#i’m just sayin... would be a shame if someone

[pix3lplays]

@sailorstar9 who hit me with “ex-husband Aventurine trying to woo you back from Ratio” because yes

And @fire-lizard-ro because they put up with me talking about this all the time lol-

Cw! Ex-husband Aventurine, you have kids with him, I’m thinking two, you’re divorced for a reason, Aventurine is petty and wants you back, reader is with Ratio now, also neither of these men are great partners so…toxic family environments and such, sharing a bed

-Ex-husband Aventurine stuff because ugh I’m obsessed-

Does Veritas Ratio treat you much better than Aventurine did? Not really, but he was definitely preferable to your ex.

At least Veritas didn’t have a chronic gambling problem or ignores the kids or spends long nights away from home doing who KNOWS what.

At first Aventurine acts like he doesn’t care at all that you’ve finally had enough and had to divorce him. Your loss in his eyes. He’ll live without you.

But if it doesn’t bother him that much you do wonder why he goes to such lengths to show off his new partners to you. And it always seems to be someone new each month. Unsurprisingly. Makes sense that you were the only person who could put up with him long enough to marry him.

But when he finds out you’ve found a new boyfriend…and it’s VERITAS RATIO?? The jealousy is THERE, and honestly you can see it written all over Aventurine, regardless of how he acts around you.

So now you’re living at Veritas Ratio’s nice place, with your kids from your marriage to Aventurine. You like Veritas. They’re not his kids, but he takes an interest in their education and helping them be the best versions of themselves. He helps them with their homework, without just giving them the answers…yeah he’s not affectionate with your kids, they’re not his, but he doesn’t ignore them like Aventurine used to.

It’s ALWAYS awkward when Aventurine stops by to pick up or see his kids. He always brings presents, always does what he can to make it look like he’s suddenly an amazing and attentive dad, but you know he’s only doing it to try and impress and win you back.

Without shame too-he flirts with you RIGHT in front of Veritas. But Veritas has heard your stories about Aventurine. He’s not worried about you going back to him.

Veritas will just listen to the flirting, maybe step in with a little, “isn’t it about time you leave?” if Aventurine is going too far.

The tension between your ex and your boyfriend is INTENSE.

And by that I mean Aventurine feels very threatened by Veritas, and Veritas doesn’t feel threatened by Aventurine at all. It’s kind of like a one sided rivalry.

Also Aventurine absolutely does that thing where he conveniently leaves his sunglasses at your place so he has an excuse to come back, but you’ve learned to foil him by letting Veritas give him the sunglasses back at the door-just imagine how disappointed Aventurine is when it’s Veritas answering the door instead of you haha…

He calls you in the evening under the guise of “oh don’t you want to say goodnight to the kids?” but he ALWAYS tries to keep you on the phone after that. Just hang up on him. If it was up to Veritas you would just block his number but he understands that’s not practical.

Aventurine would try to use the kids to win you back but to be honest?? They don’t miss him that much. Honestly they prefer Veritas as their new ‘dad’. (Plus they’re gonna wish Veritas was actually their dad when they start getting bullied for being part Sigonian. Just sayin-)

Aventurine is jealous jealous JEALOUS he hates the thought of Veritas even touching you let alone the fact that you share a bed with that man…it drives him CRAZY. He’s not married to you he has No claim over you so he has no business being so jealous but he is anyways…

Eventually he’s not even subtle about how badly he wants you back. Just blatantly inviting you to dinner or over to wherever the heck he’s staying at the moment or to the casino to help you de-stress from all that time spent around Ratio-surely being around Ratio THAT much isn’t good for your health~

Of course you’re not falling for that. You’re not letting Aventurine back into your life more than you have to.

You really don’t want Veritas to feel like he has to get involved, but he has his pride. He can only handle Aventurine blatantly flirting with his partner for so long.

So far you’ve avoided a confrontation but Aventurine needs to start treading lightly if he doesn’t want a Codex to his face haha…

[2knightt]

the gangs love languages<3

!warnings!

1.GN!reader-mentions of reader being ‘pretty’

2.minor swearing

3.i did NAWT proofread ts. we die like men.

Johnny Cade ;

I’m getting strong physical touch and words of affirmation vibes.

do not even try to lie to me he would TOTALLY be holding your hand 24/7.

with the gang? you guys have your pinkies intertwined! on a walk? holding hands! cuddling? holding both hands, scandalous!

he hugs you so much. he doesn’t get it, you don’t get it, nobody does.

he just, likes hugging for some reason???

but YOU have to hug him first, he will NOT hug first.

absolutely LOVES being the little spoon. may hurt his ego a little bit, but ykw, it’s worth it in the long run🙏.

he’s so touch starved. he doesn’t know what the loving touch of anyone feels like. so PLEASE, treat johnnycake nicely.

he will CONSTANTLY tell you look look gorgeous. constantly.

“you look stunning today. n-not sayin’ you don’t look good everyday! i mean you’re a real looker ya know and-“

he doesn’t know how to function because he thinks he messes up everytime he tries to speak to you :(

homies that whipped fr…

ANYWAYS, back onto track🙏

when you two are alone he’s actually so sweet with his words i can’t.

“dunno how i got this lucky. huh? i didn’t say anything.”

“you look real good in that shirt, babe.”

“love you so much. so, so, so much.”

Dallas Winston ;

it’s physical touch and acts of service. do not play with me right now, i know i’m right.

i don’t really think dally’s good at expressing how he feels in any shape or form.

so he shows you love by having his hand on your hip, kissing you, stealing cute accessories for you, holding the door open etc.

if you’re expecting him to go on rants on how he loves you, you’re in the wrong place. that’s all sodapop but we aren’t on his section, are we?

anywhere and everywhere you guys go he will have his hand on you. not just because he’s protective but i think it gives him a sense of security and calmness.

like, dallas knowing you’re safe, makes him happy.

SPEAKING OF HIM BEING PROTECTIVE— he will intimidate someone by having his arm around your shoulder and staring right into their eyes.

kisses are his favourite thing💆‍♂️ he told me himself.

he steals shit for you. i know he does, we both know.

dally ain’t well off so, he’s gonna do what he does best. steal.

want that necklace? SNATCHED! want cigarettes? ALREADY IN HIS HAND! pepsi? YOURS ALREADY!

“you want some chips, doll? i’ll get ya some. don’t you worry your pretty little head over it, eh?”

“but you’re broke, dall.”

“what did i just say?”

Ponyboy Curtis ;

QUALITY TIME QUALITY TIME QUALITY TIME!!!

words of affirmation too ig.

ponyboy definitely finds so much comfort in just sitting in silence with you.

he thinks it’s a nice break from the loud bumbling idiots in his house.

like you could be napping in his room and he’d come in if the gang got too loud and sit next to your sleeping body and just read.

he reads out loud to you. now, i don’t know which category that falls under but he does. like, a lot.

“ ‘To the soldiers and me it's all worth it. Risking life, dodging or taking bullets, and pulling triggers. It’s all worth it.’ “

“what?! that’s so sad pony!!”

“well, that’s what the book says y/n.”

he’s another one that finds comfort in knowing your safe. actually, most if not all of the gang feels like that.

you’re definitely his first relationship so i can see him being hesitant on physical touch, but he can and will write you a cute lil note with 0 shame.

“dear y/n, i just wanted to let you know that you looked really cute today—well, you look cute everyday. but you get what i mean, right? anyways, meet me at the dingo at 4PM. I’ll treat you this time.”

expect notes like that to just randomly fall out of your locker.

ponyboy quotes corny romance books in those notes. i just KNOW he does.

at the end of your note one day there will be a;

“ ‘so no, he didn’t give me flowers or candy. he gave me the moon and the stars. infinity.’ — reminded me of us.”

Sodapop Curtis ;

HE IS WHIPPED FOR YOU so it’s probably something like, lovesick-ish.

it’s definitely physical touch and words of affirmation to the maximum.

he is ALWAYS bragging about you to EVERYONE and ANYONE.

he talks about you to steve

“i think i’m gonna marry ‘em steve. i can see the wedding now!”

“you said that last tim-“

“SHUT UP!”

and even to customers!!

“they’re just so sweet! they’re the most beautiful person ever!”

“thats great kid. can you ring up my fucking chocolate bar now?”

he’s always smothering you in affection.

he just loves you so much he just needs to squeeze you with love!!

when he sees you just standing around or cooking he’ll come up from behind and hug you. he might pick you up n swing you around a little but ykw that’s what makes it special.

he ain’t afraid to sweet talk you bro.

“there you are! my pretty little lover, huh?”

“you’re so cute, you know that right?…right babe?”

you guys cuddle all the time it’s SICKENING.

you’re always in his arms and he has this grin on his face like he just won the goddamn lottery.

if you guys were to walk around town, he’d have his arm around your waist the whole time. like, the whole time.

he’s so in love it makes me sick just writing about it.

Darry Curtis ;

darry is a simple man dare i say.

he definitely shows love by spending as much time with you as he can.

he works two jobs so he doesn’t have all the time in the world to hang out with you, but when he does? he LIVES for it.

he’ll cook supper with you and teach you a new recipe his mom used to make, he’ll sit on his chair while reading the newspaper as you rant about your day, ANYTHING.

no matter what he’s doing, he will ALWAYS listen to you. it’s like a super power.

“that’s great baby.”

“you aren’t listening are you, darry?”

“yeah i am. you said you got tipped 10$ by one customer.”

you ain’t hear this from me but, sometimes when darrys in a real good mood he’ll give you gifts.

he has a jar separate just for you! it’s got money for dates, anniversary gifts, presents, all of it!

sometimes he’ll go take out some of that money and buy you something sweet<3

darry, also, isn’t one to tell the whole world on how he loves you. but, you do understand how he shows love.

even you cherish the minutes that pass by as you sit next to darry on the couch with your head on his shoulder and his arm around your shoulders, sitting in silence.

silence that speaks a thousand words when it comes to sir darry curtis.

Steve Randle ;

just like his best friend, he’s shouting to the world about you too. just, not as loud.

he respects his own privacy, so i can see his being physical touch and acts of service.

he’s a man of respect, obviously. he is one to throw his arm around you to show you off every once and awhile, but not much.

he’ll mostly hold your hand. when i say mostly, i mean all the time btw.

it’s all he does.

“steve, you can let go now. i’m home and you know you can’t come in!”

“..nah.”

he acts like he’s in debt to you for no fucking reason???

like you need something fixed around the house? DONE. grocery shopping needs to be done? ALREADY BOUGHT AND PUT AWAY.

he holds car doors open for you. he does, i can see it now. i’m just delulu

sometimes he acts annoyed with you when you ask him to do a simple task, while he’s doing it.

“steve, can you get me a water?”

*sighs and gets up*

“you have legs you can do it.”

he says that while he’s pouring the water into a glass cup with a lemon slice on the side with ice cubes already in the drink.

he loves you, he really does.

and he will say it, just not often.

he has too much pride for that….

no he doesnt.

he rants to sodapop about you while he fixes cars like a teenage girl talking about her crush.

Two-Bit Matthews ;

homie just wants to show you off to the world😭😭

he’s so proud of you he goes down the streets yelling that he’s officially dating you not literally…he isn’t that insane LMFAO

he gives off physical touch and..oddly enough quality time.

i feel like two-bit really likes the both of you at the curtis house sitting on the floor, your head on his lap while his hand sits on top of your head as you two watch whatever cartoon is on.

two-bit DEFINITELY wants to spend every waking moment with you.

“c’mon angel, let’s go get beer!”

“two, i don’t drink.”

“well, i do. so, lets go!!”

he will definitely walk everywhere with his arm draped around your shoulder.

instead of you being the trophy wife, HE’S the trophy wife fr.

he’s such a pretty princess and he expects to be treated like one!

he gives you all his time so it’s only faire you give him all of yours.

“what does math have that i don’t y/n?!”

“i need to pass this class, baby. you know i suck at math.”

“well, thats even more of a reason not to do it! why bust your ass over it?! come over here and let me LOVE YOU!! JEEZ.”

all two-bit does is brag about you..like, its all he does.

“yeah, sorry your hamster died. but did you know that i’m dating y/n?-“

author notes;

1.FIRST POST ON THIS ACCOUNT RAHHHH!!!

2.pulled this out of my ass LMFAO

3. hope it aint too bad tho💔💔

may 2nd, 2023. 11:57PM.

[issacballsac]

“Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda„

Honestly he’d never outright call you his friend💀 ! Gn Demon Reader

Origins | DMC3

Let’s be FR he wouldn’t care abt your gender or lack there of he still sees you as lesser than

You’d have to be a Devil or half Devil to even linger around him

Im seeing you just come from Hell to be friends with him🦀

Naturally like any of the devils in DMC3 u were originally gonna attack Vergil bc NPC does what NPC is supposed to do

But you have common sense a pretty mf with a sword is bad news so let’s be friends dear beautiful one

Bear with me right—all ur demon gang gets slaughtered by this mf and you’re just standing there watching fascinated absolutely entranced by this mf

Seeing as you’re the last obstacle he points that big ass katana at you

“Sorry I just can’t fight someone so beautiful man.”

Gives you the MEANEST side eye

Still tries to HARM you and succeeds—but like you regenerate 💀

Mf would let out the BIGGEST sigh and just walk away🪦

You follow ofc bc who wouldn’t (a mf who wants to live 💀)

Bonding

Me when might controls everything 🫦

Despite being a demon yourself you def would try to convince him to NOT open the portal

Bc lets be FR them other devils ain’t shit for nothin‼️

He constantly looks annoyed and has a mean case of resting bitch face

He’s very stand-offish and depending on how long/well you know each other he’ll listen to what you’re sayin

Especially if ur a person that likes to go on rants

DMC3 he’d be more open to a mf who has no attachments as seen during the scene where he stabbed Arkham

New to friendship and sees everything as a transaction

You give me this and I give you that typa thing

Would take FOREVER to tell you abt his childhood and by the time he does u pretty much already know bc of Dante

Would get along better if ur also half demon rather than full demon as he has a complex where he continuously tries to rid himself of his humanity

Bros on a MISSION so u gotta be able to keep up

Obviously being demon/half demon you got some power but if you’re weak he’s gonna drop you I’m sorry 💀(no I’m not)

Daily

Doesn’t celebrate his birthday

Just in general regardless of his childhood I just don’t think he’d like to

So no surprise parties please🫶

Now don’t get me wrong he IS smart but like also a dumbass💀

Constantly makes you think bc he’ll say smth so stupid but make it sound so smart

A very dramatic mf

Always makes dramatic entrances no matter where he goes

Walks into McDonalds with his blue coat flowing, snowlike hair, glistening eyes, arched eyebrows, and a judgmental look

Baby let ur hair down🫦

Bro is effortlessly breathtaking and if u ask for tips or question what he does for his routine he looks you up and down, scoffs, and leaves💀

I NEED MORE POWER

Spars with you bc luckily you can regenerate

Infinite punching bag

Love a reader with no shame(me acting like I didn’t write this)

Idk why but I feel like he can play the piano as just like a pastime thing

When trapped in Hell u just roam around y’know bc you’ve lived there for as long as you can remember 😭

Vergil is in a constant search for more power and ur just chillin watching him

Like those mfs who still calmly sip on their drinks when there is a bar fight

“Woohoo! Go Vergil you’re doin’ great!”

“Shut up!”

He loves you, I promise.

Talks shit abt Dante, lovingly ofc

After the events of DMC5 if he were to come back with Dante(ambiguous ending)

Y’all would prob live together

And they were roommates 😨

FR tho it’s like weird especially with Nero being recognized as his son

“Nero is my son?”

“You have a son?”

“I didn’t know..”

“How did you not know?”

Becomes more vocal during the friendship during/after the events of DMC5

He doesn’t see the need for an abundance of clothes so if ur into fashion your ideas fill 98% of his wardrobe

Honestly I think he can cook

More of a baker methinks

He probably wouldn’t like sweets but he’ll certainly make them himself

No I’m not going to make a berries delight joke.

