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paddockbunny · 1 year

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Hey! Could you maybe write Either Lando/Charles smut with 2&5. like Max walks in and he‘s the resders Brother and it‘s embarrassing and stuff. Maybe its like soft Sex if you know what i mean? Like all Gentle and stuff as Max walks in and is like: What the fuck! That‘s my Sister! Maybe could you do it like they were having a secret relationship? If you don‘t like the Idea or can‘t write it bc i am really bad at explaining, that‘s fine don‘t worry. Hope you have a great Day/Night!

“That’s my sister”

Summary: You didn’t mean to fall for Lando Norris- your brothers opponent - and what started as just sex quickly turned into a lot, lot more….but what happens when your brother Max finds out? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Lando Norris x Reader (Max Verstappen’s younger sister). Word Count : 3,869. Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult material, adult language, PinV sex mention, sneaking around, J*s Verstappen, angry family situation, angsty vibes. 💞 Authors Note : Im so sorry this isn’t the best work I’ve put out but I am choked full of the cold and convinced I have the flu I’m feeling so bad rn. Anyway, I’ll put the “read more” thing in when I can because I know that annoys some people.

His loud groan flowed into your ear as lazily his hips jerked a few more times till he was totally spent. His breathing was just as crazed and erratic as yours. The mutual high that electrified both of your bodies was by now addictive and you weren’t sure you could quit it even if your life depended upon it. Lando’s forehead pressed against yours momentarily, still trying to catch his breath, before he pulled back and glared down at you. He drank you in. Wanting to savour the look on your face as much as you did with his. Until finally, he gave you what you wanted. He kissed you. His lips pressed firmly against yours and the action distracted you from him pulling out.

Your eyes followed him as he rolled off of you and lay on his back, a smirk dancing playfully across his mouth turned into a somewhat boastful smile when he saw that you were still watching him. He didn’t need to ask if you were satisfied, the fact you had just been breathily moaning his name repeatedly for the past few minutes as he edged you closer and closer to an orgasm told him that already.

The pair of you stayed like that for a while. Just simply laying there side by side, not saying anything at all, just listening to each other as breathing became less of a task and returned to normal. You knew you had to move, get redressed and return back to your hotel, and yet there was nothing in the world you wanted to do less. You wished you could stay here for the night. In Lando’s arms, perhaps having a round two (or three) and then falling asleep curled up together but that wasn’t possible. Instead you took a deep breath and slipped out from under the covers. “Already?” He asked sounding a little melancholy. You couldn’t find words as you looked for your disregarded underwear so only nodded. He sat up, resting his head on the headboard and watched you while you began to get redressed. You didn’t want to look at him. You didn’t want to see his face tinged with something that resembled sadness or worse, annoyance. “Are you leaving tomorrow? After the race?” “Uh…” you pulled your bra up your arms, situated your boobs and and reached around to clasp it around your back. “Yeah, I think so. Seven I think.” You shrug knowing exactly what was about to come out of Lando’s mouth. “Do you have to? Can you stay another day? Fly home with me on Monday night?” “Lando….” His name rolled off your tongue with a sad frustrated sound. You had been here before. He did this all the time. He always attempted to guilt trip you into staying, with him, longer than you actually could. “And what do I tell Max? Huh? Why I want to stay here another day?” You sighed and found your jeans. Shoving your feet into them before yanking them up and over your ass while he watched. Silently.

By the time you had put all of your clothes back on, gone to the bathroom and made yourself look presentable again, Lando had come up with a response to the little problem of your brother.

“Why don’t we just tell him?” You couldn’t hold back your sarcastic sounding laugh. “I’m serious.” “Because he will cut your balls off, publicly.” Lando knew you were right. He knew Max would have destroyed him, especially as he had warned him several times not to even think about you or look in your direction because you were off limits to him.

“Fuck!” He let out a frustrated, piss off expletive and banged his head back on the headboard he had been resting it against. The thing was, you weren’t ready to tell your brother yet and it wasn’t because you were scared of how he would react. It was because it made you and Lando official. And by being official with Lando you would become a target for his fans just like his ex-girlfriend had been. But it would be worse because you were a Verstappen and so you’d have your older brothers army coming after you as well. So if you were being completely truthful, you didn’t know if you’d ever be ready to be “out” with Lando. But right now, you hated leaving him like this. So pent up and frustrated, not at you but at the situation. You glanced at him as you checked your bag to make sure you hadn’t left anything and your heart pinged in your chest. He was so fucking handsome and you always had to play a war between your heart and your head when it came to him.

“I’ll see you next weekend.” You sat, pausing for a tender moment right beside him on the hotel bed that the pair of you had just made love in. He sat up right and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you. That’s why this whole thing is…” Of all the things you had expected him to say that was not one of them. He hadn’t told you he loved you before so it was all you could focus on. Three stupidly small words that you couldn’t remember ever hearing from another before let alone a guy. And you realised you had frozen when you felt his hand brush tenderly over your cheek as a wave of guilt hit you because you weren’t sure if you could repeat the words back to him just yet. “Lan….” You breathed out his name but he shushed you immediately. “Just because I’ve said it doesn’t mean you have to say it back, not yet. I just wanted you to know.” Your stomach flipped that he knew you better than you knew yourself and then when he kissed you you felt like you were suddenly underwater. You tried but you couldn’t quite place the emotions that were wracking through.

“See you next week?” He asked against your lips and you nodded. “See you next week.” You repeated back to him before taking a deep breath and raising from the bed.

When you closed his hotel room door and headed down the corridor you realised you were broadly smiling. Lando just said he loved you.

He loves you.

And you love him. You just needed to summon the strength to admit it.

But it posed one monumentally large challenge to you. How the hell do you tell your brother?!

One week later

Max had been wittering on about something still bothering him from yesterdays press interviews the whole car ride to the track. You added in the occasional “uh huh” and “yes, Max” to satisfy him but your mind was elsewhere. It was firmly fixated on the back and forth rapid texting going on between you and Lando the past few days. Particularly last nights texts, because those were emblazoned in your mind. They started off innocently enough until Lando outed the fact he had just gotten out of the shower and he was having a especially hard time since the excitement of seeing you soon hit him. And then the inevitable happened and the pair of you had FaceTime sex. And now, as much as it disgusted you as you sat in the car with your brother, you had to cross your legs to try and stem the uncomfortable palpitations going on at the apex of your thighs.

Thankfully, you managed to escape Max as soon as the pair of you arrived in the paddock. Media grabbed him almost immediately (much to his annoyance) meaning you were free to go grab a nice ice cold glass of water to try aid how hot you had gotten from the memories of last nights dirty escapades. As you walked toward the Red Bull hospitality suite you made sure to flash a smile at some of the familiar TV reporters that always seemed to ride your brothers dick. The phoney hello and wave only made you mutter a “fucking prick” under your breath even more. And you were just about safe. Moments from being home free and ascend the stairs to get that much needed drink of water when you saw Lando across the way leaving the McLaren camp with his race suit tied low around his waist. Your mouth salivated at the mere look of him dressed in his race suit. You paused for a second in pure admiration mode until he looked over and caught you staring. If you hadn’t just remembered the thought of his face as he came while getting off to you over video call, you’d have been embarrassed about staring but right now you smirked and looked at him up and down. You watched and Lando tried not to laugh at your response then said something to his media girls before heading over toward you. Your mind went into pure panic mode momentarily as you glanced around to check that Max (nor anyone else that could have gotten you into trouble) would see. Thankfully, everyone seemed far too busy to be bothered.

“See something you like?” Lando grinned cheekily. “You have no idea how much….” You purred right back and he rolled his tongue side to side to stop himself from getting as excited as he did last night. But then he flashed his eyes around and you watched as his jaw clenched as if he was trying to think of anything but you naked. You were just about to tease him further by telling him how hot and bothered you were seeing him with his race suit around his waist and that your panties were growing wetter by the second but he spoke first.

“Are you coming over tonight? I can’t stop thinking about you.” Fuck. He always managed to set you on fire and as you became convinced you were blushing he had accomplished that job. “I can’t tonight. My dad’s flying in and wants to have a family dinner with Max and I.” You rolled your eyes. The thought of sitting at an awkward dinner while your father spoke mainly of racing to Max and ignored you completely, pained you but you didn’t want to tell Lando that. He groaned lowly and rolled his head back dramatically which made you snigger at him. And as he opened his mouth to say something else - no doubt rude and implying you were giving him blue balls - your name was loudly shouted across the paddock.

“Fuck!” You groaned and followed it up with a sigh. “He’s heading over.” Lando stated and although you figured it was better that he left and avoided any sort of conversation with Max in that moment, Lando stayed put.

“What’s going on?” Max eyed the pair of you suspiciously. “Trying to make a move of her again Norris?” You gritted your teeth through sheer embarrassment. Max had consistently played the role of the overprotective older brother since, well, forever. Ever since the dawned on him that his baby sister was something of a stone cold fox Max went into overdrive with the scaring off any and all potential interested males role. Which was exactly why you had to sneak around behind his back. I mean, he would have an absolute coronary if he knew you and Lando had secretly been hooking up (and become a thing) for months. “Perhaps it’s me making a move on him, Max.” You sassed him back and Max just glared at you without a single shred of amusement in his face.

“I’m just going to leave before I get in the middle of a Verstappen V Verstappen fight. I’ll see you around, y/n.” Lando bowed out of the awkwardness of the situation Max had caused but not before he made sure to send you a knowing smug look. And now that you were utterly frustrated with your brother you turned to continue your earlier task and fetch an ice cold glass of water.

Unfortunately for you, Max happened to follow you. “What did he mean by that?” He asked as you reached one of the fridges that sat in the hospitality suite - which was usually full of solely Red Bull but had a secret stash of bottled water down on the bottom shelf behind the branding - and took out a bottle. “Mean by what?” You played dumb. “When he said he would see you later?” “It’s a turn of phrase, Max.” You rolled your eyes, hoping he would buy it. When you turned to him and finally looked at his face you could see the familiar pissed off look that he always had when it came to the thought of you and any guy. It was one that reminded you of your father and that was certainly something you didn’t like. Nervously you swallowed because you knew what was coming. “I don’t like the thought of him getting friendly with you. Norris. He’s not….he’s too immature, to childish for you not to mention a fucking driver and fancies himself as a player.” And there it was. The reason it was so hard for you to tell Max about your budding romance with Lando and the exact reason you had been sneaking about behind his back.

Your leg bounced anxiously under the table. Not because you were nervous but because you were desperate for this fucking shit show of a family dinner to end. You could see it in Max’s face that he wanted to be anywhere but currently sat in the expensive restaurant and you probably mimicked it in your own too, but your father continued. As suspected he spoke about racing the whole time. He sat and went over all of the things Max needed to improve on to win this weekend and you could see the pressure getting more and more piled on your brother by the minute. However, you were almost thankful your father was paying you no attention as it meant you could continue texting Lando under the table and zone out of the awkwardness of the evening altogether. Lando sent you a few funny memes when you complained of being bored and wanting nothing less than a meteorite to come smashing down to earth to get you out of the restaurant. He sent you a photo of his sad face and then another of his empty bed with a stick figure drawn on it that was supposed to be you. You chuckled at that one which you had to cover up with a fake cough.

“Everything ok?” Your dad glanced at you and you nodded. But then it dawned on you this was a perfect way to escape. You could fake illness. Your dad would be so paranoid that you might get Max sick that he would order you to go back to your hotel room and stay away from your brother so not to ruin his chances this week. Max would probably be miffed with you for doing it because it left him alone dealing with Dad but it was a price you were willing to pay to relinquish you from the hell you were currently in. You coughed again and grabbed your water. It was a little over the top and dramatic but you clutched at your throat and rubbed your glands to plant the seed.

“What’s wrong with you?” Once again, your dad glanced in your direction. “I don’t know. I’ve feel a bit yuk all day. I have a sore throat and this funny cough.” Max lowered his head and looked at you with a furrowed brow. He was on to you all most immediately. “Why didn’t you say earlier?” You shrugged at your Dad’s question. “You shouldn’t have come. You could have passed whatever you have on to Max!” He exclaimed.

“I think I should go back to the hotel. Get an early night. It’s probably nothing but I agree, I don’t want to get Maxy sick.” Your eyes darted toward your brother who had a face full of thunder. Your Dad agreed with you and made a hand gesture to hurry your departure up. You heard him tutting as you got up and grabbed your bag. You knew he was about to call you selfish or stupid for endangering Max’s race this weekend but you couldn’t give a fuck. You were out of that room as fast as your feet could carry you and your fingers could text Lando to tell him you were free. As you expected, Lando text you back almost immediately and you laughed loudly when he suggested he sneak into your hotel.

It wasn’t until you walked through the lobby of the Red Bull team hotel and were accosted around the middle by a pair of arms that you realised he was completely serious. A shriek escaped you till you heard Lando saying;

“Shhh, it’s me!” In your ear. You seriously thought he was joking when you initially text him and hadn’t for one single moment thought he was serious. You snapped around and found him with his hood up and hat on, practically trying to disguise himself in an opposing team hotel. “How are you…” You couldn’t even get the words out to ask him how he was even here in the hotel of the competition. “Told them I was meeting with Horner.” He was still pressed up against you, you could feel his body heat radiating off of him and you about lost your mind. Well in fact, you did loose your mind because suddenly you found your mouth on his. Your lips grazed across his but it was Lando that deepened it by running his tongue across your bottom lip and begging you to allow him in. As you did and his tongue collided with yours his hands gripped your body tighter, holding you even closer to himself. But then, as you were utterly lost in the moment, your name was practically shouted across the hotel lobby.

Snapping back, ripping your lips away from Lando’s, you looked straight to the sound of the voice and met your brothers eyes. His face was one of shock and utter pure horror. And suddenly your heart pounded mercilessly in your chest and panic began to ravish your body as he crossed the floor thunderously. You were frozen. Utterly and completely frozen. You had never disappointed him before and this was way beyond disappointment. You’re breath caught in your throat and just before he reached the pair of you you tore yourself off of Lando and stepped away from him toward a Max with your hands stretched out. You saw the slightly manic look in his eyes and you were genuinely concerned. You had seen him angry before but this was a whole other level that reminded you of your father and that terrified you.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” He roared, by passing you completely and promptly gave Lando a very firm shove backwards. “THATS MY SISTER!” He yelled.

“Max!” You tried to pull him back as he pushed Lando again. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” He continued and by this point he was causing a scene and the hotel were very obviously calling team security. “Max please, calm down.” You tried to order him but his head snapped to you and his look was one that warned you to stop. As he raised his hands to push Lando again you grabbed hold of him and ducked in between them.

“I love him, Max.” You said it so plainly. “I love him.” You repeated and you realised you hadn’t even said it to Lando yet and here you were telling Max this before him. You hoped that in that moment you declared your love for his fellow driver but also one of his competitors that he saw the expression all over your face and comprehended it as genuine. That you were completely and utterly telling the truth.

An eternity seemed to pass. Silence falling between the three of you. Max stared at you as if you would burst into flames any moment and it killed you seeing him so furious with you because you were so incredibly close as siblings. You felt tears begin to sting your eyes. Then as you thought things were about to go nowhere and this Mexican stand off would continue Max held out a room key to you.

