#secret fuck buddies but they truly hate each other
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FOR EDUCATION IN MALICE SERIES...
#im curious#will i listen idk#btw these fuckers r getting nastayyy in the strangest places#but i wanna focus and build their tension#secret fuck buddies but they truly hate each other#malice series#azriel x reader#azriel
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Dirty Little Secret
Summary; She had everything she was ever supposed to want but the only thing her heart truly desired was Eddie's love
Warnings; Angst, smut. MDNI, 18+
I don't really write a lot of smut so if this was terrible I apologise ❤
Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.
Requested; No
No one knew that Eddie drove her wild in the confines of his bedroom. That she left nail marks on his back and there was love bites between her inner thighs from where he spent what felt like hours nipping at her skin, sucking and teasing her sensitive spot.
No one knew they drove each other wild with orgasms, that hickeys sprung over her chest and he liked to finger her with those talented fingers of his underneath the bleachers at school stifling her moans with his other hand.
And no one knew that she was in love with him. Not even Eddie himself. That despite having everything she could ever want or was supposed to want it was Eddie she longed for the most.
She had popularity, a coveted spot on the cheer team, and friends in high places. She should have been on top of the world.
In reality, the only thing she truly wanted was Eddie's love and it was something that truly alluded her.
Because to Eddie, she was just a fuck buddy, his dream girl was her best friend and she was just... Convenient. He couldn't have Chrissy so he went after her.
At first, she didn't care. Eddie was hot and she was very attracted to him, the sex was mind-blowing so it didn't matter.
Until she began to fall for him and now everything was fucked up.
At school, they were enemies, they "hated" each other and it got harder and harder to keep up that rouse.
Eddie was a moaning mess as she straddled him, his hands grabbed hold of her ass while she rode him quickening her pace as she clenched around him.
Her orgasm was so close she could feel it.
"Jesus H Christ you feel so good princess" he moans and he leans up mouth clamping over her breasts leaving hot feverish kisses over them.
She comes just as he does and the sensation were glorious. He moans into her neck, sucking on her skin.
"Fuck". He groans and he opens his eyes, kissing her softly. Tenderly she moves off him and watches as he gathers his clothes, there's a knot in her stomach and she feels sick.
They fuck then he leaves or she leaves and she hates it, she wants more but knows he won't ever be able to give it to her.
Tears silently rolled down her cheeks and Eddie notices freezing.
"Fuck, princess you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?". She shakes her head and settles back in her bed
"I don't think I can keep doing this Eddie". He freezes as he is pulling on his jeans.
"What?". Wiping her eyes she pulls on her underwear and dress and all of her feelings come out.
"I'm falling in love with you Eddie and I know that this is going to end with my heart being broken". He gapes and looks like he doesn't know what to say.
His silence is deafening and she sighs sadly, she can't force him to feel what she wants about her. He either feels it or he doesn't.
"Do you love me, Eddie?". His beautiful brown eyes widen and she waits and waits. Her heart breaks.
"I should go". She gets up and pulls on her jacket.
"Wait don't go, princess". He tugs her back to him and she looks at him, the agony in his eyes, it's exactly how she feels but she knows it's just because he will miss the sex.
He won't miss her. Pulling free she hurries out of the trailer and gets in her car driving home.
She was always just going to be his dirty little secret.
🖤
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x you#eddie munson/reader#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x y/n
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Kinktober ‘22 Oct 3. Teacher/Student (WIP)
TOMBUR, 17!Tom 26!Wil, power imbalance, high school, drug use
no NSFW (yet)
lots of jumping around since it’s unfinished, ignore all errors
* ⋆★
Tommy wouldn’t necessarily call himself a good kid.
He would do his homework. He attended all of his classes. He’s averaged an A so far the entire year. So yes, by textbook definition, Tommy was a good kid.
1 Snapchat Notification: Anthony 🤯
“Right before p5 meet C hall bthrm”
“Bring cart Nathan feening 💀”
But he knew the only reason he ever made it through the day was thanks to his passing period restroom stops.
Anyone attending a “Western” high school can explain to you the ins and outs of the passing period bathroom breaks all the teens line up for. Each group eagerly awaits for a friend who has the supply.
And if you’re painfully unaware of the dark market being run in every bathroom stall, Tommy loves to explain it as a “social thing”. He’s just generally a better person like this. It’s an easy conversation starter, a fast in, a way to curry favor with more well-known kids in his school.
And he’s realized his grades have never been better.
Ever since he started smoking weed in his tenth year, he’s found he’s a rather studious smoker. His grades improved dramatically. Math seemed to make sense and he wasn’t struggling with anxiety from his testing. Stiff seats are easy to sit still in when your body finally relaxes. Class notes now fit smoothly in his brain between his knowledge of minecraft and song lyrics. Nothing negative seemed to be coming of his habits, despite the fear he gets from running in this little underground market. Passing a teacher in the halls can be a normal life versus permanent felony situation if they so much as ask to search his bag.
“…that fucking bitch doesn’t know her left from her right. Mate, I swear to God, she asked my chemistry teacher which one is which.”
Tommy chokes on the nicotine he’s hitting, lungs collapse into laughter. Promptly he erupts into a fit of coughing
“Yo, dude, get that checked out…” One of his friends in the stall next door said. “Ha, as if. Imagine being like… ‘Hey mum, my nicotine addiction might be affecting my health, mind if we take a look at it down at the ol’ doctor’s office?’”
The stalls laugh at the absurdity of ever revealing this secret to their parents.
Who cares if he’s started coughing from the metal shards when he laughs?
The day he truly understands he’s a functioning addict is when he makes his fifth stop in the C hall restrooms, waiting for his friend Jay while squatting on the toilet, as his other friend pretends to be doing “normal stall things” (as he puts it).
He knows the risks every time, six boys crammed into a stall to trade flavors and discuss about the girls they want and the bitches they hate, the snake “friends” who rat out others and the teachers they despise. He’s always ready to jump to shut everyone up when a teacher walks in. Sometimes, however, his guard falls.
Fifth period Tommy attends a US History class, something he had wanted to take since he saw it was an available course. His love for the subject, plus his new found study buddy, made the class a perfect choice in his mind.
Tommy didn’t mind attending the class. It had taken him upwards of three weeks to learn the teacher’s name (Mr. Gold, but the class called him Soot), and who he was (he was hired by the school three years ago and has been a teacher ever since), and his love life (he has a girlfriend, but all his classes found a picture of her on his instagram and they think he can do better).
He didn’t, however, have a hard time committing Soot’s appearance to memory.
His curly hair fell perfectly every day without a fail. The tight button up shirts he wore required him to roll up his sleeves if he ever wanted any relief from the room’s broken AC. It’s hard for Tommy to not follow his hands switching between the board and the lesson plan on his desk.
He’d be lying if he didn’t say he thinks that Mr. Gold was finer than the heavens. It seemed to be a popular debate in this girl’s restroom, too; was Mr. Gold hot or was it just the power dynamic?
As Tommy sits with his legs up between the railing and the wall, inhaling his cart like it was his life force in preparation for his fifth period class, he turns his phone for his friends to see. “You can’t tell me he isn’t hot!” He says as he gives the phone over to an equally contorted friend of his. “Gold? Tommy, you’re crazy. He isn’t that hot.”
“Listen I’m not gay but I’d be a victim. I’m just saying.” Tommy takes the phone back as he preheats the battery. One of his friends nods in agreement.
As the debate continues over the attractiveness levels of Wilbur's instagram posts, Tommy pulls up an old high school yearbook photo of the man. “You can’t say you wouldn’t want William Gold to fuck you, I honestly think I give this man fuck me eyes in class accidentally.” Tommy practically yells to prove his point to Aj.
Suddenly, a loud presence enters the bathroom.
“Ok, I know there’s more than one of you in there. Everybody out.”
The boys look around nervously to one another as Tommy holds back laughter. That is definitely Soot.
There is a tense pause. No one wants to respond out of fear of punishment (and slightly because he had to have overheard the conversation they were just having). “Guys, I’m not playing games here. Let’s go. We can take this to the head if we need.”
Quickly the boys hop down from their acrobatic positions and grab their backpacks.
“One, two, three of you!” Mr. Gold sighs at the sight. “Wow, no! There’s more! Five? SIX? There were six of you in there? My God it’s like a fucking clown car.”
The boys shift nervously under his look. “Listen, I don’t care. It’s just protocol. You’re lucky I’m not taking you down to the counselor, it smells like weed in here.” Everyone exchanges quick looks as they continue to try to hide the obvious vapes inside their hoodie sleeves.
“So you just… don’t care?” Tommy pipes up. His friends shoot him scathing looks, as if telling him to not push their luck and get out while they can.
Wilbur seems taken aback by the question. “Well, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s just… Listen, don’t say I’m letting you guys smoke in the stalls. I’m not. I just think you’re smart enough to not be dumb with it again.”
“But if you were truly concerned for our safety wouldn’t you confiscate our shit?”
“Listen, this is great energy Tommy, how about you keep it up in class and stop giving me fuck me eyes the entire period. I get you’re high but try a little harder.”
The entire bathroom goes silent before erupting into laughter. People with no business in the situation Tommy can hear snicker in the background.
“I’ll make sure to have you work for your money today.” Tommy says before Gold shrugs him off to prepare for his incoming class.
“I am so sorry you have to attend his class now.” Tommy’s buddy Nathan pats him on the back. “The sexual tension during lessons boutta go crazy” Aj jokes as he motions Tommy to head to class with him.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Tommy says as he sits in front of the classroom door with his head in his hands. “How do I look him in the eyes? I’ll just skip class by going to the nurse.”
Aj jumps in front of him before he can leave. “We’re already five minutes late. Please let’s just go in. The longer you wait the worse it gets and you know that.” Tommy reevaluated his choices before finally agreeing that Aj was, in fact, right, and that they should attend class.
“Tom Simons, nice of you to join us.” Soot singles him out in the middle of his lesson. Tommy’s equally guilty friend slips into the back of the classroom undetected. “Please, take a seat.” The sarcasm drips from his lips.
Tommy sits in his usual seat far in the back next to Aj. The work was boring mundane class stuff. They used their laptops to research the battles fought during the American Independence War and Tommy finished within the first three minutes.
Tommy raises his hand to gloat to his teacher, ready for the victory as he tells Soot his work is “too easy” and to “give him a challenge.”
“I’m done, easy shit.” Tommy says when Soot finally strolls his way over to the seat. He wasn’t prepared for Wilbur to lean over behind him to read, or the way he said “Good job, Tommy” as he got up (he can’t help but imagine him whispering “good boy” into his ear).
His eyes shoot up to meet Wilbur’s. Every quick retort he had loaded to fire falters. He feels like he needs to say something.
“Can I go to the bathroom?”
“Weren’t you just in there?” Soot makes a sarcastic sad face to mock Tommy’s surprised expression. “I remembered hearing a conversation about being a victim, if I’m not mistaken?”
Aj laughs as Tommy goes pale and forcefully chuckles. “Hey, haha, listen man, I-”
“Ok everyone, please discuss with the person next to you the notes you should have completed by now.” He redirects his attention back to the class, the low tone now projecting off the walls indicating he was referring to everyone.
Tommy turns to face his friend on his left. His shit eating grin left Tommy regretting his entire day.
“Can you send me the answers? I was too busy watching the in house entertainment”
About a week had passed since Tommy was caught, and he was being as careful as possible. Last thing he needed was another run in.
His fourth period lunch left quite a lot to be desired; in the mornings he was never hungry. Instead he fills himself with flavored air, weed, and a severely diluted once-iced coffee.
The lunch period only housed one friend every day, but on alternating days up to seven people would sit with them for lunch. Either way he was too high to notice anything happening around him. No difference was it to him if there was one or eight people, as long as he was being supplied the bodies didn’t matter.
These alternating days with a lot of people leads to everyone slowly making their way to the bathrooms after eating, using it as a pit stop and waiting out the remainder of their time.
Tommy had been waiting since 10:15, and the period ends at 10:30. He was finally getting his new cart today. For the last week he was either smoking scraps from all his empty carts at home or his friends’ at school. His “friend”/dealer had told him to wait in here but it was becoming ridiculous.
1 Snapchat Notification: Rizz 🤝
Rizz: “Soot’s on my ass but omw”
Tommy: “dude don’t come in here if Gold is gonna catch us.”
“he already doesn’t like me 💀”
Rizz: “Skill issue he doesn’t think i’m shady.”
“Or at least didnt before this.”
“Honestly Tommy i’d rather save my own ass and give u the shit before he catches me with 16 carts 💀 i’m dealing today i’m way overdue”
Tommy nervously taps his foot in the bathroom stall. He toys with the $50 in his pocket, rolling it up and flattening it. Honestly, he hates the way Rizz deals. His constant lateness, the sloppiness, as if he doesn’t care that this is something serious. This can be a crime if found out by the wrong person, and everyone will be in legal trouble. But to people like Rizz the real world doesn’t exist. The only reason Tommy continues to buy from him is because he gets a $15 discount (Tommy and Rizz’s cousin used to have a thing).
As he fumbles with the airbar in his hand he hears his “friend” walk in. “Open the stall door,” He knocks and Tommy unlocks it. “Here you fucking go.” He drops the cart in Tommy’s hand before opening his palm for the payment.
As he reaches for his pocket, the front bathroom door opens and the boys are sent jumping.
“What’re we doing here?” Gold asks the duo with his arms crossed. The door slams shut behind him.
“I’m paying him back for a meal he bought me last week,” Tommy explains as he gives the money to Rizz. “It was expensive.”
“I can tell. That’s a pretty big wad of cash. How much?”
“$50”
“And how much is a cart?”
“$65, so you can stop being weird about it now.”
“Ok, and so the constant going in and out of the bathrooms, Rizzario… is that just for fun or?”
He puts the money in his pocket. “It’s a pastime of mine. You should see the architecture up in here, truly stunning.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you get a kick out of it. Get to class.”
Tommy’s unfortunate second capture does not deter him from immediately smoking the cart with his friends minutes later in the same stall. He has been waiting for a week and he’ll be damned if he has to wait any longer. The lack of food in his system, along with his slightly reduced tolerance, makes walking to fifth period a little harder than usual.
Immediately upon sitting down it is revealed to Tommy by a kid sitting two seats ahead of him that there’s a test they are taking today and that he’s the only one who could “possibly forget about as big a test as this one.”, and he realizes he’s screwed up when even Aj is caught cramming at the last minute.
“Tommy, are you aware you failed my last test?”
“Yes Mr. Soot, I’m well aware. That’s actually why I wanted to talk to you today. I think I’m a pretty good kid. I do my work, I participate in class, and up until this point I have passed every test with flying colors. Please understand that I do try in this class and I’m not afraid to do extra work to get my grade back up. I’m not asking you to just change my score, I’m really wondering if there’s anything I can do to work for my grade.”
Soot turns to face Tommy, taking off his glasses and laughing. “A good kid? I’d hardly call you a good student.”
“What? Are you crazy? I actually do your work. I do more work than anyone else in any of your classes. I’ve never missed homework, or class work, or done poorly on a test before this. I always answer questions in class and respond when you try to have open discussions in class.”
“And yet, despite all that, you’re not a good student.”
“You’re mental!” Tommy exclaims. “Listen, if you don’t want to tell me where I can get extra credit in my grade, or if you just don’t want me to, then say it! I don’t want nonsense.”
Soot stands from his desk to address Tommy. The silence in the air hangs tight as the man evaluates his words. “You know you’re lying to yourself when you say you’re a good kid.” He finally says. “You know you come into class high every day, with barely any awareness. You babble off in group discussions for minutes on end, related to and not related to the topic. Your homework is subpar at best.”
“At least it’s done, man.”
“We’re not friends, Tommy.”
“Yeah, no shit, I know that. That’s why I came to you in person after class.”
“Mrs. Mark told me you resolve all your issues over email.”
Tommy’s mouth gets dry. Why’s he talking to Mrs. Mark about him? She never liked him much or his tryhard attitude in her stupid Advanced English Language class.
“Did she say I’m a bad kid? I swear she hates me. She’s always picking on me in class.”
“It’s honestly funny Tommy, because if you tried at all you could be such an exceptional student.” His demeanor shifts. Tommy can’t put his finger, but it seems like Gold has something he’s hiding. His mind instantly jumps to things Mrs. Mark could’ve told him. “Everyone keeps telling me that. Clearly it isn’t true if this is me trying.”
The tired teacher throws his hands in the air. “Once again! The lying! You’re so blind to it.” He walks back to his desk from the board for a final time. Throughout his speech he traces the wooden grain on his desk, eyes not leaving the boy’s. “Tommy, listen. You’re such a bright student. You’re wasting yourself with this crap. I know everyone knows you, I understand that you’ve gained quite a highly positive popularity status in this school when it comes to the social hierarchy. But if you just tried you’d see how much more you can do with yourself.”
“Forget it, Soot. I’ll just do better on the next one.”
“Maybe we’ll resolve this over email.” Gold writes out his number on a late pass before handing it to Tommy. “However, I am much more likely to respond over text.”
“No shot.” Kim says as she hands the money to the shopkeeper. “Strawberry Kiwi elf please, love.”
Tommy fumbles, laughing as he pulls out his phone “I swear! Look, it’s saved right here.” He shows her Gold’s contact on his phone, the only texts sent being a “hello” from each of them.
“Then let’s call him.”
“What?”
“If it’s really him, let’s call him. We’ll grab a coffee and walk down to the tracks and call him.” She grabs the box from the cashier. “Thanks, and can we also have…?”
“Cherry Cola Diamond please.” Tommy points to the wall. He reaches over the counter to grab it from the guy. “We can’t just call him. I feel so nervous. What if he’s actually just trying to get me in serious trouble? I mean, look at us.” He points around to the smoke shop they’re in. “This isn’t ok.”
Kim starts walking to the bin down the hall as she unboxes her new toy. “Listen babygirl. Everyone in the school wants that man. You should hear how people talk about him.” She ghosts the nic before dropping it in her cross body bag and strutting out the door, leaving Tommy to catch up. “Bag him, bitch.”
