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lukesaprince · 5 months
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Kinktober #5 - Just Keep Streaming
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Summary: Where Harry is a streamer and you just need attention, whether he's live or not.
Warning: blowjob, masturbation, exhibitionism (viewers can kind of tell what's happening but not really)
Word count: 2.8k+
Author's note: Something a little less intense this time but it's a nice chill one compared to the next kinktober which IMO is a LOT spicier 😈 ! This is based off this ask. Enjoyy!
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“Baby? I cut up some fruit and thought you might like some. It’s strawberries, your favourite” you knocked on the door, opening it a moment later only to find Harry still streaming live. His brows were furrowed in concentration, thumbs moving erratically across his controller as he mumbled a curse under his breath. “Oh shit, sorry” you apologised, voice turning into a whisper at the realisation as you crept quietly into the room. 
“Hey, baby,” Harry murmured, left arm curling around your waist as he paused his stream. “Got my girl here everyone, gotta pause for a moment.” He flashed the screen a smile, one of his classic Styles smiles that many of his fans adored. Most were there because they enjoyed how he played his games, while others just liked his pretty face and that dashing smile of his. 
You smiled and waved to the camera, knowing by now that he can pause a game but the live continues. “Helloo, just delivering some fruit.” You smiled again down at Harry, loving that adorning look in his eyes behind those sexy glasses of his. 
The chat of the stream seemed to be going wild, many commenting on how cute you both were while there were a few annoyed that he paused the game or that you were there at all. You didn’t like to interrupt his streams so you rarely did so unless it was important. Fruit wasn’t important, but you were so goddamn needy today you just needed to see your boyfriend. 
He just looked so fucking good in those glasses of his and that damn ‘women are smarter’ t-shirt stretched across his broad chest made something sinful churn in your belly. Harry had to be one of the hottest gamers you had ever met, and he hated to be complimented on it. He was a happy and content man, but the moment you paid him a compliment about anything, he got all shy and squirmy.
Maybe that was the reason you liked to praise him a lot in bed. Something about that cute blush on his cheeks just got you horny as ever.
“Thank you.” He squeezed your hip and smiled affectionately. You knew he wanted to kiss you. You could tell by the way his eyes flickered between your mouth and your eyes. But he was a private guy, and any time you kissed him while he was live, he got all flushed and shy. 
“You’re welcome.” You just kissed his cheek and pressed your hand to his thigh purposefully, squeezing it in a way that had him tensing up. That cute blush on his cheeks grew and a hushed ‘y/n’ slipped from his mouth in almost a warning, his eyes flicking between you and his monitor like he was worried someone would catch that innocent touch. “I’m gonna go get you some water, okay?” 
Ignoring his worried eye contact, you turned around and walked out of the room, feeling satisfied from the reaction you managed to get from him. When you returned he was back on live, but this time you made sure to stay out of the camera’s view as you made your way to his desk and placed the glass of water on the top. 
When his eyes found you for a quick glance, they widened immediately and he did a complete double take when he registered that you had completely taken your pants off and was now only wearing his oversized t-shirt. He paused his stream without reason, shutting out the rest of the world as his mouth dried at the sight of your bare thighs.
Fuck did he love when you wore his t-shirt and nothing else. But he couldn’t get distracted, not when he had thousands of people waiting for him to return on live. 
“Y/n… what are you doing?” He swallowed thickly, eyes moving from your thighs to your eyes. 
“Nothing… just got a little hot is all” You shrugged, smiling innocently before grabbing his hand and bringing it to your mouth. You kissed his fingertips, keeping eye contact with him. “Mind if I sit in here and watch?” 
Fuck.
Harry shook his head, trying to clear his mind from all his dirty thoughts. He had a lot of them, especially with the way you decided to bite his finger just to tease him a little harder.
“N-no, of course not.” 
You smiled widely and kissed him properly this time, this time running your hand further up his thigh until your fingertips grazed his hardening cock through his sweatpants. You felt him tense up immediately and that was the moment you drew back and acted like you hadn’t just touched him. “Good, I’ll be right over here if you need anything… or want to join me.”
You settled onto the couch right beside his desk. It was out of the way from the camera but within a couple steps of Harry’s reach, just too far for him to stop you if you decided to tease him a little further. And you couldn't resist doing just that. Who could blame you, really? Just the sight of him gaming turned you on, and you had already been wet and aching from when you woke up beside him this morning. 
