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strawberry cough | njm

strangers to fwb to lovers w/ plug!jaemin ft. bestie shotaro

summary: when your longtime bestie and plug moves out of town, he recommends one of his buddies to fill your weed needs. jaemin is glad to deliver that and maybe even more.

pt. 2 here

wc: 9.1k 18+ mdni

cw: weed/marijuana use, sex under the influence of weed, protected/unprotected penetrative sex, oral, 69, shotgunning, soft dom!jaemin, some angst & misunderstandings, jealous reader and jaemin, comforting from jaemin, jaemin calls reader baby & angel, gn!afab!reader, he has a pull out couch, strawberry cough is an actual weed strain i recommend it :)

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shotaro calls your name, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“his name is jaemin and we have the same supplier, I’ll even ask him to give you a discount!”

your best friend was moving to another town across the country for work and you can’t help but tear up at the thought of being so far from the sweet boy. you met back in your teens and had been glued at the hip since.

somewhere over the course of your friendship, shotaro started to dabble in weed, teaching you almost everything you know about the substance and eventually becoming your plug and smoking buddy. with shotaro gone, it might be difficult finding someone who not only you can trust but also knows your weed needs like the back of their hand.

you blink at the new name, trying to remember what he was talking about, and recall something along the lines of finding you a new plug.

“i’d definitely recommend him, i’d say he’s second best to me in town, and i can trust him around you,” shotaro jokes with you, keeping it lighthearted.

you know behind the joking, your friend is doing his best to look out for you despite going through a stressful time himself. you don’t want to make this move any harder for him than it already is, so you agree with a smile.

“i’ll give him a chance, just give me his number and we’ll go from there.”

he meets your smile with his own.

“trust me, he’ll take good care of you.”

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a couple of weeks after shotaro’s move, you decide its finally time to text your potential new plug. after finding his contact buried in your messages, you text jaemin, setting up a meeting time to pick up some goods, planning on buying an eighth and some gummies.

surprisingly, he asks if you want to check out his strains when you get there, wanting you to actually see all he has to offer before buying.

his customer service impresses you, realizing that you just assumed he would be as casual as shotaro and any other plug you’ve gone to. most of the time they would just ask you what you want, give you your order, and you’d be on your way. seeing the whole collection would definitely be good if you plan to go to him long-term.

while you’re a little hesitant at the thought of entering his apartment, you feel better given how shotaro talked your ear off on how good jaemin was, both as a friend and fellow plug.

a 20-minute walk from your place leads you to the address he sent, and you triple-check your phone to make sure you’re at the right apartment. when you finally ring the doorbell, you hear some rushed footsteps and the door opens to a sight you were not expecting.

your eyes move up to see a tall man with dark hair, broad shoulders, and one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever seen.

“hi, you’re __? taro’s friend, right?”

you nod, exchanging introductions, and he gives you a tight handshake, not breaking eye contact.

“come on in! i’ve laid out everything so you can pick what you want. let me know if you have any questions.” he flashes another smile, and you can’t help but smile back at his welcoming attitude. besides shotaro, other plugs you have gone to never exchanged more than a few words with you, but they also didn’t have a smile like jaemin’s. actually, no one you’ve ever met had a smile like that.

you take a look around his apartment, noting how well kept it was, with minimal but tasteful decor. you were already a little nervous, but staring at the back of the attractive man leading you to his kitchen in his perfect apartment has your heart speeding up.

he shows you his collection, which you note to be on the same level as shotaro’s. you remember how your stash of your favorite strain ran out the week before, and knowing they have the same supplier, you look around his extensive collection for a familiar logo.

“do you have anymore strawberry cough? that’s my go-to.”

his expression falters slightly, but he recovers quickly and answers your question.

“i’m out of stock right now, but if you come back next week i should definitely have it in.”

nodding in understanding, you pick up a small pack of orange gummies, deciding on taking a break from smoking until your next visit. he packs up your gummies and leads you back to the entrance of his apartment, but when you reach into your bag to pull out your wallet he stops you.

“it’s on the house.” he insists, flashing you another one of his dazzling smiles. his smile makes it almost too hard to argue.

“oh no, i can’t do that to you,” you respond and resume your task of grabbing your wallet. you stop at the feeling of a warm hand on your shoulder.

“let’s just say it’s a first time customer deal, okay?” his strong gaze stills you.

“it’s not every day I get a customer as cute as you,” he says with a grin and a look in his eyes you can’t quite figure out. it does a good job of shutting you up, and you feel your face heat up. the place where his hand meets your shoulder feels like it’s burning.

you don’t know how to respond and he chuckles at your flustered expression. he places the gummies in your hands, and opens the door for you.

“make sure you come back next week, i’ll be waiting for your text!” you nod and quietly respond with your thanks and goodbye as you walk out into the hallway. he waits until you’re at the elevator, waving to you as the elevator doors close.

immediately you’re clutching your burning face in your hands, and his words replay in your head until you go to sleep that night.

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while the interaction with your new plug lingers in your mind for a while, you are quick to try and dismiss jaemin’s flirting as his way of charming customers and nothing more. shotaro did say he would ask him to give you a discount, so maybe it’s safe to assume that freebie was a favor for your mutual friend.

the next week, you’re surprised to see a text from jaemin letting you know that your favorite was in stock. you had debated in your mind on when to text him, but it’s a pleasant surprise that he texted you first. you agree to come after work, and your second visit to him is not as nerve-wracking as the first, though his closing remarks from the first visit still ring in your brain.

you wave those thoughts off again as he meets you at the door.

“hello my strawberry cough lover!” he greets you happily.

lover. you freeze at the word. you pause for a few seconds, jaemin confused at your lack of response when you realize he’s referring to your love for the product. you totally missed that. he was not calling you his lover.

“hi jaemin,” you sheepishly reply, internally scolding yourself for those thoughts.

you expect him to collect your payment, give you your bag, and send you on your way. but something you’ve begun to learn in the short time you’ve known him is that he is always full of surprises.

he invites you in and you see your order sitting on his kitchen table. your eyebrow raises when he pulls out another bag of what you recognize as strawberry cough from the label.

“do you have any plans today?” he asks.

it’s about 6pm and your only plans included smoking the goods you would be getting from jaemin, so nothing’s booked. “i’m free, what’s up?”

“it’s actually been a while since i’ve smoked or sold this strain, so i wanted to ask if you’d want to smoke with me? it’ll be on the house of course, but you totally don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable” he actually looks a little nervous asking, which you find endearing.

“sure, sounds fun,” you agree, once again taking into consideration shotaro’s ramblings about jaemin. you would never pass up the opportunity for free weed with a potential new friend. friend.

he brightens, sitting you down on his living room sofa and running to get his smoking materials together.

“pipe or joint?” he asks. you reply with the latter and he gets to rolling.

you watch as he expertly grinds and packs the green leaves into the wrapping paper, licking the edge to seal it and pinching the end shut.

you can’t deny that it’s probably one of the most attractive things you’ve ever seen a man do. you’ve seen many of your friends roll before, but something about the way jaemin uses his hands (and mouth) has you almost drooling.

he offers you the first hit, and you place the joint between your lips. he lights it as you inhale slightly, keeping his hand steady to catch any ash from falling on you.

while his earlier display had your body reacting, his gentlemanly behavior hit you right in the heart. you take two hits and hand it back to him, watching him take his own.

“how did you meet shotaro?” he asks, making conversation, and you are more than happy to explain how he accidentally hit you with a basketball during your second year of high school. you feel your body start to lighten and your mind fuzz.

“he couldn’t stop apologizing, going on and on about taking me to the hospital,” you’re trying to tell him through your giggles and before you know it, full laughter leaves you at the thought of your friend.

he looks at you with dazed eyes and a dopey smile, laughing along with you, starting to recount his own memories of your shared friend.

conversation seems to just flow naturally between the two of you. with each time the joint is passed back and forth, you learn another piece of information about the man in front if you, and vice versa. it’s comfortable.

at some point, you are both pretty settled into your highs, melted into the couch watching some random movie.

you look over at jaemin, and he looks more handsome and cozy than you remember a couple hours ago. he was within arms length, and if you wanted to, you could just reach over and-

“__, are you okay?” jaemin’s call of your name snaps you out of your thoughts.

embarrassed by your staring and what just went through your head, you try to keep it as cool as possible, but you know that your thoughts are threatening to seep out.

“yeah, i’m good, just thinking of heading out soon since it’s getting pretty late,” you assure him. at this point, a few hours had passed since you arrived and it was safe to say you needed to go home and cool your head before you said or did anything you’d regret.

he nods in understanding and tells you he will be right back. you’re not too sure what he’s up to, but he comes back quickly wearing a hoodie and helps you to your feet with a gentle hand. he picks up your order from the kitchen, and walking to the front door he grabs his keys and starts to put his shoes on.

“are you heading somewhere, too?” you ask, and he looks at you blankly.

“i’m walking you home?” he states as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. you told him somewhere along the line that you lived close by, but you didn’t expect this.

“jaemin, you don’t have to, it’s only 20 minutes,” you try to assure him.

you know that it isn’t the safest to walk by yourself at this time of the night, but you don’t want to trouble him.

“i do have to, and i want to.” you know he’s really made his mind up, seeing his serious expression, so you give up any further argument at his response.

your thoughts tell you he’s just being a good friend, but your heart hopes its something more.

the two of you walk back in a comfortable silence, jaemin with your order in hand. he walks you to the front of your apartment building, handing you your bag once you arrive.

“i had a lot of fun today, hope we can do this again sometime,” he says with that same look he had when he gave you your first freebies.

“same here, i think that would be really nice,” you respond, internally celebrating that he enjoyed your time together just as much as you did.

his normal dopey grin comes back at that, and he bids you a good night, waiting until you are inside your building to start his walk home.

only when you get back to your room do you realize you forgot to pay him.

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over the next few months, you find that jaemin never lets you pay. he’s officially become your plug and smoking buddy. you never stop protesting and offering to pay, but in that time you’ve also gotten to know how stubborn he is.

“friends get free shit.” he shrugs, as if it’s just common sense.

friends. the word stings a bit. you’ve come to learn that his charms extended so far beyond what was offered to customers. so much so that you’ve come to want more than friendship.

but again, you also don’t want to ruin what you’ve got growing and make him uncomfortable. this has to be a platonic experience for him, right?

that’s what you tell yourself, keeping your hopes at bay. you don’t want to risk anything.

on a particularly stressful work day, you come to pick up your usual order when he notices something is off. he frowns seeing you so tired and noticeably upset, immediately leading you inside with his hand gently resting on your back.

“what’s wrong?” he asks feeling your forehead for any sign of a fever. you’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with him over your time together, closing your eyes at his touch.

“nothing, just a tough day at work,” you murmur, just wanting to get your order and go home to lie in bed. a harsh argument with your manager today left you feeling frustration bubbling in your throat with no way to let it out.

“i know something that might help?” he offers. he brings you straight to your usual spot on the couch, and goes to the kitchen, returning with a familiar decorated bag.

“you didn’t,” gasping as he starts to lay its contents out on the table.

the bag included your go to order from your favorite fast food place, complete with a strawberry smoothie.

“i didn’t expect that it would be a perfect day to do this, but i’m glad i did.”

your eyes start to sting.

his kindness is coming at a moment you needed it most. he’s always been kind, and that has not changed at all since the day you met him. tears start to fall.

“wait, did i mess up your order??” his eyebrows furrow and he starts to get up, scanning the food on the table.

you shake your head, grabbing his arm to pull him back into sitting.

“no, just thank you, thank you so much jaemin.” you’re trying to compose yourself, but the same warm hand you’ve come to know and love starts to rub circles into your shoulder, making you cry more.

you lean into him, letting yourself let go of your frustrations of the day. jaemin encourages you to talk, wrapping his arm completely around you and whispering sweet affirmations in response to your worries.

after what feels like forever passes by, you find yourself relaxed in his arms with his head resting on yours.

“thank you and i’m sorry jaemin, i know that was a lot,” you say as you turn your head to look at him, realizing how close the two of you were.

he leans back, still with an arm around you. “i’m gonna pretend i only heard that first part. you’re never too much and you don’t have to be sorry about letting your emotions out. not with me.”

you really don’t understand how he’s telling you exactly what you need to hear.

at this point, the feeling slowly blooming over the past few months has really has made itself clearer than ever to you.

you like him. you like him so much.

you whisper your thanks again, and he shushes you, with his eyes moving down to your lips.

“you’re welcome, now let’s smoke a little?” he asks quietly, and you nod, figuring you would appreciate the relaxation of your body and hopefully, your heart as well.

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jaemin lets you use his facewash and a towel to freshen yourself up after crying, and has a pipe freshly packed for when you come back.

after your usual passing back and forth, you’re melted into the couch watching tv yet again. jaemin has his arm wrapped around you just similar to how he did at your earlier cry session, but this time his hand is around your waist, rubbing absentmindedly.

you don’t mind at all, pressed into his side as you both watch a cute cat cartoon. you look up at him, staring at his lips as thoughts start to sprout. you’ve noticed his obsession with wearing lip balm, and it’s really paid off. they look so soft and you can’t help but imagine what they’d feel like against yours.

he doesn’t lean away this time when he notices your gaze, looking into your eyes with his own hooded ones. you don’t know if it’s the weed giving your thoughts life, but your voice is leaving you before you know it.

