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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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omg i need to see “mutual friends alerting the other about something they definitely deserve to know” and “anxiously waiting for them to come home so that they could give them a piece of their mind” please!! i love your angst it’s soul crushingly delicious 🫶

whew i got carried away, but this is a fave out the gate

It started as a dare, a shitty, drunken, jokeable dare.

“I dare you….” Flash hiccups then burps in his hand, he chuckles and throws it at MJ who gags, “I dare you… Y/N…. to kiss Parker.”

You made eye contact with Peter, it was a dumb dare, you were new to the group of friends, but even you could play into the game. You shrug like, ‘what’s the big deal?’ Peter acts the same, he’s not in highschool anymore, he wasn’t scared to kiss girls.

“Okay, let’s go Peter.” You stand to wave him over to the closet, Flash stops you with a buzz sound. “Nope, right here where we can all see.” You look at him oddly, “that’s weird but okay.”

You and Peter are friends, he’s cute sure but you weren’t hungry for his attention, you just thought he was kind and funny, and quiet, but somehow full of charm so when he spoke you made sure to listen. But it’s not like you had a crush on him or anything.

Peter stood in front of you, you stepped closer and pulled his neck towards you.

“Pucker up, parker.”

And… holy shit.

The kiss was like fireworks, a feeling like you’ve never had before. It made your entire body buzz like when you whack your funny bone against a doorframe. Neither of you could pull away, both experiencing what true blissfulness was made of, forgetting the dare you lost yourself into Peter.

Until the group laughs, it makes you feel like this was a set up.

“Not bad, Parker.” You’re breathless.

“Not so bad yourself,” he is too.

You shrug, “a dares a dare, right?”

“Anything to please the peanut gallery,” Flash chugs his cup while Ned counts down.

Something in both your eyes told each other it wouldn’t be the last time.

Safe to say, it was no one's question how you’ve found yourself in Peter Parker’s bed for the hundredth time.

Friends with benefits sucks, give someone the girlfriend benefits, she’ll think she’s the girlfriend. It really, really hurt to find out you weren’t, no matter how aware you were the reality check hit you hard.

“Uh, I don’t…. Look, you and Peter are hooking up right?”

You could deny it, but that would be dumb. The friend group knows it, you both won’t confirm or deny, but when you hook up with someone who’s roommate is in the friend group, people are gonna know.

“Something like that.”

MJ sniffed, “but, you’re not serious right, like you’re not secretly dating or anything?”

You don’t like that she’s asking questions, MJ was one of those ‘the less I know the better’ people, so her asking gave you an edge, there was a reason for the interrogation.

You narrow your eyes, did Peter put her up to this? Does he want to know if you want more, or maybe he’s trying to see if you caught feelings.

“Who’s asking, did Peter put you up to this?”

MJ looks sad when you say that, a small frown pulls at the corner of her lip. “No, nothing like that. I just want to make sure you guys aren’t a thing.”

Why was she acting so odd, this was an one eighty from her normal self.

“What’s with the interrogation, trying to get a job with the FB-”

“Peter’s hooking up with another girl.”

MJ’s voice was rushed, like she had to say it right then or it would be taken to the grave. She gasps for air, like the admission choked her. Your ears ring, head feels hot and fuzzy, your chest clenches, you think you’re going to puke.

MJ repeats your name, you can’t stop reciting her words.

She snaps, you blink. “Oh.”

It shouldn’t hurt like this. It was friendly, it was not supposed to be serious. But then the line between friends with benefits and dating started to blur more and more and suddenly you were only reminded you weren’t dating when you were around your friends. But there was trust, it was supposed to be about trust, and part of that was not hooking up with anyone else. The rules were if either one started to hook up with other people it would stop, but he broke the rules.

You never took Peter Parker to be a rule breaker.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure if it was serious between you guys but when I saw him kiss her I-”

You held up a hand, you didn’t want to hear the rest of it. It didn’t matter, he broke a promise, and so did you. No one was supposed to get hurt, and yet here you are ready to break down the second you’re able to get alone.

“Fuck.” you whisper the words, nothing else comes to mind. You just wanted to disappear, everything was numb and you wanted to go back in time three months ago and just take a shot instead of participating in Flash’s dumb dare.

“MJ, I’m sorry but I have to go, I think I have to break up with Peter.”

Her shoulders slump, “do you want a hug? She’s not even a fan of physical affection but you look desperate to be comforted, you wave her off, you tell her if she touches you you’ll cry. She apologizes, she hates that she had to be the one to tell you.

You tell her it’s fine. You say it enough to yourself you start to believe the lie, all you have to do is erase Peter from your place, then he can leave your mind. So, the moment you enter your own apartment, you pick up every piece of his and stow it in a box.

Clothes, games, books, a toothbrush, a watch, even his spare phone charger. Nothing of his was to stay, to solidify the importance of this decision, to prove that you were serious you stripped your sheets and made a trip to the laundry room before sending a text to Peter.

“Come pick up your shit.”

He answered with a question mark, you didn’t even give him the satisfaction of seeing a read receipt.

You felt ballsy, and you even had the fire in you for a minute. But the idea of seeing Peter any minute, and having to confront him, look in his baby brown eyes and pull the plug aches you. It hurt to know that if he had begged and asked for a do over there would be a large chunk of you that would dare say yes, anything to keep him.

But he broke the rules.

Without rules it’s only chaos and destruction, you didn’t need that with him.

You imagine how you’ll do it.

Throw the box at him, tell him it’s over and make him leave? No, you’ll have to see him again.

Tell him he’s a lying piece of shit that broke your heart? No, you’ll have to see him again.

Ask him why he’d do this with you knowing you’d catch feelings? No, you’ll have to see him again.

Yell at him? Curse his name, tell him he’s a monster, that he broke the most important rule? No, you’ll have to see him again.

Tell him you loved him, and you thought he did too?

No, you’ll have to see him again.

It all ends the same, you’ll have to see him again knowing what you had and what he did. Or, you just leave the friend group, it would suck not having friends but you could make new ones, ones you didn’t sleep with no matter how cute, or how good kissing them feels, no matter if they promise they won’t hurt you like the others did.

You washed down the imagery with a glass of wine, nothing felt right and you had no reason to be anxious. You pour another half glass, swig most down, then head to the building’s basement to put your sheets in the dryer.

Nothing feels as right as Peter, you hate that he’s making you do this.

You felt your stomach knot up when there was a knock on the door, you knew it was Peter. Your roommate was at her girlfriend’s and had a key, you only invited Peter over for the night, you wonder if it might be MJ but she would never show up unannounced.

He knocks again, you finish the second glass of wine.

Peter’s face lights up when you swing the door open, his eyebrows rise and so does his grin.

“Hi, baby.” He’s cheerful, dressed in gray sweatpants and a hoodie, his white and blue Nikes poked out the bottoms. He looked adorable and you hated it, you were supposed to hate him, not hug him.

You pointed at his box of things on the coffee table.

“I packed your shit up.”

Peter stepped through the door, looked at you then the box, then you, then the box. Finally, “why?”

“So it’s easier to carry out, silly.”

You wish your sheets were done, your hands need something to do, they’re starting to shake.

Peter shakes his head like he’s trying to wash the response from his head, “why would I need to carry my stuff out?”

This wasn’t a scenario you dreamed up, just being blunt.

“Because I’m breaking up with you.”

Peter’s face twitches, you raise a finger to continue.

“Correction, I’m ending things. To break up we’d have to date, you just fucked me.”

Talk about blindsided. Peter thinks he’s been shot, puts a hand on his chest and slumped in the chair next to the table with his things. He’s checking to see if his heart is still there, it feels like it dissipated the second the words left your lips.

His head falls into his hand, he rubs at his jaw.

“I…” He didn’t know where to go with that.

I thought we had something?

I thought this meant more than that?

I thought I loved you, and you did too?

Instead he sighs, he can’t make you change your mind.

“Okay. Um, okay. Sure.” He slaps his thighs then rubs at them, he doesn’t want to leave, it will feel real.

Finally he looks towards you, “why?” Peter’s voice cracked, he was distraught, if you weren’t so upset yourself you’d want to console him.

You round the corner, you look at his things tucked in the box. Small things, but held memory. The first shirt you slipped on after he came to yours, the toothbrush you made space for on your counter, a comic book he had read you, his wristwatch. It was bulky and digital, you found it on your desk while he was in the shower, you strapped it on but it still loosely dangled, you ran into the bathroom to rip the curtain back, you remember shoving your arm in his face.

“Look at me, I’m go go gadget.”

You didn’t realize you had it in your hand until the watch face blinked at you, that’s when you noticed you were crying.

You were supposed to be tough, he wasn’t supposed to see you cry. You were supposed to hold it together and show that you didn’t need him.

But you weren’t tough, and you were crying, and the one person who could make the hurt go away was the same one that caused it.

“You broke the rule,” your words wavered, you tried to say it strongly.

Peter’s mind is racing, what rule, what rule, what rule?

“MJ told me you hooked up with someone else.”

Confusion fell over his face, if you didn’t trust MJ as much as you did you might question if she made the whole thing up.

“No, I didn’t… I didn’t break the rule.” Peter’s head shakes slowly, he’s trying to piece together the information, he didn’t hook up with anyone else, he swears on it.

You sniffle and wipe at a stray tear, Peter looks at you sad, you know he wants to hold you tight.

“MJ said you were kissing someone else.”

He’s still searching in his mind, you can tell. The new information races through his memory, he’s searching for a kiss, then it clicks, he knows what MJ’s talking about.

“Oh!” He jumps up, he can save this.

“I know what she’s talking about. Yes, MJ is not lying, I did kiss another girl.”

Your face drops, it felt like a suckerpunch when he admitted it. Peter sees the hurt cross over your face, he reaches out for your arms but you shy away, he hates that you won't let him touch you.

“Peter, I don’t… this meant something to me, something really big, and I thought it did for you too.”

Peter doesn’t like how this is going, he can save this, he knows it.

“It did! It does! Just, hear me out, please?”

You don’t say anything but your glance at his face is taken for a go ahead.

“It was at the Bjorn party, I went with MJ and I swear it all makes sense cause she was giving me the stink eye the whole ride home and I had no idea why. But there was this girl there and I swear to you on everything I just walked by and she grabbed me.”

You scoff, “real believable, peter. Next you’re going to say you had no control over it and she threw herself on you?”

Peter winced, “kinda, but not really. She was quick with it, I did pull back but she pulled me back in and I could just see she was… I don’t know, terrified. She looked absolutely petrified and I just knew she needed someone she could trust and I gave her a second to explain. Her ex-boyfriend was at the party and he’d been stalking her and she couldn’t find her friends and she said she was with her new boyfriend but she didn’t have one and he’d been following her around to prove she didn’t have a boyfriend,”

He was just rambling and confusing you now, “where is this going, peter?”

Peter sighed, this time when he reached for your hand you let him grab it.

“She asked if I would kiss her to get her ex off her back, that’s it. MJ must’ve seen me at the right time, but I promise that was it.”

You looked him up and down, he seemed sincere.

“I didn’t even get her name, we didn’t make out either. It was just a peck that lasted like ten seconds, and I would’ve told you, I swear. If I had ever done anything with anyone at any point during this I would’ve told you, but I forgot about it. It was like a favor, and I just didn’t think about it like that.”

“How did you kiss her?”

Peter’s eyebrows turn in, “I just told-”

“No, show me.”

He looks surprised but he won’t ask questions, actually he will ask one.

“Do you want me to replay the exact scene or just the kiss?”

Your eyes sparkled, “if you’re offering a theatrical rendition I won’t say no.”

He looks behind him and pulls you over to the wall, he spins you so your back is against the wall.

“Okay, so I’m gonna walk past you and you need to pull me in by my shirt, got it?”

You bite back a laugh and nod, he returns a grin and jogs backwards. He gets into character and clears his throat, then begins to walk by. You do as he says and reach out, you pull the pocket of his hoodie and tug him into you, on instinct his hand hits the back of the wall and he looks shocked, he pulls himself away.

