#the other lady was really harsh about how she shut it down and just was not nice

[zaza-expert]

I always have the most intense nap dreams

[theroyalyandere]

request: So what I am thinking about is Yandere prince× reader who is tge daughter of a merchant and his childhood bestie. They have a 5 year gap and when she turned 20,she was getting engaged. So he level ups lol. Its ok if you wanna write it in headcanon style or fiction style I just want to read a royal au (I am a sucker for it.) Can I please ask it to be a little longer your emperor one was really good so it being small had really made me thirsty 🤒 and can you make it 18+ I mean yk 👀, obviously if you are comfortable. Thanks for reading all of my ramblings.

thank you for the request! :D

yandere!prince x merchant's daughter!reader (smutty 18+)

your father is a wealthy merchant close to the king and it makes sense that when you were born, you were presented at the court by the royal family's presence.

when yandere!prince first saw you he adored how a lovely baby you were and was eager to hold you. he treated you like a baby sister due to him being an only child.

you spent your childhood being at the palace mostly by the young prince's side with how compatible the both of you are.

even as a child he's very possessive of you, he does not want any children being at your proximity or anyone getting your attention away from him.

being the prince he is, you always follow his orders and in return spoiled by him.

a few years later, his platonic affections turned into romantic ones as he saw you blossom into a fine young woman.

he grew into a great prince while you were known to be the gentle and sweet girl always be his side.

he was 25 and you were 20.

he started to treat you like a lover would and it baffles you.

you tried to turn him down but he became even more affectionate when you ignore him.

you can't deny how handsome and charming he is that is making you grow flustered every minute you spend time with him.

he's known to being a gentleman when it comes to treating ladies with respect mostly showing them to you.

he's similar to how a dragon would hoard his treasure.

you're his happiness and he wouldn't want anyone or anything to take you away from him.

he treated you so well he doesn't even look at the other girls that were offered to him.

he isolates you from everyone else to the point his parents and your parents became concerned with the way he always hover around you.

when he found out your father engaged you to another noble he was angry.

you are his to claim and his to love and because of that he made a plan.

first he took you out like usual and then to the garden where you confided about your betrothal.

he feels his irritation rising with every word coming out of your mouth.

you told him that you heard some of the other girls how they got their virginity taken

which sparked your curiosity and made him grow even more hopeful on making his plan into action.

so he offered to teach you how to kiss and please a man.

you were quite reluctant but you were determined to be experienced so you agreed.

his first lesson was kissing.

at that moment he took your first kiss at the garden, he was extremely handsome and although you thought of him as an older brother with him being the only boy you spend your time with.

your kisses were clumsy but he taught you how to move you lips and tongue in accordance with his.

his kisses slowly became passionate and you have to stop him before your heart flies out of your chest.

you pull away from him breathlessly.

he chuckles at how you already look like a mess but you couldn't deny how it made you want for more.

so you pulled him close and told him to shut up and continue.

he smirks before diving back into kissing your soft lips.

he became even hungry and he also wanted more.

you couldn't forget the moment how he took you to his chambers where he undressed you and caressed your skin.

the way he gropes your body like he owns you.

he sucks deep harsh marks all over your skin and his hands roaming to appreciate your beauty. his sole focus was on you.

you whine at the marks he leaves your skin but he insists that its part of love making.

he looked at you with lust and passion behind his eyes his lips wet from the passionate kiss you both had shared.

he lovingly laid you down on his bed and took down his clothes revealing his glorious body.

he looked down at you as if you're the only treasure and the most beautiful thing on the world.

his intensity made you shy away making you hide your face into the sheets while you weakly slam your hand onto his chest.

he chuckles and he only kisses your cheek sweetly making you even more flustered so you told him to hurry up.

"my my~ so impatient."

he prepares you by spreading your pussy with his mouth and fingers, eating you out like a dessert.

you can't help but arch your body as he coaxes sounds out of you.

your body is only his to control and pleasure and you love every moment of it.

when you came on his tongue and came back up with him licking your wetness from his fingers.

you clench your thighs at the sight and this goes noticed by him.

"ready my dear?"

you nod and he slowly pushes into your wet untainted cavern.

the prince claimed you as his the moment his hard cock penetrated your wet pussy.

the moment he entered you he went feral at the feeling of your pussy enveloping his member.

he takes it slow until the pain subsides and the completely destroys you.

"fuck~ you take me so well my darling~"

he keeps pounding into you that you almost couldn't breathe.

your beloved prince doesn't dare to leave your pussy with the way it's clamping down on his cock.

he keeps fucking you until you orgasm intensely and he spills his hot load into your womb.

you immediately fall asleep after but he pulls out to watch cum leak out of your cunt.

he kisses your forehead whispering you did well and cleaned you up before cuddling you.

after that he was determined to cut off your engagement so he studied hard to the point of neglecting you but he apologized by sending gifts to your way.

with his harsh presence gone you saw how people gravitate to you and you became popular for who you are.

but you also noticed how some of the closest ones to you disappeared

you also met your future fiancé but in the back of your mind was your beloved prince.

time passes, days before your wedding the king suddenly fell dead and the prince was immediately coronated as king.

you watch him look at you within the crowd as he was hailed as the new king of the kingdom.

at the day of your wedding he was invited as an honored guest.

he watched your every movement and you felt his eyes staring holes at you.

he smiled for your sake but on the inside his anger is bubbling up especially the way your fiance now husband kissed you. he clenched his fist and clapped along everyone else, oblivious to the plan he was brewing.

at the reception, everyone was happy until your husband suddenly falls dead infront of you causing chaos.

the feast then became a funeral with the prince consoling you.

the next day, he offered to engage you to him infront of everyone even your parents.

your answer shall determine your fate.

A/n: the ending is kinda meh but I hope you like this!

[throneofsapphics]

Hi I was wondering if I could request either a feysand or rowaelin x reader? About how the reader is insecure and a really nice person and is like friends with everyone. And theres this one toxic friend of hers that like makes her believe that Rowaelin or feysand don't care about her because they don't spend eough time with her. Because feysand or rowaelin are really busy with their duties they don't have time for the reader and are really stresses about something so when the reader asks if they could take a bit of time off to spend time with the reader they snap at her? And you could maybe continue of from their if that okay? Could it have like a fluffy ending?

Sorry if thats too long and I really love your writing by the way !

how long will I bleed

Feysand x Reader 

Summary: Tired of being ignored, reader finally reaches her limit. 

Warnings: anxiety 

A/N: ahh thank you! and please don't be sorry! I haven’t written feysand in a while so I apologize if it's a bit off, thank you for the request :)

“How often do you actually see them?” 

“Every day,” you frowned, not sure where she was going with this. 

“I know, I know. You sleep in their bed.” Their bed? As far as you were concerned, it belonged to all three of you. “How often do they spend time with you, besides what they’re obligated to?” 

Obligated. That didn’t sit right with you, and whether she meant it or not - your friend was striking a deep insecurity, tucked away in your subconscious. 

“I don’t mean it in a bad way,” she patted a hand on your shoulder, you fought the urge to flinch. Absolutely she meant it that way. “Just something to think about.” Right now, it’s the very last thing you want to think about now. Thankfully, she prattled on about something else. 

-

For a while, you only watched. Observed. After some time passed, you subtly tried to nudge towards spending more time together. But, they were always busy, always tired, always had an obligation. 

Obligations that ranged from formal events in hewn city, to gatherings with some of their friends either here or from other courts. Gatherings you didn’t attend, mainly because you couldn’t tell if you were invited. There was never an explicit, come with us, or we want you there. It started to feel like they didn’t care. 

Actually see them. Obligated. Their bed. The words from your friend echoed like an ugly melody. Each week, she’d bring it up again. Each time, you brushed it off or shut it down. Reducing the time you spent with her would be the smart thing to do, but you couldn’t find it in you to cut her off like that. Even with the subtle digs and harsh comments, she’d been with you since before your relationship with the High Lord and Lady, and ending your friendship felt like breaking away from the past too much. 

It took you a few months to accept that if you wanted it to change, you needed to tell them.

“Do you think we could spend some time together?” you asked over breakfast, pointedly keeping your eyes on your plate. 

“That’s what we’re doing, isn’t it?” Rhys sounded vaguely amused. Briefly flicking your eyes to him, the angle of his head told you he was already glancing at the clock. 

“Maybe … maybe we could take a day off together?” You couldn’t remember the last time you spent an entire day together, just the three of you. 

Feyre’s mouth pressed into a tight line, “I don’t think we’ll be able to.” 

“I can work around your schedule,” it would be easy enough for you to get time off from work. 

“We don’t have time to spare,” she snapped. Spare. Feyre didn’t mean it, but it felt like she was calling you a spare. Their second choice, always coming behind compared to the two of them. A small tear welled in the corner of your eye. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, a tad more gently. Rhys glanced at the clock again, then back to Feyre, eyes glazing. 

Lost enough in your own spiral, you didn’t care that they were having a silent conversation in front of you. After a few minutes, they finally deigned to speak aloud. 

“We have to leave for Court business. We’ll be back in a week.” 

“Oh.” How long have they known about this trip? You didn’t want to ask. “Alright,” you finally said, throat bobbing. “When do you go?” 

“In the next few minutes,” Rhys looked distracted. 

Fine, that was fine. At least they told you before they left. 

“I’ll miss you,” you tried. It was like your words floated right over them, only getting a gentle smile from Feyre, your words echoed with little sincerity. Rhys offered you a half-smile, and a gentle caress against your mind. They each kissed you before they left, winnowing on the spot to … they hadn’t even told you where they were going. Maybe your friend was right. If they cared, they would’ve made time for you. 

Nice, you were always nice. That’s how everyone described you - kind, nice, gentle, a variety of synonyms. At this point, nice started to feel another word for pushover. You threw your heart out, only from them to stomp over it, not recognizing the trail of blood in their wake. The worst is, they weren’t doing it on purpose. Crushing you was an unintentional, careless, and passive habit. It was their default. 

This time, they’d pushed you right to the edge, to a place they’d actually have to try to drag you back from. 

A week was more than enough time to move out and crash with your cousin. She didn’t ask too many prying questions, only offered up her home and spare room. 

-

Rhys was excited to see you. He did feel a bit guilty at how they shot down your idea, how they had to leave you with such little notice. Time, that’s all you’d asked for, and they could manage that. If not this month, then the next. Stress had gotten the best of both of them recently, what felt like a thousand different negotiations to go through, a plethora of contracts and trade negotiations to review, left little time to spend with you, beyond the brief moment over breakfast occasionally, or before bed. Until you’d mentioned it, until he had some spare moments to reflect, Rhys didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten. 

He knew something was wrong as soon as they entered the Riverhouse. Your scent was … stale, and faint. Like you hadn’t been here in a week. Maybe you’d gone to stay with your cousin or a friend, a big house can be lonely by yourself. That’s what he probably would’ve done. Rhys tried to extend a mental bridge, to reach your mind, but was greeted with a wall of stone. A wall he’d taught you, designed to keep him out. 

“Can you reach her?” He asked Feyre. 

A few seconds pause. She shook her head. 

Walking through the house, he carefully looked for any signs of distress. Could someone have broken in here and taken you? His mind went to the worst case scenario, heart beginning to race. 

A note, pinned under the salt shaker on their breakfast table. 

I’m tired of being pushed aside.

Sorry to leave like this, but it’s for the best. 

Two lines, not even your name signed at the bottom. A small spot smudged the last word, like a tear had dropped onto it. Hurt, anger, betrayal, fear, and regret flooded him at once. 

-

It was the worst and best week of your life. Worst, because you missed them more than you wanted to, and they kept showing up in your dreams - uninvited. Best, because you finally felt free. With the pressure of a falling relationship gone, you could breathe again. 

Anticipation filled you as the week came to the end. Would they try to find you? Would they care enough to? The question you really needed to ask yourself, is if you’d take them back. After their return, you’d learn just how much you meant to them. You’d learn if you truly were the spare. 

Eight days after you left, you dragged yourself out of bed for an early shift, regretting the extra glass of wine you indulged in last night. 

Slipping through the alley, around the back door, you didn’t notice him at first. Fumbling with your keys, you finally managed to slide it into the lock when you heard your name. The voice that had haunted your dreams for the last week.  

A squeak, and keys clattered down on the cobblestone, the sound echoing. Bracing your hand on the door, you took deep breaths to slow your heart, before turning to face him. 

Rhys stood there, looking like he hadn’t slept at all, blue-purple half moons under his eyes, messy hair like he’d been running his hands through it. He raised one hand, a small piece of paper balanced between two fingers. Your note. It was quite brief, but you’d been angry at the time and couldn’t find it in yourself to come up with flowery words. 

“For the best,” he quoted. “Do you really believe that?” 

Oh, that put you right on the defensive. “I said it, didn’t I?” 

The paper vanished, and he tucked his hands into his pockets. “I don’t want it to end like this.” 

It. One tiny word to sum up three years. “But you want it to end?” your voice came out small. 

“No,” he said harshly, closing the space between the two of you. “I don’t.” You didn’t reply. You didn’t know what to say. “When do you get off?” He finally asked. Gentle claws poked at your mind, but you slammed your shields back up. 

“Two,” then your coworker would come take over. 

“We’ll be here,” he reached out, running his thumb over your cheek. It took all of your self control not to lean into the touch. Taking a step back, he winnowed. 

That entire morning and afternoon, you were … off, to say the least. But, work helped relieve some of your anxiety, falling into the monotonous tasks you’d done for years. 

We’ll be here. What did he expect to happen? What did you want to happen? 

By the time two came around, your coworker arrived a few minutes early, you were a ball of anxiety, your entire body tense, heart beating fast, mind swirling. 

“There’s two someones waiting out there for you,” she nudged your shoulder, tilting her chin towards the alley. Giving her a tight smile, you gathered up the rest of your things, to take a few breaths. In and out. You could do this. 

Feyre’s eyes lit up as you swung the door open, excitement tinged with a bit of melancholy. You chose to focus on the excitement. 

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, and even with the lingering hint of resentment you felt more loved than you had in months. Part of you recognized that might be a red flag, that even a few hours of attention could have that effect on you, but it was easily brushed aside. 

You were nestled between the two of them, on a bench overlooking the Sidra. Rhys’s hand ran lazy strokes up and down your thigh, Feyre’s arm curled over your shoulders as you leaned into her. Gentle currents rolled back and forth, bouncing off of the stone walls caging in the river, music floating through the streets. Loud enough to hear clearly, but not so loud that it could drown out any conversation. 

“Come home with us,” she said softly. 

A moment of hesitation, but you knew you couldn’t resist. 

“I will.”

[muertawrites]

I Know What Those Stains Are (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: i feel like robin’s face explains it all, really

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: PG-13 references to s*x and dr*gs, Robin being the best worst friend (ilhsm), pure shenanigans, harsh language in the author’s note bc i’m a motherfucking lady and you bitches can’t do shit about it

Author’s Note: this ended up longer than i thought it would but it was worth it tbh. i stg dissociating with eddie munson-colored glasses on is the only thing keeping me sane right now. i’m so fucking depressed. pray for me to finish my masters dissertation and immediately fuck right out of the shithole i’m stuck in to the life i fucking deserve ✌🏻

"Eddie has these... weird stains on his sheets."

Robin stares at you pointedly from the other side of your kitchen island, her lips curled into a tiny, knowing smirk.

Damn her and her privileged security clearance.

Being best friends ("We're soulmates," Robin always insists) means you have a pact - top secret information is kept closely between you, nothing held back or excluded. She'd come out to you before she even came out to her parents because she knew you wouldn't be weird about it. Your relationship is one of pure, unadulterated, platonic adoration, which means everything is safe.

And is exactly why she's pried about your "friendship" (as she refers to it, always with air quotes) with Eddie Munson since the two of you started hanging out a little over a year ago. He fixed your car at a steep discount when it needed emergency service; when you ran into him at one of his shows the following week, you bought him a drink to thank him, and the rest is history.

"I've never been in his room so I wouldn't know," you lie.

Robin laughs.

"You call me from his place once a week," she retorts. "It's a suspicious amount of time to spend with the local pot dealer for someone who freaks out with even the slightest contact high."

"I told you, he's just nice," you groan. "What's so bad about me hanging out with a nice guy? You've seen the guys I usually get caught up with, and you have to admit, Eddie's a huge improvement."

Robin snaps her attention back to you, eyes wide and smile wider as she freezes over the popcorn she's watching on the stove.

"So you admit it," she says. "He's... a guy... and he’s... huge..."

She waggles her eyebrows. You grab a marshmallow from the open pack on the counter and lob it at her, smacking her right between the eyes.

"He's a boy that I'm friends with," you correct her. "That doesn't make him my boyfriend."

"Does this friendship come with a benefits package?"

She gives you bedroom eyes over her shoulder, taunting you. You stare back at her, expressionless.

"You went into an alternate dimension," you comment, "and all you can think to talk to me about are Eddie Munson’s sheets. Unbelievable."

"You also went into that dimension," Robin reminds you. "There's nothing I can say that you haven't already seen. You guys have just gotten a lot closer since we all saved the world together, and I was just... wondering."

She shrugs like it means nothing as she transfers the popcorn from its pan into a bowl, but her cheeky gaze through her lashes at you tells you otherwise.

She totally knows. She's just waiting for you to admit it.

The rumble of an engine outside cuts your conversation short, the familiar clunk of a door slamming shut making your heart leap into your throat. Robin notices the tiny change in your expression, how your eyes light up the moment the van rolls into your driveway, and her smirk grows all the more sinister.

"Prince Charming has arrived," she teases.

You aggressively ignore her as Eddie's heavy footsteps ring down the hall, the man himself appearing moments later. You're thankful when he refrains from kissing you on the cheek, as he usually does the second he’s close enough. 

"Hey!" he greets you both, slapping a large hand on your shoulder in an entirely friendly, totally unromantic display of affection. Robin isn't immune to the way his hand stays there, migrating to the back of your neck, his thumb tenderly stroking at your skin.

"What brings you over, party crasher?" she wonders.

"Oh, just dropping off a mixtape."

He slips the cassette smoothly into your hand, which you cover up with the sleeve of your sweatshirt before Robin has a chance to glimpse what's on the label.

"Mind if I grab a beer?" Eddie asks. "Partake in some popcorn?"

"You're gonna do it anyway, so go crazy," you reply.

He grins sweetly at you, giving your bum an appreciative squeeze below the counter where Robin can't see it.

"Too late!"

He bounds out of the room, disappearing into the living room with a Bud Lite and a fistful of popcorn in his hand. Your “girls only” movie night has just become a “girls only plus Eddie” one. 

The air in the room grows tense. You stand perfectly still, both you and Robin staring each other down, waiting to see who’ll speak first. Her gaze is smoldering, burning into yours with ruthless intention. 

“Didn’t know you guys had an open doors policy,” she finally notes. “It’s all very... interesting.” 

She slowly starts to stalk around the corner of the island, trailing her hand nonchalantly (or what she thinks is nonchalantly) across the countertop. You back up, taking one step for each of hers, knowing exactly what she’s about to do. 

That still doesn’t stop you from shrieking as she jumps you, her hands snatching at the cassette tape now tucked inside your sweatshirt sleeve. 

“Robin, you’re acting totally feral!” you yell, trying in vain to keep her out of your shirt. 

She cackles as she wrestles the little rectangle of plastic from your grasp, shoving her hand into your face to keep you back as you claw at her. Her eyes widen and jaw drops as she reads the label, an incredulous laugh escaping her throat. 

“Songs We’re Gonna Bone To?!” she howls, reading the title aloud. “Oh my god, you guys made a mixtape to have sex to?! I knew it!” 

You cross your arms, pressing your lips harshly together as you glare at her, wishing you could make her head explode. 

“See, this is why I didn’t say anything,” you quip. “... And Eddie made it, not me.” 

Robin’s neck audibly cracks, she turns around so fast. She looks like a seven year old kid who’s just woken up on Christmas morning. 

“What’s on it?” she whispers. 

She’s out the door before you can answer, sprinting down the hall into your bedroom and smacking the tape inside your player so fast she’s little more than a blur. Queen’s Fat Bottomed Girls starts blaring from the speakers, causing a fierce blush to erupt across your cheeks. She slaps the skip button, moving on to KISS’s I Was Made For Lovin’ You, followed by Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me. You bury your face in your hand, entirely unable to meet her gaze as she savors your embarrassment. 

“What a massive cheese ball,” she chuckles. “Is the sex good, though? Like, he’s given you at least one orgasm, right?” 

You’re laying face down on your bed, craving the sweet release of death when Eddie appears in the doorway.

“Why the hell’s everyone screaming?” he questions, frantic. “Did another portal open up? Baby, are you okay?” 

“Aaaaaahhhh he calls you BABY!” Robin shrieks. She doubles over, collapsing to the floor in hysterical laughter.

You sit up, taking one of the pillows off your mattress and chucking it at Eddie. He catches it, just barely, stumbling backward in shock and confusion. 

“Change your fucking sheets, Munson!” 

🌹💀 get your eddie fix 💀🌹

[mistkisbiggestfan]

This is kinda AU but how the cast would react if they met a reader who already knows who they all are, because tadc is the newest biggest thing on TV. This network has been tricking people into entering tadc through these headsets (similar to sao) and people are seeing/betting/voting how long the crew could last without going insane, last one standing gets 100 million dollars (Kinger and Gangle are the top two people vote/bet to most likely abstract next, while Jax is a fan favorite character) I guess the reader could be an activist who was against the show the network wanted to silence so they put them in tadc too

TADC Cast x Gn! Reader

Tadc Cast x Gn! Reader

A/n: Hey took a lil break but I'm back on the grind! REQUESTS FOR TADC ARE OPEN!!

Summary: You were an activist against a network that runs TADC (which is a gameshow), but now you're stuck with the people you were trying to help Words: 1774 Request: Yes

Chaos. 

But I think we all know that already.

You popped out in the main circus area just a few weeks after Pomni and it was not great. 

Somehow you kept your memory in check, not forgetting anything, well, maybe not forgetting everything you knew before finding yourself trapped in the brand new show: “The Amazing Digital Circus!”. 

Not everyone knew about the shady and dark part of it though, the people or “actors” / “animated characters” were actual normal humans taken away and put into this digital h#|! for entertainment.

But out of everyone, you knew. 

You tried your best to shut down the network, do anything against this, basically cruel torture. 

But the show must go on, right? They couldn’t let someone like you, destroy their source of money.

Especially when you started to snoop around too much for your own good. 

Hands shoved into the pockets of your jacket, it was cold, so cold. Your breath turned into a cloud of fog, walking through the city, everybody looked like a bunch of serious chain-smokers.

It has been a few months since you started to fight for the rights of people who were currently stuck in “The Amazing Digital Circus!” The cruelty of a network using these people’s mental health as an attraction, to see who will break faster, disgusted you. And so you decided that you’ll do everything to help them, and to bring those greedy bastards from the company using them down.

People shoved others out of their way, shoulder hitting shoulder. Walking through such a mob was hard, especially since you were walking in an opposite direction of theirs, scoffing ladies and gentlemen looked at you in a rather disgusting manner.

And sure, you didn’t quite fit in here, with a jacket and clothes which weren’t close to the world “elegant”, men and women in suits passed by you with a raised eyebrow, a plan which consisted of fitting in failed already. 

You turned around the corner, breaking away from the tide of busy workers currently trying to reach their respectful workplace. As you walked through a dark, shady alleyway you saw some people lying on the ground, nothing out of place really.

Finally, you were met with backdoors of a big company’s building. You put your hood on and took out your ID you may or not have stolen from one of the company’s programmers when he was drunk, not your fault, he should have been more careful. 

As you walked through, you were met with a harsh and confusing environment, across the hall you spotted people who were very different from the rest, at least some of them were. The programmers of the whole thing were dressed in comfortable clothes – no dress code included them. 

Before the escalators door shut, you managed to stick your foot, jamming the doors and getting in, a girl turned to you, visibly surprised. – Hey, who are you? – She asked, mumbling tiredly.

You felt your palms sweating a bit, they weren’t supposed to realize something was off so early on. But you had to play apart somehow, clearing your throat as you spoke, you said – Oh, I’m a new programmer here! It’s my first day.

She raised her eyebrow but didn’t question you, and just as her co–worker was about to ask you something, the escalator’s door opened, you speed walked away, but not before noticing the girl from moments prior talking to a security guard and pointing in your vague direction. 

Shit, she had noticed your ID, or more likely, the fact the ID wasn’t yours. You had to move fast, and so you did. Walking along the corridor you noticed a room which differed from others. Looking away in both directions of the hall, you didn’t notice anyone, the way was clear. Your sweaty palm of your right hand rested on the doorknob, and as you pushed, the door creaked. 

The interior was entirely white, now, with the passage of time, white walls were tinted yellow, giving off an unsanitary look, the tiles were cold, you felt it even through your boots. And there it was – the closet full of documents that would shut this company down, and hopefully, save the people stuck in that TV show or whatever it was. 

You ramaged through the endless pages full of protocols, data and worthless information till you found the thing you were out for, a file with every single piece of information not redacted out. The only copy that existed. You shoved the paper into your backpack and turned to leave, getting away as far as you could now. 

Getting out of the room was terrifying, a sense of panic filled your body and overwhelmed you, pulling the hood over your face harder, you turned to walk out of the hall – towards the escalator. But during your flight, you bumped into something, one of the security guards. Stumbling backwards you gazed up in terror, before trying to run away. 

Unfortunately, the security guard grabbed you by the backpack effortlessly, trying to get away, you scratched at him with your nails. The only thing you remember prior to getting tased was other people walking towards you two. After that, you woke up as one of the new players of this hellish game you were trying to save them all from.

When you woke up, you panicked – of course – but not because you couldn’t remember anything, because you did remember, you panicked because now there was no way of you helping those people.

As you looked around dazzled, you knew all of the people there beforehand – Jax, Ragatha, Kinger, Zooble, Gangle, Caine and the new person – Pomni.

Looking down you saw how unhuman you have become, oh god, the feeling of static filling you instead of blood was too much.

Before you could say a world, Caine jumped in front of you. 

“⊹HELLO DEAR!! WELCOME TO THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!!⊹” “No #u@k!ng way…”

Caine then proceeded to tell you how swearing is not accepted by the guidelines. 

But you knew all of that already, so you pushed forward, looking at everyone else. 

The thing you used to watch on TV, fight against, was now your reality. 

Then your eyes were caught on Kinger and Gangle, poor souls. People watching this whole thing thinking it’s just a show, maybe a really clever animation, voted them to be most likely to abstract soon. 

Jax walked over to you, even though your avatar was quite tall, almost taller than everyone, he tried to use you to lean on his elbow. – We get new stuff already? It hasn’t been two weeks since Pomni got here! 

Oh god how you hated that man out of all people, this asshole was a fan favorite. 

“Eat $h!t and d!e Jax.” 

Silence. 

You were met with silence and a lot of terrified looks from everyone in the main area. 

Even Caine stood there bewildered. 

“How did you know my name…?”

“Eh,, I’m good at guessing things..?” 

“⊹OH WELL!! WEIRD THINGS ASIDE, LET ME TOUR YOU ALONG THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS {trade mark, all copyrights reserved}!!!!!!⊹” 

You looked up at him, confused. “Oh no need, I think I’m good.” 

Again, that was weird af. Caine stood there for a second calculating a good answer lmao.

Yeah the first meeting was rough, they were all very much weirded out. Bubble liked you though!

But that was because of another slip up you made. “So like, where is Bubble..?” That was def the wrong dialogue option because you can swear (not really tho) that Caine mumbled: How did they know who Bubble is..? 

And out of everyone, you knew only one person would believe your crazy rambling for now, someone as desperate as you – Pomni. 