“can i kiss you?”

you gasp after realizing what you’ve said, moving to get up, but his arm wraps tighter around you, stopping you from separating yourself from him. staring down at you with lidded eyes, he closes the distance between the two of you.

his lips are even softer than anything you’ve imagined.

his pecks turn into full kisses, and it’s only a matter of time before things turn more heated, jaemin slipping in his tongue to meet yours. the two of you kiss for what feels like forever, getting lost in the haze.

your mouth chases his as he starts to pull back, and he smiles against your lips. he fully pulls back look at you, and leans in to pepper soft kisses on your neck.

“you are toooo cute.” he mumbles against your neck, and his warm breath gives you goosebumps.

“do you want me?” he asks, and you are speechless. you’ve been wanting him, thinking of him while sober and not so sober. you’ve dreamed about this, yet now that he’s offering himself on a silver platter all you can do is nod. he slightly tightens his hold on your waist.

“words, baby.”

your embarrassed face presses into the top of his head as he continues to lay kisses down your throat. you can only hope that this is not just a really, really good dream.

“i want you, jaemin. so bad.”

immediately you are pushed onto your back on the couch, jaemin’s lips back on yours and your hands threading through his hair.

he slots himself in between your legs, grinding into you slowly as your hips jump up to meet his. he begins to kiss a trail from your throat down to your stomach, his warm hands finding their way under your shirt and sweatpants to meet your bare hips.

“can i take these off?” he punctuates his question with a snap of your waistband.

“please,” you reply, feeling yourself begin to ache, but suddenly jaemin remembers something.

you look at him confused as he gets up, reaching around to two handles at the bottom of the couch. he pulls the handles, and you are met with a whole new couch section.

“you’re telling me it was a pull-out couch this whole time??” you complain. your nights with him were comfortable, but the extra couch space to sprawl out changes everything.

“hey, it’s usually just me on this couch and i have more than enough room, so i kinda just forgot okay?” he pouts as he returns to his task, pulling your sweatpants off of you.

you start to laugh until you feel his warm breath on your underwear. the sight of him looking at you from between your legs is something straight out of a wet dream, and you’re pleading.

“please jaemin..”

“please what, angel?”

you clench at the new nickname. you crave nothing more than for him to bury himself between your legs.

“please touch me.”

he pushes your underwear aside, and dives right in. you gasp at the feeling, feeling the wind knocked out of you as your hands immediately meet his head.

he groans at the feeling of you alternating between pushing his head deeper and tugging at his hair. the vibrations send chills down your spine, and your moans increase in volume as he lays sloppy kisses over your bud, eventually sucking it between his soft lips.

if you thought his lips felt heavenly on yours earlier, his lips on your most intimate parts takes it to a higher dimension. at some point, he slips your underwear completely off, getting right back into action.

he doesn’t let up, slipping his middle and ring fingers into your entrance, slowly thrusting in and out.

you feel the tension build in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter until a curl of his fingers sends you over the edge with a strangled moan. he works you through your orgasm, laying a final kiss before making his way back up your body at the feeling of your hands pushing his head away from your core.

“are you okay, angel?” you look at his smiling face, his beautiful lips covered in a wet sheen. if this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up. something hard and hot at your thigh snaps you out of your admiration.

“i’m perfect, jaem, but how about you?” you ask as you catch your breath, shifting your thigh against his bulge.

this catches him off guard and a deep groan leaves him. it’s music to your ears and you want to hear it again and again.

“let me ride you jaemin. please,” you present the idea to him and he brightens up, only to pull a worried expression.

“are you sure it’s okay? do you have enough energy?” he’s still the same jaemin you’ve come to appreciate, always wanting you to be comfortable. you just want to make him feel good, too.

“of course jaemin, i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t want to.” the worried expression leaves at your words as he takes off his pants and underwear. you pause as he reaches under the couch and pulls out a condom that he rolls onto his aching member.

“is there any other surprises this couch has?” you ask jokingly.

he laughs and he helps you up into straddling him as he leans against the back of the couch.

you grind on him as he softly pecks at your neck, feeling the vibrations of his low groans on your skin. you raise yourself and begin to lower yourself onto him, hissing at the stretch of his cock inching into your entrance.

“fuck, so fucking tight,” he groans as he bottoms out inch by inch, helping by pushing his hips up to meet yours. you moan at the feeling, with no one you’ve ever hooked up with being as thick as jaemin.

you bounce slowly, and you build a steady rhythm as you shut your eyes at the almost euphoric feeling. the combination of his cock reaching far deep into you and the weed coursing through your system has your entire body tingling. you open your eyes to peek at jaemin, who looks to be going through the same thing.

his brows are furrowed, and he’s letting out delicious groans with each bounce. he slowly opens his eyes to meet yours, and like magnets your lips meet.

“you feel so good, angel, so fucking good,” he murmurs against your lips. his hands move from your hips to your ass and he plants his feet into the couch.

a harsh thrust has you clinging onto him for dear life as he starts to piston into you, chasing your highs.

the two of your moans fill his living room as he speeds up, hitting you deeper and deeper until you’re reaching another mind numbing orgasm. your pulsing sends jaemin over the edge, and he pulls out, pulling the condom off to finish himself over his own stomach.

you plop onto your side, too tired to hold yourself up as you detach yourself from jaemin. you feel the weight of the couch shift and start to drift off until jaemin shakes you gently.

“sleep over? you can borrow some clothes and we can finish that movie.” you’re way too tired to think about going home and don’t have to work until tomorrow afternoon, so you’re quick to mutter a sleepy “okay.”

he gives you a hoodie and some pajama pants, and he goes back to his room to change his own clothes.

coming back to the sight of you in his hoodie, jaemin smiles to himself before sliding in with you to retire for the night.

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you are surprised to see that first night did not sour your growing friendship at all. movie nights and order pickups still continued, but the two of you fall into a different kind of routine. weed was slowly pushed from the center relationship. yes, he would have you over to smoke you out, but more and more you find that you get lost in conversation or a show before you can even take one puff.

either way, half the time you ended up finding yourself under him, or him under you. afterwards he lets you sleep over or walks you home after a short nap, depending on the time and if you have work.

while you’re glad nothing got awkward, you couldn’t help but feel disappointment from your growing desire to be more to him. to have more of him. all of him.

it always was some combination of talking, eating, smoking, sleeping, or fucking with jaemin, but the two of you never talked about what your relationship was. you’ve become comfortable with your arrangement, being willing to put aside the pangs in your chest to continue these nights with him.

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“he got you, didn’t he..” shotaro teases over the video call, catching up on the past few months since his move. he zeroed in on the numerous times you mentioned his recommended plug, knowing the charming nature of his friend.

“why are you saying that like you knew it would happen??” you bite back at his teasing, and he quickly clarifies.

“no, no, i was genuinely just introducing him to you as a plug, but i’ve known the dude for a while. he’s a great host, a great friend and overall, he’s a reeaaally great guy. if something happens, i approve.”

he’s echoing a similar jaemin spiel to the ones he went on before you met the man, but you can’t help but agree now that you know him just as well.

“i know, i know, but let’s talk about something other than jaemin.” you haven’t talked to taro in a while, and you didn’t want to spend your whole call recalling how well jaemin’s treated you. the more you think about it, feelings of uncertainty in the nature of your relationship also follow.

“okay, well anyways, i’ve been into this really cool new strain. they call it strawberry shortcake and it’s just crazy, you need to try it.” before you can respond, taro cuts in.

“you might need to get it somewhere else, though, let me see if another of my buddies around there has it.” you haven’t gone to any other plugs since you met jaemin, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to start now.

“don’t you think i can just get it from jaemin? he’d probably want to try.” he gives you a perplexed stare in response.

“i don’t think so, jaemin hates strawberries. i’m surprised that hasn’t come up at all?” the news from taro leaves you shocked.

you recall how jaemin didn’t have your beloved strawberry cough in stock when you first met him, but since then he’s never ran out. he could have just said from the beginning that he doesn’t carry it in stock.

was he buying it just for you? is he smoking what you like even if he doesn’t? if he is, what does that mean? the thoughts threaten to send your mind spiraling.

you try to push them aside to continue your chat.

once you finish your conversation with your friend and head to bed, you fight against a hopeful little voice in your head telling you that jaemin might just feel the same way as you.

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the next day, you initiate plans with jaemin, wanting to finish up a show the two of you started. he lets you know you can come over that evening after some customers leave, assuring you they won’t take long.

you head over to his place, heading up the elevator. you’ve never seen any of jaemin’s neighbors before, so you’re surprised when the doors open to a gorgeous girl. her hair is a slight mess, but she works it.

she offers a polite “excuse me” before going into the elevator to head down. as you pass her, you get a whiff of something very familiar.

fresh herbs, florals, and something.. sweet? you ponder on the scent on the short walk down the hall to jaemin’s. he opens the door with the same smile as always, and leads you inside when you smell it.

the same scent you smelled at the elevator.

strawberry cough.

“did you get started without me?” you try to keep a light hearted tone, trying to pry as much as you can without giving your suspicisons away.

“just a bit, a customer came by earlier and wanted to try out some of my stash, but they didn’t want to smoke alone so i had a hit or two.” he smiles innocently. your eyes move to the tv to see the show you were planning to watch already playing on the screen. your heart sinks.

jaemin is a really good guy. he’s so special to you and you feel like slowly but surely you’ve become just as special to him.

when you sit down, you ask him to put on a different movie, wanting to continue the show another time. you can’t seem to focus and the joint passed to you tastes a little more bitter than usual. your thoughts fester.

jaemin is a really good guy, but he is good to everyone. he’s so special to you, but you’re not sure anymore if you have even began to brush the surface of being anything more than a good friend.

even if you’re sleeping together, you weren’t exclusive, and it’s not like you’re the only one he watches shows with or his only smoking buddy, either.

neither of you ever moved to define what went on between you two, and that little voice from last night is telling you now that maybe there just wasn’t anything in need of defining in the first place.

you finish the movie with minimal conversation and ask him to walk you home, citing your change in demeanor to a long, tiring day.

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wanting to sort out your feelings, you decide you need a break from your regular visits, but 1 week of excuses and avoiding his invitations quickly turns into 3.

“shit.” you check your weed jar to find your strawberry cough stash running dangerously low. gnawing at your lip, you still can’t find it in you to reach out to jaemin, even if its just as a customer.

you’ve wanted to go back every time he’s invited you, but since the day you concluded that nothing actually special was going on between you two, you don’t know if you can act normal. you don’t know if you could lay under him, looking into his deep brown eyes and not tell him you are probably madly in love with him.

you needed some time to cool your feelings off. you’d be back after you sort it out, and everything would hopefully go back to the way it was.

you head to work and put your thoughts aside for now, actually grateful that there’s a line of customers to keep your mind busy. when it slows down a bit, you see a familiar face of a boy with rose gold hair.

yangyang was a friend you met through shotaro, seeing him in a lot of blunt rotations you’ve been in at shotaro’s functions.

“hey, yangyang! how are you?” you ask cheerily.

he’a quick to return your greeting, always being a pretty chill person to see even if you don’t know each other too well.

“not too bad, just running some errands. heading to my plug later, how are you?”

a lightbulb turns on in your head at his plans. the answer to your dilemma has arrived.

“better now, could i ask you a favor actually?”

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jaemin hears his doorbell ring, but he’s slow to get the door. he knows it’s not you, so what’s the rush? he grabs his customer’s order from his kitchen table and heads over.

even though he knows it isn’t you, a part of him wishes it was. he hasn’t seen you in 3 weeks, and it’s driving him crazy. you’ve just rejected another invitation to finish up that show you started, and he’s lost count now of how many times that’s happened.

he knows you’re busy, but he can also sense that something is off. he’s been scouring his memories for anything he could have done to upset you for the past week or so, but he can’t come up with anything.

he tries to assure himself that it’s just a schedule thing, nothing personal. he’s gotten used to your smoking habits, and he knows you’ll be running low soon.

it’s only a matter of time until you need to come see him, right? he can only hope that you want to.

he opens his door to see yangyang, one of his regular customers. he’s expecting a quick transaction, not really in the mood for small talk.

“hey yangyang, everything’s here.” jaemin hands yangyang the bag.

“hey, thanks. really quick though, can i add on an eighth of strawberry cough if you have any?” yangyang asks.

“i might, you trying something new?” jaemin responds, interest piqued at the familiar strain.

“nah, picking up some for a friend,” yangyang responds. jaemin’s eyes narrow slightly.

yangyang usually gets the same few things in rotation every time, but he’s never once asked for strawberry cough. jaemin wouldn’t think anything of it usually, but he’s a little sensitive at the mention of your favorite.