“Pull me back in, closer this time.” He spoke from the corner of his mouth, you follow instruction. His hips brush against yours, he tries to move away but you improv and hold him to you. “Now start rambling off about your creep ex boyfriend and you want me to kiss you.”

If he wants damsel in distress you’ll give it to him.

The back of your hand comes up to rest against your forehead as you swoon, “oh, mr handsome hero man, please help me, my ex boyfriend, you see, he’s been watching me and i’m all alone and scared and I need a big strong man to bravely kiss me so he’ll leave me alone, are you up to the task my knight in shining armor?”

Peter nods along with your words, “that’s exactly how it happened.”

“And being the man up to the task, I spun her like this,” he pulled at your hip so your right side was pushed against the wall, “so he could get a view, and I kissed her like this,” his hand came up to cup your jaw, but there was no softness. His thumb didn’t brush over your cheek like it normally did, he didn’t brush your hair back or look in your eyes and smile softly, like every moment before kissing you was just a lead up until he could. He just grabbed your face and pulled you in a little, mostly he was leaning to meet you, and placed his mouth against yours.

No flow or movement, just a holding kiss against your top lip. At the last second he pulled and gave you a little movement, nothing more than a few seconds. At max, a ten second kiss. And it lacked everything Peter normally gave you, it was disappointing to say the least. Frustrating and pathetic at most.

Peter could read on your face you absolutely hated that, he understands, it was a shit kiss. But it also wasn’t you he was kissing, so he gave nothing, and he’s showing you exactly how it happened.

“I pulled away first, by the way. And-”

“Peter, I’m gonna need you to kiss me for real, I need to wash that down with something good.”

He hummed, “sure thing, honey.” It was a real kiss, a Peter kiss, the one where he pulls you in delicately, he looks over your face and smiles, his thumb wiped under your eye catching a fallen eyelash. He captures your bottom lip, and breathes into you, you follow his mouth with each movement. He won’t pull away first, he’s already on thin ice, he thinks that for the next week absolutely anything you want will be granted.

When you broke off and his eyes opened you couldn’t help the blush that took over. There’s that love, you say to yourself. You need to hear the rest of the story.

“You may now continue the tale my noble knight,” you bow to him.

“It worked, when we turned around he was gone. She thanked me and then told me she hoped my girlfriend wouldn’t mind me helping her out.”

You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest, a hip cocked out. “Girlfriend?”

Peter laughed, he held a hand over his chest. “I swear to god, she said the only way I would kiss her like that was because I had a girl, she said she could tell and that's why she could trust me. She said something about girl code and helping sisters out but I wasn’t a sister, so that part confused me.”

At last you reached out to hug him, “your girlfriend isn’t mad and she’s glad you helped a sister in need. She also will put your things back where they were.”

Peter’s arms wrap around you just as tight, “did you just become my girlfriend?”

You nod against his chest, your cheek squished against his chest, “yeah,” you dragged out.

Peter squeezed you, like he’s won a golden ticket he mumbles against the crown of your head, “sweet.”

You shove him back in panic, an alarm bell in your head.

“Oh shit! My sheets!”

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hellfireclubmember · 2 years

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Pretty Girl II

a/n: okay, I am so sorry this took so long. I'm afraid this might not be as good as the first part but the more I look at and make changes the more I hate it so I decided I should just post it.

warnings: again none tbh, maybe like slow burn? nervous touches and pining. fluff. OH and maybe some spelling mistakes, I told my friend to proof read it for me but that mf can barely read, I don’t trust him

word count: 1.6k

summary: Dustin wouldn't shut up about the sub he got to fill in for Lucas and now that Steve has seen her, he understands why.

!!read part one here!! !!read part three here!!

You stood at the entrance of Steve Harington’s house. You were inside Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington’s car and now you were in his house. This has to be the weirdest day of your life. Your eyes roamed around the white walls of the lavish home. There were framed pictures of Steve littered around. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you tried to look at each one of them. There were baby photos, pictures of him in middle school and some of him playing basketball at Hawkins High. You were so distracted admiring the photos you didn’t notice that both Dustin and Robin were already making their way deeper into the home.

Steve however was distracted by you, watching the way the corners of your lips curved upward into that pretty smile he loved to see and the cute glint in your eyes as you looked around his house. You didn’t look real to him, every time he looked at you his stomach felt like he was on some sort of carnival ride. Steve couldn’t believe you both spent three years in high school together without him really noticing you and now you seemed to be the only thing he could notice.

“(y/n)?” His voice was soft, trying his best not to spook you. A dumb grin spread on his face when you made eye contact with him. “Wanna help me get the snacks?” Steve pat himself on the back in his head for figuring out a way to spend some time with you without the peanut gallery.

The second you nodded your head he started walking toward the kitchen, stopping every few steps to make sure you were following him.

“You have a really nice house.” You finally worked up the courage to speak.

“Thank you, I like it too.” God dammit Steve, be cool man.

You tried to bite back a smile, watching him run his hand through his perfectly coifed hair.

“Alright, I’ll grab the bowls.” Steve said as you both walked through the entrance of the kitchen. “The chips and candy are in the pantry, grab ‘em for me?”

The command was phrased more like a question and you thought about how you would do anything he said, immediately scolding yourself for being wrapped around his finger after just a few nice words. “Yes, sir.”

Steve felt his hands get a little sweaty, he couldn’t believe he’s fought demogorgons and demodogs, and all it took for him to get clammy hands and a dry mouth was a pretty girl. He hastily put the bowls down, trying his best to not let them slip from his grip. He had to wipe the palms of his hands on his jeans like some middle schooler who was talking to his crush for the first time.

He cleared his throat. “You know, Dustin wouldn’t shut up about you after that DND game.” He watched you fill your arms with all the snacks and put them on the counter with a little huff. Your focus on him now.

“Really?”

“Yeah, almost strangled him to keep him quiet.” He chuckled, grabbing a bag of chips and filling one of the glass bowls. “But now I get it.” He looked up at you right on time to watch you freeze, starting to fiddle with your fingers. He had a smug look on his face, relieved to see he had some effect on you.

“I hope he was saying nice things.” You grabbed another bag in an attempt to keep your hands busy but you struggled to actually open it.

“The nicest, said you were the coolest chick around.” He popped a chip in his mouth and leaned forward on the kitchen island to get a better look at you. “He called you pretty too but I don’t think he did you any justice.”

As the last words came out of his mouth, the chip bag in your hand popped open and ripped. The salty snack flying into the air, some of them landing in your hair, most landing on the floor. You felt as if time had stopped. You couldn’t believe you had just done that.

“Oh, Steve I’m so sorry!” You got on your knees to start cleaning the mess you had made. Steve quickly kneeling in front of you, putting his hand on top of yours to get you to stop.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He looked you in the eyes. “I can just sweep this up.” Steve smiled and dusted the chips off the top of your head, chuckling to himself.

Your shoulders slumped over in embarrassment. “I hope Dustin never said anything about me being graceful.”

“What do you mean? I think you have loads of grace.” He was smiling at you with so much affection he could almost hear Robin making fun of him.

Even so, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you; you were magnetic. You made him feel all giddy and he missed feeling this way.

“You make me so nervous.” You whispered. Steve watched you look down at your hands with a small frown on your face. He so badly wanted to lean forward and kiss the frown lines off your forehead.

“If it makes you feel any better, you make me nervous too.”

“I make Steve Harrington nervous?”

“More like you make Steve Harrington crazy.”

You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face. You were really hoping that if this was a dream no one would pinch you because you really didn’t want to wake up.

Both of you too wrapped up in looking at each other, neither of you noticing Dustin walking into the kitchen. When he looked around his eyebrow furrowed in confusion. Seeing you both on the floor, surrounded by a bunch of potato chips.

“What the hell happened in here?” The moment was broken by Dustin’s voice. Steve rolled his eyes; he was going to hurt the little idiot later for sure. “Robin sent me in here to tell you both to speed it up with the food, but I see you guys are too busy looking into each other’s eyes.” A knowing smirk on his arrogant little face.

“Whatever, man. We’ll be there in five.” Steve answered. The younger boy walking back out into the living room whilst you and Steve got up from the floor.

“Where’s the broom?” You asked. “I’ll clean this up.”

“Don’t worry about it, pretty girl. I’ll do it.” Steve said, walking towards a closet. “You should take the snacks to the monsters in the living room before they start breaking things.” He called out over his shoulder.

You did as you were told, grabbing the food in both hands and making your way to where Robin and Dustin had been waiting. You could hear Dustin talking as you got closer. “… they were just on the floor… oh hey (y/n).” The boy looked up at you like he had been caught.

Robin grabbed a bowl out of your hand. “Nice of you to stop flirting with Steve long enough to bring us food.” Robin joked with a mouthful of Doritos.

“Shut up, Buckley.” In walked Steve. He sat down next to Dustin, making the only seat available the one at the corner of the brown leather couch, right next to him. He looked up at you with a grin fixed on his face, watching you nervously sway as he pats the seat next to him. You felt like every time he smiled at you your heart beat a little stronger in your chest. You hesitated before taking your seat, trying your best to keep your breathing even.

“Alright, someone play the damn movie.” Steve spoke as he put his legs on the wooden coffee table in front of the couch.

You were so tense, your body rigid as you felt your shoulder touch Steve’s. The butterflies in your stomach were no longer fluttering, they were on having a rave. When the movie started playing it finally gave you a chance to pay attention to something other than the warmth radiating off Steve’s body.

Twenty minutes in and the movie was finally getting a little scary. People being chased by a masked killer who always seemed to be walking but somehow was fast enough to catch and gruesomely murder people. You watched the characters in the movie slowly walk around the house, trying not to make a sound when without any warning the killer appeared in front of them, making you jump, instinctively grabbing Steve’s hand for safety.

When you realized what you had done you quickly placed your hand back on your lap. “I’m sorry.” You whispered so only Steve could hear.

He grabbed your hand again and interlaced your fingers. “It’s okay.” He whispered back.

Your body was covered in goosebumps at the feeling of your hand in his. You looked at the side of his face as he stared at the screen, pretending like he had done nothing out of the ordinary. Like he’s not making you feel like you’re floating outside of your body.

You looked down at your intertwined fingers. “Your hands are soft.” You mumbled more to yourself than to Steve.

“Yeah?” He looked down at your eyes, smile wide.

It was your turn to look forward, a stupid smile of your own spread on your face, making the bold move to lay your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah.”

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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omg you’re latest loser!kuroo drabble made me think like imagine reader nd kuroo are eating out (sitting in a booth opposite from each other) nd these girls from kuroos class spot them nd start chatting w him nd reader is getting annoyed so instead of saying anything she’s rubbing her foot against his crotch while looking (trying) unbothered

this was fun to write lol

words: 734

cw: fem!reader, jealousy, name-calling, footjob, semi-public, dubcon, minors dni

you can feel the irritation building the second he locked eyes with them. you and kuroo had gone out to eat at the diner near campus when some of his classmates walked in and spotted him. instead of a simple “hi and bye”, they lingered at your table.