So, one time, you took her by the arm, to a place you knew had no cameras, no one recording your conversation for content, and you told her about the fact that there has to be an exit here, that you remember everything, and that this is all a game for Caine and “the people outside”.

After you’re done, you already can tell that this was a bad idea. Her eyes went blank, with dark scribbles for pupils. 

You huffed in annoyance and partial sympathy. – Just forget it Pomni, I’ll figure something out.. – The last part was more for you than her, when you started to walk away, you felt her run beside you, catching up. – Wait! What the h#|! do you mean!?? Who are the “people outside”!?! – She shouted before you tackled her and shushed her. 

– Look, I explain this all once it’s safe to do so, now just act like you always do, nothing happened here. – You said before walking along, playing a part in this sick game. If someone told you about this beforehand, you would be on the other side of the continent right now.

And as you left her be, you knew that her mental health wasn’t well before all this and now it must’ve dropped to an all time low. Oh well, you’ll explain it to her later, once it’s safe. 

You tried to slowly ease people into the idea that this was a TV show, a game. They all thought you were just another madman, like many before and many that will be here after. 

Pomni seemed slightly hesitant, and once you started to help her look for exit, she was onboard with you. 

Meanwhile people watching the game were having a blast with you as a new cast member, because of course, the secret that you know it’s a game got out and was now known by everyone (except for the TADC cast ofc).

So seeing you struggle in convincing them was funny. 

You and Jax developed a funny dynamic in the meantime, it consisted of you telling them it's a game, Jax saying something like “Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night.” And you two started to argue.  

Out of everyone you didn’t mind swearing him out even if it was censored.

Pomni asked you about what you remember and you told her (almost) everything, like the fact that people vote on who they think will abstract, or even bid money on that. And the fact that Jax is the favorite, which makes her confused because why do people like a f#c(!ng @$$hole like him??

You soon had to adapt into this thing, trying to keep yourself and others sane.

And as you tried to figure out something to help you all, you couldn’t help but grow attached to the people around you. 

[w1shes43]

Forbidden Proximity

- (TMR) Newt x reader

Summary: Takes place in "The Fever Code", before an examination test, you meet the beloved Newt. After meeting him, things start to be different and someone warned you to watch your proximity. But you think you're doing just the opposite.

Taglist: @heliads

A/N: AHHH, IT'S FINALLY FINISHED!! This fic took me so long. Motivation came and left like 1000 times. Sorry about that, and here it is!! Also, let's just imagine that newt is not like a minor here and is his movie age ;_; The ending is a bit rushed as I just wanted to get this fic finished tbh.

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Wake up, examinations and tests, eat food, maybe add a hint of some learning and then sleep. And it's repeating the same routine every day, over and over again. It's been like this for you ever since you got taken in this facility called W.I.C.K.E.D. They're not so harsh towards you but you saw and heard from others of what they can be like when they're angry so you usually do what you're told to be on their good side.

But life in this facility is very repetitive and dull so you always opt to do something fun once in a while, being extremely discreet of course. Whether it's going to see your friends in their rooms during night or sneaking to catch a look at the other group, Group A. You have to admit you don't know why you all have to be separated into different groups, maybe they don't want certain people interacting with each other? You found the question lingering in your mind for a while, so you plan to ask at your next examination, which is tomorrow, that very question.

You sat on your bed, waiting in your room for Dr. Paige to do some tests on you, observing around your room trying to pass time. You always seem to land on the clock. Time ticking like usual, you wondered how the clock can be so perfectly timed to the real time, but then again just another question to add to your pile.

"Questions and questions" you sighed, looking down at your feet, swinging them back and forth. You realised you were getting taller which makes you glad because Harriet used to tease you about your height, saying how you won't be able to reach anything. Guess you could prove her wrong now, you slightly chuckled at that.

The door opens and you look up thinking you were going to see Dr. Paige but instead a tall lady with round glasses. She had a firm look on her face as she approached you,

"Y/N, Dr. Paige is quite busy for a while so she won't be able to do your test right now."

She stated, looking at her clipboard which had some files on it, "She will do your examination in about half an hour. Please come with me to another test room."

You nodded as you got up from the bed to follow her out the door. She shut the door and you walked beside her as she brought you to the elevator and pressed a few buttons, you waited for about a minute and the doors opened to the 2nd floor. She ushered you to walk beside her as you looked around the 2nd floor, you've only been here once before and that was the first time you got examined.

You followed her into the first room on your right, and she told you to sit down and that she would inform you when Dr. Paige was here. As she left, you looked around the room and noticed that there was a blonde haired boy on the other side of the room, he had his head in his hands and he seemed to be the same age as you. You assumed both of you were here for tests.

You walked over to him and sat down on the empty chair beside him, the sound of the chair made him look up and he met your eyes.

"Oh hello there." The blonde smiled, you noticed he sounded a bit different, he definitely had an accent, not that you minded though it sounded nice. "You here for an examination too?"

You nodded and smiled back, "Yeah I am, how long have you been waiting here?" You asked, curious to talk to this boy.

"Probably been waiting for about 10 minutes?" He said, stretching his arms "I'm not really counting the time to be honest with ya, just waiting for this to be done and over with. So I can go and hang with my mates."

You raised an eyebrow, "Mates? What do you mean by that?"

"I mean my friends," he laughed, but then leaned in to whisper "We all usually hang out after our tests, obviously wicked doesn't know that, so keep it a secret for me and you could join us too." The blonde boy winked as he whispered the last part.

You chuckled, a corner of your lips developing a small smile. "Don't worry, your secrets are safe with me. And I didn't catch your name?"

"Name's Newt, pleased to meet you.. ?"

His sentence trailing off at the end in hopes of getting your name.

But before you could answer his last statement, the door swung open and you were greeted by two people, Dr. Paige and the other lady from earlier. They looked at the both of you and nodded to you, Dr. Paige calling your name as she was about to take your examination.

You nodded back to her and stood up from your chair, turning to Newt before you approached them, "Y/N. Pleased to meet you too." You smiled and waved at him as you followed behind Dr. Paige.

Your walk back to your room was silent, you usually would talk to Dr. Paige about a lot of things, how you were doing with learning and food or something along the lines of vital sign check ups. But this time you were silent, smiling to yourself as you thought about your encounter with the blonde boy, Newt was his name. Well not his actual name, as you knew they gave everyone different names but you thought it suited him, it was an oddly interesting name. To be honest you thought he was pretty cute too, you haven't talked to a boy your age since forever, before you even came to this place.

Smiling away to yourself must have caught Dr. Paige's attention as she talked to you as you both turned the hallway, heading to your room.

"Something on your mind Y/N? You look rather happy there." She spoke as she opened the door to your room, holding the door open so you could walk inside.

As you entered the room you sat on your bed, nodding to Dr. Paige's last statement.

She took a seat in front of you and got ready the equipment for your tests.

"Yeah I would say so, although I have a weird feeling in my stomach when I think about this certain … thing." You admitted, looking down at your feet and watching them swing back and forth again.

"Weird feeling in your stomach about a certain topic you say? Is this very recent or has this been happening for a while?" As she questioned you, she got ready the syringe for your injection and you took that as a sign to roll up your sleeve on your left arm.

"Quite recent. Actually right before you came to the room on the second floor."

She stopped and gave you a look.

"It's about Newt isn't it? That boy you met there?" She asked and her thoughts were confirmed when you looked at her and nodded. She sighed, "Y/N, that weird feeling you are talking about is called attraction or well starting out as a liking. We are specifically trying to prevent this though, it might interfere with your progress in tests. So please try not to think about him or even try to see him for that matter."

Dr. Paige had this firm look on her face, the one you heard about when Wicked employees got angry, you definitely didn't want to aggravate her even more but you still had to ask one more question, a very risky one considering the topic of the conversation.

"Dr. Paige, why do we have different groups, like why do you have to separate all of us?"

You looked at her eager for her answer as it could explain things. But she just pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out an annoyed sigh and with a sharp tone dodged your question.

"Y/N, enough questions. Remember you are here for one reason and that's to save the world. Everything we do is for your own good, be grateful you are even alive after what's going on out there." She snapped and looked you dead in the eyes.

Your eyes widened, you were stunned, Dr. Paige never raised her voice at you before. What was so wrong about the question you asked? You just wanted to understand their ways of running things, surely that's not a bad question but you assumed it was since she yelled at you.

She swiftly injected the needle into your arm, taking a blood sample for your test. And quickly put it into a plastic bag and sealed it inside another bag.

She turned around and headed for the door,

"I'll have some food delivered to your room so no need to go to the cafeteria for lunch. Remember Y/N, you're here to save the world, not question how things are."

And without another spoken word, she left and closed the door to your room.

You just stared at the closed door, pondering on what she said. You've always heard those words before 'Save the world.' How though? And wouldn't it be easier to save the world if we understood what's going on inside and outside? You scrunch your hair in annoyance and lay your head in your hands and thought for a bit.

You know what?

You were going to see Newt again.

But you have to think of a discreet way to meet up with him. How in the world are you even going to find him?

You could try and go back to that waiting room you were in earlier but chances are he's already gone and done his examination.

You usually catch a look at Group A, but that's through the vents and you don't really know your way around there as well as Harriet or someone else in your group.

As you try to think of ways to find him, your thoughts are interrupted when someone knocks on your door, it opens and it is one of your great friends, Harriet. You both smile and run for a hug, "How did your examination go?" Harriet asked, pulling away from the hug.

"I don't know what to think, I just hope I haven't angered Dr. Paige. But before the examination I was in a room and there was a boy there." You explained the whole thing, from meeting the boy Newt and to asking Dr. Paige about the 2 groups.

And this conversation led to Harriet coming up with a plan to sneak you into one of Group A's testing rooms in hopes of finding and meeting someone from the other group, or even better Newt.

She would start off by going to get some "lunch" and while doing that she would distract the guards so you could sneak into Group A's testing rooms. But you had to watch out for other employees that might leave the rooms and also cameras. But you would check every room and see if Newt is there.

Hiding behind corners and dodging employees wasn't easy, you were suprised that you even got this far. You looked around, no one. The employees may have taken a break or something, not that you minded, it made this a whole lot easier for you, less hiding.

...

"Well, hello there." A voice from behind you spoke. You jumped at the sudden sound, swiftly turning to see who had spoken and you had hoped that it wasn't Dr. Paige or any of the employees for that matter.

To your suprise, you were met with honey brown eyes, the same eyes of the boy you were looking for. At least you didn't have to look too far to find him.

"I thought I'd see you again, just didn't expect it to be so soon?" He raised a brow, inspecting you. But before he could ask any further questions, you pulled him into a nearby room.

"Okay before you ask anything, I need to make sure this room is safe before we get caught being somewhere we're not supposed to be." You explained, closing the door quickly and glancing around the room.

"Technically, you're not supposed to be here, but here we are." He smirked while you just rolled your eyes, he continued, "I mean, I'm not complaining and I think this room will be perfectly safe, considering that it's my room." He chuckled, and when you turned around with wide eyes, he just smiled.

"Well," you started, "I thought about your offer to join you and your friends and I gladly will." You smiled softly, but your smile grew even wider when you saw how the boy in front of you had a slight red face with another smile.

"You did all that effort to tell me this? You seem very dedicated Y/N."

Oh, you have no idea, you thought.

You spent what felt like hours with him, laughing along and chatting about anything under the sun. Even hearing a bit of his past but you didn't want to pry too much into it.

Your first meeting with Group A went quite well you would think, you quickly made friends with most them of them and even if Gally and Minho were quite skeptical of you at first, they warmed up to you eventually and even shared a couple of their jokes with you.

But as quickly as you made friends with them, the quicker your relationship with Newt grew to be stronger and you had hoped, he felt the same as you. Days turn into weeks and your time spent with him made your whole life better even if you weren't supposed to be of close proximity to him.

But as good things come, they always have to go. You found yourself running through the long bright lit corridors of the wicked facility.

Hoping to get there in time.

Hoping to get that one last chance.

Hoping you weren't too late.

With tear filled eyes, you start remembering the one memory you hoped would never leave you - Newt's confession.

One day, he pulled you aside when you were about to sneak out to go see all your friends.

He softly took your hands and placed them in his own.

"Um.. I don't know if you felt the same, but it did take me a while to realise it wasn't just some weird feeling I had about you, you made me feel like I could trust you, I felt..."

He scrunched his eyes in search of the right words to tell you, "Comfortable around you and safe, mainly safe. My point being, I like you. A lot, in fact, I can't really fathom why my brain works that way, but I hope you understand what I mean." His hope filled eyes begged you, not moving his worried scene that danced around his face.

You thought it was adorable and were quick to calm his worrying thoughts.

"Yes, I understand what you mean," you said with a laugh. "I feel the same way Newt."

How did wicked find out? But then again, they always are monitoring you. They always find out, or maybe they always knew.

Maybe you should have seen this coming.

But nothing always goes your way, you were aware of the Maze, they started sending your friends into one, a few weeks ago.

You were quickly made aware by some of your friends that they were going to send Newt into one. And not at the usual time he was supposed to go in. He was supposed to go a few weeks after.

You ran to the one place you knew you would find him before it would be too late. The hideout.

When you entered, you found him pacing around the room. He heard your footsteps and looked up and locked his dark eyes with you.

Just by looking at him, without even saying anything, you knew what he was thinking, and you wanted to save him from all this.

"Don't leave, why can't you just stay here?" You pleaded with him, grabbing his hands to curl them up into yours. "We could leave, run away right now, or even -"

He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you like you're his source of life. You went silent and returned the hug. It was quiet for a good while, and you felt as if the white noise could swallow you both whole until Newt spoke.

"I want you to know that even if I die, or something happens and I might never see you again," his breath hitched in his throat, eyes dreading even the thought of it, "Nothing would ever make me forget you. I would go to the ends of the earth just to do this all over again if it meant being by your side, being here with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Tears that have flowed down his cheeks have now dripped onto the cold floor. The same room, same building that you first met, the sweet hearted boy. Even if you didn't know what would happen next, you knew for certain you loved him.

You knew you were never meant to be near him in the first place, but you did just the opposite.

"I'll love you forever and always."

He wiped the oncoming tears from your eyes with his thumb and smiled. You wish you could just capture this moment and stay with him forever.

The doors opened, and your warm hands quickly became cold as the warmth from him slowly drifted away from you.

[nichuuu]

Beats Me - 1: Squeaker

Shin Ryujin

Tags: Smut, Subby Ryujin, Teasing, Foreplay, Really shitty story

Words: 5k+

You weren’t afraid to admit that you’ve never felt so lost in all your life. 

The university campus was sprawling as it was, but in the midst of trying to find the recording studio, you’ve somehow found that this place seemed to be bigger than it was. The halls seemed to constantly shift themselves, twisting and warping the layout of the campus as you struggled to locate that damn Arts block.

After about 20 minutes of sheepishly asking for directions, craning your head to look at signs that always seemed to be pointing in the wrong way and lots of cussing, you finally managed to locate the studio—15 minutes later than you were supposed to reach���and frantically knocked on the door. The muffled music coming from inside stopped.

The heavy looking oak door swung open. 

“The fuck do you want?” The girl at the door crudely asked. 

“H-Hi… I’m uh… I’m here to try out for the band?” You meekly replied. 

She scanned you up and down. 

“You’re the squeaker drummer?” She questioned. You didn’t exactly know what the word squeaker meant, but you nodded nonetheless. 

“Y-Yeah…” You said. She checked her watch.

“You’re fifteen minutes late,” she remarked. 

“S-Sorry… Got lost…” You apologised. She shot you a glare. 

“Getting lost isn’t an excuse, you should’ve—”

“God dammit Yeji! Just let the damn boy inside!” A voice came from within. The lady in front of you—who you assumed was Yeji—shut her mouth, her lips forming a thin line. 

You were scared of her already. 

“Get in and get your ass on the drum kit,” the scary woman barked, stepping aside to let you in. 

You’ve never run into a room so quickly in your life. 

You stepped in, quickly noting that the entire room was full of girls. They all stared at you, and you gave a shy bow before haul assing towards the vacant drum set and setting your bag down. You contemplated on adjusting the height of your seat, but the fact that you could still feel that lady glaring at you made you think otherwise. 

You unzipped your bag and pulled out your drumsticks. 

“Do you have an iPad or anything we can use to give you your charts?” The scary lady asked, shutting the door.

“Uh… No,” You replied. She sighed and shook her head.

“Hopeless” She muttered. 

Not the best first impression. You thought to yourself.

“Yeji, Don’t you feel like you’re scaring him a little?”  The woman behind the microphone voiced her opinion. 

“I would treat him better if he was on time,” Yeji hissed. 

“You and your ‘Professionalism’,” The lady behind the microphone sighed. She turned to you. 

“Hello! Sorry for the… Harsh welcome,” She said. “What’s your name?” 

“O-Oh uh… M-Myeong-seok,” you stammered. 

“Nice to meet you Myeong-seok,” She smiled. “Just do your best today, we’ll see how you fair.” 

You nodded and picked up your sticks. The lady behind the microphone turned back to the front.

“It’s Not Living If It’s Not With You, from the top!” She announced. 

Having played that song before, you found yourself with new found confidence as you sat up straight in your stool.

You said a silent prayer before the guitar riff came, launching you into the first song.

~

The session went better than expected. Even though you felt like a toddler lost in a supermarket half the time, you managed to grasp a basic beat through most of the songs they played. They did some Rock, some pop, did some jazz and a few other funky genres you weren’t too familiar with, but you never stopped to ask questions, fearing another tongue lashing from Yeji. 

To your delight, you managed to secure your spot as their new drummer. The news came like a spark of joy, but the spark was instantly extinguished by Yeji, who informed you that the band was to do a gig at a nearby bar in a week's time. You had exactly one week to get your shit together, learn the pieces and memorise your charts. 

“No stress,” The Bassist unhelpfully added. She looked scary too.

You’d gotten a grasp of their names. Guitarist 1 was a girl they called “Kkura”, the pianist’s name was Ji-min, or “Karina” as they called her at times. Guitarist 2 was scary lady Yeji, the Bassist Ryujin and the vocalist Eunbi. You prayed you got their names right.

The band practised on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, each practice starting at 4pm sharp. You took note of that, noting from your earlier interaction with Yeji that she despised tardiness.

“Be punctual or I’ll have your head on a pike,” Yeji snarled before leaving the room with her guitar strapped to her back. 

“Don’t mind her, she’s a little moody today,” Eunbi assured you. You could only nod, the fear leaving your body as soon as Yeji walked out the door. Eunbi proceeded to toss you a set of keys. 

“Keys to the studio, everyone gets one set.” She explained. “Come in whenever you want to practise. Just don’t break anything in here or the school will have us knee deep in debt.”

You stared at the keys in your hand, processing the fact that you were now a part of a legitimate… Well… Somewhat legitimate band. 

“See you this Friday Myeong-seok,” Eunbi waved.

“S-See you!” You waved back. She left the room together with Ji-min, leaving you alone with Ryujin who was still busy winding up her wire. You decided to leave her to it, pocketing the keys to the studio and slipping your sticks back into your bag. Being as silent as you could, you shouldered your backpack and got up to leave. 

“Yo squeaker.”

She was staring right at you. You could feel it.

As mentioned before, she struck you as a scary person, with her bob cut and leather jacket giving you the vibe of an 80s gang member. She looked ike the type of girl who would beat you up for staring for too long. You slowly turned to face the bassist, and you were pleasantly surprised to find a smile on her face. 

“Good stuff  today… You were pretty sick on the kit,” She complimented. 

“O-Oh… T-Thanks?” You replied, failing to hide the fear in your voice. 

“Chill man, I won’t eat you,” She assured you, sensing your tension. “Do I really look that scary? Is it the jacket?” 

You hesitated before nodding a little. She smirked and shrugged it off her shoulders. 

“I wear it cause I’m cold. But if it makes you afraid of me, I’ll take it off,” She mused, the black leather slipping off her shoulders to reveal the crop top beneath it. “Name’s Ryujin by the way.”

“I uh… I kinda know….” You told her nervously. She raised her eyebrows.

“You are one sharp feller,” She remarked. 

“Well… I… I just… Listen,” You explained. The short-haired girl scoffed. 

“Don’t we all?”

You managed a chuckle, finding yourself easing up a little. 

Maybe she wasn’t so scary…

“You free tomorrow Squeaker?” She asked, zipping the bag containing her bass guitar shut. 

“W-Why?” You couldn’t help but inquire. 

“I wanna practise with you. Bassists and Drummers go hand in hand, I need your cues and your beat to help me,” She explained, slinging her bass over her shoulder. “Think you can come in at around 2:30pm?” 

You quickly ran through tomorrow's schedule in your head. Lectures ended by 2pm tomorrow, leaving you ample time to get to the studio.

“S-Sure… I can make it,” You agreed. Ryujin flashed you a smile.

“Coolsies. See you tomorrow then,” she said, giving you finger guns. You weren’t quite sure what to do, so you replied with a nervous thumbs up. She laughed and punched your shoulder lightly. 

“Ease up bucko, we don’t bite,” She winked. “Lock up, for me okay Squeaker?” 

You nodded. Ryujin waved before swaggering out of the room, helping you switch off the lights on the way out. 

She seems chill. You thought to yourself, fishing the keys out of your pocket. You exited the room and locked the door, marking the end of your day as you headed off towards the exit. The sun had begun to set on the campus by the time you walked out of the gates.

“2:30pm… 2:30pm…” You muttered to yourself over and over as you set off. You vowed not to be late.

~

The next day rolled around. You sat through lectures as usual, listening to your Prof drone on and on about something related to ethics, or maybe it was morals… 

Hell, it was so convoluted you didn’t know anymore. 

As soon as 2pm struck, you were up and out of your seat, heading towards the exit. The beauty of not having a good professor was the fact that they couldn’t care less about when you left their lectures. 

You made your way to the recording studio with much less difficulty this time. Unlocking the door, you stepped in and turned on the lights and air conditioning, the practice space whirring to life as you shut the door—which was as heavy as it looked—behind you. You beelined it for the kit and fished your sticks out of your bag. You got out your tuning key, which you brought today since the kit sounded like shit the day before, and got to work on adjusting the kit. Yes… You have to tune drum sets too, you know?

When you finished, there was still 20 minutes till Ryujin was due to arrive, so you settled on getting some practice in. Luckily for you, you happened to bring your charts that you painstakingly printed last night (that hole in your wallet will never be patched) and set the folder containing the sheets down on the score stand. 

You quickly got to work, doing your thing on the kit as you waited patiently for Ryujin to arrive. She came in 10 minutes later than she should have, something that Yeji would’ve definitely killed her over, but thank god she wasn’t here. 

“My bad Squeaker. Prof decided to go on a tangent about his divorce,” She apologised, setting her Bass Guitar down on the couch and unzipping the bag containing it. 

“And how are we today?” She asked, pulling her instrument out its bag.

“Good… I guess,” You replied. 

“Splendid,” She answered in English with a British accent. You chuckled at the randomness of the girl. 

You waited patiently for her to hook her instrument up, fiddling with your drumsticks as she slug her Bass over her shoulder and plucked a string, a deep note filtering out of the amp behind her. 

“That is sexy,” She mused, nodding her head in approval. “Alright Squeaker, let’s get to work.”

She made herself comfortable on the couch, kicking the excess wire off her foot before signaling that she was ready to begin. 

The session went as you expected, the two of you going through each piece and taking notes on your respective scores. At some point, Ryujin stopped to get a sandwich from downstairs, but she was kind enough to get you an iced Americano. 

“This is on me,” She said, tossing you the bottle that contained your beverage. You set your sticks down just in time to catch the bottle before it could hit you square  in the face. Ryujin cackled at her bad throw before getting back to her instrument.  

You went on afterwards, rejuvenated by the coffee bought by Ryujin as the two of you continued with practice. As goofy as she could be, Ryujin was surprisingly skilled with her instrument, hitting catchy fills and a few high-skill licks that left you wide eyed. You got the chance to mess around for a bit, pulling some shenanigans of your own on the kit that got nods of approval from your practice buddy. 

“Good shit today,” She sighed with satisfaction as the two of you packed up for the day. It was somehow already late in the evening. 

You hummed in agreement, neatly getting your scores back in order and getting them back inside your bag. 

“Let’s get dinner, my treat,” Ryujin suggested. 

“It’s okay. I don’t wanna waste your money,” you politely declined.

“Wasn’t an offer. We’re getting dinner Squeaker,” She grinned. She never seemed to run out of surprises…

You locked the room up and set off with Ryujin, settling on a tonkatsu place near campus. She ordered a round of alcohol for the two of you.

“So… How long have you been drumming for Squeaker?” Ryujin asked, sipping her glass of beer. 

“For a few years now… Started when I was eight,” You answered. “Took some classes for a while then stopped because of money issues, but I joined Concert Band in middle school and highschool. They had kits there so I just practised.”

Ryujin raised her eyebrows, nodding in approval. You decided to try your hand at carrying a conversation, something you were never really good at.

“W-What about you? H-How long have you been playing Bass?” You asked. Ryujin took another sip of beer.

“Me? Not too long… Started a few years back after graduating from College. Wanted to do something with my life, you know?” She replied, wiping the foam off her mouth.

You nodded thoughtfully, taking a sip of your beer. You understood what she meant. 

“Besides, playing Bass was a good substitute for sleeping with guys,” She added out of nowhere. The TMI statement almost made you choke on your beer. 

“W-What?” You coughed, flabbergasted. Ryujin shrugged. 

“I was fresh out of high school and lonely as fuck okay?” She defended herself. “I slept with a couple of guys… And maybe one or two girls… But I needed something to do didn’t I?”

You didn’t know how to respond, and you preferred to keep it that way. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” She interrogated you. “It wasn’t even my fault half the time! I just had a few drinks with the guy, and the next thing you know it I’m being railed on my hands and knees. I don’t even know how I got there, honest.”

No words could describe how you felt about the sharp turn this conversation had taken. 

“Come on Squeaker, stop giving me that look,” She sighed, picking up her beer cup and swirling the liquid gently. “For all you know, what I described might just happen tonight…”

“MOVING ON!” You exclaimed, almost in a scream. Your attempt to change the subject of the conversation earned you a few nasty glares from members of the public, but you’d rather be shamed than talking about sex with a girl you just met yesterday. You had done the deed once with your ex, but you didn’t particularly derive any sort of pleasure from speaking about the subject.

Ryujin giggled to herself and sat back in her seat. 

“Alright alright… You’re uncomfortable, I get it,” Ryujin teased in a sing-song voice. The blush on your face was un-concealable as you kept your eyes glued to the beer in front of you. 

“How did you find out about us Squeaker?” Ryujin asked, deciding to drive the conversation back towards music. You inwardly heaved a sigh of relief, finding the courage to look Ryujin in the eye again.

“W-Well uh… Someone handed me a flyer for your band during orientation and—”

“Hold the fucking phone,” Ryujin stopped you. “Orientation? You’re a freshie?” 

“U-Uh… Yea… Military Service,” You explained. 

“God damn! That means you’re older than me!” She mused. 

“W-What? H-How does this affect anything?” You inquired. 

She raised an eyebrow.

“Who said anything about affecting shit?” She asked. “I’m just making an observation Squeaker.”

Your hopes of her ceasing to call you “Squeaker” were dashed. You’d have to live with the nickname from now on. 

“Sorry for interrupting, you were talking about flyers?” Ryujin urged you to continue. 

“R-Right,” You continued, getting back on track from where you left off. “I saw the flyer, saw that you guys needed a drummer, so I contacted… Eunbi I think… Who’s phone number was on the flyer?”

“Eunbi’s” Ryujin confirmed.

“Right, yea… So… That’s how I got the try out I guess…” You said. Ryujin looked unimpressed.

“Wow… That was far from what I expected,” She told you flatly. “I was thinking that you had some moral conflict or something, but no. You just saw the flyer and decided to go for it?”