After much debate and argument, finally, at one pm on a saturday, after smoking a joint and walking on the train tracks, Tommy’s finger hovers over the call button.
“Kim, I can’t do it.”
“For christ’s sake,” She hits the button with his finger and puts it on speaker before shooting him an encouraging thumbs up.
As the line rings, Tommy seriously considers laying down on the tracks until the 1:30 pm train hits him.
Finally the line picks up.
The microphone shuffles up against some fabric before becoming clear. Soot’s groggy morning voice seems to burn through his ears.
“Hey, Tommy. Sorry I was sleeping. What’s up?”
He opens his eyes wide and shakes his head no to Kim, who just continues to nod her very adamant yes.
“What am I supposed to say?” He whispers to her.
“Hello?” Soot calls out confused.
“Ask him if he’s free to chat after school tuesday.” She says obviously as she rolls her eyes. Tommy just gives her an almost disgusted look back. “I can’t just… oh my god.” He redirects his voice to the phone. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” Was all he could manage.
Gold chuckles slightly. “Don’t worry. I needed to wake up anyway to grade all the homeworks.”
“You’re seriously gonna be grading homeworks?”
“No. You caught me.” They both lightly laughed before realizing they seriously don’t know what to say. “Uhm, what are you doing?” Gold finally asks.
“I’m hanging with my friend Kim, we’re under an overpass by the train tracks.”
“You’ll have to show me one day.”
“It’s right across from the school, maybe I’ll show it to you one day during your break.”
Kim squeals through her hands and kicks her legs like a middle school girl watching her friend call their crush.
“Yeah sure, I’d like that… Listen I should probably get my day started so I’ll-”
“Oh yeah no now of course, I understand. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Hope not, we don’t have school.”
“Ahaha, right. Forgot. Sorry, bye Soot.”
“Have fun Tommy,” Soot squeezes in before ending the call.
Tommy looks at Kim with a hatred in his eyes. “That was terrible.”
“…and then she made me call him!” Tommy explains his weekend to the morning bathroom bunch.
“You know Kim loves the drama. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s telling everyone right now!”
“Forreal man, why’d you even tell her that shit?” Kim’s ex boyfriend speaks up. “Trust me, she’s a conniving little shit.”
“I’m like best friends with her twin sister Janie ok? The friendship extends to her. Also she asked me to get nic with her. I couldn't say no, she always pays for me. Everyone thank Kim for the free nic.”
“Thanks Kim”s were mumbled throughout the stall.
Aj shoved Tommy hard enough he falls off the wall. “What did you even say? You can’t end there.”
“I was a nervous wreck! He like woke up to pick up the call and his voice was so fucking hot guys. It caught me so off guard to hear it was like one pm, I don’t know why he was sleeping…”
Tommy spent the remainder of their ten minute morning smoke sesh to fill them in on everything that went down, as well as field questions from his friends.
He wouldn’t lie, he loved it.
Just like with weed, it seemed as though good things only came with getting involved with Gold.
He was putting in good words with all his teachers (including Mrs. Mark!), he was the shit in all of his classes, and everyone wanted to know what was going to happen next.
Gold, as well as the rest of the staff of course, were painfully unaware of the rampant “teacher and student” buzz circling around the smoke circles.
Since Tommy’s last little stint with Gold it’s been one week and three days. Nothing has changed, except for having the favor of every teacher he has a class in. He’s too nervous to take the first step into a possible slippery slope of relations with his teacher (as any normal person would be. But sadly, Tommy is not a normal person, not by a long shot, and he knows this as fact as he lays in bed wondering what it would be like to have Gold 6 inches deep in him)
It’s hard to go to school when everyone thinks you’re fucking the teacher. It was supposed to be a joke, the whole thing; Tommy always chooses one joke a year to be his running gag. He had chosen the gay joke “crush on my teacher” route because of how ludicrous the idea of him and a male teacher ever getting together was to him. It was a joke he often made about the old, prehistoric male teachers he had in ninth year, as well as some of the older women too, though most were married and he always thought it felt wrong to talk like that about them.
The weekend rolled around once more and Tommy spent his time out late at friend’s houses, and finally out until two am on Sunday night. He had begged his parents for hours and when they said yes he didn’t care about the consequences of his decisions.
Finally, reality caught up to Tommy, and for the first time since he first started drinking in eighth grade he wakes up with a hangover. Classes seem damn near impossible to stay awake for. He deems his sunglasses aren’t providing enough darkness and accessorizes with a hat from the lost and found bin, in hopes that now the fifth period fluorescent light combined with seeing Soot’s arms won’t make him vomit all over himself.
He strolls into class three minutes late due to having been kneeled over the side of the toilet in the single stall gender neutral bathrooms just minutes earlier. Apparently it’s clear to everyone in the class he’s a hot mess, because all he can hear is everyone asking him if he’s doing alright. He dismissed each one with a “Yeah, no, just tired. You know how school is.”
Before he knew it he was face down on his keyboard.
Tommy was awakened thirty minutes later to the sound of a bang next to him. Mr. Gold had lifted the entire desk combo before dropping it on the ground. “See me after class, Tommy.”
He could probably feel the smirk from Aj’s face even if he was on the other side of the world.
“Really? Falling asleep in class? That’s a new low, even for you.” Gold reprimands him. Tommy stayed. Yes, even he is surprised by it. Usually he’s the first one out the door if a teacher has an issue with him. But something in him almost wanted to hear what he had to say. He was excited for the man to tell him everything he did wrong, how to improve, what to do.
“I’m sorry Mr. Gold. It won’t happen again, I swear.”
They both looked at each other for a minute. “What is your sixth period class?”
“Gym. Such a bore, I hate my teacher so much. She’s so pregnant she can’t even stand near us because she’s scared someone’s gonna hit her.” The two laugh at the situation. “I mean, I can’t help but wonder why she doesn’t just go on maternity leave. Almost all the female gym teachers are pregnant this year.”
“Hey, they got a lot of free time over the summer. What else are they supposed to do?”
“They don’t have to keep fucking like rabbits!” He jokes and they laugh.
Silence once again falls over the room. It’s like something stops them from ever holding a conversation beyond some jokes. They’re too scared to laugh for too long, too scared of being too close, and Tommy’s way too nervous to actually make the first move. Everything relied on Soot.
“Call me Wilbur.”
“What?”
“You can call me Wilbur. William isn’t my first name. Well, it is, but I go by Wilbur.”
“Real quick let me just,” Tommy pulls out his phone from his back pocket and changes Wilbur’s contact name. “I like it. And here, we’ll take a selfie for the photo.”
Tommy turned around and extended his arm to get the two of them in the picture, snapping it before saving all changes. “I think this was a productive chat, Wilbur.”
“Don’t call me that in class or we’ll have issues,” He jokes around (but Tommy feels the difference in the weight of those words). Tommy mocks him before grabbing his bag and heading for the door. “Before you go,” Wilbur stops him just inches shy of the door. “Want to show me that underpass?”
Wilbur called Tommy’s gym teacher, making her aware that the boy was “making up a failed test” and would not be able to attend the period. The two sent off on their walk, Wilbur with his messenger bag and Tommy with some snacks he had in his locker.
Their destination wasn’t far away by any means, but the walk felt like forever as they desperately grasped at straws in order to make small talk.
“So you got a girlfriend?” Wilbur looks at the boy before pulling out his phone. “This is her,” he says, showing a photo of a skinny blonde woman, eyes green, teeth white. “Her name’s-”
“Jenine?”
“Please stop stalking my socials.” Wilbur jokes as he puts the phone away. “But yeah, Jenine. We actually- well, she, actually - decided we should go on a break about four days ago. Took all her shit out of the flat.”
Tommy was taken aback by the demise of their relationship. They seemed really happy from all the posts he saw. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear, man.”
The brunet smiled genuinely. “Nah, don’t worry. Just got more space to put all my useless shit in”
“Like what?”
“I dunno, figured I’d put up shelves to fill the big empty spaces and pile it with games or books or whatever a normal person puts on their shelves.”
“Well what does a non normal person put on their shelves?”
“Youtooz. Way too many to be healthy.”
“I won’t lie, I have a collection too.”
jump #1
Tommy sits on the freezing bathroom stall tile. It looks clean enough to sit on, and he hopes the wet feeling on the back of his leg is actually just his imagination. His bag is over in the corner and his jumper is blocking the awkward vent between the door and the floor that someone might be able to see him through.
The smell of marijuanna that has permeated into the walls of the gender neutral bathroom made his head spin. Tommy couldn’t help but feel slightly bad. What was supposed to be a bathroom for people became a smoke spot. However, it doesn’t stop him from pulling out the crack wire from his bag and hooking it up to his school computer.
He turns the cool glass over in his hands and traces the black mouthpiece. It was almost empty and he didn’t have another 50 to drop. As he places the wires in their appropriate spots he pulls out his phone.
The glass heats up and he takes a hit as he types out a message to his dear friend.
Wilbur (US HISTORY)
can i have a fifty
He knows he won’t respond. It was a dumb thought to even ask him, he fucked up the second he sent the text. Wilbur isn’t dumb. He’ll know it’s for a cart. There’s no way in hell he’d go as far as supplying the boy with drugs.
Wilbur (US HISTORY)
can i have a fifty
I’ll give it to you
after class, ok?
Tommy waits behind after class. Aj’s confused look as he walks out the door is all it takes for his stomach to get queasy again.
jump #2
“Tommy, do you know why I never wear these?”
Tommy, confused, replies no.
“I hate them. I like to think that if I just pretend I don’t need them my eyes will be able to see just fine again. Like a common cold, my eyes will just get over it. But that’s not true, obviously, as we know. You’re not a good student Tommy. You have some serious underlying issues that you’re just self medicating with weed and nicotine and adrenaline rushes. You try to trick yourself into thinking you’re a good student just like I try to trick myself into thinking I don’t need these.” He picks up the glasses before setting them back down. “I don’t know if you’re really all that ‘good’ of a student.”
“I do everything you ask!” Tommy yells. “I have literally done everything you’ve asked. Do you understand how stressful school was for me? Do you understand I had nearly no future in school before this? I was skipping my classes constantly to game and play with my friends. I couldn’t sit still or focus in class ever. Information never made sense. I have found what works for me. One day I’ll be old enough to learn I don’t need it to function. I’ll have options and resources available to get help. I don’t right now though. I have to work with what I have. Something isn’t right up there and weed fixes it. Sorry if you don’t like it but that’s how it is.”
“Tommy, you act like I dont smoke weed myself! I know what it’s like!”
Tommy falls silent. He furrows his brow and contorts his face. “You smoke?”
“Why do you think I gave you that fifty? Why do you think I never actually bust anyone? Tommy, I get it. I did the exact same thing. I still do. The only way I can ever grade all of your shitty homeworks is if I’m high. And I know what it’s like when there isn’t any other option because I didn’t have any. I want to find you what you need.”
“Probably a psych evaluation.” Tommy laughs to himself. “I’m serious, Tommy.”
“Wilbur, I truly appreciate the concern. But “teacher helping me find myself” wasn’t exactly in my life plan. It’s all laid out perfectly, I just have to make it to 18.”
Wilbur stares in disbelief. “Living every day just to make it to eighteen isn’t any way to live. Barely making it through your weekdays just to party on the weekends isn’t healthy.”
“No shit sherlock.”
“I think I will get you a psych evaluation if you keep talking back”
“Alright, fine.”
#poppytwt#problematicmcyt#problematictwt#problematic#problematicfanfics#tombur#poppyblr#ver’s wip poll
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a high school Olli/Allu AU in which they're both fuckboys... 😏 (just the idea, not actually gonna write this, but you may look 💅)
as a former high school teacher I can barely bring myself to read high school AUs let alone write them but !!!!!!! y'all, this one that I just came up with would be the cuteeeeeeeessst high school AU 🥺
so we'd have Aleksi as the bratty snobby rich boy hanging out with his fuckboy buddies (let's say Arttu Lindeman and Isac Elliot 🤭 Robin would be his actual best friend since kindergarten though, but he goes to a different school)
and Olli would obviously be in his own emo fuckboy friend group 🥰 (except Porko is maybe less emo and more...twinky 😅 and Niko with his bisexual bob... 🤔 jesus, how come they ALL looked so fruity when they were teenagers?! 😂 even Joel looked kinda awkward and trying too hard to appear heterosexual (and failing))
anyway! at school they'd pretend to hate each other's guts, or just ignore each other the very least, but they go to the same chemisty class or something, which none of their friends took because it was the super early Monday morning one, but Olli had no choice because he needed that course and all the other courses clashed with his bass lessons, and Aleksi couldn't fit the other options in his schedule either because of his...twinky fuckboy lessons? 😂 idk I'll come up with a funky hobby for him later lol
yeah, anyhow, perhaps they're even lab partners and low-key crushing on each other, although they'd never ever admit it to anyone, because to Aleksi's friends, Olli is a stuck-up loser emo kid, and to Olli's friends, Aleksi is a posh douchebag showing off daddy's money, and they both have no choice but to laugh along with their friends (because that's what teenagers do to fit in), but during their shared early morning chemistry classes Aleksi has noticed Olli is actually super sweet and funny and that his "bitchy" appearance is due to him just being sort of socially awkward with people he doesn't know yet, and Olli soon figures Aleksi is more friendly and down-to-earth than he leads on 👀
I am yet to decide how their relationship would develop from then on, but I suppose they find a way to spend more time together even after their chemistry course ends 🤔 maybe they take the same optional music class (jazz or something none of their friends would be interested in) and that's when they finally realise they have more in common than they thought, and so their secret friendship deepens 😌 and now this is the part where I'm asking you to imagine them having exchanged phone numbers (because they're sure they couldn't follow each other on social media without their friends noticing, and if they did they'd never hear the end of it, and right now neither are ready to deal with stuff like that), and yeah, imagine them hugging and giggling into their pillow in their bedrooms respectively while texting each other in the evenings 🥺💞 first they just chat about school and the music project but eventually about other stuff too and they feel all 💞💓💕 because they feel like they've finally found someone who truly understands them 😭
and maybe one day after the music class they stay behind to voluntarily clean up the classroom or perhaps to practice together, and Olli is blushing and 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 when Aleksi asks him to help him out with some bass/guitar stuff, and of course they need to be standing quite close together for that (okay maybe they don't need to but they absolutely want to), and then they look up at each other and realise just how close they are to each other and... 💕💓💞💗💖🥰
and that's how they figure out not only that they're both fuckboys, but that they both also...fuck boys 😌
(but no, they didn't do it in the music classroom (...at least not for the first time 👀))
(also included in this AU: a Joel/Joonas/Niko love triangle, with both Joel and Niko crushing on Joonas, and Joonas happily loving them both lol, and Tommi just...doing everyone's math homework I guess 😂)
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I love you idiot: Terrance x Philip oneshot. Cw Canon typical Canadian Behavior lots of farting and queefing.
They had been costars for so long. Why couldn't he see it, was he just stupid no he had to know after 20 years Philip had to know that Terrence was hopelessly in love with him. They were more than just friends and he knew that why else would he let Philip suck him off all those times when he was drunk?
Terrence had been subtly flirting with Philip for years, doing so many little things from saving him some extra of his favorite food backstage or making sure to compliment him on everything from how funny his farts were to how handsome he looked.
But that all changed when they came around the queef sisters Katie and Katherine they were so unfunny Terrence truly hated them and he knew Phillip did too but no the network just had to set up a big wedding for the four of them saying it would "bring in the ratings the Canada channel needed". And it did so now Philip was unhappily married to a woman that thought shooting air out of her vagina was comedy gold. He hated it.
Katie wasn't a bad person but her queefs were just so disgusting, every time he had to hear her laugh to herself after queefing he wanted to gag.
So Terrence decided to start spending more time on set it was the perfect excuse whenever he didn't want to spend time with Katie he could always just say
"I'd love to do that babe but you know I have work and, I don't think the Network would be very happy if I just didn't show up you know?".
Today was one of those days he was tired of having to deal with Katie's shit first she burns breakfast then she cries because she brunt breakfast all while queefing the whole fucking time he had to get out of the house so he did, he used the same excuse that worked every time.
and just like that he was out of the house and on the set of the Terrance and Phillip show walking around just trying to kill time before he had to go back and deal with Katie's
shit, he noticed someone out of the corner of his eye smoking a cigarette as he got closer he realized it was a blond that he would have recognized anywhere
"Philp, why are you here?".
The blond was caught off guard dropping his cigarette onto the ground
"Oh, no reason, friend just getting some work done".
The blond said nervously.
"That's bull shit and you know it, Philip!"
Terrance yelled at his blond co-star.
"Why is that bullshit Terrance can a man not go get some extra work done."
The blond replied while picking up his dropped cigarette.
You can but I'm pretty sure work doesn't involve you standing here smoking, also I thought you quit why are you smoking again"?
Said the Canadian
"get off my case, you're starting to sound just like her!"
The blond said in a yell.
"Like who, what are you talking about Philp?" said Terrence.
"Katherine, I'm talking about Katherine, I can't stand that nagging bitch"! Philip
started to cry his pretty black eyes begin to leak water all the emotions he had been trying to keep locked up begin to flow out of his eyes
Terrence hated seeing Philip cry and the fact that he had been keeping his true feelings a secret for so long was too much.
Terrence begins to feel tears dripping down his cheeks, he knows what he has to do Terrance closes the distance between himself and Phillip and begins to embrace the male in a hug wiping the tears from his long-time friend's eyes
"It's going to be okay buddy im here for you we can talk or",
before he could finish what he was going to say a noise could be heard, and a smell Terrence was very familiar with filled his nostrils Philip had farted, he couldn't help it all the sadness and anger left his body and he began to laugh and before long Philp joined in and the two male were standing there embraced in each other's arms laughing it felt like heaven.
In the heat of the moment, Terrence got the courage to say what he had wanted to say for the past 20 years.
"I love you, Philp". He said while farting.
#south park#south park fanfiction#crack fanfic#Terrence x Philip#Sp Terrence#Sp Philip#kyle broflovski#Cartman#eric cartman#kenny mccormick
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send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.