“oh, we don’t mean to interrupt…” but you’re going to anyway, you think to yourself as the girl and her friend ask kuroo some question about their chem class.

and of course, kuroo is so willing to help. “that’s really easy! here’s what you need to do,” he’s so sickeningly sweet, so gullible. he gives you an apologetic look—one that says “please be nice.”

he truly has no idea that these girls don’t actually give a shit about the lesson kuroo’s endlessly rambling about. it’s so obvious from the way the one closest to him twirls her hair around her finger, standing in a way that her chest was pushed out, there’s no way kuroo would notice the way her eyes would cast down at his lips every so often, a flirtatious smile growing on her face.

if she wasn’t bad enough, her stupid friend was sending you a smug look as if this had been her plan all along.

unlike kuroo, you’re not an idiot. you’re aware how other girls look at him—what they want from him—and as much as he says he’s yours, it won’t stop these bouncing idiots from circling around him like vultures.

kuroo must have said something funny since the girls both let out their shrill little laughs, the bolder of the two reaching out to grab his arm. his nervous smile is noticeable and you’re immediately pissed off.

but instead of telling the girls off until they cried like you would usually do, you continue to pick at your food and busy yourself with your phone. let them think they have your tall idiot in their clutches. neither of them would know that you were kicking your shoes off underneath the table. they were too busy laughing at kuroo’s definitely not funny joke about atoms to notice your foot inching its way until it rested in his lap.

the way kuroo’s body tensed up let you know that he had noticed.

oh, you were so inconspicuous while scrolling through twitter. the dumb broads talking their heads off beside you had no clue kuroo was getting hard all from the underside of your foot. he’d cough to get your attention, his way of asking you to stop, but you sweetly pushed his glass of water closer to soothe his throat.

“your friend is so sweet!” one of them said, sending you the most condescending look. petty as ever, you returned the favor, foot pressing harder against kuroo’s crotch just to see him shudder.

you weren’t a nice person. if he kept talking to them you were going to make him cum in his pants and he knows it. kuroo’s face is getting flushed and he’s starting to stutter while speaking. the giggles from the peanut gallery is appropriate. he looks so cute like this. so easy to manipulate, it’s not even fair. but you pop another fry in your mouth and keep going, running your foot alongside the shaft of his clothed cock, applying pressure and releasing every so often just to hear the sigh leave his lips.

“i-i think that answers your question!” he breathes, voice cracking. “i’ve held you up too long you’re probably busy.”

“we’re not that busy! why don’t we join you? it’ll be fun!” she’s so eager, it’s embarrassing.

another press on kuroo’s cock has him gripping the table. “uhh, you know, actually we’re on a date. so, we’d like some privacy.”

their little act drops the second they spot kuroo reaching over the table to grab your hand. all you give them is a cocksure grin while they stare back in disbelief, muttering apologies as they finally leave the two of you alone.

once they’re gone, you take your foot away and hear his sigh of relief.

“this is a date?” you snort, as he catches his breath.

“baby, please, they were just being nice…” you roll your eyes, annoyed that he could actually be so stupid.

“you’re gonna have to make this up to me,” you warn, putting your shoes back on.

and kuroo knows. he always ends up making it up to you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou smut #kuroo tetsuro smut #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #🍑#🍑kuroo

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topgunreacts · 10 months

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please share your thoughts on canon ice with the peanut gallery. character analysis i beg of you. this funky little guy has been shaking in my parlor like a sopping wet chihuahua and i cannot understand him by God. break him down for me. explain him.

what are your thoughts. feelings. complaints, concerns. rude remarks. who is Iceman what’s he about

Omg I'm so bad at these. Please take everything I say with a grain of salt. I will try my best. My real character dissertations are in my stories.

Thots

Tall

Moist

I don't give a shit what color his eyes are; it's running gag of mine (and only funny to me) to switch up his eye color between stories

Stop wearing sunglasses indoors

Great bone structure in the fingers

Fuckable but not by me

Misunderstood

Gum problem

So fucking tired

Incredibly bad at talking about his feelings. So bad. But god he tries his best to make Maverick feel better after Goose goes to the Untitled Game in the sky.

Too smart for his own good

Afraid of emails

Home of sexual

Every time I give him anxiety, I also give him a huge cock as a consolation prize. It's what he deserves.

Could use a good consensual caning. He could learn from Chance Engagement Ice.

Goes to bed at 9 PM

From California or Hawaii or Michigan or Canada or somewhere, a place definitely, with a location that is real

Is NOT a rule follower. Look at his fucking hair. He says YO to Viper. He is unapologetically Doing His Own Thing. Werk.

Concerns

Iceman is regarded as a shallow villain-antagonist by many people. This is very silly. Just because Maverick is The Hero doesn't mean he's right about everything or that what he does is justified. Each and every time Ice calls Maverick out on his behavior, he's (1) correct and (2) motivated by a desire to go home alive at the end of each day. Maverick IS dangerous. He IS unsafe. His behavior SHOULD be regarded with suspicion re: his intentions by his supposed allies. These people are flying around in high-speed metal triangles. Have you ever seen the end result of a mid-air collision between aircraft that AREN'T going mach speeds? Here is an example! [image depicts plane crash debris, no bodies, but...nobody survived this] [TCAS wasn't invented until after the 1956 Grand Canyon collision!!!!!] The DC-7 was the faster jet in the incident, with a max speed of 406 mph (653 km/h, 353 kn). Those little regional jets you might have flown on for short domestic hops can hit speeds of 600 mph in the modern era. A Tomcat, remember, can go supersonic. Ice would become confetti. I'd fucking say something, too!

At no point does Ice come across as cruel when he makes these comments about Maverick's performance, also. He shit talks (cough cough bullshit) but it always struck me as standard issue locker room talk crap. It's not Personal. He's not trying to throw Maverick off his game or anything. Ice isn't there to make FRIENDS he's there to WIN is at TOPGUN ready to do his job and kick ass. And he also, you know, wants to survive to graduation without getting slammed [aerially] by the guy who thinks it's fun to break aviation regulations over an ACTIVE AIRFIELD. People like to compare Ice to Hangman in terms of attitude. A lot. And Ice is not even remotely like Hangman. Asking Maverick whose side he's on after Maverick demonstrates careless piloting--behavior that directly endangers Ice and others--is not the same thing as bringing up somebody's dead dad as like, a dig.

Feelings

Spoonable.

Val Kilmer's little mole is cute.

Complaints

Needs more gay

Needs more lines

Needs more ass shots like the ones Miranda got in Mass Effect 2*

Rude Remarks

Take off your fucking shades in tha club, you absolute square.

*(Did you know the person who made the ME2 mod to remove Miranda's ass shots made a mod for the legendary edition to re-add the ass shots? The studio took out the ass shots on their own for legendary. To be modern and corporate-approved feminist or something. And this modder was like no. Only I can do that. They took Miranda's ass out of this world and they're going to put it back in.)

Conclusion

pussy shot.

#iceman kazansky #top gun #in depth character analysis worthy of academic journals #ask #iceman #top gun iceman #top gun iceman kazansky #top gun shitposting #feel free not to have opinions about this post I certainly don’t

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sarahsmi13s · 8 months

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HI! Happy 21st Birthday Vinny!!🥳🥳 I was wondering if you can do a request for Walt ‘Finn’ Finnegan x reader where Finn tries to impress reader with his baseball skills and the reader thinks it’s cute and hot that Finn is trying to impress them and Finn is just eating it up? Thank you Lovely!

thank you 🥰🥰 and i absolutely love this idea and hope that i did it justice!

|| impress to undress ||

effort is attractive

pairing: walt 'finn' finnegan x reader characters: finn, reader, the peanut gallery (the team) warning: language, suggestive content, rumor-ish talk, the guys are assholes, pretty fast paced, lmk if i missed any word count: ~1.6k a/n: sorry it took me so long to get to this my darling

Finn had been trying to get your attention for months.

He saw you his first day of classes and wondered how he missed you in the three days before classes started. You were absolutely stunning.

There was just one problem… you didn’t seem to glance in his direction. You seemed to prefer the football guys. You barely spared any attention to the baseball players.

Most of them just wrote you off, saying you weren’t worth the effort or time. Calling you lost cause and jock jumper. But Finn?

Finn saw you as a challenge. Call him desperate, but he wanted you. He wanted you bad.

One night at the Sound Machine, he noticed you alone at the bar and approached you.

“That quarterback leave you here all alone?” Finn asked casually as he leaned against the neon bar top. You casted him a side glance but just sipped your drink. “His loss, anyone would be lucky to spend a night with you,” he said as he tried his best to keep his gaze from wandering too low. He nodded to the drink in your hand, “That a blueberry mojito?”

You hummed and sipped it, “Blueberry Coconut Mojito.”

Your tone was dismissive, but the emphasis on the specific flavor of rum was almost playful.

“Oh so you like the taste of sunscreen, with just a dash of blueberry?” Finn teased as his beer was given to him. He felt his chest flutter with hope at the quirk of the corner of your mouth. He was getting somewhere.

He watched you eye his beer as you turned to face him. You pinched your straw between manicured nails as he brought the bottle to his lips, “Better than the shit you’re drinking.”

Finn hummed as he swallowed, smacking his lips a little before swiping any remnants of his mustache with his tongue. “Yeah, it is pretty bad isn’t it? But it’s cheap, so you pay for what you get.” “Mhmmm, is that the same for baseball games?”

The first baseman tilted his head, a little caught off guard. “I– Um, excuse me?”

“Paying for what you get? Does the same sentiment translate to baseball games?”

You leaned on your elbows, pressing your tits together a little, smirking when his eyes flickered down for a split second. But he regained his cool and leaned in closer to you, green eyes scanning your features.

“Well, you’ll just have to come and see for yourself, won’t you?”

His voice was deep and low as he spoke, vocal chords rumbling with the words. He knew he threw you off balance when your eyes flickered to his lips as he spoke, and the slight hitch in your breath as he winked at you before walking away.

He’s got your attention now.

Later that week, all of the boys were getting settled in the dugout before going out to the field.

“So do we think Y/N will actually show up?” Jake asked as he stretched. “Who’s that?” Plum asked as he helped the other catcher into his gear. “Jock jumper,” McReynolds clarified as he broke in his glove. “The chick Finn went up to at the bar the other night.”

Plum nodded, “Oh right right, I mean she could show up. Never know.” Roper scoffed, pushing his hair back as he slid his hat on, “You’re not serious? She has never paid any of us attention before the season started, why start now?”

Jake went to retort but Finn ran in, clearing the stairs and nearly taking Nez out in the process, “She’s here. She’s actually here.”

“No fuckin’ way. You serious?” Roper asked, looking towards the stands. “Yeah, she’s close to the dugout.”

Finn had the biggest smile as Kenny peeked out and saw you sitting there, patiently waiting for the game to start. “No way… Dude! How did you do it?” Finn shrugged, leaning against the dugout wall smugly, “I guess I just have a way with words. Or maybe the fact I had the balls to talk to her.”

A low chorus of “ooooo’s” came from the freshmen.

“Not our fault, she was always around some football player. She also never gave us the time of day so what else could we have done?” Glen huffed.

“Well it doesn’t matter, I invited her and she’s here for me. Time to impress her.” Finn saluted the dugout before jogging out for “roll-call”. He looked toward your seat and caught your eye before walking over to you.

You stood with a smirk, your legs catching his attention in the shorts you were wearing as you walked up to the fence from the bleachers.

“Glad you could make it,” he said as he leaned on the chainlink. You smirked at him before looking around, “Of course, how could I miss this?” He smiled and stood up straight, “Well I hope you enjoy the view.” You leaned in a little closer and looked him up and down, “Oh… I’m sure I will. Good luck Finn.” You gave his arm a gentle squeeze to show you were genuinely wishing him good luck.

Your fingers lingered on his arm for a moment before they were gone as you went to the concession stand.

He looked down at the goosebumps left in your wake before Roper got his attention. Finn was gonna have to be at the top of his game today.

And he very much was at the top of his game.

He made near perfect plays, ran the bases like he knew what he was doing. He was great!

After every play or at bat, he found himself looking at you. Glancing to see how impressed you were, if you were impressed at all. Finn had to show you that he was better than the other guys that tried to impress you, that he was the one worth your attention.

So when he heard or saw you cheer for him, and the team, he ate it up. He felt a boost to his ego each time and he wanted to do better each play. He wanted to play better, for you.

And by the time the game was over, he glanced at you – watching you cheer for the team before looking at him and sending him a proud smile. If that didn’t make a man melt, he didn’t know what else would.