[basilone]

Things you said... 'when we woke' for Benny? Juno xx

Juno, Juno, Juno, you know there's only one way this is gonna go. And I know you won't mind that at all. 😏 Rating this E to be on the very safe side, though we're not going too deeply into the smut. Also adding a warning to people who are not here for references to a throuple situation or for references to an established f/f relationship. If you've been following me a long time, you'll recognize Darlene. I've had a bit of a thing on my hands lately as I came to realize that Benny would not only fit with her, but would likely be a much better match for her than her previous pairing. Consider this me taking that idea for a spin!

Things you said... when we woke

She is used to waking up alone. To stretching out amid pillows and rumpled sheets and finding the spot beside her already void of warmth. Lottie rarely lingers in the morning – rolls out of bed and gets ready faster than any girl – and leaves it up to her to start the day on her own.

Darlene knows something is different when she wakes to a hand in her hair. Wakes to the lingering scent of smoke and an exhale that is too deep-voiced to be Lottie’s. Wakes to warmth beside her, early morning sunlight coating bare skin in soft gold, and to someone who’s succeeding at detangling even her most stubborn curls.

“Hey there.”

“Hey yourself,” she grins, stretching out beside Benny DeMarco and kicking the last of the sheets down to her feet. “Mornin’ smoke?”

He exhales. “Passes the time.” His smile comes easy. Soft. “Can’t complain about the view, either.”

Darlene shakes her head as heat slowly suffuses her body. “Stop sayin’ things like that, Ben,” she complains, wrinkling her nose and pushing herself upright. “You’re gonna make me blush again.” She’d blushed something fierce last night, especially when Lottie had added her own praise to his words. “But”– she says now, drinking the sight of him in fully –“you’re damn right about the view being nothin’ to sneeze at.”

That, at least, earns her a laugh and a shake of his head as well. He doesn’t blush – not even after Lottie had tried her best to make him – but does avert his gaze as he moves to put his cigarette out. Darlene rakes a hand through her hair as she watches him, all broad shoulders and thighs that should simply…

“Hey now,” he chuckles as she moves to straddle him, “good morning to you too.”

“Do ya mind?”

He grins up at her. “Do I look like I do?”

“I dunno,” she shrugs, biting her lip a little at the heat that flares to life in his gaze. “Don’t wanna assume… I mean,” she says, gesturing at the rest of the room, “with Lot already out the door an’ all…”

“Surprised me with that,” he grunts, squeezing her thigh. “Ace rushed off like all the devils from hell were chasing her this morning. Tiptoed a little not to wake you, but…”

She tries not to let it sting. “She does that.” Usually not when there’s a fella in our bed, though. “I’m a lil slower in the mornin’. Lot’s always first to leave. Ya get used to it.” She half-shrugs at that. “If you… If you wanna leave, too, that’s all right?”

“You’re gonna have to kick me out of this bed if you want me to go.”

“Oh do I?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he laughs, “I’m not even sure I can walk in a straight line right now.” His eyes are bright with mirth as his hand comes to rest on her lower back. “Not sure I want to, either. Goddamn, you two damn near killed me.”

“Ya kept pace with us,” she retorts archly, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Ain’t another fella out there who can say that. You’re good people, Benny DeMarco. Even if ya got that mouth on ya”– she grins before kissing him on it, all closed lip and heat –“and absolutely no shame at all, sittin’ up in a bed that ain’t yours like this,” she teases, letting her fingertips skim across his belly, “naked as anythin’, all fucked out”– except he’s not, if his sharp intake of breath is anything to go by, and that just makes her smile –“or… wantin’ more?”

“You’re one to talk,” he says, shamelessly eyeing her, “climbing on top of me like that”– and his hands are roaming, wandering, pulling her closer –“Jesus, look at you,” he sighs, voice going softer than she good and well thinks she deserves to hear, “I’m never gonna want to resist this.”

“Ben–”

His kiss is languid. Gentle, even, with him brushing stray curls out of her face before his hand comes to skim the underside of her breast. “More of this,” he affirms, “if you want…”

She nods, wordless, as he kisses her again. Wraps her arms around his neck, just like she’d dared last night when they’d been out for drinks and he’d been flirting back a little too pointedly to ignore. And it’d been a little hassle then, getting him to realize that Lottie was in on this – had been smirking at them half the evening, knowing how the night gonna go – but he’d not missed a single beat since. She smiles at the memory. Presses closer to him still, kissing his cheek and jaw and neck and–

“Darlene,” he murmurs, voice almost cracking, “stay fucking still, you’re…”

“Feeling very wanted right now,” she grins, feeling his full-body response to her pressing against him like that. Heat pools between her own legs at the realization, answered by a sudden flash of warmth in her lower belly. “God, Ben, just one more time, you an’ me, all right?”

He smiles up at her. “Like I’d say no?”

“I dunno…”

“Never. Never ever gonna say no to you.”

He makes it sound like prayer. Like some sort of talisman he keeps, with her arms around his neck acting like its chain. Her belly swoops as though she’s airborne – and maybe that’s how he feels, flying that bomber, like that giddy feeling that’s taking root inside of her now. There’s a vow in it she doesn’t want to listen to for too long. If heard like that, she might believe more than she should.

She nuzzles his cheek. Kisses him again, long and slow and wanting. “Want me to stay like this?” she checks, to his insistent nods that make her laugh out loud. “Can ya reach the draw–”

“I’m just here to grab my”– interrupts another voice to her right, so suddenly that Darlene almost squeaks out offense –“well, fuck me.”

Benny is the first to recover, and does so rather admirably. “Grab what?” he asks, peering at the doorway. “Didn’t think you were coming back this morning.”

“Yeah,” says Lottie, judgment coloring every inch of her now that Darlene looks at her, “that much is clear.” Her girlfriend, blonde hair raked back into a haphazard ponytail, leans against the doorframe. Eyes them almost the same way she did last night, though right now her face is marred by a slight frown that deepens the longer she stands there. “Jesus,” she whistles sharply, in a way that makes Benny lean against the headboard and close his eyes a moment, “you’re still going at it?”

Darlene frowns back. “Just enjoying my mornin’,” she retorts archly, making sure her tone stings. You could’ve enjoyed the same if you really wanted to. God knows you do it all the time when I’m gone. “Did ya leave somethin’ here?”

“Yeah.” Lottie’s voice is sharp in turn. Her words almost a snap as she reaches out to grab her flight jacket off the chair by the door. She doesn’t linger. “Looks like I left my senses.”

The door slams shut behind her. Too loud. Too quick.

“Hey,” murmurs Benny, fingers brushing her cheek now that Darlene’s gone and flinched at the sound, “everything all right?”

It’s hard to look at him. Hard to see the concern in his eyes – really, are you okay? – that now translates into how gentle he makes his touch. Darlene bites her lip. Takes a breath that’s a little too noisy as she feels her eyes begin to sting. Good going, Lot, you’re fucking me up here.

“She’s just spittin’ mad,” she breathes as she wraps her own fingers around that stubborn curly strand of hair on his forehead, “that I didn’t kick ya out yet.” She braves a smile. Meets his eyes. “Ain’t your problem, all right? Between me and her.”

It’s hard not to like him even better than she already does when he gives her a tiny nod. “All right.” Just like that. No pushing. No getting involved. Just his acceptance, and the only question she’d expect him to ask. “Do you want me to go, now?”

Darlene raises an eyebrow. “Do ya think you’re in a position to leave, Ben?” She laughs as he actually glances down at his lap, then back up at her. Catches how his eyes darken with the motion. How his arm tightens around her waist. “That’s what I thought.” She can’t help but sound a little bit smug at that. “Weren’t we in the middle of somethin’ here?”

“You were starting something,” he corrects idly, pulling her even closer. His own laugh is almost breathless. “Again.”

“Oh was I? What was I star– ohhhh.” She sighs as his free hand moves down between her legs and his fingers find that sweet, sweet spot that almost makes her eyes roll back in pleasure. “I remember now,” she breathes, shifting in his lap a moment until he’s hard and wanting beneath her in a way that’s got him muffling a curse against her skin, “I was starting somethin’ that ends with you inside of me, wasn’t I?”

“Oh were you,” he smiles back, eyes warm and bright as his fingers already slip inside her and leave her gasping. “Like this? Or…”

“Goddamnit, Benny,” she admonishes, to his answering chuckles, “you know I want your cock.” She’s brazen about that the way she’s been with him since last night – he ain’t a shy fella, after all – and he’s smiling up at her about it all the same. Smiling up at her with an almost impish delight as his fingers curve up inside her like they did when his mouth was on her. “Come on,” she almost wheedles, unable to keep a slight whine out of her voice, “lemme take it nice and slow, Ben…”

“Nice and slow for the morning, huh?”

Darlene nods, smiling, as his next exhale ghosts over her lips before he kisses her. Nice and slow, so I can remember being with someone who wanted me first.

She doesn’t say that part out loud.

[hiwofumi]

𝚊 𝚞 𝚐 𝚞 𝚜 𝚝

Summer love with the Sano boys. Mikey’s ver.

For context, the Sanos own a beach house. It’s the same setting for each boy, but on different occasions.

18+ ⭒ MDNI ⭒ 1.4k words

starring ⭒ Manila Arc Mikey ⭒ AFAB Reader

tags ⭒ Smut ⭒ Reader is a bikini wearer ⭒ Whipped Mikey ⭒ Dirty talk ⭒ Public sex ⭒ He’s kinda rough ⭒ Standing doggy ⭒ Stand and carry

note ⭒ Entry #2 for @fueledbysano’s Sano Collab! Thank you for the warm reception of Shin’s version! ⭒ Just realizing now that I’m not posting in the right order of the lyrics ⭒ Robyn, it may not be a penthouse, but I think you get the gist :]

network ⭒ Meet me behind @tokyometronetwork

versions ⭒ Shinichiro’s ver.⠀Izana’s ver.

𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎

When Manjiro reaches the balcony entrance, he stares.

You stand out against the backdrop of the sea—he knows he’s biased, but he has no shame in admitting it: you’re more breathtaking than the view of the beach, even with just your back facing him. Your elbows rest on the railing; the ribbon of your bikini top adorns your back; your curves cascade downward to more curves, where supple skin peeks out of your tight bikini bottom.

He’s committed plenty of sins before. But he believes, at this moment, his biggest sin is choosing a nap over the opportunity to be in the presence of this.

His knees wobble with regret.

He saunters, and the harsh sound of rolling waves mutes his footsteps. You turn your head in surprise when a pair of arms lace around your stomach, a warm figure pressing against your back. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” his voice is soft and low.

You regard him from head to shoulder. He’s in his favorite black tank top; it matches his hair, which sways lightly from genial winds; it matches his eyes, which still carry remnants of sleep. You smile, and your arms fall over his own, unaware that every motion rattles his chest—your whole presence has this effect on him. “’Cause you’re a grump when you’re woken up.”

“I’m not,” he has the nerve to deny, and you almost retort when his lips crawl over the slope of your shoulder, blurring any comeback you had in mind. “Especially not when you’re wearing this.”

His lips trail up to your neck, then behind the shell of your ear. Your skin prickles in response, but you hold your ground, leaning only slightly against his body while your head remains turned in his direction. “Is that so? Maybe I’ll wear bikinis more often, then. That ought to keep you tamed.”

“I’d like that,” he admits almost too quickly, “maybe a little too much.” The words vibrate against your ear, raising more bumps on your skin. Under the breeze cooling your chest, your heart thumps.

You hum in return, “What do you mean by that?” though you’re just playing coy. You’re entertained by this, this mania he disguises under a mask of calm.

“I think you look good against this railing. That’s all I’m sayin’.” His kisses behind your ear are too enticing, too hard to ignore.

You inhale quietly, “And?”

His hand wanders, cupping your breast over slippery fabric. “And I know how to make you look even better.”

You saw it from a mile away: his other hand burrows between your thighs, rubbing over the cloth. Your own hand finds the railing, needing to clutch it as your thighs clench around his rotating fingers. “If I moan,” you exhale, “do you think someone will hear us?”

“Maybe,” his fingers slide under both pieces of your swimsuit, brushing over your erect nipple and pulsing clit. You burn even more. “Would you let ’em hear you? Would you let ’em know what I’m doing to you?”

Your breath falters, and you can no longer help it. “Yes,” you arch your bottom to meet his groin, where his bulge resides, “so fuck me all you want.”

Once you say it, he can’t be stopped.

Two fingers slide into your cunt and stretch you immediately. The whine you let out competes with the roaring waves, the squawking seagulls.

He pushes you over the railing with his other hand, and you feel him tug at the string holding your bikini top in place; it slackens from your chest, pointing to the floor, and he fondles your bare breasts while working into your swelling cunt. As you loosen around his fingers, he grinds his pelvis against your bottom, and you feel his hard-on pressing, setting you further from reason. Your moans come out as stuttered hums, as messy vowels.

“Spread for me,” he tells you, and you comply, parting your legs wider. You feel him leave your figure all at once—his hands and hips gone, only an air of his silhouette left. Then he tugs your lower bikini down, and he grabs your hips, sliding his cock into you without warning. Your view of the sea blurs, and your throat strains with every inch he buries into you. Amidst his groaning, he utters, “Tight. And so fucking pretty,” he lets out a breath of pleasure before he moves at a fair pace.

You inhale sharply, arching your back as you fold your arms on the railing, dipping your head in-between. He strokes your clit at a brisk pace, and you curse over the sensation you’re unsure how long your body can withstand. “Fuck, Manjiro,”

“I like that,” he grunts between his movements, and you wonder how he can still speak in this position, “go on, keep saying it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Manjiro!” you cry as he shoves himself further, his tip meeting a point that flutters your stomach and weakens your knees. You feel the hard contact of his groin on your ass, the slap of his balls against your wet bottom. Then your mind blanks when he pulls out, leaving you stretched and pulsating eagerly, heaving breaths.

He gives you a mere second of rest before he turns you around, your softened figure facing his own. You take a look at his earnest face, then you look down to where his cock glides over your wet slit. You moan faintly and meet his eyes again; you can see, even in your teary vision, that they burn with the same intensity as his flushed skin. “You’re stunning.” He breathes out.

His words are accompanied by another teasing nudge of his cock. You breathe through your parted mouth, your back pressing against the railing for support. “Manjiro, my knees are giving out,” you tell him weakly.

He snickers arrogantly; he knows what you’re asking for, humored by the hint of your statement. “You just wanna get fucked deeper,”

You mentally applaud him for knowing better, flattered by how well he knows you. You submit when he lifts you by the underside of your thighs, buckles your legs around the small of his back, and allows a glimpse of his cock as it enters you again. He slides far into you, and you reward him with soft cries and the clench of your cunt, admiring the stress on his features with your cloudy vision.

There’s a pressure in being sandwiched between his cock and the railing, one that urges you to throw your arms around his neck and cling on for dear life. Your body jerks with his harsh thrusts, his tip brushing the very end of you, your mind tossing into the seemingly endless wave of pleasure. “Manjiro. Manjiro. Oh, fuck,”

“Hold on to me,” he pants. Your skin rubs against the hot metal behind you, and your body shakes as you dig your nails into his shoulders. You tug him close until your chests press, the orgasm threatening to spurt with every beating pulse. “Come all over me,” he urges.

With a cry, you reach the peak of your arousal, and his warm fluid flows into you with the last of his thrusts.

You pant together in that spot, his body giving in to exhaustion, but his arms still securing you. He leans on your body, his chin resting on your shoulder as you let relief wash over you like waves.

“Can you stand?” he asks, his chest beating hard against your own.

“Yes,” you answer, heaving back. “You can put me down.”

With his remaining strength, he pulls out, and your bare feet meet the wooden floor. His hands rest on either side of you while he lowers his head. You take a moment to fix yourself; you pull your bikini back on, tying your top loosely, then you help him wear his shorts, too. You push his hair back and cup his face, brushing your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. “I wanted to swim,” you sulk jokingly.