“oh, do i know them? maybe a potential new customer?” jaemin tries to disguise his prying as a new opportunity for him as a plug, but he’s just hoping the bad feeling in his gut isn’t true.

“it’s for my friend ___, they asked me to pick some up. do you know them?” his heart drops at the mention of your name.

jaemin goes silent for a second.

“..gotcha, i think i’m actually out right now but i’ll let you know when i have some back in stock.” jaemin lies, knowing he has a couple bags left, but there’s a bitter feeling making his stomach turn.

yangyang shrugs and says he’ll let you know, and then he’s on his way.

shutting the door with a heavy sigh, he goes to lay on his couch, which he’s had in its full pulled out state since the first night you slept together.

he remembers your dazed, glossy eyes, soft lips, and the way you lean into him. he remembers the way you look when he’s got you pressed into his cushions.

he hasn’t heard your voice in so long, the sweet sound of your laugh. he misses you.

jaemin picks up his phone.

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when you get his call, you’re lying in bed already. it’s 7pm on a friday night, and you are spending it moping around instead of going out with your friends.

you miss jaemin, his apartment, his smile, the way he’d spoil you in so many ways, everything. you’d rather be laying on that couch right now, but you know you shouldn’t.

it’s just as you start to push jaemin out of your brain that your phone starts ringing with that familiar caller id. his picture pops up, a cute one you took of him in his bedroom after a smoke sesh awhile back.

caught off guard, you end up picking it up right away, and the voice you’ve missed so badly sends waves through the speakers.

“hi, angel, are you free this weekend?”

that nickname with his deep voice is already undoing any “cooling off” you’ve done in the time apart from him.

“i’m not sure yet, what’s up?“ your voice comes out clear despite your nerves.

“i know you’ve been busy, but i thought you might be running a little low on your stash, can i come by to drop some off?” he offers.

your first instinct is to make up an excuse because you honestly aren’t prepared to see him, but you feel like you’ve made enough excuses by now. you’ve missed the sound of his voice and hearing it over the phone is your breaking point.

as much as you’ve tried to push aside your growing feelings, it’s only fair to both you and him if you finally lay down your boundaries.

“actually jaem, if you’re still free tonight, can we finish that show?”

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even though he insisted on picking you up, you decide you need the 20 minute walk to jaemin’s to calm yourself. your head is full of so many “what if’s,” and in no time you find yourself in front of his building. you see a familiar head of dark hair standing outside.

“there you are, angel,” he says as soon as you are in his sight, and he brings you into a tight hug. you immediately relax into his hold, not realizing how much your body missed his familiar touch.

“i-“ you start, but he shushes you.

“it’s cold out here, let’s go upstairs.”

he takes you up to his apartment, and you’re happy to see it’s still as comfy as you remember. he’s got the heater on, and it feels good on your cold face. he seats you on his couch as he always has, rubbing your arms up and down to get rid of the last bit of outside chill.

“what have you been up to? it’s been so long since i’ve seen your face, baby.”

while it isn’t new for him to be this cuddly, it’s usually later into your nights together. you remind yourself your intention for tonight, and you decide you need to get this over with.

you separate yourself from him, putting some space between you.

“i’ve been okay, jaem. but i came because i really need to talk to you.” he waits for you to continue, anxiety growing at your somber expression.

“i don’t think i’ll be able to come around anymore.”

jaemin frowns deeply. “i mean, it’s already been a while since you were over, even if you’re busy i don’t mind waiting, it’s no pressure at all?”

“no, i don’t mean that. i just don’t think i can stay in this sort of relationship with you anymore.” you are dancing around what you want to say, but it’s just so hard to get it out.

his heart sinks.

“because there’s someone else around?” you jump at jaemin’s voice, which has lowered at your words.

“what?”

he runs his hand through his hair frustratedly. it’s the first time you’ve seen him this distressed.

“jaemin, where is that coming from??” he says nothing, and it seems like he’s also having a hard time figuring out what to say.

“look jaem, this isn’t on you or anyone else. i’m grateful for all you do for me, you’re a really good friend and i love the time we spend together.” you bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“but i feel like i’ve started to rely on you too much, to expect and want more. it’s a lot, too much even. i don’t want to get my hopes up about anything, so i need to back off a bit.”

“hopes up?” jaemin looks at you with an unreadable expression. “what do you mean by that?” his own hopes start to rise.

you look down at your hands, debating on what to say. but you owe him the truth, even if it changes things between the two of you. honesty and time could save the platonic bond, even if it severs any hope of a romantic one.

“i like you jaem, i like you a lot and i don’t think i can be just friends with you, at least for right now.”

the silence following your confession is deafening.

he calls your name gently, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“___, my angel.” he repeats.

he takes your hand gently in his, and your eyes move from your hands to see him smiling wider than you’ve ever seen.

he closes the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply. his warm soft lips fit perfectly with yours and you melt into him, your hands threading through his hair. he kisses you like a starved man, and he pulls you closer and tighter.

you’re breathless when he pulls away after a while, his lips red and starting to swell.

“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to hear that.” his eyes are piercing through you.

“i like you, too, and i don’t want to just be your friend. i’m sorry you had to say it first.” you want to cry hearing his confession, but instead wrap your arms around his neck and bring him back into a heated kiss.

you have to be dreaming. you’ve only thought about putting a stop to your feelings for jaemin for almost a month now, but the feeling of this man being in your arms knowing he feels the same way now is so surreal.

jaemin pushes you gently to rest on your back, his hand moving down as his lips stay glued to yours. he feels the same way. he likes you.

“angel, let me take care of you, please.” jaemin’s gaze holds so much intensity.

“i’m yours, jaemin.”

hearing that, he dives right back into your lips with a fervor even greater than earlier, his hands tugging at your pants and underwear to remove them.

he’s always been so intentional with his touches, always seeming to know the perfect way to touch you. your words, however, activate a desperation of wanting to feel more of you and it translates into his rushed, almost clumsy hands.

he cups your heat with one hand as the other sneaks under your shirt to knead at your chest.

you are getting wetter by the second, and jaemin pushes one finger into you. your lips leave his as you moan loudly at the intrusion, and his head moves down to meet his hand at your core.

“jaemin, wait.” he pauses.

“i want you to feel good, too.” jaemin chuckles.

“don’t mind me baby, there’s no greater pleasure for me than making you feel good.”

his words have you wanting to press his skillful mouth onto you as soon as possible, but you stop yourself. “let’s do it together then.”

his eyes almost bulge out of his head at the idea, and the idea goes straight to his cock. he can already feel himself pulsing with need.

“69?? you are too fucking good to me, angel.” and immediately he has you flipped over, with your heat hovering over his face and his cock in your hands.

he starts to lick at you, straining his neck up while you get to work taking him into your mouth. you get into a good rhythm, feeling his groans on your core.

you feel him smile as he harshly tugs your hips down onto his face. you gasp, trying go back into hovering. jaemin’s strong hold doesn’t let you move.

“don’t hover, sit on my face, please.” he goes in again on you, alternating between slurping loudly and swiping his tongue all over.

your legs give out at this and he lets out a deep groan at the feeling of you pressed into him. you give a hard suck on his tip and take him back into your mouth. the vibration from your moans has him seeing stars.

“oh my god,” he mumbles into your core. he separates himself from you for a moment.

“baby, baby stop, sit up, angel.” he pulls you off of him.

“that pretty mouth feels too good, gonna cum too soon,” he pants. “i’ve got you, just sit pretty and leave it to me okay?”

you want to keep going, but jaemin’s back at your entrance like a madman, pulling you to sit on him completely again. his tongue reaches deep into you. he’s moving your hips back and forth, and his chin digs into your bud.

the sudden onslaught of pleasure is too much, and he has you cumming on his face with a loud cry. he helps you ride through your orgasm and you detach yourself from him as he catches his breath.

when he rises, he moves to pull a box from under the couch, but you stop him.

“no, no, please just give it to me, i want to feel all of you.” he looks at you concerned.

“i’m on the pill and i haven’t slept with anyone else since we started fucking, so please just do it.”

his heart is absolutely swooning at your pleading for his dick and your revelation that you’ve been his since the beginning. he stations himself between your legs.

“you’ve got it, baby, you’re my only one, too.” with that, he inserts himself into you, his tip beginning that delicious stretch.

it’s been a while since you’ve fucked him, and jaemin takes his time inch by inch despite wanting nothing more than to ram into you in one go.

“you’re mine, angel, i like you so much and i want you all for myself.”

he groans as he bottoms out, letting you adjust to him, but he can feel himself throbbing inside of you.

“please move, jaemin, i need it so bad.” he’s more than happy to oblige, starting to speed up his thrusts gradually until he’s fully thrusting in and out.

he reaches so fully deep into you, and he pulls out all the way to his tip before snapping his hips into you again.

“you’re so perfect. my angel, my baby, my ___.” he’s whispering sugary sweet words into your ear, and that in combination with his thrusts make your head start to float as your eyes roll back. this feeling is better than any high weed could give you.

“jaemin, jaemin, jaemin,” your cries of his name only encourage him to go faster, hit deeper. his hand presses into your lower stomach, and his fingers rub circles into your bud.

“cum for me, you can do it, just let go.” and you do just that, your back arching off the couch. jaemin pulls out and immediately plunges his fingers back into you to ride out your orgasm.

at this point, his cock is leaking, desperate and throbbing with the need to cum, but he wants you in one more way tonight.

he flips you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and teasing your slit with the head of his cock. he plunges back in with a deep groan and begins fucking into you.

your head is clouded from your orgasms and the feeling of overstimulation, and you almost dont feel him reach for something. you hear the clicking of a lighter.

looking behind you, you see jaemin lighting a pipe, all while fucking into you still. he takes a deep inhale, holding it in before blowing it out away from you.

if you had this view on video, you’d be able to get off to it anytime, anywhere. you clench around him tightly as you see him blow out the smoke. your eyes are glued to him.

he notices your gaze. “do you want some, pretty baby?”

you nod hurriedly, turning your head back front as his thrusts push you up the couch. he takes another hit.

a strong hand reaches around to pull you so that your back is pressed against his front. he turns your face to him as he blows smoke into your open mouth. you clench even tighter, and he closes the distance and kisses you sloppily. the smoke is seeping out past both of your mouths, filling the room.

“you’re mine. i’m yours, only yours.” he growls into your ear.

he fucks into you, holding you around your mid section with both of you on your knees. he lets go to hold onto your hips and you slump back onto the couch, unable to hold yourself up. he speeds up, thrusts turning sloppier by the second.

“f-fuck, angel. i’m so close. let me fill you up, i’ll give it to you so good.”

you clench at the promises he’s moaning out loud and he gets closer and closer to his peak. his thrusts are all over the place, desperate to finish as you lock your ankles around his to start rocking your hips back onto his.

“could treat you ten times better than anyone else. no one else for me. you’re the only one i’d ever want or need, only you.”

his sugary words are spilling out and the feeling is all too much as his hips stutter, cumming inside you with a deep, strangled groan. you milk him dry as he empties himself into you, toppling over to lie next to you.

the two of you lie side by side, trying to catch your breath, and he pulls you close to him.

you are emotionally and physically exhausted, but jaemin gets up after a few minutes, coming back with a towel and hoodie.

he cleans you up and helps you to your feet to use the restroom.

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when you settle back into the couch after getting ready for bed, he puts on your show as you cuddle into his side. everything feels so familiar, yet so different without the feelings of uncertainty. you look up at him.

“when were you going to tell me you hated strawberries?” your question catches him off guard.

“who said that??” he chuckles nervously, but he knows he’s been caught and there’s no arguing.

“no seriously, you didn’t have to force yourself or buy that strawberry cough just for me.” you do feel a little bad that he was, even if it was his own free will.

he pauses.

“i just needed something to keep you coming back, aside from my pull out couch of course,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows. but his words hold truth.

“you should’ve known a month in that you didn’t need strawberry cough to keep me coming back,” you let out a little laugh at how cute he was being.

“imagine the betrayal i felt knowing that you were going to someone else for it though??”

you look at him confused. gears click in your brain when you remember the rose-haired friend you'd talked to earlier that day.

“oh, you know yangyang?” it makes sense given jaemin, shotaro, and yangyang share many mutual friends.

“yes i know the asshole. gonna monopolize it so you don’t ever cheat on me again.” he pouts.

“yes, yes, boyfriends get official exclusive plug rights,” you joke. “as long as you’re not smoking my strawberry cough with anyone else.”

“i won’t even sell it to anyone anymore, it’s reserved for my angel only. and boyfriend?” he smiles and kisses you gently. “i like the sound of that.”

after a few more kisses, you turn your attention back to the show, but jaemin pulls his pipe back out.

“does that mean we can smoke something not strawberry flavored tonight?” he asks, looking relieved.

you laugh and give him the OK, and he’s more than happy to pull out a whole array of different strains he’s been wanting to try with you. you sweat at the variety, but you know you have more than enough time to try them all now that you’re sure he’s yours, and you’re his.