“U-Uh… Yea…” You answered, unsure how you’d disappointed her. 

“Ew, boring,” She said rather bluntly. “What took you so long to come in then? We’re in the middle of the first semester.”

“Uh… Eunbi… Eunbi didn’t reply to me till last week…” You explained. 

“That’s pretty fucking hilarious,” Ryujin sniggered. You shrugged.

“It is what it is,” You said frankly. 

At that juncture, the waiter came with your food. Two plates of freshly fried Tonkatsu, paired with a bowl of steamed rice, was laid on the table. 

“Oh damn… This looks good,” Ryujin remarked, a hint of glee in her voice. You agreed with her, but you just didn’t vocalise the opinion. Ryujin handed you a set of cutlery from the drawer on her end.

“Dig in Squeaker,” She told you as you took the cutlery from her. You didn’t need to be told twice.

The food was as delicious as it looked, and it went perfectly with the icy beer that you sipped intermittently.  

The breaded cutlet disappeared from both your plates almost as quickly as it came. The speed at which you both wolfed down that meal was a little worrying for you, but the satisfaction derived from that meal somehow seemed to neutralise all that. Satisfied with the food, Ryujin called for the bill. 

“Hey… Let me pay for a little bit of it at least,” You offered. 

“Nope, my treat,” She declined. 

True to her word, Ryujin made the waiter stay far away from you as she handed over her card. As much as your morals gnawed at your conscience to pay Ryujin for the cost of your meal, a small voice in your head knew that she’d just reject it. 

The bill came back, and the waiter returned Ryujin her credit card. With a smile, she thanked the staff and kept her card. 

“Thanks Ryujin,” You said. She waved it off.

“No worries Squeaker,” She grinned, standing up from her seat. “If you don’t mind, could you help me with my Bass? Might need you to carry it home for me.”

You quickly got up and helped her carry her Bass guitar. It was the least you could do to repay her for her generosity. 

“Thanks Squeaker. My apartment isn't too far from here, just help me carry it till we get there,” She said, gathering her things. 

“Damn… You have an apartment?” You asked. 

“Parents wanted me out of the house so badly that they bought me one,” She explained, a proud smirk on her face. 

“W-What? Why?” 

She looked you in the eye.

“I brought home too many boys for their liking,” She simply said, adding a wink at the end of her sentence. “Come on, Squeaker! Help me carry this damn guitar back so you can get home before midnight!”

You travelled a few streets down, Ryujin’s Bass slung over your shoulder as you followed her back to her apartment complex. The weight of the guitar made you understand the pain of actually needing to bring your own instrument from home. 

You made it back to her apartment. You knew her remark of getting you home by midnight was a lie when she pulled you in together with her.

“You can leave your shoes here,” She instructed, shutting her apartment door behind her. 

“I really don’t think I should be here…” You began. 

“Oh for fucks sake Squeaker. Stop being so nervous about everything!” She teased. 

You could only sigh and slide off your sneakers. Ryujin’s apartment was small but cosy, and surprisingly neat as well. She had all sorts of vintage posters decorating her walls, a couple of fairy lights adorning the window sill and a few photos on her shelves and cabinets. You spotted an amp in the corner of the room, and you figured that you should place the Bass Guitar down. 

“What can I fix you up with? Booze? Juice? Tea?” Ryujin asked, walking over to her fridge and opening it up. You headed over to the amp to set down her guitar.

“Tea sounds nice,” You said.

“Booze it is!” Ryujin called back.

“I said—Ah never mind…” You sighed, a gut feeling telling you that there was no point in arguing. 

After placing down her Bass, she invited you to have a seat on her couch. She had a few cans of beer in her arms that she set down on the coffee table. 

She cracked open two cans, handing one to you and taking one for herself before relaxing on her couch. You sat there rigidly, both hands on the cold can.

“Why are you so tense?” Ryujin questioned. “Am I making you nervous?” 

“N-No… I’m just… Jittery when it comes to new things and new people… It’s in my blood,” You explained. She smirked. 

“That’s why we have alcohol dude,” She reasoned, tapping the beer can in your hand. “Drink up, loosen up!” 

She clinked cans with you and guzzled down the entire can, shooting you a look that pressure you to do the same. You hesitantly raised the lip of the can to your mouth and tipped it back. The cold, icy and bitter beverage flowed into your mouth, burning your throat on its way down. 

“There you go, that’s the spirit!” Ryujin encouraged you as you gulped down what was left of the first can. Your outings with your platoon had built up your alcohol tolerance, but you still weren’t exactly the best when it came to alcohol. 

“Good job. Now have another can,” Ryujin said, cracking open two more cans and handing one to you. 

“I don’t think I should—”

“Just fucking fucking drink it.”

The second can turned into a third, and the third can into a fourth. By the fifth can, you were starting to get a little woozy, and you knew that you should stop. Ryujin however, seemed to be very against that. 

The sixth can went down easily, and the seventh even easier.

You didn’t know how it happened, but you somehow found yourself stripped down to your undies in Ryujin’s bedroom, furiously making out with her. Her tongue explored the insides of your mouth hungrily, the taste of beer still in her mouth. This entire day had been a trap, but you just didn’t know it. 

Her mouth left yours, a thin strand of saliva connecting the two of you as she gazed into your eyes. A smirk tugged up the corner of her lip as she slowly got down on her knees. Her sports bra supporting her bust gave you an excellent view of her plunging cleavage as she tugged down your boxers. Your cock sprung out from its restraints, twitching out in the open as Ryujin grasped a hold of it, slender fingers wrapping around your length as she pumped your cock. She licked her lips in delight. 

She wasted no time in wrapping her lips around your cock and taking you straight into the depths of her mouth. The eye contact she maintained with you almost drove you over the edge as she rocked back and forth, building a steady pace as she slurped on your dick. Her hands supported themselves on your thighs as she drove you deeper and deeper, the head of your cock poking the entrance to her throat. You couldn’t bear to keep watching her bob up and down your cock for too long, and you forced yourself to look up. The moans leaving your mouth kept coming in a steady stream, your hands finding themselves entangled in locks of Ryujin’s hair as the woman you just met yesterday devoured your shaft. Her tongue busied itself, swirling around your sensitive head and delivering occasional flicks to the underside of your member. She was clearly experienced in giving head. 

“Jesus Ryujin…” You managed to moan through the haze of your tipsiness and pleasure. Ryujin lets your cock pop out of her mouth, stroking your shaft—now slick with her saliva—with a corkscrew motion. 

“My mouth is good… But playing Bass over the years has made my hands even better,” She giggles. Her fingers grip your throbbing shaft tighter, her palm pressing into the underside as she forces you to watch her stroke you. She shifts the pressure to her pointer finger and thumb, squeezing the tip of your sensitive head. Your head whips back, your mouth opening wide to let out a soft sigh. 

“That’s it squeaker… Moan for me…” Ryujin encouraged, increasing the intensity of her hand’s assault on your penis. “Tell me how good my hand feels…”

“Fuck… It’s so damn good,” You hiss through your teeth. That smirk crosses her face again. 

“That’s what I thought…” She whispers. “But enough of this foreplay… I want this inside me.”

She lets go of your cock, a move that was both disappointing yet somehow relieving to you as she gets up on her feet. Ryujin makes quick work of her sports bra, tossing it into the growing pile of clothes before quickly pulling down her panties and kicking them away. You now knew what was hiding below that leather jacket…

It was safe to say that Ryujin could easily make a man throb just by looking at her body. Her curves were in all the right places, her snatched waist accentuating her figure and that round, plump ass looking ever so delectable. Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“Are you gonna keep fucking me with your eyes? Or are you gonna get over here and fuck me for real?” She asked. You didn’t need a second invitation to walk over and grip her waist firmly. Your cock pressed against her defined abs, the skin in contact with your slick dick glistening as traces of her own saliva are left on her. She gripped you by your cock and pulled you over to the bed, where she laid down on her back and spread her legs wide. The pink flesh of her glistening pussy was a sight to behold, her folds slick with her fluids and the insides of her thighs flushed with arousal. 

“You can eat me out another day,” She hissed, reading your thoughts. “Just put your cock in me and fuck me like an animal.”

While the former statement made you slightly disappointed, the latter was too appealing to be turned down. 

You were above Ryujin in a matter of seconds. Her hand held onto the base of your shaft, lining your head up with her entrance. Giving you the slightest of nods, you popped your hips and buried yourself inside her tight body, entering the Bassist for the first time. 

A sharp gasp left her lips, her legs wrapping around your waist. Her heels pushed you deeper into her tight little cunt, her slick warm walls gripping you firmly as she whispered into your ear.

“Fuck me.”

You weren’t sure where you found the strength in you, maybe it was the alcohol messing with you. You pounded Ryujin mercilessly, her body rocking violently with each thrust as her cute tits jiggled deliciously. The cries that left her mouth mixed well together with the background of skin slapping against skin. The squelch that came from your cock entering her over and over again was one of pure lewdness, akin to music in your ears. 

You found a steady pace, fucking Ryujin with long hard strokes. Her eyes widened with each entrance, a sigh and the occasional cuss leaving her mouth every time you drove yourself into her wet little pussy relentlessly. Ryujin was a beautiful mess beneath you, and she also seemed to be very vocal when she wasn’t mewling into your shoulder.  

“Oh fuck fuck fuck… That’s it… Squeaker… Fuck my little pussy…”

Her body bounced deliciously, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as her moans began increasing in intensity and volume. Her bed creaked in protest, rattling and shaking under the force of your thrusts. Ryujin dug her nails into your back, an outlet to release the pleasure that crashed into her body in rapid waves.

As much as you wanted to fuck Ryujin like this forever, her skillful foreplay mere minutes ago didn’t allow you to last too long inside the bliss that was Ryujin’s pussy.

“Ryujin… I’m… I’m gonna cum,” You grunted. She managed a smirk that quickly twisted into a lewd expression as he slammed back into her. 

“On me… Cum… On me…” She rasped. 

Your pace quickened, each breath you took becoming shallower and shallower as you pumped yourself furiously into Ryujin’s tight body. The pressure continued to build at the base of your cock, slowly working its way up from your tingling balls to the tip of your cock. A few thrusts later, you finally couldn’t take it and withdrew yourself out of Ryujin’s cunt. You furiously stroke your shaft with your right hand, and with one, two, three pumps, you explode onto Ryujin’s hot body. Her abs become the canvas for your load, hot bursts of semen painting her abdomen in ropes of white as your orgasm takes you. Your hand never stops stroking your cock, pushing out rope after rope of your seed as you empty yourself onto Ryujin. She sighs softly with each shot onto her, closing her eyes to savour the feel of your warm cum splattering her body. 

It takes you a while to recover from your high, but Ryujin was patient enough to wait for you, idly playing with the cum on her tummy as she watched you with a smirk. 

“Was… I that good?” She giggled. You managed a nod.

“Amazing…” You breathe. She sits up on the bed. 

“Then you’re in for round two of this amazing experience.”

She got up and bent herself over her desk.

Your still hard shaft throbbed at the sight of her round, plump ass protruded out and ready to be taken. 

“I want you to make me cum like this… And don’t you dare stop till I’m a screaming mess,” She hissed aggressively. 

Rejuvenated by her lewd words, you get up and take your position behind her. With an open palm, you deliver a slap to her right ass cheek, enjoying the sight of the plump flesh rippling from the impact. Ryujin clicks her tongue in annoyance.

“Quit playing with my ass and rail me Squeaker,” She growls. 

“Impatient are we?” You ask. She shoots you a glare. 

“When did you start talking so much?” She asked.

“When did you start being such a slut?” You fired back. 

“I’m not a slut,” She argued. 

“Then what are you?” You questioned. That seemed to make Ryujin think for a bit. 

You decided to use that window to surprise her. 

“I’m a—FUCK!” She screamed, her snarky response cut off by you penetrating her once more. She somehow felt even tighter in this position. 

“Got you,” You grinned, your cock throbbing inside her wet, slick heat. She glares at you and opens her mouth to try and say something, but her words turn into a moan when you slam back into her, the delicious flesh of her ass rippling as the base of your crotch makes contact with her juicy cheeks. 

“You have a great ass Ryujin,” You compliment her. 

“T-Thank you…” She manages. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

“As you wish,” You reply. 

Reaching forward, you grasp a palmful of her tits and give it a squeeze. She supports herself against her desk as you begin to rock her body once more, drilling yourself deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her moans fill the room, a delicious arc of her back forming as she tilts her head back to look you in the eyes.

“Pull… My hair…”

Happy to follow through with her request, you make a makeshift ponytail with a handful of her dark hair and yank back. She lets out a sharp gasp, her walls tightening as you clench your fist tighter around the lock of hair. 

“Yes yes yes yes…” She pants, eyes half lidded with pleasure as she struggles to grip the desk properly. Her walls were tightening around you by the second. 

You pull back harder on her hair, pulling her upright. You wrap one arm in front of her, pulling her towards you. Her back flushes against your chest, her eyelids snapping open as she makes eye contact with you. 

“I’m cumming… Oh god I’m fucking cumming…” She gasps, gripping your forearms in a vice grip. 

She continues to let unfiltered gasps leave her throat before she finally reaches her high. Like the beautiful mess she already was, she screams at the top of her lungs, her insides clenching onto your cock as she twitches in your arms. You fuck her relentlessly through her orgasm, chasing your own high as your sensitive member feel every pulse, every twitch of her freshly fucked pussy, your cock spearing her repeatedly. You fuck her twitching body like there was no tommorow, hips thrusting furiously till you hit your second orgasm for the night. 

Pulling your dick out just in time, resting it on her plump ass and stroking yourself to completion. Her butt glistens with your cum, some of the slimy, slick fluid sliding off the curve of her round bottom and dripping onto the floor. Your shaft glistens with your mixed juices. 

You both struggle to catch your breaths, panting against each other as you rest your head on Ryujin’s shoulder. 

“Tell… Tell no one about this… Got it?” Ryujin manages to pant after some time. You nod weakly against her, fully drained this time. She slips out of your arms and wraps a hand around your waist. 

“Come on… Squeaker… Looks like you’ll be crashing with me tonight…”

You didn’t have any energy to argue against her, so you join her in crashing into her mattress and settling in for the night. As sleep took over your body, you felt Ryujin cuddling up against you. 

“We… We’ll talk about this tomorrow…” She whispers. “Goodnight Squeaker.”

You managed a one-worded reply. 

“Night…”

Your eyelids flutter shut as you fall into the welcome arms of rest.

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What is popping. I’m not dead guys, I just don’t use tumblr as much (I swear I’ll try and be a little more active). Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this one and I apologise if it’s bad, I read through it once and decided: Eh... Fuck it, let’s post. Contemplating on making this a series if you guys like it enough. I suck at smut so I’m not too sure if this even has the quality to be a series but eh... I’ll leave it to democracy to decide if this is worthy enough. You guys let me know if you want to see this turn into a series.

Have a nice day :))

Also, Legend for some of the terms I used:

Squeaker: Newbie. I stole it from Whiplash lol.

Charts: Slang for sheet music. Also referred to as “Scores”

Snare: The goofy part of the drum set that gives you the funny “Kat” sound. I think google will explain it better. 

Tuning Key: Key that tunes. (Wow!!!)

Score stand: The thing that holds your sheet music

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Illumi's Wife pt2

ok so I wrote two of these for fun mostly and I had so many ideas and I hope everyone likes them Um warnings: nsfw so mdni, creampie, Illumi has a breeding kink duh, hisoka and Illumi are warnings in themselves so idk that's it ig

Hisoka first bc he's my favorite<3

It was Valentine's day. (Bare with me here plz)

Since you and Illumi had not been married long, this would be your very first Valentine's day with him.

Would.

If he had bothered to take the time to spend with you instead of going off on some mission.

That wasn't what made you mad, though. You were aware his job was demanding and would require him to miss things as you worked the same profession. However, he had all the opportunity to tell you instead of waiting till the very last minute after you set everything up to tell you he was already there.

'He didn't even say goodbye', You thought.

You wanted this to be special, instead you sat there on your kitchen counter eating the chocolate strawberries you had made for the two of you.

You played with the lacy outfit you were wearing, the hem of it was decorated nicely with diamonds and white lace.

You and Illumi had agreed upon waiting till marriage to do anything intimate, your wedding night was the first and only night you two had done anything, so you thought now that you were married you would surprise him and celebrate today together.

'No point in any of this now' you sighed to yourself.

After all the preparation you did too. Rose petals on the bed and through the hallway, chocolate covered strawberries, candle lighting, your hair all done up nice and the sexy red lingerie you had picked out just for this.

Just as you were about to give in to your disappointment there was a knock at the door.

You jumped up in surprise and hope. 'it must be Illumi, he was just trying to surprise me.'

But it wasn't Illumi.

It was Hisoka.

His hair was down and he adorned light eyeliner in contrast to his normal look. He was wearing a white dress shirt now with diamond earrings dangling from either side of his face. The top three or four buttons of his dress shirt were unbutton giving you a nice view if his chest even though you could practically see the red of it through his shirt.

"May I come in?" He looked you up and down while leaning on the doorframe.

"If you must." You replied huffing in disappointment.

"You look rather ravishing, my lady." He comments smugly while shutting the door behind him.

It dawned on you now that you had answered the door in your rather revealing lingerie in your desperate hope your husband would be on the other side. You gasped and covered yourself quickly throwing on you silky red house coat in an attempt.

It was rather useless, though. Hisoka could still see the lacy guarders wrapped around your thighs and the red thigh high stockings you were wearing.

"Why are you here, Hisoka?" You voice was stern and part of him couldn't help but almost buck at your words and harsh tone.

"Why, can't a man check on his favorite little wife while she's all alone?" He brought out a fake whimpering tone to emphasize fake somber.

You couldn't help but wonder what he sounded like we he was whimpering under you.

"Well if that's all you're here for then, I'm fine. Now you can leave."

"Aw, not so fast," he sauntered over to you. "I brought you a gift."

" I really can't except anything from you, you should give it to someone else."

"No, I bought it for you." He walked closer to you causing you to self-consciously take steps back the closer he got.

"I figured I might as well pick something up for you," closer.

"While I was in town," closer.

"Picking out your gift from Illumi." Closer.

Your back hit the wall but he didn't stop.

"You could at least except the one from him, right?" His breath fanned across your face and you were sure he could feel how fast your heart was beating from how close he was.

"I suppose." Your voice sounded weak and you almost didn't recognize the sound.

"Wonderful." He grinned and stepped back, only enough to draw out a small gift box from his pocket.

He placed it in your hands, purposefully grazing his fingers over your hand.

You opened the lid of the box, inside was a beautiful bright necklace with a shiny pink diamond pendant (or your favorite color diamond pendant)

"It's beautiful, I love it." You smiled and leaned towards Hisoka unknowingly.

You were looking up at him with genuine joy at something he picked out, the look in your eyes and the way your boobs slightly bounced at your movements was enough to distract him from what you were saying.

"Thank you Hisoka, it was quite sweet of you to pick this up for me."

"Ah well," he chuckled redirecting his attention back to your conversation. "Only the finest for such a fine lady."

He took a step closer now as his eyes met yours in a longing stare.

You stayed like that, who knows how long staring into each other's eyes before,

You really didn't know what got into you, maybe his looks or maybe his soothing voice and sultry eyes, but whatever it was it took control of your whole body.

You leaned forward and up, closing your eyes slowly and meeting his lips with yours.

He was startled at first, you could tell from his lack of movement and the gasp of air that came out of his mouth before he settled and kissed you back.

You knew this was wrong, kissing your husband's partner while he was away? Really what has gotten into you truly?

Hisoka tasted of strawberries and bubblegum, unsurprisingly. His lips moved in sync with yours finding a nice rhythm before he started to take control.

His hands moved from his sides to yours, caressing the silk wrapped around you.

"My god baby," he breathed out between kissing, "if I would have known you wanted me this bad I would have done something much sooner."

"Shut up." You practically whined into the kiss.

You could feel him smirk into the kiss as he cupped your waist with his big hands tighter.

He pushed further into the kiss, sliding his tongue out to lick your lips.

You groaned and he took the opportunity to slid his tongue into your mouth and atse every bit of you he could.

You of course fought for dominance, not wanting to give in to him and let him be in control so easily.

Quickly everything became slobbery and wet and your were moth moaning into each other's mouths.

"Hiso," you moaned breathlessly.

"I love the way you say my name." He groaned pushing one of your legs up against the wall so he could grind against you. "Say it again."

"Hisoka." You whines while he began slipping your housecoat off your shoulders and kissing down your neck. "Hisoka, please."

"So obedient." He grinned against your skin.

"Not here." You barely got out the words as you pointed towards the stairs, gesturing for your shared bedroom.

God, you couldn't even think about anyone else while his mouth was sucking on your neck and his arms held you flushed against his body carrying you away without stopping.

He set you on the kitchen and quickly removed your silk housecoat before you could even object.

"So pretty." He whined, biting the skin on your left shoulder. "Mine now."

You pushed back, grabbing hold of his pants and pulling them off.

You stood up trying to take control back, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling him closer by the collar.

After you had rid him of his pants and shirt you flipped the position, shoving him onto the the counter.

"Sit."

"So bossy~" He cooed.

You began sucking on his jaw and biting the spot on his neck you knew made Illumi almost cry out the one time you two did it.

It must have worked because as soon as you did and grabbed hold of your hips and slammed your hips into his.

You could feel how hard his dick was by the way it was poking into your thigh each time he bucked his hips into you.

You kissed down his neck, to his collarbones down to his chest and all the way down to his v-line. You left deep purple marks all over his body paying extra attention to his nipples and the spot where his hips connected to his torso.

It drove him insane everytime you flicked your tongue over his nipple and bit at the underside of his pec. He couldn't take much more of this.

You pulled at his boxers, giving his length enough room to spring out causing him to moan at the feeling.

Slowly you pumped at his erection, gradually picking up the speed.

"Fuck, baby." He hissed and you could see his knuckles turning white from gripping the counter.

You continued pumping his dick and spat into your hands, something Illumi has told you to do your first time.

You leaned down lowering yourself to your knees, giving his dick a kitten lick before wrapping your lips around the head.

Before your mouth had connected him you had thought to yourself,

' What a perfect way to tease him, after all the teasing he's done to me.'

Your eyes flashed up to his watching as his face contoured in shock when you pulled away stopping all the pleasure you were giving him.

"Damn it, you little bitch." His words were harsh but the tone in his voice and the look on his eyes gave away how much he actually enjoyed your teasing.

Shoving you away only to grab hold of your jaw and force you to look up at him.

He huffed out. "Did you really think you'd get away with that?"

Squeezed your jaw open and thrusted into your mouth fast, moaning loudly when his tip hit the back of your throat.

You gagged around him. He was much bigger than Illumi and harsher too.

His hand tangled itself in your hair and guided you up and down on his dick.

Your eyes remained locked on his watching the way his face contoured in pleasure with each thrust into your mouth.

His grip in your hair eventually loosened and his thrust became sloppier.

"I'm, I'm gonna," his breathing was loud and sound shaky. "Fuck."

You could tell by the way he twitched against your tongue he was close.

"May I come down your throat?"

His voice was sweet and thick, almost suffocating. You nodded the best you could.

Flicking a vein on the underside of his dick with your tongue proved to be his downfall as he came undone into your mouth.

He slid out and you opened your mouth showing him all the come in your mouth before swallowing and opening to show him it all gone.

"Good girl, you did so well." His words made your knees shake.

He took your hands in his and helped you stand up.

He turned you around with your back against the ledge of the counter and lifted you up where you were sitting on the counter top.

"So good." You huffed while he abused the side of your neck with his mouth, no doubt leaving hickeys over the already bruised skin.

His hands ran all down your body shedding you of your outfit, despite how much he loved seeing you in it.

"Might I repay the favor?" Hisoka asked, his mouth peppering kisses all down your stomach to your thighs.

"Yes please!" You couldn't even recognize your own voice through all the desperation in your voice.

You didn't have to tell him twice.

His face dived in-between your legs so fast it almost knocked the wind out of you. His nose bumped your clit as he licked a long stripe up your inner labia.

He sucked on your clit as his fingers danced across your folds. You cried out at his minstrations

Slowly he slipped a finger into you and you noticed his nails were clipped.

"What happened to your, oh, sharp nail-ls?"

"They're still sharp on the other hand." His eyes were dark staring up at you as he stopped sucking on your cunt to speak. "would you prefer I switch?"

"N-no I, I don't mind them s-short." You continued to whine and decided against speaking much more.

"Hisoka!" He thrusted his tongue into your sopping cunt and you hand immediately flew to his hair.

He only hummed against you in response, your stomach tightened and your toes curled.

"Hiso, I think I'm, I'm gonna," you couldn't get the words out before your legs involuntarily wrapped around his head and your head flew back at your orgasm.

That's what Hisoka was talking about.

Illumi had never made you feel like this. Sure being with Illumi was nice and you had willingly married him, this was what you were missing.

"Hisoka, I'm sorry I-" your breathing was erratic as Hisoka stood up from between your legs when you remembered you had almost suffocated him with your thighs.

"Don't be," He smiled licking the rest of your juices from his fingers. "I quite enjoyed that, especially since you couldn't control yourself."

Your face flushed red and you looked away.

"Love, you're so pretty when you get embarrassed." He cooed whispering into your ear. "Please, look at me."

Something about the way he almost whimpered 'please' drove you insane and you clenched around nothing.

"Hisoka?" He looked up at you with his hands resting on either side of you on the counter top. "Please fuck me."

His eyes widened momentarily at your boldness before his signature smirk returned and he positioned himself in-between your legs correctly.

"Who am I to deny such a sweet request?" He purred slamming into you, his tip kissing your cervix.

"Hisoka!"

"Yes?" His remained still allowing you to adjust before moving.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands found his shoulders, digging your nails into them and leaving red marks.

He waited patiently, no matter how much he wanted to move, before you nodded and he slowly pulled out to the tip.

He slammed his dick back into you before setting a delicious mix between deep, slow and fast, rough thrusts.

While he was thrusting into you he reached over behind you and grabbed something.

It was a chocolate strawberry from earlier, you watched as he licked it while continuing stuttering his hips into yours.

"Such a good little wife aren't you, making sweets and prettying yourself up just for him." He sped his hips up and you could feel his dick kiss your cervix. "Too bad he'll never get to see you like this again. Open wide love."

Before you could respond he shoved the strawberry into your mouth.

Your eyes rolled back in your head and your arms wrapped around Hisoka's neck, pulling him closer.

"Kiss me?" You pleaded, barely getting the words out through moans and grunts.

"Anything for you." He whined continuing to thrust into you.

That was all you needed to come entirely undone. Your eyes rolled back into your head and and your nails raked through Hisoka's back as you came.

Your walls clenched around set off his own release as he continued fucking into you and whining your name.

"Can I, come in, you?" His voice was shaking as he barely got the words out.

You nodded violently, still coming down from your high.

you sighed, your chest heaving and you head still spinning.

"Hisoka, so good." You muttered meekly.

"Yeah, but I'm far from down with you, love."

Hisoka could have me any way he wants tbh.

anyway next is Illumi. This might be a little repetitive if you read the Hisoka one but bare with me.

It was Valentine's day. (Again lol)

You and Illumi had made plans to spend it together as this was your first Valentine's as a married couple.

of course, he got called in for a job though. You knew his job as an assassin was extremely demanding, as you worked the same profession.

Still you got lonely on nights like these, sitting in his tee shirt with your lingerie underneath. You had picked out green lingerie (his favorite color obvs) just for him and now he wouldn't even get to see you in it tonight.

Yet, no one was more upset about missing tonight then Illumi.

"No I totally get it." Hisoka spoke through the phone and his voice flowed through Illumi's head. "I'd be mad too if I had to leave my hot wife alone on valentine's day for some job."