“You forgot this.” He stated bluntly and tentatively you took it from him. Then without a single shred of warning he took off toward the elevators and you turned at breakneck speed around to Lando. Flinging your arms around him and tipping hold of him tightly you felt the sudden, built up tension release from your body. “This might not be the moment but…did you mean it? Do you love me?” You looked into his beautiful, captivating green eyes and nodded. “Max will come round.” “I don’t know, Lando. I know what he’s like and how stubborn he will be. I’ve disappointed him by lying to him, I don’t know how we’ll recover from this.”

Six Weeks Later

“Will you just stop staring at them like that! It’s becoming creepy!” Max’s girlfriend groaned as she noticed how Max had not stopped staring at you and Lando walking hand in hand through the paddock. “Besides, look at her, she’s glowing.” “I fucking hate this.” He gritted his teeth together when he finally attempted to look away but found himself looking back at them again. It was like he was rubbernecking on his sisters new relationship.

“I thought you were coming round to it? You said she seemed happy just last night.” Max had said that. He had said it as he was about to get into bed and had a horrible wave of guilt wash over him about the situation. He saw them together yesterday on media day and they seemed so suited. As much as it killed him to admit it he couldn’t help but think how good they looked with each other. Which meant he now felt like was the worst big brother ever. He had probably overreacted to seeing them kissing in the lobby of the hotel a few weeks ago, and he wasn’t sure she would ever forgive him for that. But now as he watched you throw your head back in riotous laughter as Lando’s face was filled with adoration, he knew he had to accept you had chosen one of his opponents as the man to make you happy.

“I did. I do. But that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.” He sighed frustratingly. There was nothing he had said in the six weeks since he found out that he hadn’t already said. He went through all the stages of being angry, hurt and pure denial in short succession. However now, as he observed Lando slipping his hand into yours he accepted he needed to concede defeat and acknowledge that his baby sister was indeed in love with Lando Norris.

“Just go and talk to her. Settle it. Please.” His girlfriends voice seemed like the voice of reason because Max missed you and hated not talking to you. “She might not even want to talk to me….” He sighed heavily because this had been weighing on him all this time and he simply missed her baby sister. “I will…” Max conceded “but not here, not in front of cameras.” He knew he would probably have to grovel and you wouldn’t make accepting his apology easy but he was willing to try because he loved you and that was that. He simply loved you.

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Coach Syverson Part 2

I really didn't think I was going to finish writing this so soon but ya'll loved the first part! and I love writing this so here it is the final part with all the good stuff! Also it's 4 am and I probably should have proof read this. but I didn't. Iwas so excited to get it posted because You guys BLEW UP the first part so THANK YOU!!!

Warnings: SMUT at the end, Oral (m and f receiving), (p in v), lots of cusring in the end , so much praising because you know he would!!

Sy was in coach mode with the team as I looked over the sign in sheet and greeted the students that were traveling to watch the game. Most of the students were loaded onto the bus now. Thank God because I was so distracted by him. There was something about seeing him like this, he was so in charge and in control. He had their full attention and he never had to work to get it. He had those boys respect the first time he walked out to the field. But he earned it too. He was such a good coach. I loved listening to the way he spoke with them.

“Alright boys,” I listened as he pulled the team into a huddle before they got on the bus next to ours. “Listen first and foremost I want y’all to go out there and pay hard. That’s what we’ve been practicing. We’ve watched their tape. These guys are a little bigger than you but that doesn’t matter. We’re faster. You come at ‘em low and fast they’re gonna go down. Matt I need your eyes on that ball at all times man! We just about lost some points last week because of misdirection and we ain’t gonna let that happen again right?”

“No, sir! I got you coach!”

“Atta boy! Derek, you keep throwing that ball like you’ve been in practice this week and we’ll be in good shape!” Derek just nodded. Sy smiled. “Alright, now boys I don’t want any messing around in the locker room. You go in, and be respectful, I want them talking about how great of character our team has just as much as they’re talking about how good we play, understood?”

“Yes coach!” The boys chanted in unison.

“Alright, load up let’s go!” The boys started cheering. I smiled. I loved watching him with them. The way he got them all fired up. And he matched their energy. He was so adorable right now. Joking around with the boys and

“Hey Miss Plummer!” right, I’m not a teenager watching my crush, I’m an adult, I have a job to do.

“Hi Caitlyn! Are you ready for the game tonight?” I smiled at her. She was all decked out with the eye under eye black and Tyler's jersey number painted on her cheek in the school colors. She and a few of the other girls made t-shirts and were wearing them to support a few of the players they were friends with.

“So ready!!” She squealed, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet. She looked over toward the buses where the team was loading the bus with their equipment, where I had been staring off earlier. “He’s so cute isn’t he?” She said, I raised an eyebrow and smirked a little.

“Are you excited to watch Tyler play?” I chuckled.

“Yeah, But I meant coach Sy, are you two finally together? He totally likes you! Everyone knows it! And you two would be so cute together!! The students talk about it all the time. I mean you’re wearing his hoodie Miss Plummer!” Wow that girl talks fast. He likes… no. But if the students see it? Am I really that blind? He bought my dinner, He brings me coffee, he called me his work wife. But I’m not his body type. These things don’t happen. Are my insecurities really that deep rooted that I can’t take the advice I give my students? But still. When I was in school I remember rumors spreading about teachers seeing each other all the time and they usually…. Well actually. Now that I think about it. They normally ended up being true. Some of them were even scandals. I shook my head.

“Slow down sweetheart,” I managed to let out a chuckle even though I kind of felt like I was having a crisis. “Coach Sy and I are friends, I’m just borrowing his sweatshirt because I didn’t have one. It’s sweet that you all care about us so much. I love that. I do. But well, that’s all it is, honey.” She nodded sadly. And looked back at the other bus and over at Sy. He caught us looking at him and smiled.

“Miss Plummer,” She sighed exasperated, like me not understanding my own love life was exhausting for her. “I don’t wanna over step but I overheard him and Mrs. Spencer talking. She came into his class at the end of the day Wednesday smiling and stuff. And like I wasn’t TRYING to eavesdrop but I heard them talk about you and I just couldn’t resist ya know? Anyway, she said she had this idea, she could back out of coming today so he could hang out with you and well…. Nevermind.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Caitlyn, what have we said about gossiping?” I said.

“Girl, It’s true though, that man’s got it bad for you Miss P.” I shook my head and smiled

“Get on the bus Caitlyn,”

“Okay fine, But when you guys get married, can I be in the wedding?” I rolled my eyes. “Guess that’s a no.” She said and stepped on the bus. I looked over one last time. Sy was double checking something on his clipboard while the boys finished up. He looked up and we made eye contact. He winked and I blushed, giving him a little wave before I followed Caitlyn on to the bus. Things took off fast when we got to the other school. Sy took the boys straight to the locker room to gear up because we got a little stuck in traffic. Myself and the two other chaperones led the students to their section in the bleachers and about 15 minutes later we were at kick off. Sy was completely in his comfort zone out there.

Our boys had the ball first. Sy had his couch voice on shouting a couple of corrections from the sidelines. The team made a good play but in the end the other boys were bigger and their defense was strong. We had to settle for three points instead of a touchdown.

The whole first quarter of the game stayed that way. The boys managed to keep the other team out of the end zone. The start of the second quarter the other team had the ball. They made a play and when one of our boys Zach Owens went to tackle the player he lost his footing. It had rained earlier in the day and the He slipped but still grabbed the player by the ankle. He got him down but he ended up at the bottom of a dog pile. Another player reached out to give Zach a hand to help him up, but he fell back immediately when he tried to stand. He was hurt.

I immediately looked to Sy, I was on the first level of the bleachers standing against the railing. I was close enough to see him curse under his breath before running onto the field. The medic followed him out. I walked out to the sideline. Sy and the medic got Zach up but he couldn’t put any pressure on his left ankle. Everyone cheered for him while they walked him off the field. Poor kid was going to be out the rest of the game.

“You’re gonna be alright man,” Sy said as they got him to the bench. “This guy’s gonna wrap that ankle and then you just chill here. Just breathe,” He clapped him on the shoulder and turned back to his place on the sidelines. The boys were starting the next play and already the other team scored a touchdown on us. I walked up to him hesitantly. He shouted something about tightening the defense. I jumped a little. I'd never been this close to him in coach mode. It was kinda hot though. What was I saying? I came up next to him brushing my shoulder against his. He looked over and his shoulders relaxed a little and he smiled when he saw it was me. “Hey Sugar,”

“Is he gonna be okay?” I asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, It’s not broken but he sprained it real good. He’s gonna be down at least a couple weeks. He’s our best tackle.” He sighed softly and his lips quirked up into a sad lopsided smile

“I know, that’s gonna kill us. But the boys can pull through. They’ve got you as a coach.” I smiled. He threw his arm around me and pulled me against his side squeezing my shoulder.

“You’re so damn sweet,” he said. I blushed and turned into his shoulder to hide my face. “You’re freezing, darling,” He ran his hand up and down my arm for a minute “shit,” he mumbled. He pulled out a 10 dollar bill from his pocket “I told ya I pay for coffee tonight, meant to give this to you earlier.” He looked down at me, his blue eyes briefly holding my gaze as he grinned.

“Logan you don’t have to do that,” I said trying to push his hand away. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

“You say that an awful lot. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t want to. Now quit arguing with me and take it.” He narrowed his eyes at me and nodded down at the cash in his hand. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“You know, you can be a real diva when you don’t get you’re way.” I said taking it from him.

“Are you complaining about free coffee?” He smirked and pulled me close to his side again keeping me warm.

“No,” I chuckled softly. I looked back at the bleachers watching some of my kids for a second. A few of them were a little two close for comfort. “I’d better get back up there,” I said sadly. I really liked being next to him.

“Yeah, I guess you should.” He left his arm around me a few seconds longer before he finally let me go. He was such a teddy bear sometimes. As I was making my way back to the bleachers I heard. A few of the boys on the team talking,

“OOOOH Coach you look at you,” One of them said

“That was smooth. Can you teach me how to do that?”

“You gonna be gettin some later coach.” The last one spoke. Logan’s voice was stern but still playful.

“Y’all wanna match zach on the bench next week? I won’t hesitate. Watch it! What is that an extra 3 laps to the 5 you were already running on monday Tyler?” He smirked.

“Damn Coach!! You Savage!” One of the other boys piped in.

“You wanna join him, Jake?” He mused.

“No Sir, I’m good!” He spoke quickly and I laughed to myself as I walked back up the bleachers.

I sat with the students for a while breaking up a few young couples trying to get a little too close while they were away from mom and dad. I hated to be a buzzkill but they know the rules.

Sy was back on high alert. At the start of the third quarter the boys were down by 10 points. They shouldn’t have been the refs missed and obvious penalty against the other team for shoving one of our guys. I was definitely part of the crowd that was screaming at that point. But right now Derek, our quarterback had gotten the boys down the field and they were set up for another touch down. They made the play. He threw a complete pass to tyler and they got the points! Every was cheering. With the extra kick good the boys only need one more touch down to get ahead.

The rest of the quarter went by and then only 2 minutes left in the 4th quarter. The team was still down by 3 points. The clock was running out they had 45 seconds left we had the ball but we were only at the 40 yard line. We needed a miracle. But Sy taught our boys well. Derek found an opening and through a perfect pass down the field to Matt. The whole crowd was on their feet. He Caught the pass at the 20 yard line and ran the rest of the way down the field into the end zone with 10 seconds left. We got the touch down. The student section was shaking the bleachers jumping around. The game finished and we let the kids run down to wait by the gate to make a tunnel for the team to run through. I walked down to the side lines to wait in a crowd of people to see the winning coach.

While I looked over keeping an eye on the kids while they celebrated with the team. I held my coffe close to my chest too keep me and my hands warm. I loved seeing Sy like this. This is totally where he belonged. He looked famous talking with the other coaches and people asking him about what he was working on with the team. I over heard two ladies having a conversation a few feet infront of me.

“Their coach is so handsome,” The first one said. She was tall, Thin long blonde hair. Wearing some sporty leggings the looked super expensive and the other teams spirit wear.

“Oh I know! You think he’s single?” The other said she looked similar to the other woman but a little shorter and her hair was darker.

“I don’t know I saw that lady with him earlier but, he’s gorgeous and well, I mean I don’t wanna sound rude but she seemed a little big to be his type.” The blonde said.

“No I know what you mean when I saw him with his arm around here I was like… if that’s his wife… well he could’ve done better.” My heart dropped. I knew they were talking about me. I felt like I was going to be sick. I knew it. Everything, I’d always felt, every reason I told everyone they were wrong. These two just confirmed it. Logan would never see me as anything more than a friend. My insecurities just kept bubbling to the surface the way I felt about my body and what I’d worked on for years all came rushing back. I ran right passed them missing the shocked look on their faces. They hadn’t realized I’d been so close. It didn’t matter they were right.

I didn’t hear him either. Excusing himself from the other men he’d been talking two and calling after me. I ran into the bathrooms locking the door behind me and took a deep breath. You’re not crying not here. You’re a big girl. Hold it in until you’re alone. I calmed myself down and took one last deep breath before walking back out.

Logan was leaning on the wall outside the door waiting.

“Hey Sugar, you alright? You looked like you were gonna be sick? Feeling okay?” Shit I didn’t even know he’d noticed me walk by. I nodded taking another deep breath and staring at the ground.

“Yeah, just um, felt a little off for a second.” I said. “I’ll be alright. You’d better get back to the boys.” He put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged him off. I looked up and saw the confused look in his eyes.

“I’m meeting the boys at the bus, it’s a late night so we’re headed straight back.” he stated. “You sure you’re okay sugar, why don’t you ride back with me, I can keep an eye on ya. And the boys wanna thank their good luck charm for being here.” he smiled.

“No, I mean. No that’s sweet of them. And nice of you to offer but. It’s not fair to the others. I said I’d chaperone I can’t just leave them short like that.” I said.

“They won’t be Carol will be …”he paused and groaned.

“What do you mean Carol will be there? She couldn’t come tonight.” I was confused now.

“Damnit this isn’t how I wanted to do this. She was always going to be here. Uh she was helping me out… with…”

“Caitlyn was right,” I cut him off.

“I thought she was listening,” He chuckled and shook his head. “She told ya huh? Well cats out of the bag then, I uh,” He laughed and let out a shaky breath rubbing the back of his neck. “I really like you Darlin’, I have for a while.” He smiled sheepishly and bit his lip. My hands were shaking and all of a sudden I felt sick again. This is what I’d always wanted but I didn’t feel real. I couldn’t be here right now. Surely there was a punchline waiting there always was. This was a joke right. Those women from earlier are right around the corner somewhere recording. How could I be so stupid. I shook my head. Tears were welling up in my eyes.

“I, I have to go, they’re gonna need my help loading the buses.” I said and ran past him toward the parking lot. He called after me but I kept walking. When I got to the parking lot only one of our buses was still there. I let out a slow breath and then sighed. “God I’m a fucking idiot,” I groaned.

“I uh.. Sent the other bus ahead” I heard Sy say from behind me. I stood there for a second quietly and then just nodded. “Wait here, I gotta talk to the boys and then we’ll head out,” He said.

