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fairyofhee · 10 months

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ONE OF YOUR GIRLS.

PAIRING. heeseung x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS. It was difficult to contradict the rumors of you being obsessed with Lee Heeseung. But it was all true that you had a huge crush and a few wild fantasies about him. You were aware of his infamous reputation of how many girls he’s taken to his bed, yet you still wanted to be one of his.

WARNINGS. angst, fluff, contains smut! MINORS DNI. first time, fingering, unprotected sex, pull-out method. 7k words.

It started happening a few days ago when you heard the whispers of people making unsettling remarks about you. Apparently, you were obsessed with Lee Heeseung.

But the rumors were not true. You barely acknowledged Lee Heeseung’s existence, you certainly do not have the biggest crush on him, and most definitely didn’t have the fantasy to fuck him. These are wild statements to come out of someone’s mouth, but those were just rumors.

Well, that’s what you wanted people to think. It’s true that you have a crush on Heeseung, a huge one that gives you constant butterflies, in fact. It started off as small feelings in middle school because you just found him cute. Then in high school, you started to gain real feelings, an admiration for him. He was the smartest dude in school, the captain of the basketball team, and he was always soft spoken and sweet to anyone he talked to. It was impossible not to fall for him.

With all these years of having these feelings, you barely talked to him, even if being in the same circle of friends. Though, things started to change this school year. The friend group started to hang out often since ways would be parted for college next year. You and Heeseung started talking more and you even got to know each other better, which made you hopeful for something more.

But soon, you were met with bitterness, a feeling close to heartbreak. He started getting distant from everyone — especially from you. You overheard from the chatters around school that Heeseung was a major fuckboy now who slept with the girls at school. You never judged him, despite the aches in your chest that it caused.

The girls who slept with him would brag about how good he was. Heeseung, the sweet guy he is, was the sweetest in bed. And as much as it tarnishes your self worth and disregards the deep feelings you have, you didn’t mind the idea of being his just for one night, let alone a few hours.

You just wanted to be one of his girls.

You slammed your locker closed and was met with Heeseung who had a sly grin on his face.

“So, should I take you to my place tonight? Or do you prefer if I take you on a date first?”

You haven’t talked to him in a week and there was no doubt that he heard about the rumors — the rumors that he had no idea were true.

“What are you talking about?” You said with a hint of defensiveness. You quickly softened your expression to make up for your attitude, you were just tired of everyone talking about you.

“Nothing,” Heeseung shook his head, “I’m just teasing you. I heard what people are saying.”

“None of it is true,” You lied.

He let out a low laugh, which caused your heart to drop in fear. “It wouldn’t be so bad if they were.”

You gently push his shoulder and Heeseung quickly gets rid of the smirk on his face. “Stop joking around, a lot of people are already on my ass about it. And everyone knows you have a different girl in your bed every week, it just makes me seem twice as desperate.” You playfully say, taking the situation less seriously as Heeseung is.

You watched as his gaze fell to the floor. Were you wrong to bring up his reputation?

Heeseung scratched his head before meeting your eyes, “It’s just rumors and they will go away soon,” he spoke matter-of-factly.

“I’ll see you tonight at the bonfire?”

You scoff and shake your head. “I probably won’t go anymore because of what people are saying.”

He notices hurt evident on your face, but he smiles anyway. “If the rumors aren’t true then don’t let it bother you,” he takes a step closer and you start to feel your heart pound. “I’ll try to find out who started it, but I better see you tonight.”

At that he leaves, and there it was, the feeling of butterflies floating around in your stomach. His assurance makes you feel better.

It was impossible to hide how widely you smiled and how heated your cheeks felt. He was just being a kind and caring friend, yet it was impossible not to fall for him.

Bonfires were held by the school to celebrate the wins of the basketball team. You always had a great time hanging out with your friends, meeting new people, and supporting the team. Though, it also wasn’t fun to always watch the team captain stick his tongue down someone’s throat and completely disappearing before the night ended.

You decided to attend the one held tonight, although things would be different. There will be people who are constantly going to talk about you or maybe even say things directly to your face.

On the way to the bonfire, you thought about the last words Heeseung said to you at school before he left your locker. These stupid remarks that people are saying will eventually go away. But you still had no idea who would start these rumors.

You thought that you hid your feelings pretty well by not telling anyone, not even your closest friends. Maybe you were just too obvious.

“What if someone humiliates me tonight?” You walked down the beach with Hana, having a churned feeling in your gut.

“We’re not gonna let that happen,” Hana softly says while wrapping a blanket around you. “The boys will literally kick someone’s ass, you know how protective they are of you.”

You thank Hana for helping you ease up. You let go of your uneasy thoughts, Heeseung is expecting to see you which matters right now.

“You guys made it,” Jake got up from his seat to hug you and Hana. You look around and take in your surroundings. There were more people than you expected. Sunghoon and Jay were sitting down around the campfire along with a few students from school that you recognized.

Noticing that Heeseung wasn’t here, you press your lips in a small frown, already thinking about the worst of where he may be.

“Where’s Heeseung? Did he already leave with someone tonight?” You ask Jake in a playful manner, preparing your disappointment if he already had disappeared with someone else.

“No,” Jake laughed, “The basketball team snuck in booze so he’s helping with that. He’ll be back.”

You nod and try to hide the evident sigh of relief that was let out. “Forget that I asked,” you laughed before going around the campfire to greet Sunghoon and Jay.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked. “I’m fine, I’m just gonna hang for now and probably get a drink later,” you said, taking a seat in an empty space. You recognize the person sitting to the left of you, he was definitely a player of the basketball team.

“Hey, aren’t you suppose to help-“

“Have you fucked the captain yet?”

You heard the boy say as his lips turn into a sneer, and you started to chuckle nervously, the question catching you off-guard but it was expected right? You and your obsession with Heeseung was the talk of the town this week.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” You groaned out. Before the boy could answer, he was lightly smacked in the head. “Hey, leave her alone,” announced a familiar voice from behind you.

It was Heeseung with an agitated look on his face, and you couldn’t help but feel your lips slightly upturn into a grin. You watched as Heeseung took a seat, separating you and his teammate.

The action made your heart warm.

“When did you get here?” The irritated look on his face changed as he smiled fondly.

“I just got here with Hana.”

Heeseung nods before initiating small tension of silence. You notice him carefully bringing his stare to you. It was as if he using his eyes to trace every detail on your face and this freaked you out.

“Is there something on my face?” You questioned anxiously, hoping that you didn’t actually have anything on your face because it would be embarrassing, especially in front of your crush that you’re trying to impress.

Heeseung shook his head and chuckled. “No, I’m just glad you’re here,” he softly said.

A shit eating grin appeared from his response and you were flustered, your face possibly super red.

“Am I missing something?” You giggled, in disbelief of the words coming out of his mouth.

You were happy to know that he’s glad to see you, you actually wanted to scream, but you were also a bit confused on why he suddenly felt this way.

He was a fuckboy and this was probably his way of taking his girls to bed, not that you minded because this is what you want — a chance to be his for one night, but something felt off.

“All of a sudden you’re happy to be around me,” you lightly shrugged while taking a moment to get lost in his wide eyes, “What’s going on?”

His throat bobbled before he forced out a laugh, “Nothing’s going on. I just wanna make sure you’re doing okay after what people are saying.”

You didn’t know why, but you had a hard time believing him. You had a feeling that he wasn’t telling the truth. “Thank you-“

“We’re gonna play truth or drink.”

You drew your attention away from Heeseung when Hana was in front of you.

“I’ll pass,” you tell her.

Hana crosses her arms and pouts, “Just play for one round then you can go back to- whatever,” she turned her gaze to Heeseung who was awfully sitting closer than you remember. Hana notices the close proximity but doesn’t comment on it, instead, she’s waiting for you to answer.

“Why are we playing truth or drink?”

Hana grins, “The boys suggested it because they’re bored and the booze hasn’t kicked in yet.”

“Fine, but just one round,” you warn.

Hana happily takes a seat next to you with Heeseung still on your left. You watch your friends and a few familiar people around the campfire get comfortable before the game starts.

“Heeseung,” Sunghoon managed to get everyone’s attention, “Can I ask you first?”

You turn to face Heeseung who swallowed as he sat up to unintentionally fix his posture. “Sure,” he said without hesitation.

“Alright, let me think,” Sunghoon muttered.

“When was the last time you slept with someone?” There was a hint of tease in his voice.

Heeseung eyes got a bit wider while the question caused the others to ‘ooh’ like children. You, however, felt your stomach twist. You were curious, but also didn’t need a reminder that the guy you have feelings for is sleeping around with most of the girls at school but you.

You feel your brows furrow when Heeseung locked eyes with you for a moment before he finally spoke out his answer. “A month ago.”

You tried to give out a quiet laugh, but Heeseung heard and quizzically tilted his head at your reaction. “You’re lying,” you murmured.

Heeseung peered intently at you, he was taken aback. “It’s the truth,” he cleared his throat.

You almost feel bad, but you skeptically stared at him, “I have a hard time believing that.”

His expression turned into a more serious one, and you suddenly felt a sense of nervousness wash over you. Have you struck a nerve?

“I’m sorry,” you said as he went silent, “It’s just hard to believe that the biggest fuckboy at school would go a month without sex.”

You and the others who heard everything shared a look as Heeseung snickered. You turned to face him and this time he was closer. There was an uncomfortable closeness. He was intimidating, and you felt your breath hitch, regretting the words that came out of your mouth.

“How many times are you gonna mention me being a ‘fuckboy’ and the girls in my bed?” The change of tone in his voice was almost scary.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” You shake your head and try to apologize. You acted out of jealously and bitterness. “Heeseung-“

“I answered. Who’s turn is it?” he interjected while looking around to continue the game. Thankfully, no one made a single comment to what was heard. Jake proceeded with the game by asking the girl next to him a question.

You cursed under your breath knowing that it was wrong to not believe Heeseung’s answer and to bring up his reputation about his sex life. Not wanting things to be weird, you attempt to apologize again but was met with hard silence.

After a moment of listening to your friends play the game that you forgot was occurring, Heeseung finally looks back at you and there was something in his gaze you had never seen.

“Are you jealous because you want to fuck me?” He mutters lowly for only you to hear.

You freeze completely.

The intensity in his stare and the sensual tone in his voice made you feel something that you have never felt before when he spoke to you.

“T-that’s not true,” you stuttered, trying to ignore how hot your ears and cheeks felt.

You felt as if you were caught and the truth of yours was finally going to come out. You weren’t ready to tell Heeseung about your feelings, you weren’t even sure if you’re going to confess.

“I know,” Heeseung softly lets out with a quick change of expression. He grins, noticing your flushed face. “I’m sorry, it was just a joke. I just like seeing you flustered,” he admits.

You playfully push his shoulder just as you did when he was at your locker earlier today. You let out a huge sigh of content that he wasn’t super pissed about the comments you made. But why was he always playing around with you?

“Y/N, your turn.” Someone from your class blurted out which caused your head to shoot up.

“What’s your question?” You uttered.

Your classmate took a pause to think of a suitable question to ask. “Are you currently seeing or dating anyone?” They finally spoke.

“I am not,” you said easily.

“That’s good to know,” a voice said and you swore it came from the left of you, but you weren’t certain. Suddenly, you notice everyone looking at the boy next to Heeseung, the one who spoke to you earlier, with faces of terror.

“What did you say?” You asked the basketball player with a slight anxious tone to your voice.

Along with everyone around the campfire, Heeseung had his eyes glued to his teammate.

“I said that it’s good to know you’re single,” He said with an exasperated voice.

The comment made you feel a bit irked, but your focus was on everyone whispering and some even laughing before they quickly moved on.

“She’s lying,” you heard another sudden voice blurt out. This time, the voice sounded clear and close. “She’s taken by me,” Heeseung declared, not sparing you a glance.

“What?” You exclaimed, feeling your heart beat rapidly to the point that you didn’t notice Hana trying to speak to you. “Heeseung, stop,” you urged, knowing that he was playing around again.

Heeseung ignored you and instead, nodded his head, “We’ve been dating for awhile now.”

“Stop fucking around again, it’s not funny,” You pleaded while grabbing onto his arm to get his attention. He finally met your eye contact but kept going with his act by appearing to be upset.

“Baby, come on.” He whined out, practically begging with his big doe eyes.

You would usually feel the butterflies in your stomach, but this was different. You started to wonder why he treated everything as a joke. And it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t aware of your feelings, but he was really torturing you.

“Is that why you made up those rumors?”

Heeseung glanced over your head as your eyes widened at the sudden statement. You turned around and surprise crossed Jake’s face.

“You made things up to soft launch your relationship?” Jake continued, directly speaking to Heeseung.

You take a second to process Jake’s words and the look Heeseung gave him. All you can do is inquisitively raise your brow at Heeseung, while trying to get rid of the huge lump in your throat.

“What is he saying?” You softly asked, trying to ignore the heavily feeling in your chest. Heeseung opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it.

“You made up those rumors?” You raised your voice, trying to get an answer out of him, but there was nothing so you get up from your seat and stand before him.

“Do you know how many people at school have humiliated me?” You choked out as the realization hits you. You were betrayed by your own friend who happened to be the one guy that you have intense feelings for. “Why did you do it?”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Heeseung stands and attempts to hold your arm but you quickly pull away.

You shook your head fervently, “That’s all you have to say? Why are you doing this to me?”

Lee Heeseung always gave you a sense of what heartbreak felt like. The way most girls had a taste of him and how he betrayed you.

Was it wrong to not believe that he was hurting you? Maybe you were obsessed with him.

“I’ll bring you home,” Hana reaches out for your hand and leads the way to the car, both of you leaving the bonfire after saying quick goodbyes to your confused friends. You felt humiliated enough and just wanted to go home.

You hear Heeseung practically chasing after you, “Wait,” he pleads, voice cracking lowly.

“Why did you do it?” You let out, blinking back incoming tears because you weren’t going to cry.

“You’re always fucking around with me and I didn’t do shit to you,” the pain in your voice was so evident that Heeseung shook his head, an array of emotions flurrying across his face.

“I didn’t mean to humiliate you,” he gently said.

As much as it hurts, you said nothing and got inside the car, leaving Heeseung feeling like complete shit. You repeatedly asked the same question, yet it was always dodged. To you, it wasn’t worth to fight for an answer anymore.

On the way home you confessed to Hana about your crush. She wasn’t all that surprised because yeah, you were just too obvious about it.

Now you were in bed, trying to forget all that is Lee Heeseung, but it was too damn hard. Your stupid crush as you call it, felt more than a simple crush. That invisible pull he had on you was too strong and it seemed impossible to move on.

You wonder if he were ever going to apologize, were you going to forgive him quickly?

The thought of moving on continued until you felt your eyes closed and drifted to sleep. But suddenly, you heard a few taps on the window which caused your eyes to snap open.

Surprised and super tense, you ran to your window and hesitatingly open your blinds to reveal Heeseung standing outside on your balcony. He had that same look on his face when didn’t spare him a chance to speak before getting inside the car. You open your window to let him in, praying that you weren't loud enough to wake your parents up who were asleep down the hall.

“You scared me,” you whispered, watching him enter your room through the window with ease. You quickly cross your arms, feeling a bit exposed in just silk pajama pants and a tank top.

“What are you doing here?” You panic as he scans your room. “My parents are sleeping and-“

“I’m sorry I made up those rumors,” he interrupts, face dropping in hurt as he stands before you. You narrowed your eyes at him, realizing how close he was standing. It was difficult to keep your heart steady, you didn’t even have time to process that Lee Heeseung was in your room.

“Why did you do it?” You ask the same question once more, hoping he answers this time.

“I did it because I wanted your attention,” his throat bobbles. “It’s actually really fucking stupid,” Heeseung sighs hard as you attentively listen, not fully understanding his words.

“I like you a lot and I thought that these rumors would bring us closer together,” he confesses. “It’s so stupid, I don’t know why I thought that.”

Your breath hitches as your arms drop. This new information is hitting you with surprise, causing you to take a tentative step forward, “You like me?” You couldn’t believe him.

Heeseung nods, “I’ve liked you for a while,” he huffs and glances away. “I started sleeping around to distract myself from you, and I tried getting rid of my feelings because I knew you wouldn’t like me back,” a laugh was let out.

Your mouth falls open, but you were speechless. The boy you’re practically in love with is reciprocating his feelings and he left you momentarily stunned as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through your veins.

“Heeseung,” you shake your head, having a difficult time comprehending what you’ve heard.

“Wait,” he brings both hands to each of your bare shoulders. “It’s true that I’ve stopped seeing other girls. Whenever I was with them I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he pauses and grins for a moment, “So I had to stop.”

“You sound insane right now,” you let out without thought and he sighed with a nod, “And you made me look like a fool and an obsessive freak.”

He nodded again while removing his hands, “I know and I’m really sorry for doing that to you. And I’m sorry for what I pulled at the bonfire, it was wrong to lie like that in front of everyone.”

You crossed your arms, “The rumors you said-“

“What I said about you was fucked up.”

A frown fell upon him as you stare into his eyes. You knew he was genuine with his words — he wouldn’t have snuck into your room and risk getting you both caught if he wasn’t.

You slowly step forward, cupping his face with a hand and taking the chance to finally close the gap between you two, capturing his lips in a kiss. You heard him let out a gasp when he felt your lips on his. Heeseung easily melts into you while returning your kiss, and you can’t help but smile, finally kissing him after wanting him for so long.

You were the first one to pull away when air became necessary, “What you said was all true.”

He furrowed his brows, unable to find words to say anything. The redness of his ears makes you giggle, it was cute to see how shy he was.

“I like you too and I thought about being with you,” you interlock your hand with his, never leaving his gaze. “I thought about it a lot actually,” you remove the hair in your face, “Whenever I heard that you were with someone else.”

Heeseung tried to gather the courage to speak. According to his words, he’d never thought that you would feel the same way. To express what he was feeling inside, he brought his lips to yours for a quick kiss before pulling away.

“What fantasies do you have of me?”

The question causes you to hide your face in embarrassment, but Heeseung quickly removes your hands, regretting his pestering remark.

“I’m truly sorry, I’ll make sure people at school will stop talking about you. I did something very shitty and you don’t deserve it,” he admits.

“I forgive you,” you bury your face in Heeseung’s shoulder, “Only because I’m an obsessed freak.” You joke hastily causing him to chuckle fondly.

After a moment of being in each other’s embrace, you stare into his vulnerable eyes, allowing yourself to act on your feelings. “I want to be yours. I always have,” you beamed.

Heeseung understands quickly, because he also has always wanted to be yours. His eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips against yours softly.

He kissed you gently and slow, until he’s suddenly attacking your lips, and you feel both of his large hands cupping your small face. He licks your bottom lip for permission to shove his tongue inside your mouth and you accept, both of you fighting for dominance. It was like a reflex with the way you grabbed onto his hair.

You felt his hand slip under your tank top and he grabs your breast, kneading it gently. A loud exhale leaves your mouth, his touch igniting you.

Heeseung quickly broke away from you and nuzzled your temple before taking a deep breath then sighing, “We don’t have to go all the way.”

“Lee Heeseung turning down sex?” You tease him and he laughs before kissing you once more.

“I didn’t come here expecting something to happen. You’re special to me.”

His declaration makes your hurt flutter and creates an uncomfortable feeling between your legs. “I want you,” you tell him.

Heeseung freezes.

“Have you done it before?” He takes your hand.

You hesitate before shaking your head, “I’ve did other things before, but I’ve never gone all the way with someone.”

Your response makes him pause.

“Then it shouldn’t be with me,” he says before withdrawing his touch and taking a step back.

You grab his arm, refusing him to walk away, “Hey, I want it to be with you. I don’t care about how many other girls you’ve had, that’s not important,” you tell him. “Heeseung, please.”

It felt like a long time waiting for him to say something. Finally, he speaks up, “If we do this then I want you to tell me to stop when you want me to,” his voice is uncharacteristically quiet.

“Okay,” You nod your head accordingly.

“But we can’t be too loud, your parents are down the hall,” he amusingly smiles.

You nod your head one more time as he searches for any last signs of you wanting to back out. His hot breath fanned on your face as you pull him closer by his shirt.

He leans further down to press a trail of kisses against your jaw as you take a deep breath before tugging at the end of his shirt while his hand slides under yours, cupping your breast firmly this time. Heeseung removes his shirt, revealing his exposed chest as you take off yours.

You watch him take a step back to admire you, which leaves your face flushed with heat.

“You’re perfect,” he says, and all you could do is smile because you notice the tent in his pants.

Heeseung wraps his arms around your waist and shoves his tongue back inside your mouth. You rub your thighs together feeling yourself getting soaked, you wanted to feel him already.

When you wrap your arms around his shoulders, you can’t help the way your body reacts to him as you attempt to rub yourself against him.

Heeseung notices this and instead of letting you continue, he slides a hand inside your pants and between your legs to spread your slick while also pressing the heel of his palm on your clit.

“That feels good,” you groan out, still attempting to press against him. When you succeed, a small grunt leaves his lips. “Does it?” He says coyly while curling his long fingers inside you.

You don’t answer him and it’s because he’s hitting your sweet spot, making you unable to speak. He fastens his pace and you feel your orgasm approaching, “H-Heeseung, I’m so close,”

He relentlessly rubs circles around your clit, reveling in the pretty noises coming out of your mouth. You feel your thighs shaking as you continue grinding against him, and it was becoming too much until you let out your release, holding onto his biceps to steady yourself.

After retracting his fingers and wiping them clean on his pants, Heeseung easily picks you up from off the ground and props you on your bed. He grabs the band of your pants to pull them down before quickly slipping off your panties. You impatiently lay there, waiting for him to undress.