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if you got this far, thank you so much for reading! this is my first full length fic and i hope to write more in the future <3 i hope u enjoyed! shares and feedback are appreciated -coco :)

#nct smut #nct dream smut #jaemin smut #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #jaemin x reader #stoner!nct #coco writes

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flynnriderishot · 3 months

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hi, I loved the last vinnie image. I was thinking what If it's the other way around and it's him who sometimes forgets to take care of himself. like he doesn't go to sleep even if he's exhausted or something like that. thank you ❤️‍🩹

without you (vinnie’s version) - v.h

a/n: hope this is okay! i’m glad you enjoyed the last one :)

vinnie groaned in annoyance as he tossed his towel to the ground.

“vincent.”

the sound of your sweet voice easily calmed his tense nature.

“are you alright?” you asked, trying not to get distracted by the car oil that covered his biceps, or the thin layer of sweat that coated his golden skin.

“i’m okay. what’s going on?”

“it’s almost ten.”

he furrowed his brows, “okay?”

“ten pm.” you elaborated, watching his brows raise in shock.

he mumbled to himself at how he managed to lose track of time while working on his car. he immediately began to apologize as he noticed the little pajamas you were currently wearing.

“it’s movie night, vin.”

“i know, babe, i’m so sorry.” he ran a hand over his face, his wife beater lifted up at the action, “i was working, adjusted the wrong part and got caught up in fixing it.”

he didn’t go into too much detail, knowing that the information would completely go over your head as the only thing you knew about cars was how you loved seeing the ones that looked like they came straight out of the Cars movie (author insert 😉).

“maybe you should take a break.” you suggested, “relax, shower, watch a movie with your favorite person, sleep, maybe cuddle with your favorite person—“

he scoffed out a laugh, shaking his head at your no so subtle hints.

“wake up tomorrow with a better attitude. and come back and fix your car. either way you need sleep, you look exhausted.”

you stepped up, running you thumbs over cheek bones.

he sighed softly, “you’re right.”

“when am i wrong?” you shrugged.

“almost never.” he agreed, “let me clean this up and i’ll come meet you, okay?”

you nodded, walking towards the exit of the garage, “don’t take too long.”

“i promise i won’t.” he called out, watching with a smile as you walked off.

he smiled to himself as he began to put things away, his mind focused on his favorite person waiting in their shared bed for him to hurry.

truthfully, if you hadn’t come out to get him, vinnie could have stayed up all night working on his car. while it would have gotten done, he knew he would’ve regretted the lack of sleep caused by pulling a possible all nighter.

thank god you were there to stop him before he could.

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you walked down the hall with a plate of alfredo in your hand, a dr pepper in your other.

usually, when your boyfriend was doing his streams, you chose to stay away from the room. you didn’t enjoy hearing him yell and scream at his game for whatever reason, it just wasn’t worth the headache in your eyes.

you opted for allowing him to have his fun with his fans and fellow gamers while you enjoyed the peace and quiet in another room.

in the end, it all worked out fine.

until you realized how dedicated he was to playing a game and completely neglecting himself and his needs in the process.

you knocked on the door before entering, already having an idea that your boyfriend most likely wouldn’t have heard you over his own screaming.

“vinnie.”

he immediately turned at the sound of your voice, “yes, ma’am?”

“you need to eat.” you spoke softly, yet your tone was still somehow stern as you stepped further into the room.

he watched you with soft eyes as you made your way over to him. his eyes trailed over your body, taking in your simple outfit before smiling gently once he noticed the plate of food in your hand.

“thank you, baby.”

“you’re welcome.” you nodded, standing behind his chair, leaning against the back of it as you watched his chat go crazy at your monthly appearance.

it wasn’t often that the fans got to see more than a small glimpse of you walking in the background when vinnie streamed.

it sucked, because the fans truly did adore you as a person. they also loved the small bits of coupes content they would get when you appeared on any of vinnie’s accounts.

while you did social media yourself, you didn’t post as often as you did when quarantine was still a thing.

you weren’t a fan of how drastically things changed once everyone decided they wanted to become social media stars.

you weren’t against people pursing the career that you and your boyfriend did, it was just how weird to you how things went from dancing and thirst trapping on tiktok to bullying and berating random people for views and attention.

instead of risking getting involved in anything, you chose to slowly stray away from the toxic world of social media.

so it was safe to say that you running your fingers through vinnie’s hair as his cheeks flushed red at the simple sight of you was the highlight of their day.

“yo, chat. i want you all to know that if it wasn’t for y/n, i’d be dead by now.”

although you knew he was joking, you couldn’t stop yourself from swatting at his shoulder playfully, “don’t joke like that.”

“i’m not joking, babe. your daily reminders are the reason i’m even still standing.”

“al-right.” you dragged out, a short chuckle following as you straightened up, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of his head before you started to walk away.

“text me when you’re finished so i can either get you more or just to grab your dish, yeah?”

“yeah.” he nodded, “i love you, baby.”

“i love you.”

he read over the chat, his happiness clear in his eyes as he took another bite out of his food. thinking about it, his mind went through all the times you’ve managed to pull him out of his ways.

he really didn’t know what he would’ve done without you.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie x reader #chris sturniolo x reader

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female-malice · 1 year

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AMELIA STRICKLER: Trans TikTok star Dylan Mulvaney's offensive parody makes a total mockery of female athletes like me

It Is so offensive, it reminds me of a routine by a chauvinist male comedian from the 1970s. Dylan Mulvaney, a TikTok influencer and performer, leaps around wearing Nike leggings and a sports bra. Their exaggerated movements seem to me to parody a woman’s exercise routine.

Mulvaney, a biological male who first openly identified as ‘transgender’ in March last year, has been signed by the world’s biggest sports company to promote women’s clothing. I am a GB shot putter who has won the British title twice and competed in the Commonwealth Games. I am a European finalist and world championship finalist.

I know how many years of training it takes, often at great personal cost, to reach the top levels of sport.

And I know what it is to be a woman.

In the video advert, Mulvaney frankly appears to be laughing in the face of female athletes like me – and any other woman or girl who wants to better themselves physically.

I’ve been a shot putter since I was ten. Life in professional athletics requires grit and determination. It doesn’t involve dancing around, grinning inanely.

It means getting up at the crack of dawn to train, keeping going when every muscle in your body is screaming at you to stop, forgoing time with friends and family and being utterly single-minded. And because so few female athletes attract sponsorship from giants like Nike, we often have to fit training and competing around other paid work.

For many years, I had two jobs to support my shot putting career. Recently I found a private sponsor through my athletics club Thames Valley Harriers, which enables me to keep competing.

But most female athletes don’t have that advantage. Women get 1 per cent of all sports sponsorship money – and yet to see Nike willing to shell out however many thousands it is to Mulvaney – who, remember, has not fully ‘transitioned’ to female – is utterly demoralising.

Nike likes to harp on about how it champions women: last year it announced an ‘Athletes Think Tank’ to help ‘serve today’s women athletes’, while a 2021 campaign praised mums for being ‘the toughest athletes’.

All well and good – but contrast these warm words with Nike’s actions towards the female athletes it actually sponsored. Women such as Olympic runner Alysia Montano were subject to ‘performance-based reductions’ – amounting to a 70 per cent pay cut – when they were unable to race due to being pregnant or having just given birth. In other words, penalised for being a woman.

Following a public outcry, Nike amended its policy to allow women 18 months off around pregnancy, but this latest publicity stunt reveals just how little the company really cares about women in sport.

It would be better to invest some of the money given to attention-seeking influencers such as Mulvaney to develop better sportswear for biological women.

In nearly a decade of competing at the top level, I have yet to find a decent sports bra: I have to wear two at once.

Modelling a bra on someone who has a male torso is an insult to those of us with female bodies.

At the track yesterday, many fellow female athletes were deeply upset by Nike’s apparent contempt for our sport. As one said – and I agree – ‘I’m glad Nike isn’t my sponsor.’

Women are still fighting for true equality in sport – we’ve made progress, but there’s a long way to go. We don’t need a big brand such as Nike to bring it down with crass campaigns. I agree with Sharron Davies – women should boycott Nike. If they refuse to support women in sport, then why should we support them?

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indieyuugure · 1 month

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This is the newest set of doodles made me happier than I have the right to be

Leo’s cardiac arrest in 2012 was always one of my favorite plot points, BUT THEY NEVER DID ANYTHING WITH IT!

So seeing you bring it back for your iteration, even if only small, has me all giddy and excited

Hee-hee! A fellow angst gremlin I see :]

YES OMG YES!! I literally couldn’t agree more, nothing frustrated me more than them being like “Oh yeah and then Leo died and was saved at the absolute last second, but we’re just gonna pretend that never happen.” Like, bro, BRO!! Such a waste and also kind of a weird moment.

I’m definitely gonna include this, though I’m actually do stuff with it! Glad you appreciated the detail!

#tmnt #q&a #the mutation situation

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cameronspecial · 2 months

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Let Me Have One More, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Kisses are the best way to show you love someone.

A/N: This is inspired by this post.

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The car creeps onto the driveway and the sound of the engine is cut off with the press of a button. Y/N slips out of Rafe’s car, entering the frat house as quietly as possible. It is rare the house is so serene at one in the morning, so she doesn't want to disrupt the peace. She pads upstairs to Rafe’s room. Her thumb punches in the code of his door and it creaks open. She spots Rafe asleep on the bed, which causes her eyebrows to rise. Sleeping while she is out of the house is not a common occurrence for him. He’ll often stay up until she comes home. She’s glad he is asleep though; she knows he has had a long day of exams. She pads over to his side of the bed and presses a kiss onto his slightly parted lips before straightening up to get ready for bed. A hand takes her wrist into its grasp. She turns to him to see his eyes squinting at her. “Let me have one more, Angel. Please,” he whispers. She smiles at him, “Of course.” She gives in to his requests and leans down to give him another kiss. She tries to pull away, but his hand goes to the back of her head to keep her in place.

Her giggles erupt against him, “I have to get changed. Then I’ll come back and we can cuddle.” “Hmm, cuddle and you can tell me about your day, Angel,” he agrees with a nod of her head. His voice is still low and it is a testament that his day has been exhausting to him. His eyes train on her, whilst she walks to his dresser to get one of his shirts and her granny underwear. She doesn’t leave the room as she strips herself of her jeans, white t-shirt and pink flannel. Her legs step into the underwear and she pulls the shirt over her head. Before lying down beside Rafe, she gives the orange tabby sleeping in her own bed a little scratch on the head. Rafe’s arms open up as she approaches and she snuggles into his hold. “How was girl’s night, Angel?” he asks her, giving her a kiss on the temple. Her head buries in his neck, “It was good. I didn’t really feel like drinking so I only had virgin drinks and Daisy went home with quite the handsome fellow. I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it at brunch tomorrow. How was your day?” “Hmm, that’s good. I like to hear what other guys actually think girls like. Mine was okay. My exams went well, I’m just tired after them,” he responds. Her lips find the skin of his neck, “I can see you were tired. You were asleep when I got home.” A response doesn’t come and she looks up to see his eyes have fluttered shut again. She lets out a small sigh, nuzzling against him to fall asleep too.

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marlynnofmany · 2 months

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The Good Perch

“You would think,” Captain Sunlight said drily, “That a spaceport organized enough to have a whole section for courier ships would have a more visible labeling system.”

“Yeah, really,” I agreed with a frown at the small sign marking our ship’s berth. The thing was barely ankle-height and a thin font. Not even a bright color; it hardly stood out from the pavement in its gray-and-black subtlety. With all the spacefarers parading past in a rainbow of body types and clothing styles, not to mention the equally wild spaceships everywhere, those signs were easy to miss. I asked the captain, “Have you been here before? Is this normal, or did the wrong person take charge of designing things?”

“It’s been a while,” said Captain Sunlight, crossing her scaly arms. “I don’t recall this being a problem before. But I suspect our wayward client is still wandering the walkways looking for us.”

“Normally I’d say our ship would stand out, but the visibility’s not great for that either.” Lemon-shaped spaceships with foldable solar sails were pretty uncommon. The one parked behind us would have been easy to spot from a distance if not for the larger ships looming close on either side. These berths were too close together.

Captain Sunlight pulled her phone out of a belt pouch. “Still says they’re on the way.”

“Maybe we need to scoot forward a bit?” I suggested. “Make the ship easier to see?” I stepped up to the walkway for a better look at the view from there.

This turned out to give someone else a better view of me.

“Hey, person who climbs things!” called a cheerful voice. “Come help me brace this.”

After a confused half-second, I located the speaker on top of the gray-brown ship next to ours. I realized with a start that this wasn’t the first time our ships had been parked side-by-side. “Hey, Acorn!” I called back. “Are you waiting for clients too?”

“We were,” the fellow courier called back, waving something that looked like a wrench. She herself still looked like a baboon crossed with a crocodile. “Now it’s time for errands and maintenance, and this needs fixing before we get back into space. Care to give me a hand? Everybody else is either busy or too much of a coward to get up this high.”