Hisoka was on obviously just trying to piss him off now.

"Say, if you'd like I could go check on her." Illumi didn't need to be face to face Hisoka to know he was wearing that signature smirk, he could hear it through the phone.

"That won't be necessary, I have a plan already." Illumi could already see your smile and was so ready to feel your arms wrap around him. "Although I might need your help a bit."

"Oh please do tell."

Meanwhile you sat watching TV and eating the chocolate strawberries you had made earlier for you and Illumi.

There was a knock at the door and you debated ignoring it.

'who could be knocking this late?'

Deciding whoever it was, must have a good reason for knocking so late you answered.

Boy were you glad too. There stood Illumi all dolled up just for you.

"I thought you had work?" You queried.

"Don't worry, it's being taken care if."

Boy what Illumi wouldn't pay to see the look on Chrollo's face when Hisoka struts in instead of him.

Illumi wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "I really like it when you wear my clothes."

"Oh yeah?" You sighed looking down at your attire.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head before leaning down (or up if you're tall) to kiss your lips.

It wasn't long before Illumi had you bent over the kitchen counter whining out his name.

"Lumi, Lumi too, much. Please!"

"Please what dear? Use your words." His voice was stern but you could hear the raspy whine from where he was close.

"Please, slow down." You were so close.

He only sped up, he knew you were close and knew how to please you while you were under him screaming.

You pulled his long hair, his chest meeting your back as he continued to slam you against the counter.

"fuck, more please!" You screamed, glad you didn't have to worry about neighbors considering where you live.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Illumi's hands caressed all down you sides, delicate fingers digging into your flesh. "Wanna fill you up with my babies."

Your walls clenched around him involuntarily and you whined when his dick poked into your cervix.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, dirty girl"

"Yes Illu, please I want your babies!"

He grabbed your waist and shoved himself as deep as he could, sure to leave bruises and came deep inside of you.

"Maybe that'll keep Hisoka away from you, huh?"

You were speechless, panting and still bent over the kitchen counter.

Illumi leaned over and kissed you lovingly.

Omg sorry that was so short I just kinda wanna hurry up and finish this

[rosestarlightkatarina]

The night.

Donna Beneviento x reader

This one is all about fluff and sleepy atmosphere

I hope you enjoy🖤🌙

No doubt today is a way too harsh on you. Everything is out of hand and it makes you feel even more exhausted. But the most frustrating thing is that you don’t have any chances to meet the doll maker, let alone a little talk to her. She acts more like a pretty ghost in a pretty old house and you try to copy this behavior. Expect Angie. The only one thing you have to do for being the reason of her laugh or anger is breathing. Even sleeping isn’t always a good cause for her to stop. You must be more creative than that. But you two seem to get along recently. It’s actually a miracle how you are still alive. Consider yourself lucky. However some horrible questions about their true intentions come to your head every night. And the only one person, who knows the answer, is ignoring your existence, preferring the company of her own. Except Angie, of course. When the sun hides behind the waterfall, the owner of the manor comes from somewhere, takes her continuously chatting feral creature and disappears. You can swear she has some teleportation skills. For one moment you could say she was an illusion or a fever dream of yours. But there was always Angie with her bites to make you deny these thoughts swiftly. Still your various assumptions are never gone. This night does not differ from the others. Eyes are shut but mind is overwhelmed. Thus, after some useless attempts to fall asleep, you find yourself wandering around the empty house until you see the dim light coming from the slightly open door. The curiosity wins so you have no choice but come a little closer on your tiptoes. Behind the crack there is your lady, painting a little porcelain face, all alone. Just her and soft sound of creating a new friend. Something about this view makes you stay, watching her work quietly. That’s impolite to stare you think when it’s too late. Unfortunately, the period of time is long enough to get noticed by her. Now you are caught and there is no way back. You have to speak.

"My lady, I apologise for interrupting you. I didn’t mean anything bad. I have an insomnia. Please may I stay here? Just for a little while." You say that so fast as if you are ready to get killed for your audacity. But the slight nod is the only response you have.

You hoped for this reaction but wasn’t really prepared. So you just froze for a few seconds before finally making your way through the room, looking at its beautifully arranged furniture. Still something, without any sign of mercy, is beckoning you to come to her as closer as possible. Besides, the is always a chance for you not to see the tomorrow morning. So you just decided to use all of your carriage to keep this opportunity. You slowly got down on the floor next to her, waiting for any sign of her disapproval to run away and blame yourself for such a stupid behavior for the rest of your life. You don’t know exactly what you are doing. It’s really hard to use the brains when every part of your soul is screaming inside you. Fortunately and scarily, she didn’t show any urge to stop you. You just closed your eyes, leaning your cheek to her dress to feel the soft material caressing your face. Every little thing about this woman is soothing and cosy. You can’t help this atmosphere wrapping you up in its embrace. You have been waiting for these minutes for too long that it almost makes you cry in relief. You feel like you’re in heaven and it suits your thoughts of being probably already dead just fine. It’s like being asleep and you look exactly this way when her fingers runs through your locks. Your heart is about to fly away from the chest but you don’t dare to move, relishing the soft touch. It would be unforgivable to scare this precious moment off. She keeps gently stroking your hair, sometimes drawing circles and flowers on the top of your head. You do your best not to tremble and pretend to sleep. But after half an hour it is not an acting anymore. You don’t realise how tired you are so…you wake up. In your bed. In your room. Is it just another dream? Who knows. Well, only the one may know.

[makosworld]

Corporate Struggles

╰┈➤ hobie brown x gn!reader

Synopsys: rockstar!hobie is struggling; he comes to Walmart for a new job where you work. ~1.8k words Notes/warnings: pet names for the reader. he’s taller than the reader. maybe ooc?

On your regular Monday afternoon, you clock into your shift at Walmart. "8:01 am, good enough." You mutter, walking to the back, where you're assigned to be taking items from, so you can shelve them, where needed. Suddenly, a shockingly tall man bumps into you.

“Ah- sorry, mate, oh- wait, you work here, right?” He says gesturing to your obvious Walmart uniform.

“Yeah, I do, how can I help ya?"

“Well, I’m in need of a job, whole rockstar deal ain’t working out for me too well, ya see.” He tells you, leaning down slightly to face you better.

“Oh, that sucks mate, but yeah I could lead you over to someone to get you an application and all, shouldn’t be too difficult to land a job here, I don’t think.” You reply, gesturing at him to follow you with your hand.

He follows, “Thank you, doll, I appreciate the help.”

Although you’re a bit flustered at the pet name, you keep your cool, “It’s nothing really, don’t worry about it!” Leading him over to the manager’s office, you open the door and greet the lady working there. “Hey Janet, I have this guy who would like to get a job here.”

“Sure thing, come in both of you,” she greets leading you two to take a seat on the chairs facing her desk. She conducts a normal questionnaire, Hobie answering her questions and you feeling like you should probably leave, but not doing so because you feel it’s too awkward at this point. After finishing up her questionnaire, “Alright, you seem a good fit to work with us, just fill out this information form and you’ll be set to come in to work tomorrow!” she says to Hobie. “And thank you for helping Hobie here find me, y/n.”

“It’s no problem, Janet,” you reply.

Hobie interjects, “Hold on, I can come in tomorrow, that soon?”

“Yup! You see we’re a little short staffed, so the extra hand is needed as soon as possible.” Janet replies a little sheepishly.

“Well, thanks. I’m... looking forward to it.” Hobie says beginning to make his way out the door.

Following him you give him your goodbyes, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, I s’pose.”

“Ughh, yeah I guess so…” he grumbles in a voice stark in comparison to his cheery tone earlier.

“Ay, not to excited for work tomorrow, I take it?”

“No, of course not. I’m devastated that I have to turn to the point of working for a capitalistic system like Walmart...” The very name seemingly giving him shivers down his spine. “I really didn’t want it to come to something like this. But I’m left with no other option, with the bastard cops shutting down all my concerts, and background checks… getting in the way of most other jobs, it seems that the corporate society we live in has won once again. Landing me at Walmart, the only place they’ve left that I can turn to to get a couple bucks, so I don’t starve to death.” He, to some, rambles incoherently, but you understand his words and can relate in some ways to his struggles, even though you’re not a rockstar, like he apparently is.

“I understand the struggle, mate-”

“-Hobie, you can just call me Hobie, unless you prefer love, of course.” He cuts you off. “And I understand that it may be tough dealing with this harsh reality that I face, at least there’s a pretty face to keep me some company.” He says, and this time looking up at him, you can see the playful look coming onto his features, as he speaks, smirking down at you. Before you can get a word in, he starts, “Well, I’ll be off now, see you tomorrow!” he calls walking away.

‘That was odd,’ you think to yourself, but continue on your day, like a good little corporate worker, anyways.

…

You come in 30 minutes early to work the next day, via orders from your boss, who decided that you would be perfect to help situate Hobie to his new job. ‘He’s hot though, so I’m not too upset about the loss of some sleep, I guess,’ you think to yourself.

“’Ello, doll, pleasure seeing you here, today.” Hobie says coming over to you, in his casual attire.

‘Speak of the devil.’ You speak, “Hey, Hobie, come with me; I’ll show you to the employee changing room to get you a new uniform, and all.” Walking to the back, you lead him into the room and pick up his uniform shirt and vest. Turning to hand them to him, you see him there, looking at you, shirtless. “W- what are you doing,” you ask, dumbfounded, staring at his exposed torso.

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’ I’m going to change. Isn’t that what we came back here for?” He asks you, tilting an eyebrow up.

“Um- I s’pose so. Yeah, here, go ahead. I was just thinking you would’ve liked to change in the bathroom or something,” you tell him trying to avoid staring at his lean chest, and slutty little waist.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, doll. I don’t mind letting a cutie like you ogle at my handsome build.” He says, giggling a bit at his own words. He puts on the shirt and vest, “Alright, whadya think, sugar?”

“You look perfectly ready to labor away for the big-name corporations,” you reply with a smirk.

…

You’ve introduced him to most of the back machinery, and how to do the job and he’s actually pretty helpful. Leaning up to place something onto the tallest shelf, you swear you could’ve reached it (maybe with some climbing if you’re short.) But Hobie decides otherwise, plucking the can from your hand, to lean against your back and place it at the top of a stack. Looking up you can see that he’s at eye level with the shelf. “Ahm… um.. thank you,” you mumble out, looing away from him, who hasn’t moved from his spot behind you.

Leaning down into your ear, he knows, he whispers, “I don’t mind, doll. You can always ask for my help.” He pulls back and continues on with his job, a barely noticeable smirk playing on his features.

‘Finding love at Walmart? Wild, typa shit you only find in fanfics. Haha.” Pushing aside the thought, you continue stocking the shelves.

…

You get home after another day of work, tired as you usually are. Throwing your stuff where it goes, you strip down and change into some cute pajamas. You heat up a pizza and sit down to eat it. Your window is open, and you admire the view outside your apartment. Spider-punk passes by- wait what? You hop up to look outside your window and see Spider-punk, in-the-flesh. He’s fighting some... thing and you can only watch as he finishes up a battle with it and throws it through some kinda portal. ‘It’s him. It’s spider-punk I gotta say hi.’ “HEY, SPIDER-PUNK!” You yell out your window and he actually hears you, to your surprise. ’He must have some super hearing power or something. Oh, he’s coming over here, omg.’

Spider-punk comes over to your window and flinches with what seems like surprise at seeing you, it’s hard to tell with the mask. “’Ello, love, fan of mine I see?” He asks in a teasing tone.

‘He sounds familiar,’ but you brush it off because that’s not too important right now. “Yeah! You’re amazing! I really appreciate all the good you do for our communities, you’re a hero,” you all but gush to him.

“I’m glad to know someone so pretty appreciates my work, although I’m not a hero, calling myself a hero would only be self-absorbed and narcissistic.”

“Well, you’re a hero to me,” you tell him. Noticing him glance down at your pajamas for a few moments too long and you look down, realizing your current choice of attire. You’re only wearing some tiny, mildly revealing, pajamas. “Oh- sorry, I was going to head to bed soon,” you bashfully mention, gesturing to your pajamas.

“Don’t apologize, who said I don’t appreciate the view,” he says sending you a wink. You try to stumble out a response, but he stops you. “Listen, love, you’re very cute. And you’ve got a charming vibe to ya. How ‘bout you let me come inside?” Sensing he wanted more than to share your heat up pizza, you couldn’t say you didn’t feel the same. You nodded and gestured at him to come inside.

He looks around, “Nice place you got here, doll.”

“Thank-“

“Listen I have to tell you something.” He interrupts you. He pulls off his mask letting his hair and face be revealed.

That’s… “Hobie? Like new Walmart co-worker, Hobie?”

“Yes, sadly that’s me. You see with the whole Spiderman thing I’ve been too busy and had to cancel too many of my shows or just had to downright flake on everyone, to the point where no one really shows up anymore. And I can’t blame them as I’ve been a shitty wannabe rockstar lately, but I’ve just got no time for both jobs. But Miguel, that ass, has been refusing to pay me for my Spiderman stuff. Saying some, ‘the real reward of this job is knowing you help people.’ Well obviously, but we live in this capitalistic society, and I need food to survive. And the part about my record is true, cause I’ve tried to get by stealing from these corporations but they’ve caught onto me. The hair is a little too easy to recognize,” he stumbles to a stop. “Sorry for goin’ on and on but I kinda needed to get that off my chest.” He finishes his monologue and looks up at you seemingly a little embarrassed.

Not knowing how to comfort him you open your arms to him for a hug. “Seems like you’ve had quite a bit going on, and I’m not so great with comforting but, uh, do you want a hug?” He smiles at your words and wraps his arms around your shoulders and you around his waist. He’s pretty tall so he puts his head on top of yours and you stay like that for a bit. “Hobie,” you whisper not wanting to ruin the moment. “Want to move to the couch, um, or my bed if you want?”

“That’d be nice,” he mumbles into your hair letting you lead him. He didn’t specify where he’d prefer, but saying as he���s so tall it may be best to go to your bed. You shuffle over there, still hugging him, when your legs hit the side of the bed. Before you can move to climb onto it, Hobie picks you up and places you on the mattress. He climbs up on top of you and snuggles his head into your shoulder. Not long after, you can hear him snoring. Hugging him tighter you begin to drift off as well to the comfort of cuddling with Hobie Brown.

[cupidsdolll]

[22K] PART TWO OF TWO

whiplash behavioral change, more tutoring sessions filled with tension, some smut, arguing in the rain, groveling.

When you are young, they assume you know nothing

You woke up to a pounding in your head, the pain throbbing as you sat up in your bed. You rub your eyes and turn your head, spotting the small bottle of pain relievers and a cup of water that sits on your bedside table. You don't remember setting that out before you set out for Leya’s house, in fact you can’t even remember what all happened last night.

You know that you danced with Leya, had a couple of drinks, and you might’ve talked to Steve for a brief moment but everything else is a blur inside of your tired and hungover brain. You can’t stop the yawn that escapes through your lips, so you stretch your arms over your head and stand up. You can’t help but to frown at the feel of the cold wooden floor against your bare feet, so you shuffle across the room to your dresser and quickly open a drawer and grab the first pair of socks that you can see.

You make your bed, your eyes squinting against the harsh sun rays that beam through your bedroom window onto your face. After you’re through, you grab your phone and hiss at the intensity of the brightness, so you quickly turn it down so you can check your notifications. You can see several messages and a couple missed calls from Leya, the texts express how sorry she is about leaving you and how worried she was when she couldn’t find you - it’s repetitive really, the same wording just different ways of putting them together. You can also see several other irrelevant notifications as your thumb scrolls down the list before you spot a singular message from Steve simply reminding you of their study session today.

You can’t help but to furrow your eyebrows at that, he’s never been one to care so why would it matter for you to remember their session? You simply respond with an ‘ok’ before you’re back at your dresser, quickly grabbing a pair of light washed skinny jeans and a gray sweater so you can get dressed. Quickly doing your hair and throwing back the pain pills and chasing it with the water before you’re on the way out the door.

The sun shines bright against your eyes and you frown as you step out of the house and onto your bike. You gently remove the cord locking your bike in place and put it in your tote bag and push your bike forward. You begin to pedal your way down the street, smiling politely at the passerby and little kids. Your head is killing you with every movement and light and you can’t help but to frown mentally before you stop at a small grocery store, parking your bike in front and not bothering to tie it down. You quickly walk inside and greet the lady standing there, flashing her as warm of a smile as you can manage and heading to the juice aisle.

You quickly grab a small bottle of orange juice and head to the register, smiling at the lady checking you out and handing her the money. You’re in and out of the store in less than five minutes, eager to get this day over with and to be in your bed as soon as possible. So you hop back on your bike and begin your journey to your school once more. The breeze fanning through your hair and on the few exposed parts of skin brings you a sense of peace,

You can’t help but to smile against the breeze as the trees and buildings pass you by as you pedal her way down the street. Your head doesn’t seem to hurt as bad, the throbbing has dulled and you can’t help but to smile as you remember to thank Steve if he’s the one that took you home. You can make out the school’s silhouette beginning to form in the distance so you pedal faster.

————

You’re walking out of your third period class, your hand massaging your forehead softly from all the lights and loud talking that surrounded you. The chatter that fills the halls does nothing to ease your headache either, it’s not as loud but loud enough to make you groan in response as you shut your eyes tightly.

“Hey babes, I don’t think that’ll ease the headache or make it go away.” You shake your head and open your eyes only to be greeted with your best friend's face in front of you.

“I know it won’t, Leya. I knew playing with you was a bad idea.” There’s a playful tone in your voice to show you’re not upset.

Leya shakes her head with a small smile on her lips.

“Yeah yeah, I’m sure it was so horrible. Pretty sure that’s the most fun I’ve seen you having and the most carefree ever. I don’t regret it. But I am sorry for leaving, I saw you go to the bar and I figured it’d be okay for a couple minutes. You could’ve gotten me and I would’ve taken you home!” You can’t help but to smile softly at your best friend before resting your hand on her shoulder.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to leave me, I’m a little upset but I’ll get over it. I got home safely and you did too, that’s all that matters.” Leya can’t help but to shake her head gently and she frowns.

You know Leya’s blaming herself for last night so you wrap her in a tight hug.

“Steve took me home, I’m okay. Don’t beat yourself up. I’m the one who left you, so it’s on me. We’re good, I’m mostly upset at myself honestly.” You chuckle softly at your best friend’s shocked expression.

“You mean Steve that despises your existence, that Steve? He took you home?” You nod your head and Leya smiles really big as she wiggles her eyebrows at the girl.

“Not a big deal! I was pretty far gone, it was just human decency. Let’s get to class before you make me late.” You say and begin to make your way forward, attempting to change the topic or avoid the whole Steve situation in general.

The chatter of the students still lingering in the hallways fade from your focus, slowly becoming just a faint background noise to the two girls. You know that you can’t avoid this topic forever and that your friend’s bound to bring it up sooner than you’d like, but you just want a sense of normalcy as of right now. The air inside the school is cold against the back of your neck causing goosebumps to rise in its wake, you can see the different groups mingle together in the hallways as they make the most of the time before the bell rings. The bright fluorescent lights reflect on the tiled floor as they travel down the hall, arms brushing against one another before Leya gingerly intertwines their hands together and begins to swing their conjoined hands.

As they walk hand in hand, You see no sign of Steve in the halls nor can you hear him, his distinctive loud voice isn’t booming in the halls which is concerning given the fact that he made sure to remind you of their study session, so why can’t you find a hint of him being at school? You’re not actively looking for him, there’s no reason for you to be. It’s just gotten normal for you to hear his laugh from down the hallway or to see his figure leaning against a locker as he kisses whatever girl he’s managed to catch for the day. You’ve become so used to his banters and smart remarks that it’s strange to walk down the crowded halls and have him not be a part of it.

You’re so in your head about the absence of Steve that you don’t realize Leya’s stopped a little ways behind you until you bump shoulders with another student and mumbles a soft ‘excuse me’ and turns around to scold your friend for not letting you know. You’re met with an amused smile resting on your friend’s lips as she attempts to hold back her laughter. You shake your head at yourself as you make your way back over to your friend. You keep your head down to avoid all the eyes watching you knowing you missed the door to your classroom.

“Daydreaming again?” Leya asks with amusement laced in her voice, the smile never leaving her lips while you fight back an embarrassed smile.

“Fuck off Leya. I wasn’t daydreaming, just wasn’t paying attention.” The same amusement is in your tone as well, indicating you’re not upset with the girl in front of you. They both giggle as they wrap each other in their arms, sharing a brief hug before Leya departs with a soft kiss to your temple and waving you goodbye.

As you walk into your fourth period class, you can’t stop your eyes from wandering over all of the chairs as you head towards an empty chair near the middle of the classroom. The teacher greets you with a polite smile and you wave as you reciprocate the smile.

You drew stars around my scars

The day passes rather quickly for you as you walk out of your last class of the day, clutching your tote bag strap that rests on your shoulder and the gray fabric bumps against your hip with every step you make as you head down the very crowded hallway, weaving through the groups of students stopped in the hallway making idle conversation with their friends and the various teachers standing in front of their doors yelling at said students to go home. You can’t help but to feel a bubble of nervousness begin to form in the pit of your stomach and worm it’s way to your chest and the idea of you and Steve being in close proximity of each other after whatever happened between them last night, the memories of the night before are still a blur in your head.

Your legs carry you outside of the school building and to the right, passing a very small group of students huddled together talking amongst themselves with low voices, the few straggles of flowers littering the grass surrounding the school and you can’t help your eyes from wandering to them as you pass, a soft smile placed on your lips from the beauty of each individual flower. The sun shines bright in the sky, the warm rays shining through the leaves in the trees and warms your face as you pass through.

You walk up the steps and through the tall glass door, inhaling deeply and smiling as the smell of old books and is that a hint of vanilla you smell? You shrug it off slightly before making your way to the back of the building to your designated table, away from prying ears and eyes but not hidden enough to cause suspicion from the librarian. The air inside of the building is cold thanks to the air conditioning running full blast to battle the warmer weather outside and you’re grateful for your choice of clothing for the day.

You set your tote bag on the back of the chair and pull your new worksheets, your books and your binder full of paper out and place them on the table, setting them in order of what you’ll use the most. You grab your phone and check the time, you’re only a couple of minutes earlier than the time you arrived last time and if you know Steve, he’s gonna be late as always so in order to pass the time you quickly get up to walk around the library and grab a copy of Pride and Prejudice from the shelves and make your way back to your table. Once you’re fully settled and as comfortable as you can manage in the wooden chair, you open the book and begin to read.

It seems no matter how many times you read this book, it never gets boring. You’ve gotten so into the book that you’ve managed to read a good chunk of the book as a couple stray tears have fallen down your cheeks, you sniffle as you wipe them with your sleeve. You figure you’ve read enough so you begin to close the book and grab your phone to check the time when you hear his voice behind you.

“Sorry m’late.” You can’t help but to jump slightly with his voice so near to your ear, you can hear him chuckle slightly as you turn around to face him.

It’s as if seeing his face brings back every second of last night, flashbacks whirs through your brain at a fast pace and you can’t help the heat that rushes to your cheeks. Images of you dancing with Leya, the drink challenge, the bartender that was clearly flirting with you, losing Leya, Steve helping you find your best friend, him taking you home after finding out Leya was hooking up with some guy, you calling Steve pretty- oh this is bad, this is really fucking bad- and the accidental kiss. You quickly turn your head to face in front of you, you’re sure your face is as hot as the sun and you feel hot all over. You’re embarrassed and you can’t believe yourself. He sits down beside you and he can’t help his gaze from peeking over to you and he has to bite back a laugh.

“Everything ok?” He says your name so casually, and you can’t decide if you want him to never speak again or to say your name for hours.

“Y’look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He replies as his eyes roam over your face. It’s your turn to be the quiet one, you can only hum in agreement, your gaze never refusing to leave the middle of the wall. He slides a bottle of orange juice over to you, just close enough to catch your attention. He watches as you tense up with his hand growing closer and he shakes his head.

“Figured y’might need it, it helps with hangovers - at least it did with mine.” You can only nod in response and he chuckles.

It’s almost as if a switch has flipped overnight because the Steve that’s sitting next to you is not the one you’ve been dealing with for years and you’re unable to figure out how to go about this, you can’t help but to bite your bottom lip nervously as you turn your gaze to the worksheets in front of you.

“Thought I was supposed to be the one that’s quiet. Are you okay? If we need to do this another-” He’s interrupted by you turning your gaze to him and clearing your throat.

“We.. We kissed. You were.. you’re being nice to me and I’m just confused and nervous and just ugh.” He shakes his head at you and runs his head through his brown locks.

“Yea no big deal though, you were shitfaced and didn’t need anything happening to you before my exams. You gotta make sure I pass so I can get the hell outta here.” He smiles softly before leaning over to look at the worksheets. You shake your head and you can’t help the frown beginning to form on your lips and the furrow that appears in between your eyebrows.

You can’t stop wondering why he isn’t upset or at least worried about it, he’s always been so big on the fact that he doesn’t like you so why isn’t this a big deal to him. Why doesn’t this matter to him as much as it matters to you?

“Get out of your head. I promise it’s not gonna change anything, it’s done. It’s in the past, now aren’t these the same sheets we did last time?” Your head is swimming with all of the flashbacks and the quick whiplash from Steve’s behavioral change. You sigh and shake your head to try to rid the thoughts in your head so you can focus.

You push the worksheets closer to Steve with a small smile.

“They are the same for the first half, I want to see if you actually paid attention and did some work after you left.” Steve frowns and scoffs at that before the corners of his mouth begin to tug upwards and he covers his mouth with his hands, your eyes can’t help but to stare at the new ring on his finger. It’s nothing special and really shouldn’t matter to you but something just draws your attention, you can make out a glimpse of some small letters engraved in cursive on the silver ring. Steve catches your gaze and removes his hand and clears his throat.

“In your words exactly, the only way to pass this test is for me to actually work with you, unless you wanna do it all for me and I just study it.” His voice has taken the same playful tone from last night and you can’t help the blood that rushed to your cheeks at the seemingly painful reminder.

You tilt your head down in an attempt to shield your face from Steve’s gaze and you can hear him chuckle softly from beside you.

“You have to do the work, it won’t do you any good just to memorize anything. You’ll never actually learn anything.” You shake your head softly, your gaze still focused on the table as you speak. The air has changed, it’s charged with awkward tension - the electric kind that’s hard to ignore for long periods of time. The one that feels as if it’s burning your skin, the silence is deafening between them.

“Outta your head now, c’mon. Do we need to reschedule?” His voice is quiet, much softer than you’re used to, it almost resembles the way he spoke to you just last night, and it only makes it worse, you shake your head softly before tilting your head back up to look at him.

You can’t help but to gaze into his mocha brown eyes, mapping out every detail of his face - the way his eyelashes brush against his cheeks, the brown irises and his soft pink lips. You clear your throat because you can’t allow yourself to be thinking of him like that, at the end of the day he’s still him and you know that he hasn’t changed at all. As much as you wish this could be the new normal, you highly doubt he’s magically changed overnight. You then turn your focus to the worksheets and open the textbook to the correct page, the soft crinkling of the pages as you flip through them fills the space between them.

Once you’re fully settled, you turn your gaze back to Steve and smile softly.

“Do you think you can do this worksheet for me? Just don’t wanna go over anything you already have.” Your voice is quiet, just above a whisper as you speak as if you’re sharing a secret and he shrugs.

“Y’got a pen?” You nod before reaching one arm into your tote bag and blindly searches for a pen. It takes a couple of seconds before you finally pull one out and hand it to him. He takes the one from you and frowns at the small shock that happens between their fingertips as they graze one another. He chooses to slide his seat just a little bit away from you - he needs space from whatever weird energy is it that’s filling the air surrounding them, before he tilts his head down and brings the pencil to the paper.