He starts to strip off his pants by unbuttoning the buttons, his boxers followed by it. The sight of his cock leaking with precum caused your eyes to widen. He was pretty, prettier from what you’ve seen before, and you can’t help but feel nervous as to how he was going to fit inside you.

But you trust him and give him a nod to continue because you want this so bad. Heeseung started to stroke himself, and with the copious amount of precum, he was able to glide up and down with ease. The view of Lee Heeseung looking gorgeous on your bed while naked leaves you breathless.

“Shit,” he lets out a panic grunt.

You sit up and notice the worried look on his face, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry baby, I-I don’t have a condom,” he mutters, and by the tone in his voice, you could tell that he was freaking out. “I have one in the car, I could run to get it really quick.”

You think about it for a second before shaking your head. Although a condom would be the safest choice, you don’t want him to get dressed just to undress again. Your parents were still in the house, and you were afraid that he’d get caught sneaking back inside.

You also wanted him now, you weren’t sure if you could wait much longer. “You can just pull out,” you suggest and he immediately refuses.

“It’s okay, I trust you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t have a problem getting it.”

You reach for his hand and give it a tight squeeze before nodding, “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Unless you aren’t?” You continue.

Heeseung shakes his head, “No, I’m sure. I want you too, very badly, but I want you to feel safe.”

You lay back down while pulling Heeseung until he’s hovered over you. “I trust you, Hee. It’s fine.”

Heeseung merely tilts his head and lets his smile deepen as he removes the hair in your face to see you clearly. He kisses the side of your mouth then your lips before taking his throbbing length to slowly slide inside you.

With his precum and your dripping core, he is able to slide in easily, but he deliberately takes a slow amount of time, not wanting to hurt you. Your hands desperately grabbed at his bare shoulders, digging your nails in as he slides in deeper. You feel full when he’s only halfway in, and as much as you wanted to him to bottom you out and fuck you relentlessly, it did hurt a bit.

“I’m sorry,” he halts and completely slips out, feeling you slightly shift and noticing the uncomfortable look on your face.

“No,” you grab him by the arm, “Don’t stop.”

Heeseung obliges, lining his cock up with your entrance and gently easing the tip inside. He inched inside deeper and your walls squeezed when inviting him in. Heeseung fully inserted himself into you, causing you to cling onto him and let out a loud whine. He allowed you to adjust as he stretched you out and the feeling felt better than just fingers, you were already addicted.

He grabbed your thighs and grinded himself upwards, placing his dick so deep inside you. Heeseung grit his teeth attempting to hold back his sounds before planting a weak kiss on your lips, never feeling like this with anyone else.

“Does it feel good?” He whimpers, gradually increasing his pace when thrusting inside you.

All he got as a response was moan and he chuckled, finding it cute. You were enthralled, feeling his movements become faster, more ragged and desperate. “It feels- so good.”

Heeseung was watching you with lustful eyes as you took his cock in ecstasy. Your lips met, exchanging warm breaths and loud moans into each other’s mouths as it echoed inside your room. “You feel good, perfectly made for me.”

“I’m glad it’s with you,” You accidentally let out, trying to contain your moan. After hearing your words, he groaned and firmed your hips closer. You feel him increasing his pace, hitting your spot as he slid in and out of you, almost tipping you over the edge. “Heeseung-“ You began.

He lets out a soft grunt before slyly sneaking a hand down to graze your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut and clench hard, his words and warm touch helping you to approach your release.

“Hee, I’m close,” you cry out. He continues thrusting sensually, causing loud sounds to leave both of your mouths at the sensation.

Simultaneously, you both cover each other’s mouths restricting the loud noises so that you wouldn’t wake your parents up. And you release just like that, moaning into Heeseung’s hand.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, “You’re perfect.”

You were dizzy and disoriented, barely making out the words that left his lips as he slows down his rhythm, still fast enough to chase his own release. “I’m gonna cum,” he whined, his fingers gripping your hips almost painfully.

His touch felt amazing and you were vaguely aware of Heeseung pulling out just in time. You groaned, watching as he gasped himself in his fist, pumping himself over your stomach as he painted you with his seed.

His weight gently pushed you flat against the mattress, his puddle of cum sticking on the both of you as you both shook from the intensity of your orgasms. Heeseung pressed small kisses to your shoulders before getting up from your bed and picking up his shirt to clean you.

“Are you okay?” Heeseung asked before rolling to lay next to you. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, “It was perfect,” you then plant a small kiss on his lips while removing a piece of his hair that stuck to his forehead.

“You were very sweet with me.”

“I told you that you’re special to me,” he replies, pressing his lips against your forehead.

The corners of your mouth upturned into a huge smile, the butterflies in your stomach were floating around as if they didn’t leave. But in a matter of a quick second, your body language changes into a more stern and stiff manner.

“What’s wrong?” His voice trembled in concern.

A sudden feeling of insecurity hit. Heeseung knew how to make you feel good, it wasn’t like anything you’ve ever felt before and a reason might be because he is experienced, but you wonder if you were able to satisfy him — to make him feel good.

“You were so perfect, I don’t know if you could say the same,” you drop your head in defeat. “I’m sorry if it didn’t feel good to you-“

“Baby, stop talking,” he urges.

“You said that you don’t care about how many girls I’ve been with,” he reiterates. “I don’t care if you’re experienced or not, it was perfect because it was with you. I want to be with you.”

You could feel your voice caught in your throat. The look in his eyes as he declared his words made your heart pound hard in your chest. It feels unreal to finally win over your crush of how many long tumultuous years. After everything, you wonder how lucky you got with him.

And Heeseung was thinking the same thing. He felt lucky to be with you after all of his fuck ups, he was obsessed with you too.

“You’re with me,” you tell him.

“Okay then,” he looks satisfied, “You’re my girl.”

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#enhypen fic #enhypen smut #enhypen hard headcanons #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung hard hours #heeseung smut #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung angst #kpop smut #kpop fic #heeseung fic

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Déjà vu, Déjà connu

[AO3]

based on dreamlings' post

I’m here because… I’m interested.

The words circle Dream’s mind. A spiral of questions with no answer. Interested. Interested. Hob’s hands on his hips. Hob’s mouth along his throat.

In me?

No, Dream thinks. Hob’s fingers inside him, pressing buttons untouched for centuries with the brutality and care of an experienced lover. Yes, yes, maybe, yes.

1503.

Dream lies in bed, afterwards, loose and languid. Looking up at the dark wood paneling of the ceiling, the fine grains and whorls of it. Contemplating.

Hob settles back on the mattress beside him, laughs. “I’ve never seen someone thinking so hard after sex.”

“Perhaps I am grading you,” Dream says, and Hob laughs harder.

“Oh, yeah? What score’d I get, then? ‘Cuz I’ll tell you, I never been to proper school, but I have a pretty good bedroom education.”

Dream’s lips tip up in an unwitting smile. Hob is looser, like this. Free and charming, when he does not know who Dream is. Does not think he is a demon, or the devil come to claim his soul. Just a passing traveler in an inn.

Dream had not intended to run into him. He had not intended to see Hob at all until their next scheduled meeting ninety or so years from today. He had come to the waking world for a quick errand, hunting after an occult artifact he’d heard might be in the area.

He’d draped himself in a different form than usual so as to leave less of a trail. Not so different from his usual shape, still lean and angular because it felt right to be barely of flesh, to slip into the shadows between things. But his hair was shorter and lighter than when he’d last seen Hob, his eyes a muted brown, face softer.

Dream did not take much note of his own appearance, most of the time, but Jessamy had advised him to tone down the drama, so Dream had—again to borrow her words—shaved off the more striking edges of his form. Made himself more nondescript.

And then—leaving an unproductive meeting with an artifacts dealer who did not have what he needed, and frustrated for it – he had stumbled into Hob. Hob, who wore this era well, settled into his immortality in the decade and a half since their meeting. Whose auspicious printing trade seemed to be treating him nicely.

“Whoa, now,” Hob had said, steadying him by the arm as they brushed past each other. They had never touched before, and Dream had stared at the point where Hob’s hand held him. Hob had looked him up and down un-subtly. “Haven’t seen you around here before, have I?”

“I am just leaving,” Dream had said, making for the door of the inn.

Hob hadn’t blocked his way, but he had called out. “Sure I can’t convince you to stay for a drink?”

And Dream—he had been frustrated. The waking world made him itch at the best of times, and to have his time wasted to boot—

And Hob was—interesting. Dream was loath to admit this, but his company at their last meeting had been engaging. Left Dream wanting to know more in a way he usually did not, with people.

He should have left. Instead, he had stopped. “If you are buying,” he’d said, because he’d felt it was a more human response than entertain me with your stories, Hob Gadling.

He had turned back just in time to see Hob’s brilliant grin. “Pretty thing like you?” he had said. “Anything you want.”

This, Dream had thought, as he’d followed Hob over to a table, was a Hob closer to the one he had first encountered in 1389 than the one he’d last seen. Rakish, confident, swaggering. Then again, Hob had walked into their last meeting thinking Dream intended to claim his soul, so Dream supposed he could forgive him the break in self-assurance.

The ease of him in that moment drew something in Dream towards him, like a moon caught in planetary gravity.

He had not given Hob a name, and Hob had not given him his, though of course Dream knew it. Secrecy, anonymity, half-hidden glances caught in firelight, words half-spoken and left hanging in implication. This was not a scene, a moment, Dream had experienced outside of stories. But, like a story, it had drawn him in, caught him in the web Hob had unintentionally spun around him, just with his presence.

Not much felt new to Dream, but this had. He had never been propositioned over a drink before. He had never been eyed up over ale left untouched, unspoken thoughts so bare in the looks laid upon him. He had never been led into the dark corner of a tavern, and felt up with such daring familiarity, or pulled upstairs to a shadowed bedroom, and fucked slow and good like he was not just a casual lay but a lodestone.

He had never taken a human lover. Every lover in Dream’s past had known who he was, what he was.

He had never been treated so casually, moved around so easily, his lover ignorant of the dangers of him. And he had never been looked at with such regard by one who did not know his station. For Hob’s looks were by turns heavy and playful but never, never casual. Did he treat all his lovers thus?

Dream should not have allowed any of it. He had thought so, to himself, over and over. Hob kissing up his neck—I should not allow this—Hob tangling a fist in his hair and pulling his head back—I should not allow this—Hob pushing inside him—I should not allow this—Hob kissing him so tenderly afterward—I should not—

“You were adequate,” he tells Hob now, and Hob laughs, raucous and loud.

Dream has allowed it, and now he remembers why he should not. Because now that he has had it, he craves it, the weight and heft of Hob’s body, and his sweet lips, and the heat of him. Hob has surprised him with his care and carefulness and consideration. He is greedy, yes, for life and for sensation, and he takes, yes, but he also gives. He gives and gives.

“Tough crowd,” Hob complains, goodnaturedly. His look upon Dream is fond and indulgent. “Do I at least get to retake the exam?”

“Have you studied?” Dream asks. He drags a hand down the muscles of Hob’s arm, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Hob leans in and tugs on the lobe of his ear with his teeth. “I’ll make a study of you as long as you let me.”

It has been long, very long, since Dream has had a lover. The singular attention is blinding.

“Do your best, then, and perhaps there will be a reward if you pass,” Dream says, and Hob flows back on top of him. There is experience in every movement of him, and it’s intoxicating.

Do not allow it, Dream thinks. Once inside, it will latch, as all his lovers have, and he will be caught, even if only in his own mind.

Hob’s hands catch under his jaw and tip his head up into a kiss.

He allows it.

“I feel like I met you before,” Hob muses, after, a hand to Dream’s jaw. Familiar, so familiar. Dream doesn’t deny him. “But I definitely would have remembered.”

Dream’s pulse flutters despite himself, and he’s not sure if it’s concern over being recognized or something else. “Would you?”

Hob scrutinizes him. “For sure. But. I don’t know, it’s not coming to me, so maybe I’m just imagining things.”

“Maybe so,” Dream agrees.

Hob’s lips twist in a wry smile. “So helpful, you are. Maybe this, maybe that. I see you, mysterious figure in the night.”

“Mysterious?” Dream echoes. This form is far more human, more mundane, than his usual shape. He has kept himself very contained within the bounds of reason.

Hob taps his forehead. “You’re all question marks. Bet you like it that way.”

“Maybe so,” Dream says, and Hob laughs. And Dream feels a burst of fondness for him, for the way he takes things in stride, his generosity in so easily allowing Dream his secrets, his endless joy in life displayed at their last meeting and even more brightly now.

“Maybe maybe maybe, ” Hob says. “Maybe I’ll run into you again sometime?”

“In your dreams, perhaps,” Dream says. Hob chuckles like he’s made a joke, but Dream is not sure that he was not serious. He could… find himself wanting this. He could find himself starving for it. Hob drags a hand up and down his arm, light but proprietary, and Dream shouldn’t let him do that, but he does not pull away.

“Telling me to dream about you isn’t going to help me let you go,” Hob says.

“You would hold on so tightly after only one night?” Dream asks.

“You don’t get more nights if you don’t hold on,” says Hob.

No, Dream thinks, as he steals away later that night, slipping out from under Hob’s arm in the darkness to return to the Dreaming. No, I suppose you do not.

#ok i added this as a reblog to the og post too but buns insists i post it myself for tagging purposes and she knows better #than my allergic-to-self-promotion ass so #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #my writing #deja vu deja connu #more soon or at least eventually

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enassbraid · 1 year

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HI!! I LOVE UR WORK <33 may i req mafuyu w a reader that’s shy n gets flustered easily >__< thank u 💗

-> 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞

You can’t help but be a bit nervous, after all, Mafuyu is fairly popular. But you wouldn’t expect your nervousness around her to turn into this…

Cw - ooc mafuyu (idk how i did this after reading 2 of her focuses.) swearing, kiss kiss smooch smooch, messy writing I think idk…

Genre - fluff

It wasn’t like you hated Mafuyu or anything, but for some reason, you could never be around her. It certainly gave the wrong impression whenever you quietly or loudly went somewhere else whenever Mafuyu was around. But who could hate that second year? She’s far too likable and charismatic for someone to hate her without reason.

Rumors spread everywhere about you and Mafuyu, even though you’ve never personally met her. Some were better than others, but the… interesting… ones piqued yours and Mafuyu’s interest.

“I heard (Name) and Asahina are secretly dating, that’s why (Name) always runs away when she’s around. They’re too scared to give it away!”

What the hell?

That was certainly a new one, but just who the hell did they hear that from? You and Mafuyu, dating? Together? In a relationship? It was just so…

“Hey, (Name), your face is all red… do you have a fever or something?”

Ah, of course. Only Airi would notice something so small, your face couldn’t be as red as she was making it out to be. Right?

“Oh my, (Name) almost looks like an apple!”

“Usually we say tomato, Shizuku. But yeah, do you need us to take you to the nurse?”

You hastily pulled your phone out your pocket, opening the camera app and checking your face. And oh…

You did look as red as a tomato.

Did thinning about that rumor make you like this? It was just a rumor, you weren’t even thinking about dating Mafuyu. Just the idea of others thinking you are…

“Er, I think I’m good. I feel fine, aha… I think it’s time I get home though, bye!”

“Oh alright, seeya later (Name)!”

You couldn’t bare to pay attention to any whispers around you, you just had to get out of school. It’s not like the rumors bothered you or anything, you actually couldn’t care less. But what if Mafuyu cares? Just thinking about her makes your face heat up.

What the hell is wrong with you? You haven’t even met her one on one yet! It felt wrong and creepy, crushing on your classmate like this. But…

“(Name), may I speak with you for a moment?”

Speak of the devil. How could she sound so graceful but serious at the same time?

You followed her lead to an empty classroom nearby. You felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest, what could this be about other than the rumors? Is she telling you how much she hates you because of them?

Being alone with Mafuyu was enough for you to go beet red, this was so embarrassing… you have to face her on your own. You didn’t expect for it to be like this, under these circumstances…

“I’m assuming you’ve heard these… rumors… as well. There’s a bunch, but I assume you know the one I’m implying?”

Right, the girlfriend one. How could you not know that one…

“Ah.. y-yes.. that one. Um, Asahina- I’m sorry if that creeps you out at all, you know? I’m sure you’re weirded out.”

“Why would I be weirded out?”

“Well, you know, people think we’re d-dating… and trying to keep it a secret. But this is the first time we’ve spoken one on one. I get it if you-“

“Oh (Name), I wanted to say the same about you. I thought you would be weirded out, but I’m not. Are you perhaps?”

“N-no! Not at all haha…”

You’re embarrassing yourself. This is so overwhelming…

“I see…”

A strange silence coated the room. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t not awkward. Neither of you were moving, but neither of you knew what to say next.

“You’re very obvious, you know that?”

talk about blunt.

“Obvious? About what…?”

“You can’t fool me or yourself (Name), I see what’s going on here. These rumors have made you think of me differently, haven’t they?”

Mafuyu’s mood changed drastically, from sweet and innocent to blunt and cold. Does she hate you now? What is she even talking about?

“Think of you differently? Um, I’m not quite sure what you mean Asahina.”

She sighed and stood still for a moment, just a moment. You could have never predicted her next move, not in a million years.

Mafuyu Asahina was kissing you.

On the lips.

You stood awkwardly, not being able to move from the shock. Who knew Mafuyu was so bold?

She pulled away seconds later, with no reaction on her face. Did she seriously not realize what she just did? No blush or anything, just a blank stare.

“Come visit my archery club after school instead of leaving now.”

“I- okay! Uh, I’ll be there?”

She nodded, making her way to the classroom door. But once again, you couldn’t predict her.

“And by the way (Name), I feel the same. That rumor might have been a good thing for both of us. Call me Mafuyu from now on instead of Asahina.”

She left the classroom, leaving you speechless. What just happened?

Though, you can’t complain over Mafuyu kissing you.

#project sekai #prsk #pjsk #pjsekai #proseka #project sekai x reader #prsk x reader #pjsk x reader #pjsekai x reader #mafuyu asahina #mafuyu #mafuyu asahina x reader #mafuyu x reader #dor writes #airi momoi #shizuku hinomori x reader

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When I’m Small

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 4782

Summary: Eddie broke up with you and left for California five years ago. Time has stood still since then, as if your life moved on without you. Until he returns.

Five years can be a life time.

Things can change from one year to another, but five years multiplies those changes exponentially. One moment you’re in the top of your class, and five years later you’re struggling to hold down a job in your field. One moment you’re a child, and next thing you know, all of your friends have five year olds going to their first day of kindergarten. One moment you’re in love, and the next thing you know, you haven’t spoken for five years.

That time can pass in the blink of an eye, but that doesn’t make it any less of a lifetime.

You hadn’t expected your life to be so intertwined with the first person you fell in love with. First loves were supposed to be trial runs, you were supposed to be figuring out what you liked. But your first love had been Eddie Munson, and nothing was textbook with him. You knew that going in. Not even your split was textbook.

You had imagined your first heart break to go off with a big bang. All of the movies and books you consumed as child led you to believe that love like you had with Eddie was worth fighting for, and the only thing that could end it would have to be huge. Somehow it was even more heartbreaking that there was no major even that led to your split. One moment you were in love, and the next thing you knew, you were single.

Even now, five years nearly to the day, you couldn’t figure out what had happened. You had both been infatuated, there didn’t seem to be a roadblock in sight, until he threw one at you out of the blue.

Corroded Coffin had gained some traction on the west coast. You had been so excited when Eddie told you that the band had been considering a record deal offer, and possibly a small US tour. That was until he hit you with the “I think we should take some time apart. But I still want to be friends.”

You understood, of course you did. There was a possibility of Eddie being on tour for months on end, and the record deal was reliant on the band relocating to California. You were young, barely out of high school, there was no way you could go with him. So you agreed, some time apart would be nice. But that wasn’t how it went.

As you and Eddie tried to remain friends, you both realized that it was impossible. Every time he was around, all you wanted to do was cuddle up into his arms and spend the night with him. All he wanted to do was kiss you. Being just friends didn’t seem possible. Neither did being together.

So you called it quits. Officially.

No break. No “time apart”. Just a full separation of ties.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye, your life moved on, but your heart didn’t.

19 to 24, your career changed paths, you moved out of your parents house, you gained new interests and hobbies, but your heart was still frozen in time as the 19 year old girl who didn’t want to let the love of her life go.

You hid it well, though. You never asked your friends how Eddie was doing in California, though you knew he wrote to them frequently. You “moved on” to stable relationship with a boy who seemed perfect for you. He took you to dinner every friday, bought you flowers for every special occasion and then some, and never failed to tell you how much he loved you. And though you loved him back, the nagging voice in the back of your head continues to remind you how terrible you were for falling for him while your heart still yearned for someone else.

Five years. That’s what it took for you to tell yourself you were healing. You told yourself that first heartbreaks stick with people, that once you love somebody, you never truly stop loving them. You told yourself that Eddie would always hold that special spot in your heart, but it was time for the spot to be pushed aside instead of remaining on a pedestal.

So, five years after Eddie had left for California, you pushed yourself to forget.

Your new boyfriend, Andy, was sweet. He was everything you had ever hoped for in a life partner. He possessed qualities not even Eddie could compete with. He had his temper in check, he was great at communicating, and his lack of issues made it easier for him focus on you when something would inevitably ruin your mood. He was perfect, on paper at least.

He still wasn’t Eddie. And 8 months into your new relationship, he could sense that there was a roadblock, something in you that was going to prevent the relationship from evolving.

“Hey, can we talk?” was how he had started the conversation. No pet name, no sweet lilt to his voice, and the same phrase Eddie had used when he ended things. You knew what was coming, and you felt guilty to admit that you felt relived. Still, that didn’t prevent your heart from breaking again.