“Sure thing!” I said with a glance at Captain Sunlight, who was waving me on. “What’s the best way up?”

Acorn directed me to a row of handholds on the other side of the ship, which made for a nice easy climb. A pity her crewmates didn’t appreciate heights; the spaceport was a beautiful, chaotic sprawl of color from here. And the top of the ship was flat enough to feel plenty safe.

“Welcome to the good perch,” Acorn said, offering me a wrench. “It’s a very exclusive club. Can you hold this part in place so I can adjust that?”

“Absolutely,” I told her. “This end, right? Wait, got it.” I actually had no idea what this open panel was for, but I like to think I hid it well. The job was a simple one with two of us. I could see how it would have been awkward with just one, though. I wondered if she’d resorted to using her feet to hold things in place. I sure would have.

“Got it!” she said. “Now to close it all up. I knew that would be quick.”

I removed the wrench. “What’s the saying? More hands means less work?”

“Makes sense to me. Though by that logic, your friend there could get everything done by himself.”

I looked down to see that Mur had joined Captain Sunlight, in all his many-tentacled squidlike glory. “He probably could, actually. Though I don’t know how he is with heights.”

“Well, no need to share the good perch,” Acorn announced, snapping the panel shut. She spread her arms. “Look at this panorama!”

“It is a nice one! I was just thinking that. What kind of ship is that blobby green one over there? I haven’t seen it before.”

Acorn stood up for a better look. “I think it’s a Waterwill design?”

“That makes sense.” I got to my feet too, glad the ship we stood on wasn’t one of the shiny racer models. Those were much too slippery to make good sightseeing towers.

Not that Acorn seemed bothered either way. She probably would have found grippy shoes somewhere and run up the side just to prove she could. Her appreciation for climbing had been a nice change the first time I ran into her, and was no different now, given how much time I spent among alien crewmates who didn’t have tree-swinging monkeys in their family trees.

“That ship looks like it would make an excellent climbing structure,” she said, pointing at a pink model with grooves along the sides. “Pity it belongs to a security force who are likely to be uptight about such things.”

I laughed. “Isn’t that always the way of it? There’s a police station in my hometown with a roof that slopes down to meet a very climbable wall, and you have no idea how tempting it looked. Well. Maybe you know.”

She definitely understood, and we spent an enjoyable few minutes talking about which buildings and spaceships looked like the most fun to climb.

Then I spotted someone wandering from one berth marker to the next, looking both lost and a little nearsighted, and I had a suspicion that I’d found our missing client. This was a fellow human wearing the kind of drapey clothes that spoke of dignity and no little wealth. Her expression was exactly the kind I’d wear if I had to deal with those hard-to-read signs long enough to be late.

“Hey Captain!” I called down to Sunlight. “Is that her?” I pointed.

Captain Sunlight hurried forward with her phone out, matching the look of the person with an image there.

Yup. Called it.

Acorn chuckled while the pair of them exchanged greetings and complaints about the station layout. “Nice one. The wisdom of the heights strikes again. Do they need you down there now?”

“Probably,” I said. “Actually not yet, this package is a small one. Mur’s got it.” As I spoke, Mur pushed a hovercart forward with a box on it liberally covered in “fragile” stickers. It had a carrying handle on the top, which it had come with, and rubber bumpers on every corner, which Paint had added just to be safe. All precautions had been taken.

“Oh good,” Acorn said. “Then enjoy the view with me a little longer.” She bent to pull something from the toolbag’s side pocket. “Top-of-the-tree snack?”

“Are those the ones you’re named for?” I asked, remembering a conversation the last time I’d seen her. Translations being what they were, her name meant a similar nut from her homeworld. It had been an amusing conversation, since we were both named after things found in trees. She didn’t know what a robin was, but once I explained it, she claimed to have met a number of people back home with similar names.

“Yes, the salted version,” Acorn said, opening the bag. “I recall these were on the safe list for your species.”

“Safe and tasty,” I agreed. “Thank you.” I accepted a handful of alien acorns and marveled quietly at how universal salt was on snacks. Well, for some species. I don’t think Waterwills or Strongarms were that into overly salty food in general. Probably for slug-like reasons. Eggskin the medic would know. I should ask him later.

Acorn peered over the other side of the ship. “Ohh, Riverbrook’s wearing his goofy helmet. I owe him some acoustics since he played that loud music while I was working.” She crouched, peering down at a crewmate who had just emerged. With care, she selected a nut from the bag. “Think you can thwack him from here?” The grin she threw over her shoulder was full of teeth.

I joined her at the edge. “I like my odds.”

The crewmate was one of those people made of crystals instead of flesh. I forget the species name. Very interesting to look at, and unlikely to be hurt by a high velocity acorn no matter where it hit. The helmet was golden, shiny, and probably a fashion statement of some kind.

“First we throw, then we hide.”

“Got it.”

“One, two, throw!”

Ping! Ping!

“Ow, what was — Acorn, is this yours?!”

We both giggled in childlike glee, just out of sight.

“No thanks, you can have it!” Acorn called back.

“I’m going to put this in your fruit drink next mealtime.”

“Good luck with that!”

I nodded. “Ah, a prank war. A noble pursuit.”

“See, you get it.” Acorn offered me more nuts.

I took them and made myself more comfortable. “I don’t suppose you know what a rattlesnake is?”

“Nope.”

“Then let me tell you about the time I got Trrili — the big scary Mesmer on my ship — with a classic prank from Earth.”

“Oh, do tell!”

I didn’t have to get back to my ship for a few minutes yet, which left plenty of time for more anecdotes and snacks on the good perch.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

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j-u-u-z-o · 30 days

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“Wherever you will go; I will go.” (Atsumu Miya x F. Reader NSFW‼️ 18+)

AN: Hey guys! Here’s another atsumu fic that I came up with while I was on mid winter break in February! So, we all know that he’s a popular volleyball ball player and he travels a lot because of his career. So, why not make use of that fact? ❤️ As always, I can’t get enough of him. Plus, I was listening to “wherever you will go” by The Calling that motivated me to write this scenario 🙃

Synopsis: The MSBY team is on tour in Japan and their coach allows them to bring a guest with them for the first time so that they can get an immersive experience of the team’s volleyball career. Atsumu couldn’t pass up the opportunity to bring you along with him instead of Osamu. You’re his antidote — the love of his life! 💞

Link to the dress that reader wears in the story! (So cute) 💕

WARNING: NSFW, 18+, extremely cuddly fox boyfriend lol, he’s clingy af, he’s so in love, making out, foreplay, smut, squirting, GRAMMAR.

Please take your time and dive into the story, and I hope you enjoy reading! 😇💗

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21:39PM

“Make your first step faster next time!” A teammate said, sitting on the other side of the bus.

“Yeah! Cause’ if you get into a solid attacking position faster, ” The spiky grey haired teammate quickly got up from his seat. “Then the SETTER can make it easier for YOU to get a better set, you understand?” He said.

“Oooohhh” Hinata nodded quickly as he looked up at him.

“Well duh!” Atsumu randomly blurted out, sitting behind Hinata. “I’ve seen shortie on the big court making a BIG ass presence every time he jumps in the air — like a god damn a ninja CAT!” He added, resting his arms above Hinata’s headrest on the seat.

“Y-yeah! It gives us more options on attacking the opposing team too!” Hinata said, his eyes shining with pure joy in the dim lit vehicle. Bokuto, who sat next to the short man, hummed deeply as the rest of the team agreed and laughed together with their close friends. Atsumu grinned at the two men and patted the orange haired fellow’s head and turned his head back to you — to check on you.

“Be right back.” He announced, smiling at your small figure all the way in the back as he stood up from the seat. He patted Bokuto’s shoulder and walked in the narrow aisle to where you were sitting. The moving bus was filled with laughter and joy as the team were headed to their next tour spot in Tokyo. Fortunately, their coach had announced that they could bring their friends or relatives with them for the next couple of days. Atsumu couldn’t pass up on the opportunity. So, he brought his high school sweetheart. You.

You looked up and saw his figure when he got back to his original seat. You smiled softly at the blonde and took off your right earphone. “Hey there, beautiful.” He grinned, still standing in the aisle as he looked down at you wearing the beautiful dress he bought for the 5th anniversary of being together. An off shoulder ruffled dress. Revealing your beautiful collarbone and shoulders. He admired your beautiful body. “Come here you perv!” You giggled softly, patting on the empty seat next to you. “Don’t mind if I do~” he smirked and sat down next to you. “You’re so silly, Tsumu.” You spoke softly, still giggling at him. “Hm. M’ jus’ happy that ya get to come with me.” He puckered his lips for a kiss, playfully . “I’m glad you chose wisely.” You giggled and leaned foward to kiss him. He hummed when both lips met and smacked against each other, playfully. Soft and slowly. He could’ve brought his twin along but he didn’t want to miss the “perfect” opportunity to be with YOU for a few days. He chose wisely, indeed.

“Mmmm.” He broke the kiss and licked his bottom lip. “Whatcha watchin’?” He turned his head to the small screen in front of you. “Watching Howls Moving Castle.” You turned to look at the screen too. “Again?” He said sarcastically. You pouted. He chuckled at your expression. He knows that you watched the movie way too many times. Whether you watch it as his place or at your dorm, or on a road trip, he lost count. “Ya’ a hardcore ghibili fan.” He mumbled. Which earned him a light smack on his shoulder. “I’m Jus’ playin’ with ya~” He gave a throaty laugh and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. You looked up at him with another pout and puckered your lips. “Don’t stop. You’re too cute.” He kissed your forehead gently.

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22:01 PM

As the coach bus moved, the mixes of laughter and commotion still flowed in the air. “Yeah. We’re going to “Aman Tokyo” Hotel. a’ heard that it’s a very luxurious hotel. We’re gonna be stayin’ for a week or something….” You hummed as you rested your head on his shoulder and listened to him. He looked so excited about this trip that it made you feel warm inside. “Yeah….That means more US time.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Yeah. I know, babe.” You giggled, resting your hand on his thigh. He hummed again and continued talking about the team’s game schedule, practices and off days and more. You were intrigued by his excitement. And, you were so grateful to be there to spend it with him. “Oh! There’s also some places I wanna take ya’ too.” “Hm? “ Like what?” “ it’s a’surprise.” He whispered. “Tell me!” You whined at him playfully, listening to his chuckles. “Nu-uh!” He motioned his finger and tapped your cute scrunched nose.

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After a while, atsumu was quietly watching the movie with you. The other earphone was in his right ear and the other was in your left ear. He then ripped his eyes away from the small screen and looked out in the aisle. Most of his teammates were still chatting about previous matches they won and the others were sleeping in their seats — scattered around in the bus. Luckily for the two of you, it was very quiet in the back of the bus. With no one around. He leaned back and then looked down at you. Your eyes shined with interest as the movie played. “Babe.” He whispered, leaning down to get your attention. “Hm?” You turned to him and looking into his dark brown eyes. “Come here.” He tapped on his lap. You blinked at the man. “I wanna be closer to ya, baby.” He looked at your dowey eyes. You nodded and he smiled as he moved over to your seat. “Ow!” He jolted, moving the seat buckle away from his ass. You giggled as he made it to your seat and held on to your waist. He gently pulled you down to his lap and wrapped his arms around you. “That’s better.” He kissed your temple. You hummed softly, leaning back against his chest with your legs hooked over his own, feeling even more comfortable in his warm embrace. Safe in his arms, you noted.

A few minutes into the movie, he was getting bored. He brushed your inner thighs with feather light strokes with his fingertips, slowly. you squirmed. He smirked and did it again and you giggled in his hold. “Stooop~” you drawled lowly, trying to keep his hands away from your ticklish spots while you were trying to watch the movie. He chuckled. “Tsu-!” He began tickling your sides. “Ah!” You tried to hold your laughter, attempting to escape from his childish antics. He pulled you back to his chest and tickled you more. “Ts-mu-wah!” You squeaked in between your giggles. “Ya so ticklish~!” He looked at you lovingly and chuckled. “Oh my -ah!” Your head fell back on his shoulder while you were trying to evade his ticklish attacks. “ ah-I’m misSING the g-good parts!” You squeaked again, your cheeks were aching from your relentless laughter. “Hm? Can’ hear ya~!” He nuzzled his face in your neck and kept going. Your giggles and failed attempts to stop him from being so childish were just so cute. Your muffled laughters are music to his ears; it warms his heart. “Stoooppp~!” You giggled, “Tehee!” You squeaked when he peppered your neck with kisses as he tickled your tummy. You’re the cutest person in his world. “Say please!” He teased, chuckling while he increases his pace tickling you. “I’m gonna p-pee~!” You whined, your eyes were getting watery with your sweet giggles. Your boyfriend is so sweet but you might actually pee on him if he doesn’t stop. He stops and rests his face in your neck while you breathed heavily. “You’re too much, Tsumu.” You sniffed, feeling putty in his lap as you looked out the window, lazily. “‘S my middle name, baby.” You chuckled and rewarded him with a few gentle head scratches on his undercut.