I watched him walk over. Some of the boys started to whistle and holler. I couldn’t hear Logan but he shut it down quick. The boys loaded up into the bus and gestured for me to follow. He gave me a soft smile and followed me on sitting in the seat across from mine. Other than the boys celebrating the game in the back ground it was a silent ride home. How did I screw this up so bad. He planned out this whole thing. But, somehow I still don’t believe this. My phone lit up with a text from the girls.

“How was the game? I saw you guys won!” Skyler sent. I needed them right now. I looked over at sy he was scrolling on his phone, or looking out the window, I didn’t know what to say right now. I texted the girls back.

“The game was good, But I’m an idiot.” I replied.

“How so?” Hayley texted back quickly. I poured out everything into the text. They knew why I felt he shouldn’t like me, even if I never said it. So I’m sure that was no surprise to them. I told them about what those women had said. And my little panic attack. Sy telling me how he felt and how I ran off. And when I finally clicked together that he had put this together so he could ask to take me out. And How I royally fucked it all up.

“Oh Alayna, I’m sorry. That really sucks. But have you tried talking to him about any of this.” Skyler said.

“I didn’t have the time, and I can’t, He probably already hates me now and realizes I was never worth it anyway.”

“Stop it dude! I don’t wanna hear that from you. Clearly he thinks you are. He went through all that effort because he wanted to make sure he got the right opportunity. So he would care if you told him! You need to tell him what you’re feeling. I know it’s scary but you have to.” Hayley sent back.

“She’s right Alayna, I know this is hard, but he’s not in this to hurt you, I know people have before but girl, You can’t believe for the rest of your life every man is the same. Pull him aside when you get back. You can fix this. We love you!!”

I knew they were right. But I didn’t have much time to muster up the courage to do anything. When I looked up from my phone we were pulling back up to the school. The team got off the bus. “Alright boys! Get home safe, I’ll see you Monday morning for practice,” Sy said before letting them go. I grabbed my things from the bus and headed to my car. But when I got there I noticed something wasn’t right my shoulders slumped. I’d left a light on when I was searching for a jacket. God I hope it didn’t drain my battery. I got in and tried to start it. But of course. What’s that saying. If it can go wrong it will. I got out and slammed the door shut. “Fuck!” I shouted. I couldn’t help it now the damn broke and I couldn’t help but start crying “I’m so stupid!” I kicked at tire and slammed my fist on the hood of my car. “Ow fuck!” I held my hand that was now throbbing.

“Woah, Hey, What’s going on?” Sy asked coming up behind me quicking after hearing me shouting.

“It’s nothing, I'm sorry. My… battery died. I left a light on. My car won’t start.” I hiccuped trying to control my breathing. He pulled me into his chest and hugged me.

“Okay, It’s gonna be alright. Breath. Good girl. Calm down.” He spoke softly. “Now,” he pulled away slightly to look at me in they eyes. “Do you have jumper cables?” I shook my head

“No I, had some old ones and I threw them out and never replaced them I… forgot.” he nodded. And let go leaving me against his car to go check the tool box in the back of his truck.

“Shoot. Yeah, I thought so,” He mumbled to himself, “Sorry, sugar. I left mine in my garage.” He said. I nodded. “It’ll be fine here tonight, I can take you home.” Again I just nodded. I heard him let out a deep breath. “Did I,” He paused. “Did I do something wrong? I, I just thought... Maybe I was reading it wrong. I was just sure that you felt…”

“I do,” I said cutting him off. “ I do feel the same. I just don’t understand why, you feel the way you do. I …” I didn’t know what else to say I just kept staring at the pavement.

“What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous. Shit, I’ve been flirtin’ with you since I met you. You really couldn’t see it?” I shook my head.

“No,” I said finally looking up at him. “I wanted to. I really wanted to, but I just couldn’t believe that a guy as good looking as you would find me attractive.” I said. He chuckled softly. “Don’t laugh at me!” I pouted.

“I’m not, it’s just, baby, you might just be the dumbest smart girl i’ve ever met. Seriously, that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. And I coach teenage boys!” I smiled a little. “There she is. You wanna tell me what’s goin on in that pretty little head of yours? He asked. I took a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“I was waiting to talk to you after the game, and I heard these women talking. They were talking about how handsome you are. And if you were single. One of them had said they’d seen me with you on the sidelines. She made a comment about my weight and that there was no way I would be your type. And The other girl said some things too. I felt really insecure. I already didn’t believe that you would be into me but when I heard someone else say it, it solidified it for me. And then when you told me how you felt. It felt like a joke. I felt like I was in high school again and everyone was going to gather around and start laughing. And to be honest. My experiences since then haven’t been great. I haven’t been with good guys. I just I was afraid I was going to be hurt. Honestly sometimes I don’t even know how I do this job because I can’t even take my own advice.” I looked down again. It was a relief to let it all out but if I looked him in the eye I was going to start crying again. I was already weak enough in this moment.

Sy stepped back around the car to where I was standing. He gently put his hands on my hips and pulled against him. He brought one hand up brushing the hair out of my face and resting it on my cheek. “I wish you could understand how wrong they are. I know you don’t not right now. But I’m gonna help you see yourself the way I do Sugar,” He didn’t hesitate any longer. He pressed us further against the car and leaned down pressing his lips to mine. His lips were soft and his body was warm against mine. He kissed me slowly and soft his beard tickling against my jaw. I snaked my hands around his neck pulling him closer. And I felt him smile against my lips. He pulled away slowly eyes fluttering open still holding me against him. “Baby you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that. I don’t know what other people have said to you. Or what you’ve been through. But when I tell you you’re beautiful I mean it. And when say I wanna take you home with me, it aint no joke baby. Do you trust me?” He askes staring down at me holding my face in his hands.

“I trust you Logan, so much that is scares me.” I admitted.

“I’d never hurt you like that Darlin’ that’s a promise.” I pulled him down and kissed him again. Harder this time. He groaned against my lips and squeezed my hip pulling me closer. He slid his hand into my hair holding me there as he started to gently suck on my bottom lip. We pulled away to catch our breath and had big goofy grin on his face as he leaned his forehead against mine. “I’d love to do this all night baby,” He chuckled. “But its late and its only gonna get colder out here, I need to get you home.” I blushed.

“Yeah, it’s almost midnight. We really should get going.”

He opened the passenger door of the truck for me and made sure I got in okay before he shut the door and got in on the other side. He started the truck and we pulled out of the parking lot.

“Sy?” I spoke softy.

“Yeah baby?” He looked over just for a second to let me know he was listening.

“Did you mean it, when you said you wanted to take me home with you?” I asked. He literally snorted.

“What do you think?” He smirked taking one hand of the wheel and resting it on my thigh. I could feel my heart rate speed up and I was blushing. How the hell was it so easy for him to turn me on?

“I want to.” I said. He looked like he was about to choke.

“Yeah? You don’t have to Sugar, I didn’t mean… I mean I want you to. But I don’t want you to fee like I’m pressuring you or anything. Shit I ain’t even taken you out yet. Not really.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly.

“Logan, I really want to.” I said. He just smiled.

“Alright, baby.”

He drove us back to his place parking the truck in his drive way. “Right this way Darlin,” He smirked leading me up the front steps and unlocking the door. I followed him inside and he quickly shut the door behind him backing me up against it. “You really have no idea what your doing to me do you baby?” He licked his lips looking me up an down hungrily. I’d never seen him like this. The look in his eye was almost, animalistic. And it was so. Fucking. Hot. “Here I was thinking you were an innocent little thing.” He pinned my against the door holding me there in his hands. He leaned down crushing his lips against mine. This was different than the kisses we’d shared earlier , slow and sensual, this was hungry, needy. “Practically begging me to bring you home. You know how long I’ve been thinking about this? Getting you home with me? Under me? Fuck.” he breathed

He pulled me away from the wall and pulled at the bottom of his hoodie I was still wearing. I lited my arms and let him pull it over my head along with my shirt leaving them in a pile on the floor. We walked a little farther into the house. He pulled his shirt off tossing it next to us as he pulled me into his lap on the couch. I leaned back to admire his toned chest running my fingers throught the soft curls there. He slid his hand into my hair groaning into my mouth as he pulled me in for another kiss. He bit my bottom lip slowly dragging it between his teeth. He started. Peppering kisses down my jaw before leaving wet kisses along my neck.

His hands were everywhere roaming over bra squeezing my breasts, running them down my sides and around grabbing my ass. I felt his hand move around my back plaing with the clasp of my bra. “Need this off baby.” He mumbled against my chest. He managed to undo it and I let it fall tossing it to the floor. “Mm fuck yes,” He moaned dipping his head down taking one of my nipples into his mouth and teasing the other with his thumb. I moaned and rolled my hips against his. I could feel his hard cock straining aginst his jeans. He groaned against me giving the other nipple attention.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He said stood from the couch picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Sy!” I Squealed. He carried me to his bedroom setting me on his bed. He crawled on top of me. His hands were already on the waist band of my leggings.

“Is this okay,” He paused. I nodded eagerly and he chuckled. “Good girl.” He pulled them down swiftly with my panties leaving me completely bare infront of him. “Fucking beautful” he said as he starting kissng down my stomach. He nipped at my thigh leaving wet kisses there. He pushed my legs open a little further and pulled me to the end of the bed. I was completely exposed to him but I didn’t care. I trusted him completely. He met my gazed and ran his and up my thigh before brushing his fingers through my folds. I moaned as his fingers brushed across my clit “God damn baby, all this for me? Fuckin soaked. “ He smirked He pressed his thumb to my clit rubbing in rough circles.

“Fuck!” I moaned “Logan please!” I grabed his wrist the sensation already feeling overstimulating. It’s been so long.

“We’ll get there baby.” He teased. Finally he kissed down my inner thigh and brushed his tongue against my clit.

“Oh my god!” I whimpered ran my fingers over his hair as he sucked on my clit. He slid two finger inside me pumping slowly. I squirmed against him but he used his other hand to hold my hips down. God he was so strong.

“Keep still sugar. Don’t make me tell ya again,” He said before going back to work on my clit and curving his fingers in side me pumping them a little faster. I was seeing starts. I pushed his head down holding him there.

“Oh my god, don’t stop!” I moaned. I came hard around his fingers and he slid them out and licked them clean.

“Mm you taste so good baby. So fuckin’ sweet.” He stood up from the bed finally ridding himself of his jeans and boxers. His hard cock rested against his stomach. He was huge. I bit my lip and he chuckled.

“I’ll go easy on you baby,” he said as he started crawling on top of me again.

“Mm wait,” He stopped raising an eye brow. I pushed him back against the pillows and kisses his lips softly. I kissed down his chest and finally settled between his legs. I bit my lip and looked up at him innocently “Just wanna taste it,” He smirked.

“Dirty little girl ain’t ya, mm” he pulled my hair back guiding me down. I licked the length of his cock. He groaned softly. I loved the sounds he made. So deep and almost feral. I finally took the tip in my mouth and slowly started to suck him off. I took him as far as I could letting him hit the back of my throat. He growled. “That’s it baby, good girl.” I kept bobbing my head on his cock and wrapped my and around the base where I couldn’t fit him in. I felt him tug on my hair and pull me up. “That feels amazing baby but I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.”

He kissed me again and laid me down pulling leg over his shoulder. He ran the head of his cock up and down my folds getting it nice and wet. “You ready baby girl?” I nodded. He slowly pushed in. He held him self up bracing him self on one arm. He pushed in slow inch by inch letting me adjust to him. When he bottomed out he stayed there for a minute. “You okay baby?”

“Logan, it’s sweet that you’re asking but please fuck me.” He let out a low growl and pulled almost all the way snapping his hips back into me. I moaned feeling him deep inside me. He grabbed my hip pulling me closer and kept thrusting into me. He moaned as he reached between us finding my clit with his thumb. The rythem of his thrusts and hitting just the right spot had me seeing stars. I came again around him moaning his name and other obscenities falling from my lips. “That’s it good girl.” He pulled out and flipped me over onto my stomach. He pushed back inside of me this new angle hitting that spot over and over again but I was so sensitive.

“Come on baby, you got another one for me?” He growled against my ear.

“Mm I can’t sy, It’s too much,” He reached around rubbing my clit in cirlces with his thumb.

“One more baby, please for me?” He picked up his pace hitting that spot over and over. I Moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me.

“Fuck I’m cumming!” I moaned letting go around him

“That’s my good girl, cum on my cock.” His thrusts were becoming erratic and he stilled and groan cumming inside me. He kissed my shoulder and layed down beside me. He pulled out slowly and pulled me to lay on his chest. “Holy shit,” He breathed. He fingertips brushed up and down my back. He smiled down at me. “You’re incredible. I don’t deserve you.”

“Shut up Logan,” I blushed Hiding my face against his chest.

“I mean it, your too good for this world Darlin’,” He smiled and kissed my head. “I’m gonna marry you someday, I know I haven’t even really taken you on a date yet. But baby when you know, you know,”

“Yeah?” I smiled “I think I know what you mean.” He pulled the blankets up over us and held me for a while.

“Good, now get some rest Darlin’” He said running his fingers through my hair. I smiled snuggling up against him.

“Goodnight Sy,” I smiled.

“Goodnight sugar.”

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hunieday · 9 months

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8th Anniversary story - Chapter 4 : Take on the new project.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

[Okazaki agency]

Yuki: Huh? A different unit from Momo?

Momo: We’re going to be separated?!

Rinto: That’s right. What do you wanna do? Will you decline?

Momo: What about the idols from the other agencies?

Rinto: Apparently Takanashi Production and Yaotome Production are actively considering taking it.

Momo: I see… If everyone’s fired up to give it their all, then let’s give it our all too!

Momo: You enjoy working with our juniors, right Yuki?

Yuki: I don’t particularly dislike it, but whether or not Momo is present makes a big difference in how at ease I am.

Momo: Sweet! I’m glad I can help my darling out!

Yuki: Well I still want you to help me.

Momo: If I really can’t help you now, maybe you should end up with juniors you're very friendly with, Yamato-kun for example.

Yuki: Huh, Yamato-kun. Can I go with him?

Rinto: They’re planning to select the shuffle members through an internal and a customer survey…

Yuki: Can’t we pull some strings if it’s for TV?

Rinto: It’s more of an advertising project than a TV program, so I don’t think it’s possible…

Momo: If they want to form shuffle units based on the beverages’ themes, it would make sense they’d want to have people with similar images in the same unit.

Yuki: We’re most likely gonna be assigned different teams. Yamato-kun’s definitely getting the beer association. My image tends to lean more towards wine.

Momo: I doubt it’s gonna be alcohol.

Yuki: Juice perhaps? Then, Momo’s definitely gonna be with momorin…

Rinto: Oh…

Yuki: What?

Rinto: I promised not to mention the company’s name… but it’s not momorin’s manufacturer.

Momo: Momorin! I love you, but goodbye!!

Yuki: Tell that to me as well.

Momo: Yuki! I love you, but goodbye!!

Yuki: That would normally hurt me… But, well, it’s my job so I’ll do my best.

Yuki: Maybe it’s not bad at all. Since we’ll be in different units, I’ll watch you perform from the audience seats.

Momo: Let’s bring fans for each other! I’ll wave my penlight the hardest…!