You needed a friend after the conversation you shared with Andy. You knew you would get over it sooner than later, but it still hurt in the moment. So you called Steve.

You had been friends since middle school, although his time as King Steve in high school had been a difficult time to get through. No matter what though, Steve had always been there. So you were surprised when he stated that it wasn’t the best time for you to come over. You hadn’t told him why you wanted to see him, but you didn’t want to burden him, so you left it at that and hung up the phone.

You tried to think back to what you did when Eddie left that made you feel better, but came up with nothing. Your sole source of comfort the night you had broken up was Eddie himself. Neither of you wanted it to happen, so you consoled each other until the sun came up. And once Eddie left for California, you felt numb, you didn’t seek the warmth he provided elsewhere.

But it had been five years, you had changed, matured, and you could help yourself through a breakup. So you decided to treat yourself to dinner, since you had been expecting to go out with Andy anyway. It was a Friday night, why deprive yourself of your routine?

Unfortunately, that was the worst mistake you had made in the last five years.

You decided to go to the cafe just up the road from your childhood home. It had become a safe space for you, and you weren’t in the mood for a full meal anymore. A cup of coffee and a pastry from that coffee shop could fix even the worst of broken hearts.

You made your way inside and up to the counter to order the same drink you had been ordering since sophomore year, and chose a cookie from their display case to go with it. You smiled to yourself as you made your way to your usual seat, a love seat in the back corner of the sitting area. There were other couches and padded chairs to chose from, all surrounding the mismatched tables filling the room, but that seat had been your favorite since the first day you stepped foot inside.

As you were setting down the items from your hands onto the short coffee table in front of the seat you were going to call home for the next several hours, your smile dropped. A laugh you recognized all to well sounded across the room, followed by familiar chatter. Your eyes shot up to see him.

Eddie, in all of his glory, was sitting against the far wall, arms outstretched to either side, resting on the back of a couch. His hair was pulled back into a large bun, and the smile on his face was brighter than you remembered it, though all of your memories of him had begun to grow dark and cloudy anyway.

Sitting across from him was Steve. You could tell by the amount of liquid still in their cups, and the steam still billowing above them, that they hadn’t been there long.

You took a moment to consider what to do. If you stayed, you were bound to be seen, and more than likely roped into a conversation you were less than prepared to endure. So, you sighed and picked the cookie up off your plate, leaving your coffee cup on the table, and began to make your way out of the building. You cringed when you heard your name called from behind you, but the adrenaline rushing through your ears was too loud to tell if it was Eddie or Steve. You continued your bee line to your car, but you were stopped halfway by a hand on you shoulder, and the panting of the boy who had just rushed to catch up to you.

“Hey.”

You could hear the smile on his face before you even turned around, his voice sounded like honey, and you realized instantly just how hard it would be to muster up the self control to get yourself out of this situation.

“Hey,” you forced a smile as you turned to face him, and the breath was knocked out of you seeing him up close again. He had more stubble than the last time you saw him, and his eyes held a certain spark they had been lacking when he had said goodbye.

You thanked god for Steve when he rushed up behind Eddie and greeted you, dissipating the awkward tension that filled the air when it was just you two.

“Hey, y/n, what are you doing out here? I thought you had dinner with Andy tonight.”

“Andy?” Eddie furrowed his brow and looked between the two of you, but neither of you acknowledged it.

“Not tonight,” you gave a close lipped smile, but Steve had yet to put two and two together.

“But you go to dinner every Friday.”

“Well… not anymore.”

“Wait, did you guys break up?”

Eddie, who had been standing in silence for the entire interaction, looked back you with worry. And though you refused to recognize his gaze, you could feel the concern coming off of him as if it were burning your skin.

“Yeah,” you stated, and let the awkward silence stand for a moment before continuing with, “I’m just gonna head home now.”

It was Eddie who interjected before you could reach for your car handle, now standing nearly 20 feet away.

“Wait, y/n,” he yelled before jogging over to you, “I’m just in town for the weekend. Why don’t you come inside with us?”

“Eds, I don’t know if tha-“ Steve began, finally having caught up to the two of you, but Eddie cut him off before he could continue.

“Don’t want that coffee you left in there going to waste, do you?”

It didn’t take much more convincing for you to concede. Next thing you knew, you were sitting next to Steve, across from Eddie Munson himself. You were still a bit in shock with how your night was going, and no one blamed your for your silence. Though they both assumed it was because you had just been broken up with, it was in fact because Eddie was sitting right in front of you, and you were still confused as to how you could have been so unlucky. Or lucky. You were yet to decide.

You were only half listening as Eddie told his stories of California, and of the tours the band had been on. You had little interest for the thing that had pried him away from you. Five year was a long time to hold a grudge, but that hadn’t stopped you.

“Gareth was considering coming back too, but I think the other two are too settled in to ever consider it,” Eddie chuckled to Steve, and that was when you clued back in.

“Well my guest room has been empty since I moved in, you’re more than welcome to it until you find a new place,” Steve smiled, but the expressions were quickly wiped off their faces when you spit the coffee you had just sipped back info your cup and began to choke.

“Woah, you ok?” Steve asked as he patted your back.

“Yeah,” you assured him and shooed his hand away, “Did I hear that right? Are you moving back?”

“Yeah, have you been spaced out this entire time?” Eddie chuckled, but the undertone of concern wasn’t missed by you, “Our contract is up, and we aren’t going to renew it. It’s a whole thing, but at least we all agreed on it. So I was considering moving back to Hawkins.”

You just nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence as your head was sent reeling. Eddie was coming back. He was going to be living in that same town as you. Suddenly, those five years felt like nothing. No time had passed to your heart, but your brain knew that wasn’t the case.

Steve and Eddie shared a glance, which went unnoticed by you, and both excused themselves to return their cups to the counter.

“Has she been doing ok?” Eddie asked once they were out of earshot of you.

“Uhm, I don’t know really. She stopped hanging around as much after you left. She’s seemed fine though. Pretty sure she’s about to be promoted at work, and she’s been seeing this guy for almost a year now. So I’m sure she’s not doing too well tonight if they just broke up today, you know?”

“Yeah, no kidding. A year?”

“Yeah, he was a great guy too. I was really rooting for them.”

Eddie stole a glance back at you, as you stared blankly at the floor in front of you.

“Think she’s going to be ok tonight?”

“I know that tone. Don’t even think about it Munson.”

“Think about what?” Eddie shot his head back around to look at Steve, who was giving him a father like stern glare.

“You’ve been gone for five years, man. You can’t just expect to jump in and play superman the first time you see her again. Moving back or not, now is not a good time for you to butt your way back into her life.”

“Is that why you didn’t tell her I was here when she called you earlier?”

“That’s different, I didn’t know she was just broken up with.”

“Which would’ve meant there was even less of a reason to keep me a secret.”

“Look,” Steve said, glancing over his shoulder to make sure you weren’t watching them have their little heart to heart, “She was pretty torn up when you left. I don’t know if she ever really got over it. She was finally starting to do well again when Andy came along, I didn’t want her to see you and have that all go away.”

Eddie nodded his head, and didn’t stop Steve as he made his way back over to you, but his thick skull wasn’t going to let anything Steve said stop him. He remembered how upset you were when he had broken things off with you, and in the month between then and him leaving for California, he knew that nothing had changed. You had been frozen in time since he told you he was leaving. He didn’t know why he expected you to magically get over him the second he got on that plane, but there was always a part of him that was frozen back in your bedroom too. The part of him that refused to play a single show without the lucky pick you bought him sitting safely in his pocket. The part of him that had refused throw away the first polaroid you had taken together. It had been resting between the pages of his favorite book since he left Hawkins, too afraid that displaying it anywhere would make his friends try to talk him into getting rid of it, and, in a way, getting rid of the memory of you.

When Eddie returned to the sofa across from you, you decided now was a better time than ever to excuse yourself for the night. You weren’t ready to be around him for much longer than the half hour you had spent with them.

“I think I’m going to head out for the night, it was nice seeing you again though Eds,” you smiled up at him, but it didn’t reach your eyes. He mirrored your expression, and you knew that he could still read you like a book.

Before Steve could stop him, Eddie followed you to the counter as you returned your cup. “Y/n, wait a second,” he pleaded, and reached out to caress your elbows but quickly retracted his hand when you nearly flinched.

“I know we haven’t talked in… a while. But you shouldn’t be alone tonight. Why don’t you come over to Steve’s tonight? We can all watch a movie or something. Anything you want.”

“I don’t know Eds…”

“If you don’t want to come over, I can come back to your place. But don’t think for a second that five years of distance is going to prevent me from trying to be there when I know you need someone.”

You gave him an incredulous look, and hesitated to answer. He was the whole reason you had decided to call it a night, so it made no sense that you were suddenly considering remaining in his company.

“Fine, I’ll come over. But I’m taking my car so I can leave if I want to.”

“You’re stupid if you think I’m letting you get in that car alone. I’ll drive,” He offered a triumphant smile before heading back over to Steve, leaving you at the counter trying to figure out what situation you just got yourself into.

“Y/n’s coming back to your pace with us, I’m going to drive with her. We’ll see you back there.”

“Did you not hear anything I said like 2 minutes ago?”

“Her boyfriend just broke up with her Steve. She needs a friend, or even better, two of them. You want me to just send her back to her place alone?”

“No, but-“

“Exactly, so we’ll see you back at your place.”

You felt like screaming the entire car ride to Steve’s. It was only a 3 minute drive, but the silence was agonizing. You could tell Eddie wanted to speak, but he was holding back, and the lack of music in the car was becoming deafening.

Steve pulled into the driveway behind you before you could even get out of the car. He let you both into the house with a sigh, and you knew this was happening against his wished. You didn’t blame him. You knew better than anyone that Eddie Munson was not the best medicine for your broken heart, but he was still right. You didn’t want to go back to your silent apartment and let the day soak in alone.

“Why don’t you pick out a movie? Steve and I will go get some popcorn and drinks,” Eddie offered a smile, but you didn’t reciprocate. The novelty of seeing him was beginning to wear off, but you couldn’t put how you felt into words. It wasn’t terrible, but it definitely wasn’t good.

An hour later, you were sat on the far edge of the couch, cuddled up into Steve’s softest blanket. Eddie was at the opposite end of the sofa, and Steve was fast asleep on the recliner, blanket slowly sliding down his outstretched legs.

No one had been paying full attention to the movie, and you all knew it, but no one had said a word since it had begun. That was until now, when Eddie finally glanced over at you and saw your less than chipper expression.

“Wanna tell me about this Andy dude? Steve said he was pretty great, but I don’t know him, so I can totally go beat the dude up if need be,” he tried to joke to lighten the mood, but you barely smiled.

He was whispering, trying not to wake Steve, but when you didn’t reply, he scooted closer and spoke just a bit louder.

“Tell me about him,” he offered a melancholic smile as he rested the side of his head against he couch, full attention on you now as he waited.

You took a deep breath and finally looked at him, and the breath was knocked out of you once again, just as it had been when you had seen him for the first time earlier in the night.

“Steve’s right. He was great. Your textbook perfect boyfriend.”

“So what happened?”

“He got tired of waiting.”

“For what?”

“You don’t have to do this Ed,” you quickly changed the subject. You knew why things had ended, so did Andy, but you weren’t ready to admit it to Eddie or anyone else.

“Do what?”

“Pretend like you still care. It’s been five years. Things have changed, we’ve changed. Time moved on, but you’re acting like we can pick up right where we left off. That’s not how this works.”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Because,” you tried your best not to yell, “Eddie you don’t even know my favorite color anymore. You don’t know me anymore. You can’t just come back to Hawkins and be my best friend again. We know that isn’t going to work out.”

“I know your favorite color. It’s green.”

“No, it’s yellow.”

“But you hate yellow.”

“No, I hated yellow five years ago. This is exactly what I’m talking about. You know 19 year old me, and I know 20 year old you. Now, it’s like I’m sitting next to a stranger.”

“Well 16 year old me didn’t know 15 year old you, but that didn’t stop us from becoming best friends, did it?”

“That’s different.”

“It’s not. You think we’re perfect strangers, but that’s how everyone starts. We just need to get to know each other.”

“I don’t know that I want to Eddie.”

“Let’s just start. Tell me what Andy was tired of waiting for. I’m the perfect stranger, but I’m a good listener.”

“I can’t”

“Why not?”

“Because he was tired of waiting for me to get over you, ok? He was tired of dragging along my lifeless body, because my life stopped when you got on that plane to California. He knew our relationship was going nowhere because I couldn’t get over the boy who left me when I was 19. I’m pathetic and he was tired of dealing with it. Happy?”

Eddie didn’t know how to reply. Sure, he knew that Steve said you had never really gotten over it, but he didn’t think it was to this extent. The same extent and he had been feeling it. Before he could think of what to say, Steve began to stir and wake up.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you spat and got up to leave the room. Steve had only been half awake when you stepped out, but he read the room in record time.

“What the fuck did you do?” he asked groggily while wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“I fucked up,” Eddie stated plainly before standing to follow you, but Steve stopped him before he could take a step.

“Just let her breathe man. You’re only going to make it worse.”

Eddie couldn’t look away from the hallway that you had just disappeared down, but he nodded, and sat back down.

“Why don’t you go show her to the guest room. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight.”

Steve gave him a half smile before making his way down the hall to knock on the guest bathroom. He heard your sniffles, but knew it was better to pretend like he hadn’t.

“Let me walk you to bed. Eddie had been banished to the couch for the night,” he smiled at you when you opened the door.

You tried to sleep. You couldn’t tell if it had been 2 hours or 20 minutes, but you just couldn’t get tired. There was something you had to do. So you wrapped yourself up in the spare blanket at the foot of the guest bed and made your way back down the hall to the living room.

The TV was still quietly playing, but it had changed to the local news instead of the VCR. Eddie had never been able to sleep anywhere but his own bed without background noise, some things never change. When you rounded the corner, you could see that he was still wide awake, blankly staring at the screen.

“I’m sorry,” you stated, making Eddie jump out of his trance.

“F-for what?”

“What I said. It wasn’t fair. That record deal was the best thing for Corroded Coffin. For you. It was selfish of me to hold a grudge against you for taking that opportunity, and it was even more selfish of me to hold it against you for all of these years but I ju-“

Eddie cut you off by pulling something out of his pocket and presenting it to you, holding it out between his thumb and pointer.

“Is that?” you smiled as you realized what he as holding out.

“Turns out lucky picks are good for more than just playing shows. Makes sure you have a safe flight too. I haven’t gone a day without it in my pocket.”

“That thing must reek.”

You both giggled, and you decided to close the gap and sit next to him, closer than you had been all night.

“I really am sorry, Eds. It’s just been a weird day.”

“It’s been a weird five years,” he glanced up at you, “And I’m sorry too.”

“For what?”

“For even leaving in the first place.”

“Don’t say that. I wouldn’t have let you stay here anyway, not with an offer like that.”

“Which is exactly why I shouldn’t have let you go.”

“Eddie-“

“No, you got to lay your heart on the table, now it’s my turn. Because I don’t think we’re as different as you think we are. Sure, small things changed, like your favorite color, and my favorite food, which is burritos now by the way.”

“You hate mexican food.”

“Correction, hated. California has some sick ass burritos. Not just that bean and cheese shit.”

“Everywhere has burritos that aren’t just beans and cheese.”

“That is besides the point,” he chuckled, “Little things change all the time, and sure we weren’t there to learn about them in the moment, but we can catch up on that shit. But the only important thing didn’t change.”

“And what is that?”

“That I love you.”

Your smile slowly fell with his confession. You had day dreamed about it, and each time, it happened eerily similar to this. But now that it was real, it almost felt wrong. He left, he called things off, he was the reason why you couldn’t move on with your life for the past five years. You wanted to scream at him for having the audacity to come back into your life, right after a break up no less, and confess that he had never stopped loving you. So you opened your mouth to really tell him how you felt.

“I love you too.”

Or not.

“So do we have to stay perfect strangers?”

“Eddie, I’m only like 4 hours single.”

“And I’m only in town for the next two days. But I’m coming back, permanently, in two weeks. I’ve seen people move on quicker.”

“I think we’ve established that I’m not capable of moving on very quick.”

“Not when it comes to me. I’m pretty great,” he smiled as he scooted closer and took your hand in his.

“Fine, but I think you owe me a proper first date in two weeks. You royally fucked that up last time.”

“Hey, you had a great time at that video store.”

“Yeah, but that isn’t a date, Eddie! I want dinner, and flowers, and I expect you to hold onto all your innuendos until at least the second date this time.”

“But you love my dirty jokes,” he pouted.

“Not 24 year old me, I expect better on a first date with a stranger.”

“Fine. It’s a date.”

“Good, I’ll meet you in two weeks, stranger.”

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CHAPTER 2: THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: Tommy is an a**hole. Has anyone ever felt like Diana? Where you want to say so much but the words get caught in your throat? Being envious of people who are able to speak their minds so freely. There is a little moment with Jonathan. I can't wait to expand on Diana's relationship with him. Also, the power of persuasion is Nancy Wheeler.

Warnings: Mentions of violence. Bullying. Dustin's charm.

Word Count: 2760

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PART I || PART II || PART III

HAWKINS HIGH

“When alpha particles go through gold foil, they become…”

“Unoccupied space.” Nancy and I say.

Nancy, Barb and I walk down the hall doing some last-minute studying before Kaminsky’s test. I feel jittery and nervous even though I know I’m prepared for the test with the amount of studying I did last night. Barb flips through another one of my flash cards.

“A molecule that can—Hey!”

Out of nowhere, Steve snatches the stack out of her hand before she can finish. Tommy H and Carol are close by snickering at Steve who walks ahead of us shuffling through my cards, mixing up the colours.

“Hey!” Nancy calls, rushing after him.

Barb and I follow behind stopping beside Nancy and Steve in the middle of the main hallway. I frown at Tommy H sticking his finger in Barb’s ear. She rolls her shoulders to move his hand away while Carol laughs.

“I think you’ve studied enough, Nance.” He says, looking down at her with a smile. “I’m telling you, you know, you got this. Don’t worry.”

It is clear he went to her house last night to help her study. I watch him shove my flash cards in his back pocket and stick out my hand.

“Can I have my cards back, please?”

Steve glances down at me and pulls the stack from his pocket. He hands them to me, lips curling to a small smile.

“Sorry, I thought they were Nancy’s.”

“Thank you.” I say, taking them back.

I walk to Barb standing beside her, far away from Steve, Tommy H and Carol and begin to reorganize my flash cards.

“Now, on to more important matters,” Steve begins and I give him a look under my bangs which goes unnoticed as he smiles at Nancy. “My dad has left town on a conference and my mom’s gone with him, cause, you know, she doesn’t trust him.”

“Good call,” Tommy jokes. I wrinkle my nose at the comment. Steve ignores him staring at Nancy expectantly.

“So, are you in?”

“In for what?” Nancy asks.

“No parents? Big house?” Carol says, her tone is laced with condescend.

“A party?”

“Ding, ding, ding!”

“It’s Tuesday,” I blurt out.

“It’s Tuesday,” Tommy mocks me. “Oh my God.” Carol and Tommy laugh at me. Steve smiles nudging him.

“Come on. It’ll be lowkey. It’ll just be us.” He emphasizes us to include Barb and I. “What do you say? Are you in or are you out?”

Never in a million years did I think Steve Harrington would invite us to his house much less for a party. I look at Barb. It’s obvious Steve only invited us because he knows Nancy will not go to his house alone. I stifle a groan at the thought of hanging out past school hours with Tommy H and Carol. I would much rather study for Kaminsky’s test again than do that.

“Oh, God. Look,” Carol says interrupting my thoughts.

I turn around and see from across the hall, Jonathan Byers pinning a piece of paper to the bulletin board. A missing persons photo. My stomach is in knots looking at the photo of Will smiling. I haven’t spoken to Jonathan since finding out about Will’s disappearance. I don’t know what to say or how to be there for him. I can’t begin to understand what Jonathan is going through right now. I’ve known Jonathan for nearly as long as Nancy and see him around at school. Our brothers were best friends but I barely talk to him.

“Oh, God, that’s depressing.” Steve mutters.

“Should we say something?” Nancy asks.

“I don’t think he speaks.” Carol replies, chewing obnoxiously on bubble gum. I want to take the piece of gum out of her mouth.

“How much you want to bet he killed him?” Tommy mumbles.

I flinch stepping back on my feet. Barb touches my shoulder looking down at me with concern. I close my eyes again counting down from five and take a deep breath, but I don’t feel any better. If anything, I feel worse. For Tommy to insinuate something so vile was a new low even for him.

“Ignore him, Diana. He’s just being a douchebag.” Barb mutters.

I stand rigid under Barb’s touch, squeezing my eyes together. My stomach clenches from the force of my restraint.

“What’s up with you, Princess?”

I open my eyes, turning my head to Tommy. There’s a playful glint in his eyes that reminds me of a predator stalking its prey. I clench my jaw finding his amusement appalling. He’s challenging me, knowing I won’t say how I really feel. I never do; no matter how many times he taunts and provokes me. I feel Barb drawing circles around my shoulder in efforts to keep me calm.

“Nothing.” I mutter under my breath.

Tommy grins, satisfied with my answer. I shake my head feeling disappointed in myself. His brother, my little brother’s best friend, is missing you insufferable asshole. The least you could be is compassionate. I want to shout at Tommy H, but again I stay silent. Why is it so hard to say how I feel? Why can’t I stand up for myself? I look at Nancy talking to Jonathan. Nancy is always brave and not afraid to take risks. She always speaks her mind and is unapologetic about it. I can’t hold eye contact for too long without wanting to disappear. I have been dancing at The Academy my whole life and I still struggle to make friends.

