful, dangerous man, and no one even knew where he was.

And feel, while thus each sense doth fail, doomed in thy presence... to expire.

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✦ 019 — HEART BEEN BROKE SO MANY TIMES😔💔

you stood at the door of your office, taking a deep breath before stepping in, "hey-"

jongho stood frozen as san charged at you, "OH MY GOD- WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'HEY', WHERE WERE YOU!?"

"WHAT'S GOING ON, M/N!?!?" yunho joined san as the two sandwiched you in questions and hugs.

you break away from them, rubbing your temple in frustration. the three watch as you took the folder on your desk and scanned the documents before speaking again,

"listen, it's complicated but i'll explain later when i—" suddenly the office doors burst open, revealing none other than ms shin kyung.

"hey honey!" she pushed pass the two boys and latched herself onto you, pulling you down for a kiss. you pulled away in shock, but saying nothing.

the three boys stiffen as san watched your jaw clench, knuckles turning white from how hard you were squeezing your fists.

yunho stared at you in disbelief, "m/n, what's going on...?" he was about to walked towards you when san held him back, eyes screaming in anger.

kyung scoffed, "didn't you hear? me and m/n are dating!" she squealed, rubbing herself all over you. you furrowed your eyebrows as you avoided the sharp glares of your friends.

"um... i need you guys to step outside for a while, this is private." you said in a hushed tone as you heard san's loud gasp, yunho holding his hand over his mouth next to him. you internally thanked jongho for pulling the two boys out of the room.

the three stood in silence outside the office before san broke the ice, "okay, i can't do this. i need to know what they're talking about!" san marched at the door, putting his ear on it.

"yah! there's a reason m/n told us to wait outside, you can't just-" before jongho could finish, yunho ran towards san and listened in with him.

jongho sighed as the two gestured for him to follow, which he did.

"i did what you asked, is it paid off now?"

"wait what debt??" yunho whispered in confusion as they listened, piled on top of each other vertically.

she laughed annoyingly, "why of course! you can even check yourself!" she said cockily as she slid a burner phone across the coffee table, showing chat messages between the collectors.

"alright, we're done here. you can leave."

she scoffed, "what? no we are not, unless you want your sweet little wooyoung's life to fall apart."

"i wouldn't do that if i were you."

she stiffens at your sudden burst of confidence, "and why is that?"

"because i have enough evidence to put you behind bars?"

"hah, like i'd believe you. you're not capable of doing so much in a span of not even two weeks."

"am i?" you took the folder and spilled the documents out, revealing pictures, articles and letters regarding crimes she's committed.

she relaxed for a moment before leaning back into the couch, "you're dumb for showing me this cause i can just take everything and burn it–"

"sweetheart do you really think i don't have extra?" you waved the small usb at your hand before sliding it back into your breast pocket.

you smile in victory as you stood up, smoothing out your coat. "i'll see you in court, ms shin." you almost burst out laughing at how her face dropped. she scrambled at your feet as she begged, almost crying.

"no, please! we- we can work something out—"

"you threaten innocent lives, force me into a non consensual relationship and still want to ask for a deal?" your expression shows clear disgust as she cowers on the ground.

you opened the door as the three boys fell on top of each other, "after you, ms shin." she gripped the carpet in anger before running out of the office in tears.

"OH MY GOD? WHAT WAS THAT M/N!?!?" yunho griped your collar as he jumped in excitement.

"THAT WAS SO COOL, WE NEED TO CELEBRATE!!!" san said, holding yunho's hands in his as the two jumped up and down.

"how about we let m/n explain before we do literally anything?" jongho sweat-dropped as you sat at the couch of the coffee table.

"you guys might wanna sit down for this."

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His year group looked pretty average in size, a good mix of girls to boys - something Hana always bitched about - and Kiba had immediately tagged a number of Clan kids amongst them. In fact-

“You got the Heirs and spares, Pup,” Kaa-san snorted, shooting Kiba an amused glance from the corner of her eye. “Talk about a bunch of bullshit politics. You’re gonna have to fight hard if you want to beat them into the ground.”

Kiba barked a laugh, feeling bolstered when Kuromaru-oji shifted to brush his shoulder. So what if they were a bunch of spoiled Clan kids? He’d known his whole life that Hana was the future of the Inuzuka; they were Matriarchal, Kiba had had literally no idea that this was unusual up until Hana had started coming back from the Academy complaining about having to suckerpunch everyone who dared chat shit about it. It wasn't like he cared about not being the Inuzuka Heir himself! Hana had all the boring shit to look forward to, like dealing with Civies and rules and paperwork; Kiba, as her Right-Fang-Man, got to do all the fun stuff!

“Don't sweat, Kaa-san,” Kiba grinned, flashing his teeth as wide as possible just to see her do the same, “I’ll show them what's-what!”

Baa-chan’s hand came down on his head at that, scrubbing through his hair hard enough to ache, before her fingers pinched his ear in a little nip between her nails. “That’s the spirit, brat! Remember - don't swallow when you bite.”