Harry eyed you quickly, knowing the exact game you were playing before looking straight at the camera and resuming his stream. He made some poor excuse of faulty internet then got back into playing his game. You didn’t understand much about what he was doing to be honest, since gaming wasn’t really your cup of tea, more Harry’s. But you did understand that the angry vein in his neck and his tensed jaw of frustration was getting you wetter and wetter between your legs. 
With every groan and small curse of frustration, even his stupid jokes and that cute laugh of his that drew in the fans just because of his charisma, you were getting more desperate and desperate. Your core ached and your body was growing hot. That touch-starved feeling crept through your veins like fire and it felt like if Harry didn’t touch you soon you’d explode.
So you did what any sane person would do and spread your legs. You weren’t one to wear underwear around the house, not when you were just lounging around and being unproductive so there was nothing on underneath Harry’s oversized t-shirt.
Harry looked over, expecting you to be on your phone in boredom or maybe watching him play like you said you would. The last thing he expected to see was your bare, soaked pussy between those pretty parted thighs of yours. It had his mouth watering but he was also panicking a little because he was still live and everyone was looking at his face. He muted the stream, able to keep the game running as he was in a safe zone within it.
His eyes widened and he sputtered slightly, “Fuck, y/n. What are you doing?”
“I’m lonely.” You pouted, bringing your heels up on the edge of the couch so you were even more spread for him. Delicately, you ran your fingers up your inner thighs, keeping eye contact with Harry. “So why don’t you join me and help me fix my problem?”
Your fingers traced higher up your thighs, then missed your pussy completely to go up to your face, where you brought two to your mouth and sucked gently, getting them all wet. Everything you did was purposeful and teasing and you could see the way Harry’s cock was getting harder within his pants.
“Jesus” He muttered under his breath, mouth gaped when you slowly brought those two fingers down to your pebbled clit. The gasp you let out when your fingers finally made contact was a little dramatised, but Harry either couldn’t tell or didn’t care because he was mesmerised by the way you rubbed little circles over yourself. 
He looked back to the computer screen, seeing dozens of comments all asking him what was happening. Some were alluding that you were doing something suspicious, others even teasing him for the blush on his cheeks and the way he was nervously biting his lip. Even though there was no sound, everyone could tell Harry was talking to someone and that something else was happening in the room around him.
“Fuck, baby. You need to stop. I have to finish this live.”
“Finish it then. I can take care of myself” You smirked a little, relaxing further into the couch while running your fingers downwards to your entrance.
“That’s not fair” Harry whined a little, face all red and hands shaking on his thighs like he was restraining himself from jumping to your aid and burying his face in your pussy. That’s what he really wanted to do. He could practically taste you on his tongue.
“It is.” You tutted, moaning gently when your fingers met your clit again, this time harder and more purposeful. “Now be a good boy and keep streaming, Harry.”
Harry had his moments of dominance in the bedroom, especially when he was in the mood to be in control. But for the most part, your sex life was a lot of back-and-forth banter and teasing on your part until he snapped. He just always got a little nervous when you teased him and blushed when you kissed or complimented him. Oh and the way he took praise? It was adorable and too sexy for your own good.
So he obeyed, resumed the stream and made another half-ass apology before continuing the game. But it was clear he was distracted by you. His play was off and he kept looking over at you with puppy dog eyes like he was so upset by his lack of participation in your little game. The comments kept flooding in, asking him what he was looking at and why he was suddenly so quiet when he had been chatty the whole stream.
Harry couldn’t exactly tell them that you were sat right beside him with your hands between your legs, could he?
Even with those puppydog eyes though, he still wasn’t budging and you were getting incredibly bored playing with yourself when he was so distracted. You wanted him, not your own fingers. So you waited until the game seemed intense, until there was a big moment that needed his concentration then you slipped his t shirt off leaving you naked and slid off the couch onto the floor.
You were quiet and slow as you crawled over to him and pushed his rollerchair back so you could get under the desk and between his legs. When his eyes met yours under the desk, they nearly rolled into the back of his head. “Fucking-” The curse slipped before he slammed his hand on the keyboard and paused the stream again. 