My chin trembles and I bite my lip to keep from crying. From the corner of my eye, I feel Steve watching me and it takes everything in me to not look at him. Thankfully, the bell rings and I blink several times to push down the tears threatening to fall.

“Are you ready?” she asks.

I lift my chin, forcing myself to smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Attention, faculty and students. At 8:00 pm, tonight, there will be an assembly on the football field in support of Will Byers and his family. All are encouraged to attend. Volunteer sign-ups for search parties are still available in the office.

I look over my shoulder at Jonathan. He lingers by the bulletin board staring at the picture of Will. Sensing someone is looking at him, he turns his head meeting my gaze. I bite my lip and wave at him. Jonathan lifts his hand in acknowledgement before walking out the front doors.

WHEELER RESIDENCE

I stare at the white ceiling with my knees bent to my chest. I extend my left leg outward, keeping my right knee bent and begin to draw circles with my knee. I breathe in and out deeply, relaxing my muscles in my hips to feel the stretch. Coming straight home after school is something I will never get used to. I don’t know how Nancy can stand it after having a specific routine all her life. Home. School. Dance. Repeat. I feel restless. By now, I would be finished barre with Madame Petrovna and ready for rehearsal. I close my eyes and switch my leg to repeat the stretch.

“Diana.”

“Hm?”

“I was thinking,” Nancy begins, her bed creaks and I can assume she’s moving closer. “…about the party tonight.”

“Oh, no.” I groan, opening my eyes.

Nancy is perched on her arms, peering down at me from her bed. She bites her lip.

“We should go.”

I release my leg sitting up on my elbows. My long hair unravels from its low bun. “No, no—”

“—You, me, and Barb!”

“Absolutely not.”

Nancy gives me a puppy dog look.

“Why not?”

I sit up, crossing my legs and unwrap my hair tie from my hair. “Because I don’t want to.”

“Why not?” Nancy whines.

“Will is still missing and if he was abducted, the person who took him could still be out there.”

Nancy sits up, rolling her eyes. “Oh, c’mon.”

“I’m serious, Nance.” I say, combing my fingers through my hair. The fact that they still haven’t found Will scares me. “Besides, my parents won’t let me go to a party on a school night.”

“Just tell your parents you’re sleeping over tonight.”

“They’ll know I’m lying! I don’t have any clothes to wear.”

I stand up and walk to her floor-length mirror, observing how I look. It was colder today and I feel extra cozy in my oversized baby blue sweater and matching leggings. My white socks are frilly and soft against my feet. I pull the waist band higher on my torso before fixing my hair. Nancy pushes herself to the edge of her bed watching me.

“Please? I don’t want to go by myself.”

“I’ve never lied to my parents before.”

It’s true. I haven’t. I have a really good relationship with my parents and would never want to betray their trust. I’ve heard stories of other kids getting into bad arguments with their parents, some even got kicked out of their homes. The thought of talking back to my parents was just that. A thought. I can’t imagine doing it. Mom and Dad don’t argue. At least not in front of us. Barb says I’m a goody-two shoes, but I just don’t want to ever disappoint my parents.

“You won’t be lying because when we come back from the party, you can sleepover anyways.”

I give her a look through the mirror. I refuse to lie to my parents to go to Steve Harrington’s house. It was clear he only invited Barb and I because he knows Nancy won’t come without us which puts us in a compromising position.

“Do you have any ChapStick?” I ask, brushing my fingertips against my lips.

Nancy reaches over to her nightstand and opens her drawer. She stands up from her bed and hands me the ChapStick. I pull off the cap and apply some on my lips. Nancy watches me from the mirror with her hands crossed above her chest.

“What?” I say, eying her.

“If Barb comes, will you come then?”

“Sure,” I shrug, rubbing my lips together. I know Barb doesn’t want to go either.

“Fine. I’m calling her right now.”

Nancy sits on her bed with her blue phone on her lap. She quickly punches Barbs number and picks up the receiver. On the third ring, Barb picks up. I stand with my hands on my hips waiting.

“Barb!” Nancy exclaims, looking at me. “I’m trying to convince Diana to go to Steve’s party, but she’ll only go if you go.”

I hear Barbs muffled voice. Nancy deflates.

“Told you.” I mouth. Nancy sticks out her tongue.

“C’mon Barb, please?” Nancy begs. She waits for Barb to respond. “Because I don’t want to go by myself. You’re coming, okay? I want you both there with me.”

I turn back to the mirror to fix my hair again.

“Barb, it’s not rocket science. You just tell your parents you’re gonna stay at my place afterwards.” Nancy says. “No, tell them we’re…studying or actually,” she smiles. “There’s going to be an assembly tonight for Will, tell them you’re going! That’s a better excuse. They won’t be suspicious. Di and I are going to tell our parents about it.”

My jaw drops. This can’t be happening.

“Nancy! Diana! Dinner!” Mrs. Wheeler calls.

“Coming!” Nancy and I reply.

“I’ll see you in an hour, bye.”

I am speechless as Nancy puts down the phone. She grins at me, squealing in excitement.

“I really don’t want to go, Nance.” I whine.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!” She says, walking to her door.

I highly doubt that. I follow behind Nancy feeling a little betrayed by Barb because now I have to lie to my parents to go to a party. As I enter the hallway, I hear Mike, Dustin and my brother quietly arguing in a circle about what? I don’t know. Upon seeing me, Mike perks up waving frantically.

“Hi, Diana!”

I wave cautiously. “Hi, Mike.”

Lucas spins around, eyes wide in alarm. “What are you doing here?”

“Well hello to you too,” I mumble, wrinkling my nose at his tone.

“I’m sorry. Hi!” he greets. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m hanging out with Nancy…” I squint at him and the boys. They seem weirder than usual. More antsy and fidgety. “What’s up with you guys?”

“Nothing!” Lucas responds quickly. “We’re fine. Just really hungry, right guys?”

Mike and Dustin nod their heads in unison. My frown deepens and I look back at Nancy who rolls her eyes.

“They’re so weird,” she mutters.

Mike and my brother run past us, except Dustin who lingers, with a gummy smile on his face.

“Hi, Diana,” he greets shyly.

“Hi, Dustin.” I smile.

“You look very pretty today.”

“Aw, thank you, Dustin. I like your hat.”

His cheeks turn pink. “Thank you.”

“Please stop hitting on my sister.” Lucas hisses, standing at the top of the stairs. He scowls at Dustin. If looks could kill…

“I’m not hitting on her. I’m complimenting her.”

“Please stop complimenting my sister.”

“I can’t.” Dustin says walking past Nancy and I. “I’m a gentleman.”

“You’re gross is what you are.”

Another day. Another quiet dinner. Mrs. Wheeler made meatloaf, with mashed potatoes and green beans for dinner. I sit across from Nancy beside Mr. Wheeler. He seems to be the only person at the table enjoying his dinner. I feel bad because Mrs. Wheeler always makes good food, but I can’t stop thinking about this stupid party and the fact that I need to call my parents. I smash a green bean with my fork watching green juice ooze out in between the grooves and peer around the table. Mike, Dustin and Lucas have been weird since I saw them upstairs. Usually, they were loud and obnoxious when they’re altogether. They’ve barely said more than three words to each other since dinner started.

“Something wrong with the meatloaf?” Mrs. Wheeler asks.

“Oh, no. I had two bologna sandwiches for lunch.” Dustin answers with a smile. It slowly fades. “I don’t know why.”

“Me too.” Lucas adds, smiling politely.

I squint. Lucas told me upstairs he and the boys were hungry. I glance around the table again at their long faces. Mike looks the most dejected. I sigh inwardly, feeling sorry for the boys. Maybe the disappearance of Will was beginning to weigh down on them.

“It’s delicious, Mommy.” Nancy says, though she has barely eaten as well.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

Nancy plays with her mashed potatoes. “So, there’s this special assembly thing tonight for Will at the school field. Barb’s driving.”

“Why am I just hearing about this?”

Here we go.

“I thought you knew.” Nancy says innocently.

Mrs. Wheeler shakes her head. “I told you; I don’t want you out after dark until Will is found.”

I give Nancy a pointed look. I would vocally agree with Mrs. Wheeler if I wasn’t sucked into Nancy’s plan. I still believe it’s not safe for anyone to be outside.

“I know.” Nancy agrees. “I know, but it’ll be super weird if I’m not there. I mean everyone’s going.”

Mrs. Wheeler turns her head. “Are you going, Diana?”

I quickly nod my head. “Yes, Mrs. Wheeler. My parents said I could.” I lie. I hate how easy it feels.

Mrs. Wheeler is quiet for a moment and I am waiting for her to burst out yelling at us for lying to her. Instead, she sighs shaking her head.

“Just be back by 10:00pm.”

Nancy smiles. The little food in my stomach turns to lead, but I force a smile on my face.

“Why don’t you take the boys, too?”

“No!” The boys shout.

“Mmm-mmm,” Lucas hums, shaking his head.

It’s the most life I’ve seen in them all dinner. Nancy and I look at each other and then the boys. My brow arches in suspicion and I watch Mike reach for his glass of milk.

Mrs. Wheeler’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Don’t you think you should be there? For Will?”

All of a sudden, Mike is blowing milk all over himself and Dustin is slamming his fists against the table. Lucas looks like he just saw a ghost. Holly is crying. Nancy is annoyed with Dustin for making Holly cry. Mrs. Wheeler looks taken aback but is too distracted by Holly to ask any questions. I’m trying to wrap my head around what happened and Mr. Wheeler is still in his own world enjoying his dinner.

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Day 7 of the Celebration Stories, and this one comes from my lovely wife @lucrezia-thoughts with the prompt: "Please, tell me you missed me." with the supreme Marcus Pike! <3

Rating: Mature Warnings: Marcus Pike x friend reader, reader has no physical description and no specified gender, cursing, college reunion, fluff, happy and open ending. Word Count: 732 Sirowsky's Masterlist

--Reunion--

He was one of your best friends in college, but you haven’t seen him since then. You’d parted ways after graduation, and while you had initially tried to stay in touch, this had been before the age of smartphones and all the modern technology that makes connecting to other people so easy these days, so it hadn’t taken long before your busy lives had killed your friendship.

You weren’t going to come to this reunion, for a lot of reasons, but in the end, it had been the prospect of seeing him again that had made it impossible to stay away. He’s in the FBI these days, and you know that he’s working with art theft and stuff, but that’s also pretty much the extent of what you know. Whether he’s single, married, a father, or perhaps no longer identifying as male or straight, you have no idea.

But sitting there, at the far end of the café that’s being used for the event, you’re certain that none of it matters. You just wanna see him again. You watch your former classmates make their entrance, one after the other, and then proceed to behave exactly as you expect, because of course they haven’t changed much. Which is somewhat comforting, but also dull.

You’ve been there for an hour and a half, and barely spoken to anyone, because you hardly knew them when you were in class together, and even less so now. There were two other people that you were also close with back then, Miles and Kayla, but they got married and moved to Europe years ago, so they’re not coming. And since it’s looking increasingly unlikely that the man you’re waiting for is gonna show, you get up and start making your way to the door.

It takes a while, because everyone wants to pretend to care that you’re leaving early, and you’re too polite to just tell them to fuck off, so you fake a smile and try and work your way through them as painlessly and quickly as you can. Stepping outside it feels like you’re taking your first breath of actual air in almost two hours, and it cools you down, so you take a moment to just stand there and breathe.

“Still not a people person, huh?” a familiar voice sounds from your right, and you turn your head to find him there, slowly strolling towards you with his hands buried in the front pockets of his jeans.

“Marcus…” you breathe, stunned to finally see him again.

He looks even better than you remember. More mature and definitely a lot calmer, but that boyish twinkle in his eyes hasn’t gone anywhere. And somehow you feel like you’ve just come home.

“Please, tell me you missed me,” he says with a smile as he comes to a stop right in front of you. “Because I have had a terrible year, and I could really use an old and good friend right about now.”

You decide not to dwell on whatever the terrible stuff might be, because you’re also in need of a good friend to take your mind off the greyness of your life, so you smile back.

“Yes. I’ve missed you terribly. Now give me a hug and then let’s go find some good food and catch up,” you suggest, and he quickly wraps his arms around you with a warm chuckle deep in his throat.

He seems to hold on to you just a little longer and a little tighter than what you’d expected, which makes you think that maybe he really has gone through some shit, and is downplaying it to not ruin the reunion. But you don’t mention it. You just take his arm once he pulls back, and together you saunter off down the street, looking for a Chinese restaurant, and somehow you know that this friendship isn’t going to die off again this time.

You’re both a little different now, shaped by the things you’ve gone through, no doubt, but you’re also the same. Everything about him feels familiar, from his walk to his mannerisms to his voice and the way he talks, and you imagine that it feels the same for him. And you just know in your heart that any friendship that can feel this unchanged and comfortable even after a decade of no contact, is meant to last.

<<<<<<<THE END>>>>>>>

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hey! if it's okay for cou could you write a geralt and ex lover,fem!reader fic? reader has some witchy powers, but she doesn't prefer to use them. when geralt is looking for ciri, he founds reader, thanks to dandelion. because she let ciri stay at her home in novigrad. she decides to help him. during their way, she confess her feelings again. thank you!

Sure!💖 Hope you like it!

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A Trip Down Memory Lane

While searching for Ciri, Geralt’s trail leads to you, a woman he was once very close to.

It’s not like Geralt has a lot of intel. Not so many people kept in touch with a witcher, but Geralt was desperate for information on Ciri. Yennefer was in Skellige, Triss was in the wind, and his fellow witchers couldn’t do much to help. However, there was always one man he could rely on in cases like this.

Dandelion.

The bard didn’t have much information as to where Ciri was of course because he’s Dandelion. That said, he’s still able to help Geralt in some shape or form. Apparently, Dandelion was supposed to be sent to prison or executed or something for crimes that Geralt wasn’t entirely sure of. He was saved by a mutual friend of theirs.

He was saved by you.

Your history with the witcher is rocky. Like with most women, you fell in love with Geralt and him you. But things didn’t work out, like always. Yennefer came along and sparked things back up with your witcher, making him leave you. You had similar powers to Yennefer, but that apparently didn’t matter much. Because of this, you guys haven’t spoken for a long while.

But according to Dandelion (loosely translated), you were in Novigrad. And even more so, you encountered Ciri.

It was the one thing that motivated him to see you again.

Being a user of magic of any kind meant you had to hide well in Novigrad, but that didn’t stop Geralt from finding your home. It was just where he remembered it to be all those years ago. I guess the witch hunters left you be for the most part, leaving the real work to sorceresses who are causing problems and actively using magic.

As he walked up to your door, he felt a pit open up in his stomach. The witcher doesn’t fear much, but this worries him. When you guys left, things weren’t on good terms. But if you cared for Ciri, then you most still hold some care for him.

Right?

He knocked on your door, waiting for what felt like forever for a response. Geralt was so deep in thought that he barely heard a familiar voice that sent a chill down his spine.

“Why are you here?” Your voice caused his cat-like eyes to flicker down and meet your own e/c eyes. They were narrowed and you didn’t seem so happy as you peeked out from behind your door.

“You should know why...Ciri.” The witcher rolled his shoulders, bringing his composure back to him. You might’ve been an ex-lover, but you still had information on his surrogate daughter.

“Figures...come in I guess.” You said while frowning a bit. Still, you opened the door for Geralt to come in your home, which still hasn’t changed much.

The tension was there, and the conversation was awkward. You did admit that you housed Ciri, confessing that you too had a soft spot for the young woman. Geralt was pleased to hear that, but the faraway look in your eyes told him that you weren’t too happy about it. He then changed the subject and asked about your magic, which made you confess that Novigrad wasn’t too happy about magic anymore, so you didn’t do it as often.

“Look, I just housed her for a while. I know nothing else.” You told him, a clear sign that you were ready for him to leave. But Geralt had other plans.

“Wait. I could use your help.” He said in a serious manner, and you were flabbergasted.

“Me? Why?” You asked while folding your arms.

“Yen’s in Skellige, I can’t find Triss, and Dandelion is less than helpful when it comes to actually helping me. I need someone like you to help me find some clues.” Geralt thought that he explained himself rather well, but he sometimes forgets that he’s talking to a woman, much less a woman he used to have close contact with. You glared at him.

“So, I’m last pick? Again? It’s always like that with you. Just using who you need at the moment till their not needed anymore.” You growled at him, but Geralt kept his composure. He knew you were hurt, and he knew it was wrong to ask you for help. But he really was running out of options.

“It’s not like that Y/N. I know you don’t want to help me but do it for Ciri. Please. She’s in danger. This you know.” Geralt pleaded with you as your eyes glared out the window nearby. You gripped yourself as you kept your arms crossed as you mulled this over. Eventually, with a slightly flustered expression, you spoke up.

“Alright. I’ll help.”

The two of you left Novigrad that very same day to continue the search. The city itself was too dangerous for Ciri to have stayed. At least, that’s what you told Geralt. Plus, if she stuck around, it would’ve been known. With a goodbye to Dandelion, who truly hoped that you guys would have luck, you guys were back in Velen.

Little did you know, it was the bard’s plan to get you guys back together. It was he who sent Geralt to you, was it not? Yennefer scares him too much, so he can’t support that. You were perfect for Geralt, and as the witcher’s wingman, Dandelion was going to make this happen.

He knew your feelings never left.

“Sorry if it tastes like shit. You know I was never a good cook.” Geralt said with a slight smile. You laughed in spite of everything as you guys made camp for the night in one of Velen’s less nasty swampy areas. Geralt had caught a fish, and now here you were.

“You almost burned my house down.” You said with a grin. Geralt eyed you from his place poking the fire.

“Almost.” He re-clarified, and you laughed again. You hated to admit this, but it felt like old times again, when he loved you. Not that Geralt hated you, but you knew he had this thing with Yennefer. You also knew that as a grown woman, you should respect that, but you can’t help but feel that pang in your heart whenever you thought about that.

It wasn’t your fault. You still loved him.

“Y/N, something’s bugging you.” Geralt’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Looking at him, you noticed his gaze was in your direction as he ignored the fire.

“You don’t know that.” You immediately defended yourself, and Geralt gave you a look that said “really”.

“I’m a witcher, I can sense it. Also, your magic always gives you away.” He said while pointing towards the base of the log. Looking down, you noticed all the grass and flowers that were by your feet had turned dark and died. You grumbled to yourself, hating how your magic does little things like that when you’re emotional.

“So, you gonna tell me what’s bugging you?” Geralt pressed again, this time moving to sit next to you, his eyes never leaving your form. You pressed your lips in a thin line. Shuffling slightly, your knee nudged against his, causing a bunch of old feelings to resurface. Your face turned red, and you knew that Geralt could hear your heart speed up.

“I still love you, Geralt...” You confessed quietly, moving to hug yourself.

There was no change in Geralt’s stature or emotion. He continued to stare at you with that neutral expression, blinking every so often as he looked at your softly.

“Y/N...” He started to say, sadness in his heart.

“I know you have that whole thing with Yennefer, but isn’t it just a djinn’s magic? I’m not saying you guys don’t love each other, but I just can’t stop my own feelings. It may be selfish, but I-” You started to say, but Geralt cut you off by saying your name again.

“Y/N. Enough. I understand.” Geralt said, putting a gentle yet strong hand on your shoulder. You froze at his touch. The witcher sighed through his nose, loosening his grip a bit on your shoulder.

“And you’re right. Yen and I are connected by magic...and perhaps if it’s broken, then my true feelings will be revealed. If it’s you or her, then that will be decided. But for now, let’s just enjoy each other’s company.” Geralt said with a slight smile.

That wasn’t quite the answer you were looking for, but it wasn’t entirely a hopeless answer either. His true emotions were clouded by a djinn’s spell, so perhaps you were the one for him. And he was right. Until that was decided, you could enjoy him right here and now.

That’s why you didn’t stop Geralt when he kissed you.

And once again, your magic acted out before you could think. The dead plants by your feet began to grow again, causing flowers to bloom beautifully. However, the romantics of the scene began to fade as the smell of something burning caught your guys’ attention. Looking towards the fire, you realized that Geralt’s cooking skills haven’t changed a bit.

“Geralt!”

“Shit!”

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heroinejinx · 2 years

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‘The cold air when the night comes.’ (Flashbomb AU, part 7 of ?)

AO3 Link for previous chapters

Here we go, the longest part yet! Everyone’s going through it, folks. Enjoy the emotional roller-coaster, with a bit of a surprise towards the end...

Song inspo: ‘Heaven’s Only Wishful’ by MorMor

TW: the usual mental health shenanigans, lots of swearing, and mature, sexual content

(7,814 words)

Ekko

Given Jinx’s less than glowing first impression of her new roommate, Ekko hadn’t expected her and Lux to get on so well. At Jericho’s, seeing them so entranced by each other, he couldn’t believe it. He watched them from the kitchen, stole glances when service slowed. The pair were so at ease together, like they’d known each other for years. Nothing about how they interacted seemed forced or out of place.

Jinx was being true to herself, not like with Evelynn. Her eager smiles and animated mannerisms ebbed and flowed organically, spurred on by whatever she felt. Ekko imagined Jinx looked like that around him, too.

Funny, how comfortable she was with Lux after so little time. She already seemed attached. What if Lux ended up hurting her like everyone else did?

The worry gnawed at him. Stopped him from sleeping.

Hardly anyone in Jinx’s life stuck around. Even Vi chose her girlfriend in Piltover over her own sister. Ekko would never forgive Vi for that. Jinx had him, the asshole formally known as Silco, and no one else. No one.

Friends came and went, rarely more than acquaintances. Most people grew sick of her after a while. Sick of the chaos and the unpredictable mood swings, mostly. Even his best friend had never warmed to her. Scar wouldn’t say it outright, but he didn’t understand Jinx’s appeal.