@athenafire asked:
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Meredith Fables
attractiveness:
repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.
“When I believed her to be nothing more than an Earthling farmgirl, she seemed reasonably fair-looking despite her unkempt attire,” Cooler admitted, his obsidian lips thinning distastefully as he released a scoff. “Now, having seen what she truly is beneath that unassuming veneer, I feel nothing more than disgust in her presence.”
personality:
grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.
“Idiotic, vexatious, and dangerous. An undesirable combination,” he seethed, drumming his fingers against the armrest of his hoverchair. “Nonetheless, I can applaud her bravado, however misplaced it is. And knowing what she truly is now…I’m quite curious to see what other secrets this little planet has hidden before I conquer it.”
how likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.
“No.”
level of friendship:
never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.
“Also no. She is an unpredictable threat that needs to be dealt with.”
first impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
current impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
“As I have previously stated, her human visage gave an unassuming veneer that I had foolishly overlooked. I didn’t particularly care a thing for her, deeming her a mere annoyance that could be ignored. I was wrong,” he sneered, ceasing the motions of his digits as he shifted forward, propping his elbows over his armrests and folding his hands just below his chin. His scarlet eyes narrowed. “I don’t think well of her, but perhaps she may be of some use to me. She’s a threat, certainly…but more so to this planet than anything else. Something triggered that form. If I could find out triggered her into becoming that monstrosity…she could make an effective weapon against this planet, if needed…”
His frown curved upward into a small smirk, haughtily resting on his sharp features. “But if nothing else, sparing her did provide me with some satisfaction, getting to hold it over the head of a certain baker…”
#[athenafire]#[inquiries; response]#[he doesn't have a high opinion of Meredith]#[but he certainly thinks she is interesting and may be useful down the line]#[even though we didn't get to finish that event (irl stress killed my mood and made me busy) I do want that to have some impact]#[Lea and I decided that when Meredith returned to normal Lila asked Cooler to spare her]#[which he did to hold something over Lila and because he thinks Meredith could be a potential weapon against the planet and Saiyans]#[every time he stays on this planet he grows more baffled but curious by it and its people]
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Alright fuckers. Here is some analysis from someone who has hated the guy since I found out what he's done. Yes I'm talkin about Peepaw Willy here.
So with the pages Link, the person I'm submitting this to, posted there are some things to consider. Canon FNAF is actually really vague on some things. The murders are a prime example, it was hella obvious that William is the one who killed them, but not the one who put them in the suits. The Marionette is the one who was shown to put the children in there as a "gift." Then you find out later that Charlie Emily was murdered first and put inside that suit. So it's not an exaggeration to say that she made that choice for them but again, not really confirmed.
But Kole, I hear you asking, what does this have to do with William's choice to murder. Well you see, I don't think it was what he was aiming for at first. Let's take a look at his work schedule, fucker worked relentlessly, that is a canon thing. Worked late nights, since he was a founder of Freddy's, Baby's, and a robotics company, it's safe to say he was a very tired man. When you are that tired, you are more easily suggested into things. And since he was working at an already haunted attraction. Anything could happen during the late nights and early mornings.
You wanna say that's a stretch? Fine. How about after the first murder, Charlie. It was no secret that again, in canon, Henry and William were buddies. So killing someone who in the very least, you've known their whole life, doesn't do great things to your already tired mind. So whatever got him to kill the first time could easily use the distress to make him kill again. And again...And again-
Which brings my next point. He didn't kill Michael. I want you to really hear me when I say this. He chose not to kill his son. He could have easily done so when he left. If William truly was unaffected but all of this and did not care about anyone but himself, he would have killed Michael. No problems about it. Michael was a teen, William's killed one of those before. What would be one more to him. But no, instead of killing or forcing Michael to be just like him, he left.
And then we get to the journals of William. If he felt no guilt, no remorse, if he was so sure of himself and what he was doing; he wouldn't have gone mad. You see a very obvious and gradual decrease of his mental health and how love turns into bitterness and hate. People who don't regret their actions with a situation don't suddenly have a mental break out of no where.
AND FINALLY. He keeps coming back, to anything Freddy's related specifically. As much as it's become a meme, there seems to be a reason for that. Freddy's is at the center of this, anyone with a knowledge of the attractions would be able to follow the same paper trail Michael did. Maybe, just maybe, William needs someone else to end him. He's dug his grave so far in that whatever has a hold on him, won't let go. He needs someone else to pull that trigger. Playing God only works but for so long until you have to sit down with yourself (which he has had to do a lot and not by choice) and go, "Y'know I don't like how this turned out." And once you admit one small thing to yourself, everything else eventually follows and smacks you.
So.
TL;DR William Afton is a shitty dude but fuck guys, he can still be an unwilling participant.
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And we can't forget the canon implications surrounding Charlie's death either, namely that we aren't even sure William actually killed her.
We know he was THERE when she died, but unlike every other 8bit mini game death, there was no blood on Charlie
Several people have theorized that a combination of the cold, the rain, and the strain from being scared and alone was enough to overwork such a young child's heart. To my knowledge (yes that is a disclaimer) we don't ACTUALLY know for certain if it was even a murder at all! I'd like to think that with how consistent each 8bit mini game was, there would've been blood animations, like there was for William, when Charlie died IF she had been murdered.
But let's say William DID kill Charlie, this is where those implications I was talking about earlier come in. We learn from Midnight Motorist that William was an alcoholic, and with the clear absence of Elizabeth from the Afton household we're led to belive this is AFTER her death, but before Crying Child's. Put simply, William was NOT handling her death well. It's 100% possible that William was drunk the night he drove to the restaurant while Charlie was locked outside.
It's possible that he killed her on accident
William, in his drunken state, might not have even known that it was Charlie until the next morning, when Henry gave him the news.
So if Charlie WASNT murdered, or her death WAS an accident from poor decisions and grief, it's not unreasonable to see how little he actually planned at least her death.
Now I'm NOT saying he didn't kill the other children on purpose, because he did, HOWEVER his reason as he stated HIMSELF was so that he could give the children their happiest day, so he could make a family that couldn't leave him.
Remnant is THE driving force behind everything William does, because he knows that if he can keep it tethered to this world, the person is never truly gone.
I think that William, stricken with grief at the loss of his two youngest children, drove himself mad trying to save his family. He chased a power only made known to him once he saw Charlie was still hanging around after her death, he tried to play God, and like every character who tried to play God, was driven to insanity by it.
William believed he could save his children, and his grief made him desperate to put them back together, to fix whatever was left of them so he didn't have to say goodbye to them. He only wanted Michael dead once he actively tried to undo everything William gave his life to achieve. William could have killed Michael a thousand times ever, but he didn't, because he couldn't stand to lose the last of his children. But that desperation to hold onto whatever you have left CAN be overpowered. William could not let Michael destroy everything he achieved, it would, in William's mind, equate to sacrificing his life for nothing. To have given everything: his life, his family, his morals, his sanity. To have given everything he had just to watch it fail in the end was something William could not allow. So even if it meant killing his own son to protect what he had made, William was not going to fail
#submission#YES this could have been its own separate post BUT I DONT WANNA#MY BESTIE SAYS WORDS AND THEN IT MAKES ME SAY WORDS#LEST WE FORGET THE IMPLICATIONS OF IT ALL#dave posting#it kole!#it blake!#fnaf lore#fnaf william afton#william afton
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Kiyoomi receives an unexpected bouquet of sunflowers on his graduation day. It's handed to him by one of the organizers of the event without saying who it's from.
Kiyoomi is confused. Maybe he just got confused for someone else. His anxiety spikes at the thought of some poor soul seeing him holding a bouquet that's supposedly theirs.
There's no note on the flowers nor was there any clue to who the sender might be. He expresses his worries to his cousin Komori who only laughs. "Why is it that your first assumption is that they made a mistake?
Haven't you thought that it might come from a secret admirer?"
Kiyoomi frowns. "Don't be ridiculous. I don't have a secret admirer. I'm me."
Komori merely rolls his eyes at that.
After the ceremony, friends and classmates begin pulling him around for pictures. It's a tiring affair.
And he wouldn't have put up with it if it weren't for Komori's insistence. He's not particularly close to his classmates so he doesn't get their desire to take pictures with him as if they've always been buddies from the start.
Maybe it's just the adrenaline of the event.
He knows graduating college is a big deal. They've all worked so hard to get to this point and there really is a chance they won't see each other in the future anymore.
But Kiyoomi isn't sentimental to those he doesn't feel attached to.
People keep asking him where his bouquet came from which only fuels his irritation.
He doesn't know. And fuck does he hate not knowing.
He's asked Komori plenty of times if this was some sort of prank on him but Komori says he has no idea and is curious himself.
He really feels like he just stole someone else's bouquet and he's starting to panic.
When finally the round of picture taking ends, Kiyoomi rushes out of the venue to see a familiar mop blonde hair waiting outside.
"Miya?" He calls out.
Atsumu turns around and smiles when he sees Kiyoomi, bright and brilliant. His eyes are shining like rays of sunlights. Atsumu reminds him of sunflowers. Like the bouquet in his hands. If anyone deserved a bouquet, it was definitely Atsumu. Not prickly, grumpy Kiyoomi.
There must have been some kind of mistake, truly.
"Hiya, Omi-kun," Atsumu greets.
"What are you doing here?" Kiyoomi asks. He wants to act annoyed but the tug on his lips give away his true feelings about Atsumu's presence.
He's happy that Atsumu is here.
Of course he is. He's been pining for YEARS. He's going to try out for the team he's in despite it being several miles away from home.
He's really got it bad.
"Congratulations on yer graduation," Atsumu says, ignoring Kiyoomi's question. Then his eyes fall on the bouquet of flowers and smirks. "Nice bouquet ya got there. Who's it from?"
Kiyoomi stalks closer to Atsumu, leaning down to whisper dramatically into his ear. "I actually don't know. I think the organizers made a mistake and gave it to the wrong person. I'm scared someone will come to me and say how dare I take their flowers."
At that, Atsumu bursts out laughing, doubling over and hitting his knees.
Kiyoomi glares at him. He doesn't appreciate being laughed at when he's being serious.
Atsumu wipes a tear from his eyes. 'Ya crack me up, Omi-kun."
"Why are you laughing? I don't want to be accused of stealing someone else's flowers."
Atsumu lets out a few more chuckles but ultimately stops himself to give Kiyoomi a reassuring smile. "Ya don't hafta worry about that, Omi-kun. The flowers are yers. So enjoy them."
He gives Atsumu a suspicious look. "How would you know?"
Atsumu's cheeks show the faintest of blush as he scratches the back of his neck. He smiles sheepishly at Kiyoomi. "Ah, well. That's because they're from me."
Kiyoomi's eyes widen in shock. "What?"
"Just a lil gift for yer graduation day." Atsumu smiles softly, looking everywhere but Kiyoomi. "Do ya like it?"
Kiyoomi looks down at the bouquet in his hands with newfound fondness. His heart warms and his smile grows bigger by the second. "I love it. Thank you. But why sunflowers?"
"I don't know what yer favorite flower is," Atsumu admits. "Sunflowers are my favorite. And yer my favorite person. So I thought it fits..."
Kiyoomi's eyes soften. He steps closer to Atsumu, a bouquet's width away. He looks into hazel eyes and thought of bright yellow petals. "You're my favorite person too, Atsu."
Atsumu finally meets Kiyoomi's eyes, a small smile on his face. "Really?"
Kiyoomi nods. "You're my sunflower."
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🌟 + Yusei😁
Ah yes, the firm believer of bonds of friendships!
Yusei's simply neat.
He's the lowkey guy who gets swept up on whatever Crow's deciding to prank me with, like Crow comes up with a plan and Yusei executes it because I no longer trust Crow to lead me anywhere after the incident where he locked me and Ushio in tiny closet so my face was stuffed with his chest.
That's how I ended up on zombie run attraction with Ushio because Yusei kept feeding me white lies and actively stopping me from seeing any visual cues on the true nature of attraction before it already was in full swing. In nutshell I do not trust Yusei to lead me anywhere as well.
But I love the guy with all my platonic heart anyway, we just have this understanding of not filling the air with empty talk. I gravitated to Yusei rather naturally after I noted he rarely speaks unless he truly has something to say and he's secretive until you become his buddy.
I don't often hang around when he fine tunes D-Wheels (in my Canon AU Yusei's mechanic as profession instead of scientist) because of the high noise levels but he's valid candidate to hang out with when I want someone there but only presence, no talk, just us doing our own things in comfortable silence.
We often hang around as group, because I tend to follow Ushio everywhere and Ushio likes hanging around Yusei and Aki is often there as well.
I have no doubt Yusei would've helped Ushio on those times shit befell me but he also gets the notion of just letting Ushio go wild on his own. Yusei's ride or die for his friends but also recognizing when to step aside and let someone else do the shit.
I tended to hc him as aroace with stereotypical wtf is love attitude obliviousness since he's so keen on friendships but upon review that is not exactly who Yusei even is. Headcanon pending. Besides, he's your boyfriend / husband. I think this stems from the fact it's been so many years since I indulged in 5ds that my perception of Yusei's character has just become wildly fanon instead of based on canon that I love to do.
We don't have that many things in common he and I but we don't hate each other (like I hate Jack-) we're neutral / good buddies. But he's the type to do favours without people even asking him anything because he wants to help those close to him in any way he can.
He definitely tried to give me pointers to help me defeat Ushio on Duel Monsters since sometimes my husband tries very hard to teach me how to duel so I can be bit better - after I confessed with a duel so blatant he caught on - he also has most definitely spilled the tea on what his weaknesses are but I can't translate that knowledge into my own playstyle of bad chaos so my husband wipes the floor with me.
He also very definitely has done abomination of a cross between bike and D-wheel the second he learned I'm very bad at driving a bike. He's like that.
I tend to find him rare parts of D-Wheels he needs for his repairs by some miracles when I'm out hunting merchandise for my fixations or something for Ushio. (Speaking of which our house also has bear stuff so much bear stuff, Yusei laughs every time he comes over and teases me over how it just radiates how much I adore my husband).
Yusei has also dueled someone on my behalf to get them to leave me the fuck alone - challenging a King is serious business after all. It's funny how it contracts Ushio who prefers using his fists to get someone to leave me alone. Love them both.
#letters of love#I have so much to say abt Yusei bc I do adore him as friend#but I really need that 5ds rewatch#5ds lore#5ds gang
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Expectations versus Reality | Malyce 3.5 | RE: Jo
When Malyce first read that secret, he was expecting a mastermind. Someone collected, someone intelligent, someone vicious. Someone he could truly pour all his grief and anger into, then grin gleefully as they're dragged off into the flames for their execution.
But Malyce wasn't going to get that.
Instead, he has a blubbering pathetic mess on his hands. A weak girl who treats ending lives like a slipup in a bad habit. An addiction. She was doing sooo goood… Kyousuke was right, she is pathetic. Some people go their entire lives never even thinking about murder. Sure, Malyce has thought about how easily he could've committed arson to his sister's mansion. But he'd never do it. He never was a hands on sort of person. He would rather let the pieces fall as they may.
As shameful as it was, Malyce saw a piece of himself reflected in Jo's desperate pleas. He too has hated being alone. He hated being abandoned by those he thought cared for him. He saw himself in the way Jo lashed out in fear of rejection. But no amount of sympathy or empathy could take away the hurt that Malyce felt. She killed Warrick for a reason as petty as luck of the draw, and he would never forgive her.
"You could have lied, you know. Whatever other secret Ranger Buddy cooked up. You could've said it was true. That there was a mixup. Who fucking cares? You decided to end Warrick's life for something so petty? We all have secrets, Jo! Fucked up ones! I don't give two shits if the last one who knew tried to kill you! I'll give you that one: that's fucked up! But you can't just— UGH!"
Malyce wiped the foundation from Jo's arm on his poncho, proceeding to pull out the folded vote from his sleeve to toss it in the fire. His heart raced as he desperately tried to fan the flames of his rage, but her tears doused them so easily.
"At least you and Tommy can smooch each other in the afterlife. Have a fun execution."
He would have rather dealt with another Tommy, brave, a bit naive, and unabashedly confident. He moves back to his seat, holding his head, keeping his glare on Jo.
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pairing: regulus black x evans!reader
word count: 3.3k
warnings: swearing, angst, make out scene
request by: @upchurch-funk
summary: being a muggleborn dating Regulus meant you had to keep it a secret. When your older sister finds out she raises fear of heartbreak in both of you
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You and your sisters had been born jealous. Petunia turned to envy first as the attention that had been solely given to her was split between two other daughters. She had always been bitter towards you and Lily, never forgiving you for interpreting her perfect young life. She had taken your things, broken your toys and ripped your clothes trying to punish you for being born and turning her from an only child to the eldest.
Lily was next when she realised she wasn't the only one who could sprout fire from her fingertips. She had accused you of faking your magic for years, doing everything she could to best you even if she never fully understood her powers herself. Luckily she outgrew this jealous fit and by the time you shared a cabin on your way to Hogwarts she was beaming ear to ear.
It was you who was last to realise what the burn in your chest really meant. The feeling came heavy like thick rain drops as you watched your sister fall so effortlessly in love. Each time she gave James a quick hug or leaned onto his shoulder your eyes narrowed, fury irrationally rising in your throat.
This wasn’t because you wished James was yours instead. In fact you had considered him an idiot since you met him and would have rather drown yourself than date the loud mouth fool. You were instead jealous of the simplicity of their relationship. Envious of how they could be carefree, how they could dream of picket fences and happy futures. You hated that they could still be stupid kids. How they were given the freedom to make out in hallways and sneak into eachothers dorms with their worst consequence being a slap on the wrist and week of detention. Nothing hurt more than watching your sister live a simple life you knew you never could.
You stared across the room locking eyes with Regulus for only a brief moment before his darted away. Charms was dreadfully boring, the lecture practically putting you to sleep, you knew you should have been paying attention, but watching the younger Black perform the spell with ease was far more interesting. The flick of his wrist was an addicting, dull look in his eyes far more attractive than it should have been. He had woken up late that morning, his hair messier than usual. You thought it looked adorable, the way a few strands drooped in front of his lashes. He only got cuter as he blew them from his face with a pout.