He looks at you, resembling a puppy when he says, “Are you saying you rather wouldn’t’ve had sex?”

You linger in silence for a moment. “Sex is all right, too,” you feign nonchalance, but you’re unable to help the smile that grows on your face.

“All right? You were just all over me,”

You laugh, then you take his arm and drag him into the house. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s rest and go for a swim.”

[afterdarkprincess]

A Moment Backstage

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Gen Summary: Sami and Jey share an interaction backstage before the Tag Title Rematch (set during Nov 13th 2023 Monday Night Raw) -- Did I have several other things to write? yes but this just would not leave me alone, so here we are.

tags for @feelschicken, @imabillyami @southerngirl41 @elementaldoughnut12 @harmshake and @jeysbvck (if anyone else would like to be tagged or I forgot someone let me know!)

AO3 Link

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Jey paces backstage, headphones over his ears blasting music as he pumps himself up for the tag match. What ifs and worries plague his mind and he’s restless about not just the tag team rematch tonight but the Wargames match ahead of them.

Finn and Damien had been trying to eg them on earlier, Sami was right about that, but all the things they said had been true, especially about him. Jey has betrayed every single one of his current team members in the name of his cousin and his family.

He’s been plagued by this issue ever since his return and debut on Monday Night Raw, the mistakes of his past refusing to leave him be. All the things he’d never really wanted to do that Roman had made him do anyway.

His mind flashes to Elimination Chamber, the clip they’d showed last week of him with a chair in hand, tears dripping from his eyes and falling onto the mat as Roman screamed at him. In the end he couldn’t do it, couldn’t take the chair to Sami in the same way he’d done to KO. But he wasn’t brave enough to put the chair in Roman’s back either. A failure on both accounts.

Sami had waved it off, said it was all in the past now, but sometimes when Jey looks at him all he sees are those moments. Flowers strewn across the ring from the tattered lei, red like blood against the canvas as Sami turns to him with tears in his eyes. Watching his brothers attack Sami as if the last year never happened.

Jey wipes a hand over his eyes as if that will wash the painful memories away, thinks about retrieving his water bottle from wherever he’s left it this time, trying to get back out of his head. Sami appears in the locker room before him, the soft smile on his face a hard contrast to the anguish in his memories.

“Hey, my dawg!” Sami says cheerfully, “Just wanted to-oh!”

Jey cuts him off by pulling him in for a tight hug and not letting go. The waves of emotion that had swelled since the top of the show threatening to overtake him as he clutched Sami to him.

“M’sorry, Uce. I’m sorry-“ Jey mumbles into the crook of Sami’s shoulder, keeping his face hidden for what it might show. “Never wanted t’hurt you.”

Sami’s arms wrap around to hold Jey just as tightly, and the ginger laughs nervously. “Hey, hey now- s’okay Jey. What’s this about?” His hands press against Jey’s shoulders to make some space between them but they stay there as to not let him get away.

Jey sniffles and rubs a hand on his face, trying to be discreet as he wipes the tears away. “I dunno, Uce, just thinkin’” He shakes his head. “‘Bout what those guys was sayin’ earlier. I did a lot of messed up shit, and like Cody n’ I talked it out right? And the stuff wit’ Seth is whatever, don’ really care what that guy thinks…”

“They were trying to mess with us, Jey. Don’t let them get in your head.” Sami’s face is soft, and the understanding look in his eyes is doing nothing to assuage Jey’s guilt.

“Sami, I messed up wit’ you. Big time.” Jey struggles to find words. “I was- nah you was the best thing that ever happened to me, Uce. Me n’ Jimmy was champs but being Roman’s pawn was eatin’ at me and I wasn’t good. M’not gonna apologize again for how I was actin’ before Wargames cause I know you ain’t gonna hear it, we past that. But Elimination Chamber? And all those months before Wrestlemania?” Jey hung his head in shame.

One of Sami’s hands moves to the nape of Jey’s neck and it’s all he can do not to lean into the warm touch. “Jey, I don’t blame you for that. You were in a tough spot, you were protecting Jimmy, I understand.”

He doesn’t and it hurts. “You don’ know, Sami. How hard that was. Seein’ you with KO, and feelin’ like I should hate you but I couldn’t cause you was right. And that night that I came back? I wanted to pick you so bad, Uce. I just- I couldn’t.” Jey lifts his head again to meet Sami’s eyes. “I just- I’m sorry.”

Sami’s face is unreadable, and he takes a moment to respond.

“I forgive you,” He finally responds. “I forgive you and I’m sorry too. I didn’t make that easy, I mean everybody told me I should leave you alone and I just couldn’t.” Sami bites his lip.

Jey feels the weight he’s been carrying for all these months fall off his shoulders. “You never gave up on me.”

Sami pulls Jey back into his arms and claps him on the back. “Never, my dawg.”

Jey stares as Sami releases him, the swirl of emotions in his head clouding his judgement as his gaze falls from Sami’s eyes to the flushed pink of his chapped lips. And for a moment he lets himself think about how good those lips would feel against his own.

He shakes the thought away, unwilling to jeopardize the progress he’s made tonight. “Me n’ Cody gonna kick Judgement Days asses but… I’d feel better knowin’ you’d have my back.”

“Even though I can’t be out there tonight, I always got your back, Jey.”

For a second Jey thought he caught Sami’s eyes dropping to his lips and his heart leapt but that same second Cody appears in the doorway.

“Ey Uce, it’s go time.”

Sami coughs and takes a step back. “I uh- I gotta head out,” He touches Jey’s chest playfully. “You’re gonna do great.”

The action, one both of them had done countless times, is charged with energy.

“See you after?” He keeps his voice neutral as he steps backwards toward Cody.

Sami nods, “We’ll celebrate with waffles!”

Jey walks out the door and follows Cody down the corridor towards gorilla.

“You ready for this?”

Jey nods, and for the first time all evening, he believes it.

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Thank you for reading! :) I'm gonna work on my other WIPs now and not start new ones (she said, like a liar)

[simon-x-billy]

Simon x Billy

Year of the OTP: November

Chapter 11: What is my hand doing?

[Gif not mine]

Prompt: Secret relationship reveal

Masterlist || ao3 || start || prev || next wip!

RECAP: When last we left our lovers, Simon was still stuck in Brooklyn for career purposes, but at least he got to tell his besties that he is A. on a panel at Comic Con for reasons; B. moving to Italy; and C. talking to someone there. That would be Billy, but the besties think it’s Billie — so that’s fun. Billy, on the other hand, has not been told about Simon’s decision to move. But at least he finally has been told when Simon is coming back to see him — in two days. Today is not that day. Tomorrow is. Until then, the pair are inventively and intuitively making use of technology to come together again. But before we can get to that, the plot thickens/deepens/moves forward. TW: Phone sex written by someone who has never had it. If this is a hideously awful embarrassment to phone sex-havers everywhere, please leave a comment, DM, whatever. Why should they have bad phone sex when they can have better phone sex? Seriously, I ask you.

Chapter 11: What is my hand doing?

———/Simon/———

Ugh, Brooklyn. (Blasphemer! I’m calling myself out and I am a-shamed.) But it's true. Brooklyn is ugh to me right now. At least the wait is almost over. Kelly finally arranged to have me sent back to Italy tomorrow night. Like a- Well, like whatever kinds of objects get sent back to Italy.

Wait.

I rewind that thought back to where I said ‘tomorrow night,’ and this time think it with a bullhorn. TOMORROW NIGHT! Hallefrickinlujah.

The fear is that she’s probably made all the arrangements necessary to have me air dropped from a moving helicopter to get back at me for announcing I’m abandoning Brooklyn. She is truly angry at me. It became particularly apparent when I asked for help with the real estate stuff. That might have been exactly the wrong thing to ask for her help with. This will require a fitting gesture of my undying admiration, and my amazement at her next level ability to put up with me. She levels up every time I breathe in her general direction.

I’m calling Billy without even realizing it.

“Hey, man,” Billy answers. “Howeyeh?” I can hear him smiling.

“Do you have plans tonight?” I ask. “Beyond sleeping, I mean.”

“Just sleepin,” Billy replies with curiosity. I can hear him yawn at the other end and it feels endearing in my stomach. Which is weird, but pleasant. “What did you have in mind?” I can hear his smile change to a sly smirk all the way from Italy.

“I want to fall asleep listening to you fall asleep,” I admit, and immediately die of cringe. Hello, creeper. It’s too late, and I can’t take it back.

“Now, see, yeh can’t just go round sayin beautiful stuff of that sort. It’s unfair, that’s what it is. Say it again.”

“I want us to fall asleep together,” I repeat. “Even if we can’t exactly be together when we do it.”

Billy makes a noncommittal sound. “Time difference is a heartless bitch, Simon. How early can yeh manage fallin asleep?”

“Well,” I pause in frustration cuz I hadn’t thought about that at all in my internal fantasy of hearing him sleep. (Creepy? Romantic? Romantically creepy? Don’t know, don’t care.)

I offer an alternative. “Wake up just for me, then go back to sleep?”

Billy snorts right about the time I realize that that’s actually kind of a tall ask. And again, possibly creepy. Or romantically creepy. “Am I creepy? Or romantically creepy?”

“It’s more romantically presumptuous, really. But I’m setting my alarm, nonetheless. Now let me alone so I can finish prepping the zeppole. Hot pillows of sweetness sent by the Lord himself.”

“Like my own hot pillows of sweetness?” I giggle. I’m giggling.

“Er,” Billy begins. After a moment’s consideration, he clears his throat. “You bake?”

———/Billy/———

“Will yeh be wantin a tour guide and a driver for Pompeii, then?” I ask the pair before me, tryin not to yawn into the late afternoon sun as I count out the change for their beach chair rental. No less than 70, if they’re a day.

“Why? You think we can’t find our way ourselves without them? We’re more than capable, young man,” says the missus. I can see she’s just windin up for a tongue lashing. Grumpy in the mornings, could be.

Grumpy.

I head her off at the pass, picking up the beach bar’s ancient phone with a finger poised to dial. “Not in the least, not in the least. But I guarantee you’ll get more out of it with a guide to show you all the secret corners, peek inside the archaeologists’ tents, tell yeh the local lore and the wisdom of the ages.”

She relaxes. Guaranteed it was the ‘wisdom of the ages’ bit what did it.

“Ah, go on. Let me call the front desk. They’ll arrange for everything.”

“I can arrange for everything my-” she begins, pugnacious as ever.

“Martha,” the man says softly with his hand on his wife’s back. “Let the boy do his job.”

Bright eyes, big smile, Delaney. Simon would be proud of my Guest Services face, and then demand I’m lying about never attending theatre school. I hmmm inaudibly to myself.

Shocked am I, the whole thing is managed entire without another objection, and the mulish Martha and her man are sat there happily installed on their beach loungers.

Oh, Lord. Here comes trouble. “It’s to be that sort of day, is it?” I grumble.

At the very least, I have fair warnin as I can hear the trouble comin. The soft tinkle of bells at her toes announces her arrival. “Well if it isn’t the lovely and mysterious Sabina. Docked the barge, have yeh.” Land ho.

“It’s Billy, isn’t it.” Not a question. Lovely.

“More a ‘he’ than an ‘it.’” Get your pronouns right, miss.

She doesn’t deign to acknowledge my comment. I’m to be ‘it,’ then. Is she offensive on purpose, or does it just come naturally? Perhaps she’s simply gifted that way.

“To what do I owe the honor, my dear?”

“Instructions,” she says with a coolness that verges on frostbite. “For a party next Saturday night. You will come out to the boat as my guest,” she informs me, and tips her head to the side as she gauges my reaction.

Is she- I mean, she wouldn’t be- askin me out? Never.

“Bring Simon as your +1.”

“He’s the +1?”

“You be the +1 if you like that position better.” Her monstrously oversized sun hat casts shadows across her tip to toe, straw letting through tiny, bright dots of light that shift as she shifts. Just as the day I made her cheerful acquaintance.

Has it really only been two weeks? Really? That can’t be right.

“Greta will text Kelly the details, technicalities, all that,” she informs me. Kelly is Simon’s PA, so I’m assumin Greta’s her own.

“Kelly? You know Kelly.”

“Of course. She’s Kelly. People know this about her.” She waves away the question as if it’s both beneath her and boring.

“Sabina, has anyone ever described you as a piece of work? I’m meaning a work of art, acourse.”

She lowers her sunglasses and without cracking the slightest smile, winks at me. Well fuck me sideways.

“How did you know?” I ask, takin my opportunity where I find it. “It’s been botherin me ever since your show. You well knew the party was at a pan club. Why us? Tellin the two of us to come. What did you see in Simon and me that told you somethin would happen?”

Ignoring my question, she floats onto a barstool and flips her curtain of glossy, black hair behind one tanned shoulder.

I put back on my Guest Services face. “Something to drink? Might enjoy an espresso, biscotti,” I offer.

“No. I will not eat,” she informs me.

“Then what can I do for yeh, my dear?”

“Come next weekend. Another birthday party. They happen every year,” she says, lackadaisically. “The house. The boat. You know how it is.”

“Do I?”

“Maybe you don’t.”

She never answered my question, and I’m of a mind to persist. “We’ll consider it, if yeh answer me. Why did you tell us about your show in Naples? What did you see in the pair of us? How could you have known, when even we didn’t?”

“Billy.” She places her hand over mine. I use wiping down the bar as a reason to casually free it again. Watching my reaction over her absurdly large sunglasses, she gloats almost imperceptibly. “Make me a bellini.”

Sabina taps her fingernails on the bar top and takes the opportunity to study me as I pull out the peach purée. I add the sparkling prosecco and place the drink in front of her, giving her an arched eye caterpillar.

She tips her head toward me and says, “All right. I’ll tell you. Simon, you know he’s from New York.”

I nod.

“We know the same people,” she says as if that explains anything.

“And?”

“And from the cafe I saw Simon Lewis sitting in my marina.”

“Your marina?”

She bats the question away. “Of all the times Simon and I have wound up at the same parties, I’ve never seen him look at anyone else the way he looked at you.”

Fuck me.

She continues, “He wanted me to go away, deeply. Who could make Simon want such a thing? So I thought I’d have a little experiment. Nothing outrageous.” She smirks. “You couldn’t take your eyes off him. But he practically pissed a circle around you.”

“Not at all. He spent the whole time dealin with you, my darlin. And if anything, it was me as was sat there doin the pissing. I didn’t much care for the way you spoke to him.”

She laughs low. “Your expression gave you away, you know. The kiss was a test; a simple one.”

“Then what if we hadn’t been, I don’t know, swept up in the whole thing that night?” I challenge her. “What would have happened then?”

“Does it matter? Were you? Swept away? The right music at the right moment can make anything happen.” She dismounts with the tinkling of tiny bells, bellini untouched.

Before she reaches the hotel elevator, Sabina calls back over her shoulder, “Oh and Billy. Dress for Capri.”

Ah. Understood. I take a deep breath. “I’ll do the best I can.”

She nods, and departs without a word.

“Lovely to see you, too,” I mutter.

———/-/———

It’s Wednesday? I thought yesterday was Wednesday. Fuck me, an extra day. Life drags on at a snail’s pace.

Opening photos, I realize Simon’s face was the last shot I took that wasn’t of my genitals. It’s of him in the tunnel, moments before we entered the club. All bold, confident, and full of excitement, with not a clue of the direction the night would take.

When I look at him, I’ve no idea who I am anymore. I’ve never really been that certain to begin with, in all honesty.

For a man without a rudder, I’ve never needed to know who I am. Just all the whos I’m not. Not a father, not a son, not a brother, not a bother.

Alfie tells me I’m the best of friends. Cheers, mate. Nice to hear, but I’m not sure I believe it overmuch. Not when I’ve never stuck round long enough to be a good friend to anyone.

I’m a nomad. And I hate it.