The comments started again, making guesses and being irritated but Harry didn’t care. How could he care when you were naked on your knees before him with your nimble fingers fiddling with the drawstring of his pants. “Y/n… please baby, you gotta let me finish” 
His expression was pained but it quickly morphed into a look of pleasure when you palmed him through his pants, loving how hard he was already. “Do you want me to stop? Because I will, whenever you want” You teased, pressing your tongue flat against his tip and soaking the material. 
“No-no, just-fuck” 
“Turn it back on then, Harry.” You drawled before pulling his pants down just enough for his cock and balls to spring free. You wasted no time in bringing it to your mouth, tapping his tip against your tongue and eliciting a low hiss that had satisfaction rolling through your body. “Now, baby. You can do it.”
So he did. He threw out another half-assed, stuttered apology and tried to get back to the game. But everyone knew what was happening. How could they not? His whole body jerked when you brought him properly into your mouth and started bopping your head. Everytime his tip touched the back of your throat he jumped like he had been electrocuted. He was trying to control his facial expressions too because his camera was on, but he couldn’t stop his mouth from gaping and his eyebrows from furrowing. 
His eyes were darting between the screen and you, not wanting to completely fuck up the game, but also not miss a single second of the love of his life giving him one of the most intense blowjobs he had ever experienced. The riskiness and immoral nature of the situation only seemed to fuel his orgasm further because it felt like he had never been touched by another person before in his life.
His gameplay turned to shit and he had practically gone mute, unable to say anything in fear of moaning out loud and exposing your game to everyone. But his followers already knew, and even though he tried to focus on the game, his streamers weren’t anymore.
OMFG is he getting blown rn? He keeps looking down, SURELY he’s being 👄 🍆 That’s a BJ face if I’ve ever seen one Ugh, I wish I was giving him a blowjob.
The way Harry was being so collected truly impressed you. Even the way he managed to throw a joke in and breathe out a very pained laugh at something someone said amazed you. He was usually vocal and shaky during a blowjob and very touchy, something he couldn't be since he needed both hands to play his game. He hated that he couldn’t have his hands in your hair like he wanted, especially because he knew how much you liked it.
It was clear he was struggling, though. His whole body was tense and his foot was tapping incessantly on the floor in an anxious, erratic pattern. Harry was either about to come or trying very hard not to show his pleasure. 
It was the former.
Everything about the situation was just pushing Harry closer and closer to the finish line and he couldn’t stop it. He wanted to hold on because the game was nearly over and he was determined to finish it, but he could barely click the buttons let alone actually play to win. Harry also knew no one watching was really worried about the game anymore, especially with the comments flooding his chat bar and the increased number of viewers that seemed to appear from nowhere.
He should’ve been embarrassed and maybe once he came and had post-orgasm clarity he would be, but in the moment he could barely remember his name let alone care about his followers seeing him with a gaped expression on his mouth. How would they know that he had the prettiest angel on her knees for him?
“‘M so sorry but I gotta cut this short, technical d-” he practically convulsed when you swallowed around him, his knuckles white from how hard he was holding onto the controller. “Technical difficulties.” He swallowed thickly, looking down at you to see you pulled off him with a big grin on your face before you brought him back into your mouth. “I’ll do a double stream n-next time to make up for i-it.”
Harry could barely talk now. The best he could do was throw out a ‘see you next time’ before he ended the stream and collapsed back in his chair, head tipping back in a loud moan as his orgasm crashed over him without warning. The pleasure was blinding and seemed to go on forever while ribbons of cum filled your mouth. 
You swallowed it all eagerly, playing with his balls and sucking his tip to get as much as you could until you were forced to pull back when he nudged your forehead backwards. A pitiful whimper let his throat and he panted erratically while looking down at you. 
“That was so cruel” He panted, running a hand through his hair. You smiled and placed your hands on his knees to push yourself up so your faces were close together. He bit his lip, looking down at your bare breasts before focusing on your face. 
“Was it? Remind me never to suck you off again, then. Okay?” 
“No! No, you don’t have to do that” He protested quickly, a blush forming on his cheeks at how quick he was to reject your commentary. “It was fucking good. Thank you.”
This time Harry was the one to lean forward to kiss you. It was soft but deep and you found yourself whimpering into his mouth and completely relaxing against his body. Unfortunately, you could barely enjoy the kiss on its own when it just seemed to remind you of that uncomfortable, desperate feeling between your legs.