In the locker room, Finn was so antsy to get out of there and go find you before you had the chance to leave and go to the bar to get swept up by some meathead. He didn’t change out of his uniform, just his cleats and hastily tied his Converse’s. He swiped deodorant on, with only a little cologne dabbed to his neck, before he ran out of the locker room with his bag.

When he got to the parking lot, he found you leaning against your convertible arms supporting you on the door.

“Y/N!”

You looked up at him, a smile stretching across your features as he jogged over to you. “Hey, Finn!”

When he got to you, he smiled down at you as you looked up at him, “You did really well, I’m glad I came to watch you play.” If his heart hadn’t already been beating fast from the run, it would have been now. You said you came to watch him play, not the team, him. “I’m glad you came too.”

You smiled at him, “I um, I’m also glad you took a chance on the um ‘jock jumper’, as your friends so affectionately call me.”

His face dropped, “You know about that?” You nodded, “Yeah, I wasn’t exactly far from the dugout and McReynolds is pretty loud.” “Oh my goodness, Y/N, I-I’m sorry. I hope you know that I never thought of you like that.”

“Finn, it’s okay. I know. And the whole ‘not giving baseball players the time of day’ thing, that’s only somewhat accurate.” Finn furrowed his brow and you giggled, “I only wanted to give you the time of day, Finn. But since my dad is a football scout, jocks try to get a good word in through me. But I turn them away a good majority of the time when I can’t get your attention.”

He blinked, “Wait, so you were using the football players to make me jealous and get me to talk to you?” You nodded and let out a small laugh, “Yeah, I was.”

He chuckled and nodded, “But did I still impress you tonight? Cause I feel a little silly about how desperate I was.” You nodded and gripped his biceps gently, “Yes, Finn, I was very impressed. Granted you didn’t have to try to impress me, but the effort…” You stepped closer to him, so close you were almost touching, “The effort was very attractive, got me a little hot and bothered if I’m honest.”

Finn took this chance to grab your hip, “I always say the truth will set you free. But I think I have a solution for your… temperature dilemma.” You hummed and looked from his lips to his eyes, “And what’s that Dr. Finnegan?” He nearly growled as he pulled you against him, “I know a private spot at the lake, it’s secluded – just you and me baby.” “Mmm, sounds perfect.”

He grinned and captured your lips as he swiped your keys from your pocket. When he pulled away, he held them up, “I’m driving.”

i really hope you enjoyed this my darling! again i know this was fast paced, but i had a lot of fun writing this and making that moodboard 💜

#vinny's birthday moods #vinny's moody twenty first #moodboard event #moodboards #birthday event #vinny's moods #controlled chaos squad #walt finn finnegan #walt finn finnegan x reader #everybody wants some #the-romanian-is-bae <33

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omegaversetheory · 1 year

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omg omg idea !!! what if you can tell an alpha/omegas second gender before they present from their dental x-rays?

think about it right, they would have fangs that would be a lot bigger than the typical beta's

idk just a silly idea I had while thinking about alphas teething on things during their prerut yk?

sharing for the peanut gallery! such a creative prompt, literally I've never seen anything like this!

It's the perfect headcanon for our friends who write in aus where your dynamic presents straight (or before you come) out of the womb!

Here some cute things for you anon:

grown-up alphas gnawing on frozen slick rings in their pre-rut to soothe them, and baby alphas soothing themselves on frozen milk rings.

baby omegas with their dolls or stuffies making little nests for them.

baby beta loves to be outside and watch the birds and tries to mimic their songs.

toddler alphas who start to get that protective urge over their favorite stuffy and always wants to make sure "they're safe"

toddler betas in preschool comforting their friend who misses their oma or baba.

toddler omegas getting so excited when their working parent comes home to give them all the snuggles.

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amazingmsme · 2 months

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Do you have any lee!wiggly x ler!wilbur hcs??? We need more of those two tbh

Anon: *donna daggit voice* could you make a statement on wiggly/wilbur

*dan reynolds voice* i am dan reynolds and im here too

Anon: While we're on the subject do you have any wiggly wilbur thoughts bouncing around that you haven't shared?

My my, hungry aren’t we? Says the hungry hungry caterpillar herself

I keep bouncing around like a pinball on how tf Wiggly landed on Tickle Me Wiggly for his doll. Like did he come up with it on his own, or did Wilbur suggest it for shits n giggles & Wiggly just went with it because it “sounds fun”

Bouncing off that idea, Wiggly would totally pretend like he has no clue what tickling is & makes Wilbur explain it to him, planning to launch a surprise attack. But the thing is, Wilbur thinks he legit doesn’t know what it is because he just can’t see Wiggly as anything but a straight shooter & jokes don’t seem like his style. So Wilbur just kinda smirks like “well, it’s easier if I show you” & attacks HIM

Wiggly wasn’t expecting it at all & crumbles immediately. He’s just rolling around on the ground while Wilbur tries out all his spots & teasingly explains everything he’s doing & why he’s laughing so much. He’s such an asshole

So Wilbur basically found out right away that Wiggly’s very ticklish, but what goes around comes around bitch! Wiggly wasted no time once he recovered & made sure Wilbur knows who’s in charge

The other lib saw him get his shit wrecked & are the most obnoxious peanut gallery, they’re no help at all. He’s screaming for at least ONE of them to do something & they’re just like “oh but we want to learn what it is too” & Wiggly’s just laughing too hard to yell at them

Earlier I mentioned how when he cuddles Wilbur, he basically uses his entire body & even hugs him with his tentacles. He LOVES to tickle him when he’s least expecting it & is able to attack multiple spots at once. He thinks it’s so cute & funny how Wilbur squirms all over & still can’t escape his grasp

During one of their cuddle sessions, Wilbur was idly tracing/rubbing along one of the tentacles wrapped around him. Wiggly gasped & accidentally squeezed tighter & practically just gave himself away. Wilbur has a fucking field day with it & teases the shit out of him

Wiggly gets so giggly & squirmy when you get him good, it’s honestly so adorable

If Wiggly’s in a ler mood he takes all of it out on poor Wilbur. He’s not gonna get away for hours

Wiggly loves to work him up & make him flustered over a period of time to really drag things out. But he’s not so tough when the tables are turned

I hope that this is enough food for everyone! Just some appetizers ‘til I write a fic!

#asks #anon ask #bad apple #wilbur x wiggly #black friday headcanons #lib headcanons #hatchetfield headcanon #tickle me wiggly #wiggly #wiggog y'wrath #black friday #hatchetfield #hatchetverse

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ejunkiet · 1 year

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22 with milo/sh? Currently reading your stuff for drawing inspo btw :^)

>:3 okay, this was ridiculously fun (and god, these are all getting longer and longer). (also, HELLO, BLESS YOU, BEST MESSAGE TO COME BACK TO >u<!!!)

redacted audio: milo/sweetheart, 601 wordcount, naps with aggro.

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Tonight was all set up to be perfect. Fancy outfits, nice dinner, followed by a cuddle sesh on the couch, some film that neither of them cared much about playing as white noise in the background. The plan was perfect. The food was good. The kisses that followed even better.

But what he hadn’t banked on was a furry little interloper getting all up in their space, stealing his spot on the couch to cuddle up with his mate the minute his back was turned.

“Aggro- buddy, look. You gotta give me an inch here.”

He’d only been gone for a few moments, just long enough to take dessert out of the freezer. It was meant to be a surprise - he’d gone down to the fancy patisserie earlier in the week and picked up one of their favourite treats, the cherry on the top of an otherwise perfect evening.

But now here he was, thrown to the wind, watching as his little man got all cosy with his sweetheart. The little bastard even had the gall to act pleased about it, purring like a motor engine and already halfway to sleepy town, as if he’d been there the whole time.

“You know, Milo.” Their voice is soft and drowsy too, as if they’re also on the edge of sleep, their hand running softly through Aggro’s fur. “I get the impression that he isn’t listening.”

He snorts, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of it all. “Thank you, peanut gallery.”

He crouches beside the couch, reluctantly offering his hand to sniff before he scratches his little idiot’s head, right behind the ears. The purrs get louder, before aggro rolls onto his back, asking for belly rubs, and really, Milo would have thought he was part dog with the way he acts sometimes.

“You’re lucky you’re so goddamn cute, or we’d be having words, little man. You’re killing the mood here. Some sort of wingman you are.”

He shivers as cool fingers settle against the nape of his neck, tracing the skin there. Christ, but if they weren’t talented with their fingers. “And what mood would that be, hmm?”

“What do you think, sweetheart?” He groans as they work their fingers into his hair, massaging at the base of his skull, and fuck. He tilts his head so they can reach further, shifting until he’s leaning against the back of the couch. “Mmm, keep going.”

They oblige him with a smile. “Seems like we’re all on our way to a nap.”

He snorts again, letting his head drop back until he can catch their gaze. “Is that so?”

“At least until your dessert is ready.” Their eyes twinkle at him, their lips curved into a pleased smile as their fingers scratch along his scalp, and if it didn’t feel so good, he’d be more annoyed at the fact that they’d already sussed him out. But he knew better than to try to keep a secret from them.

“You’re a snoop, sweetheart.”

“I know. But you love me for it.” They duck down until they can press a soft kiss against the top of his head, carefully manoeuvring around the cat, who still refuses to move his furry ass.

He hums into it, reaching up until he can cup their cheek, running his thumb along the soft heat of their skin. “More than anything in the world, sweetheart.”

They all get a bit of shut-eye before his timer goes off, timed with the release of Aggro’s dinner, and after they’ve all been fed, he gets his private ‘cuddle’ time with his sweetheart after all.

cheeky tag for @romirola because everytime I write these two, I think of you!! <33

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #ej writes redacted #milo/sweetheart #redacted milo #writing #gotta go walk the pup so edits will come later #but this was FUN. THANK YOU :D #I need to write more milo/sh!!

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tame-a-messenger · 2 months

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okay so 2 truths 1 lie anon here, I can't believe that I got the whole line up right except for damien! (and chance) either way it was really fun and I love how much fun the girls were having. boygenius took me out I love it so much.

but apparently we know now that angela is next and although I don't know who she will play with i know that no matter who she will have a blast with as well as the chosen peanut gallery because she can vibe with any cast member. i'm just hoping and praying and hoping and praying damien will be there in any capacity because I miss them and I need his reactions to her stories.

also I was just noticing in the chance and angela show, in the 2 truths 1 lie and in the livestream yesterday that anytime damien is mention she just gets a burst of energy and lights up and it's so freaking cute.

It also helps my doomsday brain that with the lack of them together was afraid it was on purpose. she clearly has a lot of affection for him (in her own mocking ways) and he does as well.

we are just going through an unlucky time with the call sheets and the schedules and that I blame on smosh and the messy way they do things sometimes.

🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️ this draught will end 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

YOU PREDICTED IT SO WELL??? PREDICT ME SOME DAMANGELA!!! MAYBE WE'LL FINALLY GET IT!!

"I need his reactions to her stories."

SAMEEEE the way he reacted to learning she was in 2 broke girls was so cute! I WANT MORE

"also I was just noticing in the chance and angela show, in the 2 truths 1 lie and in the livestream yesterday that anytime damien is mention she just gets a burst of energy and lights up and it's so freaking cute."

THATS WHAT IM SAYING!!! it's made my theory that "they ask not to be in videos because they are uncomfortable" drop dead. Angela has been OBSESSED with anytime he's been mentioned. There's NO WAY she's uncomfortable being in videos with him, not with all the reactions to the idea of him the last week.

"she clearly has a lot of affection for him (in her own mocking ways) and he does as well."

You get it.

🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️ this draught will end 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

#Damien Haas #Angela Giarratana #Smosh #Damngela Dynamic Enjoyer #Smosh Games #Smosh Pit #Damangela #Damien and Angela #Damien x Angela #Damngela #Damien/Angela #smoshblr

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angy-mouse · 10 months

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Puck Bunny Part 3

5.7k, no smut but definite M-rated banter and important plot (unless you're just here for the foursomes in which case you can skip this chapter ig but its pretty integral for the finale)

do you wanna go on a date?