I’ve only just realized that I hate it. Before Italy, before this glorious place, I’d have described my life as Freedom. Carefree, exciting, mind-broadening, instructive, adventuresome, even a right good time. But as I feel all these words strung together in my mind, I realize they’re all empty and meaningless, when it’s clear I’m the one who’s strung together. Like stringing lights about a Christmas tree. Invariably there are big holes crying out to be filled. Gaps with nothin big enough to fill them. That’s me — gaps big enough for a man to fall through. Never to be heard from again.

For certain, not a sole Delaney has ever noticed I’ve gone. Isn’t that just grand. All the times I’ve lived under one roof or another, time done for what? Some stories told over a pint at Christmas. And not the funny kind.

“Remember that cousin Billy?”

“Oh sure’n let me see now. He was the one as had the curly hair, yeah? Nice fella.”

Or the older generation? They might say, “Oh that Billy, he always was such a helpful young man to have round the house when somethin needed seein to. So helpful. Can’t remember the sound of his voice or the colour of his eyes, but he sure was helpful. Cryin shame we never had a good place to put him when it was our turn.” Sure’n that’s what they’d say.

Oh, shit. Must remember to ring Shazza and wish her a happy birthday.

———/-/———

“Vittorio, buongiorno,” I say as I enter his office.

Rosalina has just been to fetch me from the kitchen, where I’d been losing myself in the mundanity of prep work.

Problem is, I’ve also been gettin lost in too many mental images from the weekend. Just couldn’t clear my head. All good, so good.

It was all so good until Simon’s phone lit up like a christmas tree, and everything hit a wall. Just bam! Face first. A wall. (Shaped like a woman named Kelly, presumably somewhere in New York.)

It’s his career, Delaney. Quit thinkin what yer thinkin. It’s just God punching us in the nads with fate, as Simon would surely say.

Thing is, I do feel as though I’ve been punched in the testicles. I do. And I’m not sure what’s makin me feel worse — the testicles or the fact that we said goodbye immediately after my life was rocked on its foundations.

Am I bi? Never figured I was before. Does that mean I’m not? I love makin love to a woman. So, not gay per se. But not entirely straight, neither. How could I be?

So, bi?

Bein bi would explain Simon’s sudden appearance on the short list of people who’ve ever made me come that hard. Does that make me bi?

“Beelee!” The hearty voice of Vittorio greeting me snaps me out of yet another reverie. With that big-loving smile, kisses to the cheeks, an arm round the shoulder, he makes me feel welcome, and he knows how to make me feel useful. Helpful. Good at what I do. And like I contribute to this little family he’s built in his kitchen.

My smile stretches wide. Not just because I feel like smilin, but more because he deserves all the smiles. “Vittorio, you are a gentleman and a scholar.”

He laughs with a boom. “Si, certo!” Yes, obviously.

“Certo,” I agree, and indeed it is obvious. He’s wise, and kind. I hate getting attached. But I’ll hate saying goodbye to Vittorio. Ah, fuck. I’m attached. It’s too late.

“Come, Beelee. You will sit with me,” he says, opening the doors out to his private garden patio, and motioning me past. He picks up a sweating pitcher of the homemade lemonade they call limonata, made and bottled here in one of the orchard’s outbuildings. If sunlight had a taste it would be Vittorio’s limonata.

“Beelee,” he begins, once we’ve settled in. He looks out at the view and sighs. “The year you are with us is coming near to end,” he says with the most marvelous Northern Italian accent. “You are considering this with much thought, yes?” He leans back comfortably and sips his limonata in a motion he’s likely developed over decades in that chair with this view. Quite a place to talk business and no mistake.

His words finally penetrate my addled brain. “Have I thought of movin on?”

“Si,” he nods.

Movin on.

No, I have not been considering with much thought. But maybe I should. He’s right. It’s only a couple months off, innit. I’ve barely kept an eye on the goings-on in the culinary world since I arrived in Sorrento. And that is curious.

It’s curious, as every other country I’ve been I've always seen as a gig. Workin to live, yes acourse, but livin to expand my ability, my craft, my creativity, along those veins. Finding the joy in learning the tempo of life in each place. I have loved almost all of my gigs, and enjoyed the environs as much as time allowed. And yet I’m always counting down the days, weeks, and months, months, weeks, and days, well before the end for each city. Until now.

I love Vittorio. Adore him. Both as a mentor and as a man. He is a good man. Solid. Steady. Fiercely loyal and protective of the hotel family he’s built. He may have been born in the North well away from the water, but after all this time he has come to be a man of the South. Its cliffs, the sea, the vertical living with stairs to get anywhere. This is his home. Yes, he was born in Siena, but he chose to live his life in Sorrento. He chose this place to plant his roots, and settled in to live his best life.

I long to live that dream somethin awful. Some sort of permanence in this temporary life of mine. A life I could build, myself. A place of choice. A family of choice. Finding my tribe. And holding on to them. Holdin on for as long as I’m allowed to keep ‘em.

Vittorio looks at me with those intuitive eyes of his. “Qua cosa? What thing is so bad to make your face is falling?” He pretends his face has fallen to his lap to illustrate. “You are having sadness?”

“I haven’t thought much about leaving, to be honest,” I admit.

“You fall in love with Italia, I think. In you I see this, each day a little more, a little more. I am thinking the thoughts that you I should send to Firenze. You learn to cook in the North. It is, come se dice, how you say, molto bene very good y diferente with the Campania kitchens of us here.”

“Si, si, I’d like to learn the northern cuisine.” I can barely get my mouth to shape my next words. “Before I leave Italy.”

“Si. O posso Venezia. Pero non sera ristauranti che va bene.”

I laugh at such a sweeping statement of negativity from this man. “There are no good restaurants in Venice?”

“If there was good ristaurante, I send you to there. But Roma.” He rolls his r with gusto and passion for the eternal city. RrrrrrrOmmmmma. “Roma? Si, son ristauranti with the goodness I demand for to send you to there.” He nods thoughtfully. “Stefano, si.”

“Stefano Rossi?” Jaysus, good enough?

“O in Toscana, to Rodolfo.”

“Rodo Molinaro?” For serious?

“Si.”

Before I can bleat about these two utter gods of Italian cuisine, he interrupts me. “Or we take you from Italia and make you in France. Parigi - what you are calling Paris? Provence? You stay on the Mediterraneo you try Nice, la Riviara Franca.”

At least the French Riviera is just down the coast. (And that’s my first thought? How close I’d be to here?)

I try to interject, but he continues. “O in Spagna. I am having the very strong thought of Barcellona. O Siviglia. O to where you are calling Switzerland — Lucerne. You like Lucerne?”

“I’ve never-“

“You think with deeply careful thought of these places. I have thought very strong and with time that is long and full of care. These are the places you consider.”

“Vittorio. You are a dear, dear man and I cannot think of a suitable way to show how very much gratitude I have for you.”

“But your face is not a face of a man is happy,” he observes. “You are disappointing with these choices I give you?”

“No! Never, Vittorio. Not ever. I would joyfully live in every one of these cities! Florence, Rome. Paris, Nice. Barcelona, Seville. Lucerne. All of them.” Or none.

————/Simon/————

“I’d be in the air already, but I have to fit in one last fake fight with Kelly before I go. I promised to take her to brunch so we could fake-fight in person.”

“Let me guess, ‘It’s kind of your thing.’ Seems to me I’ve heard that one before,” Billy snarks into the phone. He sighs in defeat. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but I think I’m jealous.”

“Oh yeah? Why? Literally dying to know the answer.”

“How long do I have to wait?” he asks, sounding greedy.

“For what?”

“Before I can have you again,” Billy growls, in a tone he’d surely describe as naughty. Or at least I would describe it as naughty.

“With your moans in my ear, breath hot against my throat,” he continues. See? Naughty.

“Billy.”

“Simon.”

“Billy. What are you doing?”

“Hearing that sound you made when I licked a stripe up your neck, still salty with sweat from the club.” His voice is all gravel, low and rumbly.

“You don’t fight fair,” I whine. But in an appealing, sexy way.

————/Billy/————

I like that impatient sound. “I wish this was your hand,” I say, trying to keep the grin out my voice.

“What? W-what is my hand doing?” I hear Simon swallow at the other end.

“That twist you did — it’s like you read my mind: How to wank Billy Delaney.”

I don’t have my hand anywhere close to my cock. I just love gettin to hear him all flustered.

“Uh, um, Billy? Are you having solo phone sex right now? Is that what you’re doing? Cuz I gotta tell you-“ he breaks off.

“What do you have to tell me, Simon?”

Silence.

“And make it good,” I rumble.

“Jesus Christ, Billy.”

“No, just Billy.”

“Funny,” he responds dryly. Which acourse makes me smile. It’s the combination of exasperation, frustration, and libido all fighting for their turns to spring out his mouth.

“Is it? I thought we were gettin someplace, Simon.” I pitch my voice as low as it will go. “Someplace good.”

He lets out a whimper, then all I hear is rustling. Something clatters on a hard floor. Simon gasps, “Shit!” followed by, “Oh, thank God,” then somethin else falls with a thud. I hear shuffling in the background and angry muttering.

“Simon?”

“Wait, wait, hang on just a-“ I hear a jingling of bells, and then the sound of street traffic. People in conversation getting closer and fading away. Sirens. Loud sirens. I hear the tell-tale sound of his Converse slapping on pavement, accompanied by rapid breathing and some mumbled curses. “Come on come on come on!” I hear him whisper.

“Ey! I’m walkin here!” he says loudly, away from the phone. Followed swiftly by an angry, “Yeah, fuck you too, buddy,” under his breath. I feel as though I’m listening to every film about New York ever made.

“Hang on, just a sec,” he huffs faintly, as if the phone isn’t at his ear. I hear the jingling of keys. Everything he does is suddenly amplified, all with a strange, hollow ambience. A few loud, echoing footsteps later, and again I hear the sound of keys scraping into a lock.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“Closer to my bed than I was five minutes ago,” Simon answers. “Not there yet.”

“Where were you five minutes ago?” This is pure gold.

“The bodega on the corner.”

“Serious?” I laugh. “Why’d you turn round?”

“Fuck you, Billy.”

“Not yet.”

I hear him trip over something. The phone clearly just went thud on carpet, and I hear a distant voice, swearing, “Where are you, fucking bastard.” His voice gets closer and closer. “Oh thank fucking Christ. I thought I broke my phone. Oh my sweet baby, an angel at one ear, a devil at the other.” He pauses as he shuffles whatever’s in his hands. “Billy? You still there?”

“Oh, I’m here, Simon.”

“Ok, start talking dirty again.”

I blink.

And we’re both laughing. “I like that you make me laugh,” I tell him.

“I like that you talk dirty. Can we go back to that please?”

“You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine?” I tease.

“What does that even mean?”

“Where are you, Simon?”

“Standing at the base of my bed.”

“Naked yet?”

He chokes, “What?”

“Just wonderin. Set the scene for me, Simon.”

“Theatre school, I’m telling you, theatre school.”

“You’re thinking about theatre school at a time like this.”

“Not even a little, when you sound like this. Jesus, Billy.”

“Where are you now?” I keep my voice fluid.

“Oh! Um, not where I was a minute ago the last time you asked. No, not still there,” he says.

“Naked yet?” It all started out as a gag, but I’ve become increasingly invested in his answers.

“Shoe-less. But I’m working on it.”

“Let me hear you take off your shirt.”

“Okaaay. How?” he asks in confusion. “Shirts aren’t loud. Am I supposed to rip it?”

“You like the shirt? Cos I want to hear all the buttons popping off.”

I didn’t think he’d do it, but I clearly hear the sound of buttons set free, pinging off every surface.

“Button fly again tonight?” I ask, thinking back to how easily his jeans came undone with just a flick of his hand.

“Not tonight.”

“Let me hear the zipper when you pull it down.” I hum as I hear the zzzzzz.

“Did you hear it?” he asks, voice turning gruff.

“I didn’t think I would, but that was hot.” I thought I was teasing, but now I know I’m not. “Let me hear the material slide down your legs. Slowly, Simon. Don’t rush it.”

His phone amplifies the rustle of fabric sliding over skin as though my ear is right there. My eyes slip shut. I can picture the material being pulled slowly over his hips, revealing the V of his muscles there, then catching on the swell of his arse. Sliding over that magnificent arse. Fuck, when he runs, I bet it bounces. And the image makes me groan.

“Mmm, that sounded good,” Simon nearly purrs. He’s gone from 1 to purring in under 3 seconds. “Did it feel good, Billy?”

“Yer man’s got game then, has he?” I challenge him.

“You haven’t answered my question, have you, Billy.”

“Is the secret just to work my name into every sentence? Cos I’ll be honest with yous. It’s doin it for me.” I need more than this. Without preamble I switch us to FaceTime.

“Rude!” he squawks.

“Are you offended, Simon?” I set up the angle for him to watch. He’s gone silent. Turns out I’m clothed enough for some suspenseful stripping of my own. His face is priceless.

————/Simon/————

Merp.

—————/Billy/—————

I watch as his eyes go dark, and his expression turns unselfconscious. Hungry.

I’m more’n likely to show him whatever he wants to see, though it can be hard to actually ask for it. “What and where, Simon?”

“Mmhm that sounds nice,” he says absently.

“Nice.” That’s not what I’ve been goin for. Seems his thoughts are a mite preoccupied. “Do you know what I want to do to you the minute I see you?” I challenge.

“Um. No?”

“I am going to strip you bare after Customs if you stop for any reason except to walk straight to me.”

“You’ll be there at the airport?”

“And I will strip you bare. Right there at Customs. Don’t test me, Simon. After you’ve landed? If I see yeh doing anything?” I prompt him.

“I’ll come straight to you,” he says on a whisper.

“That’s right you will. And the moment we reach the car, I’ll press you against it, undo your jeans, and wrap my hand round you, with just enough firm pressure.”

He whimpers.

“What do you like, Simon? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“What I-“ His eyes go blank. “Merp.”

So I continue. “Then I’ll tell you what I want from you when I get you back to the hotel.”

He whimpers again.

“I want you to strip me slowly, make me impatient. Because I’ll be dying to have you fast. I’ll have been waiting for you, wantin to take you in that tiny car, wanting to feel all of you, and lay you down. But-“

“But she’s too small,” he whispers, getting into it a bit more.

“I’d bend you over the bonnet, but you won’t let me.”

“I won’t?”

“No Simon, you won’t. You’ll tell me the fuckin luggage can wait, and you’ll drag me to your room.”

“I’ll be dragging you?” he asks, sounding confused.

“Just go with it. You’re breaking my flow.”

“Sorry,” he whispers with a grimace.

“Shhh.”

“Ok.”

“Shhh. Hear me. I’ll want to drag you to bed instantly, but you won’t let me. You tell me to slow down. Take my time.”

“Take your time? We’ve gone a whole week without each other. How much more time will we need? Are we even naked yet?”

“Shhh, Simon. See it. See me in agony, desperate for every second I can have with you again. I’ll start at one end of your body and work my way to the other. Those runner’s legs, God. All that skin up, up, following my hands with my lips, lettin the hair slide across my mouth between kisses. Show me where my lips are, Simon.”

His breath catches. “Jesus, Billy.”

“Do you want to see how close my mouth will be? I’ll show you. Watch where I start, Simon, just here. See me.”

He lets out a high puff of air. His breath rate has picked up. So has mine.

“I’ll stop and kiss here.” I circle the spot. “I want my mouth on you, Simon. The soft, warm spot behind your knee you’ve never thought about until I became the first person to tongue you there. Or here,” I whisper, drawing my hand up my inner thigh. I have one thought and one thought only: get this next shot right.

I bring the camera round, laying back to give him the long view up my body.

“Mmmfm, you have a wet spot in your briefs,” he says in a huskier voice. He’s finally getting out of his own way.

“Do you know why, Simon?”

“Why?”

“Because all I can think about is running my lips over all of this skin,” and I draw my fingers slowly up to where my thighs meet. He lets out a high breath. “Show me, Simon. Show me where my lips are.”