They called for the new students to gather at the front and, with a jaunty wave, Kiba left his family at the entrance. However, as soon as he stepped in close to his peers, Kiba’s eyes started watering; the potent - crappy - stench hit him between the eyes like a lobbed brick. Or, rather, like that time Yama-oba’s hindleg had lashed out when she was whelping her puppies and caught him in the forehead. His eyes reflexively started watering, spluttering a little on the next inhale, and a couple of Civie girls - he could clock them immediately, arms soft and perceptual awareness nonexistent - shot him mean looks.

“Pfft, look at that boy, the scruffy one-”

“Crying already-”

Kiba snarled low in his throat - he couldn't do it like Baa-chan yet but he’d been working hard at it! - and flashed his sharp teeth. “I’m not crying!”

Kiba’s hearing was probably better than anyone else’s there, by a long shot. The girls hadn't been next to him but near the other end of the line.

And his voice had carried.

Almost everyone turned as his shout resonated, taking in the embarrassed flush to his face and the watery sheen to his eyes - plus the fact he was on the cusp of sneezing and his nose was starting to itch again - and broke out into scandalized, judgemental whispers. By insisting he wasn't crying, everyone thought he was an idiot and... doing exactly that. Fuck!

Kiba snarled again, a warning sound for an impending scuffle, only for the sensei to clear her throat and tell him to behave properly before she had to give him a time out before the year had even officially started.

It went downhill from there.

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[siremasterlawrence]

Emerald Light of Love

It was all my plan really you see all I had to do is initiate a con job of some kind one that intern will birth death.

I am pure evil I like it that way so don’t ever cross me, it is in the midst of Metropolis the golden bright city.

The sun always settles soaring into the mid color of doom takes over it when I walk into the city.

I crack up on the city throwing a few green Kryptonite rocks emit brightly glowing in my face.

I stomp the ground dropping the kryptonite rocks slamming it on the ground and smash the rock.

I open a vial sweeping the dust into the vial glass containment lock it up and shake it.

Finally the commencement begins with the rising in a bubbles of emerald glue settles.

My smirk grows wide knowing what I have unleash onto the world I await his presence.

I escape my prison hell hole ex home I call Gotham City is far gone in the back of my mind.

I turn to the side slashing a hole into the air the wind washes over me from a swoosh.

The Man Of Steel Aka The Last Man of the great city of Kryptonite Aka Superman.

I can feel the ground literally shake no forget it quake under my feet leaving me in awe.

I slap a bit extremely proud of myself as the world turns silently and the scenes changes

In a moment of sheer wonder a paint of grey oozes over us overtaking the entirety of my world.

The color scheme encloses on us both as the man without any weakness except for one.

A shadow lays under him pulling back into it covers the field his length is quite impressive

He stands tall hands firmly place on his hips with tighten hands and he shakes his head at me.

I laugh a bit throwing a weirdly colored red tint green glass vial onto the glass as it broke.

The next day Clark Kent woke up in sweat of heat he leaps upward to see nothing,

He props the pillow up onto the bed laying on it in fear of what he dreamt of all night.

He rolls his eyes upward into his eyes socket

sighing in disgust of his current situation.

He struggles out of the bed into his slippers as he struggles out of the rule his headache is strong.

He pounds a bit holding his hand facing his palm on his head.

His headache is pounding out of control into the kitchen and opens a draw to find a small bottle of Tylenol.

Undoing the baby proof too he drops two pills into his palm throwing them into his mouth and he swallows.

The remote clicks on turning the television on as static appears then showcasing a new scene.

Smiling a bit he walks over to the television he stands begin a table and kneeling over to watch it.

“Sssssccccccaaaaaaweee on the scene in the great scene of Metropolis.”

“Hello Superman, can you hear me?”

“Who are you? What do you want?”

“You don’t remember me do you?”

“Oh how sad”

“I own you”

“How do you know who I am?”

“I know everything about you”

“No…how the hell….uuuuuuggggggghhhhh”

“What did you do to me?”

“I simply open your mind to a new way.”

“A quarter of fear gas”

“One and half of love potion”

“ Pint of cat scratch”

“No you…you can’t..I won’t…I won’t”

“I shall not give in”

“I shall not allow you “

“I own you now, I love you”

“Feel your tits”

“What? No”

“Feel them hard”

“Love the way you feel”

“Look in the mirror “

“Check your ass out “

“Nnnnnnnoooooo”

“I love you “

“We belong together “

“I love this body”

“Feels so hot”

“Smack your ass”

“I look so good”

“I am so hot”

“Damn it!”

“Clark Kent”

“Who is that?”

“That is your name”

“Dumb fuck”

“I am your babe”

“Come on feel me up”

“Feel me up “

“Bounce them”

“Check these pecks out”

“Oh god!”

“I am so fucking hot”

“Ooooooohhhhhh yyyyeeeaahhhh!”

The end