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You stared at the message, sent directly instead of through the group chat. As if that wasn't weird enough, you'd just gone on a date (with heavy air quotes) with the three of them and you had yet to get your panties back, thank you very much. You started drifting down memory lane and forced yourself to snap out of it. This was not lecture appropriate thinking.

You get another text.

with me, idk if that was obvious lol. sap + sam are stuck running drills all afternoon bc they suck

Okay, so not a group thing. That was good, at least. You might be able to walk after all. Except…

Honestly, you don't feel like sex. Not even mind-blowing, four-orgasms-in-a-row, written-by-a-woman sex. You were tired, and still sore, and really craving something fruity but also sweet? Maybe a chocolate orange. Point being you did not feel sexy and imagining a naked man only stirred thoughts of needing to buy lotion.

i was thinking shopping and dinner - my treat ofc - but whatever you want is cool too x

Fuck, you do need a sweater. Damn changing seasons making your sundress collection obsolete.

You flipped your phone over and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and rolling your shoulders back. Fuck the rest of the lecture hall, you were aceing this class anyway and you needed to check in.

Do you want to see Punz today?

You didn't even have to think about it. Of course you did, you wanted to see all three of them and maybe shove your face in their perfectly perky pecs, but so far seeing them entailed sex, which you were not up for. You didn't think for a second that Punz wouldn't accept a no, but you were 50/50 on whether you would cave at the first touch just to experience that intimacy.

Call yourself a slut, but it was kinda hard to deny a man who acted like you were a literal goddess.

Next question: do you want to go on a date today?

As long as it was a date-date and not their last idea of a date, that would actually be nice. You were past the awkward small talk stage with Punz, so no fumbling or awkward silences should happen. Plus you already knew he would compliment you to the high heavens, which certainly couldn't hurt your mood.

So what were you waiting for?

You thought, but you couldn't find an answer. A handsome, fit guy who treated you amazing and was great in bed wanted to take you shopping and treat you to dinner. You'd have to be a fucking idiot not to.

You flipped your phone back over and found another text.

no pressure ofc, but id be a fucking idiot not to try spending time with you without the peanut gallery

You snorted, thumbs gliding over the screen to save him from his nerves. Even if he was cute when he rambled.

tbh shopping and dinner sounds exactly what I need rn

A beat where you thought too much and got lost for just a moment. You bit the bullet, putting a heart on the end and hitting send. Then, as an afterthought:

should I change?

what are you wearing?

For a moment you considered telling him you forgot about a lecture you can't miss, and you actually can't go and you're so sorry but maybe next time-

omg wait not like THAT

i just mean last two times i saw you you were wearing a cute asf dress and then that nice shirt with big sleeves and the black skirt so as far as im concerned anything you wear is perfect

He's talking about your lantern sleeve blouse. Something about the way he fumbles, not knowing anything about what things are called and only knowing that he liked them enough to remember makes you just melt.

oh lol well thank you. Did you wanna meet somewhere or…

The response is instant.

ill come pick you up! whens your last class get out?

You tell him and get a thumbs up and heart emoji pairing, then a gif of snoopy doing his happy dance that makes you laugh under your breath.

"Stop sexting in class,"

You flinch and clutch your phone to your chest before recognition kicks in and you glare at Niki. "I'm not sexting," you hiss. "Punz is picking me up for a date." She rolls her eyes. "An actual date." You didn't know why you needed her to be happy for you so badly. Maybe with both your long term best friend and slightly less long term boyfriend both kicked out of your life, you were just craving companionship. It would certainly explain your current disaster of a dating life.

"Okay," she says but it doesn't sound like she means it. "Just so you know, I only have one romcom binge weekend in me a year, so if this harem breaks your heart, too, you're on your own."

"I appreciated that, you know." She blinks like she wasn't expecting anything less than snark, but you meant it. You came into your dorm with eyes so full of tears you didn't even realize she was there until she was coaxing you into your PJs and shoving a carton of Ben & Jerry's into your lap. Suddenly your mysterious roommate you only saw once in a blue moon when your schedules rarely overlapped was the shoulder you were crying on, voice ringing through your ears promising you were still the baddest bitch and he was the loser here.

"It's no big deal," she finally decided. "You need to learn people don't deserve praise for not treating you like crap."

You didn't have a comeback for that, so you finished class in silence.

"Do I get to meet this one, too?"

You can't fight your smile. "You want to?"

"Gotta make sure you're not dropping your standards. Again."

"I changed my mind: fuck off." She curled her hands into a heart with a grin before you turned away, hearing her chase after you. 'Chase' very loosely translated to 'took four quick steps to easily catch up because she's a lot fitter than you.' Damn skinny people.

"If he just pulls up and honks, you are not getting in the car. Date ends there."

"Any particular reason?"

"A man who can't wait to get out of the car to greet you can't wait long enough for you to come."

You grinned over your shoulder as you walked into the afternoon sun. "Oh, believe me: not a concern."

"Ew,"

"You started it."

"And I'm finishing it."

Tires screeching on pavement caught your attention, just in time to watch two students nearly get run over by a cherry red Challenger. You bit your cheek. "You don't think…"

The car came to a stop right in front of the stairs (only because it was physically incapable of climbing them, you were sure) showing off the VAL-U sticker on the back window.

"I do think," Niki said solemnly. A single honk came from the car. "Oh, fuck no-"

"Niki, please," you begged as you watched Punz climb out of the driver's seat in a crisp collared shirt, buttoned only enough to be appropriate in public. You practically melted as he gave you that sparkling grin, running a hand through his blond locks as he climbed the stairs two at a time to join you.

"I had one rule for you-"

"Sorry," Punz breathed out, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek, close enough you could feel the faint heat rushing through his face. "I slammed my elbow on the horn trying to unplug my phone."

You'd be embarrassed by the loud snort that left you if you weren't so grateful it drowned out Niki's, "you're lucky, valley."

"You look beautiful." It was hard to believe when you'd just sounded like a literal pig. At least, it would be if he wasn't looking at you like you hung the stars, hands sliding back on either side of your waist until he was holding you gently against him. His lips ghosted over yours. "I missed you, bunny."

You missed him, too. “You saw me two days ago,” you say instead, but you let your hands link against the nape of his neck as he gives you a soft kiss. Something more than a peck, but nothing you were embarrassed to do in front of Niki. Something just right.

“And it was painful,” he announced, squeezing you tighter against him like he knew it would make you giggle into his neck. “Forty-eight hours with Big and Rich for company.”

“Are you ever going to run out of demeaning nicknames for them?”

“Haven’t yet. Hi-” It takes you a second to realize he’s talking to Niki over your head. “Friend?”

That one was directed at you, so you hum an affirmative and gently peel yourself away to run through introductions. Punz only lets you get out of one arm, the other moving to hang over your shoulders with a squeeze that clearly said ‘that one stays.’ “This is my roommate, Niki. Niki-”

“Punz,” she mused, offering her hand. “I know all about you.”

“Is this a shovel talk?”

“No. I don’t talk before shoveling.”

“Niki,” you beg, but Punz gives her a firm shake.

“Big fan of that,” he declared with a grin. “I’ve got a buddy with a truck, we should get you two in contact.”

She nodded solemnly. “Alright,” she directed at you, “you can go on the date.”

“Niki!”

She took your keys off your bag. “I’ll take your car back to the dorm. Don’t get pregnant.”

“NIKI!”

“Bye, Niki,” Punz cheered with a cackle, arm around your shoulders keeping you from chasing after her to commit some mild manslaughter. “Nice to meet you!”

“Don’t say, ‘nice to meet you,’ when she’s humiliating me.” You got a kiss pressed to the side of your head instead of an apology as he started down the steps, dragging you along with. The gentle pressure of his arm on your neck solidified your feeling like a yappy chihuahua being tugged along by the leash. It all felt a stark difference to the usual sultry air that followed you around these three. This actually felt like a… date. Not a sex on the nearest surface date, but a proper meet the parents soon date.

You tried not to think about how scary that was.

Instead, you thanked Punz as he held open your door, your hand in his as he helped you climb in. You held in a giggle as he shut the door behind you and raced around the hood like he was worried you’d leave without him. “What are we shopping for,” he asked as he threw himself into his seat, but you were distracted.

“Why do you have a suicide knob?”

He grinned, wide and toothy, tongue poking out as he used the knob to wiggle the steering wheel. “Because it’s fun.”

You buckled your seatbelt.

“Oh, come on,” he huffed, pulling out of the parking lot. “I’ve never gotten into so much as a fender bender with this car.”

“This car?”

“Don’t say it like that! I haven’t gotten into an accident since I was a teenager, is that better?”

“Yeah, and what are you now, twenty?”

“Twenty-five,”

“Oh my god, you’re old.”

You regretted it as soon as you said it. You were so not at the stage where you could make fun of each other and especially not something as potentially sensitive as his age and why he's still at University-

"Well, you're a brat, so I thought we made a good pair." There's a beat where your mind races, but Punz reaches over to take your hand off your lap and cuts it short. "That was a joke. I know you're not a brat."

"Only a little bit," you admit, and squeeze him back, a little promise that you didn't take it harshly. "If you were serious about taking me shopping, I could use some warm clothes for fall.”

The car pulled to a smooth stop at the light, and he fixed you with a look like you’ve accused him of secretly kicking puppies. “Dead serious. I love shopping.”

“You’re clearly very passionate about this.”

He took his stare off you to pull through the light, bringing your joined hands up to his lips. “Well, I have an addictive personality, a great credit score, and excellent fashion sense.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Hey, what’s with the doubt?!”

“Don’t get me wrong,” you promise, using your joined hands to gesture to his open shirt, “today’s pirate-with-no-inhibitions look is super sexy, and I’m a big fan of the pleather pants, but every other time I’ve seen you, you wore a hoodie and basketball shorts.”

“That’s not fair: you always see me after practice! I can't squeeze into these pants while I’m still sweaty.”

“Well, I’m very appreciative of your sacrifice.” You wait until he’s looking at you to pointedly eye up his thick thighs, practically seran-wrapped in black fabric. “Very appreciative.”

“Bunny’s secretly a pervert,” he accused, “God, I’m not a slab of meat.”

“Really?”

He finally broke, laughing so hard he hit the rumble strips and had to swerve back into the lane. “You’re such a little shit! You’re lucky it makes you lovable instead of annoying.”

“You three practically snap me in half every time I see you: I’m allowed some eye candy!”

“I’ll be your eye candy,” he promised, and flicked open another button on his shirt. “Boom.”

“Whoa, now,”

“Too hot?”

“I nearly creamed.”

“I hate you,” he wheezed, shoving the gearshift into park. “Get the fuck out of my car.”

“Rudeness!”

His hand snatched yours when you reached for the door. “Wait, I wasn’t serious!”

“I’m getting out!”

“No, wait for me!”

“I’m getting out, and I’m telling Sam you let me open my own door!”

“No, he’ll kill me!”

“Good!” Despite the snap, you can’t pry the smile off your face and you find yourself staying perfectly still in your seat as Punz races around the hood again. “Oh, Merci,” you chirped, taking his offered hand as you stepped out.

“De nada, my little bunny."

His arm laid across your shoulders again like you were boyfriend-girlfriend on an average date. He even reached out to open the door for you as you walked into the mall. But you weren't boyfriend-girlfriend, you were a puck bunny brat. "Every time I think you're kinda sweet, you call me that."

"It's a talent of mine: making an ass of myself. Where do you wanna look first?"

“I usually go to Salvation Army.”

Punz started walking towards the Aeropostale, dragging you along with. “I’m offended you think I’d offer to take you shopping and take you to Salvation Army.”

You started struggling, grabbing a fistful of his shirt to try and curb him. Your heels tried to find purchase on the tile, but he slid you across the floor like dragging a sled. “I’m a college student! And so are you, for that! I’m not letting you spend your food cash for the week on clothes for me- Jesus Christ, how are you this strong?!”