“Think you can go a round two? ‘M so, so wet. Please” You panted into his mouth, squeezing his knees while pressing your chest to his. He rumbled a groan in response and grabbed your ass, kneading your cheeks in his hands. 
“Maybe this time we stay off live, yeah?” Harry suggested, pulling back to scan your body and the desperation in your eyes. You just nodded.
“I think that’s a good idea. I’m not sure how your fans would take to me calling you Daddy.” You were only joking, especially since you had never actually called him Daddy but Harry didn’t seem to take it as a joke. No, calling him Daddy seemed to reignite that mischievous and cocky side to him, which usually only came out in the heat of a moment. 
“They call me Daddy already, baby. But I do think it’s your turn. Don’t you?”
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flamingpudding · 6 months
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Fictober23 Prompt: 5 - "You're the smartest person I know."
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: T
Warnings: Mensions of Blood, Injury and Violence
A/N: This is kind of a bad timeline kind of situation that plays into the Gamer Pal Prompt I wrote before but can still be read independently.
Danny gasped as he staggered along the alley wall, with no idea where he was. He leaned with his shoulder against the wall as his left hand pressed against the wound on his stomach that refused to stop bleeding. He was confused, dizzy and pretty sure his father had given him a concussion, so closing his eyes and just sleeping on the side of the street was out of the question.
Tucker had thrown him through a portal Wulf had opened and that portal had spit him out here in… he doesn't recognise anything. But he was pretty sure he wasn't in Amity anymore. His vision was blurry but he was pretty sure that there were skyscrapers or at least buildings way taller than he was used to.
"Fuck." Danny cursed as another wave of pain made his body shudder. If he could just transform than maybe these injuries wouldn't be as bad but next to the pain Danny could also feel electricity surging through his body thanks to whatever Vlad zapped him with that stopped his transformation.
He coughed, squinting his eyes at the red spots that splattered to the ground. Things had gone to shit and real quickly and for a moment Danny thought that maybe they should have listened to their Gaming friend. Listened to his words of caution and advice to find a way to leave or to have at least a couple more of back up plans if things go horribly wrong.
Well it all came back to bite Danny like usually, as he spat out another glob of blood. Maybe Tim hadn't been as paranoid as they had assumed.
"You okay there kid?"
Danny needed to blink a couple of times until the red and brown blob before him finally took the shape of a person. He blinked several times more until his brain also finally caught up with who he was seeing before him.
"You're Red Hood?" Danny somehow managed to say in between coughing again. Tim had told them about Gothams vigilantes and how he could contact them to get them to help with Amity. To get them into contact with the Justice League. They had thanked him but refused the help, citing the fact that even one overshadowed hero could spell even worse trouble than they already had.
Now he felt stupid having refused that kind of help.
"Hey there kid." Don't black out now. Your bleeding pretty heavily we should get you to a doctors and-"
"No hospitals." Danny cut the vigilante off, coughing once more. Even though Tim somehow had managed to get the Justice League started on the removal of the Anti-Ecto Acts they were not yet gone. He couldn't risk that yet.
But meeting Red Hood meant that Danny was in Gotham, which meant he could probably go directly to Tim for help. His Gaming Pal did say that he knew his cities vigilantes personally.
"Okay no hospitals then." Hood confirmed for him as the man reached out to Danny just as he lost his balance falling forward. The last thing Danny remembers was muttering something along the lines of "Tim… I need to find him."
The next thing Danny then became aware of was the soft beeping of a heart monitor and loud arguing not too far from him. He groaned audible and the arguing stopped instantly. A wight rested on his shoulder and Danny blinked through the brightness and blurreyness once more until he vaguely recognised the shape of a person he so far had only seen through video chats.
"Tim?"
"You absolute idiot." Was the response he got and yea that definitely was the voice he had heard so often during all the late night Doomed gaming sessions.
"That checks out. You are the smartest person I know." Danny chuckled lightly until a sharp pain made him gasp. "Shit, I will feel that for weeks."
"The smartest person you know is Sam. Between the four of us she has the best grades, remember? Besides that, do you have any idea what kind of panic you and Tuck send us through?"
Danny peaked at Tim and grimaced at the frustrated glare the other teen was sending him. "Tucker was the one throwing me through a portal."
"You're lucky you landed in Gotham." The other then muttered, shaking his head.