“You have a staring problem.” Levi muttered from beside you.
You rolled your eyes, “Do you ever mind your own business?”
“Please, you make your thing for Black everyone's business.” He muttered and you kicked him under the desk.
Cussing at you he glared, leaning down to massage his bruising shin.
You wondered briefly how he would have reacted to the reveal of your relationship with your “hopeless crush” as he liked to call it. The surprise on his face would have been sweet as honey.
Regulus was watching you now as you continued to talk to your desk mate, he had never liked the boy, call it jealousy or anger, something bitter always rose in his throat when he saw you with him. Maybe it was because he knew your life would be so much easier if you had loved him instead.
“I don’t get what you see in him anyway.” Levi said, looking across at Regulus whose eyes had quickly retreated back to his parchment.
You grew brittle at the statement.
“I mean I know he's attractive but if it's really about looks why not go for his brother?” He grumbled.
You scoffed, “Please, Sirius is a piece of work.”
“And he isn't? I’m surprised he hasn’t called you a slur yet.”
Rage bubbled in your stomach, your chest feeling hot, “Shut up.”
Levi was either oblivious to the anger set in your tone or unbothered by it “I mean really y/n, you have a crush on a purist? It's sickening.”
You screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the hot tears building behind them. You wanted to scream at him, slap him across the face and shout how Regulus would never do such a thing. You wanted to tell him how wrong he was, make him regret ever speaking such cold words. But instead you looked away, wiping your tears as they came while your boyfriend sat across the room pretending you didn't exist.
You were used to it, you knew as a muggleborn dating a pureblood from a family like his would never be easy but the words still stung. That night you sobbed into Regulus’s chest as he held you in your usual hidden courtyard.
As your tears soaked through his sweater he felt nothing but the cold grip of guilt. He had never meant to fall in love. He had known it was a mistake the second it had happened. Even now he knew he had been wrong and stupid and naive to let himself feel so deeply for someone he could never truly be with. He would never forgive himself for forcing you into the hellish life he lived with a simple confession. He hated himself every day for it, he didn't deserve to indulge in his emotions knowing it would cause you nothing but pain. He didn't deserve you and he had known that from the start.
Yet every night you met, kissing under the pale moon until your lips grew numb. Everynight he found himself falling deeper and deeper into you until you filled his dreams and nightmares alike. So he forced you closer to him, knowing he would cause nothing but hurt. And you were so childishly in love you let him.
Later as you lay asleep on his chest, legs tangled beneath a blanket he let his own tears go, silent apologies dripping down his cheek as he tightened his grip on your waist.
Lily watched you from where she sat at her table, green eyes narrowed as she tried to read your mind across the dining hall.
“Something is definitely off.” She mumbled turning to James who stared at her with a dopey grin. “You haven’t been listening to a word I said have you?”
“How can I when you’re so beautiful?” He murmured back and she scoffed, face darkening.
Sirius gagged, “You guys are disgusting.”
“Christ Black, how old are you?” Lily spoke with the roll of her eyes.
He scrunched his nose and pretended to mock her silently only earning a sigh from Remus who sat beside him.
“Something is wrong with y/n, I can just feel it.” Lily continued content on ignoring Sirius.
“Maybe she's dating that Callahan kid.” James offered. “There’s been tons of rumors.”
Lily scoffed, “Please, she has told me multiple times she has absolutely no interest in him.”
“A few months ago you were telling her you had absolutely no interest in James.” Remus offered not to look up from his book.
Lily sputtered blushing heavily again, “That is completely different.”
“Sure it is.” Remus drawled, eyes peering over the cover at her.
Lily furrowed her brow, “But why wouldn’t she tell me? I mean I thought we've always been close.”
“Maybe it's not that serious.” Sirius shrugged, “Maybe they’re just fuck buddies or something.”
Lily pulled back in disgust, “Don’t talk about my little sister like that!” she hissed as Remus kicked him under the table.
“What? She’s almost 17! It's not like she's 12 or something, Godric.” Sirius complained and James threw a spoon at him.
“You know if you’re really that curious we could always just check the map.” James said looking over at Lily who was trying to set Sirius on fire with her glare.
She considered it for a moment, “Isn’t that kind of..” she paused “intrusive?”
He shrugged, “She's your little sister.”
The sky was dark that night as you met with Regulus. The moon was new leaving only the blinking stars to light the ground beneath you.
You grinned when you saw Regulus leaning against the small statue in the middle of the courtyard. You quickened your pace pulling him into a brief kiss as you met.
“Hi.” You whispered against his lips and you felt him smile.
“Hi.” He responded, hands on your waist pulling you closer once again.
You tasted sweet like the nectar of the gods, soft and tender in his arms. Your hair smelt of pomegranate, your flowery perfume engulfing him. There was nothing more addicting on this world than your lips.
You both pulled away breathless and grinning stupidly, “Your hair looks so cute like this.” You mumbled running your hands through it and tugging lightly on a curly lock that had fallen down his forehead.
Regulus practically purred, melting into your touch. He dipped his head low to hide his blush, lips skimming the skin of your neck.
You giggled as he mumbled a bashful thank you before nipping slightly below your ear. He was always careful to never leave marks that could be seen the following day. You wished he wasn’t.
You felt his hands on the back of your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your nose in his hair as he walked until your back hit the wall of the castle. You scratched your nails lightly against his scalp and Regulus groaned. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue on your jaw as he pressed you further into the stone. Your legs now wrapped around his waist as he left sloppy kisses on your collar bone.
It was then you heard the shuffle of footsteps.
“Regulus.” You whispered and he broke away to look up at you, his lips red and glossy , “I heard someone.”
He slowly lowered you to your feet, “You sure?”
You nodded and you both stood silently, ears craning for another sign of life among you. After a minute you sighed, “Sorry, I must have been hearing things.”
Regulus just shook his head grinning lightly, “ ‘s fine babe.” words slurring, intoxicated by your taste.
Your lips reconnected, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as you began to work on the buttons of his shirt, tugging on his tie to loosen its knot. But there it was again the soft sound of feet, closer this time.
You both paused Regulus pulling away leaving your skin feeling cold in his absence.
“Who’s there?” He demanded into the darkness, wand lit.
There was no response and you grabbed his hand to pull him back to you. Regulus stood his ground so you leaned into him, lips ghosting against his ear.
“It's probably just a mouse or somethin’.” You murmured hands coming back to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt.
Regulus glanced around once more before looking down at you, “You’re probably right.” he said before he began to untuck your blouse, hands sliding slowly under it.
It was that which finally broke Lily, her vision going red. She stepped from beneath the invisibility cloak ignoring James' protests.
You let out a small yelp as your sister appeared from thin air, Regulus who had his back turned to her immediately drew his wand pushing you lightly behind him. His eyes went wide as he found himself inches from your older sister. It was your turn to pull Regulus behind you.
“Lily, What in bloody hell are you doing here?”
When James sheepishly appeared as well you gasped, “What is wrong with you both, are you stalking me?”
Lily looked stern, her arms crossed, “Why are you with him?” she seethed.
Your eyes narrowed, “None of your fucking buissnes. Now take your dog and leave.”
Regulus almost didn't believe it was you that was talking. He wasn’t accustomed to the harsh tone you used, your anger hardly ever directed at him.
“This is most certainly my business!” She spoke shrilly.
“It is most certainly not. Now get out.” You shouted.
“How can you expect me to leave when you're getting all touchy feely with a purist?” She hissed, grabbing at your wrist to pull you away from the boy behind you. You slapped her away so hard the sound echoed off the walls, “Call him that again around me and you’ll fucking regret it.” You growled.
Lily stepped back surprised by your sudden aggression but not backing down, “Please y/n, I’m just calling it as it. The sooner you realise that the better.”
Regulus felt his throat tighten as he listened, teeth biting into his lip as he had nowhere to look but his feet.
You stepped closer to your sister inches from her face, “Leave.” your voice struck heavy.
Lily responded just as harshly, “No.”
James shifted behind his girlfriend feeling like he was intruding on the fight which was taking place. Sensing his awkwardness you looked back at him with a searing gaze.
“Get out Potter, you have no place here.” You spat.
He was planning on shuffling away when Lily turned back to him angrily, “No James stay.”
You scoffed as he did as he was told, “Fucking pet.”
“Don’t speak to him like that.” Lily scolded.
“You're the one who's calling my boyfriend a purist.” You growled your mouth bitter at the taste of hypocrisy.
“Because he is one!” She bit back. “You really think he actually loves you after being raised how he was? With a mother like his?”
Regulus felt like he had been slapped, his cheek stinging as the older girl spoke.
“Don’t you dare bring up his mother.” You were shaking with rage by now, your face streaked with angry tears, “And how dare you speak ill of Regulus simply because of his upbringing as if his brother isn't one of your closest friends. How do you think Sirius would feel hearing what you just said?”
This took Lily back a step, her rage cooling a bit as she realised her mistake, “It’s different,” She tried to recover, “He isn't with his family anymore. Sirius has already broken away from them. He made the choice any good person would.”
Regulus felt her eyes on him as she spoke. She was no longer interested in her sister and instead focused on him. He felt like he was choking under the pressure of her stare. When he glanced up to meet her gaze he inhaled sharply. He hadn’t seen such hatred in a long time.
Your lashes were thick with tears by now, disgust and fury morphing your face, “Go fuck yourself Lily.” You spat.
She ignored you, gaze locked on Regulus, she had no intention of speaking to you anymore, “You stay away from her.” she demanded, “If you truly love her you stay away from her.”
You shouted lunging forwards and shoving your sister backwards. She stumbled back catching herself.
It was you who fell, your feet tangling, forcing you to the ground. You hit hard, hands and knees scraping against stones and moss which made up the floor. You couldn’t find it in you to stand up simply letting exhaustion and misery take you where you lay. You shook with sobs, voice cracked and raw. Lily immediately dropped beside you, hands circling your neck as she drew you into a hug. You fought her as you always did but she held on, letting you beat her chest with your fists until you stilled.
Regulus took a step forward but was stopped by your sister whose glare told him everything he needed to know. Tears pricking his own eyes he stumbled past the two of you and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeons. He didn't hear James shout for him over the sound of the ring in his ears. He wasn’t sure where he ended up, somewhere deep in the depths of the sprawling castle, dust coated the staircase he collapsed onto. Only there did he let himself cry, choking sobs rubbing his throat raw as he looked for someone to blame. His mother for forcing him into the terrifying world of dark magic? His brother for abandoning him in his abusive home? Or your sister for pointing out the truth he prayed you would never see? Regulus wished he could pass the blame off to anyone but he wasn’t stupid, he knew he had no one to hate but himself.
Regulus disappeared entirely for three days. Three days you spent desperately avoiding your sister who seemed just as adamant to talk to you again. You skipped meals opting for hunger instead risking meeting her in the hall. She would show up outside your classes forcing you to scramble out the back way or sprint away like a child running from punishment.
On the fourth day of your boyfriend's absence you felt yourself beginning to panic. Fear of him never returning, filling your head with irrational thoughts. It wasn’t like you could ask around for him, your relationship needed to remain secret despite the difficulties you were facing. It was then Lily cornered you.
You stared at the redhead as she blocked your only exit. “Lily, move.” You sighed exhausted by the past few days, sleepless nights not improving your condition.
She didn't listen, “Y/n we need to talk.”
"About what?" You scoffed, "I have nothing to say to you.”
“I just want you to understand why I,” She paused, “Why I said what I did.”
“I don't care why you said it Lily.” You said, “I don’t care if you think you were protecting me or saving me from some hopeless relationship. I honestly don’t care.”
Her eyes swelled, “How can you say that? How can you not care? I love you y/n I just want you to be safe.”
You stared at her, “I just don’t understand why you couldn’t just let me be happy.”
“He’s dangerous.”
You shook your head, “No, his family is dangerous. His situation is dangerous. He’s not.”
“Y/n please.” She begged, for what you did not know.
“Just stay out of my shit Lily.” you mumbled pushing past her and back into the hallway.
You spent the night where you always had, the small courtyard hidden between two towers of the castle, a statue of a woman draped in vines and flowers at its center. The moon was a small sliver, a dusting of clouds blocking the stars from your view. The shuffle of footsteps brought your eyes from the ground.
There stood Regulus, his face shining in the pale light. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, nose pointed at the floor as he refused to meet your gaze.
You stood quickly throwing your hands around his neck. He leaned into your touch burying his head into your shoulder as his hands found your waist.
You smelled delightful as always, your lips soft against his cheek and hands in his hair. Regulus hadn’t realized he was crying until you began to comfort him. Sweet words whispered into his ear as you only held him tighter.
“She’s right, you know.” He croaked, lifting his head to look at you. “You shouldn’t be around me.”
You shook your head feverishly, “You’re wrong Reggy.”
“I don’t deserve you y/n, I don’t deserve to be with you.” He sobbed, “I could never deserve you.”
“You’re right, love.” You mumbled, smiling through the tears that coated your cheeks, “You deserve so much better.”
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Care — Vinnie Hacker
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Pairing/s: Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader
Summary: Fuck buddies need to get their emotional fill, too.
Warning/s: Smut, NSFW, Praise kink, Language
Word Count: ~2.7k words
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Working as a social media influencer can be tough at times because you’re constantly in the eyes of the public. People would like to think they have an opinion over you just because you put yourself out there. And sometimes, their words affect you even though you don’t want it to. Some people cope with substances and alcohol while others cope with sex. For you, you treat sex as an ego boost to remind you of your beauty, who you truly are. But such physical activity doesn’t always fill the emotional void these hurtful words had caused you. Luckily for Vinnie Hacker, he feels the same way too.
You were in your apartment and you just finished recording a dancing Tiktok. Now for you, that’s highly unusual because you’re more of a lifestyle-fashion type of content creator so when the comments came rushing to your video saying how ridiculous you are when dancing, how you should just stick to your usual thing, and some even pushed the limit by asking why you’re even famous and why people find you pretty. To them, it’s an exciting time because they get multiple notifications of agreements and likes but to you it’s the slow crumble of self esteem.
Having the courage to close the app and run a bath and self care, you found something missing. Usually whenever it gets you, you just text Vinnie to come over and just fuck it out and now you’re getting the urge to. If only people knew how good he makes you feel whenever you’re down then they won’t insult you ever again just to keep the both of you separated. You know, he is the Vinnie Hacker.
To: Vinnie ❤️🔥
Can you come over please? I need you badly 10:24pm
From: Vinnie ❤️🔥
I’ll be there baby wait for me 10:29 pm
The blond boy was in the middle of streaming when he got your message but not even Valorant can stay in the way whenever he gets that text from you. He abruptly ended the stream and hopped on the shower to get to you as fast as he could. Only the two of you, the Hype House, and Jett know about this secret arrangement so when they saw Vinnie practically running out the front door, they knew it was because of you.
He drove to your apartment amped up because you haven’t seen each other in a while, this is actually good because it means both parties are in a good place mentally and physically. He missed you and your body so much.
He arrived and pulled out his key to your apartment and his jaw dropped when he saw you leaning on your bedroom door frame arms crossed wearing a new set of lingerie in his unbuttoned white dress shirt that he forgot the last time he came over. However, his demeanor changed when he saw you teary eyed as he rushed to hug you tightly. He automatically knew what it’s about and what he can do to relieve it. Tonight’s definitely about you, he thought.
“What’s wrong, my love?” He said as he kissed the top of your head. He wants you to say it first just to get it out of there. You just shook your head and melted in his embrace. You would think that friends with benefits don’t act like this but it was part of the deal, the both of you just hate the commitment that comes with having a partner.
You were in between him and the door frame as he kissed you slowly. His large hands cupping your face as his thumb swipes away the warm tears that escaped your eyes. You pulled away and led him to your bed. The room was all made up for the two of you; ambient lighting, candles, and even the playlist you guys made just for hooking up playing faintly.
You crawled to the bed up to the headboard and just looked at him as if you were pleading for him to touch you. He took in the sight in front of him as you removed his dress shirt. You looked like a fucking goddess in that lingerie, not to mention the stockings you were wearing that made Vinnie’s dick hard. You pulled him to you again and just passionately kissed him. He kept up to your rhythm and entered his tongue in your mouth, you doing the same. He trailed kisses down to your neck as you crept your hands to his soft hair. You groaned quietly as he kissed the top of both your boobs in your lingerie, leaving wet spots. His hands never left your body as he caressed your thighs up and down as he started kissing your stomach down to your hips and thighs. You softly pushed his head to your core as he chuckled and looked up at you with your eyes closed already pleased with the situation.
“Where do you need me, baby?” He looked in directly to you, looking for an answer.
“Here Vin…” You guided his hand to the inside of your thighs, his eyes full of love and lust. He discarded his sweater, pants, and shoes, only leaving him in his boxers.
“As much as I love what you’re wearing, I really wanna take them off.” He chuckled and you nodded your head as he removed your underwear but left you in your stockings. You instinctively closed your legs but he gently pushed it apart leaving you exposed. He’d seen you naked a lot of times but you were insecure tonight but that didn’t change his view on you. To him, you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever been with.
He positioned himself between you and kissed the inside of your thighs as you squirmed under his touch. To keep you from moving too much, he hooked your legs over his shoulders and pressed his large hands on your stomach as he blew air to your pussy.
You gasped at the sudden action as you were already dripping wet. “Don’t tease, baby, please.” You said, a little annoyed. He just smiled at you and kissed your core. He meant business when he dove right in and it wasn’t long till you were a moaning mess.
“Fuck, Vin.” You breathed out as you bucked your hips to meet his mouth. His tongue lapping at your clit completely eating you out. As if still possible, he pushed his mouth into your core some more, his nose touching your pubic bone, as he teethed your bud causing shock to flow through you. Your right hand was holding his as your other gripped his soft curls.