He stopped, but it had nothing to do with your attempts. He spun you in his arms as if you were nothing more than a doll to him, something he could carry with him and arrange however he wanted. The thought made you feel equal parts small and bratty, but his hands on your hips made you bite your tongue as he held you close. His eyes were stern, a slight tremble in his features betraying his nerves.

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you something, and I don’t want you to freak out.”

Oh, you were totally going to freak out.

“I didn’t want to say this so soon because it totally changes how people think of me, but you’re clearly going to fight me on this, so here it is.” He took a deep breath, eyes screwed shut in a wince. “I’m a trust fund kid. My parents are loaded.”

It didn’t click at first. Not until you blinked. “... oh my god?”

He nodded solemnly. “I know.”

It was a shock, the same way any new information about someone you knew was a shock: mild brain buffer as your mental file was updated. Other than that, though… You couldn’t seem to care. Other than, of course, another chance to mouth off. “Oh my god,” you performed, shaking his shoulders. “Eat the rich, Punz!”

“I’m not into butt stuff,”

“I hate you,” you lied, trying to push away. “I hate you and your gated mansion community-”

“I live in the frat house, it’s practically a homeless shelter.”

“You and your diamond studded underwear-”

“Where are you getting your information on rich people: Richie Rich?”

“You’re an old rich guy, too!” You gasped, clapping your hands on either of his cheeks. He gave a minor wince from the impact, but it was swept away just as quickly by rapt attention as you pressed your forehead to his. “Am I a sugar baby?”

“Well, you haven’t actually let me buy you anything yet-”

“Wrong answer.”

He shook his head between your hands, essentially making you slap him repeatedly. “No, bunny, you’re not a sugar baby, not in the slightest. Now, can I buy you more clothes than you can ever wear?”

Your gaze narrowed, but it probably wasn’t as intimidating as you hoped when you had to cross your eyes to look at him. “You swear your wallet won’t feel it?”

“May lightning strike me down.”

It took a moment, but with not even a rumble of thunder, you supposed you had to believe him. “Alright,” you conceded, “but we’re going somewhere that actually carries my size.”

<3E>

“I’ve never been in a Torrid,” Punz admits to you as you walk in.

“Really? You don’t lurk in the lingerie section hunting for big women?”

“There’s a lingerie section?” He’s too excited at the prospect to entertain your sass, but evidently not too excited to take the pants you were looking at right out of your hands. “You’ll have to try everything on for me. Even though I’m adamantly opposed to anything that covers your legs.”

You tried to take them back and he casually moved out of reach, adding a blazer to his haul. “Just because I’m built like an elephant seal doesn’t mean I’m actually insulated-”

“Hey-” You jump at the sudden appearance of a sales associate, a beautiful woman with an undercut and dangly earrings, and flush at the reminder that you were in public. She points an empty hanger at you sternly. “We don’t do self deprecation in here.” The hanger tip shifted over to Punz. “Are you not telling her how beautiful she is enough?”

You can feel your face turning purple as Punz claims, "I can't: I need to eat and sleep sometimes," and starts plucking one of everything off the racks without bothering to check sizes.

"Wha- Punz! Stop that! I don't need-"

"What you need is to let me love you!"

Undercut woman has a giant grin as she turns to walk away. "I'll get a dressing room open for you. Name for the door?"

"I don't need-"

If Punz wasn't trying to smother you in twisted affection, you might've started to get pissed off at the way he interrupted you again. "Bunny!"

"You're gonna get a foot up your ass in a minute here!"

"She don't bite," he insists, wrapping a thick arm around your neck to yank you against him. He starts pressing fat kisses to your hair, the kind where he just puckers his lips ridiculously and smacks them against you. The first few are gross. The next annoying. Then he starts cooing about she's just a sweet little thing and your attitude crumbles like a wall, entire body melting against him like a stray that's finally caving into affection.

You can feel his lips curl into a wide grin against your head, but you can't make yourself rebuild that wall when he's nosing your hair away from your ear so he can whisper, "are we done being a brat, baby?"

“...yeah,”

His finger crooked under your chin, gently lifting your lips to his for a soft kiss. “Yeah? My sweet girl’s gonna let me dress her up?”

My girl.

You stole another kiss, dropping one on Punz’s jaw as you pulled away for good measure. “At least grab the right size, you big lug.”

You may as well have promised him a puppy. His grin stretched wide across his face, bottom lip pulled between his teeth before he ducked his head, hiding from you. He nuzzled into your neck, puckering his lips so they just barely grazed your jugular, feeling your pulse race. “Yay,” he murmured, arm around your shoulders sliding down your back until he could grip your soft waist. “Because as hot as you look in this dress, I don’t approve of how the leggings hide away our tummy.”

“You mean my tummy?”

“I’m filing for joint custody. You don’t appreciate her enough.”

“I appreciate her just fine. It- fuck me, now I’m doing it! Give me something to put on!”

He cackled, tugging your collar aside to check the tag and leaving you to rifle through the racks. “I’m gonna build you some outfits,” he promised, flicking through some camisoles to add to his armful. “And I wanna see every single one.”

“I thought you wanted to make it to dinner at some point.”

He found one in your size and handed you the completed stack. “Then you’d better run that cute ass into a stall for me. Ooh, swimsuit sale!”

You huffed and rolled your eyes all the way to the back of the store and all the way into the dressing room until the door was shut behind you. You only allowed yourself the time it took to strip and redress to think about how warm you felt inside. How nice it felt to have someone who wanted to drape you in silks and pouted when you made him settle for overpriced plus-size fashion. Someone who was ready to watch you try on one of everything, knowing full well how long it’d take.

You settled the blazer over your shoulders and turned to the mirror, lips pressing together.

By no means were you ashamed of your body… but you leaned more towards ‘screw the world I don’t owe it to you to fit your beauty standards’ and less towards ‘I’m fat and fuckable.’

The flared pants sat just too low to tuck away your muffin top. No matter how you tugged on the camisole, it couldn’t cover that inch of skin- unless you wanted to walk around with your bra out.

“Shoppin’ for my baby!” Your gaze snapped to the door, hearing the rhythmic shuffle of feet. “Shoppin’ for my bunny!” You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing- if he heard you, he might stop singing. “Shop ‘til you drop! Bop-bop-bop! Gonna get a crop- top! Yeah, I could’a been a rapper. Fuckin’ missed my calling.”

“You so did,” you called out, threading the buttons on your blazer as you bumped the door open. “What would your rapper name be?”

“Lil’ Pucky,” he called back without hesitation as he turned. Blood rushed through your ears as his jaw dropped open, eyes cruising up and down your form so intensely you worried you’d forgotten to put clothes on at all. “Hello, bunny.”

“Hi,” you giggled. You gave a twirl and laughed when a swoon of “oh, ass,” passed his lips. “You like?”

“I love.” He groped for your waist, pulling you into his chest until you could feel his heartbeat through your right tit. “I changed my mind: you can wear pants, but only these.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yup.”

“These are better than the leggings?”

“Leggings are too tight. Anything that delays me from getting in your guts for more than six seconds is going in the bonfire.”

Your hand came down on his shoulder and he pretended it hurt, stumbling into one of the plush chairs. “That’s why you wanted to take me shopping! You figure if you buy me enough, you can get rid of everything you don’t like!”

He couldn’t even pretend to feel guilty, a grin wider than a fucking canyon stretching across his face. “It’s gonna be short dresses and tight pants if I have my way.”

“And what makes you think you’ll get your way?”

He held out his hand, a silky two-piece bathing suit with a halter strap top and a skirt layered with frills dangling from his fingers. “Because I found this in your size-” his other hand revealed a mesh shopping bag half full, “and enough panties for Sam to steal as many as he wants.”

You accepted the swimsuit to try on, but gave an apologetic smile. “I’m very picky about my underwear: I don’t want you to be upset if I don’t wear what you pick out for me, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I’m working off a reference.”

There’s two beats where you process his words before you’re beating him with the swimsuit. “You’re the one who ended up with my panties?!”

Punz didn’t even move to block your hits, hand coming up to lay over his heart. “I pledge my allegiance every morning, first thing.”

“Where did you hang them?!”

<3E>

“I can carry something, you know.”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Punz piled the bags all onto one arm as if he took your offer as a personal offense to his strength and very manhood, looping the other around your waist. “Taking a fine lady out and making her carry her own bags- who do you think I am?”

You’re getting used to his dramatics: you barely acknowledge him as a stall catches your eye. “Ooh, boba!”

His arm doesn’t budge around you, but it doesn’t keep you in place like you’ve experienced before. Your path shifts towards the drink shop and his elbow pulls straight for barely a second before he shifts right with you, letting you lead him wherever you desired. “That milky stuff with the gross balls?”

“Yes, but no.” There’s laminated menus on the tables so you pick one up and scan the flavors. “You’re thinking milk tea with tapioca pearls. I get fruity tea with popping pearls.”

“You’re really cute, but I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I’m gonna blow your mind right now.” You slipped your card out of your purse as you walked up to the counter to make sure Punz knew you were buying this time. “Hi, can I get a large strawberry fruit tea with green apple pearls?”

He barely gets out the total and asks for a name for the order before Punz slaps his card on the machine from the side. "'Punz': exactly how it sounds, but with a 'Z'."

"I was gonna pay for it, asshole!" The only response you get from him is his signature on the pad- which is nothing more than a colon and a 'P'. You stuck your tongue out right back, skipping out of reach to snatch up a straw from the pick-up counter. "You're gonna let your guard down sooner or later."

"You make it sound like you're gonna kill me." You drag the straw across your throat. "Wow," he snorted, pecking the tip of your nose, "total savage."

“I know. I’m totawy scawy.”

“Fwightening.”

“You’re a dork,” you informed him with a huff of laughter, stabbing your drink as soon as it arrived. “Poison check,” you claimed, taking the first sip. You skewered a pearl for him before handing it over. “Alright, taste that thang.”

You waited eagerly as the straw passed his soft lips, on the edge of your nonexistent seat as he took his first sip.

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

You rescued your drink before smacking his arm. “No taste!”

“It’s about as good as fruit can get, but it still tastes like fruit. Give me a burger any day.”

“I’ve never met such a dumb man,” you huffed, sipping for yourself.… Okay, so it had too much ice, but it was still delicious!

“Liar,” Punz accused as you started your walk again. “You’ve met Sapnap.”

You bumped into him with purpose. “Yeah, but it’s cute on him.”

“Ouch, you’re really wounding my pride there, bunny,” he drawled, making sure his sarcasm seeped through every word. “As if I could be jealous of Sappy.”

You could feel your lips curling into an evil grin around your fat straw before the thought of what to say even formed. “I don’t know: he’s cute, and strong, and a gentleman, and he’s great with his tongue-”

“Alright, you’re pushing it!” A cry left your lips as he snatched your cheek, pinching only hard enough to pull it around a bit. “Talking about another freaking guy this much, even if he is my teammate-”

“Leggo uh meee!”

He gave another yank before releasing you with a huff. “Such a little brat…”

His tone changed. It was slight, but there was a definite change- enough to make you stop and backtrack. Did you push too far? Was he actually insecure and being compared to Sapnap was a jab in the gut? Or maybe he was just getting sick of your attitude when he was treating you like a princess.

“I’m sorry.” Punz let out a small noise from the back of his throat that you took as prompting to continue. “I don’t know why I even said that, but I’ll try not to be such a- such a brat.”

“It’s okay,”

“It’s not-”

“Why are you upset?” He turned to look at you properly, pulling you to a stop once he saw your expression.