People didn’t get her. It made Ekko rage just thinking about it. Her spark was wasted on them. But Lux…

It was early days, but Lux seemed different.

They hadn’t spoken much about why Jinx had grown so infatuated, only that she had, and wanted to do something about it. Lux’s looks were the most obvious starting point, but for Jinx to be so enamoured so early on, it had to run deeper than that. There was real chemistry there.

Had they…?

Damn.

‘Jinx…’ Ekko’s voice rasped into the quiet of his bedroom. He sounded like he had a bug in his throat.

It was early morning, barely seven a.m. Soon, he’d have to get ready for work, and Jinx would return to her dorm room. If he didn’t speak to her now, he’d lose his nerve and end up stressing about it for the rest of the day.

She stirred next to him. The parts of her face not covered by her blue tresses revealed the frown of a girl rebelling against consciousness.

‘Jinx,’ he said again, as he brushed the hair from her face and cupped her cheek.

She smiled and leaned into him, hands finding his waist and squeezing, like she was checking he was really there.

Now that he somewhat had her attention, he could ask what he needed to.

‘You and Lux,’ he began, already nervous of her answer, ‘nothing’s… happened… between you two… right?’

‘What…?’ Her tone was groggy and nonchalant. She sat up a little, strained to open her eyes so she could look at him. ‘What d’you mean?’

He propped himself up on his elbow, held her gaze.

‘Straight up,’ he said, and continued stroking her cheek so she understood he wasn’t angry. ‘I can tell there’s something going on with her, beyond you thinking she’s hot… I saw how you were with her before I joined.’

‘Oh…’

‘Hey, I don’t mind,’ he said, trying to reassure her. ‘I mean, isn’t that kinda the point of exploring all this stuff… to be open to falling for other people? Open with each other?’

‘I just like her is all,’ she said. ‘It’s not like… it’s not the same as with you. It’s new and… and it doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t want it to be. We haven’t kissed or done anything. But I guess… I think she wants to, maybe? I definitely want to.’

‘Okay,’ he said. ‘Just, uh… just let me know if anything happens. And be careful. Lux seems cool but, I don’t know, I guess I just don’t know her that well yet. I don’t want you getting hurt.’

‘Pfft, don’t worry,’ she scoffed, like she was unbreakable.

He wished he didn’t know better. Wished he hadn’t seen her broken.

Lying back on his hard mattress, he pulled her down with him. With a giggle, she happily snuggled into place as the little spoon.

‘Tell me about her,’ he said, as he traced circles along Jinx’s body, following the curves of her hips, along her tattoos and ridges.

Goosebumps speckled her skin. She sighed and bucked her hips into him, encouraging him to keep feeling her, to deepen his grip.

‘Hmm…’ She met his hands with her own and squeezed. ‘She’s like… Bizarro me.’

He frowned to himself, nuzzled into Jinx’s neck like it would help him think. Her statement didn’t compute. Jinx and Lux seemed like polar opposites. He could try to decipher what she meant, but he wanted her to explain.

‘What d’you mean?’

‘I dunno,’ she grumbled, sleepier than before. ‘ND things…’

Okay, maybe now wasn’t the time for big brain questions. That phrase was all he needed to hear, anyway. ND things. Gotcha.

He stilled his stroking, loosened his grip around her, and closed his eyes, relaxed into the moment.

‘Y’know, it’s funny,’ he said with a faint smile. ‘I really thought we’d do it this time. The whole bye for now thing.’

‘Yeah,’ Jinx said, half asleep. ‘Me too.’ She turned to face him. He squinted his eyes back open as she kissed him on the cheek. ‘…Ekko?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Does it bother you?’

‘Does what bother me?’

‘That I can’t leave you the fuck alone.’ Her tone was a little cocky and abrasive, cloaking her vulnerability.

‘Jinx,’ he kissed her lips, tender and secure, ‘I never want you to leave me alone. Ever.’

‘But—’

‘Nope, shut up,’ he said, and kissed her again.

‘But we were trying to be sensible,’ she urged. ‘Now we’re being idiots.’

‘Okay, so we’re being idiots,’ he said. ‘I don’t care.’

‘But your job’s full time now, and—’

‘Nope,’ he insisted, his heart bounding leagues beyond his head. ‘We’ll make it work, okay? No more trying to push ourselves apart. If neither of us want to do it, then why the fuck are we trying to, huh? Why not just… just be together?’

His chest tightened at the thought of Jinx disagreeing, but her soft eyes and perky grin calmed his concern.

‘…I have literally no idea,’ she beamed. ‘Why d’you always talk so much sense, boy saviour?’

‘Because I’m awesome.’

‘Sounds about right,’ she snickered and kissed him deeply. Swirled her tongue with his. Grazed her open palm against his crotch.

‘Fuck…’ He moaned into her mouth.

‘By the way,’ she said, sultry and low, ‘I know you like her too.’

‘Huh?’

‘Lux…’ She grabbed his bulge through his boxers. Squeezed back and forth. ‘I’m not the only one intrigued by her, am I?’

‘No,’ he gulped, struggling to contain the heat twisting in his gut. Fuck. She knew exactly how to touch him the way he liked. ‘You’re not the only one.’

She kissed him hard and bit down on his lip, making him yelp in glorious pain. He groaned, his cock yearning to be free from his boxers, to be inside her.

‘Knew it!’ Brimming with pride and lust, Jinx moved her kisses to his neck, sucking and licking, enjoying him as she pleased. ‘I saw the way you looked at her in our room, and at Jericho’s…’ She spoke in hastened breaths as she licked down his torso, hands grabbing and stroking him all over. ‘She’s special, Ekko.’

‘I believe you,’ he said, and he meant it, but his lover was clouding his mind. ‘Maybe we should… hang out with her… again… sometime…’

‘Mhmm,’ Jinx mumbled her agreement as she kissed down his snail trail. ‘For now, though…’ His throbbing erection tasted the air and then the warmth of her mouth. She enveloped him with her tongue and popped him out a second later with a cheeky grin. ‘I get to enjoy you all on my own.’

Oh, gods. Yes.

Jinx

It was nearly midday by the time Jinx traipsed back into the dorm room. Lux’s bed was empty, made up, and adorned with fluffy cushions. The t-shirt Jinx had lent her lay on top, neatly folded, as though Lux had never worn it at all. Ouch. Jinx assumed—hoped—Lux would keep it as a memento, or at the very least, still be there wearing it. Instead, Lux had fucked off somewhere and left the t-shirt behind, like it meant nothing. Like the whole night meant nothing.

Too exhausted to deal with the pangs of upset pummelling her chest, she kicked off her shoes and slumped into bed.

Hours later, Jinx tossed in and out of sleep, unaware of the time and unbothered by the concept. In the stubborn bliss of her afternoon nap, she rolled over and stretched out her limbs as wide as they would go. The sheets were soft on her bare skin, and she hummed in contentment. Imagined Lux there with her, warm and irresistible under the covers…

A wave of frustration escaped in a strangled groan. Her eyes cracked open and wandered to Lux’s sterile bed.

Where was she?

The room was dead without her.

Suddenly bored beyond belief, Jinx picked up her phone. Ekko had messaged a while ago. A suitable distraction.

Ekko:

this morning was… wow.

can’t stop thinking about it

u get home safe? how’s our fave blondie?

Jinx:

i know ;) <3

home safe xxx

no sign of blondie… beginning to think u like her more than i do ;) xxx

She chuckled to herself, but as she moved onto the other message in her inbox, her face fell to a scowl.

Good job last night, Jinx. Still making me proud.

Proud. She hated when he used that word. Hated the twinge of validation it gave her even more. Like she needed Silco to approve of her. Pfft. She already knew she’d done a good job. She’d sold out of shimmer, just like she promised. No more needed to be said.

Her angry thumbs shot out a sharp reply.

Jinx:

Thanks. Would’ve sold nothing without your favourite little helper, though… x

You alone are more than capable. See you next week.

Jinx:

Yep.

Before she could dwell too much on Silco’s words, Ekko replied. He must’ve been on his break or something.

Ekko:

fr? did lux not get back safe last night?

Ugh. She should’ve known he’d respond like that. He was such a worrier.

Jinx:

relax hero, she’s fine.

Her words were more cutting than she’d intended. It wasn’t Ekko who had annoyed her. Lux was the one who’d made her indifference towards her perfectly clear, not him. Never him. He rarely annoyed her. Not in any way that mattered.

She followed up:

sorry, been a weird day i guess <3 xxx

Ekko:

okay, if you say so

i have her no. if u wanna check up on her?

gotta get back to jeri in 5 but can u give her a call or sth?

Jinx:

srsly, ekko? >:( xx

Ekko:

tell her i insisted

Jinx:

ugh

i hate you <3 xxx

Lux

That morning, the campus map led Lux out onto a sprawling sports field of fading green, dying grass. There were people here and there, strolling or cycling past, sat in groups, soaking up the September sun.

She settled herself at the base of a broad oak tree. Cross-legged under the cool shade of the canopy, she retrieved her sketchbook and pencil case from her satchel, and stared at the first, blank ivory page. In a handful of days, she wouldn’t have the luxury of drawing or painting without scrutiny from her lecturer and peers. This sketchbook, she decided, was for her alone to do with as she wished.

With a freshly sharpened pencil, she made the preliminary sketch of the picture in her mind’s eye: Jinx and Ekko, arm in arm, walking away from her under the harsh glow of The Lanes’ neon lights.

It needed paint to bring it to life, but that required a proper setup, and with Jinx coming and going from their room, it made sense to wait until lectures started before finishing it properly. That way, she could make use of the art studios around campus and stay out of Jinx’s hair. She didn’t know where the studio was yet, but that was a problem for another day. For the time being, the important thing was keeping it from Jinx.

The last thing she wanted was for Jinx to find out that she and Ekko had inspired a painting. It seemed… inappropriate, somehow. Like it crossed an invisible, unspoken boundary.

In holding Jinx’s hand, Lux had already overstepped. If she wasn’t careful, she’d alienate them both completely.

By the time the sketch was complete, the warmth of the day had faded to a cold, cloudy grey. The breeze under the tree grew bitter, and Lux shivered through her coat and layers of clothing. Wondered about going back. Back to the room she shared with Jinx…

Oh, gods. Lux couldn’t face her. Or Ekko. Not yet. Their night at Jericho’s was surreal and wonderful and intense, and she didn’t know how to process any of it. Until she’d figured it out, she needed to keep her distance from both of them.

The wind picked up pace, sending her blonde locks flailing about her face and assaulting the pages of her sketchbook. She packed away her supplies and huddled up, tucked her hands under her arms to warm them up a bit. Another hour outside wouldn’t do any harm, she supposed. Maybe she could find a nice café somewhere to kill some more time?

Was Jinx home yet? Had she noticed Lux wasn’t there? Did she care?

From somewhere deep in her coat pocket, her phone buzzed. Quiet at first, then louder with each chime. The number was unfamiliar, so she ignored it, but it rang again, and again, and again.

Lux groaned. Who was it, and why, oh why, were they bombarding her phone? Why couldn’t they get the hint? She would never answer.

Seconds later, a text popped up from the same number. She didn’t need to unlock her phone to get the message, loud and clear, typed out in pissed off capital letters:

BLONDIE! IT’S JINX!!

Okay, Jinx was awake after all, and had definitely noticed her absence. Was she angry? Was it about last night?

Maybe Jinx had finally realised that Lux was nothing but a loser. Beneath her.

Or maybe Ekko didn’t like how quiet she was around him?

What if she’d offended them by going home early? Sure, Jinx said it was okay, but what if she only said that to be nice?

Sometimes people lied in an attempt at kindness (another of Garen’s pearls of wisdom). Jinx didn’t seem the type, but what did Lux know? She never knew with people. And people never understood. Why would Jinx be any different?

She’d ruined it, hadn’t she? If she’d stayed out with them, if she’d faked it and pushed herself to breaking point, maybe she could’ve kept them close. Kept them as friends. But they were too cool for her, way too cool, and last night confirmed it. There was no way Jinx and Ekko liked her. Not really. Not the way she liked them.

Her chest constricted and she bit her bottom lip bloody, as she typed out a response.

Sorry! I don’t really do phone calls, especially if I don’t know the number. Is everything okay? Xx

No, too wooden. Why was she talking to Jinx so formally? No, no, no. It was too awkward. Too much exposition. She deleted it and started again.

Whoops, didn’t know it was you! All good? Xx

Much better. But were the kisses too much? Jinx didn’t add a kiss to hers… Lux sent it with the kisses removed.

It showed up as read almost immediately.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Jinx:

whatever dude i’m bored af, where are u?

Hiding from you…

Lux:

Sports field. Why?

Huh. Should she have lied and led Jinx astray? If Jinx wanted to look for her (for some unknown, unfathomable reason), there were a dozen other places she would’ve looked before the sports field.

Maybe Lux wanted to be found…

She shrugged off the notion; best not to hope for something so unlikely.

Jinx:

sports field ahhahahahahhaaa wtfff

lol okay blondie, whatever does it for you i guess

k but srsly i’m losing my mind here lol

What was Lux supposed to say to that? She was losing her mind, too.

Lux:

Back soon :)

That settled it, then. She had to go back and face reality. Meltdown, be damned. She’d plaster on a smile and act like Jinx’s bestie for the rest of the day until Jinx inevitably grew bored of her and left to see Ekko, or the many other friends she surely had on campus or in Zaun.

At least Lux had finished the sketch; the mess of the last twenty-four hours wasn’t completely in vain.

Jinx

Jinx couldn’t figure it out. Why had Lux spent the best part of her day on the sports field, of all places? She wasn’t the sporty type. Maybe she was there to people watch, or… Oh. She was there to get away from their room, wasn’t she? To get away from Jinx. Of course. Why else would she have left that t-shirt behind and disappeared before Jinx came home?

Lux was done with her. That was quick. It usually took a few weeks, at least, but a couple of days…? What happened? Was Jinx too intense, too keen, too excitable? Was it because they’d held hands? Lux initiated it, but still… should Jinx have pulled away? Was it too much? What if it freaked Lux out and she couldn’t process it? Was she even out?

Fuck, was Lux even queer?

Jinx had assumed Lux’s sexuality based on body language, intuition, and fucking vibes, but what if it was bullshit? What if Lux was just another pretty straight girl who was only being friendly with Jinx because they were stuck sharing a dorm room? Lux was on the spectrum and their brains were wired in similar ways, but so what? That alone meant nothing.

Plus… well… Lux clearly preferred Ekko. That much was obvious. She clammed up and went all shy the second he joined them at Jericho’s, like a schoolgirl face-to-face with her crush.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. How had she gotten it so wrong? Lux liked Ekko, not her. Lux liked Ekko, and Jinx was someone she had to endure if she wanted to get close to him. It made so much sense. How could she have thought different? What a fucking idiot.

Jinx paced back and forth between the two beds, eyes on that damn t-shirt. After seeing Lux in that thing, how it clung to her in all the right places, she swore she’d never listen to The Smiths in the same way again. And now that she knew her feelings weren’t reciprocated… FUCK. She wanted to set it on fire, along with the whole room. Maybe the whole goddamn campus while she was at it.

Okay. No. That wasn’t her. Not anymore.

She carded her fingers through her hair. Gripped onto the base of her braids and pulled. Twisted each braid around the corresponding arm like constricting pythons. Pulled and pulled and pulled. Head arched back, arms outstretched, the roots of her hair growing sore with each tug, she closed her eyes. Groaned hopelessly. Breathed in deep. Held it a while. Let the air settle in her lungs. Exhaled slowly.

Okay. It was okay.

Maybe Lux was interested in her, and maybe she wasn’t. Either way, she was okay. Everything would be okay. She had Ekko. She had her degree to focus on. The world wouldn’t end if Lux didn’t like her. She really fucking hoped Lux liked her, but if not, she could live with it. She had to.

Her eyes fell back to the t-shirt, and her breaths grew ragged. Fuckkkk. She couldn’t do it. No fucking way. She couldn’t just sit around, waiting, not knowing how Lux felt. Especially when she knew exactly where to find her.

Zaun Metropolitan’s sports field was about half a mile from their dorm. Jinx ran it in two minutes. As she slinked along the hedge-rowed path towards the main body of grass, she slowed to a steady stride and looked out for a shock of blonde amidst the grey of the late afternoon. It was ten minutes since Lux’s last text, and given her sloth-like pace, if she had left since then Jinx would’ve already bumped into her. She knew Lux was still out there, doing whatever the hell it was that she was doing.

Squinting out upon the horizon, Jinx erupted in a giggle as she finally spotted Little Miss Sunshine sat with her spine propped up against a tall oak, staring at the cross-section of leaves and sky above, oblivious to the world around her.

Jinx’s long, strong legs made short work of the distance between them. Lux didn’t stir as she approached.

‘Blondieeeee,’ she sang out obnoxiously loud, and crashed down next to Lux. Spread herself out on the grass, gangly limbs splayed in every direction.

‘Jinx!’ Lux whipped around to the source of the disturbance. ‘I was just about to—’ She cut herself off to examine the t-shirt hanging off Jinx’s frame, ‘—is that…?’

Jinx smirked and put her hands behind her head, stretching out her torso to allow Lux a full view of the t-shirt she’d left behind. The Smiths, Hatful of Hollow. Well, if Lux wasn’t interested in wearing it anymore, what was the harm in showing it some love?

It was a slightly petty move, but Lux’s reaction made it worthwhile. Her frown deepened, and she swallowed heavily as though holding back tears.

With her head cocked at an uncomfortable angle, Jinx’s gaze drilled into Lux’s semi-upside-down profile. The soft angles of her jaw, the elegant slope of her nose, her grey-blue eyes twinkling in the twilight. If all Lux wanted was friendship, Jinx wasn’t sure she could deliver. Not when she looked like that…

But blondie’s expression wasn’t quite that of a friend. Her pupils dilated, flickering all over Jinx’s form, like nowhere was safe to linger too long. Her cheeks grew rosier by the second. Was… was Lux checking her out?

A fire lit in her belly at the thought, and she licked her teeth, imagined gliding her tongue over Lux’s lips.

‘Why’re you wearing that?’ Lux’s voice was timid. Embarrassed, even. Something about Jinx wearing that t-shirt made her all kinds of overwhelmed.

She cared. Jinx wearing that t-shirt meant something to her. Last night meant something.

Jinx’s fire spread to her core, and she rolled onto her side, facing Lux with her legs pressed tightly together.

‘First thing I grabbed,’ she shrugged, and peered up at Lux with a questioning smile. ‘What’ve you been doing out here all day?’

‘Um, I don’t know… Getting some fresh air?’

Lux’s intonation was a dead giveaway. She was hiding something.

‘In Zaun?’ Jinx probed. ‘Why?’

‘Seemed like a nice day,’ Lux said, as she picked at the grass around her feet.

Jinx didn’t reply. She felt like running straight back to their room and locking the door. Gods, people were fucking impossible sometimes. Even the cute little princess. Why couldn’t she just cut the bullshit and be direct? She had spent her day avoiding Jinx. Why?

Why, why, why!?

‘So, um…’ Lux ripped a buttercup off of its stalk and began prizing its petals off, one by one. ‘How’s Ekko? What’d you guys get up to when I left last night?’

Of course, Lux was asking about Ekko, the only one of them she cared about.

No. Lux checked her out. The t-shirt meant something. It showed that Lux cared about both of them, not just Ekko. It was tangible proof of a connection. A fond memory between just the two of them. Getting ready together. Their night at Jericho’s. Talking about whatever came to mind, not worrying if it made them sound stupid. Exploring the differences in where they were from, their frames of reference, their shared scepticism and taste in alcohol. Making eyes at each other over their drinks. Holding hands…

Geez. Who was she kidding? Jinx was just being Jinx. Delusional. Getting carried away, like she always did. Idiot.

She needed Ekko for a second opinion. What time did he finish work, again? All she wanted to do was escape to his place and snuggle up on his bed. She never should’ve left it that morning.

‘Jinx?’ Lux prompted her with a little nudge to her leg.

The contact stung more than it should have, especially when Lux followed it up with a dimpled smile. Fuck.

‘What’d you guys get up to? Have fun?’

‘All the fun in the world, blondie,’ Jinx drawled. Circulated the clubs, got high, sold some cold hard drugs, made some cold hard cash, and then went back to Ekko’s where he fucked me senseless until we passed out. Jealous? ‘Ekko missed you, though.’

‘Really?’ Lux’s pretty grey-blue eyes lit up.

Ugh. Rejection pierced Jinx’s chest and tugged at her features, but she forced it down and pushed out a toothy grin instead. Rolled back onto her back with a thud.

‘Yup!’ She accidentally yelled.

Grey clouds blanketed the sky, gearing up for a night of rainfall. Jinx closed her eyes and wished for a storm. Anything to detract from the fire ripping her insides apart. Lux’s rejection had accelerated the flames, sent them blazing straight to Jinx’s heart.

It hurt, and there was nothing Jinx could do but endure it. If Lux wanted Ekko but not her, she had to accept that. In her head, she repeated the same mantra as before: she had Ekko, she had her degree to focus on, the world wouldn’t end if Lux didn’t like her.

Life would go on like it always did.

With her fire suppressed, Jinx sat up and mirrored Lux’s crossed legs. They met each other’s eyes fondly, then both turned their focus to the grass and foliage surrounding them.

‘Ekko asked about you, actually,’ Jinx said. ‘Gave me your number so I could check on you.’

‘…he did?’

‘Duh,’ she huffed, and couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. ‘Ekko’s good like that. He didn’t get to hang out with you as much as I did, so, I dunno… Guess he wanted to make sure you were alright after you left early.’