"Again. You are the smartest person I know. You would have figured out some way to track me? Like the time you hacked our phones and tuned in onto Desiree's ectosignature to find her. Works better than the Booomerang that keeps hitting my head."
"That's because that thing is only tuned on you."
"And you somehow got rid of the GIW and I still haven't figured out how you did that."
Danny watched how the other teen shrugged. There was a silence between them. Tim was texting on his phone, probably informing Sam and Tucker. Danny, meanwhile, for the first time took notice that he was in some sort of medical bay, also noting that whoever Tim had argued with had already left. If he could believe Red Hood's words, then even if this looked like a hospital room it was not one.
"Hey Tim?" Danny finally broke the silence and the other teen only hummed. "Is your offer to stay with you in Gotham and to go to school and college here still open? I think I am ready to leave Amity behind now."
Tim looked up from his phone at Danny and gave him a feral grin. "About damn time. I had all the papers ready for you for ages now. It's about time we finally make use of them."
Danny chuckled. "And you still don't believe me when I say, that you are the smartest person I know?"
"Anyone in my family can do at least that, you know? These papers are nothing special."
Danny only raised an eyebrow at the other before both teens started to laugh, with one laugh getting cut short by a groan of pain and the other by fussing over the other right after it.
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Gamer Girly - part 4
master list for other parts
MDNI 18+
cw: smut & plot, sex, hickies, oral (both f and m), choking, praise kink but also a little degradation, reader is so cheeky, daddy kink
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The next morning you wake up before Suguru, slipping out of his arms to go to the bathroom. As you look in the mirror you see hickies littering your neck, your wet hair that dried while you were sleeping to make pretty waves, and your eyes a little puffy from how well you slept. You use the bathroom and brush your teeth, grabbing some water and deciding to get back in bed.
Suguru’s back was facing you, he must’ve taken the tshirt you gave him off during the night. The first light of morning coming in orange and pink, with his defined back muscles slowly moving up and down as he breathes softly. You can’t help but smile a bit and open your phone up to take a photo of how surreal this moment is.
You crawl back on your side of the bed, causing him to stir half awake. “C’m back please” his morning voice being so adorably sexy as he pulls you back into his grasp as his little spoon. He plays with your hair a little bit until he soon falls back asleep, the softest little snores leaving his mouth. You follow, drifting off for a little bit more sleep feeling the most comforted you ever have cuddling a man.
A buzzing goes off around 9:30, both of you waking up and looking for the source. It turns out it was his phone, plugged into your spare charger. “Sorry,” he grumbles out, unplugging his phone to check his notification. You do the same, rolling onto your back with your phone above your face.
Just a few notifications, some from Facebook and Instagram are on your feed. You click through to get rid of them, as Suguru lays on his stomach checking what seems like hundreds of texts.
You look over to him, admiring the way his hair is now wavy from falling asleep with it wet, the way his amber eyes are still sleepy, and the perfect way all his muscles work together.
“You’re staring princess” he says quietly, not even glancing over to you as he finishes typing out a text and locking his phone. You let out a tiny smile as he proceeds to flip to face towards you, moving closer to wrap himself around the side of your body. You feel so tiny and so amazing for him to be vulnerable enough to want to be cuddled.
You both sit there for a few more minutes as the sun comes out from behind some clouds to announce it’s presence.
“Sugu do you want to get breakfast?” You ask quietly, playing with his hair gently. When he remains quiet for a moment longer than you thought he would, you rethink the whole proposition. Maybe he just wants to be with you in the dark hours of the day.
“Mhm yeah” he responds his voice still sleepy but he is waking up more by the minute. “Bagels good with you?” You ask knowing all the students on campus love this one little shop you’ll go to.
Suguru sits up, stretching his back, cracking his neck, letting out one last yawn before he kicks his legs over the side of the bed. He repeats your routine from earlier, peeing, using some mouthwash you offered him since he doesn’t have his foothbrush and grabbing some water before he comes back in the bedroom.
You are in the process of getting dressed, putting on a thong and pulling it up your legs before repeating the process with your favorite pair of leggings. As you finish putting them on, Suguru comes over and hugs you from behind, reaching his hands under your big tshirt and touching the bare skin of your sides. “I slept so good princess, did you?” He whispers in your ear in a sultry tone.