Yuki: I'll find you wherever you are.

Momo: Darling, you’re so handsome! I’m super looking forward to these temporary units!

Momo: I’m also intrigued by this anonymous company………….!

Yuki: What’s wrong, Momo?

Momo: Ah, no…

Momo: Listen, Okarin. Did that company have a recent change in owners?

Rinto: What… I’m not sure. Why does that matter to you?

Momo: Oh, nothing! Just curious. Thought it might be a company I knew.

Yuki: Momo has tons of friends after all.

Momo: Ahaha, that’s true…

Momo: Don’t tell me Ryo-san is behind that company…it can’t be…

Momo: He used to run a trading company before becoming the head of Tsukumo. Bought and sold companies and stuff…

Momo: I hope I’m just overthinking it… he did say he turned over a new page. He needs to grow up.

Momo: I hope I’m wrong…

[Tsukumo Production]

Shiro: ... So, we have a project to form temporary units.

Touma: A shuffle project with other groups! It's gonna be the first time for ŹOOḼ, right? Sounds interesting!

Touma: Right, guys?

Haruka: ...

Minami: ...

Torao: ...

Touma: Huh? You don’t like it?

Haruka: I don’t hate it but...

Minami: Forming units means more TV appearances and live performances...

Torao: We'll be spending more time with the other guys...

Touma: Is that not okay? It's gonna be with IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, and Re:vale, after all.

Minami＆Haruka＆Torao: ...

Minami＆Haruka＆Torao: I don’t mind but...

Shiro: Is it because you're shy around new people?

Haruka: I'm not shy! It's fine. I’m totally completely fine with it.

Minami: So, will it be two and two? How will we be split?

Shiro: Since you guys are four and there will be four temporary units, it's likely that each of you will join a different one.

Torao: We’re gonna be separated… What about Sougo? As long as I’m in the same unit as him or Ryuunosuke.

Haruka: Me too! I want to be with Izumi or Yotsuba!

Minami: I’m fine with everyone except Rokuya-san.

Touma: What's wrong? I thought you were friends.

Minami: We’re not.

Torao: You had a fight?

Minami: It’s not like that. I just think he’s overly pompous and mighty. Probably due to his upbringing as a prince…

Haruka: More pompous than Torao?

Torao: Not more than me.

Touma: Don’t admit to that so smugly. So, are we going to accept this job?

Minami＆Haruka＆Torao: ...

Minami＆Haruka＆Torao: We'll do it...

Shiro: Great! I'll respond to them right away!

Touma: Please do! I can’t wait to see who we’ll end up with!

Torao: But what's with this company making the offer wanting to stay anonymous? Why are they going through the trouble of keeping their identity hidden?

Haruka: Could it be some kind of prank? Maybe it's Torao's family's company?

Torao: Ahaha. No way...

Torao: ...No way...

Torao: My dad was really happy about my idol debut... No, there's no way he owns a beverage company.

Torao: But maybe he used a friend's company to make this offer as a show of support...

Torao: If my parents suddenly appear in front of these guys as part of some surprise...

Torao: It would be incredibly embarrassing...I absolutely hate it…

Touma: Tora, are you okay?

Torao: Y-Yeah.

Torao: What's the deal with this mysterious beverage company...?

To be continued...

#i7 #idolish7 #ainana #idolish7 translation #id7 #8th anniversary #beyond the period #trigger #re:vale #zool

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chainsawctopus · 2 years

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What do u think of yoshiden

Oh boy. If you're here on my account then you probably already know who I am and how absolutely insane I am for them, but I'm gonna ramble anyway LOL thanks for giving me the opportunity to show people on Tumblr how insane I am ‼✌😁 If people who don't know me from twitter find this, hi I'm TK! I may be a little deranged for Yoshiden, just a tiny bit y'know- Yoshiden means a lot to me for various reasons but I'll just put down all my insane ramblings down belowwww [CSM Spoilers if anime onlys/new readers find this post somehow] [Serious Section] -Denji's distrust/disliking for men/straight up internalized homophobia is most likely because of his past abusers being male (the mafia and his father), so if he starts to trust Yoshida throughout the course of part 2 and they end up forming an actual bond, whether it's romantic or platonic, it kind of helps Denji get over his distrust and help him cope with that trauma knowing that hey not all dudes are that bad actually, this guy's pretty nice. (You could say that Beam already did that and they had a good bond too but Beam is... y'know... *finger across neck* bleh... and Denji still emphasizes he wouldn't let a dude sit on him in 104 so...)

-Surprise surprise, I'm in on the bi Denji agenda because I'm bisexual and all my favs have to be bi 😁😁/hj But seriously, bi Denji is a pretty good concept cause aside from getting rid of his internalized homophobia, it also helps him get over/cope with his trauma as I said above. Part 1 was all about Denji learning about different kinds of love (familial love from the Hayakawa family, romantic love from Reze, and the mess that is sexual->maternal->abusive love from Makima, etc etc), so exploring his sexuality in part 2 could be a nice little addition to that. (Bonus points for the new kind of familial love he has for Nayuta now that he's her older brother/father figure; bonus BONUS points if Yoshida's the other dad LOL) [Delusional Absolutely Normal Section] -Yoshida's canonically a pretty boy as stated by another guy, so maybe if Denji stares at him long enough he'll realize guys can be as pretty as girls too and think it's fine to find guys attractive LMAO

-We all agree Yoshida's gay or at least mspec mlm leaning/preference right? Right. -Anyway, I'M A TOTAL SUCKER FOR ONE-SIDED LOVE STORIES LOL I'd like to think Yoshida has coworkers who could've taken the job of watching over Denji but he deliberately asked to do the job because he found him cute back in part 1, though realistically he probably only got chosen for the job cause he knew about Denji's identity already and he's also in high school, but we're not here for realism, we're here for gay people. (Gay people being Hirofumi Yoshida.) (Did you see him at the table with Angel while Denji and Power were talking about barf and stuff? Dude was smiling while listening to them talk about random shit, he probably became interested in Denji then and there; hell, even the goddamn onigiri scene where Denji still eats it after it fell to the ground probably made him go 'woah this guy is sick in the head I'm in love') Back to the one sided thing, the idea of Yoshida being willing to die while protecting Denji is???? insane??? and I love it because it really shows how devoted he is not only to his job but to Denji in general. He's never truly lost his temper at Denji, even when he used his bare hands on the cake, even when he let himself get sat on by girls, and even how he only wants to reveal himself as Chainsaw Man just to get a girlfriend. Sure, he called him hopeless in the recent chapter, but he never raised his voice or fought back. He's always trying to be patient with him even when he's being completely ridiculous. Copypasting what I've said on twitter here: If someone started scooping and eating the cake I bought with their bare hands, I wouldn't just sit there and go "Aaaaaah!", I'd definitely get pissed. Yoshida has FEELINGS for this boy, I swear. He said NOTHING about it. NOTHING. No "Why the hell'd you do that?" or "Dude that's gross" OR ANYTHING, he immediately just goes back to talking about trying to prevent Denji from revealing his identity. If someone I liked, however, would eat cake with their bare hands, I'd just be embarrassed but also find it cute so I'd let it slide. (Tested and proven 👍)

If, miraculously, Yoshida canonically confesses to Denji, he'd probably still pine for him even if Denji turns him down, which he probably will. Yoshida realizes, after being his bodyguard for a while, that he really enjoys Denji and being around him; he'd get too attached to those feelings and still shower him with appreciation even if he knows it'll never be reciprocated. Just knowing that Denji's being given the love he deserves is enough for him, even if Denji doesn't want or care about that love. It's kinda selfish of Yoshida, but he doesn't care, all he cares about is that he likes Denji and he's willing to keep that up until he dies. -Anywayyyyy, even though they're both good in battle they're both absolute fucking losers LOL Yoshida getting thrown out the window is and will always be my favorite scene from him. Denji got called a loser by Asa, so maybe if Denji just turned his head 90 degrees after that rejection, he would've seen another loser and they could've been the most pathetic loser4loser couple in existence, it's great, c'mon Denji just accept you can like men already

-I kinda maybe kin Yoshida soooo- 💀 I mostly started kinning him for his appearance and how he's visibly deranged in part 1 LOL, but seeing his attitude towards Denji in part 2 really made me like wow he just like me fr‼ I'm sick in the head for this cute guy who is also kinda sick in the head‼ So yeah that really added to my appreciation for yoshiden LMAOSKJSDKF Ok that's all it's almost 6am and my brain is empty, maybe I'll add to this later, hopefully that answers your question anon 😁👍‼‼‼💥💥💥 I dunno if you expected an essay but BOOM, I hope I get a good score LOL

#chainsaw man #chainsawman #csm #yoshiden #yoshidenji #denji #hirofumi yoshida #can't believe my first serious post on tumblr is a goddamn yoshiden ramble but hey what else did you expect from tk chainsawctopus right #if shipping yoshiden got me a boyfriend then everyone should just start shipping yoshiden to find love it'll work 100% trust me #it's kinda funny cause my bf is literally the ceo of yoshiden #follow punkkrat right now or explode sorry you have no choice #i remember some1 asked him to make a 50 paragraph essay abt yoshiden and he said that's my thing so i hope that anon sees this post hey ano #anyway stream in the back room by syudou

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Thinking about how Finn said that “personal growth” and “learning things about themselves” thing not about Mike in the chair like I misremembered (I grouped it in with the “normal” line) BUT IN RESPONSE TO A QUESTION ABOUT MIKE AND EL’S RELATIONSHIP.

Listen, I know that El learned knew stuff and that is clear. But the idea that Mike learned new things about himself and went through personal growth when the primary focus was on his joint relationship implies to me that that wasn’t the only thing he was thinking about.

Also, I am thinking about the things he did need to learn about himself for the introspection required for the I love you speech, but it almost feels like an omission of more unreliable narration that we weren’t let in on the transition of him figuring that out - seemingly between the painting scene and the speech but including prior, more ambiguous scenes.

It was a payoff to him not saying I love you for both of them on the surface but actually...what was it a payoff to? Because conceptually the like structure pitch is “he can’t say I love you then he does” not the PLOT. So it is FASCINATING to me that it wasn’t emphasized to us at all. Like no further scenes to show how El feels unloved after that one scene for the rest of the season other than parallels GA wouldn’t catch. And more importantly, we did not see Mike’s inability causing him any pain or making him feel pent up. We saw it clearly causing him guilt. But there was no emphasis or representation whatsoever of what he was actually going through. The anxiety reasoning wasn’t presented until right before - in the previous episode to the speech. Everything else was ambiguous and seemed to be more guilt oriented surrounding how it made El feel that he couldn’t and the following events causing her to leave. He felt at fault for her leaving and possibly being in danger and he felt bad about how they left things. He wanted her back. But that is a separate concept from how he was feeling about being incapable of saying it even BEFORE she brought it up. If she hadn’t been hurt and there hadn’t been consequences...would he have been comfortable? What internal effect was it having? Was there torment? Was he trying to say/write it? Did he not even notice and just subconsciously omit it?

The fact that we don’t know is what’s crazy to me. Because it means that the set up and payoff are bookended but not earned. We are told he can’t say I love you and she’s sad about it. We talk about other shit for 7 episodes (yes, including Mike, because I am not counting guilt, only explanation). Then he says I love you. EMPHASIS ON We talk about other shit for 7 episodes. It was not about them. Mike felt guilty and El was preoccupied. We are told we should care but it just feels weird. Because honestly? I DO care! But the way that the writers handled it dampened that a little bit. It didn’t ignite it. Not in a like dampening joy sense just like a flame that wasn’t tended to and died out. It wasn’t tended to. They didn’t maintain anything but “I couldn’t tell her but I wish I had told her...you know...that”. Okay so all we know total is that he wishes he had been able to tell her and she wishes he had been able to tell her but we don’t know WHY he couldn’t tell her and we only know that she wishes he HAD been able to tell her. We don’t have enough details to know if saying it now would even fix things because the thing that hurt already happened! It might fix things! But we were given insufficient information to know that!

It feels earned. But only for the people watching the show for them. It would be like Byler kissing in season 5 episode 1. It’s out of the blue. It’s unearned. The fans following subtext are excited, but your average Joe was NOT paying attention to those side details and implied subtextual messaging enough to know or care or get behind it. Nice. Good for them. Now what else is on. If you’re just a general audience member, it satisfied just enough. It’s a band aid. It’s a slapped on excuse. It’s a question’s answer spat out just for the people who don’t care enough to ask any more. “What’s gonna fix that” “I love you” “oh...ok...fixed”. It’s for the people who care about the concept of a plot conflict being resolved more than the specifics of what that conflict or resolution even are. There was a question. There was tension until it was answered. It was answered. Nobody cares what the answer was.

If you think about it, there is only a setup and payoff - no build. That’s not how that goes. That’s not how writing works - at least not when you’re trying for that. You can’t just say “I want this”, wait a while and then give it to them. They didn’t do anything to achieve it. Mike was venting but we didn’t watch him do any sort of work on himself or introspection or anything really to achieve what he seemed to. Even his reaction to the big thing that supposedly would cause that adjustment wasn’t shown to us. And El’s plot wasn’t even about that at all. If anything, the fight was a driving force for her to run into the arms of her main plot. They essentially created a clear and easy setup, executed an unrelated complicated and planned plot, and then were like “oh yeah” and wrote an ending.

Except, obviously, they didn’t. They would have done that if they didn’t care. But they do care. Which is why it was purposeful.

It’s just like what I just said about the M&M’s season 3 season in the hospital being right in the middle of the action. They don’t want you to care about their romantic relationship. They don’t want you to be against it and they want you to be in support of them in general, which is why they have plenty of scenes with focus like the pineapple pizza scene - platonic and happy. But multiple of their payoffs are plotlines are deprioritized. From the start. Mike and Lucas were fighting and they needed to stick together to find Will - One of El’s narrative functions there being to drive them apart to hinder that ability. Mike was with Will and El was finding her family. El was with Max. It was one-sided). El was regaining her memories and Mike was struggling with guilt.

They have always either had other primary focus or only one of them was focused on the other. And what did all these seasons end with? They kissed after bonding, but amidst a focus of Mike and Lucas’ fighting and overcoming for the sake of friendship. They went to the Snow Ball together, but after spending the whole season with other people. They got back together, but after one of them not initiating anything in that regard (ironically, her grief caused her focus to shift - not that it wasn’t one of her focuses it just wasn’t #1). Mike said I love you, but only after she spent the whole season working through her lab trauma. Their plots were not buildups to their payoffs. They never have been. Because their payoffs have always been romantic. But the little moments sprinkled out have been what’s really important. While it hasn’t been emphasized like the unearned moments, it has been there throughout. ( Also I don’t know where to add this in but the distraction of Max cutting the speech off aka being a priority basically saying “other things are still happening” just like the cuts in the hospital scene did: “there are more important things” was more of the energy than them feeling connected at all.)

Because their platonic relationship may not be the big music swell, but it’s what will stick with you. Because those are the moments that were given the time and the true focus. They weren’t distracted from. Because those platonic moments are both the most important ones FROM their relationship and their relationship is not the most important thing from their individual storylines. So the built up arcs, the earned ones, have been something different. Not gonna list again but prime example: El telling Brenner no and standing confident in her decision rather than being told “I love you”.