The image on the screen swings wildly around, showing bits of lightly furred leg, the color of his sheets, confusing body hair, and the paint on the ceiling. He grunts as he repositions himself. Suddenly, the image is swinging around to show me the path up his knee and I get an eyeful of the long view he’s giving me.

“Mmmmm, do you know what I see, Simon?” All that flesh leadin to the sight of a cock and balls from below, snug in a pair of boxer briefs, lookin monstrous huge from this vantage point.

“Yes,” he breathes. “Yes, I know ex’ex’exactly what that l’looks like.”

“Draw your hand up the inside of your thigh for me. Let me watch it, your phone followin behind the whole way up.” I give him an example to inspire him. “Tell me when to stop, Simon.”

A high moan escapes him. “W’when do you want to stop?”

“Never.”

He groans. “Take off your briefs, Billy,” he instructs me, feeling bolder. “Now.”

I smile to myself. That’s the spirit.

“For you, anything, Simon.” And I realize I actually mean that. I probably would do just about anything he told me to.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asks me. “The wet spot just got bigger.” He sounds terribly proud of himself, and continues with more confidence. “Oh shit, your cock just got bigger, too. God, I can see the tip peeking out of your waistband.”

I steadily reveal every millimeter until he can see the full head. “Oh God. Billy.”

“I want you naked and fucking your hand, Simon, now. Let me watch.”

Simon whines.

“Naked, Simon. Then hand.”

Again, his high puffs of breath turn into a whine. But the moment I fist my cock, Simon’s voice drops two registers — as if he knows this is the moment we really get started. He’s saying, “I want to see the tip poke out of your fist, see you drawing the hood back as you stroke.”

“Fuck yes, Simon.”

“Closer,” he demands.

I moan at the thought that he wants to see it up closer. That an eyeful doesn’t send him runnin for covers. But no, he’s enjoying being in control.

“What does your other hand really want to be doing?” Simon rumbles. “When it’s not holding the phone, what’s it holding? Or fondling? Or sliding over. Show me, Billy. Show me what you do when you’re alone.” It’s a command, not a request.

I let out a long stuttering breath. “Simon, I think you might be quite good at this. Given some more practice,” I say, as I try in vain to get my phone under control. I need a place to prop it so I can use both hands. Finally, driven by the agony of frustration, I set the phone against a pillow at the right angle and kneel with knees spread wide.

“Oh fuck shit fuck,” comes straining out of him, and he’s fully stroking himself in earnest. “Nhhhh, Jesus Billy.”

What’s he on about? I look down at myself and visualize the view from that angle. Oh God. “You, too,” I grind out. “Want to see you too.”

He gives me what I want. Lord, that is a filthy fuckin sight from that angle. My hips punch my cock through my fist and I cradle my balls.

“Fuck yes,” he moans. I look down and find just how much precome I’m dripping. I hitch my hips closer to the camera and splay my legs wider. “Oh Jesus Billy fuck,” he gasps at the sight.

“Show me,” I tell him. He takes a screenshot and turns the phone round to show me. “Show me on you, Simon.”

“Oh, right,” he breathes.

“Faster,” I tell him. “Let me hear you.”

“What makes you come, Billy? Mmmmmfffwant to see it up close,” he groans.

I reframe the phone, but the sight from this distance has got to be brutal.

“Oh Jesus, Billy,” he huffs, then “Oh God,” comes out with an urgent tone. I’m flyin in and out my fist, yet somehow he can see it all.

“No, don’t stop,” I complain as his hand stutters to a stand still. He puts the phone down on the bed below him, and squats just over it. It’s an intense view. “Oh God, Simon. That is obscene.”

“Now you,” he instructs. “I want to see both hands better.”

I try to angle more carefully so he can see more cock and less balls.

“Oh fuck,” he says in surprise. “Right there, yes. No, too far, bring it back, bring it back - stop! Perfect. Show me.”

“That’s,” I grate out, “my line.” Oh God, I feel the sensation begin to build. “Simon- Si’ nhhhh, I’m- are you-“ I can’t think.

“Yes,” he grates out, followed by a strained, “Fuuuuuck!” I’m glad he’s as close as I am. I want to see him tip over the edge while he’s watchin me do the same.

I’m fucking panting, every breath I force out comes back in gasps. “Oh God yes,” I whisper. “Simon.”

“Me, too, me, too, oh fuck yes fuck. B’Billy?”

The look on his face is all shock and awe, then all I can see filling the screen is the head of his cock pulsing spurts of come landing somewhere outside the frame.

Ho shit. Fuck fuck fuck, the heat blooms throughout my body in warning. “Oh God, fuck Simon, fuuu, can you see? I want you- watch-“ I call out nonsense. I can only focus on the rush I feel throughout my body. I come in full view of the phone and my knees buckle.

Rolling to my back and still panting, I try to remember my name and country of origin. But “Simon,” is the only word I can find.

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[f0point5]

this is the anon that asked about the lando fic just now -- i'm not really on social media so i can't say that i've noticed a vibe shift HAHHA but i totally get where you're coming from

tbh the plot you described if i remember correctly (they're too much of a playboy so y/n who is a model/influencer has to pretend to date him i think??? or am i actually making this up??) would work for quite a few drivers imo if you want to shoehorn someone else in for that one

out of curiosity which drivers would you write for? like just at all (as in, i'm assuming you would never write for like lewis or checo but if you found the right plot who is someone you'd be open to writing for)

It’s not really on social, more in interviews and just his general demeanour. But yeah that’s all conjecture I might just be insane lol I just feel like he’s…on the verge of doing a Rosberg? Like about to ditch everyone in his life and go “beast mode” to try and step up his game? Or that he’s beginning to get frustrated with his general position on the grid? Idk I have a feeling something is cooking there.

Anywayyy

Yes, the idea was that Lando and this model have a PR relationship. Him to stop being the subject of embarrassing gossip and her for reasons the fic would dive into. And it was going to be like, both of them discovering who they are away from the paths they’ve both had from children, with a heavy emphasis on Lando’s love of photography helping Y/N rediscover her love of fashion/photography/art/modelling.

But yeah the PR relationship could work for several drivers. The photography angle could work especially for Daniel. It would also be an arc for Daniel to be thinking more about life outside F1 given he’s just come back.

Off the top of my head I think these are the drivers I could have good arcs for, with no brainstorming. Like they have in-built narratives.

Charles - the Bianchi!Reader plot lives in my head RENT FREE

Daniel - it would be bittersweet but I think cathartic and so “you deserve a soft epilogue” coded

Oscar - shy, focused, out of his depth Oscar with an outgoing firecracker would just be The One. Oscar navigating fame and team politics…maybe with a Zak’s daughter Y/N…I’m just sayin’

Lance - nepo baby Lance in his flop era getting hated on for breathing with a girl who couldn’t care less about cars and just wants him for him, and to see him do what he loves.

Lando I don’t think has as much of an in-built arc but I also think he could work for so many adorable tropes. Grumpy x sunshine, fake relationship, sibling’s best friend, boss’s daughter, I see it all for Lando.

George and Carlos are two I’d like to be able to do something with, but they just don’t give me main character energy. Everything about those two kindaaaa radiates second driver. (Carlos maybe a bit more first driver for upper midfield team but still not Main Character™️)

And I could fr do SO MUCH with Esteban’s in-built arc (Esteban in an enemies to lovers arc with a Max’s-Y/N-type nepo baby would just be *chef’s kiss* and I remember in the fic I dropped various hints about the fact that Esteban had a bit of a beefxcrush on her because that arc was just so *there*) but he IRKS me so much I could never. It really is a shame because his whole story is just such great background fodder.

Obviously could write 18k different storylines for Max also lol

[glitchyk]

I decided… to do a thing for a friend, since, why not?

Moshie, my goop buddy, about you, and your favorite little guys!

@moshieee, if you wanna see this

Opossums, they are said to represent/ are symbols of adaptability, luck, fertility, self-awareness, and strategic thinking. Seeing a possum cross your path may be a warning to protect yourself against negative people, while seeing a dead possum could be a sign to spend time with your loved ones.

Gonna be honest, reminds me of you, mosh! As in, self-awareness, at least to an extent, adaptability, and the fact that whenever I see you, it reminds me that not everything is bad!

Even if you don’t see yourself as much, I think you’re pretty awesome, just like how opossums might not be noticed as much, I think you deserve more recognition! I don’t have many followers, so it’s not like people will see this, but, I wanna say that I think you’re awesome! Your story building, your creative tadc AU, and— everything!

Sorry if it seems random, but I felt the need to say it, since I guess I’m in a really positive mood right now.

You’re human too, you get to feel things, and it’s nice talking to you, I know you struggle, and I want you to know that not you or anyone else EVER have to feel bad about feeling a way, and, well, I’d say I sorta feel a bit similar.

We’ve talked a bit in dms so I won’t disclose that information, but, as you know, I can really relate to you, I feel comfortable around you, so I want you to know that neither I or anyone else will ever judge you for how you feel. If any of you are reading this and don’t know who moshieee is…

Their my dear goop buddy!

Have a cool tadc AU in the works

Amazing traditional artist

Caring person

Creator of these amazing things called Floffis

And just amazing.

Opossums are their favorite

Yet again— this is sorta random! But I figured I’d tell you how much you remind me of your favorite (or one of your favorite) animals!

Opossums are adorable and helpful, even if some people think they aren’t, they are really useful, they can’t have rabies due to their immunity, and they often eat things like ticks and such that would be a negative impact on a community.

You are someone who’s very nice and helpful, even if people might not look at you as a positive influence, or might look at you in some way for being not ‘normal’, a lot of us aren’t ‘normal’, and being near you makes me feel great since it’s someone similar! I won’t get in depth, yet again, it’s your personal stuff, so I’m simply going to say the least I can while still getting my point across. Even if you aren’t that big of a person for content, which I see as a shame since you are AWSOME, you are amazing and big for a lot of us, because of your personality. You see bigger blogs and you wonder why they interact with you— it’s because you’re awesome! Even if you, or others don’t see you as that much of an impact, you might not be huge, but people know you! You’re nice, sweet, but you can also be ‘rude’ in a fun way, really funny and considerate even when you are playfully rude.

In fact talking about your tadc AU, I may’ve made a whole character just sorta off the concept of your AU, the character is opossum themed and already has folklore attached, since I remember you saying all of them were folklore/mythology related.

“According to a Mazatec legend, the opossum spread fire to humanity. Fire fell from a star and an old woman kept it for herself. The opossum took fire from the old woman and carried the flame on its tail, resulting in its hairlessness.” … just sayin what it’s based on ✨

[yoursecondfirstlove]

Anti-Social Behavior P.2

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(Nathan young x f!reader)

Continuing her community service (y/n) grows closer with her fellow young offenders. She may still think this whole thing is bullshit but she is delighted to find a friend in a pretty blonde volunteer

Word count: 5,555 words

Warnings: swearing, smoking, alcohol, drug use, death mention, sex mention, description of nudity, r slur

The next week had rolled around and Nathan had not given up on his insistence of finding a power “and what? Cuz you’re all special and I’m not? Yeah well I doubt it. You can think what you like but I have a superpower and I just need to find out what it is!” Alisha huffed, quickly growing tired of his continuing rambling “maybe you’re just super-retarded!” Nathan ignored her completely continuing his rant “maybe I’ve got like a whole Spider-Man vibe goin’ on. Ya know, maybe I can climb walls and do spider shit!” (Y/n) let out a huff of laughter “spider shit?” She questioned earning an eager nod from Nathan. “Yeah cuz that makes perfect sense. Why would you be able to climb stuff” Curtis snapped. Nathan squinted at him “I don’t know! How is it you can turn back time, apparently? And weird kid can turn invisible? It’s not like this whole situation is backed up by a wank-load of logic.” (Y/n) shrugged “in fairness he’s got a point” Alisha rolled her eyes “No the fuck he doesn’t! You’re just sayin’ that cuz you wanna shag him!” (Y/n) turned to scowl at her as Nathan chimed in “hey hey hey! There’s no shame in that!”

The group found themselves in an alley picking up litter scattered about when Curtis noticed a body heaped on the ground “what is that?” The group turned and began to approach a nude man laying on the ground, passed out, or dead…who’s to say. As they reached his side Kelly asked “is he breathing?“ (y/n) shook her head “this fucker better not be dead! I can’t deal with another dead body…” Alisha approached him and poked him with her litter picker causing him to stir slightly, she turned to the group laughing slightly before addressing the man who was slowly returning to consciousness “hey nude guy, you’re naked!” The man rolled over, quickly leaving nothing the imagination as the group recoiled in horror. Nathan caught a glimpse of his face and leaned forward to examine further before he yelled in recognition “you!” Panic quickly set into the naked man as he promptly got up and started sprinting away as Nathan chased him to the gate. The group had already erupted in laughter “do you wanna tell us who that was?” Curtis laughed. Nathan turned to them angrily “he’s my mums…he lives with my mum” the group continued to laugh “your stepdad has got a massive cock” Alisha commented sending the group into another fit of giggles. Nathan, irritated, interjected immediately “no! Jesus! And he’s not my stepdad alright?” Alisha turned to Kelly and (Y/n) “did you see that thing? That was monster big!” She turned back to Nathan “your mum will hurt” Nathan stuck his fingers in his ears looking away from her “la la la la la, shut up!” Kelly shook her head “why’s he naked?” Alisha rolled her eyes “well, obviously he’s some kinda pervert, or he’s gay” Curtis turns to her “that follows” he said sarcastically (y/n) chimed in “casual homophobia? A lot of us haven’t even had our first cigarette of the day is it not a bit early?” Alisha just rolled her eyes again. “Or he could be a rapist. There’s loads of them around here” Kelly added, she too earned a remark from (y/n) “man, this dank alleyway is feeling safer by the second!” Finally Simon chimed in “maybe he’s a werewolf” (y/n) couldn’t even formulate a snarky response to that one, she just stared at him, luckily Nathan picked up the slack for that one as he pointed his litter picker at Simons face and declared “twat!” Simon drew back slightly before he defended his stance “it’s what happens in films, you turn into a werewolf, you kill someone, then you wake up somewhere, naked, like a zoo.” (Y/n) continued to stare at him wordlessly as he cast nervously glances to her flat stare. “He’s not a werewolf alright?” Nathan insisted “this guys such a pussy he needs my mum to open jars for him. I’m sure if he was a werewolf he’d be able to open a jar of peanut butter for himself!” “What happens if the storm messed him up?” Kelly questioned. Nathan made a slight face “that’s bollocks” he meekly insisted again “what are the chances?”