He exhales briefly before beginning to write out the answers, some coming to him quickly while others he struggles to remember what the book says. The faint sound of pencil scratching against the paper mixes in with the sound of the air conditioning blowing and the soft whispers as their peers communicate about projects and books, he can’t help but to sneak a glance over to you just to find that you’re already looking at him. He averts his gaze quickly and back to the paper, a frown beginning to form on his lips in response. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, the urge to actually do something is stronger than him causing him to willingly do what you say.

Once he’s done, he slides the paper back to you and keeps his gaze on the paper. He can barely make out the outline of your fingers pulling the sheet of paper back to you in the corner of his eye and his frown deepens. The silence has grown even louder, it’s banging against their shoulders with every passing moment. You swear you can hear the sound of your own heart beating in your chest.

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Steve’s not sure how he ended up here inside of your bedroom but he silently thanks whoever made it happen. Their study sessions have become more frequent, instead of once a week they’ve grown to meeting every day. Steve will bring you a drink and maybe a snack if he’s feeling oh so generous, they’ll sit in the library at the same table and go over their worksheets for at least an hour minimum.

He remembers how bashful and shy you were when you voiced the suggestion that they spend their last day of sessions at your place, and how you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze at the playful tone in his voice as he implied that the only reason you wanted that was so you could stare at him and ogle how ‘pretty’ he was. That wasn’t true, you knew deep down it wasn’t the reason, but you also didn’t know the reason as to why you even thought about it to begin with.

He can’t help but to allow his gaze to wander over all of your belongings placed meticulously in your room. The various posters and Polaroids taped onto the wall, the sheer white curtains frame your window doing very little to shade the sun rays flowing into your room. The room hasn’t changed at all from Steve’s memory and he chuckles at the realization that you’re not one for big changes, it shocks him that you accepted his change so quickly. But he shakes his head as he heads to the bed where you’re already sitting. He sits beside you, knees barely touching as you pull your tote bag onto your lap and pulls out the stuff you need.

Steve pulls out his phone and scrolls on it, aimlessly replying back to any missed text messages as he waits. He ends up playing music much louder than needed and he can’t help but to chuckle at the frown forming on your lips. Out of spite he manages to turn the music up even louder, causing your frown to deepen and a furrow to begin creasing in between your eyebrows.

“Steve, can you turn it down? I’ve got everything ready.” He laughs as he shakes his head.

“No can do lala.” A big smile sits on his face as he yells over the music, voice booming against the walls and you can’t help but to cover your ears at the amount of loud noises flooding your ears. Steve chuckles at the sight of you covering your ears and lips pursed into a pout, your stance reminding him of his younger years and he laughs.

“S’not that loud! C’mon you big baby.” He says as his thumb pressed against the volume button, the music slowly lowering until he finally grabs your wrists and pulls them down.

He mocks your pout before breaking into a smile, teeth showcased and dimples prominent as he stares at you. You shake your head and yank your arms away, hoping Steve won’t take note of the way your lips fight away a smile. You grab your binder from beside you and hand Steve the textbook. You watch as he takes the textbook as he grumbles under his breath how unfair all this is and how he can’t wait for it to be over. You can’t help but to smile softly at his behavior as you grab your own pen and hand one to him.

They begin their session, you’ll read one of the questions from the worksheet and Steve will mumble an answer either one he knows or he’ll search for the answer in the book. You start off by just going over what they discussed the last time they studied like normal, giving him small praises whenever he gets something correct and he only grumbles and huff in response - he thinks you’re acting as if he’s a little boy learning how to talk for the first time but he can’t help the small flutter in his chest with every praise and compliment that falls from your lips.

Baby, kiss it better

The silence has grown comfortable but there’s still that electric tension lingering in between them and it only grows worse the longer they continue. Steve finds new ways to annoy you whether it’s him purposely telling the wrong answers, searching through your books and pictures littered around your room, or his personal favorite using his phone during the session.

He’s currently scrolling through Instagram, laughing ever so often at whatever post he found funny while music blares from his speaker. The textbook in his lap is long forgotten because he wanted to be done an hour ago, but you apparently have other plans.

“Steve! Come on, I’ve given you your break and let go on far longer than you asked for, it’s time to get back to work.” You groan as you wave your hand in front of his phone screen.

“Now, you’re not being a very good host. I don’t think burning me out would help me learn anything.” He chuckles when he sees you roll your eyes in his peripheral vision.

“Burnt out? Seriously? There’s no way, we’ve only been actually studying for like an hour which is usually how long ours last. We’re literally almost done! You were doing so well.” You almost whine out the last sentence, your frustration seeping into your words at the boy. He can’t help the laugh that escapes through his lips at your antics, he feels as if you’re being dramatic about all of this.

He rolls his eyes playfully before beginning to speak again.

“Yes, seriously, plus we’ve been at this for two hours actually. You should do the same. Relax, take a moment to breathe.” You frown as you shake your head, your hair brushing against the nape of your neck.

“I do relax Harrington. I just don’t do it whenever I actually need to get something done.” He nudges your shoulder, not moving afterwards until a couple seconds later and he swears he can hear your breath hitch.

“You know what you need?” His tone has taken a softer approach and he chuckles mentally at the sight of goosebumps appearing on your skin as you hum softly.

“You’re always so uptight, so dedicated… you stress yourself out by doing so much all day. You need to release the stress.” He slowly moves closer, his knee touching yours and his voice directly in your ear and he watches as you shiver slightly.

“I.. I do release the stress, and besides… it’s none of your business what I choose to do in my free time anyways..” Your voice trails off as you feel his nose skimming up the expanse of your throat.

“Y’wanna know my favorite way of releasing the stress?” His voice has dropped slightly and before you can even think about it, you nod in response, a slight flutter beginning to form in the pit of your stomach.

“Sex.. or if I’m not able to, I’ll touch myself. Works every time. When’s the last time you let yourself feel good?” His voice is honey to your ears, the slight rasp causing wetness to begin to form in your panties.

Your eyes flutter shut when his lips just barely graze your ear lobe, a soft touch and promise of what was to come if you allowed. Your conscience is screaming at you to stop right now and continue studying just because of who Steve is but he’s already moved to soft and gentle kisses along your neck and okay, yeah you’re screwed. A quiet moan escapes into the air and you can hear Steve laugh under his breath before gently nicking at the spot where your neck and shoulders meet, causing you to moan slightly louder and one hand aimlessly searching for something to hold onto.

“C’mon, honey. I asked a question, it’s rude not to answer.” He pairs the sentence with one hand cupping the back of your neck and tilts your head backwards so he can place a kiss on the underside of your jaw.

Your mouth opens but no words come out, just a soft whine as you clench your thighs together in search for relief from your throbbing center. You can’t focus on his words, just how good you feel at this moment. Another kiss is placed onto your neck, one with slightly more force and a gentle suck - not enough to make a mark but enough to have you squeezing your thighs together tightly and another moan to fall from your lips. He calls your name in between kisses, something soft and gentle, coated with sugar and you wish you could record him.

“Oh c’mon. Answer me or I stop.” His voice has dropped an octave, it’s low and gravelly and you can’t help but to roll your hips in an attempt to get some sort of friction going. In response to his sentence, Steve pulls away with a slight smirk on his lips and you can’t tell if you want to smack it off of his face or kiss it away. His eyes wander over the details on your face, your lids dropping, pupils dilated almost enough to hide the color of your irises and the soft lips he hasn’t been able to get out of his mind since last night.

You close your eyes before beginning to speak, suddenly feeling shy at your admission.

“Can’t remember, don’t really have the energy at the end of the day.” You duck your head so you don’t have to deal with the knowing smirk that’s bound to be plastered on Steve’s face. He tsks disapprovingly as one hand comes into your view, his index finger curved as he uses it to lift your face upwards so he can see you.

“Good girl. S’rude not to look when you’re speaking. I pity you, I really do, no wonder you’re such a bitch all the time, you’re missing out, honey.” The pet name falls casually from his lips and your head is swimming at everything happening and you whine pathetically in response, your eyes fluttering shut at his words.

“If my lack of self-pleasure is what makes me a bitch, then what’s yours?” Your voice is airy and soft, lacking the snappiness you intended to have for a response.

“M’just a bitch cause you are. Gotta match the energy, plus it’s fun to see you worked up.” He chuckles before leaning down to kiss your neck again, his hands moving down to your hips and squeezes softly. Your hands instinctively raise up to his neck, fingers grabbing onto his brown waves and you quickly scramble over to his lap, legs splayed across his lap and you immediately sigh in relief from the feeling of his erection pressing against the zipper of his pants.

Slowly and hesitantly you begin to roll your hips against his, desperate in search of any kind of relief and the groan that leaves Steve’s lips makes you want to go faster.

“Oh fuck, that’s it honey. Take what you need, go on. Keep fucking going.” His voice is laced with lust, deep and rumbling with every word, his voice floods your ears and you can’t help but to whine again. You begin to roll your hips faster, the seam of your pants rubbing deliciously against your throbbing clit and your head falls onto his shoulder. His hands rest on your hips underneath your sweater, his fingertips digging into the soft skin eliciting another soft whine to cascade out of your lips. Your breaths fan against Steve’s neck and he can feel your fingertips playing with the hem of his t-shirt, he pulls away only for you to whine and chase his lips causing him to tsk softly before pulling his shirt off by the neck of the cotton fabric.

The sight of Steve’s bare chest sends you into overdrive, your hips rolling faster against him and eyes trained on his chest, your gaze wandering over the various freckles littering his upper half. His hands come back to your hips and he stops your movements, causing you to groan in response, lips parted and eyes clouded with lust.

“Wanna go ahead and take those clothes off honey? Wanna see what you look like under all those pretty little skirts you wear.” You can’t help but to nod as you stand, your legs slightly wobbly as you remove yourself from Steve’s lap. You start to remove your clothing, piece by piece slowly setting each item down all the while his gaze never leaves your frame. His eyes take over every new section of skin that you expose to him, he watches as your breath hitches before taking off another article. He in turn begins to tug off his pants and boxers and you can’t help but to watch as his hard cock bounces on his stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever seen one so pretty before. The tip is almost purple as it leaks pre-cum, it’s long and the weight of it makes it lay on his stomach, just barely reaching his belly button as pre-cum leaks out and rests on his skin. The veins in his length are prominent and you watch hungrily as it twitches underneath your hungry gaze.

Your mouth waters at the sight of it and you quickly come back to sit on the bed, settling your legs underneath you with your gaze still set on him. You can faintly hear him laugh under his breath as one of his hands move towards you, fingertips lightly tapping against your knee.

“Why’re you sitting so far away honey? I don’t bite, at least not hard.” You laugh softly before scooting closer, the sound of the bed sheets rumpling around you as you move fills the room and almost immediately you get pulled to him. Your bare chest collides with his and you can’t help but to laugh at him before his hands are eagerly running across your body. Fingertips dancing across your skin, and the soft skin of his palms rubs against your pebbled nipples, soft moans and sighs escaping from your mouth with every touch.

He grips your hips and flips you around so you’re laying on your back, your tits bouncing from the movement and Steve can’t help but to growl lowly at the sight of it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, every inch of you honey. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me.” He leaves gentle kisses across your collarbone and downwards, lips brushing against the sides of your chest causing your fingers to tangle themselves into his hair. He puckers his lips and encases one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it softly, your back arches off the bed in pleasure and you let out another soft moan.

His tongue slides over the nub as he continues sucking, one of his hands going to play with the other soft mound, squeezing and pinching, fingers rolling your other nipple between them.

“Oh, fuck- god, fucking shit. Please, Steve.” You breathe out and slightly roll your hips in an attempt to get some relief. He pulls away and continues leaving sloppy wet kisses to your skin, leaving a trail as he makes his way downwards, sucking softly when he gets to the bottom of your stomach. Your fingers tug at his locks and your head lolls backwards, eyes closing in pleasure.

“Shit, please.” You’ve never heard yourself like this before, your voice airy and whiny filled with desperation as you plead with the boy to do literally anything at this point. Steve coos at you before making his way downwards, kissing the outside of your pussy and making you shiver. He allows his tongue to glide upwards, licking from your hole to your clit, stopping briefly to suck gently on the swollen nub.

You’re sweet, addictingly so, and Steve can’t help but to moan into you as he pushes his tongue deeper in your wet folds, your arousal smearing onto his nose and around his mouth but he can’t bring himself to care when you moan out his name and your fingers tug harshly in his hair. His tongue dives deep into your hole while his nose nudges your throbbing clit with every movement of his head. He alternates between slow glides, kissing your cunt as if he was making out with your lips and fast flicks, sucking your nub into his mouth allowing his teeth to graze ever so slightly against it. He relishes in the pretty sounds you make, he could tell that you’d be sweet and you’d sound just as soft and pretty as you do now, just because you’re so.. you. Your hips begin to roll against his mouth, slowly finding a rhythm that allows him to experiment, his fingers spreading your lips apart as he pulls away causing you to whine and a gentle pout to set on your lips.

He watches as your arousal drips out and leaks onto the sheets below you and he can’t help but to blow gently, laughing as you jump and attempt to close your legs around him.

“Now’s not the time to be fucking around Harrington. Don’t be a dick right now.” You groan, your chest heaving with every breath.

“Last time I checked, it was my head between your thighs. I will do what I want to do and there’s nothing you can do about it. You’ll take whatever I decide to give you and you should be thankful. I’m helping you just like you’re helping me.” His tone is nothing short of cocky and before you can respond to him, his face is back in between your thighs and one finger is circling your entrance. Your back arches off the bed when he begins to push in slowly, your walls soft and sucking him in instantly and he slowly begins to find a slow rhythm as his finger glides in and out.

He can’t help but to moan into your cunt again, you just taste so good and the sounds you make only spur him on, his hips slowly rutting against the blanket, not enough to bring him a release but just enough to ease the throbbing sensation in his dick. You squeeze around his finger involuntarily as a rather loud moan falls from your lips when he curves it upwards slightly and brushes against the soft spongy part inside of you.

“Is that it honey? Right there?” He asks and you nod, stuttering out a pathetic excuse for a yes in response. He begins thrusting his finger slightly faster, the wet squelching fills the room and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. You’re close, you know it and you just know Steve can tell as well and right before you can tip off the pinnacle point of pleasure Steve removes himself from you.

You immediately whine in annoyance and sit up, crossing your arms together and Steve’s eyes can’t help to wander towards the movement of your breasts being squished together.

“You’re being a fucking dick. This isn’t helping me release the stress you asshole.” You reply, frustration from being edged laced into your voice while Steve simply laughs. He searches his pants pocket before grabbing a small gold foil packet and rips it with his teeth. He takes out the condom and rolls it into his length, his veins prominent as he pumps his length a couple times just for extra measures and he hums as your hand replaces his.

“I know you’d much rather cum while you’re filled to the brim. I’m only doing you a favor.”

Your soft hands circle around his length, your fingertips barely touching one another as you slowly begin to stroke him, making sure every once in a while to run your thumb over his rubber covered tip, causing him to shiver and grab your hand with one of his.

He uses one hand to grip the base of his cock as he guides himself to your entrance and he mutters soft praises. As his tip breaches its way inside, he can’t help but to let out a groan at just how good it feels, your warm and slippery walls stretching around his length as he slowly pushes his way in. His eyes flick up to watch your face, your nose scrunched up and mouth parted in a small ‘o’ as small pants escape, your eyes half lidded and fluttering. Inch by inch he pushes until his hips are flushed with yours, his forehead resting on top of your own as he waits for you to adjust. He swears he can almost come just like this, the feeling of finally being inside of you is almost too much for him to bear and he can’t just come before you and especially this early, so he reaches one hand down and pulls his hips back slightly - just enough for his hand to comfortably be able to rub your clit between them.

You whine and turn your head to the side, eager to move in some fashion at the feeling of being full. You know you’re utterly fucked, there’s no going back from this and you know this will definitely change the dynamic but oh does it feel good. You nod before giving Steve the ok to move, and you all but cry out when he does. His hips thrusting slowly first in and out of your walls until you’re almost begging for more.

“Doin’ so well for me honey. Taking me so good, such a good girl. Always been such a - fuck - sweetheart haven’t you? Always so nice and sweet to me, even when I don’t deserve it.” You mewl softly at his words and nod your head, unable to form a coherent thought at the feeling of his hips thrusting into you.

The coil in your stomach tightens with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixes well with your soft whines and pants and Steve’s deep groans and grunts. You’ve never felt so much pleasure all at once and you’ve never felt more full, Steve’s cock is much thicker than your own fingers or any of your toys so he always manages to brush against the soft spot inside of you as he thrusts deeper than you’ve ever been able to do. Your head rolls back in ecstasy at a particular circle of his hips, one hand rubs her swollen and throbbing clit, alternating between small and quick circles and figure eights, and the other hand is reaching down to grab your hand and hold it above your head. You immediately intertwine your fingers together with his, relishing in the small amount of intimacy being shared.

Your walls begin to squeeze him more frequently as you grow closer, that coil in your stomach tightening with every stroke and causing Steve to curse under his breath.

“Y’close honey? I can just feel it, feel you squeezing ‘round me like a fucking vice. C’mon, honey. What do you need?” He pants out, a sheen of sweat is beginning to form on their bodies and the mattress shaking with every thrust. You moan rather loudly before telling him you need more, you’re not sure what exactly it is that you want more of, all you know is that you’re so close to finishing you can taste it. Steve picks up his pace, his hips thrusting into you at a brutalizing speed causing your breasts to bounce with every thrust. The hand between them rubs fast circles, he’s desperate and close and he’ll be damned if he comes before you do. After all, even though he’s known for his fuck boy tendencies, he’s still a gentlemen at the end of the day.

You mewl out as your eyes fight to stay open at the immense amount of pleasure you’re receiving. At a particular thrust, you can’t help but to squeeze around him causing him to groan and rest his forehead against yours, their breath mixing together with every pant released. He circles his hips once more before your body tenses up. You just barely have enough time to tell the boy that you're about to cum, the words not finished leaving your mouth before your legs attempt to close in on him and chest heaving, your mouth falling open in a rather loud moan and you’re grateful to live by yourself. Your cunt gushes around him, the feeling of your warmth is too much so he reaches his own climax shortly after you causing a string of curse words to fall from his lips, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches with every spurt of his hot seed being released into the condom.

With a heaving chest and sweaty body, Steve slowly pulls out causing you to frown at the complete emptiness only to be interrupted by a long yawn immediately. You tiredly rub at your eyes as you sit up slowly, grabbing Steve’s outstretched hand as he leads you to the bathroom. Your legs are shaky and you’ve never felt so tired in your life. They walk hand in hand together, and he opens the bathroom door for you, allowing you to walk in first and get settled on the toilet. As you relieve your bladder, Steve asks you where you keep your towels. Once you answer, he opens the drawer underneath the sink and grabs a soft face towel and turns on the faucet, waiting for the water to get warm enough to run the towel underneath it.

You quickly finish and come to stand beside Steve, your head coming to rest on his shoulder and he can’t help but to smile softly. He wraps an arm around your bare torso and steps over some so you can wash your hands, you do so quite quickly, you’re growing more tired with every second you’re not in bed. He leads you back into your bedroom and helps you to lay down, instructing you to spread your legs and you whine at the assumption of them going at it once more. Steve can’t help but laugh at you before explaining how he just needs to clean you up so you can go to sleep. The feeling of the warm cloth only makes you more tired, eyes beginning to flutter shut before you feel a gentle tap on your stomach. When you open your eyes, you’re met with Steve’s beautiful orbs, irises bright and apologetic.

“C’mon honey, let’s get you dressed so you can get some rest.” His voice is gentle as he sets an oversized shirt and a pair of underwear and you pout but compily. Standing up long enough to slip into your underwear and t-shirt, you clamber back into your bed before turning your gaze to Steve who is also slipping in his black Calvin Klein boxers.

“Will you stay the night? It’s probably late.” You ask, your voice riddled with the want for sleep and Steve can’t help the smile that appears on his lips.

“Yea yea, scoot over.” He says, a hint of the grumpiness lingering in his voice but the smile on his face shows something different. You quickly scoot over enough to allow him to climb underneath the covers beside you, wasting no time as you wrap an arm around his bare waist and nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

His own arm wraps around your frame, his hand rubbing up and down softly against your arm as they lay there in silence. His mind is full of thoughts and emotions and he has no choice but to listen for the sound of your breath evening out signaling you finally drifted off to sleep.

“Hey, Steve…” he hums in acknowledgement, the sound traveling through his chest and seemingly into your bones.

“You’re gonna ace these finals.” You tiredly reply and Steve chuckles.

“What makes you so confident, lala?” He asks and you shrug.

“Dunno, just know we worked hard and you were always doing good on tests and exams when we were younger. You got this.” He smiles lightly even though you’re unable to see it.

His mind replays it over and over again, creating a warm feeling to form in his chest and after a couple minutes he manages to mumble out a quiet ‘thank you’. He doesn’t get a response but he can hear the way your breathing has changed into a slower rhythm and he slowly begins to detangle his way from your hold. He moves slowly in an attempt to not wake you, that task is easy so he grabs one of your bigger and more firm pillows and replaces the spot he was once laying in. He sighs as he quietly gets dressed and grabs his jacket, choosing not to bring the textbooks or any of the worksheets home with him. As he’s heading out, he can’t help but to turn back around just to catch another good look at you and admire you because he knows it won’t be the same as it was before now. After a couple excruciatingly long minutes, he’s finally able to pull his gaze from your sleeping form and with that he’s out of your doorway, out of you house and into his car.

After all, Steve’s known for meaningless fucks and one night stands so why does this one feel completely different?

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You woke up with sore legs and a heavy feeling on your chest. The spot next to you was cold minus the pillow that somehow made it into your arms. Steve was nowhere to be found, and one could hardly tell he was even in the room last night, no pictures out of place, no trashed room. From an outsider’s perspective one could just say that you had fallen asleep studying once again.

But you knew better, you remembered everything that happened last night, every small detail down to the T. The dull ache between your legs was a dead giveaway, you were never able to make yourself sore on the rare nights you’ve taken care of yourself. You yawn silently, arms stretching over your head once you’re fully sat up in bed. You get up and begin your normal hygiene routine, taking more time than usual as you process everything. He seemed so sweet and caring, he turned into a person that was completely opposite of sad his normal self and you feel so stupid for falling for his tricks.

You throw on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white fuzzy sweater and pair it with a low ponytail, you can’t feel bothered to dress up like you normally would today. You feel empty, tired and upset, staring blankly at your bed. The memory of what happened last night is still vivid as it replays once more. You sigh as you pull yourself out of your thoughts and away from your bed, your feet seeming to be hesitant to do so as they drag against the wooden floor.

You drag yourself out of your house and take a glance at your bike before deciding against it, choosing to walk all of the way to the school. You don’t have the energy to use your bike nor do you necessarily want to either, you feel miserable and don't want to do anything if you’re being honest with yourself. You start on the journey to your school, dejectedly walking along the sidewalks, squeezing past happy couples and big families and you do everything in your power to hold back your tears.

You’re upset at yourself, you’re upset at Steve for being such a jerk, and you just want to cry and scream forever. You can’t believe you let yourself fall for his games, you knew better at how quickly his demeanor changed and how much attention he was giving you. You should’ve been smarter than him, figured out his games and put a stop to it. You should’ve told him to stop last night, no matter how good it felt and how excited you were to have him in any form that wasn’t mean and picking jokes at you.

The walk is tortuous and it does nothing but add onto your sour mood, making a frown form at just how much walking you’d actually have to do. Your legs hurt more now, you wish you would’ve just stayed home in your comfortable bed or at least your couch where you can wallow in your self-pity. You feel horrible, you’ve never felt like this before. All you want to do is cry, you just want to be alone.

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Once you finally reach the school building, your legs feel like they’re on fire and you’ve lost count of how many times your tears have fallen against your will. You climb up the steps and wipe the last of your tears, plastering a fake smile as you walk in the big double doors and your eyes immediately start scanning through the crowd as you walk. You can’t help but to want to look for him, you think there’s a logical explanation as to why he left. As you walk through the halls, squeezing past couples and crowds of students, your eyes scan the walls in search of his signature jacket.

You can feel the eyes of your fellow classmates boring into your back as you walk, head held down instead of held high like normally and you’re sure your puffy eyes give it all away. You know you can’t hide that from the school but you hope no one will ask about it. You don’t think you have the energy to lie and say it’s nothing, not with the way you feel but you know it’s all your fault. Those words ring out in your brain, a vicious repetitive cycle as you continue down the hall and head to your locker. Your shoes squeak against the tile floor only to be drowned out by the nearby conversations when you reach your locker, one arm raising to twist your combination in.

You feel useless and completely stupid, you should’ve seen this happening and put a stop to it all. You blame yourself for all this, damn your hormones for fucking everything up. You sigh as you grab the textbooks you’ll need for your upcoming classes and gently shut the door, only to be met with your best friend’s face to be directly behind.

“Who did it? I’ll fuck them up.” You can feel the anger seeping off of your friend's skin and you can’t help but to sigh as you drop your books into the tote bag.

“It’s fine, honestly. It’s stupid, I’ll get over it.” You go to step around your friend but you’re met with an outstretched arm blocking the path.

“You look like you’ve just been told your pet just died. You’re not one to get upset over something small, so obviously it’s not stupid.” Leya squints her eyes as she crosses her arms, a stance you’ve come to learn that your best friend means business.

You can’t help but to sigh sadly as you gaze into your friend’s eyes.

“I’m serious Leys, it’s all stupid and I don’t really wanna talk about it right now.” You know Leya’s about to make an argument, demanding that you talk to her about this because they’ve always been big on addressing issues and their own feelings so you do the only thing that comes to mind.

“Trust.” Your voice wavers as you say the simple word and you watch as your best friend’s eyes lose their anger and fill with sadness. The ‘trust’ system came into play quite a while ago, it’s something that means no matter how upset or how big as long as one says that phrase the other is obligated to trust their word and leave it alone until it’s brought back up. You haven’t had to use the trust system in quite a while and you know how it hurts Leya’s feelings to see her best friend in such a state but not able to do anything, but nevertheless she nods softly and gives you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Trust. Love you always.” You smile softly before returning the sentiment as you walk away, the sadness mixing with the new found guilt creating a very uncomfortable feeling in your chest. It’s heavy and painful, like a cloud of emotions hugging her heart tightly in an attempt to stop it.

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The day drags on excruciatingly slowly, you’re barely able to keep focus on anything any of your teachers were talking about in their lessons and you ignored all the concerned stares from said teachers and the few students who bothered to pay attention to the usually chipper girl. You keep your head down as you walk back to your locker, mumbling barely heard ‘excuse me’s’ as you attempt to once again squeeze past the crowds of students, your shoulder and tote bag bumping into students when they pay you no mind.

The whole situation only dampens your already upset mood causing tears to begin to burn your eyes as they threaten to spill over. You refuse to allow your emotions to get the best of you and embarrass yourself in front of the whole school, your legs beginning to pick up the pace in an attempt to gain some sort of privacy to let the tears fall freely down your face. You run out the door and by the parking lot, your mind focused on finding a tree or a bush big enough to shield you from prying eyes. You need to use nature as an escape from your feelings and thoughts. As quickly as you begin to run, your feet turn to cement as you stop immediately in your tracks, circling your outstretched arms in attempts to balance yourself back out as your eyes focus on the familiar leather jacket hanging over broad shoulders.

You can’t help but to stare, observing him from a distance causing that heavy feeling of sadness to only grow heavier with every second that passes. You watch as he talks with his friends, a smile - the same smile he gave you just last night, etched onto his face as he listens intently to whatever his friend is saying. He just looks so happy, as if none of this is bothering him, as if last night never happened. You can’t help the pained sob that just barely escapes your mouth, drawing attention to yourself. Several nearby students turn their heads to look at you and you freeze whenever Steve turns to look your way as well. His signature frown that only seems to favor you is already beginning to form on his face, his stare boring into yours and that’s when it breaks.