They have important moments together but the moments that would supposedly end their arc for the season are unearned because the romantic nature and what they actually are was previously referenced but not built up. The moments given the time of day were not buildup or payoffs at all, but rather little in between moments where they simply enjoyed one another or offered understanding and support. Their plots are romantic and that’s why they don’t work. Because the most important part of their relationship has always been just being there.

#elmike analysis #elmike meta #stranger things #ily speech #el hopper #mike wheeler #narrative analysis #narrative arcs #byler

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harry-styles-obsessed · 1 year

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Perfect to me

Warnings: none! Just fluff and comfort

Request: hi I struggle with acne and am very insecure about it, I’m learning to cope with it and everything but do you think you could do one where the reader has an outbreak of acne? Like because of stress or tiredness or stuff? I don’t mind really… just something comforting please! Thank you(:

Tw: mention of blood

Harry x insecure fem! Reader

That morning you woke up way earlier than normal, Harry was laid in bed beside you, softly snoring, his hair messy yet a complete masterpiece. You carefully sat up tiredly getting out of bed as you made your way into the bathroom flicking the light on as you turned on the taps your eyes suddenly focusing on your face, your stomach dropping as you stared at yourself. Red spots covered your skin, dry spots too… your face just looked incredibly inflamed acne… you always struggled with acne but the outbreaks were always the worse and they always made you feel insecure. You stared at yourself eyes full of self hatred as you shook your head emotions barrelling out of control a sudden sob leaving your lips… maybe some would see the way you reacted as stupid but you were incredibly insecure all the time and Harry knew that well, he tried to lift your confidence up but somedays were better than others.

“Babe?”

A confused Harry stood at the doorway, hair everywhere and eyes slightly droopy as he gazed at you worriedly and you quickly covered your face not wanting to look at him or rather him to see you as you shook your head “hey… hey what’s the matter?” He asked worriedly as he walked towards you more awake now since he knew you were clearly upset and very emotional. “I’m so ugly and gross” you spat out and Harry remained silent his brows pulling together before he crouched down in front of you trying to get you to look at him but every time he tried you were only more adamant to hide your face. “Why do you say that? You know that’s no way to talk about yourself… you’ve got to show yourself respect.” He said calmly, “babe look at me. Honey… please.” He whispered not wanting to force you to but he didn’t want you suffering in silence “but it’s the truth I’m so ugly!” You yelled out finally looking at him and once his eyes locked onto your face realisation struck “oh darling… no no no.” He was quick to cup your face in his hands gazing at the redness on your skin “you’re not ugly or gross… this is normal. Hey… it’s totally normal… even I get outbreaks sometimes… it happens to everyone.” He assured but you sniffled shaking your head “yeah but you look hot… and I just look like a mess.” You whined out and he couldn’t help but chuckle, “don’t laugh” you whined out and he smiled at you “I’m not laughing honey…. You look hot doing anything and don’t tell me otherwise… now listen to me okay?” And you nodded your head listening intently to him,

“I’m going to go into the bedroom… I’m going to make you some food, how does a nice hot chocolate sound hm? Then we can cuddle and watch a movie okay” he said softly and you nodded immediately craving the warmth of a hot chocolate “yes please” you whispered and he nodded smiling as he kissed your cheek “go to the toilet,” he said making you furrow your brows in confusion “go on” he said with a nod before leaving you for some privacy however you did just as he said finally realising why he had said it, your eyes staring at the blood that was soaking your underwear. Damn period. Of course. How’d he know? You went to call him but before you could he had already walked in, a new pair of underwear held in his hand along with a pad before he handed them to you “isn’t this gross for you?” You asked quietly and he smiled at you “not at all… you’re my girlfriend… I love you… I don’t care what I have to help you with.” He assured and you just remained silent. How did you land a perfect guy like him? “How’d you know?” You asked and he smiled “well it’s been about a month and your period usually falls on this date” he said making you let out a soft laugh “gods i love you” you said happily and he smiled crouching down just in front of you “love you too sweetheart….” You removed your underwear noticing how blood had spread onto your inner thighs a soft whine leaving your lips “don’t worry honey… it’s just blood.” Harry assured grabbing a flannel as he wetted it with hot water, he then handed it to you. You felt safe enough to let him help you during these situations… that said the type of man he was… a trustworthy loving man. “Good job baby. All gone.” He murmured kissing your forehead before he crouched down in front of you helping you put the clean underwear on before he stood up, leaving the bathroom just so you could sort yourself out. He knew you could do a lot of this by yourself but he wanted to make sure you knew how much he supported you.

As you made your way out of the bathroom Harry was already back in bed but this time his guitar was standing up just next to the bed, “hey baby… here come sit.” He said and you quickly clambered into bed letting out a soft sigh your tummy already cramping and causing you pain. “Lay down. Just relax… let me take care of you okay?” He murmured and you nodded your head leaning back into the warmth of the bed as he lightly lifted your T-shirt up just so he could place the warm hot water bottle onto your skin, a soft happy sigh leaving your lips and you hummed fluttering your eyes shut “your hot chocolates just there okay? And some chocolate and other snacks just in case.” He said softly. He knew damn well just how to take care of you. He then propped himself up onto his pillows so he was sat slightly taller than you and you heard the sound of something opening and you opened your eyes looking at him confused and he chuckled “don’t worry… just got a face mask…” he murmured gently and you nodded, allowing him to smooth the cream onto your skin- the cream was a moisturiser almost to get some moisture into your skin, it usually helped your acne and you just hoped it would work this time too.

“Why are you so insecure about your acne?” He soon asked as his fingertips continued to lightly massage the cream into your skin “because it makes me look ugly” you whispered, making him scoff quietly “don’t be silly. You’re beautiful no matter what y/n…” he said gently and you shook your head “don’t try and say no to me… especially when it’s the truth.” He said making a small smile form on your face “but-“ “but nothing y/n. You’re gorgeous no matter what. I don’t care what you look like. I fell in love with your personality, your body, your kindness, your everything… not just your looks okay? Yes you’re beautiful but you’re so much more than that.” He said quietly before pressing a kiss to your lips “I love you.”

Once your skin was much more softer and you were a lot more relaxed Harry began playing guitar for you, lightly strumming his fingertips against the strings. “Can you sing for me?” You asked quietly and he smiled and without even saying anything, with just a simple nod, his fingertips began simply and gently strumming against the strings the tune instantly making your heart melt as you recognised the start of it instantly as you looked at him with nothing but love in your eyes, so much so you could’ve cried then and there… “your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me but bear this in mind it was meant to be, and I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me, I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine but I’ll love them endlessly” his voice was soft, gentle… oh so passionate but also so so sincere. “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if I do it’s you oh it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you.. and all these little things,

“You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep and all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me. I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape you never want to know how much you weigh, you still have to squeeze into your jeans but you’re perfect to me…” as he said those four simple words he gazed into your eyes with the softest and most truthful smile, he meant it. You could tell. A tear gently trailed down your cheek making him lean forward to kiss it away gently “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if it’s true it’s you it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you, and all these little things. You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you… and you’ll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to… if I let you know I’m here for you… maybe you’ll love yourself like I… love you. And I’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth cause it’s you… oh it’s you… it’s you they add up to and I’m in love with you and all these little things… I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if it’s true it’s you it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you and all your little things…” he fell silent the strumming stopping as tears continued to trail down your cheeks “I love you so much.” He whispered placing the guitar down just so he could pull you close to his body his fingers gently stroking away your tears as he pressed soft kisses all over your face not daring to let go of you…

“You’re perfect to me.”

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apprenticestanheight · 1 month

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hi!! i have a request :) would it be okay if you wrote a specs x transmasc reader where the reader gets specs to help him with a testosterone shot?? its totally okay if no tho!! have a good day :)

T - specs x transmasc! reader

hi nonnie!! I'm sorry this took a while--this one has been sitting in my drafts for a good few weeks now and I've had it written for just as long. My object permanence is the absolute fuckin' worst, however, and I, admittedly, forgot to edit this before today because of getting distracted by other projects and also getting so anxious I physically could not will myself to get out of bed multiple days in a row since you sent this one into my inbox.

HOWEVER, I did get my shit together today (started on medication for adhd because I told my dr I thought I had it and we're testing it out to see if it works for me to help with those symptoms + anxiety management wot wot) and so, here this is!! I am, once again, sorry for the delay, and I promise if you send another request in I will do my best to do it that week.

fic type - this is fluffy!!

warnings - there are mentions of needles in this

In the five years since you'd come out and the five and a half since you and Specs had started dating, you'd only asked him to help you with your weekly testosterone shot maybe twice in the three and a half years since you'd finally gotten through all of the necessary hoops and had been able to start taking it.

Normally, you could do it yourself without a hitch, sometimes a little squeamish at the sight of the needle, but that Friday you'd asked him to help because he did it a bit quicker than you did--even if by just a solid second or two--while the two of you were on a time crunch in a rush to meet Elise and Tucker. Also, somewhat, as a way to squeeze a bit more time with him out of your day because you had to work an eight hour shift from 3-11, and when you got home he'd either be reading a comic while half asleep or asleep on your side of the bed in your absence.

He agrees to your ask without questioning it, getting the shot ready while you talk to him about how work has been because you've worked a string of evening shifts for the past three weeks and have been too drained to talk about it the next day. He happily listens, occasionally commenting where it's appropriate to make a remark or agree with an opinion you hold about a coworker, though he also acknowledges that he only has your bias to base an opinion on and not his own.

"Thank you for this, by the way," you murmur as you're standing up to pull your pants down to your thighs. "I know I could've done it myself, but I've missed you a lot lately and wanted to squeeze in an extra few minutes."

That remark brings out a soft smile from Specs, given to you as you're sitting back down. A second later, you can see the debate as to whether or not he wants to give you a forehead kiss occur in his expressions before he pauses, presses a quick but somewhat lingering kiss to your forehead, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek.

"I've missed you too, for what it's worth," Specs says. "Elise has kept us busy with her clients and Tucker and I have kept ourselves busy with Spectral Sightings stuff, but we've not seen much of each other lately and it's been hard."

You've missed him so terribly that it hurts, and there have been multiple points in the lulls of your evening shifts wherein you've been tempted to just pick up the phone and call him. You haven't for fear of being judged and seeming co-dependent, but you're at a point where you don't care how co-dependent it makes you seem. You're allowed to miss him when you're working evenings and don't get much of a chance to see him except for in your easier mornings.

You're nodding your agreement with his sentiments as he finishes getting your shot ready. You watch the needle go in, unblinking and relatively unphased, grabbing a "fun" Band-Aid--one shaped like a ghost, one of many from a Band-Aid kit gifted to you by Tucker for your birthday that year--to place over it as the slight pain from the injection settles and the needle is removed.

You pull your pants back up and rake your hands through your hair as Specs discards the needle properly, ever the one to be cautious about how your injection needles are handled, and you're thanking him as you put your testosterone away as it's meant to be stored.

He does a bit of idle cleaning while you finish getting ready, and you wind up stealing one of his button downs to wear over a black shirt. You kiss his cheekbone as he tosses you your keys, and the two of you leave your shared house hand in hand, so full of contentment that you already know how happy you seem is bound to make Tucker fake a gag while he smiles.

#specs fisher insidious #insidious (2010)#insidious #specs fisher x reader #specs fisher x male reader #specs fisher x transmasc! reader #specs fisher

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Perfect to me

Tw: mention of blood

Harry x insecure fem! Reader

“Babe…?”

I’m going to go into the bedroom… I’m going to make you some food, how does a nice hot chocolate sound hm? Then we can cuddle and watch a movie okay” he said softly and you nodded immediately craving the warmth of a hot chocolate “yes please” you whispered and he nodded smiling as he kissed your cheek “go to the toilet,” he said making you furrow your brows in confusion “go on” he said with a nod before leaving you for some privacy however you did just as he said finally realising why he had said it, your eyes staring at the blood that was soaking your underwear. Damn period. Of course. How’d he know? You went to call him but before you could he had already walked in, a new pair of underwear held in his hand along with a pad before he handed them to you “isn’t this gross for you?” You asked quietly and he smiled at you “not at all… you’re my girlfriend… I love you… I don’t care what I have to help you with.” He assured and you just remained silent. How did you land a perfect guy like him? “How’d you know?” You asked and he smiled “well it’s been about a month and your period usually falls on this date” he said making you let out a soft laugh “gods i love you” you said happily and he smiled crouching down just in front of you “love you too sweetheart….” You removed your underwear noticing how blood had spread onto your inner thighs a soft whine leaving your lips “don’t worry honey… it’s just blood.” Harry assured grabbing a flannel as he wetted it with hot water, he then handed it to you. You felt safe enough to let him help you during these situations… that said the type of man he was… a trustworthy loving man. “Good job baby. All gone.” He murmured kissing your forehead before he crouched down in front of you helping you put the clean underwear on before he stood up, leaving the bathroom just so you could sort yourself out. He knew you could do a lot of this by yourself but he wanted to make sure you knew how much he supported you.

“You’re perfect to me”

#harry styles x you #imagines harry styles #harry styles comfort #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles cute #Harry styles sweet #comfort people #comfort #short prompt #short story

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 1 year

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My weekly roundup CW 22

I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking in relation to the previous week on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists!). These are just my personal opinions and preferences based on the feeling I got watching the episodes.

And yes, this will contain spoilers!

Step by Step was on a hiatus this week, so it doesn't come up in this ranking :)

The award for the best character this week goes to:

→ 1. The Day I Loved You (10/10 Final)

The episode with the ending. It's prom night and of course Nikko doesn't make it in time. But Eli and Justin wouldn't be the two great guys who love Nikko more than anything if they hadn't prepared something. And that is to just bring the prom to Nikko's house and Eli gives him the prom dance and they are prom king and king. And all of that would be cheesy to no end under normal circumstances, but it's spot on here. Where the series lost me a bit was the ending. Eli gets accepted to an Ivy League university and goes to the US to be with Nikko. It's totally romantic and all at first. But it was a little too much for me. I was set on a sad ending because it's realistic. Nikko is going to die sooner or later from his illness, and the way he's been, he wouldn't want Eli to accompany him through that process. He would want Eli to go his own way, to find his little happiness on earth. That's just my personal feeling and what I took from Nikko's character and maybe personal experience also plays a small role here. With such topics I am then nevertheless somewhat more for realism at the end. This is only a small drop on the hot stone and has in the end no influence in the fact that it was simply a quite wonderful series! One of the best I've seen so far. Very wholesome.

↑ 2. Be My Favorite (2/10)

The episode with the most surprising ending.

Kawi is the embodiment of all people with a fragile self-esteem and Pisaeng is the voice that we don't like to listen to, that we hardly believe, but that simply speaks the truth. All the shortcomings Kawi thinks he sees in himself exist only in his head, and out there are people who want to be his friends because of who he is. Pisaeng wants to be his friend, even if Kawi can't understand that. But that's not what friendships are about. You don't get to decide why a person wants to be friends with you or what they see in you that you might not see yourself. Your friend sees something in you that helps himself, that gives him confidence, that is valuable to him. And shit, this show makes me cry simply because Kawi represents all my insecurities and my thoughts in my head, which I also have when I wonder why people want to be friends with me when I am just the way I am, with all my shortcomings and insecurities. I thought the conversations Kawi and Pisaeng had in the park and in Kawi's room were so wonderful. And I like that Kawi can travel back and forth in the timelines. I'm a curious bitch…this series satisfies my curiosity a lot! And it provides good humorous moments. And just endings like this one…Where you just sit there and wonder, what the hell happened between you in all this time? I'm really taken with it.