“Mhm I slept soo good,” you respond as his hands continue rubbing the bare skin under your tshirt, as he works his way up towards your chest. His lips connect with your ear and his fingers find both of your nipples, gently tugging on them to see how you react. Pushing your body back against him more, you feel a hard shaft up your back. “‘m sorry, morning wood” he whispers continuing to kiss the hickies he left last night while still toying with your hard nipples. He takes your big shirt off, kissing your shoulder and the top of your head.
Suguru moves to sit on the edge of your bed, in just a pair of your big sweats with his bulge painfully sticking up. He pulls you by the waist towards him, standing between his legs. He takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking and teething at it like his life depends on it. You can tell he loves doing with with the way he groans into your breast, eyes closed. He switches to pay attention to the other as you pepper little kisses along his forehead and hairline.
He grazes your sensitive right nipple with his teeth, gauging your reaction by staring up at your face while you let out a particularly needy whimper. All of the sexual butterflies return to your stomach, knowing this man wants you sober in the daylight and it wasn’t just a one time thing.
Sugu detaches himself your your titty, leaving a particularly dark hickey he is proud of. Smiling at you he pulls off the leggings and panties you just had put on.
You stand in front of him naked, the sunlight making your body glow as he just stares and admires you, him groaning “like a fuckin goddess,” as he reaches down to palm himself through your sweats, a tiny wet spot on the front of them from his precum seeping through.
“Lay down princess,” he instructs pulling your hand and laying you down amongst the rumpled sheets that the two of you shared last night. He moves to the end of the bed, looking up at you with lust filled eyes. Suguru spreads your legs gently, moaning at the sight of your already glistening folds.
Without any other words, he leans his head down, and licks a long stripe the whole way up your slit to your clit before he flicks his tongue on your cute little red clit. “Fuck,” he half chuckles, “You taste amazing.” He is still looking down at your cunt though, mesmerized by it before leaning back down to feast on your juices. He starts by using his tongue around your hole, sticking it inside you and licking around the outside. His tongue is so good you can’t help but moan like a little whore. He takes your noises as permission to do more, sticking a single finger in your hole as his mouth latches around your clit, tongue swirling it. The only noise reverberating in your bedroom is your soft pants and moans, and the ungodly wet sounds of Suguru spitting and licking at your tight pussy. He inserts a second finger, curling them against the inside of you, on a mission to find your g spot. You can’t help but love his thick fingers, two of them doing for you what 3 of your own can’t.
Your back arches off the bed as he finds the spot, beginning to flick his tongue fast against your clit. “Fuck Sugu, please just like that,” you beg, making him moan against you seeing how needy you are.
He detaches his mouth but continues to pump his fingers, “Yeah princess? Wanna cum? You’re being such a gooood girl, I think you deserve a morning orgasm,” he sensually talks you up. His words have such a strong effect on you, making your impending release come up so much fast.
As you get close the only words you can get out of your mouth include “please, please, please” and “thank you daddy” along with some porn sounding moans. His mouth goes back to your clit to finish the job, and after a few seconds you are having one of the most life shattering orgasms of your life. Your moans up a whole octave from last night as you grip his beautiful shiny hair back from his face. Your tight hole clenches around his fingers over and over again, creaming on his fingers as he moans watching your heavenly orgasm.
As you come down from your high, he stands up and moves to come next to you on the bed, sucking one of his fingers that was inside of you.
You open your eyes as you feel him next to you before he looks at your lips, “open” he whispers and you take the other finger that was inside of you in your mouth, cleaning it off with your tongue.
“Such a good fucking girl, a little slutty princess oh my god, you tasted so good I just had to see you try it.” He says quietly to you as your face is still red from your orgasm and the dirty words he says to you.
You reach down to palm him through his sweats, looking at him with big eyes, “can I have it please? Wanna help you?” You say pulling down his sweats as he begins to reposition between your legs.
Suguru holds his hand out in front of your face, “spit” he instructs you. You comply and spit in his hand, he smirks as he lubes up his cock with the saliva you provided. “Such a submissive princess, I’m so lucky,” he says more to himself than you, but it makes your hole clench around nothing. He takes his time lining himself up, rubbing his tip against your clit and wet folds, almost as a test to see how patient you are.