“Baby, more please…” You miraculously begged for more as you were near your first orgasm. You can’t see it but you know he has his shit eating grin on due to how good he’s treating you.
His fingers found his way to your opening as he pushed deep, his cold rings a nice contrast to your warm insides. “Ugh fuck!” You exhaled and clenched, never daring to look down because you know he’s looking directly at your blissed out face and that’ll just make you cum quicker.
His hand that you’re holding suddenly let go and snaked its way to your cheek. “Look to your left, baby. See how gorgeous you are.” There you see yourself in the mirror looking like the goddess that you are. Hair disheveled, cheeks red, your legs over Vinnie’s shoulder, and your body laying nicely on top of your white sheets. Vinnie’s hand skillfully unclasped your bra as he wasted no time in massaging your boobs; tugging your nipples every now and then. You took his thumb in your mouth and sucked on it.
Your action caused Vinnie to speed up. His tongue just fully made out with your folds and clit as his drool and your juices coated his chin. You’ve never met someone that’s as good at eating pussy like Vinnie and you were damn thankful that you guys are fuck buddies.
“Cum for me, pretty. Let go, baby.” He breathed out from under you. You bucked your hips as his fingers sped up going in and out of you as you squirted on him. You moaned and rolled your hips some more as he just groaned out. He never made you do that before and it just made him want to fuck you more, harder even.
“Good girl…never thought you could do that.” He chuckled at you. He leveled himself to you as he kissed you on the lips.
“Taste how sweet you are, baby girl.” He completely dominated the kiss as you were too fucked out to even keep your eyes open.
“Open your eyes, Y/n. I want you to see how well you take me.” You were breathing heavily as you were still too out of it. You opened your eyes but only for a little while.
“Let me suck your dick, Vin.” You offered but he shook his head and refused.
“It’s a you kind of night, my love. Let me show you how beautiful you are.” He trailed on and kissed your neck, leaving hickeys. With that, he gripped your waist and lined himself to your entrance.
“Is this where you want me? Huh?” He teased a little bit making you grip his dick in your hands, stroking it from under.
You shot your eyes open in shock. He grinned at you and said “See how hard you make me? Nobody can do that but you, doll.” He was breathing heavily because he loves it when you put his dick in you. It’s his secret kink. However, nothing tops it when your hand gently guides his. And so you both did.
The both of you moaned in pleasure as he was finally inside you, you both watched as you completely engulfed his dick, sucking it in. “You’re so tight, Y/n. Fuck, I love it so much.” He grunted as he moved a little bit trying to stretch you out. He could honestly cry with how good you feel around him.
“Fucking love you and your dick, Vinnie.” You said, gritting your teeth. You absolutely do. It’s everything to you, it’s big, it’s veiny when it’s hard, and his mushroomed tip is always bright red. Sometimes you would think about it during the day and just zone out, having flashbacks to when he would dick you down, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.
You know he loves it when you compliment him because he lost it as soon as you said it, he just pounded in and out of you deep, making the bed shake. You could feel all of him inside of you making you moan out profanities. He was breathing out but he still managed to say: “See how fucking well you take me, baby. Shit.” He made you look in the mirror again and you saw yourself sprawled out, you wanted to pass out. You could feel him in your stomach which made you even more aroused. He had this unique way of thrusting in and then rolling his hips up that just makes you feel all of him inside brushing up, it drives you crazy.
“Daddy, harder please…” You whined out trying to test both of your limits. He thrusted in and out of you harder as you hooked your legs behind him. He got closer to you and sucked on your boobs. Your hands found their way to his head and you pulled his hair, trying to relieve some pain. You were basically motorboating the poor guy when you pulled his head closer, hugging his head.
“So fucking good to me, baby.” He pulled away from you and looked at how your pussy fluttered around his cock as he thrust deep. He absolutely loves how it just snuggly wraps around his penis, as if you were made for each other.
The knot in your stomach was forming so you warned him. “I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna cum.” But he denied it and pulled out for a second.
“Not yet.” He said sternly. He flipped you over as you were now facing the shaking headboard. He hooked his hand to your shoulder and entered you again. He slowed down a bit but he still fucked you hard making you moan and rock forward every time he thrusts.
It was all so sensual it was basically making love, hell, it definitely is. He made you forget their hurtful words as he fucked some sense in you that you’re beautiful.
He pushed you down to the mattress as you arched your back to take him better as he picked up the pace again. You noticed how tired he was so you fucked him back. “Yes, just like that, baby girl.” You looked back and he had his eyes closed as his chest was rising up and down to catch his breath. There was sweat on his forehead as his curls stuck to it.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Y/n?” He smiled when he caught you staring as he took matters in his own hands once again. He snaked his other hand around your waist and crouched himself closer to you, your back touching his chest as he fucked you.
“You’re doing so well, baby. You feel incredible.” He breathed out which made you buck your hips to meet his. You matched his pace as you both rocked each other. Vinnie’s lips found your neck as he lightly bit on it.
“Vinnie, baby, I’m close. Fuck, please, daddy.” You cried out as he slid in and out some more. The both of you were moaning and breathing hard.
“Want me to cum inside you, pretty? Huh? Say it for me, say it for daddy.” Vinnie rushed his words out to chase your high.
“Yes, daddy. I want your cum inside me.” You whined out. You were an absolute whore for him and his cum.
“How ‘bout you, pretty girl? You want to cum? Do it, baby.” He ordered as you released around him, arching your back while screaming, still meeting his hips.
“Fuck Vin.” You said through gritted teeth, moaning and whining. It’s so fucking good.
“Good girl.” He smirked as you rode out your high.
After a few deep thrusts, he finally came as well. He bottomed out and released his hot cum in you mixing with yours. Hot spurts warmed your insides as you felt it go deep filling you up nicely. He still wasn’t done though as he pushed it some more making sure none of it leaks out.
He pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact. Some of your cum dripped out as he licked it off of your thighs and he lightly licked your pussy as well tasting both of you. You gasped and almost kicked him because you were so sensitive.
“Vin, don’t do that!” You playfully teased as you turned around to face him.
“What, it’s fun!” He chuckled and kissed you softly on the lips.
He picked up a towel and wiped you clean first then him second. You loved that about him, he always put you first no matter what. He caught you just smiling at him and he just smirked. “I fucked you good, didn’t I?” You laughed at what he said and slapped his arm weakly.
“You’re so full of yourself.” You rolled your eyes.
“My love, you were full of me just a minute ago.” He answered back and you gasped and blushed red in embarrassment.
“You’re disgusting!” You managed to say as you threw a pillow at him. As if you weren’t just fucking like it’s the end of the world.
“Come here and cuddle.” You spoke up again as you made room for him. He laid down beside you and you hugged his chest, he ran his fingers through your hair as you were on the crook of his neck.
Both of you laid there in silence as you traced his chest tattoos. He looked down at you as you were content in your current position. “Tell me you love my tattoos, just one time, Y/n.” He playfully begged as you looked up smiling, seeing him pouting. You won’t admit it but you lived for his tattoos, you would trace it every time after.
“Okay, maybe I do.” You said to him while holding eye contact and his heart rate sped up a bit because you were absolutely beautiful. The after sex glow working wonders.
“I can feel your heartbeat, you know.” You joked as you kissed him on the lips. You placed more passionate kisses until the both of you were smiling.
“Stay the night? We can watch a movie or eat.” Your face lit up in excitement at your own suggestion. Sudden adrenaline running through you.
“Of course, my love. Anything for you.” He smiled and kissed you as you both got dressed to eat and watch whatever you find interesting. He congratulated himself in his mind as he successfully helped you forget about the thing that bothered you. He adored the hell out of you and he would do anything for you if you asked. Oh, how he wishes you could be his so that he can properly and publicly shield you from the hurt these people constantly cause you.
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Author’s Note: I hope i did yall with d praise kinks justice! Part 3 of California n a new york x vinnie fic is coming in a couple of days so watch out for that. Down for suggestions n send requests my way? Lets see what i can do abt it! Also thank u for d love for my past writings, I appreciate it so much! ALSO just noticed i used baby a lot lmao sns
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Player 325
☾ Title : Player 325
☾ Pairing: BangChan x fem!reader
☾ Genre: +18, smut, squid game!au, angst.
☾ Prompt: Player 325 lost the love of his life because of a game.
☾ A/N: Happy Halloween guys, I’m rewatching Squid Game with my mom, and mister Bang Christopher decided to play with my feels on Halloween day! and I'm sorry I feel like you all gonna hate me after you read it, hope you like it and give feedback xoxo
☾Warning: +18, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lads), mention of early pregnancy, death ..
read proof is off.
☾ Word Count: 0.784K
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Chan couldn’t remember which day it was, nor what time it was. Night or day?
All he could remember was your face, player 179. He shirt covered in your blood, his hands also covered with your blood were still shaking.
He never thought he find you in the game, his own friend with benefits, he never knew you had nothing left, no job, no money, nothing .. and he never expect you to find him here with the same secret. You guys were friends and close, telling a lot to each other .. he always thought your relationship was more than just fuck buddies.
2 games were left to play, he didn’t care about the money anymore, about winning or anything, the only thing he wanted was to get you back, next to him, teasing him about daily life, how music was getting to pay off one day, and the fact he wouldn’t forget you the day he would be famous, he actually plan on asking you to marry him the day he was famous.
But now you were dead because of a fucking game. And it was all his fault.
“325 it’s not your fault..’’ Started player 110, looking into his eyes. “How it’s not my fault when I choose her to be my partner ? And never told her what I truly felt for her and I killed her’’
All he heard over and over, was your last words : “ Christopher, win this game and make us proud’’
At first he didn’t really get the “us’’ but after he turn around seeing you laying on the dirty floor, your hand on your stomach, dead but still holding your stomach. He ran to you, tears running on his cheeks, screaming to the guard to let him hold you.
You were pregnant, and you still decided to play this stupid game, and lost your life and the one he helped created.
He just didn’t care if he died in the next game, he could be with you again. He didn’t sleep that night, your face and last words haunting him.
Chan fell in love with you so fast into your relationship, being your fuck buddy was a way for him to be close to you but never tell you he loved you, and now he knew he should have told you he was in love with you, and wanted to give you the world.
His mind was clouded with the last moment he loved you, during this game. The moment he fucked you in the toilet after the last game, as you guys did for the 3 first games a way to rewarded both of you for surviving the game.
His hands running on your hips, helping you riding his length. Your head hiding and muting your moans on his shoulder, your fingers lost in his curly hair messing it even more.
His wet tongue creating patterns on your skin, his hands still working on your hips helping you moving to collide against himself.
“Slower ch-han slo-wer’’ your voice trembling, as for your whole body above his, he looked at you like nothing else mattered in this world.
He slowed down his pace still looking at you “look at you doll, all fucked up because of me’’
Chan was now taking his sweet time to please you, the way he rolled his hips not letting you moving, his arms wrapped around you as you sat directly on his length. His cock caressing your velvety walls slowing, and his fingers stimulating your clit doing 8 figures.
“I could die right now and being the happiest man ever’’ he said looking in your eyes.
“You can not die right now, what about us running to Australia ?’’
At the mention of his home country something snapped into his brain, he couldn’t to see you in a bikini on a beach in Sydney. His thrusts getting harder and faster, he was ramming into you. His groans and breath short, as he was doing all the work to get you over the edge of cumming. His finger and dick going faster and matching pace between the two.
He was feeling you clenching around his length, getting closer too.
He sighed, it was the last time he made love to you, and it was in a goddamn toilet, and he was about to tell you how he felt deep inside. But he only looked at you and kissed you with all the passion he held in his body.
“The game is about to start’’
At that moment, Chan was ready to get killed, or to be the last one man standing with 45.6 billion won, and ending his life after the game.
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I saw that you're taking prompts, from the dialogue list. Can I get number 20? “I’ve never had someone taking care of me before.” for starker obviously. I'm excited, I love reading your works. Thank you in advance!
Hi anon! That means so much to me and I’m v glad to be taking this as my first prompt. Thank you 💙
I kinda want to try some new things with some of these prompts, so I’m gonna go at this with omega Tony and alpha Peter and see where it goes. I hope that’s okay with you anon and that everyone likes it 😘
Same age college AU, omegaverse, alpha Peter Parker, omega Tony Stark, some angst and some fluff at the end.
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It’s a well known fact that Tony Stark has a shitty family.
Well, at least to anyone who knows him, it is. They know how he’ll do anything to not be at home when his father is around, to get out of the endless pressures of social events and promotional things and questions of mating and management and all of the things that he hated about being born an omega and being attached to the last name Stark to top it all off—
For years, it was just him. Some flings, mainly to piss his father off, but he never had his attention for longer than the time it took to scold him or order him around, and his mother was never much help, either. He had precious few friends growing up, never really made any real ones until college when he met Rhodey and Pepper — an alpha and a beta respectively that helped him manage things there and that were the first people to truly understand the depths of struggles he had going on at home.
And they were great friends, still are, but there was never anything more there between them. They helped him float through the first year of school, and then—
And then came Peter Parker.
Tony doesn’t hate all alphas on principle, although he is often rather tempted to try to, what with how they were shoved in his face most of his life. They were great for a good fling but most of them were meatheads. As horny as Tony was, he couldn’t allow just anyone to be close to him, nothing too get to serious, because he’s got a lot of responsibility coming down to him and he needs the right partner — alpha or otherwise — to be willing to deal with that. Not that he’s particularly interested in mating right now but he also isn’t going to allow someone close enough to potentially mark him knowing the repercussions of that.
He’s the heir to Stark Industries, sure, but he’s still an omega. An alpha will have significant legal power over him once they’re mated. And he wants to be the one to run SI, to take on his legacy, to build, to create, and to run his business, and he’s not going to let anyone stop him, even if that means flings forever.
(Not that that’s legally going to fly because he can’t take over until he’s considered qualified which implies a certain amount of stability that translates into having an alpha that’s more than just a fuck buddy but—)
It doesn’t matter. None of it matters after he meets Peter.
Peter is a year younger than him in school, technically, but biologically they’re the same age. Peter just started a bit later than most — and for good reasons, as Tony comes to find out.
He’s in one of Tony’s engineering classes and his organic chemistry class and the omega would be lying if he said he wasn’t immediately taken with him.
He can’t help it. Peter is cute, with his overgrown curls and slim form and silky skin and shy little smile and—
The other man is all alpha, there’s no doubt about it. He exudes it without even trying, but there’s a shyness to him, too. He’s not a meathead; he’s a sweetheart. From day one he’s respectful of Tony in class, kind when he sees him around campus, and that makes them the perfect lab partners in chemistry, and after knowing that, it’s just the natural choice for them to partner for the project in engineering and then—
Then things spiral, and Tony doesn’t even care.
He’s seeking the alpha’s attention, and Peter, the innocent, shy thing he is, is happy to give, to dote on Tony in ways that he would resist if they were coming from anyone else.
They’re not even fucking, but it’s intimate, so intimate that he can’t even explain it, and he loves it, scarily so. It both soothes and sets all his instincts on edge at the same time.
By mid semester they both have keys to come and go freely from each other’s rooms. It’s more common to see them together than it is to ever spot one of them out alone. The whole school probably thinks they’re a couple, and even though they’ve never made it official — and he’s never allowed himself to even come close to considering it before — Tony can’t bring himself to mind.
As midterms approach, though, Tony locks himself in to focus on his work. He doesn’t mean to, really; it’s just that hours studying slip into full nights and then he hasn’t eaten and he hasn’t left the room, even missing one of his classes because he doesn’t realize the time.
Peter hasn’t come by in days and except for the occasional check in text, Tony hasn’t heard from him, either. But they’re both busy with midterms so he really isn’t surprised. In fact he barely has time to eat, let alone check his phone, so even if he was texting him regularly Tony probably wouldn’t be answering.
Except mid terms or no, of course Peter notices when Tony misses class. And when his texts go unanswered by the absorbed omega, he doesn’t hesitate to show up and let himself in.
Tony doesn’t even realize anyone is there until he feels a hand on his shoulder. He jumps so hard he nearly knocks the chair back, and when he turns around he sees Peter, stepping back and holding his hands up in the universal “I surrender” gesture, clearly not having meant to startle him.
“I’m sorry, I knocked but you didn’t answer so I let myself in. I just— you weren’t in class, and I was worried… are you okay? When was the last time you ate?” It takes all of two seconds for Peter’s sheepishness to melt into concern, and he steps forward again, closing the distance between them to tilt Tony’s chin up, looking at the shadow stretching across his jaw where he hasn’t shaved in a few days. “You’ve lost weight,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over Tony’s cheekbone tenderly — which, yeah, is definitely more prominent than it was at the beginning of the week.
Tony’s eyes flutter and he leans into the touch for a moment before refocusing and shaking it off. “I’m fine. This is normal, Peter. I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you?” Peter raises an eyebrow. “Do you even know what day it is?”
“It’s Saturday—“
“It’s Monday, Tony. 1pm on Monday, at that. You missed engineering this morning and you haven’t answered my texts all weekend.” Surprise flits across Tony’s face at that, because — yeah, last time he checked it was Saturday, and he had no new texts from Peter, so— “When was the last time you ate?” Peter continues to prod, voice gentle but insistent.
Both aspects only serve to spark irritation in him, though. Tony bats Peter’s hand away from his face, frowning. He doesn’t need to be treated with kid gloves. “I ate a little while ago. I’m fine.”
“You don’t even know what day it is—“
“It all kind of blurs together when you’re not doing anything besides working, okay—“
“Two days is a lot of blur, Tony—“
“And just because I need a shave doesn’t mean I haven’t left my desk or that this isn’t totally normal for midterms—“
“You’re the one saying you haven’t left your desk, not me—“
“That’s not what I meant! I’m just saying—“
“I’m just saying you need to take a short break, it’s not that big of a deal—“
“I don’t need a break, I know my limits—“
“Tony, I really don’t think—“
“Jesus fucking— You’re not my alpha, Parker, would you fuck off?”
The words come out before he can stop them, and he flinched himself at the hurt on Peter’s face, the way the alpha physically recoils, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“I’m not— god, I know that, okay? I’m just trying to help you, Tony. Please, this isn’t sustainable. You need to eat. Just— let me find you something, and then I’ll leave, okay?”