‘Oh… right.’ Lux tossed Jinx a fragile, unconvincing grin, and tore up a huge clump of grass. Rolled it in her palms until the chlorophyll inside bled onto her skin.

Shit. Jinx had said the wrong thing, hadn’t she? Sure, she was in pain, but that didn’t mean she wanted Lux to feel it. Lux ended the night early for her own mental health, Jinx understood that. It wasn’t fair to imply otherwise, or to try and make her feel bad about that.

A wide patch of the field in and around Lux’s lap was roughly cropped and growing bald, like she had attacked it with a pair of jagged scissors. Jinx’s focus flickered from the grass’ bad haircut to Lux’s trembling fingers, and sore, nerve-bitten lips.

Shit, shit, shit. Jinx was so wrapped up in her own messy emotions that she hadn’t properly considered how Lux must’ve felt. That girl was out there imploding, and Jinx was too selfish to notice.

Shit, shit, fucking bastard shit.

‘He gets it, don’t worry, it’s totally fine that you left, you know, no hard feelings.’ Jinx spluttered the words out, mind racing over tongue. ‘He’s used to dealing with my bullshit, believe me, nothing you ever do or say around him will ever be as fucked as some of the crap I’ve put him through.’

She took a breath before she said too much. Recalibrated.

‘I just mean, uh… Ekko’s a really good dude, you know. He gets it, so please just… don’t worry about it. I think he wants to get to know you a little better, that’s all. And like, we’re roomies, so, obviously he’ll—’

‘He wants to get to know me…?’ Lux asked, taken aback. ‘Why?’

Gods, it was like nothing else Jinx had said mattered. Fine. It was fine. She’d need to set fire to something later, but sure, it was fine. Blondie had boy saviour on the brain. Lucky him. She met Lux’s grin with her own.

‘Have you seen yourself? You’re fucking hot, that’s why!’ Once again, Jinx yelled without meaning to. Couldn’t quite control what she said next, either: ‘Plus, he knows I like you, so he’s curious.’

Whoops. That was probably too much information.

‘What?’ Lux asked. ‘I’m hot, and he’s curious…? What’re you talking about?’

Of course, Jinx told Lux she liked her, and Lux focused on the parts about Ekko. Cast aside, once a-fucking-gain.

Time to try a slightly more direct approach…

Toes twitching in her boots, she brought her knees up to her chest and cuddled herself. Chewed on the inside of her cheek like it was her dinner.

‘Blondie,’ she cooed sweetly. ‘Do they have polyamory in Demacia? Like, is it a thing there?’

‘Erm…’ Lux laughed awkwardly, like she didn’t know what else to do. ‘Yeah, it’s a thing, Jinx. Why?’

‘What d’you think of it?’

‘Like, as a concept, or…?’

‘Sure, yeah. As a concept. Whatever.’

‘Uh, I’m not sure. I’ve never really thought about it, to be honest.’ Lux plucked another buttercup and twirled it round and round in her fingers, creating a hypnotic spiral of rich, vibrant yellow, still bright under the darkening sky. ‘I suppose, as a concept, it’s… I don’t know… It seems complicated, but relationships are complicated anyway, so… who’s to say which form of complication is right or wrong, you know?’

So true.

‘It probably depends on the person,’ Lux continued, and met Jinx’s gaze with a small grin, ‘or… people… I’d have to look into it more to form a real opinion.’

Huh… okay. So, Lux wasn’t totally against the concept, at least. That was… something.

‘Why’d you ask?’

‘Just wondering,’ Jinx said. ‘Ekko and I have always kinda liked the idea of opening ourselves up to it, but, uh… not gonna lie, it’s fucking hard to meet people who’re worth risking it over.’ People like you.

‘Is that why you don’t call him your boyfriend?’ Lux asked. ‘It’s like you’re not… claiming him as yours… or something? Like, if you don’t claim each other, other people can have you, too?’

Oh, blondie, so keen to understand but saying all the wrong things.

‘Other people can have me?’ Jinx derided with a chuckle. ‘What? Like dating or fucking someone makes them your possession? Sheesh, tell me how ya really feel.’

‘Ah, well, you’ve got me there.’ Lux spoke dryly, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. ‘Beneath this shy, artistic exterior beats the cold, shallow heart of a traditionalist. Never mind becoming a professional painter, oh no. Just like any woman worth their dowry, my ultimate dream is to be owned by a man.’

‘What a confession!’ Jinx cackled. ‘So glad you could finally own your truth.’

‘Right?’ Lux crinkled her nose, almost breaking her composure. ‘Here we both are, owning our truths, no judgement. What a time to be alive.’

‘Okay, but seriously, though…’ Jinx swayed playfully into Lux’s side, knocking her a little. ‘Ekko and I have definitely claimed each other. Don’t need words to do that.’

Lux blushed, like she was imagining what claiming each other without words entailed. Jinx could’ve shown her, but she needed to know how Lux felt first.

Tentative, she unfurled and straightened her legs back out onto the grass. Leant forwards, stretching her back and extending her arms so that her fingers reached the tips of her Doc Marten’s. Mid-stretch, she rested her face on her knees. Considered her next moves. Next words. How was she supposed to navigate this? What would Ekko do?

No, fuck that. What Ekko would do was right for him, not her. What would Jinx do?

Jinx would go for it. Fuck it all to hell.

She looked back, and Lux’s breath hitched. Eyes fixed on hers before they flickered away. So, the princess was checking her out again, huh? Seemed like a pretty fucking clear sign. Yep. Difficult to doubt that one, even for Jinx.

‘So, Lux,’ she smirked. ‘If it depends on the person, what kinda person might tempt you?’

‘Tempt me into what?’ Lux asked, clueless as ever.

‘Seriously?’ She teased. ‘Come on, you have to know what I mean. Think about it for like two seconds.’

Lux’s eyes shifted and she bit her lip as she mulled it over. The second she caught on, she sunk into herself with a sheepish, ‘oh… I don’t know.’

‘You don’t know?’ Jinx pressed. Spit it out, blondie. ‘You don’t have a type? Gender preference? Nothing?’

‘Um… not really…’ Lux perked up with a small grin, ‘as long as they’re not like my ex, it’s all good.’

‘Oh, yeah?’ Jinx snickered. No gender preference, huh? Promising… ‘What was your ex like?’

‘A dick, mostly,’ Lux sighed. ‘Ezreal was just… I dunno. We were on very different wavelengths… Take your question about polyamory, for instance. No way would he have answered that with anything other than some smart-arse comment about it being greedy or weird or something. He was so closed-minded. Wouldn’t have even tried to understand.’

Noted: Lux didn’t seem to think polyamory sounded greedy or weird. Also promising.

‘It was like, in his eyes, there was one way of doing things—his way, or no way—and if someone disagreed with him, instead of accepting that and welcoming a different perspective, he’d completely shut them down and argue his point until he’d railroaded them into submission.’

‘Charming,’ Jinx interjected. ‘Dude should run for office; sounds like a Piltovan politician.’

‘Yep,’ Lux giggled.

She had the sweetest fucking laugh.

‘How long were you with him?’ Jinx pried further. ‘And what possessed you, exactly?’

‘Nearly two years,’ Lux lamented. Snickered at the second question. ‘My current theory on the possession front would have to be Pazuzu.’

‘…huh?’

‘The demon from The Exorcist.’

Lux grinned, and Jinx kicked herself for not recognising the name. Pretty damn cool that blondie knew it, though. That caught her off guard. She’d have to screw her horror brain on around Lux in future, just in case.

‘My brother Garen forced me to watch it as a kid, fully knowing I’d think it was real,’ Lux explained. ‘Have you not seen it? You have all those horror posters back in the dorm; I just assumed you’d get the reference.’

‘Duh, it’s The Exorcist, of course I’ve seen it,’ Jinx insisted, her ego a tad bruised. ‘I even have a t-shirt of it buried in my closet somewhere.’

‘Ah, of course you do,’ Lux jibed. ‘You and your never-ending clothes pit… how many of those have you even worn in the past year?’

‘Pfft, like you’re one to talk,’ Jinx retaliated with a menacing chuckle. ‘Were any of the clothes you own manufactured within the last fifty years?’

‘Shut up…’ Lux tried to play the insult off with a laugh, but her voice wobbled, and her eyes lost some of their shine.

‘Fuck,’ Jinx grimaced. ‘Gods, I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m sorry! You dress so cute; I don’t even know why I said that. I—’

Out of nowhere, Lux lay a hand on Jinx’s outstretched thigh and gave her a reassuring squeeze, touching her skin through the rips in her jeans.

She stared at Lux in consternation, head empty, mouth agape. Any attempt at reading blondie’s expression was scuppered by the burning heat of hand on flesh, stroking in circles, tickling the soft skin around her kneecap.

What did it mean? What was Lux trying to say, or do? What was her angle?

They sat like that for a while. Side by side, bumping shoulders, Lux’s hand in Jinx’s lap…

Jinx couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Lux’s touch felt too good. Way too good. Ten minutes or ten seconds felt the same under the spell of her soft, lingering fingers.

‘It’s okay,’ Lux said, after gods knew how long. ‘I’m not exactly the most stylish person on campus. You can say it.’

‘No, that’s…’ Jinx shook her head and instinctively found Lux’s hand, lifted it from where it rested on her leg and laced their fingers together.

There they were, holding hands again. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, and the bashful smile gracing Lux’s face seemed to say she agreed.

‘That’s not true, blondie,’ Jinx squeezed Lux’s hand. ‘Everyone has their own style, right? Yours is just… you.’

‘Except it isn’t,’ Lux scoffed, and gazed down at their conjoined digits. Her thumb caressed Jinx’s knuckles, just like at Jericho’s. ‘Honestly, the only thing I’ve ever worn that’s really felt like me is that t-shirt—’ She gave a forlorn nod towards Jinx’s top ‘—and it’s not even mine. How pathetic is that?’

Pathetic!? There was nothing cooler! The t-shirt really fucking meant something! Lux really fucking cared! Holy fucking shit!

Jinx flashed Lux a maniacal grin and broke away from her grip.

‘What’re you doing!?’ Lux giggled, as Jinx sat up on her knees, quickly pulled the t-shirt off and threw it into her lap. ‘Jinx, it’s freezing and you’re now half naked!’

‘So?’ She wrapped her arms around her exposed torso and looked Lux up and down with a sly smirk. ‘Top exchange.’

‘What!?’

‘Take it off, blondie!’ She commanded, holding back the urge to chatter her teeth.

Aptly concerned for Jinx’s welfare, Lux shook off her coat and stripped away the lilac chenille jumper she’d worn beneath it, revealing a black vest top clinging to her breasts and stomach.

Even in the dark, Lux shone. She was so, so gorgeous. Jinx lilted on her knees, staring shamelessly. All the things she could do to that perfect body…

‘Here—’ Lux tossed the jumper for Jinx to catch. It landed on the grass as she donned the precious t-shirt and sunk back into the warmth of her coat.

Trance broken, Jinx finally looked away and tugged the jumper over her head. It hung off her, not nearly as flattering as it was on the princess, but Jinx could rock it out. An oversized jumper was always a good look.

The crucial fact? It was Lux’s jumper. It was soft and warm from her body heat, with sweet perfume clinging to every fibre. Each breath of blondie’s scent rushed straight to Jinx’s head, down to her throbbing core.

Jinx grinned wide and bounced to her feet, too giddy to contain herself.

‘Get up, get up, get up!’ Jumping up and down on the spot, she giggled as she held out her hands for blondie to hold onto.

‘Are you still cold? You’re shaking.’ Lux pouted, understandably worried, as Jinx helped her to her feet.

‘Fuck the cold,’ she beamed. ‘Let’s go somewhere! Anywhere! You choose!’

‘Home…?’

‘Ugh,’ she groaned, crestfallen. ‘Boring!’

‘Maybe next time?’ Lux proposed. ‘I kinda need to psych myself up for going out again after all this.’

Jinx nodded her approval. So, blondie wanted there to be a next time…

Lux parted their hands, brushed herself down and began buttoning up her coat. Enraptured, Jinx hardly realised she was helping until her fingers weaved the final, chunky wooden button through its slot in the fabric.

Jinx pulled away and folded her arms over her chest. Chewed on her thumb a little. Resisted the urge to keep touching.

‘Thanks,’ Lux smiled. ‘Those buttons are always super fiddly, so…’

‘Sure. Yeah. Of course.’

‘Jinx?’

‘Yeah, princess?’

‘Um…’ Lux looked to her feet, sunk her hands into her coat pockets. ‘Why’d you just… give me your t-shirt like that?’

The question was so earnest and raw. Jinx melted.

‘Why wouldn’t I?’

She inched closer.

‘I mean, it’s yours, are you sure?’ Lux rambled, barely making eye contact. ‘You look way better in it, too. Like… way better… which, okay, kind of goes without saying because you’re you; you’d look incredible in literally anything. Seriously,’ she let out a flustered giggle, ‘you even make that gods awful jumper look good! I mean—’

Fuck. It. All. To. Hell.

Before Lux could get another stupid, adorable, self-deprecating word out, Jinx made the final step into her personal space. One hand landed on her waist, while the other tenderly held her cheek. Lips millimetres from colliding, she hesitated. Breathed in more of that sweet perfume.

Lux trembled. Her cheeks burned hotter than ever, as her throat bobbed up and down in anticipation. Her hands fell to Jinx’s hips and pulled her even closer, pressed their bodies together.

Jinx pulled back a little. Focused on Lux’s wet lips, those grey-blue eyes almost black with lust. Her heart hammered against her chest, and she sensed blondie’s was doing the same.

‘Can I…?’

Lux nodded, her expression a mix of exhilaration and terror. With a half-smile, Jinx stroked Lux’s cheek, and placed a delicate kiss on her mouth.

She wanted more. Wanted to devour every inch of that beautiful girl right then and there. But she couldn’t lose herself with Lux, not yet. It wasn’t like kissing Ekko, where things could escalate as quickly or as slowly as they wanted. Kissing Lux was new, and it called for restraint. Patience. That it was happening at all was astounding enough. She had to pace herself. If she could.

Her touch gravitated to the sensitive skin around Lux’s jaw, behind her ear, her neck. Lux gulped, and Jinx felt it.

‘Jinx,’ Lux spoke in a jagged breath. ‘What about Ekko? Won’t he mind if we—’

Gods, she was so fucking cute.

Jinx shook her head and shushed Lux’s worries with another kiss, deeper than the first. Reached for her hands to grip onto. Fingers intertwined, Jinx lurched forwards, sending Lux stumbling into the robust tree trunk behind her. Her back hit the bark, and she laughed into Jinx’s mouth, leading Jinx to slip in her tongue. With a surprised moan, Lux responded in kind.

Fuck.

Right.

Patience.

Restraint…

Their fingers untangled and found new places to roam, as their kisses fell into a natural rhythm. Lux allowed Jinx to assert her dominance. Met her probing tongue with light licks, soft caresses. She gasped and groaned with her arms around Jinx’s shoulders, as Jinx held her against the tree with force, hands all over her waist and lower back, under her coat but not under her clothes. Not yet.

Jinx broke away from Lux’s mouth, planting kisses along her throat. Lux yelped at the switch up and her hands dropped back to Jinx’s hip bones, explored the bare skin beneath the borrowed chenille, scratched up and down Jinx’s back.

Fuckkkk.

Okay. That was that.

Restraint was overrated, anyway.

With vigour, Jinx thrust her knee into Lux’s crotch. The princess squirmed beneath her and bucked her hips, pulled Jinx’s lips back to hers. Lux’s kisses grew in urgency as she continued grinding on Jinx’s knee, hotter than a furnace, eyes closed, lost in pleasure.

Oh, gods. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

In those heightened moments, something clicked. Jinx couldn’t say what. Maybe it was Lux’s intensity. How Lux wanted her. Needed her. Maybe it was the cloying passion frying her nerves, her bones, her brain. Whatever it was, it was suddenly too much.

Too much, too much, too much.

Breathless and quivering, Jinx staggered a meter or so away from the tree. Away from Lux.

What the fuck had they done? They’d gotten too close. Much too close. She’d lost control. She was supposed to have patience. Restraint. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

With her arms wrapped tight around her chest, Jinx kept her eyes on her feet. Balanced on her ankles. Hummed a comforting tune under her breath, one of her and Ekko’s favourite songs.

‘Jinx?’ Lux crept forward, about to bridge the new, extremely necessary gap between them.

‘Could you not!?’ Jinx urged, stepping further back. Great, more yelling. ‘I’m sorry, I just, um… I’m sorry!’

With that, Jinx fled into the night, leaving Lux in free fall. She ran, and ran, and ran, and didn’t stop until she reached the comfort of Ekko’s faded green door.

Lux

Guided by the campus lamplight and her crumpled map, Lux stumbled back to the dorm room in the dark. With each step, it grew harder to focus on the path. Her thoughts drowned in Jinx, her core vibrating in the glow of Jinx’s urgent, heavy kisses. Heart torn by all the pain and uncertainty that followed.

What did it all mean? Their conversation leading up to their tryst was so strange, so disjointed. Why had Jinx asked about polyamory? Was that what she wanted between them? How did Ekko factor in? How did arrangements like that work? And why…

Why did Jinx leave like that?

What did Lux do wrong?

She quickened her pace, taking multiple wrong turns as she tried to get her bearings. But she was lost.

Irretrievably lost.

Ekko

Ekko came home to Jinx curled up on his couch, wearing a jumper that wasn’t hers, and he knew his fears had come true. She’d barely messaged him since he’d given her Lux’s number. He hoped they were hanging out, having a good time while he was working, but that clearly wasn’t the case. Something, somehow, had gone wrong, and Jinx had gotten hurt. Deeply hurt.

They had a code for these things. She hadn’t broken into his place in months; usually rode her pain out in private like a sick cat. Her collapsing at his place with no warning meant only one thing: she wouldn’t have felt safe alone.

Leaving his takeaway dinner from Jericho’s on his kitchen counter, he knelt at Jinx’s side. She didn’t smile or look at him, didn’t even flinch, as he lay a hand on her cheek. It was damp with recent tears.

The cold, bitter drip of anger and betrayal lodged at the back of his throat. He ignored it as best he could; he didn’t know the facts. Until Jinx was ready to tell him what happened, he needed to remain calm. Rational. Supportive.

He kissed her forehead and returned to the kitchen, took out two plates from the cupboard instead of one, and dished up the food.

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individualcosmos · 2 years

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idk guys. i think there’s a kind of poetry in what’s coming out of the ashes of twitter’s takeover. in people who you maybe haven’t spoken to often or recently, people who you recognize but who aren’t exactly your friends reaching out to say, hey, i know you, and i want to keep knowing you, and here’s where you can contact me. i don’t want to lose you to this slow disintegration, and we’re not there yet, but just in case. just in case, here’s where you’ll find me. please find me, because whatever community and camaraderie we’ve forged in the past means something, as thin as that thread may be now.

when i entered grad school...really, when i started preparing for grad school, i dropped off the map. between the pandemic and preparations, i barely talked to most of my irl friends, which are few and far between, much less my online friends. most of my socials were or are bare. dormant. too much stood on my shoulders, and i was balancing too many commitments. actually becoming a grad student didn’t make it any better.

the sheer isolation of my current circumstances means i’ve slowly been crawling back to social media. making an effort. reaching out across pauses in conversations that are now years old. the last two months have been an exercise in reforging connections, and forging new connections, and remembering the power of taking initiative. of reaching out to someone and saying talk more. i want to hear what you have to say. how have you changed and what have you become in the time since we last spoke? the time since we last knew each other? who are you? can i catch a glimpse of what the version of you that isn’t meant for the public looks like?

how funny to see it all echoed in the current twitter exodus. people who are saying i don’t want to lose this community and camaraderie. people saying that if things must change, then at least they can try to hold on to their connections. people who don’t want to lose twitter, who don’t want to migrate, but who are being ruthlessly pragmatic in their own ways. messages from people who are little more than strangers saying here’s where i will be. i don’t want to lose you. keep in touch. ask me where i can be. even a slim connection is a connection.

how very human.

#musings #for all that there's an entertainment to twitter's demise #there's also plenty to grieve #especially thinking about twitter's place in social media

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minseologs · 3 months

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lonely hearts club

“It’ll be great, you have to show everyone that you’re doing good and it’s possible you can turn around their initial assumptions.” Her advisor seeks approval, folders of ideas and an assortment of dashing parties were all it was. “Miss Choi, this could be the first step to getting those ties back with our business partners.”

“Should I remind you it’s also my mother’s death anniversary? And Jinwoo’s birthday is on the second, it’ll be too difficult to arrange it. Ive never celebrated with people in general so I dont think it’ll be a good idea,” she chuckles, “and I barely have friends… to subject ones I have for my own benefit? Seems unfair.”

“Perhaps we can work around it?��

“Smile this way please,” the cameraman instructs her as the room felt empty. It was her forced birthday photo shoot, one to be placed for the company to see and let them know that she was alive and well. Her only solace for the moment was the familiarity of a friend’s coffee shop, Minseok graciously offering his business for the time being, “Thank you, ma’am”

Minseo hasn’t spoken much since entering the room, only speaking when necessary— and to an extent where she kept it to professional manner. Her thoughts were in too deep that she’d given up herself to her work. It wasn’t anything she was unfamiliar with. In fact, birthdays were a perfect opportunity for the family to reel in friendships and connections far from business— but bringing back the tradition brought strange feelings.

“Come on, Miss Choi,” her advisor fixes her clothes, eyeing to see perfection in her being. “This is great— the party wi—“

“—dinner.” Her hand swats where the person touched, fixing up her clothes only the way she would like. “It’s a birthday dinner, not a party.”