The tears fall from your eyes rapidly and you quickly turn around to hide your face but you know it’s already too late, he’s already seen everything and watched as your tears fall knowing it was all his fault. You run away, your tears blurring your vision as you bump into the shoulders of your fellow classmates, searching for somewhere to hide to avoid the embarrassment of Steve confronting you. This is all your fault, you caught feelings - but to your defense the feelings might’ve been there before they had sex, you’re the one who didn’t stop it, you allowed everything to happen.

You run, your legs moving as fast as they can as tears run down your cheeks. You run out of the parking lot and down the street, the further away you go, the louder the sobs get. The trees passing you by, the concerned stares of people walking as you run past, the breeze flowing against your skin as you fly by everything. You don’t bother glancing at the flowers, don't bother stopping to sing along with the little kid, your mind is set on hiding. You just want to hide from the world, from Steve and his jerk tendencies, from yourself and all these stupid emotions.

After a while, you finally come to a stop in front of your front door, hastily grabbing your keys and unlocking the door, swinging it open and slamming it shut as you lock it. The sobs become louder and louder, they’re borderline yells and you’re sure your neighbors will be coming to the door to make sure you’re not getting hurt in any way. You’re not hurt physically is what you’ll tell them with a sad smile on your lips, the tone of your voice wavering as you attempt to hold back the tears. But they aren’t here right now, so you’re gonna let all your emotions out and not feel bad for one second. The tears are hot as they flow down your cheeks, your throat burning with every loud gasp and scream.

You grab a pillow and scream into it, you thought Steve leaving you in the library alone was hurtful, this is even worse.

“Such a fucking stupid asshole! Why would you do this to me? You didn’t help me at all!” You yell at the wall, your voice cracking with every word. You couldn’t stand him from the beginning of their school year when he first began his torment, you couldn’t stand him with every grade that passes, couldn’t stand him every time he picked on you, and you definitely can’t stand him now. He gave you one slim glimpse of false hope and now look at what’s become of it. The tears seem never ending and you rush to your own bedroom, scrambling into your bed and underneath the covers, your own safety net.

You’re enveloped in a cocoon of darkness and warmth, the perfect setting for you right now. There’s no judgmental stares, no pity hugs, no fake words of encouragement in order for your to keep your head up. There’s just you, the blanket, the darkness and your tears. They fall for what seems like forever, each drop staining your sheets with every movement you make. As you go to lay down in a more comfortable position, you sigh sadly before snuggling into the one pillow that doesn’t remind you of him. With every deep breath and passing second, your sobs and gasps have calmed down to hiccups and sniffles, your breath begins to even out and your eyelids begin to droop. The exhaustion from the day quickly wraps itself over you, taking over your mind and your limbs as you relax into the bed and fall into a deep slumber.

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You wake up with puffy eyes and a slight headache from crying, that heavy feeling still lingering in your chest. Deciding on not allowing him to fully have control over your life, you decide to dress up just a bit for a sense of normalcy. After making your bed, doing your normal hygiene routine, you throw on a white tank top, a pink ruffled skirt that stops mid thigh, your beige sandals and a beige cardigan. After doing your hair, you feel much more like yourself and you feel as ready as you can be for the day to begin. You walk out of your door and to the bike rack that sits in front of your house, unbuckling your cord and throwing it into your tote bag, stepping over your bike to get yourself situated.

As you begin your way to the school, you can’t help but to wonder if all Steve is doing is just a facade, even though you know he doesn’t care you can’t help but to wish maybe even just a little he feels the same way you do. You enjoy the breeze that flows against your legs and your neck, it’s just the little moment of peace, the constant moment that will always be there no matter what’s happening in your life. The sight of the trees and people passing by, smiles on their faces and just seeming happy as they enjoy the day makes you happy.

You reach the school building shortly after and park your bike, your eyes trained on the lock and straightforward in an attempt to avoid Steve, you don't think you’ll be able to handle another embarrassing encounter with him and you refuse to let him have so much control over your emotions. You just want to take these exams, get the rest of the school year over with so you won’t have to see his face for at least three months. You can hear the sound of faint chuckling from behind you and you sigh softly, standing straight and turning your head slightly. You’re met with his face, a smirk on his lips as he passes by, his voice lowering as he whispers something to his friends only to cause them to laugh once more. You can’t help but to frown slightly as you feel heat beginning to bloom in your cheeks, the exact thing you were trying to avoid just happened and you hate how it makes you feel.

You want to crawl back into bed and never leave, to spend your time in the quietness of your home and just be surrounded by your peace. You take a moment to breathe, your chest rising with every deep breath and roll your shoulders back in an attempt to get your confidence back. You sigh softly as one hand grips the strap of your tote bag and you make your way up the stairs and through the heavy doors that lead to the bare halls of the university. That’s weird, you’ve never seen the halls so void of human life and you’ve never heard it so quiet aside from the bathroom breaks you make while everyone’s in class. As your eyes scan the halls, you can’t help but to wonder if you’ve mistaken the building.

Your empty hand reaches into your tote bag and searches for your phone, it takes a couple seconds before your fingers wrap around the rectangular device and you pull it out. Your thumb clicks on the power button and the screen brightens only for you to see you’re actually almost an hour late. You huff loudly before walking down the hall, the feeling of embarrassment beginning to bloom in your chest at the thought of having to walk into your class. The thought of having all eyes on you as you walk to your seat is so bad, it almost makes you want to turn around and head back to your house. You know it’ll do you no good and it’ll only just prove to Steve how much all of this is affecting you and you refuse to do that.

So with shaky hands, you open the classroom door and slip through the classroom and into the first available seat.

“How nice of you to join us.” The teacher stops mid sentence as she greets you.

“Sorry, Mrs. Knapick.” You squeak out as you sigh and reach into your bag to pull out your textbook and notebook. You open up the notebook to an empty page and quickly begin to write down everything on the board in an attempt to catch up on the lesson. You’re sure you don’t have much time left before Mrs. Knapick dismisses everyone and you’re not comfortable with asking anyone to borrow their notes simply because it seems like no one’s paying attention.

After a couple of minutes, the girl beside you leans over and whispers to gain your attention. You simply hum as you turn your head to the other girl, a small smile placed on your face as you wait.

“You tutor Steve right?” The words feel like a punch to your chest, the corners of your mouth twitching as you attempt to keep it up.

“Uh, yeah I do.” You watch as the smile on the other girl’s face seems to light up.

“Ok great, when you see him next will you tell him to text me back. He’s been ignoring me the past couple days after he said he’d take me out.” You can only nod numbly before turning your body back around and staring at the half empty sheet of paper.

You just can’t escape him no matter how you try.

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It’s been a week since the ‘accident’ as you call it, a temporary lapse in judgment on your part but it’s all in the past. You consider yourself moved on from everything, and manage to tell your best friend everything that happened. The conversation consists of excited squeals when you mention them sleeping together and how nice he started being beforehand, and angry comments and threats when you mention how he left after you fell asleep and how he seemed to resort back to his old tendencies of having your existence bother him.

Your best friend will always take your side no matter what, and she’s fuming with anger at Steve’s behavior. You could probably see steam flow from her ears if you managed to get close enough, her hands were shaking as she cussed the boy that was nowhere to be found.

“I can’t believe him, that fucking asshole. He better hope I don’t see him anytime soon! I’ll fucking strangle him and beat him to a pulp.” You watch from your bed, anxiously playing with your fingers as you listen to your best friend’s rant. You knew telling her would lead to this, but you didn’t wanna keep it to yourself as you knew it would do you no good.

You’ve had your share of emotions, you’ve cried, screamed and been mad at him so you feel okay, you finally made peace with it. It’s refreshing to have someone share the same emotions as you, to witness someone go through the same rollercoaster. You watch as your best friend paves back and forth in her room as she continues cursing the name that is Steve Harrington. You listen quietly, your face blank of emotions, all numbed out from the week you’ve had.

“He’s such an asshole honestly, you don’t deserve any of that babes. He’s such a fucking piece of shit, don’t blame yourself at all. None of this is your fault I promise.” Her voice is soft as she speaks to you, eyes soft and full of care as she reassures you.

You know it’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything out of the norm and nothing you could’ve done would change the outcome. Steve’s just a jerk who will only do something if it’ll benefit him, and this is nothing new. It was expected simply because it was all he ever does, he’ll bribe people and manipulate people so they’ll do whatever he wants and you fell under his spell. He knew what you wanted from him and used it to his advantage. The following days felt repetitive, you’d wake up and go to school only to avoid Steve and the stares that follow you down the hallway. You’d barely speak unless called upon and ignored the whispers coming from teachers lingering outside their doors.

Marked me like a bloodstain

You watch as the rain falls against your window, the hard pattering against the glass. The droplets slowly make their way down the window as you stare outside, the rather dreary weather makes you want to cuddle up inside a blanket and have a movie marathon. You don’t mind when it rains, you quite enjoy it actually and you’re not entirely sure why. You find it to be soothing and ideal for the best naps and sleep, especially after a long day filled with Steve cracking jokes and making snarky remarks under his breath causing your day to be long and emotional.

It’s the perfect setting, almost like a scene from a movie with the way you stare outside sadly, your eyes filled with tears and the sound of thunder crashing in the distance. You’ve always been fond of storms but a little scared of them, the lightning strikes and loud boom of the thunder ruins the peace of the storm and sets you on edge. You’re not one to be scared of many things but storms will always be one of your biggest. You watch as lightning strikes further away from you accompanied by the loud boom of thunder rolling.

You flinch slightly and stand up and close your curtains and begin to back away. The soft pattering comes down on the glass harder as the clouds gradually turn darker. The thunder becomes louder and it seems like the lightning is getting closer, goosebumps begin to form on your forearms partially due to the cold air filtering through the air. You close your eyes tightly and focus on her breathing, she’s too old to be scared of storms especially one that isn’t even remotely bad.

When you open your eyes, it’s just in time for you to see a bright flash of light and a rather loud roll of thunder and you can’t help but to gasp quietly as you stumble backwards, your hands begin to shake softly as you clumsily stagger over to her bed. As soon as your legs touch the edge of the mattress, you fall quickly onto it and hide under the covers. Your mind instantly goes back to all the times you were a little girl hiding under your bed whenever there was a bad storm rolling over your house. The darkness welcomes you as the cover drapes over your frame enveloping you in a warmth that you wish could protect your from the dangers your mind is coming up with.

Another loud roll of thunder and crack of lightning happens and the lights flicker making the girl whimper softly as you wrap your blanket around you tighter. You need the storm to pass quickly so you can get back to wallowing in your sorrows. The lights flicker a couple more times before they shut off completely and you can’t help but to sigh sadly as you climb from your cocoon and grab your phone from beside you and turn on the flashlight. You flash the light around your room as you walk, making sure you won’t trip over any objects that might be lying around as you head out the door.

You make your way to the kitchen and begin to open the drawer that only contains your emergency essentials, batteries, flashlights and stuff of that nature. When you open the drawer, you quickly grab the flashlight and turn it on just for it to have nothing to happen. You huff as you empty it out and replace the batteries, you try it again and once again no luck. Tears begin to fill your eyes and you look at your phone battery to see if you have enough, the bar only shows 25% and you want to sob.

You hate storms and you hate the dark, and you’re all alone. Your best friend’s at work and more than likely won’t be able to just leave her job and come sit with you, you’re not close enough with any of your classmates to feel comforted by their presence. Another loud roll of thunder rumbles near you and you let out a choked sob, your hand begins to tremble the longer you stand in the kitchen. You open your phone and click on the phone icon and dial the number you need with shaky hands. The line rings and rings and you’re sure you’re about to cry when it clicks and his voice comes through.

“Yeah?” His voice is deep and gruff, almost as if he just woke up.

You take a deep breath and shut your eyes before you speak.

“Um hi Steve.” You can hear him huff and the sound of some shuffling in the background. It’s quiet for a couple minutes, almost as if he hung up so you pull the phone away to see and it still shows they’re connected, you bring the phone back up to your ear and wait a couple more seconds.

“Steve?” You try again and all you get in return is a grunt, one that could be taken as one from pleasure and it makes you squeeze your legs together, memories of the nights before rush into your mind. You take one more deep breath and go to speak only to be interrupted by Steve saying your name.

“In case you haven’t noticed it’s two in the morning..” Another roll of thunder booms, closer to your house and it makes you whimper.

You can hear him grunt lowly, a sound long and drawn out - one you know very clearly.

“Did you miss me, honey? Y’missed me filling up you up? You felt so warm and tight, felt so good wrapped around me.” In any other circumstance you would be happy to continue this conversation but not right now, this is not what you called him for.

“No, um I’m sorry for waking you. It’s not that important, Leya’s at work right now and um it’s storming and my powers out.” Your voice is soft but he can make out the sound of your voice quivering as you speak and immediately he feels like shit.

“Uh, I’m sorry, but I don’t see what any of that has to do with me.” His voice is soft but still deep and it makes your heart flutter.

“Yeah sorry. My phone’s about to die and my batteries for my flashlights are all duds. I’m scared of thunderstorms and usually Leya comes over but uh like I said she’s at work. Didn’t know who else to call. Do you have any batteries by any chance?”

He honestly can’t remember if he has any batteries but something flutters in his stomach, a feeling he can’t ignore so as he holds the phone to his ear he begins to stand and throws on a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before he’s slipping pair of sneakers and he’s heading out the door.

“I might have some batteries for you. I’m on my way. Y’want me to stay on the phone with you?” He doesn’t know what’s come over him to make him want to help the girl but he’s already in his kitchen scrambling to find batteries for you.

“If you want.” He already knew he was staying on the phone subconsciously but now he can just say it was because you said to, doesn’t want anyone to know that it was due to his own conscience. There’s no way he cares for the girl, he can’t stand you and the sound of your voice annoys him.

Once he manages to find an unopened package of batteries, he walks out of his dorm and jogs the short distance from the building to his car. He quickly starts it and begins driving, the only sound filling the car is the sound of thunder rumbling and ever so often you will whimper quietly to yourself.

“What’s your address again?” He asks as he pulls up to a stop sign, it’s silent for a moment before he can hear you talking. You softly tell him where you live and he hums in agreement. When the light turns green, Steve presses on the gas pedal causing the engine to become louder and he immediately apologizes.

“I’m sorry, honey, just trying to get to you fast.” He says after hearing you choke back a sob. He’s not sure why he feels this need to take care of you right now, he would’ve said no in a heartbeat and he might have laughed at you for something so childish.

He would’ve kept this information and poked fun at you through the school year and reminded you once again why he isn’t to be trusted, but no. Now he's in his car driving to your house at two in the morning with a pack of batteries for your flashlight. He’s stuck in his thoughts as he drives, trying to find the reason for whatever is causing him to feel pity for the girl but he comes up empty handed. He can’t help but to huff as he turns into another street, the scenery and houses beginning to look familiar. Not that he was paying attention just in case he happened to be on your side of the neighborhood, because he wasn’t really; what good would knowing that type of information do him? He figures this is his good karma meaning whatever happens next was because he decided to be a good person for once even though his intentions might not be completely genuine there’s still an inkling that is.

When he pulls into your driveway, he quickly gets out and locks the door as he makes his way to the front door.

“Hey, it’s me, can you open the door?” You mumble out a pathetic excuse for a yeah before you’re whining in response to the another loud rumble of thunder accompanied by a lightning strike, and Steve can’t help the small twitch in his pants as he curses himself for allowing his mind to wander to that night at such a time like this. It takes a couple moments before the door opens just enough for your arm to shoot out and he laughs.

“I can’t come inside?” The hand curls its fingers until it’s just the pointer finger outstretched and you shake it.

“Just let me have two batteries please, I’m sorry for waking you. Let’s just forget this ever happened, if I can just get some light I’ll be okay until it passes. Stop acting as if you care what happens to me anyways.” Your voice wavers with every word and the scoff gets stuck in his throat, if he wanted to make a snarky comment, he definitely won’t be able to do it now.

It’s silent minus the rain as he stares at your arm, thinking of what to say.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” He does his best to keep the irritation out of his voice, and doesn't want this to end in an argument.

“Yeah only cause you thought it was a booty call. Can I please just have the batteries?” Your voice is tired and he can faintly make out the sound of you sniffling.

“C’mon now, this is no time to start being stubborn. You just sounded like you didn’t wanna be alone hence why you called me and I’m not leaving you. Just let me in.” The energy shifts between them and as if they both sense it you go to shut the door.

“Pointless to fucking argue with you this early in the morning, Harrington. I’m tired and want to go to sleep, have a good night.” Steve quickly grabs a hold of the side of the door before it closes and yanks it open.

The glare in your eyes is icy and mean,a look that no one would expect to come from the sunshine girl. Your eyes are puffy from crying, there’s a slight shine to your irises from the tears sitting in place as it threatens to spill out and wet your lashes even more. Your gaze is set on his face, a fire lit in your eyes at the inconvenience and the stubbornness of the boy in front of you.

“Steve, go home.” He scoffs at the girl as he holds the door open.

“This is no way to treat someone you invited to your place to help you, is it lala?” The fake kindness and concern dripping from every word he speaks.

“You’re doing this to yourself, I never once asked you to stay. I asked for the batteries which you provided, you’re not needed.” You say and go to shut the door again, only to huff at his insistence on intruding on your privacy.

“Well next time, I’ll leave you to deal with all your issues yourself!” He knows he’s getting upset and he should probably back away before things get out of hand but he’s stuck where he’s standing, almost as if your porch is made of fresh cement and he walked into it without taking note of all the signs leading up to it.

He watches as you take a deep breath, your chest rises and falls heavily as you roll your eyes.

“I’ve been doing that for years! Stop fucking acting like you care because we both know you don’t! You only do it for the wrong reasons!” Your voice now matches his, the beginning of a screaming match threatening to start at any given moment. He scoffs at your excuse of a response, his head tilting back in exasperation.

“You knew from the beginning.” He replies simply, the light from your porch light falling over him exposes him to the tired girl. You take note of his sweatpants and the sight of his muscles peeking through the thin material of the t-shirt he’s wearing.

“You know what, Steve? I was beginning to like you and now that it’s done for. You just had to show me why all of this was a bad idea to begin with.” You say and you can’t help the way your body tightens at the sound of another loud rumble of thunder.

“But you’ve always liked me, lala. Don’t you remember how we used to hang out, the way you practically begged your mom to come see me. We were the best of friends. ” He can’t help but to smile maliciously and his eyes scan over your frame, taking in the thin jacket and pair of leggings covering your skin and protecting you from the cold wind of the storm.

Your face morphs into one that’s hard to decipher, sadness, anger and remembrance flash quickly over your face.

“That’s not what I meant asshole. Your arrogance really pisses me off. Last I recall, you changed the dynamic, you made our friendship turn into whatever the fuck this is now.” Your voice is soft but still full of venom even though it wavers occasionally.

“You�� you caught feelings?” Another loud rumble of thunder booms around them and lightning strikes quickly a ways behind Steve, the distance far enough not to instill fear into either of them but close enough to charge the energy in the air between them. He doesn’t care about anything else she was saying after that, the three words bouncing around in his head.

You liked him, you like him, you liked him.

He stares at you with fierce intensity, anger burning deep inside of his dark brown eyes. You watch as his tongue pushes against his cheek as he runs his hands through his wavy locks.

“The rules were made to prevent this from happening. But you had to go and do the exact fucking opposite of what was agreed didn’t you? Can’t help yourself when you’re getting treated so nicely huh?” He says, venom dripping from every word.

You frown as you look up at him, tears welling in the corner of your eyes.

“You did this! You treated me differently, of course it was bound to happen!” You yell, your voice shaking as you shut your eyes.

“I did no such thing, sweetheart. I gave you basic human decency. You just stayed in that pretty little head of yours and began overthinking my actions for what they’re not.” He replies as a small smirk begins to form on his lips.

You shake your head as you wipe away the tears, you refuse to let him see you break.

“One question, and all I ask is that you be honest with me.” He laughs dryly at you before crossing his arms, his muscles flexing as he draws them together.

“Go ahead, I’m dying to hear this.” You take a deep breath before opening your eyes to stare at him.

“Why do you break girls' hearts?” You ask, the anger long gone, replaced with sympathy and tiredness.

“Simple, so they don’t break mine first.”

“So dare I ask, did this ever stand a chance of being more than sex?” You can’t help but ask, your eyes flitting away from his intense gaze as you chew on your bottom lip.

“Darling, I think we both know the answer to that. Never even crossed my mind. You were just a good fuck.” He says, his eyes closing briefly before looking back at your face as he watches a single tear slip down your left cheek. There’s only a brief moment shared between them to dwell on the secrets shared between them before the door is slammed shut, leaving him to stare blankly at the white painted frame.

If only you knew how much of a lie that was.

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The truth is you always had a plan. You and Steve were supposed to be the best of friends up until the day you both died. You planned out where you were going to school, planned out your outfits the day prior, planned set days to study and to hang out with your friends. You had all your days planned and you always stuck to the plan, any time they led astray it threw you off, it seemed as if your day could never be good anymore and only invited more things to go wrong.

You planned out your meals, you planned everything you possibly could, had it all written down in a nice little notebook kept beside your bed. As the tears passed, it seemed more and more of your planning involved Steve, whether it be he sits in the room next to you as he adds his own suggestions on managing your time or you start including him. You make sure you spend time with him a couple times a month, because of the varying activities you both did it was almost impossible to see each other, which turned into finding ways to see each other a couple times a week and then finally you were including time with the boy every day.

You planned on making him meals when you made your own when he mentioned having to make his own after watching him eat a cold turkey sandwich and a bag of chips for a week straight. You planned everything with him so it was truly hard to imagine the pain you felt when he started distancing himself. You never planned all the obstacles life would throw at the two of you, never planned to feel anything for the dark haired boy other than happiness and a mostly platonic love.

You never imagined the two of you being how you are now, sending harsh words to each other and eyes holding an array of emotions, some undecipherable and others very clear but not wanting to show the other. You never imagined hating him, never imagined him having this power over you, never imagined him making you feel like this. You never planned on him holding your heart and crushing it as if it meant nothing to him, to watch you as the tears fell down your cheeks with a blank face and a hard stare.

Honestly, Steve could say he feels like shit, but that’s not even the right word to describe the feeling in his chest. He knows he fucked up big time, not only did he lie to you but he also brought up their childhood. He didn’t mean it in a mean tone but he knows you probably took it that way, he completely brushed over the fact that you said you liked him and blew up in your face. All of this happened simply because you asked for some batteries and he was quick to try to play Superman. He stares at the door sadly before setting the pack of batteries in front of your door and quickly sending a text to let you know he left them before he walks back to his car.

He can’t help the heavy feeling in his chest as he sits in the car, both hands gripping the steering wheel as he stares at the front of your house. He should’ve known you’d catch feelings first, as kids you were always giggling at him and inviting him to your house. Their friendship started sometime in middle school after they bonded over their shared love for music and singing. They’d hang out at each others’ house taking turns doing karaoke and making jokes, pure happiness radiating over them. They’d hang out sometimes at lunch, the two of them sitting at one of the few picnic tables lining the brick wall. The sound of children screaming as they ran around, the giggles of girls crowded together as they gossip, and ever so often the teacher supervising everyone will yell as they correct someone’s behavior. The heat of the sun kisses their skin as both kids sit quietly together eating whatever was on the menu for today or what their parents made for them. The breeze wasn’t too strong, it was enough to cool them down slightly as it brushed against their skin.

There were days where Steve wouldn't hang out with you in favor of spending time with his own friends, you never mind it usually simply because you’ll go to your own friends and they’ll meet up at the end of the day. The sound of a door knocking would distract you from your schoolwork and you would eagerly run to the door only to be scolded by your mother, her voice tired as she speaks.

“Honey, how many times have I told you no running and no answering the door.” She all but sighs when she sees the frown etched onto her daughter’s face.

“But it’s Stevie mama!” Your tiny voice rings out, all sad and whiny as you attempt to plead with your mom. They’ve been through this scenario many times before and it’s always the same; your mom will say it’s dangerous because you can’t be sure that it’s the wavy haired boy. You would pout and stomp your foot saying it is him because you know his knocks, only for your mother to sigh and cave, allowing the young girl to open the door with a bright smile on your face.

Steve’s face would be equally happy to see you, the same bright smile plastered on his face showcasing his dimples before they’re running up to embracing each other into a tight hug. The rest of the day would be spent with the two kids doing their schoolwork mixed in with the sound of them laughing at something the other said when they got sidetracked. They’d stop briefly to eat whatever your mom would make them for dinner and then they’d be back in the living room. You mom would send Steve home only for you to insist that they walk him to his house even though he knew his mom would be coming to pick him up shortly.

When his mom would pull up in their driveway, you would walk him up to the car and give him a big hug, acting as if they wouldn’t see each other in the morning at school, but it doesn’t matter to them as they embrace each other tightly and would whisper ‘see you soon’ in each others ears. As Steve would get in the car, the young girl would wave at his mom as she backed out into the street. Afterwards, you would head back inside to do your nightly routine and spend some time with your own mom which resulted in conversations including Steve and how your mom’s day has been. You would yawn and rub your eyes tiredly as sleep overcame you. After a while of them relaxing on the couch, your mom would smile softly before bringing the tired girl to bed, bidding you goodnight with a soft kiss to your temple as she tucks you into bed.

That’s how they spent their days throughout the years, they were inseparable it seemed. Years of being close as ever, Steve always sticking up for his friend whenever you came to him with teary eyes explaining how someone started picking on you. He was your protector and you were his sunshine, while he tended to stay with his select group of friends, you would always be chatting with someone different every day. It was easy for you to make friends because of your bubbly personality, Steve could easily make friends as well but he chose not to. It was too much work and he deemed it unnecessary to have so many people around him, especially if he knows the friendship won’t last after they graduate and life moves on. They’d eat lunch together occasionally and he’d walk you home after school.

They’re both incredibly smart children, they dedicate hours studying and going over worksheets and textbooks, it’s something they pride themselves on. They thrive off being the main hands raised in the air or the only ones in class, being able to answer any and all questions the teacher may ask while being able to back up their answers. They enjoyed going to the library together and really just anything that simulated their brains.

Years passed and now they’re in high school, both teenagers excited to experience such a new beginning. They’ve both changed as time passed, Steve’s hair has grown past his ears and he’s grown out of his boyish face and you can’t help but think he’s attractive. They still hung out at lunch but it has slimmed down to once a week if they’re lucky. You watch as his friend group grows and he becomes more popular with all the students, pats on the shoulders and students calling his name as he passes through the halls.

As they drifted apart, you noticed he would do his best to beat you in answering and be the first one to turn in any homework. He was going out of his way to beat you in any way he could and so as time passed their friendship dwindled away and they became academic rivals. Simple presentations turned into competitions to see who could outdo who and who would go first, sneaking around in order to turn in assignments before the other, and remarks said under their breath when the other was presenting. This rivalry went on for months and they both secretly enjoyed the competition between them, the thrill of trying to outdo the other.

That was until out of nowhere Steve stopped trying to outdo you, in fact he seemed to stop all together. He stopped turning in assignments early and his presentations seemed as if he did it right before class, words and graphics thrown together in haste as the plain white background and the pain text was a stark difference from the hours he’d spent trying to make sure his was perfect. His hand stopped flying in the air quickly opting for a slow rise into the air. The remarks ceased and his friends seemed to drift away minus Tommy, who stayed loyal to his friend. You weren’t sure what happened but that’s when everything changed, their friendship long forgotten as you watched him become a shell of who he was.