You huffed, frustrated that you had to say it out loud, but more frustrated at yourself. “Because you’re wonderful to me-” His hand came up to your cheek, warm and soft, and suddenly your eyes were clouding up. “And you don’t deserve all the snapping I do-” There’s a lump growing in your throat. “And I don’t even know why I say that kind of shit because I’m having a great time with you-”

“Oh, honey bunny.” You caught a glimpse of his handsome face twisted into concern before he was pulling you into a nook for some semblance of privacy, setting your bags on the floor before hauling you tight against his chest. “Oh, you’ve really worked yourself up over this, huh?” You know it’s not really a question, but you find you’re nodding into his shoulder anyway. You don’t even feel like you’re crying: there are tears streaming out of your eyes, but that’s it. Almost like someone’s left the faucet on and forgot about it.

Punz’s lips press firmly against your head, hands rubbing circles against the tense muscles in your back, like he was trying to find the button that would make it all better. “Can I tell you something, bunny?” His lips briefly twitch into a tiny smile when you nod mindlessly against his shirt. “I know you’re having a good time. And I am, too. And I know you just like chatting shit. Makes you feel strong, huh? Like you’re big and in charge?” You didn’t even realize it before he put it into words, but he was exactly right, earning another nod. “And you wanna know something else?

“I like chatting shit, too.” You pull back as you realize the tears have stopped, and he only lets you go a few inches before he’s holding you still with warm hands on your waist. “The boys told me all about your drive before our movie night. You know how Sammy threw his little tantrum over your seatbelt?” His choice of words pulls a throaty laugh from you that makes him grin. “We all want different things when we’re with you, bunny. Sam wants to make sure you’re taken care of, so when you brat, he’s gonna nod and take it until you run out of steam and ask him nicely, then he’ll give you anything you want.

“But I kinda like to fight, bunny. Nothing mean, but when you poke me, I wanna poke back. I think it’s fun just like you do, and I think we could have a good time pushing each other to the limit to see who gives.” His lips twitched. “Now, Sappy: I think that boy just wants to die under a big woman, so you gotta watch out for him, make sure he’s still breathing when you sit on him-”

You try to smother your laughter because this is serious, but then you’re imagining a headline that says, ‘Local Man Attempts Suicide By Pussy,’ and you break into manic giggles that send you right back into Punz’s chest as he laughs with you. His hand rubbed up and down your back, slow and soft, melting your form against his.

You turned your head once the giggles calmed down, taking a deep breath of his cologne while you listened to his heart. “I still feel bad,” you admitted. “Like I pushed too far.”

“I promise you didn’t, baby.” The speed of his answer makes you melt just a bit more. “I get being worried about it, though, because I do, too…” He hummed as he thought. “Sappy said you guys decided on a safe word?”

You nodded against him. “Pineapple,”

“Pineapple. Okay, so how about we both promise that if the other crosses a line, we say ‘pineapple.’ Then we know it’s an actual ‘no’ and not just more playing. How’s that sound?” You give another nod that he returns with a squeeze. “You want me to take you home, baby?�� You’re shaking your head without a second thought, pressing yourself deeper against him. You get another squeeze in response, a silent, ‘I won’t leave you.’ “You wanna get some dinner?”

You forced yourself to pull away, his fingertips trailing over your body as long as they can until they hook onto yours. You beamed at him. “That sounds really nice, old man.”

Punz laughed. “Let’s go, then, brat.”

#angymouse #puckbunny #punnysqueaks #minors dni #mcyt smut

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Ockiss24 day 7: Dare! With that, we complete the week!

Ocs: Cobalt (inkling), Yuki (octoling) (ft. Boron in foreground)

World: Splatoon

Drabble below! Warning there are slight drinking mentions!

It was Cobalt's birthday, and all of his friends had been invited over for the party! It was a nice little gathering arranged by his closest friend Neon, and everyone else chipped in with snacks, games, and of course drinks.

Cobalt doesn't do alcohol, but plenty of his pals partake - and it seems that Taro and Yuki are about to both have their first taste.

Taro spat it out almost immediately, while Yuki considered the taste, shrugged, and chugged the rest of the bottle before he could be told maybe that wasn't the best idea!

Needless to say, it was strong stuff and Yuki got a little tipsy. Mercury was sure to supply him with plenty of home made bread in an attempt to soak up some of it.

The night rolled on, and Boron organized some games! Everyone had some fun with cards and some other stuff as everyone that does drink slowly gets down to Yuki's level of drunkenness.

But then, with a grin, Boron fished the bottle that Yuki drained from the trash, holding it over his head.

“Spin or dare! Let's do it!!” Boron cheered, giggling to himself.

“Spin or dare?” Taro asked inquisitively.

“Its spin the bottle with a way out!” Boron says, “usually you spin and kiss whoatever it spins to, but we got peeps like my sis merc who haaates to kiss at parties, and cobalt only smooches dudes! So!! If it lands on you and you're not kissin shit, you gotta do a dare that the spinner picks!! You can go back and kiss if the dares too much, but yeah! Who's in???”

Everyone was, and the game began! Of course, majority was doing dares, though Neon definitely cheated with kisses on foreheads and cheeks. Not to mention she's always wearing a gas mask, so it feels more like a puppy headbutting the recipient than anything.

Eventually, it was Cobalt's turn! He spun the bottle hard, a couple of his more drunk friends cheering about the speed. Slowly, it slowed down, until…

…it landed on Yuki.

An uproar of ooh's come from the drunk peanut gallery.

Of course it had to be Cobalt's crush. And Yuki was not only drunk, but he had a 100% dare rate so far. As much of a nice present a kiss would be, Cobalt knew his chances were likely low, if not zero.

Yuki, after he finished staring at the bottle, scooted over by cobalt, knocking the bottle to the side on the way. From a light dare from Rhodi earlier, Yuki's usual face mask was hanging off his right ear, to stay off for at least one more turn. A weak dare by Spin or Dare standards, but appreciated by Cobalt in secret. Yuki's pouty, flushed face was really cute!

A ways away, Yuki continued to stare, his thin, still-growing-back tentacles waving around in the air. Was it stress, or because he was hammered?

Taking it easy, Cobalt rested his weight on one of his arms, momentarily re-adjusting his little birthday hat before he glanced back at Yuki. “So, I'm guessin’ it's a da-”

Before he could finish, Yuki had smushed his lips against Cobalt's, with enough force that it kinda hurt a bit. They froze there for a bit, stuck in the moment. It was long enough that Cobalt heard Boron's camera go off, likely immortalizing the moment forever.

After some time, Yuki pulled back. Flustered and drunk, and strangely as breathless as Cobalt had been left. He squinted at cobalt, a warbling little octoling noise rising from his throat before he spoke.

“I ain't a coward!! I'm takin yer dare too!!” Yuki announced, sitting back on his knees and crossing his arms, “Do your WORST, Cobalt!!!! I'll take it all!!!”

“Oooh, tell em Yuki!” Neon cheered.

Cobalt… couldn't think of what he was going to even dare before.

“I- u-uh- um…” Cobalt stuttered, “i-i really don't know! I guess- i guess do whatever you really really want to do????? I dunno!! I think you win here!”

Yuki considered the words, a thoughtful tentacle touched to his chin, as his arms remained crossed. After a moment, Yuki nodded to himself.

And then, he wormed his head into Cobalt's lap, closing his eyes.

“I'm gonna nap then!” Yuki declared, getting cozy. “It's real late. Gimme your bed if you got other games!! To do! But yer not aloud to kiss ANYONE. ‘Cause… ‘cuz I won. That's why!!”

And with that, he was silent. Several friends cackled over the situation, and several more pictures were taken. The game is thoroughly disrupted, so breaks are had to eat more snacks, talk, and take bathroom trips.

“Eh, s-sorry about the brother of mine…” Taro apologized, “Taro did not think he would be a… well… drunk crazy. Would Cobalt like Taro to move him?”

“I-it's fine! Let him sleep it off. He'll probably wake with a nasty hangover, so I don't mind letting him take my bed. Everyone who's had a drink will probably be sleepin’ over anyways.” Cobalt replied with a smile, patting Yuki's head gently.

“Ok! Um, where will cobalt sleep? With Yuki?” Taro asked curiously, seeming quite invested in the answer.

“Would he really want that, you think?” Cobalt asked, “I want him to be cozy, and from what I gather about him he doesn't really like being close to people, especially while out of it. You know?”

Taro thought for a long minute, deeply considering the whole thing. “Eh… then maybe do rest near, not in bed? Yuki wakes in night sometimes. Wakes scared, and needs who he trusts. He does trust you. Yuki will need someone if a hang-over adds to this. Taro can stay with other guests - and Cobalt, you get me if Yuki asks, ok? He does like soft beds in bad times.”

“Sounds like a plan!” Cobalt replied, and gave a thumbs up.

The night went on, and ran somewhat late. Those staying settled in the living room, and those sober enough to leave bid their farewells, save for Taro. He was set up with a blanket and pillow close to neon, second earliest to sleep.

Cobalt gave Yuki his bed, digging out his air mattress to use nearby. As Taro predicted, Yuki woke up sometime in the night, and the hangover made his night-terror awakening much worse. All through it, Cobalt was there for him, and woke Taro to help.

In the end, Yuki made Cobalt stay in bed with him after the nausea settled down. Taro took the air matress Cobalt used earlier, and things settled down into a more peaceful quiet.

“... Hey, Cobalt…?” Yuki muttered softly, stirring him from the edge of sleep.

“Mhm?” Cobalt muttered quietly, arms around the octoling reassuringly.

“... I'm sorry I did that earlier… the kiss.” Yuki apologized, “E-even if it was part of the game, I feel bad for doing that without asking if you were ok with it….”

Cobalt shook his head. “Don't be. If I didn't feel like it, I wouldn't play. And… I really didn't mind yours.”

“You sure…?” Yuki asked.

“Mhm. M’ sure.” Cobalt replied, barely paying attention to his words as he drifted off, “I'd let’cha kiss me as maaany times as ya want… whenever ya dare to… goodnight.”

With that, Cobalt was asleep. Yuki stared at him in the dark for a little while longer, ruminating on his words until his looming headache made him shut his eyes again.

He cuddled up closer, moving blindly until his lips found Cobalt's again. It was much shorter, but even more enjoyable with a clearer head.

Afterwards, Yuki relaxed, and finally felt safe enough to sleep again. He cuddled as close as he could be.

“Goodnight…”

#splatoon #splatoon fanart #ocs #inkling boy #octoling boy #inkling oc #octoling oc #oc #ockiss24 #oc kiss week #cobalt (oc)#Yuki (oc)

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aftermath 3

A flashy intro sequence reading “TTA Aftermath” flashes across the screen as a merry tune plays. A clip montage of scenes from the past four challenges play- mostly the humiliating ones.

The screen glitches, and the camera pans out and down to a swanky studio. Former contestant Caesar is sitting on a suede couch in front of a clearly cardboard back wall. Former contestant Bonnie is seated next to him, holding an electric cattle prod. In the bleachers off to the side are every camper who hasn’t made it back, or who’s been eliminated so far- Courtney, Ass, Julia, Staci, Mal, Frollo, Kelly, Austin, McLovin, Michela, Sha-Mod, Joner, Patrick, Kitty, Fren, Max, and Peter.

“Are we on?” Caesar whispers off to his side. Bonnie shrugs. “Alright, then! Welcome back, ladies and gents and everyone in-between or outside- I’m your host, Caesar Flickerman, and this is Total Takes Action: The Aftermath! Joining me today is my lovely co-host, Bonnie,” Bonnie zaps the air with the cattle prod for emphasis. “And our lively peanut gallery.”

“What’s that thing for?” Max asks pointing at Bonnie’s right hand.

Caesar rolls his eyes and points behind the shorter boy, to where Patrick and Julia are holding hands behind them. Both are covered in little zap marks.

“Anyway, we’ve got a great, action-packed episode today, so don’t tune out on their behalf!” he says. “For our first segment, let’s invite our newest peanut gallery citizen, Peter!”

Peter stands from where he’s seated beside Alistair and carefully maneuvers down the steps and into the hot seat- now a comfortable pink armchair.

“Peter, darling, we all lost our minds back here at the studio when you willingly took the fall for Scruffy, stranding O- what inspired that decision?”