“Right, dinner— so far, we’ve received 19 of your friends!” There was an amused chuckle, the advisor jotting down something on the phone. “It’s perfect isn’t it? Maybe, we should invite ones from business partner’s families—“

“Absolutely not,” Minseo took a firm stand, her advisor looking for ways to avert it. “I’m already agreeing to your plans, let’s keep it to my own preferences. Just my friends, no one else. Total privacy.”

She was met with silence, continuing on with a camera flash. Minseo furrows her brows in worry, thought once again of what this could bring.

As always, Minseo was an expert when it came to having false pretenses. The room was filled with people she considered mattered to her existence. Even the once she was no longer too fond of. People who made her the person she was today. She had joy, so much to the point her sore jaw signals to calm down from smiling excessively. Plenty of photographs exchanged, many champagne bottles consumed, and lots of heartfelt messages given. Her heart was full, yet there was ache in it that she couldn’t explain. Deep down she knew this wasn’t for her. This was for a reputation crumbling under her touch. Minseo had no choice but to ensure what’s for show appeared real. They didn’t know the dinner was meant to repair that. Maybe a few.

“I just want to say—“ Minseo chokes on her words, unable to speak when she suddenly bursts to tears over her smile. Everyone thought it was tears of joy— so naturally, there were teasing taunts. “I wanted to say thank you. For taking the time out of your busy lives to be celebrate with me. I haven’t had a birthday celebration quite like this in awhile, and I really appreciate it. I know some of you have found me unbearable these past few years… even hours, maybe.” Laughter ensues, but she overthought it was probably the truth. “But I’m— im grateful. Your friendship to me is the greatest gift, it makes my world seem less lonely. And I hope my presence does the same for you—“ She holds her champagne flute out, wiping her cheeks as her sight catches the advisor and a few ‘on-lookers’ across the room. They disappear within the crowd before she could finish her speech. “To.. to continue our evening I, uh, want to close this off by a western saying: There are good ships and wood ships, Ships that sail the sea, but the best ships are friendships And may they always be! Happy birthday to me~!”

The roaring cheers were enough that she chose to follow her advisor, out to see who else came unannounced. She witnesses a few business partners of her family’s past. The advisor notices her presence, signaling her to return to her dinner. It took a minute for Minseo to even turn around, let alone look away. All she hoped was that this normalcy of a gathering was enough to convince powerful strangers that she’s worthy to be part of their realm just like before.

When she returns in the room, they’ve lit up the birthday cake in her honor. She was overwhelmed, wanting everyone to stop singing but she grits her teeth hard. More tears came with a smile on her face as she sang along. It took a minute for her to calm down, closed her eyes with hands clasped together.

Minseo, what did you wish for?

#cms:story #she spent $5k on drinks alone probably #she wants smiskis as presents but didn’t ask #what a mess

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tc-doherty · 1 year

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Teeth and Fire

—@italiangothicwriteblr

@italiangothicwriteblr thank you!

Teeth: Share a snippet that was difficult for you to nail down/required a lot of revisions.

I can't really say this was difficult for me to nail down but Second Chances is a story that has existed in some form or other since, I believe, 2008? And the plot and world building have changed almost unrecognizably multiple times, but one thing that has always stayed the same is that Izare always rescued Mahesha from a river, so I have rewritten some version of this scene many times!

There was no movement from the child, not even a twitch. With as much as the water was moving, Izare couldn’t even tell if they were breathing. He took a deep breath and edged a little closer, then a little more, until he could reach the collar of the kid’s shirt. The wet fabric slipped and slid in his grasp, not at all like the wools and linens he was used to. Izare wedged himself into what he hoped was a sturdy group of roots, held the shirt as best he could, and pulled.

At first, nothing happened but Izare could be patient. Little by little he pulled the body towards himself until it was close enough that he could loop his arms under the child’s and around their back – a much more secure grip.

For most children it would have been hard, but Izare was big for his age and he was no stranger to hard work, nor to hauling weight. He pulled and kept pulling, stopping only when he had to move to find a new place to stand. Bit by bit he reclaimed the child from the river, dragged them far enough away to be on open ground, and rolled them onto their back.

It was a boy. A boy perhaps a little younger than he was, no more than seven at the most. If Izare was large for his age, this boy must surely be small for his. Everything about him looked delicate. His clothing was odd – what Izare had assumed was a shirt was more like a long jacket tied at the waist with a thick sash and decorated in tiny metal plates. The boy’s pants had a lot of excess fabric that now clung to two skinny legs. His skin and hair were darker than any Izare had ever seen.

He must have come from a long way away, to be so odd. Not that Izare had ever left his own little town. Even so, there were things that people just knew, and he knew that no one in this part of Numeria ever wore clothing like that.

Where the boy was from was less important than the fact that he was still breathing, barely, and soaked through. The day might be warm for early spring, but it wasn’t that warm, and his strange clothing didn’t look as if it provided much warmth even when it was dry. His skin felt like ice to the touch. This was a dangerous situation.

Fire: Share a snippet with some dialogue you’d like to show off.

Although this draft is really old and not my finest writing, I love doing the dialogue in Laero because the main characters have 3 different mother tongues and that means I get to play around with grammar a lot. Also I just generally love Retta's conversations with people. She's such a fun character for me.

“Tch. I have seen your survival,” Retta said. “Is survival of mountains: always proud, always tall, always rigid. Marzjen are survivors too, survivors like sea.” She gestured to the window and its view of shifting water.

“Oh,” Geri said. She didn’t understand what Retta meant, but the captain seemed to know that.

Retta grinned and continued. “Once, I live an entire year with Summer Brigade, Nelli’s people, and Marzjen’s enemy. In that time I not sail. Dress as their own. Use their weapons and language. Not pray or make rituals. Would you say I am the Marzjen at that time?”

“Dai! No!” Geri said. “You betray your people and your god.”

“How?”

“You live with your enemy. You turn your back on this goddess. If you follow not your traditions and worship….” Geri trailed off. What am I then? I dress and fight like them. I haven’t spoken Wintertongue in weeks.

Retta ruffled her hair. “Weapons not make the warrior, Geri. Action may not define what is in heart. I could have lived with the Brigade for rest of my life, and I would always be Marzjen.”

Geri watched a drip of red wax ooze down the side of the candle to the stained altar below. She didn’t speak until it had completed its journey. “Why tell me this?”

“Because no one tell you before, and you must hear it,” Retta said. “So you will not be so hard on the sister, when you see her.”

“Kradhi is traitor,” Geri said. Her voice wavered, thick with unshed tears. “All say that. I know it, too. Cowards run. Warriors run not.”

“No,” Retta shook her head and draped her arm around Geri’s shoulders. “Survivors run too, sometimes. Nelli can say more than me on that. She loves her people still, I know this thing. I think your sister is same.”

I'm playing this ask game!

#writeblr #TC's writing #ask games #thanks!!

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lambicpentametre · 2 years

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wedding

“It’s going to be the wedding of the century, Zoya! Why won’t you go?” one of the junior coaches pouts.

“Nikolai and I turned down the invitation months ago,” she explains. She doesn’t like explaining herself about her social calendar, but every blogger from here to British Columbia has already called her for an interview about the upcoming nuptials of reigning Skate Canada royalty. Morozova was never going to settle for anything less than the spotlight, after all.

“But didn’t you train with him?” the girl asks. Some of the skaters have slowed down, waiting to hear her response.

“I did,” she answers. “But that was a long time ago, and I haven’t spoken to him for years.”

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t matter, “she says. “Don’t you have twizzles to be cleaning up or should we just hand the gold over to the Russians?”

She watches as the American teams circle up again, ready to start dance practice with one of the choreographers. She pulls out her phone, dialing Nikolai’s number from memory.

“Have you found her yet?”

“No,” he says. “Not for lack of fucking trying, either. Mal hasn’t heard from her in a few weeks, so we’re both heading to her aunt’s in the morning. It’s a five hour drive.”

“Why not fly? It’s not like we can’t afford it.”

“Pilots usually frown upon forcing people into their seats through any force necessary, it would be much easier to drag her back to Toronto if we have a car. Or at least, back to Oretsev’s place.”

“Are things really that bad?”

“Yes. I don’t think you’d even know Aleksander if you saw him. I barely did.”

“Well,” Zoya says, looking out at the rink. Once upon a time, Alina and Aleksander might have been the first students at this venture of hers and Nik’s. They may have even won gold and beaten her record.

“It’s been a few years. He’s let himself go to shit in his old age, is it then?”

“More than that. But I’ll have him back in fighting shape soon.”

“You’d better. I’ll be very disappointed in you if you let him marry that girl.”

Nikolai laughs. “It’s not you I’m scared of, it’s the Americans. Genya and Kaz both? I may as well dig my own grave!”

“Just come back already, won’t you?” Zoya sighs. “I miss you. You know how much I hate saying that.”

“Miss you too. I’ll be home soon, hopefully with Alina in tow.”

She hangs up and taps her fingers against her arm. The wedding invitation is still sitting, half torn, in her office somewhere.

“You’d fucking better,” Zoya mutters to herself.

prompt from darklinaprompts on twitter

#daily darklina prompt #shadow and bone #show and tell #me dejaste en un tango

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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One of my favorite stories I’ve ever read is “Lessons Learned”. So I would like to request something similar with a mixture of Hard dom/ Brat tamer Bakugou ❤️‍🔥 Take it in whatever direction you want, I know I’ll enjoy it however it ends up 😏

@ssplague, bestieeee! Tysm! 🥺💕 I'm sooooo fucking sorry it took me so long to answer your ask! It made me weak the first time I read it! I've got so many other wips I should probably be working on rn, but I finally said FUCKIT! I nEED this in my life rn!

I LOVED writing Lessons Learned - god! It was hard to get through tho. Nearly every time I sat down and started working on it, it always ended the same way and that's all I'ma say rn! 😈

Yes. I see your HardDom!BratTamer!Bakugou and raise you Jealous!Exhibitionist!Bakugou. 💅🏼💋

I hope it's worth the wait...

MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼

The Performance 💥 HardDom!BratTamer!Jealous!Exhibitionist! Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

Warnings: slight dubcon, Dom/sub dynamic, possessive dynamic, exhibitionism, marking, circle jerk, creampie, absolute filth

Word Count: 2.9k

It was half past 9 when he walked through the door at the well-to-do club where you'd been enjoying down time with some of your friends. He kissed your cheek and sat down in the half-circle booth next to you, putting his warm, athletic arm over your bare shoulders.

"How long you been waitin'?"

"Maybe an hour?"

He looked down, grumbling. "Got here as soon as I could". He glanced at you with his bottom lip poking out.

You propped your cheek on your hand and smiled at him, rubbing his arm. "I know, babe. It's perfectly fine, I understand".

"Ay, Bakubro! You finally made it!", Kiri yelled from across the table.

Katsuki snarled at him. "Yeah! Some of us have to actually work for a living!"

At that very moment, the cocktail waitress stopped by the table to take Katsuki's order and Mina yelled, "Yes please, for the love of god, get that man a drink!"

He growled at her before turning back to the waitress. "Four fingers of whiskey straight, no chaser".

She scampered off and everyone fell into the chatter and laughs they'd been sharing when Katsuki arrived.

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You were on your way back to the table from the restroom when you felt fingers against your elbow and a voice behind you say, "Hey, (y/n)!"

"Oh hey!" It was a young man a few years younger than yourself who worked in the same office building as you. "Fancy seeing you here". He appeared to be with a couple of friends judging by the prying eyes peering from behind him, smirking.

"I know, right? I've been here a few times, but I don't think I've seen you here before".

"Really? I come here quite regularly and I've seen you here before".

"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess I just haven't been paying attention".

"Don't worry about it! I just thought I'd say hi this time".

"I'm glad you did! Maybe I'll see you again the next time I'm here". You waved your fingers at him and started back towards your table again only to see Katsuki's eyes about to burst into flames as he watched you approach.

When you sat down, he leaned in. "Who's he?"

You waved him off. "Just a guy who works in the same building as I do".

"What did he want?"

"Nothing, just wanted to say h-"

"Bullshit". He placed his hand over your thigh under the table. "When a guy looks at a woman the way he was looking at you, trust me baby, he wants something". His large, rough hand squeezed the meat of your thigh beneath it. It hurt and you gripped his wrist in an effort to keep the whine in the back of your throat from escaping. The rest of your party was too close in proximity...at least one or two of them would've heard you. "I don't like it when other guys look at you like that". He dragged his fingers upward, taking the hem of your skirt along with them.

"Katsuki, get ahold of yourself. They're just looking...it's not like they're touching me".

He put his mouth to your ear. "Fuck it. Let 'em look". His hand moved further up your skirt, parting your legs enough that you could feel the cold draft of air against your dampening panties. "It'll just give me every reason I need to show them who you belong to".

His eyes shifted away from yours and you followed them to see what he was looking at. The guy who had just been flirting with you was watching as your husband's hand worked between your legs. His eyes flicked to Katsuki’s whose dark, lopsided, toothy grin spread across his handsome face, pleased that he was making himself clear to the other man that he had already laid his claim on you.

His pinky grazed your clothed, wet slit and you squirmed in your seat, trapping his hand between your thighs hoping it would make him relent. "Stop it, Katsuki", you growled at him.

But he twisted his wrist until he was able to push your panties aside with two of his fingers. He sank said fingers between your inner folds, coating them with your clear slick before curling them upwards to flick them over your hardening clit. You shuddered under his touch as he locked eyes with the other man, making sure he was watching when Katsu raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking them both off at once.

You glanced down to see Katsuki's cock pushing against the fabric of his slacks, tight against him in his sitting position. Showing other men that you belonged to him had always put him in a rut. You used the situation to your advantage and knowing he wouldn't follow you with a half, but nevertheless large, erection for everyone to see, you stood up in one fluid movement, turning away from him and strutting to the bar.

As you waited for the busy bartender to take your order, you noticed the rather strapping gentleman who stood beside you, looking down at his glowing phone screen.

"What can I get for you ma'am?"

You looked back at the bartender, who'd finally spoken to you. "Oh, um- (favorite drink)-"

"On me", the man beside you said.

"Yes sir", the bartender said before turning to his task.

You looked again at the handsome man beside you - taller than Katsuki, but he didn't exude quite the same confidence he did. Then again, not many people did.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that".

"I know". He gave you a smug, sidelong look. "I wanted to".

You tried to hide your smile, but fuck. His sexiness could easily go head to head with Katsuki's. You watched his eyes travel from your face down to your toes and back up again. You could almost feel your possessive husband's fiery eyes burning a hole in your back.

You turned to face the gentleman beside you, glancing over at the blond in the process. When you focused your gaze back to the man beside you, Katsuki stood up and started stalking towards you. His dick still wasn't completely soft yet, but he didn't care. He probably wanted the man next to you to see the bulge in his pants, using it to his advantage during the impending exchange at the bar. Not many men had a bigger cock than Katsuki and he knew it.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, squaring his hips off at the other man, most likely willing him to notice his size. "Let's go".

You pushed back against him. "Stop Katsu, I'm not ready to go yet".

He locked eyes with the man beside you and put his mouth right up next to your ear. "Would you prefer I fuck you right here on this bar to show everyone who your slutty pussy belongs to? Because I will! You're already wet and aching for my cock, aren't you, pretty girl?"

He was NOT bluffing. You knew your Dom. It had only taken him once before to show you that he was not above covertly pulling his dick out and pushing it inside your hot cunt while standing behind you at a crowded bar, much like the one you were standing at now.

The bartender sat your drink down on a small napkin, but Katsuki pushed it back to him and said, "Oi! Throw this one out and make her another one". He glared at the taller man beside you. "ALL of her drinks are on me, got that?"

He slid two thick fingers inside the plunging neckline of that little black number you wore, carding your hard nipple between them as he rutted his hips against your bottom. "Well?"

A part of you wanted him to fuck you then and there with the other man watching. But you'd never let it actually go that far. "Katsu, please go sit down and I'll be over after I get my drink since I have to wait longer for it now". You rolled your eyes.

He leaned back, his vermillion eyes searching yours until they locked onto the feminine form brushing past your shoulder. He reached out and stopped the cocktail waitress in her tracks, leaning down to her ear, whispering something. Without another word, he calmly walked away and sat back down at the table.

Stubborn as you were, you held your position at the bar. A couple of minutes later, out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement near the table where Katsuki was seated. The same waitress was now leaning down and whispering in his ear, her lips less than an inch from his face. He caught your gaze and smirked before turning his face towards hers. For a second it looked like he might actually kiss her. You were relieved for about half a second when she stood up and started walking away from him, only to watch him stand up as well and follow her up the stairs into the private VIP area.

Now it was your head that was about to explode. I know he did NOT just invite a fucking cocktail waitress to the VIP so he can fuck her! He turned the tables faster than a cheap hooker turns tricks on the streets of Vegas. You knew how other females looked at him. Hell, males too! That girl was probably 10 years your junior too, barely old enough to be serving alcohol. And now you watched as she led your husband up the stairs.

Drink forgotten, you marched your pretty, indignant ass right up to the 2nd level, ready to snatch a bitch up by her hair only to find Katsuki sitting on the couch, alone.

"Seems you're a petty, jealous asshole too".

Relieved, you plopped down on the couch next to your faithful husband, putting your arm over his waist as he pulled you in and kissed your forehead.

You lowered your head to his chest only to notice once again that his cock was pressing against the confines of his pants. You stroked him through the rough material as he raised up, pushing his erection closer to you, physically begging for more of your touch. You palmed him a couple more times before unzipping his slacks and pulling his cock out. He wasn't fully hard yet, but if you had anything to do with it, he was going to be standing at full attention in less than a minute.

You lowered your head further and pushed some spit through your ruby lips onto the angry head of his dick. He watched as you lowered your mouth and swirled your tongue around the smooth texture of his tip before sinking your lips down around him, taking as much of him into your mouth as possible. Not easy, but you're a blow job champ determined to take all of it for the team.

Only a couple of minutes passed by when Katsuki pulled you off his cock. You raised your lusty gaze to see the two men who'd flirted with you standing side-by-side, eyes as big as half dollars at the sight of your tits hanging out of your dress with a fat string of saliva hanging from your bottom lip. Your face snapped to Katsuki who had a shit-eating grin on his face. "What the fuck, Katsuki? Why are they here?"

"Because I had them brought here to watch and see under no uncertain terms who the fuck you belong to!"

Your protest was cut short when Katsuki flipped your body around so that you were facing the back of the couch. He pushed your skirt up around your waist and hooked your soaking panties with his thumb, pushing them aside and holding them against your ass cheek. "I suggest you hold onto something, you bratty cockslut!"

"Baby, no, I don't want them to see-". You averted your eyes from theirs.

Katsuki gave his thick cock a couple of strokes before pushing the head against your weeping entrance.

"Katsuki, you can't-". Your words failed you as he sank his meaty cock inside you.

He looked over at the audience of two, who were enraptured as they watched your husband pull himself nearly all the way out before gliding himself in balls deep again. He set a rhythm, making sure that the two guys who'd had the audacity to flirt with you could see the striations of your slick along his length as he fucked you. The younger of the two, the office boy, had been palming himself through his pants.

"Oh my god, Katsu! They're watching us!"

"I know, that's the fucking point!" Maintaining his pace, he looked at them. "You understand now that she's mine?"

Their mouths moved, but no sound came out. Katsuki pounded his thighs against you harder, a sharp clap ringing through all 8 ears. "Answer me!" The taller man's erection was now evident through the fabric of his pants.

"Y-yes, I un-understand", one of them mustered while the other one could only nod.

Katsuki's wet balls were slapping your clit now, and you whimpered "Katsu? Baby?"

He wrapped your hair around his fist, ignoring your mewl. He never broke eye contact with the men who'd made passes at you. "Tell her who the fuck she belongs to".

The younger one had pulled his cock through his open zipper, jerking off his smaller dick with his eyes locked on the point where your body met your husband's.

"Look at her!", Katsuki commanded. Both pairs of eyes met yours, their dry mouths hanging open. "SAY IT!"

They both jumped. "Y-you...belong to h-him", said the younger man who had been jacking off.

"The name's fucking Bakugou! Fucking say it!"

The same guy said, "You b-belong to B-Bakugou!"

By this time the taller man had pulled his dick out too, much larger than that of the other guy, but he still didn't hold a candle to Katsuki.

Katsuki's eyes darted to his. "Say my fucking name!" Your pussy was sucking him hard and his voice nearly cracked.

"B-Bakugou..."

"That's right...Bakugou. It's her last name too, you fucking beta. Don't you ever forget!"

The man's eyes drifted over to your pussy just in time to see the pink ring of flesh around your husband's cock begin an undulating cycle of flexing and relaxing. "Nnn-Katsu! G-gonna cum!"

Your thighs tightened and your hips stopped rocking back against Katsuki's, but the clamping down of your vaginal walls only got stronger as you unraveled around your husband's weighty cock.

He pulled back on the fistful of your hair, still plunging himself deep within your quivering cunt. Smarmy as ever, he looked at the taller man again. "Who does this fucking pussy belong to?"

"Y-you! I-I mean, Bakugou!"

"You're goddamn right it fucking does". Katsuki's groan escaped on the tail end of his words.

You could feel his cock tensing up inside you, such was his size. "Katsu?" Your body had turned to putty as you tried to hold onto what little shred of dignity you had left. "Cum for me, Katsu!", you whimpered.

"Why the fuck should I?"

"C-uz I want y-ou to mark m-e!" Your eyeliner smeared across the leather material of the couch cushion.

"That's a good a reason as any", he said before shifting his eyes away from the small circle jerk and back down to you. "Ah fuck, baby, yeah. I'll fucking mark you alright!" His eyes darted back up to that of his audience. "Gonna make sure my musk saturates you so they can fucking smell me on you!"