Leave? No, he doesn’t want him to leave. But the only thing that comes out is a quiet “whatever,” and he watches Peter escape to the kitchen with a ball of guilt growing in his chest.
Peter is just trying to help. He likes Peter and he doesn’t want him to leave, he just— he panics, and then he snaps.
Because what if Peter wants more? What if he really likes him? And Tony is a fuck up that does shit like this when he feels emotions and has so much baggage attached to being with him and—
And Peter knows that, at least some of it. It’s been a few months of seeing each other nearly every day, now, and his family situation was never a secret.
So why is he still here? Oh god, did Tony just ruin it?
The thought, for reasons that he’s refusing to immediately think about, is almost too much to bear. He stands up, fumbling his way out of the chair and into the kitchen.
The smell hits him almost as soon as he enters, and he sucks in a deep breath. His traitorous stomach growls, loud and demanding.
Soup bubbles on the stove as Peter works at the counter, chopping up some fruits and vegetables. He’s already managed to put a few little storage containers of food together for him, and something in Tony’s gut feels warm at the sight. But it also drops — preparing premade meals most certainly means that Peter isn’t intending to come back.
He looks up when Tony enters, expression wary. “The soup was the quickest thing you had, and since I had to be here for as long as it takes to boil anyway I thought I would just—“
“Peter.” His own voice sounds remarkable calm for how shaky he suddenly feels, lurching towards the alpha at the countertop. “It’s okay. I… thank you, for this. I’m sorry.”
Peter looks taken aback by the apology. “Tony, you don’t have to apologize. You’re right; I’m not your alpha and it’s not my place to give you orders. I just… I care about you, okay? I just want to help. I know you don’t think about me that way, and I’m sorry I overstepped, but—“
“You’re wrong.”
“What?” The words draw Peter up short.
Tony takes a breath, looking down. He focuses on the alpha’s hands, watching him chop instead of looking at his face. It’s easier. “You’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t think of you that way. The problem is… that I do. And I… I’m not used to this. I’ve never had someone take care of me before. Not really, not in any way that mattered. And what I feel for you… it scares me.” He takes a little breath again, looking down at his own hands. “I want you to be my alpha, Peter. But I’m not really a good omega, and I just have so much shit that comes along with being with me. The thought of asking you to do that… what that could do to us… I just don’t think I could handle that.”
He hears the knife ting against the countertop as Peter sets it down, and the pitter patter of footsteps as the alpha crosses the room. He’s suddenly being drawn into a pair of lanky but surprisingly strong arms, surrounded by the musky, relaxing scent of alpha, and he practically melts into it, nestling his nose into the spot between the collar of Peter’s sweatshirt and his throat almost automatically.
Peter’s hand running up and down his back is soothing, relaxing him the rest of the way, and the press of the alpha’s chin against his head is just the perfect weight to be comfortable, reassuring.
“Tony… I’m not an idiot,” he says gently. “I know who you are. What you’ve done, where you came from, what’s expected of you — and yeah, I’m sure there’s more that you haven’t told me and that’s not public, but— I get why this is a struggle for you, and why you feel the need to put so much pressure on yourself. There’s nothing wrong with you for that and it is most definitely not your own fault that you’re not used to being taken care of. And you’ve no idea how badly or how long I’ve wanted to be your alpha.” He pulls back a little to look down at him, fingers scratching Tony’s scalp gently as he works his fingers through his hair. “But that doesn’t mean that this kind of behavior — towards yourself or others — is good or acceptable. It’s okay to let me take care of you — at least in small ways. I know you’re scared of losing your independence, but that’s not what I want for you, either. I just want to help.”
“Help,” Tony echoes, eyes drifting to the pan on the stove and then back to Peter. “I… I think I’d like that.” He bites his lip, looking up at him. They’re about the same size and height, but this close, wrapped in the alpha’s arms and scent, with his steady gaze on him, he can’t help but feel small by comparison. “You really want to be my alpha?”
“Only if you want me to be, but…” Peter looks down at him and cracks his shy little smile. “I’d like to try, if you’d let me.”
“I’d like that,” Tony admits. He shifts to press up against him, putting a hand on his chest. “I’d also really like it if you’d kiss me.”
Peter looks a little surprised, but not unpleasantly. Still, he shakes his head, giving him a little push back. “Tony, you didn’t even know what day it was. God knows when the last time you brushed your teeth is. No offense, but… ew.”
Tony just laughs a little, unable to help himself. “If I brush my teeth…?”
“Maybe. If you eat your food as well.” Peter moves back to the counter, finishing up the container he was working on. “We can’t be doing anything that’s going to burn you extra calories when you don’t have enough to begin with, hm?”
Tony finds himself grinning. “That’s an argument I can get behind. Literally and metaphorically.”
Peter flashes a grin in return, voice back to that gentle but insistent tone that he knows so well when he says, “Go, Tony.”
And for once, Tony is all too happy to obey.
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Keeping a Secret - Part 8
pairing: Tsukishima x f!manager of Sendai Frogs
genre: sexual tension/crack/fluff/slow burn
wc: 7.4k
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He wakes up from the slight trickle of light seeping through his room’s window. Did he not close his curtains before sleeping? He always makes sure they’re closed because he hates waking up to the brightness of the sun. Even the slightest rays of light cause him to wake up.
He sits up and rubs one eye as he tries to make sense of why his curtains are open and why his head feels a bit funny that morning.
His hand stops moving and his whole body goes stiff when last night’s occurrences flash in his head. There’s not one single moment omitted from his memory.
He remembers drinking in that foul place because he was so upset that he even bothered going there in the first place. He remembers every little foolish thing he did - the immense amount of flirting from his end, his inability to walk straight, talking to his fucking keys, and getting caught drunk by his brother.
He looks at the space beside him for a while and groans, regretting everything last night.
The only pleasing memory from last night was when you laid down on his bed… and everything that followed after that. Yet that seems to be the only thing he imagined apart from the rest of what he can remember.
He’s been repressing the urge to kiss you ever since you broke the deal. So much so that his brain probably conjured up a scene that would satisfy that desire.
It felt so real though. You were so pliant and inviting. Even now, he can still remember how you whimpered his name and how you arched your body closer towards his touch.
He gently shakes his head.
You probably decided to go home after you changed and he was probably asleep by then, dreaming the whole thing.
He reaches for his eyewear case and wears his glasses. He seats himself at the foot of his bed, gathering his thoughts once more before he stands up.
He hears his door open and doesn’t bother looking up. It’s probably Akiteru. He’s very sure he’ll hear from his brother about him being drunk and brought home by you. He doesn’t have any valid explanation as to why he got himself drunk... so he keeps his head down to avoid his brother’s gaze before the taunts come.
“Please don’t tell me you have a hangover.”
The voice is definitely not Akiteru’s. He slowly lifts his eyes up to see if it’s truly who he thinks it is.
When he does, his eyes land on your figure leaning back on his door with your arms crossed as you regard him with both worry and chagrin.
You’re wearing his clothes, like you were in his dream.
Was it really a dream though when you’re actually in his room right now wearing the exact same clothes?
No, it wasn’t. It really happened. You slept with him, in the most literal sense, with your hands clasped together.
He takes in your appearance again. Without his glasses last night, he didn’t notice how big his clothes actually are on you. He really doesn’t pay much attention to your build. Your personality makes you standout and your presence is bigger than most people he has met.
But as he stares at you now, you seem silly acting all high and mighty when you look like a mouse wearing his clothes. He keeps a straight face despite being amused at your appearance.
Unable to read Tsukishima’s expression, you feel your frustration rising. Is he still dazed? After all the effort you put last night, does he have a hangover? He’s staring at you far too long without saying anything.
“I will give you the worst earful you’ll ever get in your life if you have a fucking hangover,” you spit out. You did not suffer last night’s horrors only for him to have a hangover this morning.
“I don’t. I’m only trying to recall everything last night,” he says with his voice back to normal, devoid of the previous evening’s teasing and uncharacteristic flirtatiousness.
You two regard one another carefully, traces of what happened clear in each other’s eyes. Yet, no one dares speak of it.
You decide to break the ice first as you smile your best at him. “I hope you remember how you talked to your keys,” you say with mirth glazing your tone.
He squints at you while you maintain your cheery grin. He averts his gaze and answers, “I did no such thing,” even though his demeanor clearly says he fully remembers he did.
You snort before getting your clothes last night from his desk. You place the bottle of water you grabbed from their kitchen to his desk. “Drink up. You’re still probably thirsty,” you tell him with a tone almost similar to Coach’s when someone from the team is acting up. Then you head to their restroom without saying anything else.
When you finish changing back to your clothes from last night, you check your reflection in the mirror. You look a bit tired but still okay, considering what you’ve been through. At least Tsukishima is no longer a flirting menace and you’re no longer a blushing virgin.
You dump his dirty clothes in their laundry basket and go back to his room to let him know you’re leaving.
“You will attend this afternoon’s training, right?” you ask just to be sure.
He stands up and narrows his eyes at you. “Why wouldn’t I?”
You grin at his response. The Tsukishima you know is back and is as nasty as you remember him to be. “Great to know. Anyways, I’ll leave now. I have classes soon and I still need to go back home to change,” you announce before going for his door.
But before you even touch the door knob, you feel him grip your arm.
“Hey,” he says sternly.
You turn around to face him, curious about what he has to say that he has to touch you to stop you from leaving.
“What?”
He answers by dipping down to reach your lips. He plants a chaste kiss on them that it makes your heart tumble from how uncharacteristically tender it is.
He pulls back, remaining only centimeters away from your face for a while before he completely withdraws away.
You gape at him dumbfounded, uncertain what to make of what he just did.
“I’m confused,” you admit.
He cocks one brow up but the rest of his features are still unreadable.
“I thought you’d be smart enough to get what it means,” he says before a smirk creeps up on his lips, turning his blank expression to a smug one.
You scoff and look away with disbelief, but you quickly recover as you face him again with a smirk of your own. “You really this snarky in the morning, Tsukishima? You could’ve asked nicely if you wanted to be kiss buddies again,” you taunt him for you know he won’t openly admit it.
“I already did. Last night,” he answers, his eyes and tone no longer sneering.
He did?
‘We already broke that deal, Tsukki.’
‘Then let’s bring it back.’
He did.
You just didn’t think he actually meant it. You were convinced that it was just an alcohol-induced volatility.
Your confusion turns to something you can’t fully describe, something exasperating yet delightful at the same time.
You chuckle as you roll your eyes. “Indeed, you did,” you say before stepping out of his room, but for the second time, he stops you from leaving.
“You haven’t given me an answer yet.”
With your back facing him, you smile when you hear his persistence.
You hastily turn around and latch an arm around his neck, pushing yourself against his body. You tip your toes to reach him and press your lips firmly against his.
Before it even sinks in him, you quickly pull back with your arms slowly dropping on his chest. You give it one tap and quietly say, “There’s your answer.”
You swiftly release yourself from him and third time’s a charm, you successfully get out of his room.
He watches you hurriedly close his door, then sighs when you’re no longer in sight.
“How annoying,” he utters.
Yet there’s the tiniest smile on his lips as he starts getting ready for his day.
—
Even though your secret deal is back, no one speaks of what almost happened that night on his bed. Both of you are aware that it did, but no one dares mention it.
The secret kisses you share are also back to how it was - passionate but still harmless, nothing like the sensual one you had when he got drunk.
There’s also been no repeat of the hugging disaster you did at the Sendai gymnasium. Things are back to how it’s supposed to be.
Yet you can’t shake off the feeling that something changed.
Whatever. Maybe you’re just overthinking it because the project is ending soon. When it does, your little secret will cease to exist and you’ll become nothing more than his manager. Things will be back to how it was before the unfortunate pairing your professor did.
Was it really that unfortunate though?
You stare at nothing for a while then take a deep breath to brush off your unnecessary thoughts.
You should be focused on the upcoming game, not on what happens with you and Tsukishima behind closed doors. You better go down to the benches with them than staring at the court when there’s not even a game taking place.
“Fancy seeing you again, Miss Manager.”
You turn your head to the side to see who’ll be this match’s receiver of your rejectorama streak. You’re a bit surprised when it’s not someone in their jersey, but someone in a business suit regarding you with a professional smile.
You know this guy. You’ve met him somewhere for sure.
Ah, yes. He’s that guy talking with Bokuto when Tsukishima introduced you.
You return the guy’s smile as you tilt your whole body to face him. “Sir Promoter,” you acknowledge quaintly. “How may I be of any help to you today?”
“I was wondering if you can tell me more about the Frogs this year,” he says kindly, all too kindly for your taste. You’d brush him off but you might just be reading into it too much. He might be actually only doing his job.
“I’d love to, but we have a game. Maybe another time, Sir Promoter,” you maintain your goody two shoes act to mirror his nice guy demeanor.
“How about tonight then?”
There it is - the slight tug of his lips and the hint of mischievousness that quickly flashed by his eyes. It was there only briefly but you saw it. He accidentally bared the fangs he’s hiding.
You take a step closer to him and give him a calculated smirk. Something tells you that you can’t pull the same antics you use to drive others away with this guy. You remember how he was studying you when you met the first time. You know he was into you or liked how you look at least.
As quick as he is to slip to his playful demeanor, he’s just as fast to be back to being well-mannered and polished, which you’re not totally sold on.
He’s playing a different game from others who have tried to ask you out. So you decide to change it up a bit and be upfront with him rather than creep him out with your weirdness.
“Are you asking me on a date, Sir Promoter?” you ask with unbridled mischievousness designed to throw him off.
Your plan works as you see him catch off his guard a bit with your direct question. However, he instantly recovers with his civil smile back on his face.
“Me? Sorry to disappoint but it’s purely for work.”
Your brow shoots up at his response.
“It won’t be a date or anything,” he says with the same nice guy facade right before he tears it down as he smirks and leans down to whisper in your ear.
“Unless you want it to be.”
A smirk shows itself from your lips before you can suppress it. You have to admit. This guy is good. He knows that part of your job is to provide the information he needs from the team. He’s using that to his benefit and make it seem this invite is completely for professional purposes.
You might have believed it and might have been completely fooled if you haven’t met him yet before.
You laugh a bit as you internally admit your defeat.
“After the match then, Sir Promoter.”
He pulls away and stands straight back up with a grin. “It’s Kuroo, in case you forgot,” he reintroduces himself.
“I didn’t.” You wink then pass by him without saying.
Kuroo chuckles to himself when you leave. He doesn’t mix business with pleasure. He really needs to get the updated profile of the Frogs for their database. He also needs to know which players he can include for their collaboration with Molten.
He planned to keep things professional and tried to keep his business pants on. But he failed to keep it for long when you easily noticed how attracted he is to you.
He shakes his head with a smile then heads to the benches where he’ll watch the game himself.
—
You clap your hands merrily after you tally the last winning point made by Kyoutani. Two more games and your team will be up against a team from Division 1.
The Frogs have only been successful in achieving a game with Division 2 in your first year as a manager. After that it’s been mostly at the top 3 or 4.
This year, you’re confident that you’ll advance again among other Division 2 teams.
When the team disperses for some down time after the match, you approach Coach Mira. “Hi Coach, I won’t be on the bus going back. The VBA promoter wants to ask me stuff about the team. I’ll gather everyone when it’s time to leave then meet the guy. Is there anything else you need me to do, Coach?”
She looks at you and smiles gratefully. “Nothing else, y/n. Thanks for your hard work as always.”
You smile back appreciatively before you turn around to get back on your tally sheet. You need to review the statistics of each member who played in the games.
“Hey,” you hear Tsukishima’s voice behind you before you grab your notebook.
“Hmm?” you respond quizzically, wondering what he might want from you after a game.
“You’re meeting Kuroo later?” he asks with his usual empty tone and expression.
“Yeah. You know him?”
You know that Tsukishima knows Bokuto, but you’re not sure if he knows the promoter Bokuto was with at the time. The Kuroo person might have just been there.
Tsukishima nods. “He…,” he trails off, sounding unsure of what he’s going to say next.
“He what?” you ask as you get your tally sheet from the bench.
“I trained with him too, along with Bokuto. He taught me how to block.”
You put down the tally sheet and gape at him. “Really? That guy is your mentor?”
You supposed that Kuroo has the build. He’s tall and even with his suit on, you can tell that he has some muscles going on underneath it. Now that you think about it, he’s actually kinda good looking. It’s just that a lot of athletes are buff, tall, and good-looking too that you’re desensitized to it now.
“Yeah,” he responds.
“I see. He’s asking me about the Frogs, something for his job I guess. I’ll meet with him right after I make sure all you guys are on the bus on the way back.”
You expect him to walk away and go to the restroom like he always does after a game, but he just stands in front of you saying nothing.
“What?”
“You should ask to reschedule. It’s already late.”
You look at your phone to check the time and it really is late than the usual time the games end. The slot the team got was the last match for the day and the earlier games were delayed so the team finished at already 9.30 pm.
“It’s fine. I don’t think it will take long anyways.”
He takes a few seconds before he answers. “Right,” then he walks away.
You finish summarizing your tally sheet then gather the members of the frogs. You make sure everyone is on the bus before you take your leave and go back inside the gymnasium where you agreed to meet Kuroo.
You see him against the railing where you were watching from earlier. His elbows are leaning on the banister with his hands on his pockets as he grins at you who’s walking towards him.
“Shall we commence this professional get-together?”
“Yes, we shall. Would you prefer going somewhere else?” he smiles as he asks.
“I’m all set here if it’s purely Frogs’ information you’re after,” you answer craftily, attempting to make him admit that there’s another kind of business he’s going for.
“Here it is then,” he responds with a grin, resolute in his stance that he’s not going to ask you out tonight. He clears his throat and stands up straight, his deviousness gone as he starts asking questions.
Damn, you were mistaken about this guy. He was just toying around with you earlier but really had no plans to ask you out. He must be like you who just likes to mess with people every once in a while. You probably came off cocky to him this morning.