“ ’m so lucky ta’ have ya’ in my life.” He mumbled in your neck. You turned your head to look at him and he lifts up his head too. You smiled softly at him and he did the same before leaned forward to kiss you. Your lips happily wrapped around his. Both lips smacking in tandem, lovingly. “Me too.” You whispered softly, giving a few more gentle scratches on the back of his head before kissing him again. Deeply and slowly. The kisses were so distracting that you were missing some good parts in the movie. His tongue circled around yours and he kissed you passionately. “Mmm.” Atsumu’s hand slid up to your breast and kneaded it. “Mm.” You moaned in the heated kisses, his hand massaging the flesh gently in his warm palm. You broke the kiss and looked down at his ministrations. He brought the other hand up and did the same to your other breast and looked at you. Your cheeks felt warm as he did. A satisfied sigh left your lips when he squished them together and his fingers brushed your covered nipples softly; earning a moan from you. “Here?” He used his middle fingers to brush them slowly. “Mm.” You hummed, relishing the soft strokes on your nipples. He stroked them lovingly as he started leaving soft kisses on your cheek. “Unh.” You moaned softly, the feathery strokes were making you squirm in his lap.

Your head fell back on his left shoulder and his lips trailed down to your neck. You looked at the reflection of the two of you in the dim lit vehicle. You oversee the way his fingers strokes your covered nipples slowly and his head slowly moving in tandem with his lips attached to your soft skin. You closed your eyes to relish the pure pleasure that you were feeling in his embrace. Soon after, he pulled down the top of ruffled dress slowly. You felt the fabric brush your skin as he did; even your nipples until he let it rest under your plump breasts. Your breath hitched when he slowly worked his hands to your breasts and cupped them. They were so hot yet so soft on your skin that you twitched. “Unh.” You breathed out, His dark brown orbs stared at your beautiful globes as he kneaded them gently. “Tsumu.” You whispered to him as he massages them together. “Hm?” He said, his eyes not ripping away from your soft plump breasts. His eyes flickered to your hands as it rested above his own. “Ya okay?” He mumbled, his fingers caressing around your breasts feathery but not close to your nipples. Your breath stammered as he did and he smirked. “Wanna watch another movie?” He whispered close to your ear. You whimpered when he started circling your nipples dangerously slow. “Ah.” You sighed, the feathery sensations felt so good that your pussy started throbbing. They were getting harder every second as he did. He chuckled. “Is that a ye-“

Suddenly quick footsteps were coming down the aisle and he quickly pulled the top of your dress up. You quickly sat up and looked closely at the screen — Hiding your flushed face and tapping on anything on the screen to look like you were busy looking for another movie to watch. his hands remained on your waist and sucked his teeth in annoyance, while he watched what you were doing. A teammate was looking for something in his gym bag which was two rows away from the two of you. Atsumu pretended to be interested in whatever you were clicking on the screen, in annoyance. “Oh!” Atsumu ripped his eyes away from the screen and looked up at the man who shouted, “I got them!” He raised his arm. Atsumu raised an eyebrow and noticed something in his hand. A pack of UNO cards.

Really? Atsumu looked at him with a blank expression — as he held the deck of cards up.

He ran back to the front of the bus to sit with the rest of the group. “Can’ they go ta’ sleep early like kids do? Pas’ midnight.” He grumbled. “You’re one to talk, Tsumu.” Yo rolled your eyes. Your cheeks were still hot too. He smirked at you and bit his bottom lip. He chuckled. “I know, baby.” He pulled you back to his chest and another movie started playing.

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1:01AM

As the bus drove in the empty highway, The commotions from the other teammates had lessened. Most of them were sleeping in their seats and a few were watching a movie with their earphones on. And you? You were watching another ghibli movie, of course. Whereas atsumu was scrolling through TikTok.

Thump!

Your body shifted from the sudden bump that he gasped from the feeling he felt from your ass. He wrapped an arm around your form and pulled your form closer to his. Your back close to his chest, he started leaving soft kisses on your neck. Slowly and steadily. It made you feel warm inside. You brought your hand up and rested it on the back of his head — to keep him there. He’s so clingy, you noted as you watched the movie. Eventually, he broke away and looked up — Checking to see if his teammates were still quiet or asleep. He grinned as if the “coast was clear” as he looked down the rows of the bus’s headrests. You noticed that he had not continued his cuddles with you and you looked up at him. “What’s wrong?” You said softly, checking to see if he was okay. He looked down at you and smiled. “Let’s get comfy.” He whispered and kissed your temple. You hummed in agreement and he pushed the seat back. He leaned back and pulled you close to his chest and spreads his legs more comfortably. He wrapped an arm around you and rested his free hand on your right thigh underneath your dress. “I feel like a koala.” You giggled, you looked up at him and rubbed the other hand that was resting on your tummy. He snorted. “My baby koala, in fact.” He chuckled softly and kissed your soft lips. “Mmm.” You hummed and turned back to the screen.

After a while, you started to stretch your back. You sat up and pressed your ass on his member. Atsumu slid his hand and digged his fingers into your side at the sensation. His right hand moved up to your inner thigh and caressed your warm skin. You paid no mind to it. He’s clingy, after all. However, he rolled his hips up to your ass and you whimpered. He did it again and you shivered when he slid his hand up to your panties and applied some brushed his finger against your covered pussy. “Mm.” You mewled, twitching at the feathery sensation. He then slid his finger up and down the fabric slowly; brushing it with soft strokes as you watched the film. The digit felt so good on your clothed pussy that you grounded your hips; applying pressure on his covered cock, earning a guttural moan from him. “Mm. Tsumu...” You called softly, relishing the smooth sensation of his fingertip circling your pussy against the fabric. He knows. “Hm?” He said, circling your clit softly. You turned to look at him and he leaned over to kiss your lips. Slowly, his soft lips enveloped yours and smacked against it, passionately. He cupped your pussy in the midst of the deep kisses and then brushed your clit with his middle finger with enough pressure. You moaned in the middle of the kisses and arched your back; relishing the gentle strokes on your clit. Atsumu moaned as he had already felt the imprint of your clit against his fingertip. You squirmed in his arm as he did. Circling your clit, dangerously slow and then sliding it down to your cunt. Teasing it with feather light strokes. “Mmrh!” You quivered, kissing him deeply at the sensation.

As the movie illuminated your faces and his fingertips circling your clothed pussy lovingly, your soft moans echoed in his ears while you circled your hips against the crafty digit for more friction than you were already receiving. Rewarding him with the same amount of friction his clothed member was getting. Atsumu kissed you deeply with his eyes shut as he did his task. “Mmmm.” You wrapped your arm around the back of his neck while you started bucking your hips up against his fingers a bit quickly. Soon after, he rubbed your clit quickly and followed. Humping his fingers feverishly to your release. “U-unh!” You whispered breathlessly, twitching as you rolled your hips against the digits to cool off your throbbing pussy. “Mmmm.” He moaned, rubbing it enough pressure to aid you, while hip lips enveloped. You broke away from the kiss to breathe. Your pussy was still pulsating with excitement. Begging for more of that familiar feeling it knows too well. Atsumu nuzzled his face in your neck and kissed it softly, as you did. Still gently brushing your pussy against the wet patch of your panties. Slipping against his calloused fingers, easily. “You’re so wet, baby.” He mumbled in your neck, feeling your arousal on his fingertips. “Oh…wow.” You breathed heavily, gripping his MSBY jacket while you were still cooling off.

He pulled your panties to the side and dipped his finger in between your folds. He slid it up and down and pulled it out. “Wow.” He raised his hand to see it glistening in the air. You watched him rub it between his finger and thumb. The thin line of your arousal stretching before you in the dim lit bus. You blushed and tucked your lips in as he did. “Let’s get this off.” You shyly lifted up yourself up as he puts his hands on the waistline of your panties and pulled it down. You pulled your left leg out from one of the holes and he lets the other rest on your ankle. He pulled you back to his chest gently and pushed your legs back. You shivered. Feeling too exposed when you felt his hands slide down and in between to your inner thighs. “Mm.” You whimpered, shyly looking at his fingers brush your puffy slick lips. “Look at that.” He whispered, looking at his fingers glistening as he rubbed your pussy. You choked on your breath whenever it brushed your throbbing clit. “Ahh.” You sighed, shutting your eyes in response to his fingers flicking your clit, softly. “Relax baby.” He whispered, moving your head back to rest on his shoulder as he brushed your pussy slowly, up and down. Stroking the fires in the pit of your stomach as you it pulsates. You whined. Feeling another wave of relief coming. “Just like that baby.” He whispered, rubbing it slowly. “Relax and let it out.” His eyes followed his fingers circling your sensitive clit and the other hand teasing your cunt with feather light caresses. “Uuunnh.” You drawled lowly, looking out the window, relishing the slow motions of his digits stroking your throbbing pussy. “Mmmm. You’re doing so good, baby.” He whispered. “Yeah…you look so pretty like that.” His passionate whispers of encouragement and praises fluttered all over your body. Making you throb with each brush of his fingers. Like soft feathers brushing against your skin and down to your clit. “Ugh.” your legs started trembling. you were feeling a rush of pure relief flow through your body. “U-ungh.” You hiccuped, your body starting to tense up. Soon after, you squirted. “Ahhh” he breathed out close to your ear, praising you for being a such a good girl. Slow yet gentle spurts of fluid came out while he continued brushing your clit very softly. “Ooo.”He hissed. You were choking on your breath as he did — spurting out some more in gentle squirts. “Good girl.” He whispered close to your ear, grinning at you lovingly. He lowered his head and kissed your neck while he still circled your throbbing clit once more; rewarding you before cupping your pussy.

“Mrm.” You hiccuped, twitching as he kissed your neck slowly, whispering how good you did. Atsumu really enjoys pleasing you with his love for you; making melt in his arms. “Look at me.” He said, brushing your thighs slowly. You turned to him. Your dowey eyes looking into his lustrous dark brown eyes in murky lit bus. “I wanna feel ya…more.” He whispered close to your lips before he started nibbling it softly. You lips were like a magnet to his. You both started Licking each other’s lips softly and then kissing it softly. He broke away from you and waited for your answer. You looked up at him. All you could hear was the white noise between you two. Nothing but the sounds of the bus still moving in the empty highway and the light commotions of the other teammates in the front still playing another game of cards in the front row. You nodded slowly and kissed him softly. “Thank you, baby.” He whispered and went back to kissing you. He pulled his sweat pants down along with his boxers just a bit as both lips smacked each other, passionately.

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“Put them in here baby.” He pointed at the cup holders. One that was on your right the other one was next to you. He’s quite innovative, you thought. Quietly, you rested the heels of your feet in each of them. He pulled the top of your dress down and brushed your nipples against his soft calloused fingers. A gratified sigh left your lips and he grinned. He dipped his fingers in his mouth and brought them down to your nipples and began rubbing them against your perky nipples. Another sighed left your lips as he circled them softly. He dipped a finger in your mouth and you sucked it gently. “Ahh.” He sighed, his cock throbbed in his pants. You sucked it gently and swiped your tongue around the digit. “Yeah.” He watched you, mesmerized. “Like that, baby.” He whispered before pulling it out and rubbing it on your nipples. You felt his cock twitching underneath your ass.

He then rests his hands on your waist. You lifted your self a bit and aligned his cock to your entrance. Anchoring you, his fingers digged into your skin as you began sinking on his length slowly. “Ah-ahhh.” He choked on his breath, quivering at the sensation of your soft warm walls welcoming him. He dropped his head back on the headrest as you did until you were fully seated.

“Oh fuck.” He’s already in heaven.

You shyly looked down at his hands on your waist. “Come here~.” He whispered, pulling you back to his chest, chuckling at your shyness. “It’s just us.” He added, spreading his legs further apart. Your legs mimicked the motion and clenched around the length. “Ugh.” His eyes widened at the sudden sensation. “I didn’ even move yet baby, hehe.” He chuckled, teasing you. You giggled softly. “Relax baby.” He whispered, pushing your head back on his shoulder. He slid his hand down to your clit and rested it there as he began rolling his hips up, slowly.

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You were bouncing on his cock as he thrusted into your cunt feverishly in the moving bus. Your breast bounced around in tandem from his controlled thrusts. Your whimpers and choked breathes never go amiss in the midst of his cock stroking your plush walls. He stopped at random times to help you catch your breath and quickly went back to fucking you restlessly. “Ugh-uuunh.” He moaned, hissing at the sensation of your tight cunt stroking his length. “Ah-unh.” He choked up moans made you clench his cock lovingly. You don’t see it but he’s in pure bliss. His eyes shut and his mouth ajar; his shaken pants was the only thing that made you wetter. “Mmmm.” He bit his bottom lip and slowed down. Relishing the deep long strokes entering your tight cunt. You feel so warm and soft around his cock as he did. “Ooo. Fuck yeah.” He took his time to stroke your walls his cock knows all too well. You rolled your hips up whenever he thrusts deeply in your heat. Like ocean waves pulling him in — never failing to rub your g-spot. “Awh. Yeah.” He whispered, rubbing his fingers on your puffy clit, your warm arousal glazing his length.