→ 3. La Pluie (6/12)

The episode of the roller coaster of emotions. First hot, then confused and shy, then I was briefly confused, then suddenly sweet again and then at the end I thought only Nope… So first Patts and Saengtai make out on the floor after Patts had showered - he could have joined him in the shower afterwards - I have nothing against the make out scene, it was aesthetically very pleasing, how it was built up, how the desire slowly increased, how the glasses flew and the emotions were released, just a very nice scene. And after that, Saengtai was shy as hell. I mean yeah, you can be a bit shy after something like that, but Patts was already trying to comfort him a bit and yet Saengtai is quite tense in his presence. I don't know, this hot and cold is a bit too much for me. But well, that's personal preference here. And in the end, Saengtai comes along on the trip and everything in my little heart was good again. Well, until Lomfon showed up and has this look on him and Saengtai kind of dives into that look and I can't see through what's going on in his head. And then he agreed to go out to dinner with him…argh! I don't like it here. So Patts, mark your territory! Saengtai is yours!

↑ 4. Our Dining Table (9/10)

The episode that felt very wholesome. There's my wholesome series back again! The dad is just the best! And Yutaka confessed his feelings to Minoru? Though in a very clumsy approach, but still! And it was sweet! And finally they can talk to each other again and be happy and when Yutaka was with his family and had the conversation with his brother, I shed a little tear! That was urgently necessary this conversation. Even if he himself has found his place in life and his own family, so to speak, he always has a place there and that's nice. An all-around nice episode.

↑ 5. My Story (8/10)

The episode of the (re)unions. Fifth and Zeke finally got to talk about what they actually are and how they feel about each other and my heart wanted to burst with sweetness! So no drama here this week, just pure love. It was about time!

And our main couple? Things were heating up here. First Sky was romanced by his boss, who had to confess her feelings to him. What Sky then very nicely and considerately rejected. But then it seems that he finally clicked and went back to Win to spend a hot night with him. I have to say, one of the best first kisses I've seen so far, because there was so much insecurity and caution in it, that they approached each other slowly and didn't just press lips to lips. I thought it was really good. Otherwise, my heart was befuddled by two love confessions before and I may have been a bit blinded.

→ 6. The Luminous Solution (2/6)

The episode with the dream sequences Okay, who the hell is this Time and what is he up to? I just see two possible cheating paths in my mind's eye: Thana and Time and the doctor and this one friend of his who flirts so openly with our little doctor, even though he knows the doctor is in a long-term relationship. He who has such friends does not need an enemy. The dream sequences looked very aggressive, why did they have to be so aggressive with each other? Okay, maybe that's their thing, but even the facial expressions didn't look like, "now I'm going to spank you", but more like "I'm going to really beat you up"…. And Mai and Ryou? They're getting closer, while the best friend doesn't like it at all. Mai is perhaps a bit pushy and the best friend too possessive. And Ryou stands in the middle grinning silly. I think it's quite cute.

↑ 7. Naked Dining (8/12)

The episode with the What the Fucks. What the fuck is going on here? First all the misunderstandings and not listening properly or articulate and then at the end of the confession of the colleague, although she knows exactly that something is developing between Mahiro and Souta. A blind man with a cane could see that! Argh…this story makes me angry! Why does such a stupid drama have to be built into it and why did no one listen to the other? And why did I always call Souta Futa before? Questions that don't seem to have answers. But seriously, this jumping to conclusions that arise in one's own mind I find insanely annoying. I draw such conclusions myself, which is why I welcome it in my environment when people simply speak to me clearly and do not keep opinions behind the tree. To then see it repeated in a series that has actually been very good so far just upsets me a bit. Mahiro is so convinced that Souta doesn't actually like him and yes, I agree with him, the attempt with the kiss, that was really stupid…you should know before a kiss if you really want to kiss the person (although sometimes a kiss can be so bad that you spontaneously lose interest in the person - speaking from my own experience). And Souta should try to express his thoughts more clearly, so that there is not so much room for interpretation. And then Souta runs to Mahiro to tell him not to jump to conclusions, sees him embracing his colleague, and jumps to those damn conclusions himself and runs away dejected….AAAAHHHHH!

↑ 8. Our Skyy 2 (13+14/16)

The episodes with the rehashed scenes. I'm having a hard time liking the second Bad Buddy episode. I still found the first one quite entertaining. I would have found it more interesting to see more of them hiding their relationship from the friends, especially since the friend groups are getting along and hanging out now. So why couldn't they at least pretend to like each other a little bit, you don't always have to push and hit right away. But when it collided with A Tale Of Thousand Stars, my two hearts collided inside me. The series are not for me to mix. The dynamics and comedy are so different that by the end it was really hard for me to feel sympathy for anyone. I love Bad Buddy and I love A Tale Of Thousand Stars even more. However, Phupha is drawn so unlikable here that I have a hard time liking him. He was a loving loner who would have moved mountains for his friends and those he loves. Why he doesn't want to travel to Bangkok now to celebrate Tian's birthday with his family is a mystery to me. Even if he doesn't like people, he would have done that for Tian. I feel like they tried to make ATOTS match the dynamic to Bad Buddy and it doesn't work for me. Also, all the Easter Eggs from the original series ATOTS that have now been rehashed just don't taste right. The iconic mosquito net scene, for example. It is iconic because it was at the very beginning of the relationship and there was no kiss, but you could feel the attraction and tension of the two across the screen. It doesn't need to be humorously analyzed, whether they kissed or not. The scene with the T-shirt was more of a slapstick than anything else and I didn't find it funny and I don't want to think about it again...

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See Thru (Need a Friend?): A call to Love.

[TW: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, SLIGHT DEGRADATION]

(Just a silly FriendxLynn fic and my submission for the STNAF @stnaf-vn fanfic contest)

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Days off are the best.

No work or school.

Just all the time to myself and I can use it however the heck I want.

Sleep till 2 pm?

Yeah!

Eat a lunch of a ton of pizza bites?

Hell yeah!

Numb my frazzled mind in endless YouTube videos in bed while gaming?

Why not?!

I've been needing to get the rest of some achievements for a few of my games. Some I could care less about. But when I have 90% done in a game, I can't help being compelled to finish...even if it does take forever sometimes.

The curse of gaming. The endless grind.

This would be more enjoyable if Friend was here.

While he is self-employed and damn good at his job of making stuffed animals/plushies, he is but one man. There's only so much one dude can do when big custom orders come in.

At least we've been keeping in touch. We made this habit a long time ago that we’d call each other to make sure the other was okay if we hadn't heard from one another in a set number of hours. For Friend, he tends to call at some point every day right when I need a positive boost or have forgotten to eat, or need to be told to go to bed. How he knows when I need the reminders I have no clue. The dude just jokes that he just “has a feeling because he knows me so well”.

Depression is a hell of bitch, not that Keagan was any help making that better when he was in my life. Punk ass fuck bastard! What the hell did I ever see in that asshat?! If I ever see him again I will so...!

No...That's the past...He's not here...Good vibes only...Just chill...Call Friend.

Depending on things, I usually call Friend every other day unless he hasn't called like he normally does. It takes a lot for him not to call, like being sick or overloaded by work. So I hope I won't be bothering him by doing this.

I save before shutting the game down and pause the playlist for later, totally gonna keep watching those ripped Unus Annus videos while they are still up till forced removed. God, it's hard to believe it's gonna be two years since then already. Where did the time go?

I leave my living room to venture forth to the bedroom, leaping onto the bed and grabbing my phone from the disheveled mess that is where I sleep. The damn thing slipped between the mattress and frame again. This is what happens when I use it as a backup alarm to wake up to.

With my device rescued from the clutches of its sleepy jail, I get cozy while flipping to my contacts and tapping on the one called #1DorkSupreme. As I wait, listening to the tone of buttons dialing his number, I stare at the shelf on the other end of my room loaded with plushies made by Friend. He makes such cute and cuddly things. He even was able to fix up my old tiger Cuddles that my grandma gave me. Poor thing lost his voice box and some fur with age, yet now he's good as new. Though...something about it feels off now. Can't explain why. All the plushies give off a weird vibe if I'm honest.

The sound of a ring is new to my ears. He usually picks up instantly. Two rings are strangely concerning in a weird way. But thankfully it picks up at the third ring. Things sound a little odd like stuff is being jostled and he trying to catch his breath.

“H-Hey there...Sweetheart. *cough cough* To what do I owe the pleasure of your call~?”

Why do I have the feeling I just interrupted something?

“Hey there buddy chum pal friend buddy pal chum bud friend fella bruther amigo pal buddy friend chummy chum chum pal.”

He laughs, that adorable laugh of his is a good sign. Good thing I didn't open with “I'm calling about your car's extended warranty”.

“You doing okay, Friend? I'm not calling at a bad time, am I?”

“No! *cough* N-No. You're fine. Everything's fine.”

“You sure? Seems like ya got yourself a cough there.”

He clears his throat a little.

“Just a bit of dry throat. Nothing a little drink won't fix.”

“Dude. You gotta stay hydrated. I don't want my best bud getting sick.”

He coos a little bit.

“I love it when you're concerned about me. Such a sweetheart.”

“Of course, I'm concerned about you! Who else is gonna make sure you're okay? Who else will I give hugs to? Who else will...”

A low groan on his end shuts me up quick.

Now there's an awkward silence.

Maybe...Maybe that was from something else. Maybe he popped his back just right and it felt good. Surely my messed up mind is jumping the gun thinking he's doing that while on a call with me. Surely.

“L-Lynn? You still there?”

I shake my head clear of such thoughts and resume normalcy.

“Yeah, I'm here. I think there was some interference or something.”

He sighs and gives a small laugh.

“If you want, I can get you a better phone.”

“Nah. I can't impose on you like that.”

“It's not imposing if it's a gift.”

“It's not a gift if you're telling me about it.”

“It is if it's a surprise and you never know when I'll give it to you.”

“Heh...That's what she said.”

I can't help my bad sense of humor sometimes. I blame Friend, he's just as bad as I am and we joke off each other whenever we can. Case in point, he snorts a laugh at that.

“Ah...Beautiful. Have I ever told you how much I love it when you do that?”

“My good sir, you inform me of something you love about me almost every day.”

“And you love it~.”

I can't help the small smirk and blush that gives me.

“Know what I really love? You.”

That gets him to squeeze his phone hard. I know this by the cracking noise such a grip makes.

“...What did you say?”

I sit up and give a little stretch.

“You heard me.”

“Y-You...You l-love me?”

“Love might be too strong. But I do really like you.”

I feel I might have overstepped a line. We've always maintained this teetering balancing act keeping our friendship as just that. Yet there's been times when the line blurs. The intimate touches here and there, the spooning during sleepovers, the lap cuddles...the wet dreams. I've been scared to consider seeing him as anything more than my childhood buddy. But it's gotten hard to keep it that way for me.

“Please...”

He sounds desperate.

“Please tell me you mean it and you're not just teasing me. I...I need you to be honest.”

Okay...I guess there's no going back now.

“Friend...You know me better than anyone on the planet. Would I ever joke like that?”

He shudders.

“Then...There's something I need to tell you...”

He sucks in a deep breath as if to calm himself down.

“I...I really like you too. No...No, I love you. I've loved you for a really long time.”

I'm so grateful this is on the phone because I don't think I could face him with how red my cheeks are.

“So...We...Are we really doing this? Being more than friends, I mean.”

“I mean...As long as you're not uncomfy or anything. The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable.”

I pull my legs up to my chest and hold myself, grounding what little never I have.

“Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay with it.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. I think...I think I'm just coming to terms with feelings I've always had and was just afraid to embrace. You're a constant in my life. I can rely on you. So I guess, in my mind, the idea of changing that was a little frightening. But...”

“But?”

I sigh.

“But I can't deny the things I've felt.”

He whimpers a little.

“Can I ask...What kind of things?”

My face is burning.

“Bruh! We just came out about liking each other. You can't seriously be asking me to say such things!”

He chuckles deviously.

“Oh? Such an embarrassed voice. Me thinks the lady has been rather naughty~.”

I want to toss my phone.

“Oh no. Don't you try that with me! If any of us has been naughty, it's so you.”

“Me?!”

“Yes, you.”

He gasps in mock insult.

“Such slander!”

“Boy! Do I need to bring up what happened two weeks ago?”

“...What?”

“You know exactly what I'm talking about. You were sleeping over and thought I was sleeping. But I wasn't.”

I can hear the gulp this man does from being busted.

“So you were...?”

“My guy, that was ballsy. Jerking it when I'm right behind you.”

“In my defense...I blame you.”

“Me?!”

“I can't help getting turned on when you're practically grinding into me!”

Oh no he didn't!

“Sir, I'll have you know, such mud tarnishing my name better be backed up or so help you...”

“You know how you talk sometimes in your sleep?”

...Uh oh.

“Do you know how hard it is being so close to you and then hearing you moan my name? God, you drive me insane sometimes!”

Well...This got awkward as fuck real fast.

“This went from 0 to 100 real quick.”

“Yeah. Might have gotten too caught up in the moment. Do...Do you want to hang up?”

“...No. Hanging up won't undo anything.”

“You know we can slow things down if that makes you feel better. We don't have to dive into the deep end so soon.”

“I know. Probably doesn't help that we share really easily. But I like that we can. That we don't hide things. No matter what it is, we know the other will hear it out and not jump the gun or anything.”

Things get quiet on his end.

“Friend?”

“Promise you won't freak out about it.”

Oh boy. Where is this gonna go?

“I pinkie promise.”

“Okay...”

“Come on, man. You know it takes a lot to get under my skin. Don't worry.”

His breathing is a tad shaky and he mutters something under his breath,

“The order has been such a pain. I needed to clear my head and get out some frustration. And nothing does it for me except thinking of you...”

My eyes widen.

“So you were...”

“I...I still am.”

Oh...Oh my wow...

“L-Lynn?”

“I fuckin' called it!”

He yelps a little at my sudden loudness.

“You've been off this entire call and part of me was like...There's no way he's jerking off while we're talking...But I so knew it!”

“...Are you mad? I can't really tell.”

That makes me pause.

“I...I don't think I am.”

“Really?”

“I can't think of a reason why I would honestly. I mean...You like me. Why wouldn't you do it to thoughts of me? It just makes reasonable sense.”

He goes quiet for a small pause before his breathing shudders.

“Fuuuuck...I knew you were understanding, but I didn't think you were THIS level.”

“Bruh, what did you expect? Me to judge ya about jerking it? We're adults! Masturbation is normal.”

“Have you done it?”

“Done what?”

“You know...Have you touched yourself to thoughts of me?”

And now...Now it feels weird.

“What's wrong? We're adults. Masturbation is normal.”

His sassy tone is not amusing to me ad neither is the snickering.

Fine. You want to be that way. Boy doesn't know how petty I can be.