The group stood in the community centre as a crowd of elderly people danced around a few tables, their probation worker, Sally instructed them “help out. Talk to them. Make sure everyone’s having a good time.” They all just stared at her quickly wearing down her patience causing her to bark out “move!” They all walked pasted her into the crowd. (Y/n) approached a man in a wheelchair who appeared to be wearing an army uniform of some sort, adorned in medals. “Can I get you anything?” She asked sweetly, he didn’t reply which began to worry her a little “hello?” She shook him a little. “What’s goin’ on?” Nathan asked walking up from behind her. “I think he might be dead…” (y/n) muttered exchanging a look with Nathan, he nodded reassuringly before leaning close to the old man’s face “she’s stealing your pension!” He loudly announced to the man, startling him awake. Nathan turned to (y/n) with a toothy grin “no, he’s fine.” (Y/n) just shrugged walking off with Nathan leaving the man dazed and confused. An elderly man had approached her asking politely for a dance to which she smiled tightly and complied. While dancing she looked over the man’s shoulder and saw that somehow, within the two seconds Nathan had escaped her sight, he’d snagged a woman in a wheelchair and began running around with her faster than he probably should have “okay Joan, let’s pick up some speed here, let’s get that wind blowing through your hair! ooo uh let’s get that wind blowing through her scalp, come on” (y/n) had managed to catch Nathan’s eye as he commenced his antics and he had let go of the wheelchair completely, letting the woman roll off into the hallway as he waved at her. (Y/n) smiled and shook her head, breaking away from the dance with the old man to join him. Before she could say a word a beautiful blonde woman walked past them “hi” she greeted them earning a polite wave from (y/n). (Y/n) let her curiosity get the better of her and followed her to the food table where she was carrying some paper plates, Nathan following her eagerly. “Hi!” (Y/n) greeted again once she’d reached her, she looked to her, her eyes flicked to Nathan as he stood behind (y/n) like a child who’s mam ran into her friend at the shop. “So are you a member of staff?” (Y/n) asked, making conversation. “I’m a volunteer” she said with a smile, (y/n) nodded retaining a wide grin “volunteer? You’re a better person than me!” Nathan desperate to be part of the conversation just nodded while he looked back and forth between (y/n) and the blonde woman. “Yeah old people…they’re so…” both (y/n) and the blonde woman turned to Nathan, wanting to see where he was going with this “they’re so…they’re old, ya know?” He finally concluded. The blonde woman just nodded “right” she muttered before turning her attention back to (y/n) “so what got you into community service?” She asked, (y/n) shrugged almost dismissively “graffiti, nothin’ crazy” the blonde woman nodded and turned to Nathan “and you?” He huffed a little “I was just done for eating some pick’n’mix” she laughed at that “right, of course you were, you’re such a liar, pass me those sausage rolls” as Nathan had his back turned an old woman seeking a dance partner toddled over, Nathan turned around and let out a startled noise at the sudden sight of her. “I think she wants to dance with you” the blonde woman said walking off “oh that’s nice” Nathan called after her but he quickly looked to (y/n) seeking an escape from the situation. (Y/n) just shrugged and walked off to try continue her conversation with the woman.

At the end of it all they were retrieving their things from their lockers to change , Curtis swung open his locker door and quickly called for the attention of the group “someone knows” he stated looking at the cryptic note he’d found “they know we killed out probation worker!” Kelly chimed in “is this a wind up?” She turned to address Nathan “was this you?” Nathan seemed almost offended by the accusation but not for the reasons most people would be “if I was tryna wind you up, I think I’d be a little more creative. ‘I know what film you saw last summer’” he said mockingly. “this isn’t funny!” Kelly retorted only for Nathan to reply “if I wanted to freak you out, I’d have dug up the body and stuck that in your locker” the group continued to bicker about who did it, who it was for, if it was about the probation worker at all and so on. “Okay. Okay. Let’s just say you’re right? If they actually knew anything, they wouldn’t be dickin’ around stickin’ notes on lockers. They would have gone to the police and we’d all be banged up in prison gettin’ gang-raped in the showers. But this, this means that they have no evidence, no proof. Nothing. And anyway. I’m guessin’ it’s about some other totally unrelated shit that you’ve done” Nathan concluded, Curtis glared at him but (y/n) just shrugged “he makes a few fair points with that one” Nathan turned and gestured to her thanking her for her support of his argument “so, if we’re all done freaking out here, over nothing. There’s somewhere I need to be” and without another word he walked out. Curtis looked around to the others as they stood stoically “please tell me you don’t actually believe that prick?” Kelly just shrugged “well whoever did it is just tryna freak us out right? So we just act normal.” She turned to (y/n) for reassurance, (y/n) nodded agreeing before turning back to Curtis who, clearly aggravated, just threw the crumpled note back in his locker. Kelly took (y/n)s hand in hers as they walked outside. Once they’d gotten out of the building Kelly turned to her “I’m fuckin’ starving! Wanna get somethin’ to eat?” “Oh fuck yeah, absolutely”

Something to eat had turned into a few drinks and by the time she was leaving to go home it had already gotten dark out. (Y/n) and Kelly bid their farewells and had parted ways. As (y/n) walked she rooted in her pocket for her iPod and earphones but came up empty handed. She stopped walking completely and groaned. Fuck! She’d left them in her locker! She’d been in such a rush to leave and then she didn’t notice they were missing immediately because she was with Kelly. She wandered back to the community centre praying it was still open but once she’d reached the door it didn’t budge. She used her whole weight to try and open it a few times as if that would make a difference but there was nothing changing it. It was locked. She groaned again, keeping her grip on the door as she leaned back, casting her eyes skyward. “Adding breaking and entering to your charges?” A chipper voice called to her. She turned to see the blonde woman from before, Ruth. “No” she answered with joking scrutiny “I left something inside and I wanna keep pulling in case I magically open it with my mind” Ruth laughed walking up to her. “Well lucky for you…” she pulled out a set of keys “I’ve left something inside too” (y/n) just stared emotionlessly at her for a moment before jokingly declaring “you’re the love of my life” Ruth laughed “uh-huh” she slipped pasted her to unlock the door and let them both in, flicking all the lights on. They both made quick work of finding what they’d left behind rejoining in the corridor. Both of them rounded the corner to be greeted by Nathan yelping in surprise “what are you two doin’ here?” He asked “I left my bag” “and I left my iPod” they all stared at each other for a moment before Ruth spoke up again “why are you here?” Nathan, panicked cast his eyes to (y/n) only to find her giving him the same questioning look “I’m…volunteering” he answered half heartedly as he leaned against the wall. “Is this a burglary?” Ruth asked stepping forward like a mother scolding her child “no!” Nathan quickly defended “I could say the same for you” he said accusingly “she’s got keys” (y/n) laughed. Nathan looked to (y/n) defeated “do you wanna drink?” Ruth and (y/n) shared a look and smiled.

Both of them stood back as they watched Nathan break open a lock and slide up some shudders “aaaaaannndd…now it’s a burglary” (y/n) stated. Nathan just shrugged. The three of them commenced their night of heavy drinking, drug use and just general goofing around. They danced and made a fool of themselves as they threw themselves around the community centre, taking turns pushing each other in the wheelchairs, the whole night was incredibly blurry but from what (y/n) could process  Nathan was clinging to her constantly, picking her up, hugging her and spinning her around while Ruth laughed her ass off at seemingly nothing. After a while the three of them stumbled outside for some air.

They sat by the water occupying the two wheelchairs, Nathan sat in one with (y/n) snuggled into his lap and Ruth in the other, as they all passed a joint between them. Nathan had fed a growing habit of holding the joint for (y/n) whenever she was taking a pull. As (y/n) finished her third pull in a row Nathan passed the joint to Ruth. He turned back to (y/n) “you alright?” He asked, she nodded wordlessly in response. Ruth tapped on Nathan’s shoulder to get his attention, both Nathan and (y/n) looked at her as she drawled “I wanna get a photo” she took out her phone and all three of them squeezed together to fit in frame, all making matching kissy faces. Ruth pulls her phone back to look at the picture and they all softly giggle at it. Nathan turned to (y/n) as she giggled. Both their snickers died down as they slowly began to lean into each other. Ruth looked past them and furrowed her eyebrows, before Nathan and (y/n)s lips could meet Ruth spoke up “I don’t mean to interrupt but a naked man with a huge cock just ran past” Nathan whipped his head to look in the same direction as Ruth “it’s him!” “Who?” “It’s my mums…the guy who lives with my mum, quick give me your phone!” He took Ruth’s phone before moving (y/n) off of him and sprinting after him. (Y/n) plopped down onto the now unoccupied wheelchair while she and Ruth stared at Nathan’s disappearing figure. “Where’s he going?” Ruth asked “god knows” (y/n) said casting a glance back to her. They both giggled leaning into each other. “Do you live far from here?” Ruth asked. (Y/n) groaned, through all this mess she hadn’t even thought about getting home “it’s a bit of a trek…” she admitted. Ruth just giggled at her “stay at mine, I’m just around the corner” (y/n) smiled at her and nodded as they both stood up, still stumbling a little as they held hands for stability “you really are the love of my life ya know…” Ruth let out a bold chuckle at that “my lord and saviour” (y/n) continued “oh shut up!”

(Y/n) walked back to the community centre that morning with a raging headache, wearing the same clothes as yesterday. She could see Alisha and Curtis flirting from a distance. She was just striding off as (y/n) reached Curtis. “What are you smilin’ about?” She asked while grinning knowingly. Curtis bit his tongue as he smiled at the ground “nothing…” he replied coyly.

Nathan pulled (y/n) and Kelly aside as he showed them both a picture in Ruth’s phone “it’s him, it’s the guy who lives with my mum. He was out there last night. This is evidence” (y/n) scrunched her face up “and what exactly are we looking at?” Nathan huffed as he began to point to the screen “cock, anus, bit’a ballsack” Kelly grabbed the phone from him as her face screwed up in disgust “ew what is that?” “That’s ballsack! It’s from a low angle, Jesus!” Kelly and (y/n) shared a look, giggling slightly before Kelly cast her eyes back to Nathan “where were you last night?” She asked. Nathan stared at her ‘oh, shit. She knows I’m a homeless.’  He quickly ran off to Simon “here look…” he showed Simon the phone “cock, anus, ballsack…yeah?” Simon smiled cheekily and pointed to the screen “what’s that?” “That’s cock!” Nathan stepped away from Simon to address the group “look, this guy is living with my mum. We’ve got to do something!” “Like what?” Kelly quickly fired back. Nathan thought for a moment before asking “can you get me a gun?” “I ain’t gettin’ you a gun!” “C,mon, you know someone. Just a little one! Nothing too lairy” Kelly smiled, amused “there’s no wayIn getting a dickhead like you a gun.” “You can get a gun off the internet” Simon added matter of factly. Nathan ignored the concerning comment entirely “what if we just go ‘round there tonight, talk to him? We’ll be mature and polite, yeah? And then we’ll just tel him to fuck off!” “What if he says no?” Kelly questioned Nathan sputtered for a second “I dunno. We’ll improvise. So, who’s with me?” Nathan faced a flat faced group, he looked around trying to find any kind of support and locked his gaze on (y/n) “c’mon! (Y/n)! You’re with me right?” She shrugged “sorry…” Nathan huffed placing his hands on his hips “it’s like that is it? So much for being united by a horrific, life changing, shared experience” the rest of the group continued to stare at him “hmm? Last week? Ya know? The situation…?” After a few more minutes of silence Nathan blurted, all too loud “we killed our probation worker!” The group hurriedly shushed him “god you’re such a dickhead” Kelly muttered. “That counts for nothing?” Nathan continued. “I’ll come with you” Simon offered but was only met with a doubtful face from Nathan “I’m not bein’ funny but…me and you, buddying up…kickin’ ass! I’m just not feeling it, but, hey. Lovely thought, cheers.” The rest took a place sitting around as Simon slinked away discouraged.

The girls entered the locker room first to get changed, chattering away about nothing in particular as they stripped down. Alisha spotted the tattoo on Kelly’s lower back “did that hurt when you got it done?” She asked, Kelly nodded “yeah it hurt like a bastard, I only got it done cuz my fiancé wanted it” Alisha nodded and leaned over to addressing (y/n) “do you have any tattoos?” Alisha asked. “Yeah a few” (y/n) spun around to show off each tattoo giving it a little explanation as to why she got it until she paused turning to Kelly again “you said your fiancé, are you engaged?” Kelly shrugged as she pulled in her shirt “I was. I’m not anymore.” She stated simply. “Why? what happened?” Alisha asked “I could hear what he was thinkin’, yeah? And he wasn’t exactly being romantic. (Y/n) scoffed out a laugh “sounds like a dickhead” she laughed, Kelly grinned at she turned to (y/n) “proper dickhead” she exclaimed causing all three girls to laugh. “Have you been with anyone? Since you could do your thing?” Kelly asked Alisha, she scoffed in response “no, not full on” she shrugged “tried it out with a couple of guys, just for a second. They were proper horny. One was quite fit actually. What about yous two?” Kelly shook her head “no, guys are arseholes with how they think about me, don’t wanna touch that” (y/n) shook her head as well as the other two girls turned to her “I mean me not bein’ with anyone has nothing to do with the super speed, I just haven’t” she laughs, Alisha laughs as well “yeah, cuz you wanna shag Nathan so bad you won’t touch anyone” (y/n) screeched out a laugh “stop!” Kelly smirked at her “yous two are actually quite cute, he’s a dickhead but, yous two are cute.” (Y/n) snickered as she slug an arm over Kelly’s shoulder “yeah thanks” she laughed out sarcastically as the girls all turned to leave.

Later on in the day Nathan was storming out of his house after an altercation with his mum and her…the guy she lives with. Leaving him huffing with a heavily bruised ego and a lightly bruised cheek. He tried to call (y/n) but she didn’t answer. Now that he thought about it he remembered her mentioning she had work that night. So he went to another place to seek comfort, Ruth’s house. Ruth opened the door, questioning his presence without saying anything “I got your address from the community centre” he explained “why?” She asked. He cast his gaze down to his feet “cuz I don’t wanna be alone and I can’t get a hold of (y/n).” Suddenly she nodded understandingly. He looked up again “and I uh…I thought you might want your phone back” he added as he handed it to her.

Once he’d sat down in her living room he just  played with his own hands awkwardly as he stared at his shoes. He’d explained the whole thing to her, near teary eyed. “She’d never hit me before…not even a smack when I was a kid.” Ruth considered it a moment “what do you want from her? Would you be happier if she was on her own?” “Yeah!” Nathan insisted “but it’s horrible being on your own.” Ruth smirked for a second “you don’t want your mum to have anyone in her life cuz that means she’s not there for you” Nathan was quick to interject “don’t try that reverse psychology A-level bullshit on me! I’m fine!” Ruth scoffed “your living in a community centre you’re doing great” Nathan just shrugged. “C’mom I’m sure you weren’t always there for your mum the way you want her to be there for you. I mean you’ve gotten caught up in girls and that” Nathan rolled his eyes “I don’t get caught up with girls” he defended. Ruth only scoffed again reeling back “yeah? You don’t do you? So I’m just imagining your infatuation with (y/n)? Hm?” Nathan just made a face at her. “See! You’ve no defence!” “Hey I’m not infatuated with her!” Ruth giggled casting her eyes down to the floor before looking back up again “from the moment I’ve met both of you, you’ve been stuck to her. You follow her around, always try to make her laugh, or impress her and always trying to touch her in some way” “okay yeah that doesn’t mean I’m infatuated with her!” “That’s exactly what it means!” Nathan thought about it a minute only to realise she was right. From the moment he’d met her he felt like he spent every moment she wasn’t there looking forward to her coming back. He hadn’t even known this girl long! Sure he’d wanted to shag girls before! Hell, he’d go as far to say he wanted to shag most girls he met but he wanted more than that from (y/n). “I…I don’t think I’ve ever actually liked a girl the way I like (y/n) before…” Nathan admitted nervously. Ruth smiled “is that why your so rubbish at this?” Nathan sat up straight “hey I am not-“ he paused as he saw her expression “okay maybe I’m a bit rubbish at this.” He admitted as he slouched back down. Ruth smiled at him and poked at his knee “would you like a drink?“ she asked “yeah…” he huffed childishly. Once she’d left the room Nathan examined his surroundings, seeing a cane and knitting needles. He’d picked up a magnifying glass to play around with as he called out to her “who’s house is this?” “It’s my Grans!” Ruth called back with a slight hesitation in her voice “I’m staying with her.” He continued messing around with random objects he’d found until she returned “is sherry okay?” She asked. Nathan gave a slightly disappointed nod and took the drink from her. Before Ruth could sit down the lights began to flash, Nathan’s eyes grew fuzzy as her form switched from one to another. After a few minutes the flashing stopped and Ruth had seemingly been replaced by an elderly woman. Nathan screeched in surprise as he launched himself to the other side of the room dropping the small glass of sherry onto the floor. “What the fuck?!” He wailed before sprinting out of the room and down the hall to the front door, he flung the door open and had only gotten a step or two out before Ruth grabbed him “Nathan wait!” She exclaimed. Once’s he’d turned around she was young again he stared at her in confusion “what the fuck was that?” She hesitated before answering “it was the storm. i just…I just wanted to be young again” she admitted. They both stared at each other a moment “come back inside.” She begged but he just shook his head “no! No no I can’t it’s just-it’s just too weird” he said breaking from her grasp and sprinting off as she stared helplessly.