He rolled his hips up in tandem with good measure. “Fuck.” He groaned, flicking your clit as his other hand digs into your side. You gasped at the sensation and pulsated. “Unh yeah.” He hissed, the wet skin slapping sounds rang between you two. Each stroke rewarded you with a soft brush on your clit. “Mrrm.” You moaned, rolling your hips around at the sensation. Atsumu brought his other hand up to gropeyour breast as he thrusted deeply in your sobbing cunt. “You feel so good, baby.” He praised you breathlessly, kneading your breast the same way you’re hugging his cock. It all felt too good. You turned your head to him and his lips met yours. He kissed you deeply in the midst of the deep controlled thrusts. “Mmmm.” His big soft hands caressed your breasts and gently tugged your nipples.

One particular thrust made you whimper and clench his length tightly. He deepened the kiss and began fucking your cunt feverishly. Your thighs jiggling above his, your breasts bouncing in his hands made you flutter. Making you even more wetter as he thrusts in your sobbing tight hole. “Mmmm.” You whimpered in the kiss, he slid his hands down to your thighs and brushed it, making your shiver as the filthy wet slapping sounds echoed from you two. You choked on your breath when he kept hitting that perfect spot. “O-oh.” You stammered, your pussy was pulsating at the sensation. You arched your back and his strokes were making you flutter so much at the new angle — slamming into you easily. “Unh.” You sighed softly, the tip kept poking your g- spot relentlessly. “Uuuunh.” He drawled, feeling your walls trembling around him lovingly. He then gripped your hips with an iron grip to pull you down — keeping you there. He thrusted uncontrollably into your sobbing heat. His pants quickened as he did; trying to control himself from your tight cunt as he’s aware of his surroundings. “Mrm!” You whimpered, feeling your release coming sooner than you think. You raised your feet from the cup holders — your panty dangling from your ankle in the air. He wrapped his arms around legs from underneath and pushed youthem back. You squeaked at the new angle. “Ts-s-mu!” You stammered lowly, feeling your release coming closer as he bucked into your throbbing core. He hissed in your ear and tightened his grip around your legs. You grabbed the armrests to hold on for dear life. The squelching sounds grew louder as he slams in your sobbing cunt.

“Ah..fuck!” He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, your cunt was squeezing him crazily. You spreads your legs further apart and you looked down. It’s coming. You know you’re about to fall apart in sec—

You hips pushed up and sudden fierce rush of pure relief flows through your body. Quick spurts of your fluids shoots out and you kept twitching as more came out. “Ungh!” You moaned heavily, heeding the sloppy sounds as he thrusts quickly in your cunt. “Agh..agh.” He groaned heavily, relishing the vice grip around his cock as he pushed deeply in your soaked cunt. He started squirming uncontrollably. “Ugh!” He grunted, his hips gyrating as he starts cumming. “Tsu!” You whispered, your body rocking crazily from his ministrations, getting overstimulated. One…two…three hard thrusts and he froze. “Ah!” You squeaked, you twitched up and you squirted again.

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You both breathed heavily. Trying to cool off from the intense sex. You felt his chest heaving on your back. Your eyes were so watery that you kept blinking.

After a while, you finally sat up. You noticed a few wet patches on the back of the seat in front of you — as the light from the screen illuminated your faces. You then looked down in between a noticed small puddle of your fluids on the floor. “Come’re.” Atsumu pulled you back to his chest. “Don’ worry, I’ll clean it up.” He muttered next to your ear, caressing your tummy underneath your dress. He noticed your legs were still in the air. “Put your legs down, baby.” He smiled faintly, giving a throaty chuckle. “They’ll see us.” He said purpose. You turned back and glared at him. Your eyes pointing daggers at him. He read your mind. “We c’n watch another movie. If ya want.” He shrugged, smirking like a fox. You still glared at him.

“I love you~” He whispered, squeezing your sides playfully. hoping that you’d forgive him. You still didn’t give in. He leaned over to kiss your cheek to cheer you up. “What~?”He knows you loved it; still not wiping that smirk off his face.

“I’m booking my own room once we get to the hotel.” You stated, hiding the fact that you did. But you didn’t imagine it to be in a public space. His face immediately turned to a sad puppy face. “Wha-“ he gasped. “nOoo~” he whined, looking into your eyes for forgiveness.

He hugged you tightly. You sighed.

He’s so damn clingy.

“Let go of me! I-I need to pee!” You said, as he whined in your neck. “But you did, though. ” he stopped and looked up at you questionably.

“T-that’s different!” You pouted, your cheeks started feeling hot. You pulled the top of your dress up, got up and pulled your dress down.

“Don’t forget your panties, babe. They’ll see.” He smirked, looking down at the pink material around your ankle as you got out of your “seat“. “Shut up Tsumu!” You blushed and opened the restroom door. “G-go clean up!” You whispered before shutting the door in front of him.

He grinned cheekily as took out his dirty sweat towel and started wiping the floor.

“Too late to change rooms now, baby.”

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juuuulez · 8 months

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📰 | part two: capulet.

info: Carl Grimes x Saviour!Reader, female reader, father-figure Negan, enemies to lovers, forbidden romance, no use of (y/n) because immersion.

summary: During your first visit to Alexandria, when Carl misfires a gun, you’re instructed to “babysit” him. This does not go very well.

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I’m glad everyone liked the first part!! This one is definitely more juicy. Kids being kids. Writing the next part now, let me know if you have any particular requests!

Also (finally) titled!! Drawing heavily on Romeo and Juliet, except… more spiteful at the beginning.

A few days later, and you’re back.

The town of Alexandria is actually quite nice, when you aren’t being cooped up in a cell.

Your fellow Saviours seem to think so too, exploring the place, taking supplies they deem useful for the Sanctuary. After all, there’s mouths to feed, therefore you’ve stopped feeling bad for all these communities you bleed dry.

Well, you felt a little bad last night.

The lineup was rough, it always is. You hadn’t seen the brunt of it, instead sitting safe in the RV where Negan had all but interrogated you regarding your time locked up; coming from a place of concern for your well-being. But you stepped out just as dawn was beginning to hit, and saw the aftermath.

It was just for a few seconds, to retrieve a weapon from Dwight, but you felt a twinge of guilt as Negan taunted that poor boy.

At least he wasn’t wearing the stupid hat anymore.

Whatever, it didn’t matter. At least that’s what you told yourself. Guilt had no place in the apocalypse, especially not for the Saviours, a group of well earned apex predators in this bleak world.

That’s how you saw it.

You oversee the work of your people whilst Negan is talking with Rick. Everybody respects you.. or maybe everybody is scared of you. Scared of your father. Either way, it works.

You’re comfortable as a leader. Somebody who can give orders without hesitation. At the start, there was resistance. Who wanted to be ordered around by a teenage girl? But eventually everything fell into place, and people realised that you were a central part to this operation.

Then the sound of a gunshot rings through the air, putting everybody on edge. Weapons suddenly unholstered, dropping whatever menial task they were completing.

You command them to stand down with a wave of the hand, going to investigate yourself.

Fortunately enough, the situation has already been handled.

Or mostly handled.

“Just who I wanted to see.” Negan says with his usual prowess, however it’s dimmed by an underlying irritation. He brings you further into the room with a gloved hand on your shoulder.

He positions you there like a prize, something valuable. Or maybe a dangerous weapon. A constant show of ‘look at what’s mine, look at what she can do.’ You quite like that.

“Now, it appears that young Grimes is too trigger-happy for his own good,” Negan continues, to which you finally notice Carl standing in the middle of the room, “So why don’t you babysit him for me, darling?”

The boy is practically seething. That same expression you’d seen at the lineup, pure anger and rebellion.

You could feel yourself beginning to smile.

“Of course,” You agree, a grin spreading across your lips, “I’d appreciate a tour, to see if anything here interests me.”

There’s no reply. Carl glares at you, then shoots a pleading look at his father, but to no avail. Rick nods his head in the direction of the door, and you feel like you’ve just won the lottery. This was going to be good.

Now, you didn’t enjoy toying with peoples emotions, per-say. But getting them all riled up sure was fun.

And a teenage boy? This was like a gift from above.

Grown men grew tired of your commanding nature, they’d get violent, speak out of line. It was a dangerous game, one that you loved. Like a cat and mouse, or Icarus flying too close to the sun.

A teenage boy was much more in your ballpark.

“You play sports?” You ask Carl, who is walking a few paces behind you, begrudgingly following despite the fact he was meant to be showing you around. But you didn’t mind.

He doesn’t answer.

You turn to face him, shooting him a backwards glare of what the hell is your problem. “What, you took a vow of silence, or something?” It’s snarky, immature, prodding the bear.

But it works.

“No, I don’t play sports.” Carl answers reluctantly, his tone flat and unamused. It’s becoming more and more evident that when you’re in power like this, in control, you can be a nightmare.

You don’t bother to suppress your grin of satisfaction, turning back away from him, “Yeah, didn’t think so, stringbean. Bet I’ve got more muscle mass than you.”

This must do something, as suddenly Carl has closed the few paces between you, and is blocking your path from continuing. He’s in your face, closer than comfortable, but you love it.

“What the hell’s your problem?” He asks, clearly angry at your snide little comments. That righteous attitude is back. “You can’t come in here, and tell everybody what to do. We’re gonna fight back, and when we do, you’ll be sorry.”

You give him a firm shove, letting Carl stumble a few feet back, “Yeah, how’d that go for you back there, huh? Aim much?”

It’s a low blow, you know that, which is why it feels so goddamn good.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt him.

“Didn’t shoot me at the satellite station, either. I’m starting to think you’re more harmless than you’re letting on.”

“I’m not exactly in the interest of murdering children,” Carl retorts angrily, “What are you, twelve?”

“I’m seventeen!” You yell back at him, walking swiftly past the boy, but making sure to harshly bump your shoulders together. “Now show me your armoury. You’ve got something of mine.”

You’re walking too quickly for Carl to shoot back a comment, and he needs to awkwardly skip in order to catch up. This time he takes a few strides forward, making the effort to walk just fast enough to stay in front of you.

He wants to be in charge.

Luckily, you love to be petty.

As the pair of you reach the armoury, you swiftly side-step Carl, entering the room first, much to his dismay. You’re eyes are scanning the shelves, rows and rows of guns and weaponry, with one thing in mind. The bat.

“Too bad we’re confiscating all your guns, this is quite the collection,” You comment, finding a supply sheet to glance over, “Good job on that one, by the way. Aren’t you helpful?”

Carl essentially ignores your sarcasm, speaking from the other side of the room, “Looking for something?”

You turn, a momentary flash of confusion on your face, until you realise that he’s got it. The metal bat clutched in one hand, held up tauntingly. When you take a step forward to retrieve it, he only takes a step back.

“That’s not funny.” You say, a sense of agitation in your tone, that dominant and teasing persona gone in an instant.

It only causes Carl to grin, taking pleasure in this momentary inch of power he’s gained.

“You even know how to play baseball?” He asks, switching the bat into his dominant hand, pretending to slowly swing it.

“I do, actually,” You snap, reaching out to finally grasp the metal bat, taking it from his grip unceremoniously, “Wanna see? I can use your skull as the ball.”

This works to shut him up, judging by how Carl’s eyes narrow into a glare, but he doesn’t dare to say anything. You take this as a victory, once again knocking shoulders as you leave the small space, not bothering to shut the door behind you.

You’re not even a few meters down the street before there are footsteps again, Carl still following you, despite wanting otherwise. It makes that malicious grin to return.

“Aren’t you obedient?” You quip, not even bothering to look back at him as you speak, as if he isn’t worth the time. It’s a power trip, one you’re addicted to, one Carl is unknowingly feeding into. Or, maybe he does know, but can’t do anything about it.

Carl scoffs, “Coming from you. Do you always do everything Negan tells you to?”

It’s smart, getting you to roll your eyes in displeasure, that metal bat swinging by your side as you walk. “It’s called being a good soldier, like you would understand.”

“Yeah? Soldier, or pet?” He continues, and you can basically hear the grin in his voice.

The fuck does he know?

You finally spin around, grip tightening ever so slightly on the bat. Control is slowly slipping through your fingers, this stupid back and forth game beginning to get on your nerves, despite being the instigator.

“You wanna talk about pet?” You spit, closing in on his personal space, “Rick tells you to murder twenty people, and you do it? That’s called being a little bitch, okay, daddy’s boy?”

This works, as Carl’s face twists into a look of anger, his fists clenching at his sides.

But you continue, “This stupid group has had this coming for a long time. There’s no such thing as being the good guys, you’re just another bunch of stupid pricks, who need to be put in their place.”

It snaps something inside of Carl, because suddenly he’s giving you a harsh shove, where you stumble a few feet backwards. You mirror his childish temper, throwing your body at him with equal force, where the two of you awkwardly wrestle in the middle of the street.