“Come on. I was just joking around. Don't tell me you're ma-”

I moan into the phone. Like, the kind of exaggerated moan you'd hear in porn. I do this...then hang up.

The time it takes for him to call back is instantaneous.

“Hello~.”

“What the hell was that?!”

“Keep your shit up and that's the only time you'll hear that from me.”

There’s a loud clattering and crash...Did he just fall?

“Dude? You okay?”

He groans.

“Y-You're not just saying that to mess with me, right?”

“I know not what you mean, sir Friend.”

“Lynsie...”

Oh, snap. Dropping the nickname...He must be serious.

“Please don't toy with me like this. Not now. N̢̧Ơ̷̧T̴ ̢̕҉WI͞T҉̸H S̕͝O̷͡M̀E̵T͝H͠I͜͠͡ǸG̶ I͏ ̴̧W̶̸A̢͟N̴̛T ̸̷̀S͜͞O͘͡ ̛̛B͡͏A͜͠D͡ĹÝ͜.”

Fucking phone glitches and I can't understand him for a moment.

Why does that happen so often when talking to him?

“My bad. Probably shouldn't tease ya like that. Not after our confessions and you're...you know.”

I can hear him move around and what sounds like him making himself comfortable.

“Well, this is new. I don't think I've known you to get shy around me.”

“To be fair, we don't usually talk about this kind of thing.”

“What about all the sex jokes?”

“Those are jokes. They don't mean anything. Besides...”

I curl in on myself a bit more.

“It's not like we...I'm still a...”

My throat tightens trying to muster the words out.

“You're still a virgin?”

Thank you for saying it! Lord knows I wouldn't have been able to.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Then you and Keagan didn't...?”

I sigh...A quick flash of past bad memories play in my head.

Honestly...Why was I ever with Keagan?!

“No. Not that he didn't try. He would put so much pressure on me and I'd always turn him down. He never really understood what it meant to be Ace. 'How can you be Ace? I know you get horny. Just let me show you, I can make you feel good'. That kind of crap.”

I can hear Friend's teeth gnashing. He's never liked Keagan and it's not like he doesn't have a good reason to hate him. Keagan was the reason our friendship broke for a time.

That man had convinced me that Friend, the guy I had grown up with since elementary school, was bad for me. He isolated me from anyone that wasn't him, especially Friend. I had always been there for Friend when no one else was. I stood by him at that empty funeral for his family and cried with him. I gave him a home when his was broken. We were thicker than blood. And Keagen made me abandon that. I even went as far as having Friend's number blocked so he'd stop texting me. Every time he tried to come up to me at school, I'd pointedly ignored him. And it hurt him. I knew it hurt him. I knew it did because it hurt me too.

My biggest regret was ever listening to a single word out of Keagan's mouth.

I vowed that night when Keagan's drunk ass ditched me in the middle of the night in god knows where and Friend, after all I did, was still willing to be my hero in my lowest moment...I swore never to leave him.

Never again.

“Long story short, yeah, I still have my V-card.”

“Thank god.”

“What about you?”

“Got mine too.”

“...Really?”

“I mean...I had a couple 'empty' make-out sessions. They didn't mean anything to me though, and I felt gross afterward. Besides, if I'm going to have my first time with anyone, it's you.”

My face burns in a blush, in fact, a wave of warmth spreads throughout me entirely from hearing that.

The way he said those words...Such conviction, sincerity, and care...It hits my heart.

“You...You would want me?”

“Of course, I would! I've been wanting you! If you tell me now, I'll come over and prove it to you...”

My heart is speeding up.

“I don't think...”

“No, listen to me. I love you! I need you to understand that.”

He's getting worked up. Oh boy...

“Friend...”

“You need to forget everything that fucker ever told you! You are amazing. You've always been amazing. And you deserve to feel wanted by someone that doesn't just want to fuck you!”

“Friend, please calm down.”

“You are worth so much more to me. We have a deeper connection than most will ever have in this crazy world. The thought of you being with anyone else or out of my life completely hurts more than anything! I'd rather die in the most brutal way possible than live a life without you in it. You need me, and I need you! I've always known what's best for y-”

I moan again into the phone to shut him up before he loses his shit. It works. Thank god! Had he not stopped it would just get more intense from there. This isn't the first time he's gotten like this.

“Yo...You good?”

He takes a few breaths.

“Y-Yeah...Yeah, I'm okay.”

“Good. You were getting heated there.”

“I meant it though.”

“I know you did. And...Thank you. It's...It's nice to know you feel that strongly.”

“That is but a small sample of my passion. I can and will do anything for you. A͏̵́͘͠N̴Y̢͝͠T͢͝Ḩ̴I̶̧̕͡͡N̴̡G̡̛.̀͘”

“As nice as that sounds, please don't put me up on such a tall pedestal. You know I'm afraid of heights.”

He laughs, it's good to hear it, it's a comforting sound. I relax and flop against my pillows once more.

Now to get this fucked up phone call back on its fucked up track.

“Anyway...Are you still whacking it?”

He has to catch his breath after gasping too sharply.

“Lynn, sweetheart...Y-You can't keep teasing me like this.”

“So that's a yes, got it.”

“Lynsie!”

“What? Are we not doing this?”

“Doing what?!”

“Getting together.”

There's that phone being gripped too hard crunching again.

“Are you saying I can be your...B-Boyfriend?!”

The excitement in his voice reminds me of a bomb fuse fizzling hastily to detonate the explosion.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“More than anything!”

“Then as my first act as your girlfriend...”

The overjoyed squeal he makes upon hearing that is so fucking cute!

“My first act is...to help you finish.”

A loud clattering happens...gonna think he dropped the phone again.

“Friend? Hello? My dude?”

The glitching of my phone goes nuts. I can barely hear anything. I hope he isn't saying something because I would have no clue what it would be.

I'm about to hang up and try recalling to see if that fixes anything when sound returns...he's panting.

“Friend?”

“Please...”

He sounds a tad feral like he's on a thin leash that's one last tug from snapping and letting a beast free.

“Please tell me I'm not dreaming. If this is a dream, it's the cruelest one I've ever had.”

“Well, that just lets me know you dream about me enough to need to ask that. Such knowledge is now forever burned into my memory.”

A shaky sigh of relief leaves him.

“It's real...This is all real...Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted something like this to happen.”

I snicker.

“You've been wanting me to call you up and have what is basically phone sex with you?”

“N-No! Yeah? Maybe...I don't know!”

Ah, the flustered Friend. A treat to behold and a fun wonder to hear.

“Daww. Have I ever told you how cute you are when like this?”

Lord, I wish I could see his face right now. Knowing him he's likely beet red and losing his shit.

“Too much? I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable, my dude.”

“Sweetheart...”

My eyes widen and my spine tingles. The way he said what is normally a cute pet name, laced in heat to the point I swear I can feel his breath through the phone, is both surprising and shockingly alluring.

“You love teasing me like this, don't you? Naughty little thing~.”

Oh...Oh god, what have I unleashed?

“You're such a dirty, naughty little tease, aren't you~?”

I only have myself to blame here. Oh well, I said I'd help him and I might as well go along with what will do it for him. I can always stop when it's too much. I take a quiet breath and dip my voice low.

“Oh, dearest Friend...I have yet begone to tease you~.”

He shudders and I learn something new...That's hot.

“Yeah? Mmmmmm...Then go on, love...Don't hold back for me~.”

I shut my eyes and think. Okay...I might have something to work with.

“Imagine...I'm there with you. My arms draped around your neck in a sweet embrace as my hands rest on your chest, my fingers rubbing your skin daintily.”

He coos. At least this tells me that I'm going about this right.

“Not bad. But I did say not to hold back. I thought you were going to help me finish not hug me~.”

Or he's gonna erk me about being soft.

“I can't go all in out the gate without some buildup, my guy. I'm not some dime-store porno with a cheesy plot like I can't pay the pizza boy. You want me to help you? Then you keep that smack to yourself and enjoy a full-on experience as I paint you a mental picture of how I would please you!”

Okay brain, you could've run that by the thought filter before letting me blurt that shit out like a moron!

“Fuck...sweetheart...”

He shudders a bit heatedly.

“You don't know what you do to me~.”

Roll with it! Talk him through it!

“Do you like that? Do you like knowing I want to please you~?”

“Oooh yeah. I want to please you too~.”

He groans into a series of whimpers.

“K-Keep going, sweetheart...”

“I want to smother you in kisses and touch you all over. I want to run my fingers through your hair and straddle your lap. I want you to know, nay...I want you to feel how much I want you~.”

“Oohhhh fuuucck!”

That moan...So loud and deep...Warmth comes flooding back into my system.

“Please, sweetheart, please, touch me...I need you...I need you to touch me!”

A shivering shudder escapes me and I bite my lip too little too late...he heard it.

“Oh? What was that~?”

I don't think I've ever blushed harder in my life.

“Heheheh...So you're into this kind of thing? Is little Lynn a naughty dirty talking perv~?”

His teasing breaks my filter again.

“You're hot when you moan.”

Things get quiet for a whole minute.

“Lynn...”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Friend.”

“Gah~!”

Wait...WAIT...Did he just...?

He pants, his breathing is shaky yet still heated.

“O-Okay...My...M-My turn now.”

...What?

“What does that mean?”

He settles himself down a bit.

“To paraphrase you...My first act as your boyfriend will be to help you get off.”

Oh, sweet lord!

“But I'm not...”

“Hush, love. Í͡͠ C͡A̶͜͢N ̵S̨͜͞E̕E̡̧ ̴͜Ţ̧́H̨A̶͞T̡͢.̢ I just know I'm not the only one that's a little touch-starved.”

I mean...He's not wrong. Yet...

“I don't know how. I don't do stuff often.”

“...You're really making it hard for me to not come over and love on you, you know that?”

“Sorry.”

“N-No no no, no need to be sorry.”

He shudders.

“Fffuck, sweetheart, how is it you can get me so hard this easily?”

“You're hard again?! I thought you just came?”

He whines a little.

“I did...Ooooh...Yes, I did...I know I’m desperate and dirty but, fuck, you get me all worked up like a needy bitch in heat!”

Why is this hot? Seriously, brain, why are you telling me this is hot?!

I'm not sure how to respond but he seems to take my pause as a signal to keep talking,

“I want you. I want to worship you. I want to touch you and hear all the cute little sounds I can pull from that sweet mouth of yours before I silence it with my kiss...”

Fuck, that sounds good.

“Every inch of you will be mapped by my touch. I want to learn what makes you quiver with need and what drives you mad with want. What makes you burn and sends your heart thundering like a storm...”

You're doing a hell of a job right now, my guy.

“What would you do to me?”

The question slips out due to curiosity and growing lewdness. But he reacts without hesitation.

“What wouldn't I do to you~?”

Too much.

“I m-mean...As long as you're okay with whatever, you know?”

Nice save.

“But what would you want to do? No judgment.”

“...Promise?”

“Pinkie promise.”

“I...I do have a fantasy.”

“Share please!”

He whimpers, liking my interest in this.

“There's this position I often dream of you in...”

“Oh?”

“You're flat against the bed...”

“Yeah?”

“Face down...”

“Yeah.”

“Ass up...”

“Yeah...”

“I'm pinning your arms behind your back...”

“Yes.”

“I lean down so I can bite that sweet delicious neck of yours...”

“Yes~.”

“And I thrust into you like a wild animal till I make you scream~!”

“Yes~!”

I think something in me broke because nothing has made fire course through my veins like what he did.

“Sweetheart...”

I can't make myself speak, I just whimper in response.

“Touch yourself for me.”

I flinch.

“W-What?”

“Touch yourself for me. Keep going till I get there.”

“Wait, what?!”

The line cuts out and realization kicks in.

Friend lives a good ten-minute walk away and he has a key to my apartment.

Oh, holy fucking ass crackers this is happening?!

I begin to panic and try to keep calm...I do this for too long.

I'm completely unaware of the sound of jangling at my lock and the door swinging open. The soft click of my living room door closing finally snaps me out of it and the soft pitter-patter of footsteps grows louder as it draws closer to my room. It's seconds before he comes into view. Friend stands panting at the doorway, his face flushed from running so hard and he has a slight wheeze as he catches sharp breaths.

“H-H-Hey.”

I sound so meek.

He approaches, staring at me like he's going to eat me alive. He quickly draws near and my tensed nerves try to make me back away.

The next thing I know, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me close enough for him to pin me beneath him, his hands on either side of my head as he hovers above.

Part of me is terrified, yet another part has no fear. The conflicted feelings have me paralyzed.

He suddenly drops and I gasp from fright, he cages me in his arms as he holds me tight.

“I'm sorry...”

I am confused.

“For what?”

“Scaring you. I never want you to be afraid of me.”

I sigh and return the embrace, hoping to reassure him all is fine.

“I could never be scared of you. But maybe don't storm up in here like you're going to kill me next time.”

He chuckles in my ear.

“Yeah...You're right.”

To further make this awkward moment more normal, I scoot out from under him and poke his nose.

“Boop.”

He blinks a few times before smiling.

“You booped my snoot?”

“Your snoot was booped by me, yes.”

His eyes turn into pink hearts and glow, an expression I've always been jealous of that he can make. All mine do is randomly change color to match a mood.

He brings a hand up and cups my cheek.

“So soft...”

His thumb rubs tiny circles that make me purr.

“So lovely...”

His thumb trails down and traces my lips.

“S̸̛O͜ ̶́M̡͜͡I͢͏NE͢͡͏.͢͟”

Weird...He growled that last part so roughly I didn't understand.

He starts inching his way closer, closing the distance till our noses slightly touch.

“You can always tell me to stop. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

Even now, with something he wants so close and in his literal hands, he is so careful. As if I shall disintegrate if he moves ever so slightly too fast. I merely smile and hold his hand on my cheek.

“I know.”

Relieved, he hesitates no longer, kissing me soft and slow.

He's so warm.

He pulls back and we just stare at one another.

It's crazy...This is that same boy that used to always push me away when we were younger. And now...Now here he is, looking at me with longing as if afraid I’ll disappear.

“Can I...Can I try something?”

I smirk at him.

“Are you really that eager to thrust into me like a wild animal, huh?”

I've never seen his face get so red, eyes wide as he stammers yet can't make understandable words. I can't hold in my laughter. Picking up on my tease, he wastes no time in getting back at me, knocking me over with merciless tickling.

It's not like I wasn't asking for it. Poke a bear and expect to get mauled. Unlike a pissed-off bear though, Friend doesn't rip my throat out, what he does do is sit up and pull me onto him so that I straddle his lap as I settle down from the giggles.

“Okay...Okay...I admit that was a bit much. I'm sorry.”

“I forgive you, sweetheart.”

I sigh with relief as his hands take hold of my face.

“Friend?”

“You didn't answer me before...Can I try something with you?”

I nod to avoid being tickled again.

“Okay. Close your eyes. And no peeking~.”

“Fine. But no funny stuff.”

“Me? Funny stuff? Never.”

I shut my eyes and feel his lips shortly after, though there is something more to this kiss. He nips at my bottom lip, tugging it gently with his teeth, signaling a request for more than just this kind of contact. I let him have this and part my lips, a move he responds to more heatedly than I expected. The moment he knew my mouth is open, his tongue enters and I'm caught off guard by his messing around with mine. He pauses, making sure I'm okay with this before continuing.