Drool seeped from your open mouth against the cream-colored leather. Your tits swayed and your ass cheeks rippled from the sheer force of Katsuki's relentless thrusts.

"Ah fuck, baby, gonna fill you up with my seed! So fucking full of it you're not going to be able to hold it all in!" Katsuki's hips snapped against your ass one last time before locking up, his ass flexing, relaxing, flexing, relaxing, flexing.

The younger man who'd been jacking off whined quietly as he blew his load onto the carpet beneath him.

"Nn fuck", the taller one groaned.

Finished with his orgasm, Katsuki pulled his cock out, bouncing under its own weight. He pulled your hips around to put on display the creampie he'd left behind inside you. The taller man, still tugging on his cock, watched as your pussy clenched, causing some of Katsuki's seed to ooze out of you and drip onto your ankle. That's all he could take and he came rather loudly, his cum nearly hitting you on the first release, such was the power behind it.

Katsuki frowned at both of them. "She's fucking mine. Don't you ever fucking forget it. Now...get the fuck OUT!"

They barely got their sticky, softening cocks back in their pants before retreating downstairs to no doubt go straight to their respective homes and have existential crises because they just orgasmed while watching another man fuck and cum inside an attractive woman. Porn was one thing, but Katsuki's show of dominance had hit different. And they had to wonder if they were wrong for it somehow.

Meanwhile, your husband helped you pull yourself together at least enough to make it to the car to take you home.

And with the privacy window partially cracked open, the driver was able to watch as Katsuki lapped up both your fresh slick for him, as well as his own seed as it continued to leak out.

#ask and you shall receive #hard dom bakugou #brat tamer bakugou #jealous bakugou #exhibitionist bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki #bakugo #katsuki x f!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #dynamight #katsuki thirst

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angelkurenai · 3 years

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Oh baby dear - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: Oh baby dear

Pairing: Chris Evans x Surrogate!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: After a trip that gives the chance to Chris to take a long-overdue break from his job, he comes back home with his mind made up to change his life. And even if it weren’t for the trip itself or meeting you, even though he had no idea if he’d ever see you again, he was determined to not wait any longer. Feeling ready to become a father he starts looking for a surrogate mother, only to end up finding you of all people.

“Son of a guy. You meant it.” brown eyes were wide, and for the first couple seconds no other sound could be heard in the room. It almost felt like the words could echo in the room.

“You're really doing this.” the man's voice was filled with just as much shock as was painted all over his face. At least the woman behind him was more calm, sipping on her drink with an ease that would have been troubling, especially in such a case, if it wasn't known that she had long ago heard the news.

“I wouldn't have brought it up in the first place if I wasn't seriously considering it.” the other man in the room couldn't take his eyes off his friend, trying to gauge his reaction the second it came through. It was bound to be the most honest one, no second thoughts, and he only needed his friends' honest thoughts. Not that, and he was sure of it, the other man would intentionally tell him anything but the truth.

“You- wow.” the shocked expression was still there but there was no mistaking the smile that was slowly but surely appearing on his face “Seems like Evans is finally joining the club, who'd have thought? That's what I call one heck of a year, quickly Scarlett note the date down! It's going to go down in the history books, I tell you. Oh you're in for one hell of a ride, buddy! Wait you knew about this, didn't you?” he turned to the woman but shook his head soon enough “Never mind. You're gonna have to look for a godmother but I do get to be the godfather, right? I really need to start making preparations, nine months are not even remotely enough. I gotta-”

“Take a deep breath and calm down, Robert. That's what you gotta do. Otherwise this kid won't get to meet its one-of-a-kind godfather. And we would never want that to happen, would we?” the woman interrupted his rambling, a teasing smile on her own lips as she noticed Chris himself chuckle.

“Oh goodness forbid that could ever happen.” Chris laughed some more, his chest feeling lighter than it had in the past couple days “And besides that, there has not been a surrogate found just yet. Papers got approved only a day ago, it will take more time than that.”

“You say that as if the second every woman finds out you're on that kind of market, won't volunteer to have your baby. Heck, I know most of them would gladly volunteer to do it the old-fashioned way! You'll see, you will be getting news very soon.” Robert brushed his friend off and got up from his seat, making his way to the mini bar to grab a drink for himself “Which means, I really gotta start preparing everything because a) this is Evans' kid and b) I'm the godfather and it'll get only the best!”

Scarlett couldn't help but laugh, while Chris shook his head with a chuckle, before she added “As you can see, he is going to be more trouble than the kid.” she ignored the look that was shot at her from Robert and kept going “But, speaking of it, I never asked: Did you never really consider adoption?”

“For most of the time that's what I had in mind, yes, but-” he sighed, easing back in his seat “I asked about it and my chances were sadly very low, given my job and everything, not to mention how lengthy of a process it all was. Sebastian was actually the one to suggest it and you know I haven't been able to stop thinking about it ever since. Granted, it is just as hard to find a surrogate who is also willing to be the biological mother but I feel like I have more to hope for this way.”

“You have every reason to be hopeful, I'm sure this will work out just fine. Besides-” she offered her friend a warm smile “There is no other man that I can think of that could be a better father than you. This child will be very lucky.”

“...The part of Robert being the godfather excluded?” Chris added with a smirk, eyeing his friend who narrowed his eyes at him, before both Chris and Scarlett burst into laughter.

“Life isn't perfect, what can you do?” she grinned as she took a sip of her drink.

“I'll try to be the better man, as always, and not comment on any spiteful comments against me. You're just jealous I am going to be the world's best godfather. Anyway, that wasn't what I was going to comment on.” he plopped back on his seat and gave the blue-eyed man a sly smile “Sebastian you say but I'm wondering: was it him or that summer trip to Italy that really prompted you to become a dad? Maybe a certain someone you met there? What was her name...”

“Don't-” it was all he had time to get out, his eyes wide and voice very warning; but there was never any stopping the man when he wanted to speak his mind.

“Ah yes.” Robert grinned widely “(Y/n).”

“What- Who?” Scarlett frowned, tilting her head to the side “How come I haven't heard of her before? I thought you told me everything about Italy.”

“She's nobod-”

“Probably the love of his life. Something like his soulmate. One he talks about a lot in his sleep, hence why I should hold more parties and have you guys over. The info I get is golden. Anyway, think of it as the star-crossed lovers but one where he isn't the Lana Del Rey young and beautiful, you know? Heard she's something like a med or psych graduate or something. So come to think of it all, Italy, soulmates and age difference, this is like another version of Call me by your-”

“And that's it for you. Enough words spoken for one day.” Scarlett said, not hesitating a second to place a hand over the man's mouth who admittedly didn't give up even if his words were only an incoherent mumble after that.

Chris' eyes were wide and there was no mistaking the way he wanted to not talk about it, as if there was some unparalleled sadness that came with the mention of your name, a deep ache and at the same time yearning perhaps because he missed you, just like there was no mistaking the tint of pink that was on his cheeks.

“That's-” he cleared his throat, avoiding looking at his friends in the eyes because he knew how easy it would be to tell that even so many months later the feelings were fresh as much as the day he had to leave, the day he left a part of himself on the airport with you – a part he knew real well he wouldn't get back again, certainly not from any other woman he got to meet. That missing part of him, even if the rest held all the beautiful memories dearly to itself and felt truly blessed, he knew was obvious. It was all on his face that he was missing something, even if he'd gotten so much. And he knew she would see it, it all became so obvious when he thought of you.

He shook his head when he realized he had taken longer than needed to reply “It was way too long ago, I can hardly remember it now. Hell, as if barely anything happened to begin with. She was just-” a lump in his throat, too painful “I made a good friend, a really good friend yes, who helped me see my life in a different way. Helped me make my choice and see the things that really matter. Couldn't keep in contact and yes that's a bit sad but- That's all there is to it, nothing more nothing less.”

Scarlett regarded him for a couple seconds, even as he tried to keep himself busy with getting another drink, before she finally spoke “If you say so.” she nodded her head “At least we now know who we owe this to and who to thank for our family growing, don't we?”

“Then-” Robert's smile was softer, yet also sad, as he raised his glass a bit “Let's drink to that, if not your baby just yet. To (Y/n)?”

“To (Y/n).” Scarlett nodded her head “For helping you make the best decision of your life, wherever she may be now.”

Chris hesitated, the unspoken truth of you not only being the one to help him make the decision but also be part of that decision, part of the family he wanted to build, was ready to break free from his lips but he held it back “Wherever she may be.” he said in a low hoarse voice, raising his glass as well “To (Y/n).”

He had not allowed himself to say your name in a long time and thinking back to it, the effect had been evident not only in his chest, in his heartbeat, but also in his lips, how painfully strange it felt when all he had been doing was think about it for months to no end, down to his throat that closed up with emotion. And he had allowed himself to say it not only so that he would make sure his friends would drop the subject but also because it had been a long time, he felt the need to and he knew that he wouldn't get the chance to do so, not anytime soon for sure.

And yet, only seconds ago, the name had left his lips for the second time in barely a couple days.

His brain could barely keep up with the fact, all the information he had to currently process seemed to make things even harder. Saying your name this time certainly had the same effect, his throat closed up and his heart leaped to his throat, but it felt like it was for an entirely different reason. He blinked several times, trying to make sure that what he was seeing was also true, to make sure that it wasn't wishful thinking and that him holding his breath had not reduced the levels of oxygen to a point where he couldn't even see straight. Truth be told, he felt pretty lightheaded.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n).” he repeated your name for the third time, the third time in only a couple days his mind nearly screamed at him, but it didn't feel the same this time.

“Yes, I would say she seems like one of the most, if not the most, suitable candidate for you case.” the woman behind the desk gave him a warm smile but his brain was still currently stuck on the word 'candidate'.

“I'm sorry. There seems to be some misunderstanding here and I- I don't know whose part it is on, but-” he licked his lips, trying to swallow over the lump in his throat “When you say- What you're trying to say- I'm sorry.” he shook his head and let a couple seconds to pass in silence; he knew she wouldn't ask before him.

Taking a deep breath he decided to speak, even if his voice was hoarse he hoped she could make out the words “Candidate for what?”

The woman frowned a bit but it was gone faster than it could register, as she spoke in a calm voice “Your case. To be not only the surrogate you are looking for. See, her current, and according to her permanent from now on, residence is in New York City and very close to the residence you have listed as your permanent one. It is important, you understand, if we take into consideration that she will be the biological mother of the child. You might want the child to be able to stay in touch with her, and vice versa, so the close proximity does help. Of course that is always up to you, but in most cases we've seen it hap-”

“When did she sign up for this?” he asked, barely able to keep himself to wait for her to finish her sentence.

“Pardon?” she blinked and only then he realized how he might have sounded.

“You're right. I apologize, that came out as wrong.” he cleared his throat again “What I mean is... does she know who I am? That she- she's signing up to be a surrogate for my child.”

“Every surrogate must be informed, of course, of you as you are informed of her. She too must know whose child she will carry, don't you think it's fitting? But if you are uhm-” she hesitated “Concerned about other children, then, you need not worry. It's not my place to say this but it seems like-” she smiled a bit, almost knowingly “That you have already chosen, so I believe it wouldn't really be against any rule to say this. Consider it an extra bit of information.”

'Seems like you have already chosen.' would be a vast understatement. It was like every cell in his body was screaming 'Yes', chanting it over and over again that he was seriously worried he might have projected it somehow. He could barely control the words that came out of his lips anyway. If anything, the second he had come across the file with your name he had been glued to it, his eyes and all of his attention orbiting around the single file as if he was Earth and you were his Sun. Not far from the truth either.

But it also must have shown- No scratch that. He was sure it had shown because he had done no effort to hide it, too stunned and happy and eager and giddy and blessed and so many other things, to try to hide it. And she had clearly noticed.

“So, no, she has not mothered another child. As a matter of fact, Miss (Y/l/n) is doing this for the first time.” the woman leaned back in her chair “She came to us with the belief that there was too much sadness out there and, amongst other things, she decided to do this little one thing to help someone out. To make someone happy. I believe she didn't really have any further expectations out of this, no further plans, other than wanting to do some good. We only informed her of your case and she said she'd like to help, nothing else.” she shrugged softly “For any further reasons behind her choice you could ask her, I suppose. If you do think she could be the right choice to be the mother of your child, then-”

“She is.” he said, maybe a little too fast, but he didn't care. He didn't find a single part of him that cared for how eager he looked at the prospect of you being the mother of his child. Granted, it wasn't exactly how he'd imagined it but it was so much more than he ever thought he'd get, of what he thought he deserved, when he had told you goodbye that summer.

He cleared his throat again, trying to straighten his back and look as formal as he should in the suit he was wearing. He offered her a small smile “She is the right one. I think I've decided. I-” he paused, glancing at the pile of files and therefore other candidates which he had absolutely not even taken a glimpse at and he hoped she wouldn't comment on it “I've thought things through, yes.” because no man could make such a decision so hastily, he knew, and yet he looked like he just had “I'm glad for all the candidates it means a lot but uhm Miss (Y/l/n) seems to be indeed the right one. I think she will do just fine yes.”

“Wonderful.” she smiled more, nodding her head “If it means anything, she seemed happy when she was presented with your case.” oh if only she knew just how much it really meant to him, ask his wildly-beating heart and everyone would know just how much “Now, you understand that while you seem pretty sure and confident with your choice, you will have to give it some more time, more than anything to get in touch with the surrogate herself and discuss through any specific terms you might have. We will be the ones to set a meeting. Of course there are legal issues that need to be taken care of, but you're a lawyer yourself so you probably know that better than anybody else already.”

“Y-yes uh of course, yes, legal terms. Mr Wilson will represent me on the matter of course. But you said-” he folded his hands over his lap and threaded his fingers and it was either that or let his nerves show “Meeting her? Will I get to meet her in person soon or...?”

“That, Mr Evans, is completely up to you, how ready and sure you are, how much time you need and how fast you want things to progress.” she said as if she'd had this conversation many times over and she probably had “It could be within a week, a month, or, if you have no doubts, within three days the soonest possible. So, do you need time to think over-”

“The soonest possible. I'd like-” he nodded his head, straightening his suit's jacket “I think it would be best if I could meet with her the soonest possible. She's just what I was looking for.”

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Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Warnings - Cursing because angry boy, reader being a cold mf, reader's clothes are described (but kind of vaguely so dw)

Note: I feel like I can hear the gif for some reason :D? Kind of self indulgent so reader is shorter than kyotani. Poor mad dog, always being put in his place by pretty boys. I'll have you know that I consult the wiki everytime I write something for character details by the way. (bragging shamelessly). Reader is also a second year and the student council president because this is fiction and I'm not sure if you have to be a third year hehe

this turned out longer than I thought it would, really popped off with this one

Male Reader

Kyotani Kentarou has a new enemy.

Whether or not you knew he though of you as an enemy didn't matter to him.

Suprisingly, it doesn't happen as often as some might think. His awful attitude and uncooperative nature ensures that he makes more enemies than friends, but most people are too afraid to approach him in order to become one of the two.

His new enemy?

You. (L/n) (y/n), Student Council President.

Kyotani never really though much of you. Not when you campaigned for the spot, (despite being in the second year), and not when you got the position. He's seen you, sure, you made that whole speech when you got the part and you oversaw detention sometimes.

Kyotani, (surprisingly), didn't get detention much. On the one time you oversaw the detention class when he was supposed to be there, he decided not to go.

So, overall, he hardly saw you at all. You were nothing but a passing thought in his mind when he heard people talking about you. He never expected to talk to you, much less consider you his worst enemy.

~~~

It really was a normal day for Kyotani. He woke up, took a shower, ate on his way to school, and slipped into class with his usual "fuck with me and you die" look on.

Practice was cancelled that day as the coach was out sick, so he didn't really have anything to do. Everything was all normal for him, right up until the end of the day. Kyotani was stalking through the hallways, the other second years moving out of his way and giving hushed whispers to their friends as they got ready to leave.

He was used to that, and even liked the feeling it gave him, knowing that these people were actually afraid of him. He was close to his locker when it happened.

He ran right into you, almost knocking you back. He glowered down at you, an angry spark in his eye that would have any other student running far away. You however, just stepped back to be clear of his general bubble, and looked up at him with a frown.

Truth be told, he had never really seen you up close. True he'd overheard some of his classmates talking about how 'intimidating' and 'handsome' you were, but Kentarou didn't expect to actually feel it coming off of you. He didn't expect to point out how attractive you were right off the bat.

The hard glisten in your eye faded as you scanned his face. You know this guy. Your expression changed from 'stone cold dictator' to 'unbothered student council president.'

Somehow feeling the tension, most of the students cleared out before either of you said a word.

"Kyotani Kentarou," you said, "Number 16 on our schools volleyball team. Infamous for your out of control aggression and prowess in your sport." You smirked at him quickly, straightening your blazer and standing up straight.

"The hell," he lifted his head to look down his nose at you, "why do you know me?"

You shrug. "I keep tabs on all the students I think are troublesome. Or interesting." He watched as you casually turned to your bag and pulled out a large binder. "You're on the first page, marked in red." you had a somewhat mocking tone in your voice, that coy smirk returning.

Kyotani growled, the noise sounding surprisingly like an animal. You were much more cocky up close. Cocky and aggravating. He moved closer to you so that your chests were almost touching while you put the binder away, and looked straight down at your face. "I can be much more troublesome," he said lowly.

You barked out a laugh. "Careful there Mad Dog." You advanced, causing Kyotani to step back. "Or I might just think you're threatening me," you continued to move forward. Kyotani took more steps back. The only way he could describe the feeling was like he was being herded like a sheep.

Another animalistic growl left his throat when his back hit the lockers. By now everyone had left, leaving just the two of you. "You aren't leaving a very good first impression on your president," you say dangerously, almost mocking your own title.

"Why do I need to leave a good impression on you," he muttered out. You didn't say anything and instead lifted your arm above his shoulder to slam it by his head. He recognized this feeling. Yet somehow, it felt all different.

Not once had the rumors spoken about the affect you had on people. You scanned his face again, those intimidating (e/c) eyes holding him steady in place. His breath hitched in his throat softly when you pulled your hand back to straighten his tie. "You don't," you said referring to his earlier question, eyes focused on his tie. "And you haven't."

You pulled away from him and stepped back, patting him on the shoulder before turning on your heel to head towards the doors. You turned your head just as you were about to leave, the blue grey light from the cloudy sky making you seem more threatening. "Take care, Mad Dog." You left the school building, leaving Kentarou breathing heavily and on guard at the lockers.

~~~

He really didn't expect that from you.

He had had a similar feeling, when Yahaba threw him into a wall and scolded him during the spring preliminary game against Karasuno. Similar, but not quite the same. It felt like you had him trapped. He still had your words replaying on repeat in his mind.

Those rumors he heard about you didn't do you any justice. He never heard anything about how easily you could make people feel... things. For once, he felt like he was the one being hunted. And oh boy did he not like that. All those times he'd seen you, he thought you looked like a regular goody two shoes who would report even the smallest wrongdoing to the teachers. He didn't expect a calculated, threatening boy who had a binder of 'troublemakers' and a heavy presence.

He didn't sleep more than 2 hours that night.

Maybe it was your eyes that were etched into his mind. Maybe it was your smooth voice, that look that made it seem like there was so much more under your surface.

So naturally he came to the conclusion that you were his rival.

He managed to avoid you all till the end of the week, Sunday rolling around like a saving grace. He didn't see you once for the rest of the week, but it still felt like you were watching him with those calculated eyes of yours. His shoulder still felt all weird and tingly from where you had touched him.

The weekend felt like an asylum to him, a feeling of safety and control returning to him when his older sister sent him out to go pick up some things from the store.

Kyotani had decided to cut through the park on his way back, but now he was quickly regretting his decision. It's not like he was afraid of you, he just thought that avoiding you would be the best option.

The last place he expected you to be was sitting in the park, staring out at the little man-made pond with a few birds at your feet. You had an overcoat on to compensate for the slightly chilly weather, a sweater visible underneath it. Your shoes were tapping the ground rhythmically.

You looked much less intimidating out of uniform. You had a neutral, content look on your face, cheek squished against your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. It was almost cute, he thought, if that was the right word for it.

"Are you just going to stand there forever," you turned your face towards him and regarded him with lidded eyes. "You can sit down you know."

He jumped, standing still for a second before slowly moving towards you. His guard up like a wall as memories of your last interaction replayed through his mind. His breath quickened ever so slightly, and his ears turned pink.

He slid into place on the bench next to you. You turned towards him again and smiled. He went bright red.

It was an actual smile. Not that cocky smirk, but a soft clad cute smile. You focused your attention back on to the pond.

"You live around here," Kyotani inquired gruffly.

You nodded. "I don't go out much. Usually cooped up in my room working on god knows what." You leaned back, draping your arms gracefully across the back of the bench. "Sorry about our little encounter, by the way. I must have come off way scary, right?" You gave him that soft smile again.

He looked away and hid his cheeks with his hand. "Like I'd be afraid of you," he muttered.

You hummed softly. A thought struck him. He regained his composure before speaking again. "You must have known that I live around here, right?"

You nodded wordlessly. "It was in your file."

Kyotani decided not to comment on how creepy that was, and instead muttered out a small "oh."

Neither of you said a word for a few moments.

"We really got off on the wrong foot, huh?" You turned your whole body towards him, watching his movements like a cat.

He just grunted.

You laughed a little bit, and extended your hand. "Why don't we start over. I'm (l/n) (y/n)."

Kyotani eyed your hand suspiciously before taking it. The tingly feeling returned, but this time it felt stronger as both your hands were bare. Your slightly smaller hand gripped his firmly, the slight size difference making Kyotani blush a bit.

You really weren't what he thought, were you? Even so, you were still his enemy. His cute, scary, calculated, calm enemy.

He doesn't even know what hit him.

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