He grew quiet, barely speaking unless he was spoken to if he was at school. He never stayed at school for long if he did decide to attend, but for the most part he skipped. There would always be a chair empty in all of his classes and the school grew quiet. You tried talking to him, approaching him in the halls only to be brushed off or ignored. He never stayed in place long enough for you to even begin to open your mouth to speak, and you even went over to his house and knocked on the door, only to be met with silence. No one ever answered the door, no matter how loud you knocked.

Steve grew a dislike for you, he was jealous of the fact that no matter what you stayed on top of your work. You didn’t let life throw you off balance like he did, and oh how he wishes he could be like that. He watches as you bounce around the school with your bright fucking smile and glowing aura, growing disdain for the cheerful girl and the way you always managed to stay on track. He despises the way you’re able to keep your A’s and little notes written on your worksheets telling you ‘good job.’ He started back his snarky remarks whenever he was near you, comments made about how just good you are and calling you a teacher's pet, he’d comment on the notes written at the top of your work in red ink. He’d tease you endlessly and whenever he couldn’t think of a remark he resulted in physical bullying, taking the last item in the cafeteria of something he knows you enjoy and bumping into your shoulder as they cross paths in the hallways.

I knew you

Two weeks. He hasn’t seen you in two weeks. He can’t help the small amount of sadness that swells in his chest, rooting itself into his bones whenever his eyes roam across the halls and classrooms in hopes that he’ll be able to spot you around but only coming up with nothing. You aren’t in your seat in the classrooms, the chair empty as it becomes a constant reminder of just how much he hurt you. He ignores the icy glares sent from your best friend every time she’d spot him in the hallway, he can’t talk to her. He can’t imagine the foul words she’d yell at him. The school seems to lose its spark, it’s quieter and darker without your sunshine personality oozing into the atmosphere.

When you finally come back, his eyes automatically land on you only to see that you’d become a ghost of who you used to be. He sees you lacking the glow you usually have, he watches as you walk down the hall with your head lowered and not slipping as you normally do. Your hand doesn’t raise in the air as often and when you speak in class, it’s quiet and doesn’t sound confident. He’s sent numerous text messages and has even resorted to calling your phone only to hear the phone ring and get sent to voicemail. He’s stopped by your house and knocked on your door, there’s no sign of you anywhere. There’s no windows open or lights on, it looks dark and empty and he can’t help the guilt that slowly starts eating at him knowing that he’s the one who caused this.

He can’t be happy when the principal tells him that he passed all of his exams. He doesn’t smirk and feel proud like he knows he should when he overhears the principal and a few teachers talking about how you never showed up to take your exams and never answered any of their emails or let them know you won’t be able to take them. All he feels is sadness, he did this to you . He can’t be happy when he bumps into your shoulder through passing causing you to stumble, it doesn’t spark joy in him anymore to indulge in his favorite pastime because it’s not the same. You’re not spitting out your own snarky remarks, you’re not shouldering him, you’re not even looking at him.

You keep your head down in the hallways, in the classrooms, and you actively avoid your fellow classmates. He doesn’t even see you hang out with your best friend and that’s the scariest part. He doesn’t know what to do in this scenario, he feels absolutely useless and needs to fix this. He watches as your best friend lingers behind you as you walk, a look full of sadness and pity etched onto her face as she follows you. He slowly makes his way up to Leya, cautious because he’s almost certain he knows what’s gonna happen. He weaves his way through the crowd of students in the parking lot until he reaches her, reaching an arm out to tap on her shoulder hesitantly.

He doesn’t even get to touch her before she’s turning towards him with an icy glare - one identical to the one she gave him weeks ago - and she wastes no time grabbing his hand and dragging him away from wandering eyes and ears. He stumbles behind her as he attempts to keep up with the girl, clumsily walking behind her as they reach the back of the school.

“You fucking asshole! You’re such a fucking selfish prick, she’s done nothing to you!” She seethes and Steve nods, he knows he deserves this.

“I oughta hit you, smack some sense into you. God, I hate you Harrington. I fucking hate you. Do you hear me? You broke her!” She yells as a few stray tears fall down her cheeks.

“I know. I’m sorry. She hasn’t talked to you?” He asks and she shakes her head.

“She hasn’t talked to me in two weeks. She wants to be left alone and it’s all your fault.”

He can’t help but to sigh as he listens to her, the guilt only growing bigger as it gnaws on his heartstrings.

“I’ll fix it, I promise. I’m so fucking sorry. I was a dumbass. I was jealous and I just wanted her to stumble a bit, throw her off course for a change.” He watches as her face wrinkles up in confusion, the fire still lit in her eyes as she stares at him. He sighs softly before explaining their story. He explains what happened between them and why they fell apart and why he treats her the way he does. She listens intently to him speak and she sighs.

“You dumbass, could’ve apologized and explained.” She huffs and he shrugs.

“Yea but it just sucked watching her keep the top while I fell off and I just wanted to be on the other end of it.” He watches as she huffs again only to begin walking away.

“You better fix this shit Harrington, otherwise you’re not gonna like me one bit. I’m gonna make sure you regret this.” He nods as she walks away.

“I already do.”

Chasing shadows in a grocery line

Steve’s known for his bad boy look, the way he’s very popular with the ladies and notoriously known for the way a frown is etched onto his face. He’s known his short and clipped responses and most importantly his usually sour mood. He doesn’t like interacting with people for long periods of time so he absolutely despises grocery shopping. He hates having to interact with the cashiers and making unnecessary small talk with the other shoppers crossing his path.

He quickly walks through the the aisles as he grabs everything he needs and setting them inside his basket. He’s eager to get out and back to his little oasis and away from all of these people, and he’s so close to finishing the list made for both him and his roommate. He can just feel his bed calling his name as he throws a couple cans of cat food into his basket, grumbling to himself about the seemingly endless line of customers waiting in line. The people talk amongst themselves as they wait and the obnoxious sound of someone’s baby crying behind him.

He pulls out his phone and replies to a couple unread messages and his eyes linger on your message thread, the last message showing him asking if you’re okay and he’s sorry. His message that’s been delivered for a week, a reminder of the pain he inflicted on the girl. Maybe this is his karma for the way he handled his situation, shutting you out until he grew resentful of you. The way he pushed you away instead of letting you in, ignoring you instead of talking to you.

The distance between them should be normal considering they weren’t friends, they shared a mutual dislike towards the other. They weren’t friendly, they weren’t even tolerable of each other until Steve decided he wanted them to for his own benefit. They never spoke about anything else other than the exams so why does the silence between them now feel so heavy? Maybe it’s just the guilt of his actions eating at his conscience and hitting at his heart.

He almost never regrets anything, maybe aside from a couple of his choices in dates, so it’s frustrating to say the least that he’s so torn up about this. He hates that he actually wants to fix this and maybe he might want to be your friend again, that’s if you’ll actually listen to him first. He regrets taking advantage of your kindness, allowing himself to indulge in the fact that you never once doubted him and always saw the best in him.

As he gets closer to the register, he feels someone behind him which shouldn’t bother him because hello, he’s in a grocery store but the familiar flutter in his stomach is hard to ignore. It makes him frown because of course the way they get to interact for the first time after the argument is in a grocery store of all places. He doesn’t look back even though he wants to, he’s trying to respect your space and not create a scene. He wants to do this right, and yelling at you is definitely not the way to go. He bites his cheek as he moves forward in line and tightens his grip on his basket.

He can’t smell your signature scent and it bothers him because he’s oh so sure that you’re right behind him. The feeling in his stomach says all he needs to know. He huffs when he’s finally at the self-checkout register and begins to check out his items. He takes his time checking out each item, dragging it slowly in hopes that the woman beside him will finish up so he can see you one more time. He’s hoping to maybe make some small talk as they check out their grocery items, and soon enough the lady leaves and someone else takes her place.

This girl looks nothing like you though, your face looks too thin and you’d never have bags underneath your puffy eyes. He knows you would never go out without putting your best effort forward, and this girl looks like she has no care in the world. She kind of smells like you though, he could recognize that scent from a mile away, her perfume just faint enough to filter through his nose as if it attached itself to her clothes. There’s just something about the way she’s carrying herself, almost as if she’ll burst into tears at any moment.

His eyes gravitate towards you, watching as you scan your own items and sniffles softly. He takes in the way you’re dressed as if you just rolled out of bed; a plain white tank top paired with a cardigan and some sweatpants and hair thrown haphazardly into a bun at the top of your head. You look miserable, as if you’ve been having a bad day that’s lasted for weeks, which seems to be the case. He can’t help the pang in his chest as he watches you, his own groceries long forgotten.

He quickly shakes his head and continues scanning his items before paying for everything, stepping aside so the next person in line could use it. He doesn’t want to cause a scene or make this girl uncomfortable if it isn’t the girl haunting him and eating at his conscience. It doesn’t take too long for you to finish checking out as you grab your bags and head towards the front door. His legs immediately begin to move as he follows you.

“Excuse me? Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you. You just look familiar.” He says, asking for your name in between sentences and you keep your head forward. You refuse to acknowledge him and he’s almost convinced it’s not you.

His eyes trail over your frame and spots the tote bag, the same one that’s usually filled with textbooks and papers, is now lighter and seems to only be carrying a few items before you shove some of the lighter items you bought into it. He’s determined now, determined to apologize and move forward. He’s determined to rid himself of his pride and acknowledge his mean behavior towards you.

“Please. Just let me talk to you!” He follows you out of the store and towards your bike. He knows he doesn’t have much time before you’d be heading off down the street.

“C’mon, I’m trying to fix this. I really am sorry. Can you, fuck, just look at me at least? No? I’m sorry! I know I hurt you and I know I fucked up. Big time. I’m an asshole, I’m fucking selfish and I was jealous.” He almost wants to grab your hand or your arm, grab you just to make sure you won’t leave and make you listen.

You’re still walking, though it’s slowed down some as if you were actually listening to him.

“I was jealous because you stayed at the top, you never lost your fire, that spark you had growing up. No matter what happened in life, you still gave all your effort and then some. I just wanted you to know how it felt and that’s fucking cruel. I should’ve talked to you, and I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you. You didn’t deserve any of this, and I… I really miss you, I miss the friendship we used to have, I miss us. You tutoring me was the closest we’ve gotten in years and I didn’t want to admit it but it felt nice. All the subtle references and to see that some things just haven’t changed. Please, just say something.” He all but begs you, and at this point he’s not ashamed to fall to his knees. His eyes burn as they fill with tears as he stares at the girl standing in front of him. You’ve stopped walking sometime in his little speech, showing just the slightest interest in what he has to say.

He doesn’t know what to do, he’s never seen you so quiet before. He’s never seen you look so tired, so beat down and it only pains him to know he was the cause. He’s met with your silence and it scares him, he doesn’t know what to expect. The chilly air flows against their exposed skin and the sounds of cars honking fill their ears as he waits for a response. He hopes they’ll be able to move forward, that you’ll forgive him and they could be friends like how they were years ago. He’s tired of pretending to dislike you, tired of the constant remarks and having to treat you the complete opposite of the way he wants to.

You stand still in front of the bike rack, your shoulders rising and falling with each breath you take. The faint conversations from customers leaving and entering the store as they pass by fall on deaf ears. Their conversations don’t matter to the two people desperate to move forward. Steve sighs as one tanned hand runs through his hair, his frustration beginning to seep into his breath with every moment that passes of silence.

“Please, c’mon. I know you have something you want to say, scream at me, curse me out. I deserve it, I know I do. You deserve to be able to do this, let it out. Say something, anything. I want to fix this, let me fix this. I can’t stand your silence, I fucked up. I need you to say something to me, I need you to talk to me lala. Tell me how to fix this.” His voice has begun to shake and quiver towards the end, sadness and guilt crashing over him as he speaks.

He knows he’s about to cry but he can’t bring himself to care, the only thing he cares about right now is fixing this. He won’t leave his spot until you agree to talk it out, to properly hear him out. He stands still, his hands clasped in front of him as he plays with one of his fingers, a habit he picked up from her, to keep them from shaking, the tip of his nose beginning to turn into a soft shade of pink and his eyes fixed on your frame.

“C’mon honey. I’m sorry, okay? I know words don’t mean a lot especially seeing the way I treated you for so long, but I promise I’m gonna show you I mean it this time. Can you just at least look at me? You didn’t deserve this, I’ll accept whatever you wanna do. You deserve to treat me the way I treat you. I want you to blow up and go off on me, please just say something.” He sniffles and he watches as you begin to turn slowly.

He can’t look away no matter how bad it makes his chest hurt, his eyes rake over your face taking in every small detail. Your face is stained with tears and your eyes are red and puffy, you look exhausted and he just wants to wrap you inside of his arms and hug you tightly. Your gaze is firm, set on his once you’re fully turned around but they don’t shine the way they used to when you looked at him. They aren’t filled with happiness, they’re filled with anger and a hint of sadness and it’s all directed towards him. You sniffle once before you take a deep breath in, Steve braces for the spew of angry words that’ll fly his way but they never come. The only words that come out of your mouth are worse than any scream and insult you could say.

“I hate you, Steve.”

It’s the breaking point for him. The tears come flowing down his cheeks and his chest heaves. He shakes his head as if that’ll clear it from his brain but he sighs shakily.

“That’s fine, I’m sorry. I’m gonna fix this, I promise. I’d hate me too.” He turns around and makes his way to his car as your words bounce around in his memory. He lets the tears fall as he walks away, if he didn’t already feel like shit before - he definitely does now. He never realized just how important you are and how much he still cares about you, but he’s determined to make up for the years of torment he gave you.

He’s gonna fix you and he’s gonna fix them.

Tried to change the ending

Steve’s made his decision to prove just how serious he is about fixing this mess he made. He’s mapped everything out, wrote down a list of everything he needs to do in order to prove his point. He’s researched online on how to win a girl back and he’s even gone to ask his closest friend Tommy on what to do. The first day is simple, something small and simple. He figures the easiest way is to build up to the ‘grand finale’ as the people online call it.

He’s written out a little note on a piece of paper stating how sorry he is and he feels horrible, folding the piece of paper small enough to fit through the little slit in your locker. He’s wary of the few students lingering in the hall as it’s still pretty early and the bell hasn’t rung yet, he can almost feel their eyes following him because he’s actually here at school before noon. He can’t help the small flutter in his chest as he slides the paper in, the prospect of doing something so elementary in hopes of making things right and fixing them.

He sighs at the ridiculousness of his actions, doing something so silly just to get the girl’s attention. He can’t think about it too much, otherwise he’ll regret the entire plan and chicken out. He huffs as he runs his hands through his hair as he walks away, heading towards a spot close enough to watch everything happen. He finds a corner and chooses to lean against it and pulls out his phone. He wants to be as inconspicuous as possible, not wanting to draw attention to him and the oddly creepy behavior coming from someone who is supposed to hate you.

He texts a couple people back, and scrolls through the seemingly endless posts of all of his social media to pass the time before you show up. He’s anxious and excited all at once, fighting the battle of wanting to know how you’ll react and not even wanting to think of your reaction. Ultimately he knows he wants to see if he can get a small smile from his old friend, and wants to know there’s still a chance for them. He knows he’s not gonna give up even if the outcome is bad, if he’s not doing it for his own selfish sake, he wants to do it for you and Leya. He knows they both deserve to get back to their own form of normalcy, and he’d feel horrible if he’s the cause of them drifting apart.

The sound of his fellow schoolmates talking fills the halls as more people begin to fill the halls and soon he spots you, all dressed in a baby blue knee length dress he’s never seen before, white sandals and a white cardigan draped lazily over her shoulders. Even though you dress like yourself, you still manage to look like a stranger. Your eyes lack the light and sparkle they normally do, eye bags have been beginning to form underneath your sad eyes, your hair that’s usually styled is once again thrown into a bun made with a lack of effort. He watches as you keep your head as low as you can get it while still being able to see in front of you as you make your way to your locker. His eyes are locked onto you and the butterflies begin to beat rapidly in his stomach from excitement, he finds it hard to stay still as he watches you.

He begins to bite the inside of his cheek nervously, anxious to see your reaction to his note. You walk slowly and look like you’re about to curl into yourself at any given moment and Steve can’t help the flare of anger towards himself for hurting you like this. His eyes never leave your frame, you get closer and closer to the locker, the bright lights cast over you and make your eye bags even more prominent and he watches your shoulders rise and fall as you take a deep breath. The sound of the surrounding students walking through the halls and making conversation is barely a buzz in his ears, his only concern is making sure you read the note.

He watches as your fingers begin to twist the lock, inputting your combination in and to Steve it all seems to move in slow motion. The door to your locker opens slowly and he watches as your head follows the paper falling downwards. He watches as you take a deep breath before you bend down slightly to pick it up. Your eyes scan the floor in attempts to find out who left the note, but move back down the paper when it’s fully unfolded.

Your eyes flit over the paper and he can see a furrow to form in between your eyebrows as you read the note. His heart feels like it’s falling into his stomach when you shake your head and fold the paper back, you’re gentle with the way you handle it. You grab your books and set them in your tote, closing the locker after you’re done and walking over to the trash can and releasing the note over it, your eyes following the paper as it flutters down into the hole.

His heart feels like it’s being torn in half. He knew there was a high chance of this happening, that you’d want nothing to do with him anymore but seeing it happen right in front of his seems to be a type of hurt he could never prepare himself for. It’s devastating and almost, just almost might bring him to tears. You’d given him chance after chance to try and be better, but he just shrugged it off.

You can only take so much before the other runs out of things to give.

Weeks fly by and it’s the same cycle over and over again, Steve would do something to show he’s sorry and you won't even bat an eye. He’s begun to up his antics, all of his notes thrown in the trash and the small bouquet of flowers attached with a note scoffed at and thrown away as well. He figures the anonymous way of trying to win you back won’t do, he’ll just have to accept the hit to his reputation that’ll come with being seen with the girl he’s sworn to hate.

As you’re walking to class, Steve begins to jog to catch up with you. You’re dressed in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater paired with your favorite pair of shoes today, a type of outfit he’s noticed you’ve been sporting more often and he finds that he misses you getting all dolled up. If he’s being honest with himself, he just misses the way things were and the girl he knew before he went and messed it all up. If he could, he would go back in time and just hand you the batteries and *maybe* things might’ve gone a little different.

Maybe he would’ve stayed close to the girl and built back their friendship, or maybe he would’ve realized his feelings for you and found a way to express them and start a budding relationship with you. Worst case scenario is that nothing would change except the change of heart he had, and they would keep the same interactions as usual. That would be better than the silent treatment and the way she makes him feel invisible with every discarded apology. There’s an emptiness in his chest that only seems to grow with every passing day that can only be filled with your sunshine.

He casually bumps into your shoulder, one that would be exchanged by close friends, before he clears his throat.

“You look comfy today.” The only thing he gets in response is silence from the girl, your head stays facing forward and not even a twitch forms on your face in acknowledgment of his commitment. The two of them dodge their way through the crowded halls as they continue to walk.

“I’m sorry. I really am, lala. If I could go back and fix this, I would.” Once again, you say nothing and he sighs softly before continuing to follow you.

He pulls out all the stops for you, walks you to class, brings you small bouquets of all of your favorite flowers, buys you boxes of chocolates and begins to walk you home even after you ignore his offer to take you home. After every good deed, it’s always the same response. You’re quiet and refuse to speak, your eyes tired and dull as if you’ve been staying up all night. He’s even ditched his old friends, started studying and paying attention in class - while the change didn't happen overnight, it was still enough to capture the attention of some of the teachers. He could hear this whisper in the halls and see the proud smiles on their face whenever he turns in the work or comes up to them after class to ask a question.

Even after all this change, the only person that he needs to see it is still ignoring him. You’re still stuck in the constant state of tiredness and heartache, but he has noticed that you tend to linger near your best friend whenever you can find her. His efforts seemingly to be done for nothing, none of the praise matters if it’s not coming from you. He’s only doing this to get the acknowledgment from the only person that matters most to him right now. He follows you around like a lost puppy and just looks helpless.

“Honey, I’m really sorry.” He begs you daily and it’s always the same response. You never speak, but sometimes, the corners of your mouth begin to slightly curl upwards before you’re clearing your throat and any trace of a smile is wiped away.

Peter losing Wendy

He can’t tell how long he’s been begging the girl made of sunshine, but it’s been weeks and weeks of the same thing over and over again. He’s beginning to give up when one day, He hands you the chocolates and walks you to your home after school, and you smile softly before turning towards him.

“Thank you, Steve.” Your voice rings through his ears and he bursts into a bright smile, one that would definitely hurt his cheeks afterwards but he doesn’t care.

“Oh! You’re welcome! I missed you! I’m so sorry for everything, I’m sorry I was a proper dick, I feel so bad.” He rushes out and a small smile forms on your face, and your eyes begin to shine once more, nothing too crazy, just a very dim glimmer. Steve can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he returns your smile and hurriedly embraces you in his arms tightly.

“It’s okay, Harrington.” You say through a laugh.

“You really changed for me?” You ask and he nods happily.

“Told you, I’d do anything for you. I was determined to make it up to you.”

“You can’t possibly think that I’m just gonna believe you, forgive you and somehow magically we become best friends like we were years ago.” You sniffle as you stare at him.

“But, I mean yeah I didn’t think everything was gonna go back to normal instantly at least.”

This is not how he wanted or needed, because he has to be honest with himself, this conversation to go. He was hoping for maybe some tears to be shed, for you to forgive him at least kind of and give him a second chance.

“Please, one more chance is all I’m asking for.” He’s desperate, he can’t lose you again.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Steve..” Your hand clutches the strap of your tote bag and the wind brushes past the two of you. There’s a lump growing in your neck and you desperately just want to go inside, go back to hiding and ignoring everyone.

“No, wait please! I.. fuck I changed for you! I passed my exam, ditched my friends.. everything! I turned my life completely upside down to show you how much I want to fix this, to fix us.” The tension you haven’t had to feel in weeks is back. Oh how you didn’t miss this feeling, the heaviness in your chest and sting in your eyes from the tears. The air is filled with whatever static energy flowing in the both of you as you both get emotional.

You can’t bear to look at him, to watch his nose tint red and for his cheeks to get splotchy.

“I didn’t ask you to do that..” You turn around and make your way to the door and he quickly grabs your wrist, a futile attempt to stop you.

“I know, I’m trying to prove how serious I am. How much you mean to me, even if I didn’t realize it until it was too late. There has to be a way to fix this! I’ll do anything.” He begs, his hand warm against your cool skin, the lump only growing bigger with every word.

“This is what you wanted, Steve. You wanted to break me down, hurt me, ruin me. You got your wish, you should be happy.” Your voice is watery as you speak, the words breaking your heart when they’re said out loud.

You can hear him sniffing near you, his grip still tight in your wrist.

“Honey, you can’t leave me again. I lost you once, I can’t do it again. I’m sorry I was such an asshole, I’m sorry it took me so long to miss you. I’m so sorry, please don’t do this. I didn’t wanna ruin you completely, I can’t live with myself knowing I did this.”

“You have to live with the consequences, you chose to do this. I don’t think I can forgive you the way you want me to, Steve.” A couple of tears have now begun to fall down both of your faces.

“Jesus! No! I can’t. I love you! I need you in my life again!” He yells, his hands running through his hair and at this moment it feels like a movie. You can almost hear the dramatic music in the background, imagine yourself in someone else’s shoes.

“I think maybe there was a point in time where I did love you, that I could… but I don’t think it’s right now, Steve. I’ve loved you for years and all I got was the short end of the stick and years of torment and hurt all because you were jealous and didn’t know how to deal with your emotions. I can’t let you hurt me anymore.” You say and your eyes betray you, chancing a glance at the boy and you almost want to hug him. He looks miserable, eyes shimmering with tears while more roll down his face, his nose a very bright shade of red and his body shaking as he tries to hold back his cries.

“I won’t hurt you anymore! Please don’t leave me.” He begs, tugging you closer to him and you allow it. You know he needs some sense of comfort in this situation.

Almost immediately, he begins to cry into your shoulder. His arms wrapped tightly around you as if that could prevent you from leaving his life. You sigh sadly as you rub his back.

“Stop breaking hearts, Steve.” He nods softly and clears his throat.

“I promise. I never want to make anyone, especially you feel like this again. You showed me what it feels like and I never wanna do it again.” He says as he pulls away, eyes glassy and face splotchy.

“Please, just one more chance.” You sigh before pulling away from his grasp.

“I’m not saying no, but I’m gonna need a more consistent view on just how much you’ve changed. I need to know you’re serious about this, about getting our friendship back. I’m not doing another round of whatever we just did for the last couple years.” He nods before eagerly leading you into the house, his hand tight around your own.

As they walk into your home with sad smiles and the hint of hesitation, Steve begins to explain everything from start to finish. You listen intently before wrapping him in a tight hug and tell him how much of a dumbass he truly is, and for the night.. it just almost feels like they’re back in their childhood. Sharing smiles and laughing over nothing, the budding garden only begins to grow the longer they stay rooted on the couch talking as if the years of hatred and harsh words never happened.

Steve wished he would have talked to you sooner but deep down he knows it’ll never be the same as it once was. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forgive himself and with every day that passes, he’s determined to show just how much he needs you.

[godsofhumanity]

if you have the time i was just wondering if you had any thoughts/headcanons about sigyn? personally my main one is that she was the one who cut the wire on loki’s mouth after the dwarves sewed it shut

usually it takes me like a month or two to get to hc asks, but this ask is phrased so sweetly and also i adore your hc so i am responding ASAP!!!

in terms of personality, i hc Sigyn to be very meek and humble. i think she is everything Loki is not, and this is fully intentional!!!

i hc that Loki and Sigyn's marriage is arranged by Odin as a way of trying to bring Loki back in line.. to tone him down.

we all know that Odin and Loki considered each other brothers,, but most other gods in Asgard don't share Odin's love for Loki. of these gods, i feel Frigg, Freyja, Tyr, and Heimdallr to be amongst Loki's least fans but these four are also very close Odin and their opinions hold a lot of sway with him.

after all of Loki's antics, i think Odin begins to feel pressure from most of his court stressing that Loki is becoming more trouble than he's worth... of course, Odin does care for Loki and recognises his value, and so, he isn't quite ready to just ditch Loki (it'll take his son dying to make Odin realise just how troublesome Loki can be :// ) and so he comes up with a plan-- if Odin can marry Loki off, maybe, just maybe, he'll become a little more sensible. he'll have someone to hold him accountable, to keep track of him.

that someone? Sigyn.

Sigyn, as i mentioned before, is very modest and sensible. she's enormously kind and endlessly patient. i think she'd have a very friendly, sweet face, always smiling.

i'm not sure where Sigyn comes from-- i definitely do not think she is Odin's daughter or has any blood relation to him,, i think she must've just been one of the ladies of the court. perhaps she was part of Frigg's entourage..

in any case, Sigyn is chosen because she's the exact opposite of Loki and Odin hopes she'll rub off on him.

Sigyn doesn't really want to marry Loki-- i mean, it's not as though she's seen him at court and admires him from a distance. she knows who he is and the kind of trouble he sometimes gets into,, but she doesn't fully comprehend how much of a trickster Loki is.

she thinks, "hmm maybe everyone's being a bit harsh on him."