Honestly, it's rather nice. Certainly better than any attention Keagan gave me. When it came to affection, Keagan was selfish, it was all about him and if I didn't enjoy it then that was my problem. But Friend? It's like I'm breathing for the first time. There's real care and consideration. There's intent to please and not just be pleased.

...And I love it!

My arms come up to loop around his neck and I lose my hands in his hair, my fingers combing along his scalp. He softly whimpers into my mouth and I shiver, really liking the sounds he makes. His hands leave my cheeks, slowly feeling their way down along my body till they find perch on my hips and pull me closer against him.

His warmth is so good. I can't help but melt on him. It's so good I don't even mind the stiffening bulge that's pressing more and more into me.

We pull away for air yet something in me wants more. He's unlocked something. Something needy. I guess he really was right about us both feeling touch-starved. Because I find myself trailing kisses down his cheek to his neck and nipping at his nape, the moans this makes him do are so rumbly that they make my lips tingle.

“Oh fuck, Sweetheart! Can we...go further...please?”

He begs in such a needy voice.

“I...I won't be mad if you don't want to...I promise. B-But...can we? Please?”

How can I resist such pleading? Especially when it stirs a want in me that is curious to see how this goes.

“How far is further?”

He shudders.

“As far as you'd let me.”

“Is that so?”

I kiss his nose real quick.

“Let's test what that is then~.”

If the tent pitched under me wasn't hard enough, after hearing that, it presses into me so much I can feel the damp spot from his excitement.

“Oh fuck...”

His hips buck suddenly.

“Oh my fucking god!”

“You okay?”

“I can't believe this is happening!”

I snicker at his cuteness till the grip on my hips moves to grab my shirt. His eyes ask for him and I give him a shy nod before he slowly removes the garment. The look he has, this man is utterly gobsmacked by my surprisingly bare chest.

“You...Y-You're not wearing a bra?”

“In my defense...I was home alone and wanted to be comfortable.”

His hands move to touch my breasts but I tap his wrists to stop him. He gets confused till I tug his shirt. It's a little unfair that I'm the only exposed one. He does get the hint, quickly shedding his shirt and tossing it onto the floor.

“Better?”

I give him a thumbs up and he sighs with a smile before shoving me off onto my back with a smirk. I don't get to be pissed about that, not when he climbs on top of me and pins my wrists down while going to town marking my neck with his affection. Kisses, bites, and sucking hickeys. Each little attentive nip to the sensitive skin pulls the lewdest sounds out of me. And it only gets more intense when he lets one of my wrists go to palm my chest, letting me hold him close as he slowly makes me lose my mind.

“Friend! Oooooh...Fuck...Friend~!”

He chomps down and my back arches sharply, resulting in me grabbing at him to which I end up nabbing his hair...This seems to be the thing that breaks his restraint.

He leaves my neck and returns to kissing me by slamming his lips to mine. This kiss is way more heated than the one we had before. His tongue can't get enough of me, exploring and memorizing every bit. His hands find new targets, one removes my hair tie then digs his fingers into the follicles and the other hand goes under me to drag his nails across my back.

“I want you. I've wanted you for so long...so...very...long...”

With my hands now free, I get to give him a taste of his own touch medicine, letting my hands rub along any and every bit of him that's exposed. He really seems to respond the most when I play with his hair, be it massaging his scalp or giving him a little tug, it gets him groaning as his hips rock into mine.

“Fuck...sweetheart...I want to be inside you...”

My heart skips a beat hearing how needy he is.

“Please, please, I need you...I need you so bad...Please?”

He whimpers more heated pleas as he grinds against me.

“You can tell me no and I'll stop. I'll go home. We don't have to do anything more. You just have to tell me...”

Fuck, the way he's doing it...He's at the perfect angle to drive me crazy...How is he so good at this?!

“Yes.”

He pauses.

“Yes, you want me to go?”

“No, I mean, yes.”

I kiss him roughly and nip his lip.

“Get it?”

I can practically see the smoke leak out of his ear as his brain crashes and reboots to process that. Once realization kicks in, he gets off of me and has a mild panic moment. I'm about to go to him when I hear it...the telltale sound of a jeans zipper being pulled down...then his pants drop. This isn't so bad until I get a good look at the monster he's got down there. Not only is it big, but dear god...It's also pierced!!

“Is that...Is that a Jacob's Ladder piercing?”

He blinks for a moment.

“You know what it is?”

I blush and he smirks deviously while kicking his jeans and boxers off to the side.

“Oh, sweetheart...”

His chuckles make me a little nervous.

“You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you~?”

“My good man, you know very well that I shop at HotTopic and Spencer's. Me knowing what that piercing is should be the least surprising thing.”

“True. True.”

He returns to me and puts his hands on my legs, giving my pants a little tug as to ask for permission.

So this is really happening. We're really doing this. If I want, things can end here. We don't have to go any further. But...I don't want to stop. I like this. I like how he makes me feel. I like making him feel loved. It's why I've gone this far. It's why I'm doing this. It's why I'm helping him remove what's left of my clothes. So now I sit bare to him as he stands naked to me.

“Beautiful.”

“Flatterer.”

“No, I mean it. There's no one like you...”

He moves in and I back up to give him room, though he moves faster than I do, embracing me tightly.

“Sweetheart...You're perfect in my eyes. You're smart and adorable. Everything you do is without a flaw. You are the only one who knows me. Who actually cares about me...You're my sole reason for existing. Without you...I'd have given up a long time ago.”

So dramatic he is. ...But it is nice. Nice to hear how much I mean to someone. It's been so long...

I nuzzle into his hair and he smiles, tightening his hold.

“You're mine, Lynn, and I'm yours...forever~.”

He practically purrs before kissing my collarbone.

“I can't believe this is happening. I've dreamed of being this close to you for so long...”

He leans up, using his tongue to play with my earrings.

“Heh. Having fun?”

“Just indulging myself is all.”

I snicker before being made silent...his hand is touching me down there. When did he move to do that?!

“Mmmm...Something wrong, sweetheart?”

I shake my head, trying to focus on not trembling so much. I can almost feel him smirk against me. The way his fingers just ever so faintly skim over the lips and slit is enough to make me writhe against him.

How...How does he make my body do such things?!

“You're squirming. Do you want me to stop?”

“No...Just...I'm not used to this. It feels a little...weird, I guess? S-Sorry.”

I look away and miss the dark expression he gets.

“HE made this weird for you...Didn't he?”

It takes a moment to register that but I don't get a chance to respond. Friend's finger dives inside and all thought shuts down for me as he starts pumping the digit around to the point he's knuckle-deep.

“A deadbeat incel like HIM only wishes he could know something so amazing like this. But HE never will. No one will. No one can be with you like this but me. You...Are...M̶͟I̷͢N̵̸͜E͡...My love!”

The finger curls into me, finding a spot that makes my jaw drops and I cling to him as if my life depends on it. This at least gets his attitude to revert back to being normal. This isn't the time for such malice.

“Oh? Does that feel good~?”

His thumb finds my clit and my head jerks back fast...slamming into the bed's headboard.

“Shit! Are you okay? I'm so sorry!”

This is just awkward in a funny.

“I'm good. Just a little bonk. I've taken worse head hits. Remember the metal bat incident?”

“The fact you still never went to a doctor for that still freaks me out.”

“Dude, I never when to the doctor for anything. The bat hit, the bike crashes, the broken glass cuts, the dog bite, the screw through my hand, falling out of a tree on my spine, the other time I fell out of a tree...”

“Do I need to be with you 24/7?! Because so help me I will!”

“Oh calm down, you drama queen. You were there for some of that.”

“That doesn't make it better! I shouldn't have been such a slacker. If I was paying more attention then you wouldn't ha-!”

I'm not a fan of him beating himself up. So I figure a kiss will shut that negative dribble up. And it does! But it also rekindles his actions. Though he takes it a little slower this time. Not that I mind. Those nimble fingers of his are amazingly skilled and I'm mewling in his ear much to his pleasure.

“Yeah? Does that feel that good? Poor little thing you are~. And so needy too. You're already squeezing on me.”

It's hard to concentrate on what he's saying, especially when the words “Fuck” and “Yes” are just repeating on a loop in my head.

“Heh...You look so cute, sweetheart. The way you're losing yourself to me is so intoxicating~.”

Feeling more confident, he returns to messing with my clit and my insides tighten up. I also get more vocal, something he really likes. Whimpering breaths and lewd begging moans seem to be his thing.

“Such lovely sounds. That's right. Come undone. I'm the only one who can make you feel this way...”

He adds a second finger and I nearly lose it right there.

“Say it...Say I'm the only one!”

And like a needy bitch, I obey.

“Y-You're the only one...Ah, fuck...F-Friend please!”

“Please what~?”

Oh come on man, don't tease me now!

“P-Please...I'm...So close!”

I must sound so desperate. Then again...He likes that~.

“My sweetheart wants to cum? Heh...Since you begged so nicely, I'll grant your wish. So cum for me!”

There's some adjusting on his end before I feel three fingers enter to work me over and the remaining digits ceaselessly fondle my love button. My back begins to arc almost painfully, allowing him to use his other hand to clutch my heaving chest, teasing and pinching at the pleasing mounds. All this stimulation is making my toes curl. My panting reaching higher and higher octaves as my senses turn up to levels unknown.

“Cum for me, Lynsie~.”

I don't know how he did it, but I won't dare question it, the utterance of such a command caused the infernal need in my core to explode, and the next thing I know the world itself as I register it is gone. All there is to my senses is a white light in my vision, the muffled sound of my breathing, and a numb sensitive tingling throughout my being. I shameful whine at the removal of his fingers, missing his touch instantly, a sound that only makes him chuckle.

“Good girl. You did so well, sweetheart...”

He sits up, spreading my quaking legs further apart with one hand as he licks his other hand clean of my release.

“Mmmmmm...You taste so good. So sweet~.”

Whatever you say there, buddy.

“I suppose I can forgive you then for not touching yourself when I told you to. Getting to make you cum was a far better option.”

That's nice.

“But now...Now it's my turn~.”

Slowly things begin coming back to me, just in time to see him pressing closer and lining himself up at my entrance.

“It shouldn't hurt as much after that. But if it does, you let me know, okay? I want this to only make us both feel good.”

My limp noodle arms attempt to reach out for him, making him smile and he interlocks his hands in mine. Slowly he eases himself inside of me, relaxed muscle and slick release allowing him to sink into my depths with no resistance. He fills the empty space so well, and the way his piercings rub my walls, oh lord I nearly orgasm again when he hilts himself completely.

“Oooooh...Fuck...Fuuck...”

For both our sakes he waits for a moment in case I need to adjust to his size. No lie though, him just being inside and throbbing into me is the most arousing thing to me. I can't help the involuntary clenching down around him, yet his face contorting in utter bliss and the drool seeping out as he bites his bottom lip is so worth it.

That's because of me. I'm making him feel that good from just this. ...And I fucking love it!

“I...I'm going to move now. Is that okay?”

He sounds like he's barely holding himself together. As if any moment now he'll lose his shit. Probably doesn't help that I keep squeezing him.

“Y-Yeah~.”

Loopy. That is the only way I can explain how I sound.

He pushes my weak hands back and holds them down by my head as he takes his mounting stance. He painstakingly pulls back till the head is all that's in, his piercings dragging across sensitive zones, and my back arches sharply with a groan. He throws his head back in a series of incoherent pleasure-induced nonsense before pushing himself back in fully, eyes fluttering as they roll into the back of his head. This is the pace he keeps for a bit, slowly getting us both delirious off the delicious friction, but then he picks up speed to start thrusting and that's when things get wild.

“Friend...Aaah~! F-Fuck...Please...Please don't stop~! Don't s-stop!”

“Yeah? Do you like this? Do you like me fucking you? You want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?”

Okay...I figured he was into dirty talk but I guess this is another level.

He lets my hands go and leans back, grabbing my legs then bringing them up to my head. This new angle allows him to penetrate me even deeper. He is very lucky that I'm flexible and double jointed or this would be having me scream in pain instead of mind-melting ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes! God, you feel so amazing! Can you feel it too, my love? Can you feel just how much I've longed for you? For this moment? I've wanted this for so long...I've wanted you to be mine and mine alone...And now you are!”

His hands leave my legs but now he wraps his arms around me, locking them in place as he slams into me over and over again with the vigor of a man possessed. I am broken. A shambling mess beneath him and at his mercy. His sweet relentlessly demanding mercy!

“You're loving this, aren't you? You like my dick inside you. You like me fucking that needy hole of yours. God...You're so fucking tight...Keep squeezing on me, you dirty girl!”

I'm going to burst! I'm overheating, my ability to think is gone, I can't make coherent speech, I'm panting rapidly enough that two different tones are coming out, and my insides are so tense that I won't be able to last much longer. Especially as he keeps jamming that impressive length into spots that have stars blurring out my sight. Then again, he doesn't seem like he has much left before he's spent too.

“You're gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over me? Oooooh cum for me, sweetheart...I want to see it. I need to see you do it. Do it, Lynsie…Cum for me~!”

With just a few more bucks of his hips, my body does as he wishes. I scream his name as the coil inside my core snaps, my muscles twitch and tense in his hold while my senses go into overload trying to slowly fizzle out.

Now it's his turn. His thrusting becomes erratic as my walls clench on him in a vice-like grip, attempting to milk him for his release. Drool trails down his chin as he snarls through his harsh pumping.

“Yeah, that's it! Take it, sweetheart! I'm gonna fill you up so much! And you're gonna take it all~!!”

A few more deep delves into my depths are all that is needed for him, he groans so loudly in my ear and floods me with his warmth. My quivering insides drink his essence. Such heat is rather soothing actually. And there's so much of it that just shoots into me in loads.

Thoroughly exhausted, he can barely move, only managing to yield his death grip on my body and let my legs fall back down. I wince at the soreness of being bent like that for so long and receive apologetic kisses on my neck.

“I'm...I'm sorry. Was I too rough?”

“N-No...You good...Me just tired.”

The cool air of my room can at last be felt, making me shiver and snuggle him. He smiles, weakly getting the blanket edges and covering us as best he can before cuddling into me.

“I'm not too heavy, am I? I'm too spent to move off of you. ǪR̢ ̶̀O̕͜Ư̸T̡͜ O̡F͡͏ ̶̧͜Y͏͜O̢͝U.”

Mmmm...I don’t know what he said, but that deep growl is so pleasant.

“You're fine...Not heavy at all.”

He sighs blissfully.

“I can't believe this actually happened...”

I put a hand on his back and rub along his spine, making him purr.

“I've wanted you for so long...”

I wonder how long I'll stay awake. He’s so warm. And his voice is so melodically soothing...like a lullaby.

“And now you are mine.”

He kisses my lips for the quickest of moments and I coo wearily.

“I love you so much. And knowing that you feel the same...It makes me so happy.”

He puts a hand under my head and kneads my scalp, making my eyes close in contentment.

“Love...you...Friend...”

“That's right. You love me and I love you...We will be together...Forever and ever~.”

I cave in and pass out shortly afterward.

Only to be startled awake when the realization hits him.

“I forgot the condom!”

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