More than being embarrassed, you’re amused. He’s actually interesting.
“That’s that, y/n. Thanks for your cooperation on this one,” he says politely.
“No worries. It’s part of my job.”
“Do you have a card so I can get back to you if I need anything again?”
You get your cardholder from the pockets of your pants, but you don’t feel anything even as you reach even the deepest parts of them. You check the pockets of your jacket as well but it’s not there either.
You most likely left it at home.
“Uhhh. I don’t have it with me right now. You can just take my number,” you suggest.
He raises one brow quaintly but brushes it off immediately as he hands you his phone. You take his phone and as you’re about to enter your contact details, you suddenly feel uncanny with giving him your number this way.
You look at him and ask. “It’s the same thing, right?”
He frowns. “What is?”
“Putting my number like this on your phone and giving you my business card,” you answer.
He chuckles lowly and glances at you with a very amused grin. “For you sake, I’d say yes, they’re the same.”
You enter your contact number and hand it to him with a smile. When he gets it, he raises his brow and looks back at you. “Manager of Sendai Kermits?”
You nod. “That way we keep it professional.”
His grin spreads wider as he pockets his phone. No one would put that kind of name in their contact details and genuinely think it’s professional.
“I have to be honest, y/n. You’re making it really hard for me to keep it strictly that way.”
You feign innocence as you put a gentle hand on your chest. “Me? But I’m not doing anything.”
Right, and Volleyball is a sport played by monkeys in pink dresses. “Sure,” he agrees and lets it go before he does something out of line like asking you to have late dinner with him since the game ended late already.
“We done?” you ask.
“Yeah. Sorry, I took longer than I expected,” he apologizes. At times, he’d get drawn in with how you speak and how entertaining you look while doing so that he got distracted. “How are you going to get home by the way? It’s late already.” If you’d ask him, he can take you home. Though he highly doubts you’d ask that of someone who’s practically a stranger.
“I think I can still catch the bus,” you casually respond.
“I can walk you to the bus stop if you don’t mind,” he discreetly offers, making sure that you’re comfortable with the idea.
“Hmm,” you ponder. Unlike the girls who he has gone out with, he can tell you’re not playing hard to get by delaying your answer. You’re really deciding on whether you’d let him extend what little time more there is to enjoy your company.
You grin at him genuinely, none of your pretentious facade whatsoever. “Alright!” you stand up and don't wait for him as you start walking already.
He shakes his head then easily catches up and walks beside you.
“How long have you been a manager?” It wasn’t a question to start a small talk. He’s seriously curious how long you have been doing this. He only got the promotion recently so he does not know most people aside from his friends and acquaintances from his Volleyball time in high school. Previously, he only had to work at the office. He’s establishing his own connections only now.
“Three years and counting,” you respond with your eyes straight ahead.
You’re a year ahead of him in this industry then. He got his job at the VBA two years ago. “Three years, huh? Isn’t that when Tsukishima joined the team as well?”
“You’re really that close with him, huh?” You remark with intrigue as you two continue walking towards the exit.
“Taught the boy everything he knows about blocking,” he comments with a grin even though you’re not looking.
Your rich laughter fills the empty hallway as you finally glance his way. “Why do you sound like a 40-year old man?”
“What can I say? I’m full of wisdom,” he counters immediately, causing you to raise an eyebrow to go with your amused smile.
“Forgive me, Mr. Promoter, but I have to say you're full of shit.”
He cackles uninhibitedly from your sharp-witted retort. He knows you have one hell of a personality based on the little interaction you had when he first met you, but you’re proving yourself to be a whole lot more than what he anticipated.
“Am I that easy to read?” He asks with traces of his laughter still in his voice.
You scrunch your nose quickly before smiling prettily at him. “I’m afraid so.”
As you two are about to reach the exit, he decides to just go for it. You’re getting more interesting and more interesting as he talks with you and there’s not really a rule that he’s not allowed to date people from the professional teams.
Since the meeting is done, this right now is technically not part of his job anymore. He’s doing it to spend more time with you.
“Actually, y/n. I have my car parked outside. If you don’t mind, I can drive you home instead,” he offers more at ease this time.
He seems like a legitimately good person who can grasp your sense of humor and hold a fun conversation. Most importantly, you somehow feel comfortable around him. Besides, it would be nice if you don’t have to take the bus or hail a cab to go home.
So you don’t take too long to decide. “Su-”
“Hey.” Someone cuts you off as you reach the outside of the Sendai Gymnasium. You look at your left where the familiar voice came from and see your favorite middle blocker. He’s still wearing the Sendai Frogs’ jacket, but now has pants on instead of their official shorts.
“Hey,” you respond with a puzzled look as to why he’s still there when you clearly remember he was seated at the back of the bus before you stepped out of it.
“Tsukishima,” Kuroo acknowledges his presence cordially with a grin.
Tsukki bows a bit to the promoter with an impassive expression, then looks at you again but doesn’t really say anything..
“What are you doing here?” you ask since he doesn’t look like he’s going to explain on his own.
He doesn’t answer and remains silent with his eyes glued on you. Your brows furrow a bit as you ask again. “I said what are you-”
“Coach asked me to wait for you.”
You blink at him several times while holding his gaze. You look down for one quick second then turn to Kuroo with a huge, dumb smile on your face. “I’d have to pass tonight, Kuroo. Coach might worry if I don’t go with him,” you point to Tsukishima as you say it.
Kuroo notices how you smile differently, more earnestly, with Tsukishima’s presence. He turns his attention to Tsukishima whose eyes are still on you despite the blank expression on the blonde’s face.
Tsukishima said he’s there because their Coach said so but Kuroo doesn’t buy it one bit. He can’t imagine Tsukishima willingly abiding the Coach’s orders to play nanny for you. Unless Tsukishima himself wants to do so.
Kuroo knows that you and Tsukishima are not dating. If you were, you wouldn’t be so surprised that he’s here waiting for you. But that gives Kuroo confirmation that something is going on with you two.
He looks back at you and returns the smile. “No worries. Maybe next time?” He asks casually albeit the meaning behind that laid-back question.
“Maybe,” you giggle softly as you answer. “I’ll see you around, Kuroo.” You give him a brief wave then head to Tsukishima’s side. The blonde, on the other hand, gives him a quick nod and bids him, “Good evening, Kuroo-san.”
You turn to him as well, “Good night!” Then pour your whole attention to the other guy beside you as you two walk away from him.
He remains where he is and watches your animated expression from afar. He really likes you. It’s too bad you like someone else though.
When you two are out of his sight, he walks to where he parked his car.
--
“So, Tsukki,” you grin at him. “Coach really is that concerned about me that she asked you to.. wait for me?” you ask with your tone dripping with amusement because you know that Coach will never ask that of someone, especially him. Coach Mira thinks he despises you and even if he doesn’t, she still wouldn’t. Coach Mira knows you can take care of yourself.
“Shut up,” he says lowly, but nothing more. You’re expecting a snide response but it doesn’t come.
“As thanks for last time, I’ll take you to your dorm,” he says with his eyes straight ahead.
You keep your gaze on him for a few more seconds then turn to the same direction he’s looking at. He never did thank you for it, but it’s not like you were expecting him to. You helped him get home out of concern both as his manager and his partner in class.
You didn’t expect that he’d still be thinking about it even after a week. Although, it makes sense that he does. Obviously, he’s never been in that state wherein he needed help getting home. He probably feels like he’s indebted or something.
Tsukishima glances briefly at how you’re still smiling even when you’re not talking. Earlier, he was battling himself on why he got off the bus and chose to wait for you. Sure, it’s pretty late, but it’s not like you can’t go home on your own.
If he’d be honest, until now, he still doesn’t know why he chose to get left behind and stand outside for who knows how long.
But seeing you as you are now, he knows he made the right decision to stay.
---
The timetable you planned for you and Tsukishima has long been messed up. You were supposed to finish this project a month ago. But a lot of things happened during your private meetings that you lost track of how you’re progressing along.
It isn’t only until that afternoon where you receive the last write up you need from Tsukishima for the project that you’re made aware that today is your last day together.
After you get the notification in your email, he glanced your way.
“What else do you need?” he asks.
You try to think of what else he can contribute, but you come up with nothing. Everything is set. You’re just restructuring your output as a whole so it’s coherent.
“Um. Nothing. We’re all good now,” you announce blandly instead of rejoicing that it will finally be over today.
You look at Tsukishima and find him looking at your screen. “Let me look at it,” he says to verify if it is as good as you say it is.
You slide a bit to your right so he can check the document himself. He skids in front of your laptop and scans the draft of the document you put up, checking for any possible room for improvement.
But you really are exceptional in organizing reports. It’s as cohesive as it can be, which ultimately is good news for you and for him. The project will be done by tonight.
“It is all good now,” he confirms.
When he glances back at you, you two share the same look - dismal. He knows that the project will end, even the semester is coming to a close soon. But he did not anticipate that your last meeting is today.
“Alright,” you break the uneasy air as you swat your hand to shoo him away. “Let me work this through so we can completely finish it.”
He’s not certain whether you’re asking him to leave already since he’s done his part or you’re just making him go back to his own laptop. Not wanting to embarrass himself, he asks, “Should I pack up and leave now?”
You narrow your eyes with displeasure. “Of course not. You’ll stay here until I finish the damn thing, Tsukishima. Don���t think I’ll let you off the hook that easily.”
He doesn’t complain and remains impassive as you watch him return to his seat. He fights off the grin that was threatening to surface on his lips while he starts doing his requirements for another class.
When you see him comply, you return your attention to wrapping up the project. The truth is you can send him home already. You don’t need his presence to finish the report. You just want to keep him longer, one or two more hours will do.
Then you longer have any reason to meet with him outside training hours. You’ll finally stop your private meetings along with your clandestine kisses.
You’ll be back to being solely his manager.
Even though you still have a lot of things to do for another subject, you take your sweet time with what you’re doing. You start typing like an old man whose reading glasses no longer work. Then after you’re done, you conduct a spell check which you normally don’t do because you correct typos as you go along, not after the output is done.
After an hour of dilly dallying around trying to clean the already clean word file, you reckon it’s time to let it go.
You look at Tsukishima and softly call his name, “Tsukki.”
He stops typing and faces you. “Done?”
You nod with a faint smile. “Yeah, we’re done.” Done with the project and done with whatever you two had.
“I already sent it to our professor as well,” you add.
“I see.” He packs up quietly then stands up to leave. You stand up as well and open the door for him. You stopped opening the door for him when he leaves, but since this is the last, you thought it was fitting that you send him out.
“Tsukishima.”
He pauses as you say his name, turning his head to face you and waits for what you’re going to say. You don’t really have anything to say though. You just stare at him. And he stares right back, his gaze studying your face carefully until it lands on your mouth. That’s when you figure out why you stopped him from leaving.
You want a last kiss.
When you started your agreement, you’ve never been afraid or shy to go for a kiss. Only now.
“What is it, y/n?” he asks calmly even though his eyes are on your lips. You know he wants the same despite the apathetic demeanor. If not, he wouldn’t be looking at you as he is right now.
Yet you don’t want to initiate.
Obviously, neither does he.
It’s kind of stupid. After the countless kisses, none of you moves to instigate the last one.
You don’t know how long you stare into each other, but since this seems to be going nowhere, you decided to just leave it as is.
“Good night. I’ll see you in training,” you say instead.
He seems to have recovered from his own daze as well when he responds with a dry, “Right,” before stepping out of your room.
You close the door behind him with a certain gloom you can’t make sense of. Months ago, you two wanted nothing more than to finish this project. Now that you’re finally free of each other, you feel... sad?
Ridiculous.
You shake it off and get back to what you’re supposed to be doing. You and Tsukishima had good teamwork. Although he has some rude comments here and there, they usually have no bite to them. Other than that, he was easy to work and hang around with. The liplocking was just a fun perk. Nothing more, nothing less.
--
You enter the gym and find that not much of the team is there yet. It’s Kogane, Tsukishima, Eiji, and Coach who’s only there.
You put your bag in one of the benches and get your report on the previous match of the team. You walk towards Coach Mira and hand it to her.
“Thanks, y/n,” she says with a pleasant smile she doesn’t show to anyone else from the team. “Can you set up the other net?” She asks while going over the report you gave her.
“Yes, Coach,” you answer agreeably then head to the other side of the court. You pull up a stool chair and stand on it as you tie the net to the pole.
“Y/n.”
You’re startled by Tsukishima’s voice behind you that the chair along with your ankles shake when you flinch. You try to grab the pole to steady yourself but you can’t reach it anymore.
“Shit!” You curse beneath your breath and just accept you’ll flat on your butt. But instead of falling, you feel a pair of huge hands on your waist that thwarts your ass kissing the floor.
“What are you doing?” You hear Tsukishima ask impertinently as he gently eases you back on the chair. “Do you need help getting down?” he follows up with his hands still on your waist.
You turn around carefully and place your hands on his shoulders to support yourself as you jump down on your own. You grin at him which is probably why he takes his hands off you. You turn around to tighten the bottom part of the net.
“Did you need something?” You ask as you continue tying the knot. You finish what you’re supposed to do and he still hasn’t answered so you face him again.
“What’s up, Tsukki?” You’re a bit confused why he’s silent when he’s the one who came up to you.
“Can you tape my fingers?”
The situation reverses and now, you’re the one who’s not responding. Three years as their manager and he’s never asked for help taping his finger.
“Uhh. Sure. Do you have your bandage with you?”
He gets it from the right pocket of his jacket and gives it to you. You get it and take his right hand to tape it first. Even though this is the first time he’s asked you to do it, you’ve done it before with Coach’s orders. Every single time you do, he has a disgruntled look on his face as he does his best for his eyes not to land on any part of your face.
But now, you can feel him staring at you while you work on his fingers.
“Something on my face, Tsukishima?” You ask teasingly.
“Yeah. You still have coffee on your chin,” he answers seriously.
You stop abruptly and shove the bandage on his palm to hastily wipe your chin. “Is it still there?” You look up to him as you ask.
He presses his lips together before he looks to the side. However, you catch the sligh tug in the corner of his mouth prior to turning away.
“What? Did I not get it?” You ask a bit worriedly as you try to remember the people you greeted on your way here. You beamed cheerfully at them and all this time, you had a smidge of coffee on your chin.
His shoulders start shaking and you can hear his suppressed laughter as he’s turned away from you.
You narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms. “You’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”
He returns his gaze at you with an entertained smirk. “If you stopped drinking coffee like it’s water then maybe you wouldn’t fall for such a simple ploy.”
You give him a sarcastic smile as you yank his hand to continue taping him. “Real mature, Tsukishima,” you remark dryly.
“You’re one to talk,” he instantly counters.
You snort and shake your head amusedly. In the past, you’d think it’s an insult, but at present, you can tell that it’s just benign banter.
While you tape his hands, there’s comfortable silence between you two that you only feel when you’re seated beside each other when you’re doing the project. You didn’t expect you’d feel it again even when you’re in the gym with other people around.
You’re almost done with his left hand when you hear Coach Mira call you. “Coming, Coach!” you yell from where you are and finish the tape on his middle finger.
“And it’s done,” you grin briefly at him then turn to where Coach is.
Before you go, you hear him utter a low, “Thanks.”
A faint smile forms on your face as you saunter back to Coach. When you reach her, she frowns a bit at you.
Your smile disappears, thinking that you made some error that Coach caught after you submitted it to her. “What’s wrong, Coach? Is something off with the report?” You ask a bit troubled.
“No. It’s perfect as usual,” she remarks commendably.
You ease up knowing that your write up is still quintessential. “What else can I do to help?” Since there’s nothing wrong with the report, she must need help for another task.
“Actually, I wanted to ask if you’re dating Tsukishima.”
Now you wish there’s something wrong with the file you submitted instead. You’d prefer that than having Coach suspect there’s something like that between you and Tsukishima.
Nothing’s going on with you two except for the project you had together. Usually, you don’t give a shit what other people think of you. But not Coach. You don’t feel comfortable that she is dubious of your relationship with the blonde middle blocker.
“What made you ask, Coach?” you ask, wondering where she got the idea.
“You two seem more.. I don’t know,” she struggles for the next words while you wait anxiously for it. “more at ease with each other now,” she continues.
You feign a laugh and respond casually. “I’m just messing with him as usual,” you lie because it’s the other way around.
Coach glances back at Tsukishima then at you. “He looks like he’s enjoying it this time though. He’s even staring at you when I called you here.”
You turn your head his way and see him practicing his serve already. You face Coach again and smile bemusedly. “I wonder why.” You really have no idea why he was staring.
Coach studies your face for a few seconds then shrugs. “Alright. I’ll let you get back to work instead of being a nosy middle-aged woman,” she smiles at you then returns to the report you gave her.
You nod politely then turn around to go to the stockroom. When you’re almost there, you glance discreetly to Tsukishima and reflect on Coach Mira’s suspicion.
Does it really seem like you have that relationship with him?
--
You thought of doing your uni requirements in the library today for a new work setting. As you’re approaching the entrance of the library, you open your bag to get your ID.
Several minutes of rummaging your bag and you still can’t find it.
Shit! Did you lose it?
The last time you actually saw it when you used it to enter the bar. Did you drop it from your pocket? But you put it in your back pocket so you won’t accidentally lose it when you get your phone.
You close your bag and try to remember the whole night. Who were the people you talked to?
A lot. You talked to a lot of people but you really had no reason to take your ID out.
You can only think of two possible ways you lost it. First was in the cab with Tsukishima. You shifted too much on your seat that it may have slid out of your back pocket. Second would be in their restroom where you changed clothes.
You get your phone and text Tsukishima.
‘Tsukki! By any chance, did I leave my id there or sumthin? >_<’
Tsukishima hears his message tone as he descends their stairs. He waits until he reaches their couch and then opens his phone to read the message.
ID? Did you lose it?
Even if you did, you shouldn’t be too worried since it’s almost graduation. You won’t need it anymore.
He types in his reply.
‘Why bother finding it? You won’t need it soon.’
“Kei.”
He lifts his gaze from his phone before sending it when he hears his brother’s voice. “What is it?” he asks.