You attempt to gain leverage, steeling your feet into the ground, bending your knees. Then, out of nowhere, you’re raising your arm with the bat, ready to try and dislocate his shoulder, or something. Anything. Just to show that you aren’t weak.

But before you can swing, there’s resistance, and you snap out of this little squabble to realise that somebody else is holding your bat.

“The hell are you doin’, girl?”

Negan swiftly lifts the bat from your grip, holding it at an arms length. You let go of Carl, whipping around to glare at the older man.

“He’s being a total jagoff!” You shout, twisting to see a similar look of discontent on Carl’s face, like he’s itching to leap back into your little fight.

It’s no use, because then Negan is holding your shoulder, giving you a gentle push in the opposite direction, “Truck, now. We’re making our departure.”

And you listen, despite everything telling you to continue. To prove yourself, maintain that power.

To make matters worse, Carl has taken this experience as some sort of mental victory, yelling out from the footpath, “Daddy’s girl!”

You can only turn, angrily giving him the finger as you storm off towards the gates, but it acts as fuel to the fire. Getting sick of that stupid expression, you turn back away, footsteps quickening in an attempt to seperate yourself from the ever so slightly humiliating experience.

Next time you’ll get him.

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londonharrington · 2 years

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i think he knows | eddie munson x fem!reader

Y/N likes Eddie. Eddie likes Y/N. Dustin doesn’t like what is happening.

notes: based on a request. henderson!reader. eddie being a cutie. dustin being annoying. part 2: paper rings

i want you, bless my soul, and i ain't gotta tell him, i think he knows

It was 7:00 pm. Y/N leaned on her car door as she waited for Dustin and Mike to come out of their Hellfire session. She thought that they’re running late again.

To be honest, the main reason why Y/N continues to volunteer to pick Dustin and his friends up at this time of night was because of Eddie Munson.

Eddie freaking Munson. Where does she begin? Despite all of the mean and spiteful things being said to him, all Y/N can see was the nice things about him. His beautiful brown eyes, unruly long hair that seems to be all over the place, his contagious laugh, and his disregard for society’s norms, which made him one hundred times more attractive to Y/N.

Suddenly, she heard loud laughing near the doors. She looked up and saw Dustin, Mike, Eddie, along with their fellow clubmates getting out of the campus premises, nudging one another whilst walking.

“Hey, Y/N! You’ve been here a while?” Dustin shouted, running up to his sister.

“No, I’ve been here for five minutes only, Dusty,” she replied, messing up his hair in the process.

“Dusty, huh?” somebody suddenly chided. Y/N was about to reply when she saw it was Eddie. Suddenly, she forgot how to speak and she started sweating profusely.

Little did she know, Eddie was feeling the same exact thing. He was sweating really hard and was trying to keep his cool in front of Y/N.

He liked her ever since they were in middle school, when Y/N chased around some of Eddie’s bullies with a baseball bat for saying stupid shit about Eddie. From then on he was hooked on her.

Eddie always struggled to be calm and keep his chill around Y/N. Always wanting to just hug her and repeatedly kiss her all over her beautiful face. But of course he needed to restraint himself. So he had to settle in longing glances and shy little smiled in passing.

Things got better in Eddie’s favor when Dustin joined Hellfire. Eddie finally had a wingman to help him with Y/N. But Dustin ultimately refused. Said that she’s way out of his league or some type of bullshit just to keep him away from Y/N.

“Can we go to dinner now?” Dustin suddenly asked, not paying attention to Eddie.

“Sure. Mike, you’re coming with us, right?” Y/N asked as Mike nodded. “How about you Eddie? Do you want to join us?”

Y/N did not know where this newfound confidence of asking him to dinner came from but she glad it suddenly came.

Eddie’s eyes widened as he also nodded his head repeatedly, making Y/N laugh as Dustin just sighed.

“I call shotgun!” Eddie suddenly shouted as he pushed Dustin to the side, leaving the boy confused and making Y/N laugh even more. Dustin flipped Eddie the bird as he got into the backseat along with Mike.

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“And he got nightmares for the entire week after watching The Shining!” Y/N exclaimed as Eddie and Mike laughed while Dustin just grumbled.

The four of them were done with dinner and the topic of conversation the four of them had was Dustin.

Dustin and Mike continued walking as Eddie stopped Y/N, “Hey, we should do this again sometime. You know, just the two of us,”

“Asking me on a date, Eddie?”

“Yeah! I mean I’ve liked you since middle school. I even asked Dustin to set me up with you! I mean he said no,” he said laughing.

“That piece of shit. He knows I like you too. Wonder why he didn’t say anything,” Y/N said, grabbing a pen from her pocket as she grabbed Eddie’s hand, writing her number, “But I agree, we should do this again some time. Call me so we can plan this, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, feeling all flustered.

Dustin looked at the window and saw the two talking. He shouted for the two to get in the car since he need to use the bathroom. The two rushed back as Dustin shook his head with a little smile on his face.

With any luck, Eddie will become Dustin’s brother-in-law. He just needs to wait.

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jazjelspen · 11 months

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leaving on wild charted waters [pt.4]

(what if our mc got tired of Night Raven College and all it's inhabitants?)

(what if our beloved mc has...(voluntarily) been helping with decorating for the ball that will be happening in the next few days!?)

(just a “filler” chapter but it's just pure fluff and our mc having a great time with their new RSA friends + fleshing out some RSA students that I may use in future chapters/will get back to angst but as many of you know: our mc needs to be happy!

p.s Neige is actually a nice person in this series, he just doesn’t mean to come off as fake. I just wanted to write a nice version of the character for this!)

(fluff/splash of angst but it's very short)

the ball: part 1

you couldn't be more relaxed. you are currently chilling with your new friends and Rielle on the same shore you stepped your shoes in on your first day here. you all decided that after a long day of studies, activities, and fun ballroom decorating that it'd be a great idea to just relax beside the waters with everyone having each of their favorite snacks and drinks.

you and your friends were quiet since all you could all do was take in the refreshing sea air and the feeling of the breeze kissing your faces, the sound of the water sloshing and splashing also added to the calm ambience of the scene, and of course it wouldn't be complete without the screech of a seagull or the cute chirps of birds. I just can't forget to mention the same beautiful sunset that came upon your first day here also appearing in this exact moment, it really did always take your breath away. 'god, nothing could beat this view' you thought.

you noted how this time when you volunteered to help out with ballroom decorating, that no one actually ever left you on your own or ditched you. everyone did their part, some mishaps here and there, but it wasn't anything none of you could fix. you actually felt as if the work was much less with everyone actively doing their job and not slacking off or disappearing when they have the chance... these guys actually sticked by you and didn't let you down in the slightest. it was as if a splash of the freshest water just hit your face and took off a lot of stains that you had from NRC.

you all reveled in the moment until someone finally spoke up, "today was no joke." your friend, Alex Underlan, spoke in an exasperating tone as he laid with his arms and legs spread as if he's about to make a snow angel in the sand. "it felt as if this day would never end."

the next to speak was Neige Leblanc "we did take awhile to set up the decorations for the ball. thankfully we managed to finish just in time before the setting sun left!" he spoke with a smile as he looked up to see his little blue bird friends sitting comfortably on his hat. "we have to admit we did do a pretty good job on the decorating."

Chenya, an acquaintance from NRC and now very good friends with in RSA, stretched his limbs out in the sand with a loud yawn "beats me, I'm just glad that the hard part is over and we can now nap like kittens!~..."

"I agree with Neige though, we did do a pretty great job with decorating! along with the help of our fellow animal friends too it made the whole thing a bit more hectic yet fun." Rielle chirped in "I do have to admit-- Raps and _____ did an amazing job painting the ceiling and walls for the occasion! it's like those really detailed murals from waaay back then!"

Raps then replied with a bit of a sheepish smile "aww thanks Red, but obviously I wouldn't have been able to get it done in time with my favorite assistant _____ here!--" Raps shook your shoulder gently with the entire group chuckling with each other.

"hey! I'm your only assistant!" you replied with a light giggle "Raps I seriously have no idea how you're not afraid of falling from such a height-- you have immense trust in your hair." you paused " but then again i was hanging onto your hair while painting-- so I actually can tell why you have immense trust in your hair." you all just fell into a fit of laughter together in harmony at the hilarious memory of you freaking out a bit while clinging onto your friend's hair over how high you were to then feeling confident and relaxed while painting the ballroom walls and ceiling with Raps.

after you all calmed down the excitement for the ball started rising in your chest once again "honestly... i'm so excited for the ball. mostly because it's the one ball where I most likely won't have to deal with any people that have underlying personal issues that I have to deal with." you let out an almost happy sigh.

Chenya snickered, knowing well what that referenced to "nahh, no overblots here. don't remember there ever being one since I first came to this rabbit hole." he then closed his eyes as to take a light cat nap.

"me either!" chirped in Neige "but no need to fret or fear, in case an issue does come up we won't ask you to have to take care of it for us. with what you've told us you have seemed to have gone through so much already--" he spoke this next part more lowly " I should've... noticed it back when the VDC event was happening..." Neige sulked a bit but then gave you a small smile "I'm just glad you still came all this way to give RSA a chance _____!.."

"thanks Neige, that's actually... very kind of you to say." you smiled back as one of Neige's little blue birds landed on one of your knees and chirped a small song for you.. how cute and charming. "actually back then at the VDC event I honestly thought you were probably hiding under some super cute and friendly facade but turns out that it's really just you being naturally kind and well... friendly!" almost everyone either choked on their drinks or giggled, basically all collectively agreeing that everyone else thought that too in the beginning of meeting Neige at some point.

Neige paused a bit and looked at you with wide eyes and a genuinely confused smile, processing what you just said as he let out a very confused "huh?--"

"Raps Belleflowe!"

a loud interrupting and snarly voice boomed from behind the group of six, so loud it caused the little birds that rested on you and Neige to fly away! you all simultaneously turned to look at the tall and dark figure with voluminous black curls awaiting for one of you.

Raps sighed in immense disappointment as he packed up any snacks he had out back in his satchel, now looking all gloomy. "well- I'll see you guys tomorrow!.."

Chenya then turned to look his long haired friend with an almost disappointed look too "leaving so soon blondie? not staying over to grab some full grub with us?"

Raps shook his head "ahh...not today guys! maybe next time--" he was about to walk out before he quickly faced the group who all groaned in disappointment together " hey how about to make up for it I treat you all to lunch at school!" everyone still seemed disappointed yet each still gave Raps a thumbs up at his idea.

you all watched him scurry to his father who seemed to be less than pleased, almost scolding him before they both walked seemingly back to the dorms.

"I don't like Raps's dad... always gave me the heebie jeebies, keeps Raps from us outside of school-related stuff, and always gives me low scores on my biochem tests!..." Alex grumbled as he looked up at the sky.

"he is an intimidating individual.. but he seems to be very attentive to Raps and always seems to help him with all the countless hobbies he has!.." Neige tried to seem a bit positive, but he does agree with Alex on the first two things.

"a bit too attentive, I know a helicopter dad when I see one." Rielle huffed before he yawned. "well let's get a meal before we all head our separate ways and sleep like sleeping beauty."

Chenya and Alex both seemed to agree very much with this idea with how quickly they both to stood up in a weirdly comedic way.

you chuckled at this "guess we don't have to tell you two twice."

Alex laughed at your comment "you really don't!"

while the other three got up Neige gently tapped on your shoulder before you got up as well. "hey _____! if you don't mind-- could we take a photo together for my Magicam? I've posted photos with everyone except you, and I wouldn't want to leave you out!" he gave you these puppy dog eyes as he asked, you couldn't help but chuckle at this and nod.

"of course Neige, I'd love to be in your Magicam." you spoke before a bright smile grew on his face and you both set up a pose together in front of his phone's camera.

"1...2..!" and right when he was about to say three he clicked on the camera button and now he has a memory of you two! he looked over the photo "look at us! we look great!"

you nodded in agreement, genuienly impressed with how good you two looked "huh!.. we really do don't we!"

you both giggled together before a loud and sharp 'ahem!' interrupted you both. both pairs of eyes looked up to see all three of your standing friends waiting for you.

Chenya groaned "let's get going slow pokes! Im starting to mistake Alex's stomach growls to that of a lion's roar." the cat tittered before Alex gasped and punched him on the arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him.

"no they do not! fleabag.." Alex sneered.

"awwe! that hurt, blondie #2..." whined the cat.

the rest of you three lightly laughed at the scene before you as Neige and yourself got up together. once the two wrapped up their play fight you all as a group started walking to the nearest shop for a quick meal.

guess you didn't realize that with Neige posting the picture of you two later on in the day that it'd rise hell onto the campus of Night Raven College-- unbeknownst to all of you.

(really short compared to other parts but next chapter will be when the actual ball will happen and all the silly funzies stuff too. as mentioned once again this chapter and the next are basically just fluff and "filler" and to flesh out most of mc's new friends +adding sprinkles and splashes of angst here and there to at least keep it interesting!)

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