The next day the group were back with the elderly crowd, today seeming to have a much better attitude about the whole thing as many of them danced happily with the older people. Nathan however just sat on the side gazing at (y/n) while she danced with an older man, the man was using what little athleticism he had left to throw out some eccentric moves and (y/n) was smiling brightly and laughing with him. Nathan huffed and looked up to see Ruth, old again, approaching him with a smile. He reeled back in panic before standing up and and jogging out of the community centre. (Y/n) witness the scene and rushed over to the woman who looked distraught at his sudden exit. She excused herself from her dance partner to rush over to her and help her sit down “sorry about him he’s just…well he’s just like that.” She joked, the woman nodded “I understand…” she smiled but there was clear sand was in her tone. (Y/n) smiled back as she cast a quick glance around the room “let me just uh…jet around, see if anyone needs anything and I’ll be right back, yeah?” Before (y/n) could walk off the elderly woman commented “and here I thought I was the love of your life…” (y/n) froze in place and then turned toward the woman slowly “sorry?” She asked, as if she’d misheard her. The woman grinned “the love of your life? your lord and saviour?” (Y/n) approached her slowly and kneeled in front of her, examining her thoroughly. She had a familiar twinkle in her eye, there was something so recognisable about the way her grin tugged on her wrinkled lips. “Ruth?” (Y/n) near whispered. The woman nodded. “But how…” she began but interrupted herself “the storm…” she’d realised. “I wanted to be young again…I suppose I hadn’t realised it would be temporary” Ruth admitted sadly. “Hey…” (y/n) said soothingly “you got to be young again! it doesn’t matter if it was only for a week or two! That’s a chance no one has ever gotten, and I think you lived that to the fullest” Ruth smiled and reached her hand up to pet (y/n)s hair. “I’ve known you for two days and you’re the only one who could make me feel better like this…” both of them smiled tearfully at each other before Ruth nodded to the door. “Go after Nathan, he needs some comfort right now” “are you sure?” “Listen to your elders!” Ruth joked and they both shared a small laugh. (Y/n) stood up, nodding to Ruth before she turned on her heel and followed Nathan.

(Y/n) walked until she found Nathan sat underneath the flyover smoking a joint. “Hey…” she calls out to him shyly. He just smiles at her wordlessly and stares into his lap. “So…I may have put together that the woman you ran away from in there was Ruth…” Nathan nods “yeah…” (y/n) walks right next to him and sits down. “Why did you run away from her?” She asked. Nathan reeled his head back considering the question “I dunno it’s just weird I guess, I went over to her house last night, I spill my guts to her and suddenly out of nowhere I’m talkin’ to someone’s nan!” (Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows “spilled your guts? What about?” Nathan looked at her and sucked in his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Me and my mum…we had a row. A bad one, worst we’ve ever had. She hit me…” “she hit you?!” “Yeah! She’d never hit me before so I just stormed out. I didn’t want to be alone but I couldn’t call you! So I went to hers, she used some psychology bullshit to pull some shit outta me I guess…” (y/n) gave him a saddened look “the rows with your mum? Is that why you’re  living in the community centre?” He just nods “why didn’t you tell me?!” Nathan huffs “I dunno ‘I’m a homeless who steals booze and sweets to survive’ isn’t exactly the most attractive thing I can tell ya about me.” (Y/n) huffs out a brief laugh and leans her head on his shoulder. “You can stay with me if ya want” she offerers. Nathan leans his head on her own “are ya sure?” He asks, his meekness seems incredibly out of character, he really must have have a tough couple of days. (Y/n) wraps her arms around one of his “course I’m sure!” Nathan huffs out a snort of laughter as he moves the arm she has in her grip to place his hand in her thigh “alright, I’ll move in with ya…since you’re twistin’ my arm” she punches his side “prick!” She giggles “hey!” He helps before wrestling her into a tight grip, clamping her arms down her side as they both giggle like children.

Before long the others trailed along, dressed in their jump suits and equipped with litter pickers and bin bags “hey what happened to yous two?” Curtis called out. Nathan raised his head from resting on (y/n)s “I will not be in a room where that song is playing,line in the sand my friend” he quipped back. Kelly rolled her eyes before turning her attention to (y/n) “who was that old woman you was speakin’ to?”(y/n)s faced turned sorrowful for a second before she exchanged a look with Nathan “uuuh that was Ruth…” Curtis looked from Nathan to (y/n) for a second “I thought Ruth was that blonde girl you were chattin’ with the other day” (y/n) just nodded “she was.” Everyone shared a look of confusion before (y/n) elaborated “it was the storm, made her young again.” The group all nodded before Kelly raised another question “why’d Nathan run away?” Nathan rolled his eyes, already sick of all the questions “I went over to hers last night and she turned back out of nowhere, I ran away cuz it was all so weird and now I just…can’t face her” Nathan looked to his lap. Alisha raised her eyebrows “did you shag her?!” They all laughed and Nathan’s eyes widened “No! What? No! ‘Course I didn’t shag her” the group just continued to laugh so Nathan just stood up and stormed off, (y/n) hot on his heels as she called after him.

Later that night Nathan was hauling several bags into (y/n)s flat, she had offered to help but he continuously refused. “Hey! This is pretty nice!” He jeered looking around the place. (Y/n) giggled and showed him where to put his stuff down. Once the abundance of bags were set down he looked back up to (y/n) “so what’s the uuuhh… the sleeping arrangement?” He asked while (y/n) was busying herself with some tidying. She pointed at him “pull-out” she said simply. Nathan froze and just blinked at her “sorry?” When (y/n) had looked back up at him he looked dumbfounded “the couch” she explained “oh!” Nathan shuffled fiddling with the collar of his shirt “right, right yeah…” (y/n) giggled before rejoining him where he was standing. “You wanna get a takeaway?” Nathan smiled “yeah”

The rest of the night was filled with shitty movies that they more put on to make fun of than watch and giggling as they threw popcorn at each other. At some point in the middle of it they found themselves with their hands intertwined, neither sure which one had done it and not daring to pull away. The first night Nathan was living with (y/n) they’d dozed off on the couch together, snuggled up close despite the ample room they had.

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Ariadne Ch 4 - Labyrinth of Questions 3

Season: Fall

10 minutes after the start of the search

Niki: Come on, are we not at the beef tongue yet~? I can’t wait any longer!

I think the fact that it’s called a Golden Treasure Chest means the treasure chest will stand way out from shining golden!

Kohaku: Niki-han, can ya start easin’ off the beef tongue. It really ruins the tension.

Right now we’re trapped in a labyrinth, fer cryin’ out loud.

HiMERU: Since the Vice President came up with all this, he may have placed the beef tongue near the exit. The program was named after a cow monster, after all.

Kohaku: Not HiMERU-han too. It’s like Niki-han’s strung you along in sayin’ idiotic things.

HiMERU: Oh? HiMERU simply deduced an idea based on all the available information.

The thing is, we Crazy:B have survived as a unit by breaking the rules.

Being placed in this kind of closed environment means we are unable to play to that strength of ours; our odds are low.

If this ends up being aired as a variety program, even Shiina’s clumsiness will work in a good way.

Niki: Calling me clumsy, that’s awful~ I’m dead serious, especially when it comes to food!

Rather, isn’t there a Golden Treasure Chest for everyone else, not just me? What did you guys answer that you wanted?

It feels weird to be the only one so desperate, so come on and spill it, everyone!

Kohaku: Um…..now that I’m bein’ asked again, I’m feelin’ a tad embarrassed.

But if this is bein’ recorded as a variety program, it’d be nice t’have the viewers get t’know us.

When I see Niki-han’s bright disposition, I can feel my shame and nerves fade away.

I said I wanted a travel voucher.

Since I left my home, I’ve mostly been stayin’ around the ES area. I thought I’d like t’travel somewhere on the occasional holiday.

Niki: I see…. Traveling definitely seems super fun!

Rinne-kun, what did you ask for? But I bet you’d ask for something like hard cash…. ♪

Rinne: ……….

Niki: Rinne-kun?

Come to think of it, you’ve been keeping your mouth shut for a while now. Got a stomach ache?

Rinne: Why would I. Anyway…..take a look-see at this wall.

Niki: Where, where….. Ahh, looking closely I see an X mark. …..By any chance, could this be showing where the treasure chest is located or something?

Yooo~ You did some good, right, Rinne-kun? We’re one step closer to treasure with this!

HiMERU: No. This mark—it probably doesn’t mean any good. Upon examining the traces of the soil, it looks like it was made not too long ago.

Niki: Huh?

Kohaku: Not long ago… ya tryin’ to say someone other than us made this X mark?

Rinne: Nah. I made the marks while laggin’ behind. Thought we could use these marks if we needed to backtrack, but who would’ve thought it’d turn out like this?

Kohaku: We shoulda been goin’ straight ahead, ya sayin’ the inside of this labyrinth is slightly curved?

Rinne: That’s right. As Kohaku-chan said, we’ve basically just been goin’ around the same place. Snakeyboy sure is good at playing dirty ♪

Kohaku: I told ya t’stop callin’ me Kohaku-chan. Don’t talk so full of yerself just ‘cause yer in a good mood, Rinne-han.

First of all, how are ya even enjoyin’ yourself in this situation? We just walked around the same place over an’ over?

Rinne: Gyahahaha ♪ Being stuck in the same situation is what makes it even more fun ♪

Kohaku: Say what?

Rinne: Think about it. Snakeyboy’s in the position to directly lay his hands on us, but instead deliberately prepared a fricking labyrinth.

I’m telling ya, he could’ve easily laid waste to us if he wanted, but he made a program like this….. See what I mean?

Putting it shortly, he’s hoping we try at least that hard on this program.

Planning this program, “The Minotaur’s Labyrinth,” and even compensating us with rewards—

At first I thought this was some kinda trap, but that guy actually doesn’t mean to hurt us.

Actually you know what, it feels like he deliberately set up the interview beforehand just to find some prizes for us.

Even that twisted mind of his… when I think of him as my junior, it's actually pretty cute. You guys have started to find Snakeyboy cute too, right? ♪

HiMERU: There is no “cute” sort of feeling. However,

Judging from the words and actions of the Vice President and what we’ve seen of the labyrinth so far, HiMERU is convinced he is not trying to subdue us.

Rather, in bestowing benefits upon us Crazy:B, he is trying to achieve a different, bigger plan. That’s about the natural conclusion.

If that wasn’t the case, the serpentine—Ahem, a mistake. The bold ideas of the Vice President would have caused this labyrinth to be packed full of traps.

Kohaku: After hearin’ ya out, this sure is a friendly setup, especially for that Vice President-han.

It’s still a nasty thing t’do, but first things first, the viewers should be able to understand the content. Which means it’s likely designed so that clearing it is feasible.

Rinne: That’s exactly it. So, this time, when we walk the path, we’re takin’ the way with no marks.

Niki: Haa. I don’t really get it, but alright!

So for now, I’ll just follow you guys! I’ll leave those burdens like guiding the way to you!

I’m familiar with traveling to collect ingredients, but that doesn’t mean I’ve ever explored a labyrinth before~?

Rinne:Bruh, why would anyone have experience with labyrinths?

[aeoki]

School Festival ☆ Tamayori’s Haunted Dollhouse - Chapter 8

Location: Hallway (In Front of Haunted House) Characters: Mika & Shuu

< A few hours later. >

Mika: Oshi-san, look, look! The line is huge~♪

Shuu: So what of it? You find joy in seeing a line? You truly are odd.

Mika: Ahaha… It’s not that. I was just happy to see the flyers were successful.

Shuu: Right, you and the two in “2wink” went off to hand out flyers, didn’t you? And that’s how you got Rei to help.

Mika: Yeah. The “Butler Cafe” is a huge success. There were around the same amount of people– no, maybe even more, linin’ up for it.

Ehehe, no wonder he’s your friend, Oshi-san ♪

Shuu: And what of it? …Good grief, don’t make me repeat myself.

You’re innocently pleased with everything but did you forget our reason for taking part in the “School Festival”? We’re doing this to win that reward for the best booth or performance.

The Boy said second and third place will also be rewarded.

But to think my creation will stand second or third best won’t make me happy at all. If anything, it would feel like an insult and I’d be extremely offended.

Mika: Yeah, I haven’t forgotten. But, you know~ Don’t you get happy seein’ your friend’s booth doin’ well?

It looks like Naru-chan’s booth is doin’ well too. Naru-chan told me about her booth and I felt happy since it sounded like I was there too ♪

Oshi-san, yer okay not payin’ a visit to the “Butler Cafe”? You went to see the Drama Club’s performance 'cause yer friend was performin’, right?

Shuu: Wataru invited me to watch so I had no choice but to go. Ahh, I suppose that isn’t quite right. I went to see how the outfit turned out and I watched the play while I was at it.

Mika: Geez, you sure are fussed about the trivial things… There’s nothin’ wrong with watchin’ a performance yer friend is in. I guess rather than being fussed about the details, you can be kinda difficult at times, huh.

But I also like that part about you, Oshi-san…♪

Shuu: Don’t create such a creepy atmosphere.

In any case, that’s the reason why I went to watch the performance. Ahh, just recalling it is embarrassing. If there is a hole, I would like to enter it.

Mika: Ngh, really? I thought it was really pretty ♪

The main actor who played Cinderella was a boy but they looked just like a girl… That means the outfit you made was really well made, right, Oshi-san?

Shuu: Hmph. You can fool a lot of people with makeup.

Mika: You might be right, but… If yer sayin’ yer embarrassed, I think the actor playin’ Cinderella must have been even more embarrassed.

Ahh, is that why their movements were kinda stiff? Your friend, “Ryuu-kun” was also movin’ really stiffly.

Shuu: That was simply lousy acting. Well, Wataru prefaced it by saying it was “truly a comedy”, so I suppose it was rather brilliant and successful as one.

But I don’t watch comedy so I don’t actually know if it was truly outstanding or not.

It seems the performance went smoothly so I’m sure Wataru was satisfied with just that.

Wataru won’t cut corners when it comes to theatre.

The actor who played Cinderella stood on stage until the very end and wasn’t forced to exit the stage in the middle, so I’m sure he is someone up to Wataru’s standards.

Mika: Ahaha, that sounds like one of yer friends, Oshi-san…♪

Oh… if we keep talkin’ outside the haunted house, people will think we’re in line.

Oshi-san, let’s go somewhere quiet.

Oh, but break time is almost up, huh. It’s a shame but we’ve gotta head back.

Shuu: It’s too early. Besides, we’ll be the ones to scare those visitors.

I don’t like noise. We can return to our work once there are fewer visitors.

Mika: Then, where do you wanna go? Hmm~ The “Butler Cafe”?

Shuu: Why that? It seems it’s made quite a name for itself as the sweets are exquisite and the tea is perfect, however.

The one who provided them with the tea leaves is none other than that damned Tenshouin! Ahh, I feel disgusted just mentioning his name!

If I could kill someone by cursing them to death, I’d say his name over and over again! Tenshouin, Tenshouin, damned Tenshouin!

Mika: O-Oshi-san, don’t make such a fuss so loudly~ Everyone’s wonderin’ what’s goin’ on and lookin’ our way! Nghh, I feel embarrassed just feelin’ their stares on me…!

Shuu: Embarrassed? Don’t say something ridiculous. You’re a failure as an idol if you don’t like attention.

Mika: No, it’s not that! A-Anyway, let’s get outta here!

Shuu: I don’t mind moving elsewhere, but where?

Mika: Huh? I’ll go wherever you wanna go, Oshi-san ♪

Shuu: You’re a doll with no independent will… I’ll rephrase that: Where do you want to go?

Mika: Ngh? Like I said, I wanna go where you wanna go, Oshi-san?

Shuu: I watched Wataru’s play already so there’s nowhere else I wish to go.

Mika: What? Nn~ That’s troublin’. If that’s the case, then I’ll decide where we go but is that okay?