Akiteru sits on the other couch adjacent to the one he’s sitting on. “Any plans after graduation?”
He’d feel pressured and irritated from the question if it was asked by someone else. “I have an interview at the Sendai Museum next week,” he answers blankly despite feeling a bit certain of applying for the post.
“I didn’t know you were already looking for a job. That’s great though!” Akiteru comments brightly.
“Yeah,” he answers lowly then looks down on his phone again. “Alright, then. I was just curious.” His brother smiles caringly then stands up.
“Nii-san,” he calls before Akiteru leaves the room.
“Yes?” His brother looks at him still smiling.
“Did you see an ID that’s not mine around?” he asks ambiguously because he doesn’t want to mention your name on the high chance that Akiteru hadn’t seen it. His older brother has bugged him about it non-stop after you took him home last week. He doesn’t want to remind Akiteru about it unnecessarily.
“Silly me! I forgot to tell you. The other day, mom saw y/n’s university ID in the washing machine when she was hanging clothes. She gave it to me because you were still not home then. I’ll give it to you in your room later,” Akiteru grins widely then waves at him before heading up the stairs.
He’s relieved that he heard no more than that. He was honestly expecting more teasing, but fortunately, his brother seems to have toned it down now.
He gets to his phone again and types instead.
‘Yeah. It’s here.’
Not more than a minute later, he receives your response already.
‘Can u bring it in class or training? :D’
He easily types ‘Okay’ since it’s just a small favor. Then when he’s about to send it, his thumb hovers above the send button.
He deletes it and sends a different reply.
‘No.’
You frown when you read his response. You thought he’s somehow warmed up at you already but seems like he’s back to being a salty ass. It’s just an ID. It weighs like nothing and can fit in his pocket. What’s the deal?
You’re drafting your reply when he sends another text message.
You quickly tap the notification that briefly flashed on top of your screen and raise your brows when you completely read it.
‘Get it yourself. It’s in my room.’
After a few seconds, you shake your head and chuckle at what he meant with his superficially rude message.
Tsukishima, you smooth tsundere bastard.
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Erron black/F! Reader
Old friend.
This one took a little bit, sorry if it's not quite as quality as my other fics!
MAJOR TW for Guns, threats, and Kano being a dick to precious puppies.
You and Erron black had grown up together. Two kids brought closer by horrible lives. Sharing the scraps of food you had with each other. Ranting about awful parents, ranting about school. In your teenage years, you were the one to patch him up after fights. He was the one to beat the shit out of your bullies. The two of you hated that town and everyone in it. You used to think the two of you would stay as thick as thieves forever. Your paths only split when you wanted to live a normal life. Live the peaceful, country way you had seen so many others do, but never grew up with yourself. Erron, however, only wanted money, glory. He wanted to take the back roads and do all the things normal folks wouldn't dare to get his fill.
You didn't understand his choice to be a mercenary, but it wasn't your choice to make for him. Whatever life he wanted to have was good enough for you as long as he made it out of that shitty town. He didn't contact you much. He only really showed up on your doorstep when he was dying and needed someone to patch him up. But at least he was coming to see you, right?
With a sigh you stepped into your little country home, smiling slightly at the immediate sounds of your fur babies running to meet you. A blur of orange fur rushing to thread between your legs and trip you, while your sweet pound mutt waited patiently for you to set your keys on the key rack.
"Hey boys." Chester meowed at you rather loudly, only to take off when you leaned down to pet him. The crazy feline darting under Archie's body as he happily waited for his own pets. It was easy to smile at the warm welcome, immediately a little more relaxed after finally getting home. You stretched at the door, setting your bag down to head into the kitchen.
The first thing you settled on was giving your boys their long-awaited scoops of food, both of them sat down neatly next to each other. Only Archie waited for your go-ahead, Chester already digging in by the time you gave him a laughing "Ok, Archie."
You patted your mutt before taking some leftovers out, eyes catching on the printed photo of you and Erron from senior year. It's been a few months since last he came to visit. The thought made you a little sad. But the memory of the photo gave you a nostalgic, happy feeling. With an arm slung around his shoulders, and a goofy look on your face, Erron was the complete opposite of you. The goof pretended to be annoyed at your antics, but you could see the slight smile at the corner of his lips.
"Come on! Just one photo. It's not like it's going to kill you, Erron."
"It's not going to kill me, no. But I might end up killing you."
"Pfft- yeah right."
Your smile grew a bit wider. You sat down at the table alone as you finished your dinner. Erron had always been a strange one. Always tough, trying to be unfeeling. Not wanting anyone to be close. Not wanting any affection besides the one-night stands and the women he infatuated. Always the one to flirt, but never with you.
No. Not ever with you. You smirked. He always acted differently around you. More nervous, more fidgety. You'd been in love with him since before you even knew what love truly was. And you had known for years that he loved you back. You had just been waiting for him to admit it. You'd scoffed at yourself time and time again for not making the first move, but Erron wasn't ready for that. You didn't think he was, at least. You just wished he had gotten therapy like you had asked him to.
The scraping of your fork against your plate was your only indication that you had finished eating, you definitely spaced out a bit. You always did when you thought of Erron. Maybe he would visit soon. Maybe you should stop thinking that to make yourself feel better.
The plate clicked lightly against the floor when you set it down for Archie to lick before you set it in the sink. By the time you turned off all the lights and headed to bed Chester was already asleep on your pillow, Archie curled up in his own bed next to the nightstand. You moved the orange tabby slightly to the side so you could lay down, and he yelled in protest the way that annoyed kitties do. It was easy to slip into a comfortable sleep with your boys next to you.
The sound of your sweet Archie growling a feral warning was what woke you up that night. You shot out of bed, ripping off the covers and grabbing the shotgun from under your mattress. Archie never growls. An unhinged bark sent a jolt of panic through you, along with Chester, who woke up to sprint under your bed and hide. Archie certainly never barked. Not like that. Not in that way. Something was wrong. You clicked off the safety and cocked the shotgun.
You moved slowly at first, creeping your way over to the sound of Archie's growls, but when he let out a sharp whine, your vision went white-hot with rage.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY DOG!" You shouted, finally turning the corner and into the living room where two figures lurked. The lamp was still on, and as your eyes adjusted you could make out the masked face of Erron, and the form of some asshole looming over Archie with your baby backed into a wall.
Erron didn't respond at all at the sight of you. The unknown figure by your dog stood up slowly and whistled.
"You did say she was a feisty one." You scowled, keeping the gun pointed squarely on the man.
"Erron. I don't know why you're fucking here, but please tell me you don't know this asshole so I can just shoot him." Erron rolled his eyes at you. The figure laughed, moving away from Archie, who sprinted over to you so that he could cower behind your legs. Your eyes were trained on the figure as he proceeded to sit in your own fucking armchair.
"Name's Kano. Leader of the black dragon." The black dragon. The group of mercenaries that Erron had joined. Why the fuck did Erron bring this guy into your home. Erron called your name.
"Set the gun down, sugar." You didn't take your eyes off of Kano.
"Respectfully, Erron, I don't think I will." Kano laughed, but you didn't think anything was funny. Erron called your name again, strutting over to you carelessly. Archie growled as he got closer. He set a hand on the gun, pushing it down.
"Calm. Down." You huffed but gave in. Sending your friend a nasty look as you lowered your defense. Erron wouldn't willingly let you be in danger. There's no way he would. You had to remember that.
"We came here for some help. 'Know that cave at the edge of your property?" The cave? You found it when you had just moved in, part of an old interlocking set of mining tunnels carved out of the land in the early 1900s. When you checked it out at first, it was Erron who actually went with you. You had a fond memory of fucking around in the tunnel, only to find an old elevator next to a dead-end tunnel with bloody handprints and markings that trailed across the wall and into the elevator. That was enough to get the two out of there. What would they want with it?
"What about it?"
"Those runes we found in it match what a client is looking for. We just want to check it out, and get outa' you're way." You laughed, glancing between Kano, who was currently putting a cigarette out on your favorite chair- and Erron, who still stood next to you in an almost defensive manner.
"Am I supposed to believe that there's no catch to this? No killer secrets? No blackmail?" Kano snickered, standing from his chair and walking over to you. You stood strong, but the beating of your heart sped up. You hated feeling afraid.
"The catch is, you show us the cave, and we leave your little buddy here alive." You scowled, and Erron sighed deeply at his boss, knowing already that he had started something.
"First of all, you don't get shit if you threaten my dog, asshole. You piece of human sh-"
"Just think of it as a favor between friends." Erron interrupted. You frowned at his words. His paycheck was definitely depending on it. Your thoughts split In two different ways. One, the fact that he's using your friendship to manipulate you into doing him a favor, two… it felt relieving that he still thought of you as friends.
You finally gave in, sighing and relaxing almost completely. Archie nuzzles your leg before running off. You turned your head just slightly to watch him out of confusion when a sudden yank catches your attention. Kano had snatched your shotgun straight out of your hands. Erron stiffened next to you.
"I'll take that!"
"You-!" Erron held out back just as you went to lunge at Kano. You struggled against him for just a moment before he gave you a bit of a push to set you back. What had gotten into him?!
"Ah ah ah! Sorry, Sheila, there's no way we're gonna let you keep this on you. Erron?" Kano taunted. You went to yell in protest but only yelped, Erron's hands suddenly holding onto your arm.
"Just comply. It'll be over soon." Erron whispered. You grumbled in protest but didn't fight it as they took you from your warm house.
Kano walked proudly ahead of you and Erron while navigating to the cave. Fucker didn't even know where he was going. You had been scowling the whole time, a surprising feat while Erron was around. Speaking of which, His hand on your arm had softened its hold, but the strangest thing was that he still wouldn't look at you.
"This is your idea of a visit?" You mumbled to him. He shook his head, his heavy steps landing on a twig he forcefully snapped as you walked. He was definitely in a mood.
"This' a business trip, hun. Wouldn't be here if it weren't for that." You snickered.
"Yeah right. You'd end up here eventually." You said the words but didn't quite believe them as you walked. "Don't think you could stay away if you tried."
"-And I tried." You ignored the painful sting in your chest, going silent before shouting another set of directions to Erron's dipshit boss. You could almost feel Erron's gaze change as his eyes remained on you.
"-look, I didn't want you to get caught up in all this. It's bad enough that I'm here now." The words made you frown slightly. You elbowed Erron in the side, trying to make a little light of the situation.
"Better than Kano coming out here by himself." Erron laughed.
" 'Betcha you'd've killed him the moment he stepped into your house."
"I almost did." You couldn't see Erron's smile through his mask, but the happy look in his eyes was infectious. You couldn't help but blush a bit, walking closer to him. His hold on your arm was loose and comfortable at this point, and you couldn't make yourself break out of it.
"You lovebirds done shit-talking or what?" God, you hated this Kano guy. The rest of the walk was silent. After about 30 minutes of almost tripping on fallen limbs, you finally made it to the cave.
"Quite a big place for such a little property, huh?" You didn’t respond to Kano. Ignoring him as Erron guided you to walk past him.
"Oh don't be coy. Where'd all that fire go?" Kano was taunting you again, but both you and Erron ignored him this time. Erron spoke over him when he tried to speak a third time.
"Which way d'you go from here?" You laughed.
"You think I know? I try to stay away from this place as much as I can. Haven't been here since you were with me." Erron furrowed his eyebrows, taking a moment to click a flashlight on. He looked around for a moment, before setting out in a direction. Kano followed behind, a little too close to your back for your liking.
Shivers ran rampant across your skin when you finally found the elevator. Kano pushed past you forcefully, knocking you off balance. Erron caught you with a steady hand around your waist. You relaxed in his touch, and once again pushed forward.
"Ahh! Look at that beauty!" Kano took out a camera, and you flinched at the flash.
"I'm sure the client won't mind if we keep a few copies of the pictures to ourselves, now would he?" Kano laughed. Being around Erron was nice, but you were losing your patience. It was late, you had work in the morning, and you were just plain tired of this black dragon bullshit. You didn't notice when Erron's arm fell away from yours.
"Look, I showed you the cave. Just give me my gun, and let me go back to bed." Kano snickered at your words, Erron loomed behind you.
"I don't think you'll be going far." Kano spat on the ground after he spoke, you scowled.
"Excuse me?" Kano's smile was gritty and disgusting. He whistled at Erron, walking past you with your shotgun held loosely in his grip. You contemplated snatching it, but when you whipped around-
It almost felt like you couldn't breathe. You were staring down the barrel of Erron's pistol for a long moment.
"Look kid, we can't have someone like you knowing about this cave thing, it's too risky and all that blabber, you understand. You've been such a delightful host and all, but it's time for you to go." Kano laughed.
"Can't tell any divine dipshits about our little meeting if she's dead anyway, now can she Erron?" Erron had never been so out of focus before, his stomach wringing in knots. He hardly knew what to think as he pointed the gun at you, something he'd never thought he'd ever do.
"Hey?" A little voice called out. A little face leaning down to peer at the little boy with his head buried unto his knees. He hardly glanced up.
"Hi." He had murmured so quietly.
"Do you want to share this sandwich with me? You look lonely."
"Erron?" Your voice quivered. Panic was written all over your face. His finger lingered on the trigger as his chest squeezed.
"Sit still, dumbass." You squeezed his bloodied arm.
"That shit burns!" He hissed out. You laughed at him, dabbing at the large cut he had gotten from some idiot with broken glass on the school grounds.
"Well duh. It's isopropyl alcohol. It's gonna burn like hell." He was cute when he was confused. You laughed.
"It disinfects the wound, Erron."
"... I knew that. I'm not fucking stupid." He had grumbled.
"Nothin' personal." He finally spoke. The words hurt him as they came out.
"That's not how you use a rifle." Throwing popcorn, at Erron, you quickly stole the remote to turn the volume up.
"Shh! Just shut up and enjoy the movie. Westerns aren't exactly supposed to be realistic."
"Well I can't really enjoy an unrealistic western, can I?- he's holding that wrong-"
Your face started to shift from panic to anger as kano patted Erron's shoulder, walking back into the rickety elevator.
"Panicked now, aren't ya Sheila? Want to beg? Or are you the proud sort?" You snarled at him.
"No." You said stiffly. "No. I want to see you do it, Erron." Kano laughed from the elevator. Erron remained stiff, his smooth voice taking a moment to come out.
"Look, you don't know-"
"I said do it, Erron!" You snapped, stepping closer to the cowboy. He didn't step back, his hand didn't waver. You stepped close enough to him that the barrel of his pistol pressed to your forehead.
"Go ahead! Be Kano's little lapdog. Shoot me." You spat, the adrenaline working its way into your system. "Shoot me and say goodbye to all the FUCKING years I took care of your ass and bury me in that shitty town we grew up in Erron!" Erron's stone-faced seriousness finally broke, and even though he was wearing a mask you could still see the rage in his eyes as he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and forcefully yanked you closer to him. He kept the gun pressed to the side of your head.
"Do you have any idea who you're provoking? You. don't. know me. anymore. Sugar. You don't have any idea what I'm capable of!" You let out a curt laugh.
"You and I both know I still do." You snarled. Both of you went silent, the tension crackling between the two of you. You could see the panic that hid under the steely overlaying emotion in his eyes. Only Kano's ongoing childish taunts remained.
"Well then, Erron? Get on with it!" Erron's stiff posture remained, he spoke to Kano, but his eyes remained on yours.
"Fuck off Kano." Kano didn't take that well.
"Excuse me? I'm your boss, dipshit. You can't just-" All of a sudden, Erron pushes you back, reels around, and shoots through the spaces in the old metal elevator, the bullet hits the back of the wall, and ricochets through the old, decaying pulley rope that held it up. Kano looks up in horror and rage. His screaming and cursing faded as the elevator launched down and crashed to the very bottom of the mine.
All is silent. All that can be heard is your labored breathing from all the shouting and adrenaline.
"Still want me to shoot you?" Erron asks. Speaking smug words with a tone only you could recognize as him trying to hide his panic. You scowled again. Walking over to him with tears stinging at the corner of your eyes.
"You're such a fucking asshole!" You shouted, punching him in the shoulder. Erron didn't flinch.
"And?" You couldn't stop the tears now. All the pain, and heartbreak, and sadness rushing out at once. You weekly hit his shoulder one more time, and grappled him into a hug, burying your face into his chest without being able to stop your sobs. Erron stood stiff. After a moment, his arms slid around your waist, and he held you back tightly.
"Kano's gonna kill you for that." You laughed through the tears. Erron didn't respond. His hand left your side for only a moment, and when it held onto again he had taken off his mask, letting it drop to the floor. Erron buried his face into your hair, holding you a bit tighter than before.
It was quiet again. Erron squirmed after a moment.
"...I wouldn't have buried you in that town." You snorted, not taking your face out of his chest, biting your nails into the fabric of his shirt just a bit.
"So you admit you would've shot me?" Erron didn't react to the words. He only sighed into your hair, lifting a hand to pinch your ear. You pulled yourself out of his chest with a laugh, and his hands settled on your waist. You wiped your tears, your nose, and tried to make yourself a little better. It didn't really work. Erron could see that. He lifted a calloused hand to your cheek anyway.
"Just because you've come to your fucking senses doesn't mean I'm not still mad." You sniffled, smiling still as the bitter words fell out of your mouth.
"Yeah, well you should be. Kano was being an asshole anyway. That's the only reason I let you go." Erron coughed, you raised an eyebrow at him, clearly not buying it. He rolled his eyes, huffing through his nose.
"... Maybe not the only reason." The smile returned to your face, and you rolled your eyes at him this time. At this point, it was almost like he didn't realize it himself.
"God, you're really not fooling anyone, dumbass." Erron scowled, about to retort when you decided, Fuck it. And clutched his face to pull him into a kiss. He didn't respond at first, stiff and uneasy. Always so stubborn. After a second or two though, he melted into your lips, pulling you closer. It was hard to hold on to all your anger when he was just so kissable. He'd get his ass beaten for this little stunt. You would make sure of that, but right now all you wanted to focus on was the relieving kiss you had waited so long for.
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