Sigyn is extremely loyal. first, she is loyal to Odin. that's why she agrees to his plan to marry Loki. but as her marriage progresses, she becomes loyal to Loki because he is her husband and she is a dutiful wife.

i don't believe that Sigyn ever "falls in love" with Loki. she just tolerates him. she finds him a little amusing. she likes the way he's so confident in himself and the way he breaks the mould. even though she wouldn't do it herself. all in all. i don't think she's ashamed to be his wife. and he's not ashamed to be her husband.

i don't think their marriage is unpleasant. Loki is quite amiable towards Sigyn. at the beginning, it's mostly to keep up appearances, but as time goes, it becomes genuine.

i think Loki thinks her to be naive, but there's a purity in her innocence that he knows he doesn't have himself,, so it's like,, pleasing to see in her... if that makes sense?

anyways. Sigyn is not Loki's confidant. i think he's very careful not to detail everything about his exploits or tricks. he keeps her blind and in this way, she's never really at fault for his actions because she doesn't know. in a weird, Loki-sort-of way, it's a kindness to her.

after Sigyn has her boys,, they become her entire world. nothing brings her more joy. i think they are very important to Loki too,, maybe partially because he sees how much joy they bring Sigyn.

as for Sigyn's step-children. i don't think they have much of a relationship; Fenrir, Jormungandr, and Hel are not children in the traditional sense. nevertheless, Sigyn is never jealous of them. she'd speak kindly about them if they ever came up in conversation; that's just who she is.

when everything goes to shit, and Loki gets imprisoned,, Sigyn's children pay the price. brutally. and i think it shatters Sigyn.

it's not like she becomes mean, or cruel. she just becomes.. ghostly. she doesn't talk, or smile. she's mostly mute. she stares off into the distance. sometimes she thinks she hears her boys calling to her.

oddly enough, at Sigyn's lowest point is the time that i think Loki finds the most respect and genuine admiration for her. pride to call her his wife. because even in all of her pain,,, she remains true to her character. she doesn't seek revenge. she knows it's partially Loki's doing that her children are dead, but she still stays with him to protect him. to collect the poison from the snake.

i don't fancy Sigyn to be vengeful. she's gentle, always. it's a strength.

not to talk about my Ragnarok AU again but when Loki gets free finally, i love the idea of him being extremely protective of Sigyn. he makes sure she's safe, not just from his enemies, but from other gods on his own side who might perceive her to be "deadweight". he doesn't abandon her when she becomes frail and incomprehensive. he makes sure that she won't suffer on his account anymore.

i can't comment on how Sigyn feels about this because i think she's so broken she doesn't know how to comprehend the world anymore. she's just a shell.

[littlemisssatanist]

returning home

columbina x cicin mage reader

you return home to your lady.

details

Takes place after Signora/Rosalyne’s death / Columbina might be OOC / Columbina has a pyro delusion (have no idea if this is cannon) / Soft sex / Implied Columbina/Arlecchino/Rosalyne / Columbina can kill me and I would thank her.

Snezhnaya was cold, colder than you remembered. Perhaps that was because of all the time you had spent in the other regions. You had forgotten just how unforgiving your nation was. In a way, you welcomed it, if only because it offered you some semblance of comfort. Comfort from the familiar homes and houses, the familiar pink cheeks and noses on the little kids that ran around in the snow.

Familiarity from the Fatui guards stiffly walked up and down their restricted pathways, protecting Oслепленный Дом with their large weapons and bulky bodies. The Damselette was greatly loved by the Tsaritsa, it was no secret. There was no question as to why her mansion was heavily protected.

Your Lady was kind to her servants, you were quick to learn. You had been placed under her service as soon as you graduated the Fatui’s hard and grueling training, and she welcomed you with open arms. The two of you quickly became close, and you were one of her most trusted followers.

Still… there was something about her that ticked the alarm in your head, told you to never let down your guard around her. The Damselette was an enigma.

You nodded to the guards as you stepped inside the mansion, out of the freezing chill and into the warm air that flushed your body cold than hot when the doors shut behind you.

It was quiet, you noticed. The maids walked to their destinations quickly and quietly, heads facing the ground. Nobody looked you in the eye as you walked past.

You immediately turned towards where the Damselette’s office resided, desperate to turn in your report and take a nice hot bath.

Of course, the archons were not so merciful.

Someone grabbed your arm, and you spun around, electro power crackling in the air. It was Polina, a mousy haired girl that worked as a chef’s assistant. She looked up at you with large worried eyes, biting her lip.

“What is it?” You asked, releasing the electro as an attempt to calm Polina down.

“Our Lady is… unusually angered.” She said in a small voice. “It is not wise for you to visit her at this moment.”

You surveyed Polina, taking in the way she held her other arm by her side awkwardly, as if trying to keep it from moving and causing her pain. You tilted your head.

“Did she hurt you?”

Polina’s eyes widened even more. “She- she threw a plate at me when I went to deliver her lunch. It hit my arm.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “Is that not a job for one of the maids?”

“Nobody wanted to go near her. I volunteered.”

Part of you marveled at Polina’s courage, while the other cursed her for her stupidity. Polina had not a vision nor delusion, and had no training in combat before. She could have been seriously injured.

“It’s alright, Лина.” You said softly, letting go of her arm. “I’ll be fine.”

Polina looked at you nervously. “If you say so.”

You smiled at her, twirling around with a swirl of your coat. You had taken your heavy one, with wool ends that protected you from the harsh winds of Snezhnaya.

Carefully, you raised your fist and knocked on the large wooden doors of your Lady’s office. They were intricate, with roses and vines that spread up to the ceiling. Overall, it was a very beautiful door and you took a moment to admire it.

Then, you took a deep breath and the door creaked open, revealing the large dark room. Across the room were large windows that were currently covered with dark red curtains. Although you couldn’t really see the color at the moment, since all the lights were out and the Damselette was lying curled up in her chair, head in her knees.

You approach slowly, stepping softly. “My Lady?”

The Damselette grabs a nearby object and throws it in your direction. You dodge, and the object shatters on impact. “Go away!” She screams shrilly, slamming her fist onto the table. You jump slightly, freezing. What could have happened to make her like this?

“I have my report, my Lady.” You try again, inching closer.

She raises her head slowly, blind eyes not seeing anything as she looks your way. You carefully lay down the finished report on her desk and made your way back to the large doors, before her voice stopped you in your tracks once again.

“Stop.” The Damselette’s voice was cold, and it had lost most of its high, reedy elements from before. There was a dangerous note in it now, as if one wrong move could snap her patience in half and she would go ballistic. “Come here.”

You obeyed, too nervous to do anything else. The Damselette had uncurled from her fetal position, standing next to her chair. She grabbed your wrist and pushed you onto it, wrapping her arms around you as she sat on your lap. Her arms were strong despite their thin appearance and they squeezed you hard. You sat still with your back straight, not really knowing what to do.

Columbina starts humming under her breath. Her voice had turned mellow now, lilting and musical. It made you relax and you melted into her embrace. She started singing softly, a sad love song that told of lovers separated by their opposite personalities. They had always wanted to be together but nothing they ever tried worked out. It brought tears to your eyes.

Your Lady falls silent and you feel tears fall from her face and onto your chest. Your heart clenches, and you want to cry along with her.

“What’s wrong, my Lady?” You ask softly, bringing a hand to run through her silky hair. Normally, you would not dare to act so familiar with her, but you suspected circumstances had changed and this was an appropriate situation.

Columbina raised her head. Dry tears glimmered on her pale cheeks. She brought a hand to your cheek, cupping it. “She’s dead.”

For a wild moment, you thought that your Lady was talking about the Knave, Arlecchino. Then you laughed to yourself, there was no way.

“The Fair Lady?”

Columbina wails, and you wince. You had heard of the Eighth’s demise, and you knew that the Damselette would be absolutely destroyed. Columbina, Rosalyne, and Arlecchino were closely knotted with each other when they weren’t on missions, often seen around together.

“The Raiden Shogun will pay!” Columbina raged. Her pyro delusion burnt against your skin, and you breathed in heavily. The heat was starting to get too much. “I swear to наша Царица if I get the chance, I’ll kill her! Kill her for her evil deeds… for taking Rosalyne away from me!”

Your Lady fumbles with your coat and throws it to the floor, pressing her small hands onto your shoulders, heating them up immediately. She pressed her body against yours, warming you even more. You were starting to feel a little dizzy.

The Damselette starts whispering into your ears. “You’re very pretty, hm? Rosalyne liked you as well. She used to tell me all the time, when you would drop by at times she was here as well… and you’re so very loyal… one of my most trusted advisors.”

You blushed under the torrent of praises and compliments, thankful that she could not see. She’s suddenly too close to you, and you can feel every slight movement she makes. Your body feels feverish, and there’s a heat pooling in your stomach.

Columbina’s hand travels down your shoulder to your chest, then down your abdomen and rest on your hip. Her fingers leave trails of fire that ignite you, and you grip her closer to yourself.

She giggles, her cherry breath on your mouth clogging up your senses. Her lips were soft and sweet, and it was nothing like you’ve ever tasted before. It was addicting and dumbing, as if you were drinking alcohol straight from her mouth. The kiss satisfied a yearning in you that you didn’t know you had, filling you up like hot chocolate on a cold Snezhnayan day (which you supposed it was, since Snezhnaya was cold every day). And yet there was still an urge left inside of you, one that left you wanting for more.

The Damselette pulled away, pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck. You gasped as she chewed at a sweet spot, and she smiled against your skin.

Columbina played with your body suit, unzipping it down the back and letting the top half fall down to reveal your chest. You were wearing a bra, and she cupped your breasts with her hands, holding them softly. “So soft.” She whispers, and you blush harder.

Your Lady squeezes one of your breasts, and you whimpered. Her lips curled upwards at the sound, and she continued fondling your breasts, enjoying the sounds that escaped your mouth.

“You’re so vocal.” Columbina sounded delighted, the sad notes in her voice hidden behind her excitement. “Like a little song bird. You’re my little song bird, yes?”

You nod, then realize she can’t see, so you say it out loud. “Yes, my Lady.”

Columbina rubs her hips against yours, and a shot of pleasure ran through your body, making your head feel light.

“Precious little song bird.” She breathes, snuggling her head into your neck. “Make me feel good, ok?”

You play with the Damselette’s hair, threading it through your fingers as you pick her up. She’s light, her lithe legs hooking around your waist. You carefully lower her onto the carpeted floor, spreading her out like she was a beautiful work of art. Columbina was, and your breath caught as she tried to find you under her partial blind fold. You brought a hand to her cheek, and she pressed another hand on top of yours.

Your Lady was wearing a short white dress, with thin white stockings leading up her legs and thighs. You hook the end of one of the stockings with a finger, snapping it against her thigh. You took your hand from Columbina’s and crept it down to her hips, slipping under her dress and taking hold of her panties.

You pulled them down; they were already wet. You smiled, leaning down to kiss the inside of her thighs. Columbina whimpered at the touch, bending one of her legs. You grasped it and swing it over your shoulder, allowing for more access to her pussy.

You lean closer, your tongue flicking out against her folds. The Damselette lets out breathy moans, legs shaking slightly against your head. She takes your hair into her hands, her hard grip slightly surprising you.

Then you delve in, your tongue slipping into Columbina’s pussy. You can hear her arch her back as she shuffles under you, head rubbing against the thick carpet.

You continued this routine, inserting and removing your tongue. By now, your Lady is dripping wet, and your mouth is soiled by various fluids. You enjoy the sounds she lets out, voice high and sweet.

She freezes, then throws her head back as she comes. You withdraw from between her thighs, letting her leg fall back to the floor. Columbina lays limply below you, breathing heavily. Her dress was thin, you noticed, and her nipples peeked through the white fabric.

You slip her boat neck top over her shoulders, revealing her breasts. They were small, perfectly fitting in your hands. Her skin was hot like lava, burning under your palms. It was like being close to fire, warm and comforting from the right distance, but overwhelming when you were too close. But it was obsessive, and you yearned for more.

With a slight pop, you took one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking on the pink skin. Columbina moaned as you swirling your tongue around, writhing under your touch. Your knee was pressed against her pussy, and you can feel her getting wet again. You nudged your leg, enjoying when Columbina squeezed her thighs together.

You let go of her nipple, watching as Columbina raises her arms to try to find you. You let her wrap them around you, bringing you down to lay next to her.

“Good little song bird.” She says, fingers tracing the outlines of your face. “Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

“Ok.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss her again.

epilogue

You wake up a few days later with a gift box sitting on your bedside table. There’s a large pink bow pasted on top, and you delicately place it to the side.

Inside is a wrapped something, and a note. You flip the note open, recognizing your Lady’s swoopy handwriting.

For my darling song bird,

Take this gift of mine as a sign of my love for you.

From your lovely Lady,

The Damselette

On the other side was another scribbled line, one that had a different feeling.

Never take it off.

Curious, you open the package and widen your eyes when you see the same partial blind fold your Lady wore. It’s made of soft white silk and you slip it on carefully.

Your heart races at the thought of wearing such a mark, and you find that you don’t really mind.

Fun fact: my native language is Russian. So here are the translations for the random Russian words that appear in this fic:

Oслепленный Дом - Blinded House (I never said I was good at this).

Лина - Lina, short for Polina.

Наша Царица - Our Tsaritsa.

[onelocket]

✎ 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 / bsd smau

Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader

chapter 1, act iv. - what a misfortune,

SYNOPSIS -- right after that sudden rescript ranpo gave you, something… unpleasant happens. (long written part ahead)

highly suggested to click here for summary of this smau first

chuuya’s pov (left to right)

You weren’t sure of what happened either.

As seconds of Ranpo’s sudden declaration of you being some sort of.. masterpiece, lay on the ears of others, so did their eyes on you. It formed tension and fear down your mind and throat, and it doesn’t help that Sigma was being quiet right now too.

Yet only confluences of the most mischievous would even guess what happened next as you hear a harsh sound scratch the floor.

Your head turns immediately to the source, your eyes widening as they deceive it.

The bookshelf beside you and Sigma. It didn’t seem to filled of books - if anything, it could be the least packed shelf out of what you’ve currently seen in this library.

However, the way it was seemingly getting a little… too close from you the longer you dare to stare, as if it was falling… did somebody push it? It was impossible to think you were just imaging things.

You try to get Sigma’s attention by squeezing his hand, yet even he seemed too intimidated by the stare Ranpo gave. What - was Ranpo not seeing the falling bookshelf?

But before you even get time to get you and Sigma off of your spot, the scenario falls victory between you and him.

…All you can be certain of right now is how it felt.

Painful. Really fucking painful.

"What a shame, your injures look as if you just tripped for being clumsy." Yosano, who was tending your more… harsh scratches, hummed out, in that voice so graceful yet also held some tone of jest as if trying to joke her words.

But, not only has Atsushi mentioned it to you; you’ve heard about Yosano a lot of times, aware she seemed to… think oddly at the sight of pain from others,

"So I don’t know if I like that coming from you." Your mind spoke, not wanting to directly insult the undeniably beautiful lady in front of you.

"Who knew our bookshelves were getting old?" Ranpo joined, leaning forward as he sat rather lazily on the chair facing your infirmary bed.

His chest was pressed on the top rail, words coming out lightly muffled as he sucked on a pink lollipop. You turn your eyes away, silent.

The corners of your eyes saw Sigma, foreheads creased into lines as he fights back the noise of discomfort once the nurse tightly wraps his arm with a bandage.

Sigma was in front of you when the incident happened. He was trying to protect you from the two people you were now being a plaything to.

Sigma may have failed, but you can’t stop that banging stab of guilt seeing his current state. His whole arm had to be covered in that ugly bandage wrap, one cheek having a visible scratch.

You thanked the heavens the bookshelf didn’t have much books on it - even if it was strange. Something was surely up.

How on earth did the bookshelf even fall in the first place? And more specifically - why to you and Sigma? Why right on cue after Ranpo’s ‘grand speech’?

And for what you can not just get over - what did he mean by you’re the masterpiece? You just got here, for heavens sake.

You didn’t even want to know what was blowing on twitter right now. Neither did you want to see Atsushi’s concerned texts - more than a hundred percent sure he was already updated on it.

You’ll get to that later, right now though…

"Yeah.. mister president, I can’t wait to hear the replies you’ll give to our school principal later on." Yosano sighed out rather dramatically, finally moving her hands away from your arm as you almost defensively pull it back to your chest.

Yosano seemed to notice but payed no mind, facing back at Ranpo who’s face was all the same; eyes shut, mouth busy with eating that lollipop. He didn’t even seem concerned one bit. Hell - he was only really here because Yosano insisted him. "What? It’s not my fault an object I couldn’t control just suddenly tripped over!"

"Even when it seemingly was on cue?"

"At least show some decency to a new student, you hear?" Yosano scoffed sarcastically, standing up from her seat. "For their first day, you sure got them in trouble. Even with that Sigma boy."

"Don’t call me that." Sigma replied quick.

"Didn’t know you and Sigma were close!" Ranpo hums the mock with a smirk, lifting himself up from the chair with a foot on it. The nurse scolded, "President Ranpo, I told you not to put your foot there every time!" making the said president fake a whine and put the foot down.

All this noise really made you uneasy.

With so many questions in your head - contradicted by a voice that just didn’t want to come out and speak right now… you felt trapped within a school you thought would treat you more differently.

This was a different you didn’t like.

But not even the nurse did anything to stop it.

If only something or somebody could shut them up right now…

"Pardon me," A masculine voice snaps both Yosano and Ranpo’s alternating talk and your head back to reality, eyes immediate to face forward as they move to where the voice originated.

You quickly see a tall figure that walks in those open infirmary doors, his knuckles even giving time to knock on it as he spoke those words. His hair was a long black, his frame and sight was quick to catch you right at that. He -

"Dostoevsky?" The nurse replied, head turning over to him.

was.. "Dostoevsky, huh?"

Albeit you didn’t see, you heard Sigma’s bed give a ruffling noise, as well as a faint gasp your ears failed to further care of. Was he just surprised as you were?

Even so, you were sure your and his reasons were drastically different as your eyes never leave the new sight.

"Good morning." You see Dostoevsky’s lips curve a small smile, yet your view was being partly blocked by Yosano as she turned around to face him too.

You wanted to tilt, "I’m looking for a newly transferred student named (Name) (Last Name)," but found your body frozen.

You find your shoulders stiffen at the way how his voice called out your full name, the whole infirmary waiting for a continuation as he moved a step closer to the room, eyeing you immediately as if he knew you were there all along.

Wait.

Stop, everything’s going too fast all the sudden…

As if within his instruction, you were barely able see Ranpo gently tugging Yosano’s sleeve, making her step back for you and Dostoevsky to have a full view of one another.

His smile formed mannerly.

Your eyes widen at him, while his focused on you.

"I see your injuries aren’t fatal. Might you be available… privately?"

a/n, i’m sorry for my long inactivity.. being one of the two last acts of ch1, whole list of ch2 is now updated on the main post of this silly smau. :)

previous - act iii. masterpiece

next - act v. blame it on those from above

taglist - @iruc @rabioa @stuffeddeer @nijirosz ♡ ～('▽^人)

[dominantslasherking]

Smut

Asa Emory x Possessive Male reader

The Collector/Asa Emory with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+.

[Eye color] eyes glinted over to his partner as he was observing the woman he recently kidnapped, you knew that he didn't harbor any feelings for his victims, but it always got on your nerves when he would brush his hand through their hair, or tease them a bit, with food after he finishes torturing them.

Sometimes Asa liked to keep some alive longer because he enjoyed the thrill of them begging to know that they were completely under his whim whether it was males or females or any other type of gender.

However, this did annoy you to such an extent, that you would ignore Asa for a while until he murdered the victim he was toying with. But he kept doing it! Asa honestly hasn't learned anything of your possessiveness, maybe he does it to spite you or something, to purposely make you jealous.

"Asa.." Your husky voice called out, his form retreating back slightly from his victim, and trotting over to you as if he had not done anything wrong.

Slowly your eyes made their way back over to the woman, who almost had a relieved face when Asa touched her hair, did she really think she had a chance, did she really think Asa took an interest in her? Your blood boiled at the thought of the victim trying to seduce Asa.

You suddenly looked down at Asa, your form towering over his own as he stared at you with his dark black eyes, your hands suddenly make their way over to his mask, before your thumb placed itself on his bottom lip in a rather seductive way.

When you pulled away Asa pulled closer, his eyes slightly titling towards the victims enraging you as your lips smashed against his. He didn't kiss back, because he really wasn't that good at kissing, so he just let you take control, but you could tell he enjoyed it from the way he would tug you in further.

Suddenly, both of your bodies began to move over towards the cell where the woman was kept captive, she was surprised because she didn't see you from all the way over there, maybe it was because her main focus was on her captor.

Tugging at Asa's pants you growled into his ear while slamming his body against the cell, "Fine, you like your victims so much, they can watch as I fuck you." Your harsh voice spoke into his ear, as Asa squirmed slightly, not liking the idea of being vulnerable in front of a victim, but it made him riled and even hornier just thinking about it.

His mask was pushed into the cell wall as he was now directly looking at the victim, his eyes holding no sign of the emotions welling inside him. Asa also didn't bother saying anything as he wanted to reveal not even his voice to the victim, but maybe some moans along the way.

"W-What the---" The woman quickly shut up, knowing if she said anything more she would possibly get killed in an instant, so she watched the entire order with a red gleaming face.

Asa felt something wet hit his hole, he was wondering where--or how you snuck lube into his work area, considering he didn't allow stuff to just lay around.

His back arched slightly feeling your fingers dig inside him. You were currently lubing up your hard cock, steadily lining it up with Asa's flustering pink hole. Slowly you entered feeling Asa's breath slightly stopped, not wanting a moan to escape, as he normally would at your shared house.

"Lady---mm, cmon don't look away, I know you thought of him in such...ways, now how does it feel seeing him try and not to scream in pleasure at just my cock entering him??" Your voice was full of possessiveness, not caring anymore that she continued to look away, you didn't want to share his adorable state anyway.

You found yourself, cock deep and buried into Asa's warm hole. Unexpectedly you pulled out slightly and thrust back in, causing Asa's body to jolt up at the roughness.

Asa's own cock was dripping pre-cum, as you stuffed him full, your pace of thrusting was that of a teasing rough one, "Oh, cmon---Fuck--you asked for this, pretty killer~" You teased into his ear, as he struggled to take dominance, but you thrusted into him hard, his walls squeezing hard your cock

Your hand was placed on the back of Asa's neck as you wanted to keep him in place as you used his hole to your hearts-- well dick's content.

The skin slapping filled the air, as the woman couldn't help but turn to look, as Asa's body was being pounded into. Asa accidentally let some small moans escape passed his lips, as his cock was weeping in pleasure, from you violating his hole however you wanted.

You honestly didn't care if Asa couldn't walk after you were done, you continued to prod his hole with sloppy and hard plunges, your gentle groans muffled as you brushed your head into Asa's shoulder, holding his body close.

Practically impelling Asa on your cock you whispered to him, "Mine--Asa tell me who you belong to?~" You murmured only for his ears, from not getting a response, you impelled him again, and again.

Asa's hole was twitching with pleasure, his cock pulsating, as he could no longer take it, his own raggedy and unused husky voice spoke out, "Y-Your's, [Name]---Agh---~I-I'm yours!" He practically cried out, trying to avoid the moans that escaped his lips as much as possible

Finally, after rapidly impelling him on your cock, he let all his cum free, splattering all inside the cage, and a bit onto the woman as she gasped in surprise in disgust.

Asa's gushy and warm hole, sucked you in, until you coated his walls white, giving the last few thrusts as your deep breaths were in rhythm with Asa's own ones.

"Get rid of her soon, I don't like you keeping them for so long." You commanded, fluttering kisses on his neck, Asa mindlessly bobbed his head up and down.

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 8 - Ignorance

(Oops! Life got a taaaaaad busy there! Between having to finish a heck ton of designs and products for a market, several days of travel, restless sleep and a birthday, there wasn't really any time to write! I'm gonna do my best to get back on track now though~)

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QueerPlatonic PolyQuad Krook House Crew - ModernHuman AU

“Get FUCKED, scum twatter!”

With a satisfied smirk, Anni watched the scowling little old lady turn with a huff, more than glad to see the back of the nasty ass hag.

“That was a little harsh, don't you think?”

“Letters, you know I love your sunshiny ass, but shut the fuck up.”

Fresh Cut Grass gave a slight huff, staring up at their beloved crusty punk of a partner, watching as she flipped off a gruff looking middle aged man, her glare almost daring him to come say something. And perhaps he would have, if it weren't for Ashton right behind her, cracking his knuckles something fierce, managing to look threatening even with Milo curled up in their lap, nose deep in a textbook thicker than their thighs.

“I just don't- I’m not saying that-” they tried, starting and stopping, failing to get his words out just right. “I know she was- That people tend to be a tad…”

“Ignorant?” Milo interjected with, not even looking up as they let the page flutter over to the next.

“Shitty?” Ashton added, reaching over to thread their fingers through Fresh Cut Grass’ bouncy locks, scratching at their scalp in a way that always had him melting in seconds.

“Deserving of a swift kick to the shins?” Anni finished with little flourish of her combat boots, skidding a foot across the grass before settling back into place, leaning heavily into Fresh Cut Grass’ side.

“Rude! I was gonna say rude!” They cried out, a familiar exasperation dripping from each and every word. Yet there was no bite to it, no true annoyance to be heard, this old song and dance so deeply familiar to them all.

After all, no one really understood them.

Too close to be friends.

But distinctly lacking in romance and lust.

And yet, the love they all shared was undeniable.

No others were allowed to touch Ashton in such a way, their flesh only connecting with most through flurries of blows. Only their crew was allowed the privilege of gentleness, of warm, heavy embraces and ever so gentle hands, as large and powerful as they were, tenderly holding, patting and stroking.

Only they were worth that pain.

Who else could draw Milo from the safety and comfort of their own home? The outside world was so bright and noisy, full of people who always threw funny looks their way. Away from their beloved projects and personal coffee blend that only Ashton, Anni and Letters knew how to make juuust right.

Yet here they were, outside on a sunny day, in the middle of a public park.

Only they were worth the mental energy.

Anni notoriously got along with just about nobody. People were a pain in the ass. They didn't like her crass sense of humor. They only ever tended to like her when she was performing. But her music, her art, was deeply personal to her, and outside of actual gigs, no one got to hear her play.

Nor did they get to see beneath the brashness. The loyal heart that lay beneath.

Only they were worth trying for.

Fresh Cut Grass loved hugs and going out and meeting all kinds of people! By all means they should have been surrounded by a plethora of love!

But they had been burned before, both metaphorically and, well, physically. He had felt loss. Felt abandonment. Felt lost and alone and so so afraid.

It had been Ashton and Anni and Milo who had put him together again, who never gave up on them, who fought against a world so big and cruel, just to keep them safe.

Just to see Fresh Cut Grass smile again.

Only they were worth that fractured trust.

“Rude is fair too,” Milo agreed, finally setting their book down to peer over at their partner, throwing them an understanding smile. “Honestly, all those answers were. People are assholes when they don't understand something. I think we all know that pretty well. I for one, can't really complain about ignorant bastards getting what’s coming for them. Anni and Ashton need some kind of healthy outlet for all that pent up rage.”

“You saying I can punch a mother fucker?”

“Not unless you have bail money ready. I am not spending my afternoon trying to get your ass out of an arrest AGAIN, Anni.”

“Booooo, you whore!”

“Can't get arrested if you punch them hard enough that the fucker can't even remember their own name.”

“Ashton! You promised, no more fights this week!

“Ain’t a fight if they never punch back,” Ashton retorted with a shit eating grin. Fresh Cut Grass crossed their arms in turn, before playfully flicking the very tip of his nose.

“You know what I was meanin’! Only necessary violence allowed, like self defense or wrestlin’ street alligators!”

“... Do I even want to ask where that shit came from?”

“Street alligators? Oh! Well I was watchin’ YouTube late last night…”

“Late night conspiracy vids. Got it.”

Under the shade of an old oak tree, upon a fluffy old blanket, they four of them continued on, voices overlapping, intermingling as their bodies did aa well. Their touches casual, yet still intimate. Lingering without complaint, with familiar comfort.

Like this was all they ever needed.

Like, together, they were home.

And that was something worth the scorn, the cruel whispers and willful ignorance.

After all, nothing else quite mattered outside of them.