Shuu: Will you not understand unless I say, “Do whatever you want. I’ll go with you to the places you want to visit.”? What a failure of a doll.

Mika: Sorry, Oshi-san. I don’t have much of a brain, so I won’t understand unless you tell it to me straight.

Ehehe… Then, let’s go outside. There'll probably be some stalls there. It’ll be a lotta fun~♪

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[magicianpanache]

Reading Midnight Sun: Chapter 19

Edward monologues during Bella’s sleep. This is starting to become a pattern.

I considered Alice’s fairly well-developed friendship with Bella, of which Bella was completely ignorant.

It’s not a fairly well-developed friendship if one party is ignorant of it. It’s just stalking. Just sayin'.

Edward decides to bring Bella home during the night, but to do that he has to convince Rosalie to not be a bitch, so he goes home to convince her.

When they’re speaking, Rosalie bares her soul to Edward, explaining why she can’t be nice to Bella, and act like everything is okay. She says what I’ve been thinking the entire time.

I can’t look at her. When I look at her, I can’t see her as a person. I just see a waste. [...] I am sorry. I don’t mean that to sound so cruel. I just can’t… I can’t watch her do this. [...] A whole life of possibilities ahead of her, and she’s going to waste it all. Everything I lost. I can’t bear to watch it.

Edward is stunned to hear that, something I’ve known since the beginning, only knowing Rosalie from a book series I’ve read 10 years ago. This guy is a mind reader, ladies and gentlemen.

Of course, Edward does not take this occasion to reflect on what else he could've missed. This does not make him rethink everything he thought he knew about Rosalie, about maybe being more than a shallow pool. He tries to convince her that eventually Bella will break up with him when she’s too old for him, and he will let go at that point, which impresses Rosalie, but she’s dubious.

Look, you’re not up to my personal standards, but there’s not a human man alive who can compare with you, and you know it.

Love the shade, Rose.

Eventually, Rosalie agrees to be civil, though she makes sure to tell Edward how hard it will be. Of course, Edward has no sympathy and judges Rosalie for not being ready that very morning. Why can’t she just get over her rape already ?

Edward goes back to Bella, and hears Charlie reattaching her car’s battery cables, which he had unplugged because he thought she might've tried to sneak out. This makes Edward’s actions in Eclipse even more messed up.

Edward invites her to his home once she wakes up.

They confess their love in long monologues, then Bella faints while kissing him because she forgot to breathe. I’d forgotten that part, and I don't know what to think about it.

Once home, Esme, Alice and Carlisle are happy to meet Bella. Rosalie isn’t there, which Esme and Edward think is such a shame.

During the visit, Alice also has a vision of visitors, which doesn't tip the Cullens off to maaaaybe laying low.

Edward plays the piano, making Bella cry.

I swallowed Bella’s tear. Perhaps it would never leave my body. After she left me, after all the lonely years had passed, maybe I would always have this piece of her inside me.

Not gonna touch that one with a ten feet pole.

Edward ends the chapter with recounting the start of Carlisle’s backstory.

Conclusion

Everyone is just a prop to Edward, I’m sure of it. He has to have a supportive family that engages into his delusions. He can’t just leave Rosalie be. She finds it painful to be near Bella, because she triggers her trauma. Why can’t Edward just respect that ? He acts like Rosalie is such a bitch, and can't accept her efforts.

Well, because he wants his grandiose, tragic romance, and he can’t have that if someone objects to them together on rational grounds, nor if someone has her own tragedy going on.

Also, if Alice has a vision of visitors (James and cie), why the hell did Edward bring Bella where they could see her ? This sounds like a silly idea.

[brandimolitor]

Letters on Leading with Courage

Courageous Leadership

Hi! Fun update: I’m now referring to these emails/newsletters to “Letters on Leading with Courage.”

According to our friends at Merriam-Webster, leading means to exercise leadership, which means to lead, which is defined as: to guide on a way especially by going in advance (aka going first).

Courage is defined by mental or moral strength to venture, persevere and withstand danger, fear or difficulty.

I talk and write about both of these things.

One of my mentors, Kelly Diels, pointed out the importance of naming things.

Kelly shares that an oppressive culture breeds vagueness to keep people in a state of confusion and therefore have a loss of power. When we name things, they become real. The “thing” then holds space in the world. It has existence! Things that were once invisible, become visible. So when we go bravely into new territory and lead ourselves, we can name that as courageous leadership.

Because it is.

Here’s why…

Dominant culture (oppressive, masculine & capitalistic) teaches us we can only be one way. That way is to hustle, push and go for more. The default is to ignore how we feel if we have feelings to keep working at being "successful."

There’s this apparent blueprint we are all aware of. You know it and I know it. It’s there, always lurking in the background and we compare ourselves to it.

Did we make it?

So who declared what's successful in the first place?

Oh yah, dominate culture (which, forces us to repress all the sides of ourselves that don’t fall into the masculine & capitalistic ways). The voice of dominant culture is LOUD and the loudest is often what's heard, felt and believed.

So, our minds get stuck thinking we’re "wrong" all the time because we aren't following the blueprint (this also works really well within the self-help industrial complex). As in, if we can’t get it right, we must be broken and therefore need fixing.

We push and push until the voice inside of us saying there’s gotta be a different way, becomes louder than the one we’re being sold.

OR, we are forced to see things differently because our bodies quit, our relationships start to fall apart, we start to have health issues… we basically hit the proverbial rock bottom (pssst — we get to declare what that bottom is).

Courageous leaders then make a change.

So, it takes a lot of courage to choose a different path than what is being forced upon us.

We purposefully or accidentally become leaders in all this. Leading means going first within your group or system. You don’t have to be a business owner or run big shit or anything like that.

You show up and show the way.

Others follow because they see your courage and bravery and see it feels good for you and makes sense. They likely want some of that, too.

You could be inspiring people and not even know it.

It can also mean leading with your heart. Putting love first. Not putting dominant culture’s plan for you first.

To move beyond the shame and guilt that are by-products of our dominant system from not following or “failing” at the marching orders of what a “good and productive life” is, is courageous. It’s badass.

AND! There’s a way to integrate your feelings and desires and energies without having to ditch all of dominate culture and move to a hut in the mountains.

It starts with sifting through what works for you and what doesn’t.

Most usually don’t take pause for this because as a society we are being pushed to consume and achieve (a massive f’in distraction).

It’s not our fault.

Oftentimes we don't even realize it (I still think the first iPhone should’ve come with a warning label for what it would do to our minds — just sayin’).

The upside is, we don't have to pick one way of being.

This work can be tough at times and it helps to have someone guiding on where to get started and how to unpack it.

So I'll be sharing more on how we can work together with an upcoming course I'm offering on Courageous Leadership.

We can be Courageous Leaders and hold space around the fire supporting each other as we create what works for us.

It takes courage and bravery to go against the oppressive forces and lead with your heart.

Here’s an exercise on exploring what you like:

What is your favorite part of spring?

Do you like the flowers or things coming to bloom? Do you like a certain sport? Do you like being able to open the windows? Longer walks outside? The birds? Trips to a cabin or cottage? Friends coming back to town? Camping? The smell of rain? Riding your bike? Cool nights with the windows open and smelling the breeze? Fresh veggies from the farmers market? Baseball games with the kiddos and sitting on the sidelines with your morning cup o’ joe?

Invitation:

Take some time today to see what you like about springtime and write it down. Declare what you enjoy. Chances are it doesn’t have much to do with what others say you should like, or even that next pair of shoes you were thinking of buying ;)

[theteasetwrites]

My stance on the spin-off/Caryl/Norman Reedus/Melissa McBride/AMC drama in the TWD fan base rn:

Disclaimer: I know no one asked, but I feel like since I’m marginally involved in the TWD fandom on here I should put in my two cents for posterity. This will probably be the only thing I say about it because I don’t want to flood my dash and also because I don’t want to get eaten alive, tho I know my followers probably won’t do that because they’re all rational people. Unless someone sends an ask or a reply this is all I’m sayin’. Also this is all just my perspective, and opinions are like assholes, as we say. Potentially controversial opinions below the cut.

It’s just a show. They’re just characters. Played by real people.

If people are that upset about Caryl probably not being canon (because let’s be real, that’s what they’re upset about; they just want to see Caryl become a thing, and it’s mostly Carylers who are upset), write/read fanfiction. Pour your energy into creativity instead of harassing actors or producers or whatever because all that’s gonna do is make people not want to invest in TWD anymore at all.

And no, I’m not a Norman simp. I don’t worship the ground he walks on. He’s a human being/public figure who I don’t know and will never, ever know. I don’t want to marry him or whatever tf people are saying about people who are condemning the actions of certain aggressive Carylers. I simply think it’s incredibly weird and pathetic to attack any of the real life people involved in the show or to spew weird conspiracy theories since we don’t know them. We don’t work on the show and we don’t know shit.

If you’re causing drama over Melissa’s decision to exit the spin-off (the circumstances of which we do not know, plain and simple), then you are actively creating a toxic, unenjoyable space in a community of fans who are just into zombies and shit. It’s not that deep. Stop making it deep, please. Yeah, it sucks if you were looking forward to the spin-off with Daryl and Carol (I was, too), but at the end of the day, it’s fiction. Write your own stuff and you may be surprised at the world you create beyond the limits of the show. This is why fanfic exists. Does it suck? Yeah, but keep it to yourself if you’re that pressed about it. Caryl isn’t happening in canon, hasn’t been happening for a long time. Sorry to say that, but most ships aren’t canon, and that’s literally just how it is.

Genuinely sorry to the non-toxic, non-extremist people who shipped Caryl, but I’m sure they realized that it wasn’t happening anyway, and probably just move on with their lives like normal people. Those of you who are being aggressive about it, shame on you.

I’m not tagging this as caryl because I would prefer my life not to end prematurely. Thanks for reading if you did. Have a nice day and be respectful.

[tetsuwhore]

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Description: Atsumu and Osamu ‘helping’ their virgin bestfriend.

Warning: explicit content. loss of virginity. 

Length: 1.2k words

Part 1 (Kuroo, Oikawa, Akaashi)

there is no shame between you two. you two are very open when it comes to discussing the topic of sex, so it isn’t even weird when he starts complaining about the previous night and how it took him a ‘whole five minutes’ of jerking off to cum

you scoff, immediately shooting back that for the average woman, it takes much, much longer than ‘a wHoLe fiVe mINuTeS’

but when you mindlessly add something about how you’ve never been able experience any pleasure while fingering yourself anyway?

that’s when his ears really perk up

now the gears are grinding in his head - the way Atsumu thinks of it is, why wouldn’t it make sense for him to offer to help you with your little ‘problem’? 

with his fair share of experiences, not only has he had plenty of open conversations with past partners about how they like being touched, but he’s also had the practice to hone his technique

and, he’s good. he knows he’s good. so at least this way, Atsumu can guarantee that your first sexual experience is with someone who actually cares about your pleasure rather than with a partner who half asses it and leaves you unsatisfied

Atsumu: just sayin’ 😏  settin’ ain’t the only thing these fingers are useful for 😎 🤪 👅

You: kindly stfu and never speak to me again 🥰

ultimately though, you agree. even if Atsumu goes about the whole ordeal with his usual smug demeanour, you know he’s still your best friend, and you can trust that he’s going to take good care of you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You don’t know what’s more embarrassing - the squelching sounds of Atsumu’s fingers pumping into your slopping cunt, or the high-pitched cries that he’s luring out of your lips. Either way, it’s not like you have the current mental capacity to care anyway. 

Not when you’re too busy grinding your clit against his calloused palm, all while the tips of his digits continue abusing that spongy spot inside you. The sensation is so delicious, so different from all those nights spent alone, just you and your own fingers. No, Atsumu’s are longer, bigger; they’re stretching you out to accommodate the thickness.  

And he knows exactly how to use them, curling and prodding just right, until...

“‘Tsumu… I-I’m-” 

Atsumu chuckles when you begin writhing around involuntarily, nails frantically gripping for purchase on his tensed arm. He allows you to curl into him, pulling your form closer to his broad chest as you bury your face into the crook of his neck and sob out soft whines of his name. 

“Mhmm, just like that,” he murmurs into your ear, voice uncharacteristically gentle, “Relax, relax, I got ya.”

His fingers only cease their movements when you weakly tug at his arm, coaxing him away from your overstimulated core.

“So... I’d ask if it was good, but from all that squirmin’ and moanin’, I guess it’s safe to assume it was?”

Cracking your eyes open to the sight of a smug smirk on his face, you shoot him a glare as you huff.

“Fuck you, Atsumu.”

Your breath chokes up in your throat when he grunts in response, tone serious, “I could, yanno. Give ya a taste of what a real man can do. At least before ya end up with some loser who shows ya a half-assed fuck that barely makes ya shiver.” 

Atsumu grins when you slowly nod, visibly gulping as you watch his hands unbuckle his belt to free the large bulge in his boxers. 

“Hmm, maybe if ya cum nice and hard on my cock like a good girl, I’ll reward ya by usin’ my tongue next.”

even if you’re close friends with Osamu, it’s still unlikely that he’s all that open about his sex life. therefore, you may not regularly have conversations about his past hookups (or your lack of them)

what you do know, however, is that he’s not quite the inexperienced virgin that people often picture him to be when they compare his outward image to that of Atsumu’s

which is why you’re not too worried about Osamu refusing to help when you approach him about you wanting to learn how to give someone a handjob

at first, he brushes you off, saying you could always just learn from porn

you both know he’s not actually serious - porn, with its glamourized visuals and performative nature, probably wouldn’t be the most realistic source to learn from

eventually, Osamu relents, sighing something about how he’d generously lend you his expertise so you don’t ‘end up accidentally breaking some dude’s dick off’

though, he would stipulate that since you were going to see him orgasm, it was ‘only fair’ that he got to watch you too. he suggests that you could simply limit it to masturbating in front of him if you didn’t want to go any further

Osamu knows how scary the vulnerability of having your first sexual experience can be, and he reasons that by doing this, he can help you learn to grow a little more comfortable with it

so when it comes to actually carrying out your request, he’s gentle with you, offering quiet instructions and reassurances as you hesitantly handle his weighty cock in your hand

and if you’re still a little shy when it’s time to fulfill your end of the bargain? Osamu’s already prepared with another solution, one that he’s sure you’ll enjoy immensely

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“If yer not gonna do it,” you hear him say, “why don’t ya let me?”

Your shaky fingers still, slipping out of your core. If you thought you were embarrassed before, it’s only gotten worse now, a flashing heat crawling up your neck as you fully comprehend what Osamu’s suggesting. 

You wait a moment, allowing a second to pass, and then another. Swallowing it in, gaining some semblance of composure. Then, you nod.

“Mhmm, ‘kay. Want my fingers or tongue?”

Now this was too much. You’re thankful that your eyes are shut, because facing your best friend now surely would’ve made you combust. With whatever courage you can muster up, you stammer your answer.

“T-Tongue, ple-please.”

You barely even have time to inhale, because now you can feel his hot breath fanning across your cunt, and you oh- you can’t even squirm anymore because his strong arms are holding your thighs down to the bed, and oh- oh- he’s licking.

He’s licking, tongue swiping up from your dripping slit, curling all the way to your swollen clit. Osamu’s pace is lazy, languid, and yet, it’s teasing all the right spots, prodding your sensitive bud over and over in a repetitive motion that makes you tangle your fingers into the sheets so you don’t lose yourself entirely.

“F-Fuck, ‘Samu, th-that feels... sooo much better than, ah- than my fingers…”

Your eyes widen when you feel him chuckling against you, the vibrations running straight to your core. Daring to glance down, you see Osamu’s grey head lift up as his dark eyes lock on yours. They’re mischievous, just like the slight grin on his face. Your breath hitches when his tongue darts out, licking the slickness coating his lips.

“Don’tcha worry. By the time I’m done with ya, yer never gonna be able to go back to just ya fingers.”