“Well,” Peter shuffles nervously in his seat. The camera focuses on Julia for a moment, who looks away uncomfortably. “I just felt like it was the right thing to do.”

“Brilliant. To hell with the competition, today let sportsmanship take the lead! We do have a question from our “frequent flier fan”, River: What’s your girlfriend’s name?”

Peter seems to relax at the change in tone and smiles, holding out his front-pocket picture to the audience. It depicts a short redhead. “Lois,”

The audience aws and Caesar grins. “It must be nice having your sweetheart at home instead of on national TV, huh?”

“It’s a huge relief,” he says. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with being on TV, but-”

“Of course, I understand. I know I’ve had my fair share of… inopportune moments that are immortalized forever! Isn’t that right, Bonbon?” he turns to address the co-host. They nod.

Caesar thanks Peter for his time and the squat gentleman returns to the stands. “Let’s see… Scary? Has anyone seen Scary?”

An intern rushes up and whispers something in Caesar’s ear. He nods curtly. “Okay, then- our next guest is known for his flair and fabulous talent- Alistair!”

The pink-haired gentleman comes down from the stands, taking a seat with his legs crossed in the chair beside Caesar and Bonnie’s couch. “Happy to make it,”

“You’ve been here since noon,” Bonnie says dryly. They are ignored.

“From fan-favorite with your own bustling “frendom” to an underground method actor- how does it feel?”

“I wouldn’t call myself “underground”,” Alistair starts, chuckling nervously. Crickets from the peanut gallery. He clears his throat. “Well, it’s been a complete and true honour being able to test out my improv skills on this show. Though, I do prefer the stage.”

“Understandable. Let’s see some audience questions, shall we?” Caesar shuffles the cue cards in his hand. “Alistair- what are your thoughts on Patrick and Julia, and what are your thoughts on Patrick? Do you think he’s cute?”

The audience oohs and Alistair turns a little red. He chuckles. “I’m a bit out of his league, don’t we think?”

“You take that back!” Julia stands and points at him. “That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about!”

“You… want me to be attracted to your boyfriend?”

“Everyone should be attracted to my boyfriend! It’s how I know I’m winning!”

“Yeah!” Patrick chimes in. “Everyone knows the best way to rate your attractiveness as a man is by how many gays are into you.”

“Exactly!” Julia says.

Alistair rolls his eyes.

“Speaking of couples,” Caesar says, standing. “It’s time for the first game of the episode! If we could have Julia and Patrick, Michela and Max, and Sha-Mod and McLovin join us on the stage…”

The furniture begins to roll back by itself, and a large section of the floor disappears below before popping back up with three loveseats. The designated pairing give each other nervous glances, but none look more bothered than Patrick and Julia. They’re the last ones to arrive on the stage, and definitely the last to sit. Patrick puts his arm around her for good measure.

Caesar paces the stage in front of them. “Welcome to Wedding Watchers- the ultimate compatibility test, designed by yours truly,” he places a hand on his heart, and then clears his throat. “Here are the rules.”

Bonnie weaves between the seats as he speaks, handing a white board and marker to each player.

“I will ask a simple question based on compatibility- the partner in the right hand seat (my left, your right!) will have to guess how their partner answered it. For every correct answer, you get a point,”

“What do we win?” Max insists.

“What happens if we lose?” Julia talks over him.

Sha-Mod and McLovin are thumb-wrestling silently in their seats, as if they’d already forgotten what was going on.

“Winner gets to choose something from our mystery voucher basket!” the camera pans over to a wicker basket full of envelopes. “The loser gets humiliated on national TV. Is that not enough? Or…” Caesar grins. “Should we bring out the sharks again-”

“NO! Humiliation is enough!” Julia snaps.

“Kidding, kidding. Only teasing, Jules,” Caesar chuckles, then sighs. “Ready?”

The couples look between each other. Patrick leans in to whisper in Julia’s ear- “Follow my lead.”

Max sighs and Michela pats his shoulder. Sha-Mod and McLovin are arguing about who can draw a better T-Rex on their whiteboards.

“Alright- first question. At what age did your partner have their first kiss?”

“WHAT does that have to do with compatibility?!” Max snaps.

“Oh, nothing. I just love drama,” Caesar chuckles. “You have thirty seconds.”

A large metal divider slides up from the bench, separating the lovebirds. Patrick curses to himself and Julia whispers- “I can’t see over your shoulder- what now?”

“Guess,” he murmurs back.

“And… time! Let’s see those answers, folks! Julia and Patrick?”

The metal dividers slide back down and Julia and Patrick stare, flustered. Finally, Julia holds up the board- in shaky handwriting- “never.”

“WHAT!” Patrick shouts. He turns around his board- 16.

“Wait,” Julia reads the neat Expo marker handwriting. “Was I your first kiss?”

The audience aws. Patrick turns red. “No! Of course not! It was… someone else,”

“Either way,” Caesar cuts in. “No points. Maxchela?”

Max holds up his board- 12. Michela turns her around- 12.

“I had a summer camp fling once,” she laughs nervously while Joner freaks out from the audience.

“Sha-Mod and McLovin?”

The two look up nervously, then hold up boards with sprawling mathematical equations on them. “We forgot the question,”

“Hm… Peter, can you-?”

Peter is already jotting down notes on his hand from the audience, then looks up, flabbergasted. “I can’t believe it- both answered 14,”

“A point for Shalovin!”

“WHAT!” Julia yells. Caesar ignores her.

“Next question- where is your partner’s dream wedding destination?”

The metal dividers slide up again, cutting off the pairs once again. After 30 seconds of hurried scribbling and thinking, they disappear once again.

Patrick and Julia are first.

[IN FRONT OF HIS MIRROR]

Patrick squints. “Why, you little-”

“Trouble in paradise?” Caesar pops up behind them. They both force smiles and shake their heads. Patrick turns around his board- [Cabo]. “Shame- zero points! Maxchela, you’re up!”

Max holds up the flimsy whiteboard again. [Vermont.]

Michela turns hers. [Trinity College Library]

“What?” Max asks. “I thought you said that was impossible.”

She shrugs with a smile. “I’m coming around to it,”

The audience aws. Caesar places a hand over his heart. “Adorable. But, unfortunately wrong. Shalovin?”

[the shadow realm]

Caesar blinks. McLovin turns around his board- [the shadow realm]

“Well. I guess that counts!”

"WHAT?! HOW?" Julia shouts in frustration.

“How would that even work?” Bonnie asks from the suede couch, leaning against the back and casually watching the proceedings.

“Our evil shadow world twins would be our best men!” McLovin states, matter-of-factly. Bonnie rolls their eyes.

“Okay, next question- “What is your partner’s favorite color?””

After another hurried half-minute of scribbling, Julia holds up [NONE. BECAUSE COLORS ARE GAY].

“Patrick?”

[Red]

He stands and slams his board on the ground. “I DO NOT TALK LIKE THAT!”

“You called the color orange gay LAST WEEK!”

“That’s an objective fact!”

“Why do you say that every time we argue?! It literally isn’t a fact, it’s the actual definition of an opinion!”

“Like you would know, female!”

“I swear, call me ‘female’ one last time…”

Caesar holds back a chuckle and turns to Maxchela, who are watching the display curiously. Finally, Max turns back to the camera and holds up his board. [Black.] Michela turns her after another second of listening to Patulia scream and throw things at each other. [Black]

“Another point for you two- and Shalovin?”

The two look up from their boards in confusion, as if they’d again forgotten they were playing a game. They hold up matching drawings of a T-Rex with laser eyes.

“Huh. Well, it’s the same, so I’ll count it,”

Julia turns. “OH MY GOD!”

"Why should we even have to play this dumb game? We don't have to prove ourselves to these freaks!" Patrick insists.

"You couldn't be bothered to ask one question about me since we've started dating and all you do is talk about yourself!" Julia snaps. "I don't care about your Valentino, gaywad!"

"Your hair is fake blonde!"

A little "I knew it" comes from Max.

"It is not! You're a terrible liar, a terrible contestant, and a terrible person! And guess what- if Scruffy were here, I wouldn't have even TALKED to you in the first place, loser!"

Patrick gasps. "You take that back!"

"Make me!"

We’ll be right back.

---

“Welcome back to Total Drama Action- The Aftermath! I’m your very charming host, Caesar Flickerman,” he grins. Bonnie sits beside him, pointing the cattle prod at Julia every time she swipes at the pair. “And this is my lovely co-host, Bonnie.”

The stage is now back to normal, bar from Patrick and Julia being kept on either sides of it.

"So, are you two finally calling it quits?" Bonnie asks.

"NO!" They both shout. They sigh and Caesar giggles with delight.

“Next up, we have a very special treat-” Caesar starts as a few interns roll in an outhouse. “That’s right, with just a few days before the big finale, we’re having all the former TTI contestants, and all the failed TTA contestants cast their votes for who they’re voting for- team O, or team Scruffy! Inside the outhouse, you’ll find a few more audience questions to, um, ponder on while you’re writing. Let’s go alphabetically, shall we?”

---

Alistair sits in the outhouse, flipping through a few dozen letters. He sighs. “Junk mail, junk mail, bill… my, my, how I miss my fictional frendom,” he tosses away the envelopes, completely ignoring the ballot box.

---

Austin grind the tip of the pen between his teeth while grinning, reading through his fan mail and giggling. He chews too hard and the pen explodes in his mouth.

---

“You know who I’m rooting for? NO ONE! This entire cast is just a bunch of miserable hungry piglets sucking on the chapped teet of the talented,” Ass snarls. “Not me! I’m not letting this show run me dry!”

---

Bonnie shrugs. “I guess, O. I feel bad for Scruffy but they need to get a grip. Then again… maybe I’m not one to judge. I mean, I wouldn't start getting up at 5 AM to run laps around the studio, but I'm also not known for handling things very maturely. Maybe... I don't know, maybe Scruffy just needs some support,”

---

“Obviously O,” Courtney starts. “He’s dedicated, kind, generous… he’s an excellent person, and he knows how to put his foot down. I respect that! Now, what’s up with all these letters about me and… them?”

---

Frollo sits silently in the confessional, flipping through his Bible and drinking tea. His massive stack of letters sits untouched.

---

Joner hums to himself as he sorts out his mail, laughing out loud at a few. “Man, these are crazy,” he pauses. “How much time do I have left in here? Oh, well- for the record, Jonah Boner was McLovin’s idea. He’s really good at coming up with nicknames,”

---

“Everyone here sucks. Everyone,” Julia snarls, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall. “But… I guess Scruffy deserves the win.”

---

“O, easy,” Kelly says. “We need a little more compassion in the world.”

---

Kitty sits in the confessional, chewing on the letters they’ve received.

---

Mal sticks her tongue out at the camera.

---

“O, I think?” Max says.

Michela confirms with a nod. “Definitely O,”

---

“Tough. It’s tough, everyone’s so nice,” Sha-Mod ponders. “Scruffy? Or O?”

“You do one and I’ll do the other, so that way it’s even!” McLovin continues.

“You’re so smart babe,”

---

“Whatever,” Patrick mutters.

---

“O. No, Scruffy’s worked so hard- but O is my friend…” Peter thinks aloud. “Fine! O it is. Going with my gut.”

---

“Scruffy. What?” Staci asks. “They have some serious reps, they’re way smarter, and they’re doing it for a cause. It’s a no-brainer,”

---

“Looks like O is in the lead,” Caesar reads aloud the poll results as Staci leaves the confessional. “Not surprising. But, as luck would have it, this segment concludes today’s aftermath- don’t worry! We’ll be back again soon to host the thrilling end of Total Takes Action. For now, I’m your host, Caesar,”

“And I’m your other host, Bonnie,” Bonnie says from the couch, turning the cattle prod on Patrick as he growls from the stands.

“And this has been Total Takes Action: The Aftermath!”

#aftermath #sorry this one is kinda short #I want to get to the finale

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