“Please daddy,” you whisper up at him. His cock twitches at the name, thinking maybe you wouldn’t call him that sober. He takes that opportunity to push himself in your warm walls smiling and groaning. His pace is slow and gentle, a passionate difference to the sex you had last night. You lean up to kiss him and he kisses back into you passionately, putting his tongue into your mouth for you to suck on. You can’t help but let out little moans and whimpers with every thrust inside you. Just because he is being more gentle doesn’t mean his cock is less huge and feeling every part of your insides. As you break the kiss, you look down to where the two of you connect, watching his cock go in and out of you and stretching your hole around him. He leans back to watch as well, suguru letting out a pornographic moan. He pulls your legs up on his shoulders and picks up speed, hitting the deepest part of your cervix, feeling like he is the whole way in your stomach. Your eyes roll back and you can’t help but let out a whimper as you feel yourself approaching another orgasm if he keeps hitting that spot.
“Fuck yes Sugu! Right fucking there, please daddy fuck fuck fuck!” You get more vocal and he can tell that you are close. His grip on your ankle tightens as he rams into you, no longer slow and passionate. He watches your tits bounce with how hard he is pounding you, and is mesmerized by them, moving his hand down to punch your nipple a little too hard making you whimper and your cunt clenches him. He smirks as his hand moves up towards your throat, gently wrapping around it but still firm. “Is - this - okay?” He asks in between thrusts. You moan and roll your eyes back, discovering a new kink of yours.
“I need an answer Princess,” he says squeezing your throat a little tighter.
“Yes daddy I love it,” you hardly get out, muted by his grasp and out of breath from how hard he is still moving inside of you.
Your new necklace is all it takes to push you over the edge, your babbling incoherent moans as you clench down on Suguru’s cock. As he continues fucking you into overstimulation you know the feeling building inside of you. You try to warn him “Sugu - I’m - I gotta -“ you can’t finish trying to get the words out before you squirt on his dick and pubic area.
“Fuck” Suguru almost yells as your little fountain pushes him over the edge. “Cumming baby, god Princess slut I’m gonna put it all inside you,” he also babbles, absolutely dumb on your pussy milking him for all he’s worth. He empties himself inside of you with irregular thrusts as his grip on you loosens and he does his best to keep hovering over you while panting. He kisses your forehead before pulling out, getting up to get a towel from your bathroom to clean you and him up. You both are still breathing heavy as he gently cleans and kisses you, proceeding to help you sit up and put your clothes back on that he stripped off of you. You enjoy a comfortable silence getting dressed in leggings sports bra and tshirt with some Birkenstocks. He wears your oversized sweats and tshirt and the shoes he wore to the bar last night. You can’t help but stare, “you look so good when you’re not even trying.”
Suguru smiles at you, holding his hair tie between his teeth while working on pulling it up into a bun. He helps make your bed and you two move in rhythm together perfectly as you get ready to go get some breakfast after a brief delay.
Suguru holds the door open for you and kisses the top of your head as you walk through, locking the door behind you both as you head to grab food. As you’re in the elevator of your apartment building to go downstairs you hear the large man’s stomach rumble and feel bad because he’s probably been pretty hungry. As the doors open you see Yuki and Mei Mei coming in the building each holding a coffee and eyeing you. You smile politely, and greet them, although they less than enthusiastically greet you back.
As you walk outside the apartment building Suguru side eyes you, “what was their deal?” You were hoping he didn’t notice but alas, he did.
“We’ll let’s just say one of them was kind of hoping to get with me last night and you um beat her to the punch.” He chuckles and smiles at you teasingly moving your hair from your neck, “it probably doesn’t help that I marked you up so bad either.” Your palm makes contact with your forehead, forgetting about the hickies he placed all over you.
You walk a few blocks to the cafe while talking about where you’re both from and how you both got into gaming etc.
Suguru opens the door for you again as you make your way into the coffee shop and get in line. “What’s your favorite?” He asks you eyeing the menu.
“I usually get an iced coffee with an everything bagel with cream cheese.” Just then it is your turn to order and Suguru surprises you by ordering for you both, “I’ll take 2 iced coffees, and two everything bagels with cream cheese please.” Winking down at you as you look at him with a hint of surprise. Being the gentleman he is, he pays for your food although you insist he doesn’t need to.
“I’m technically your boss now don’t fight me on this,” he laughs. You almost forgot that he technically is because of the crazy past 24 hours you’ve had. You take the opportunity to glance around the cafe as you’re waiting for your stuff when your eyes land upon a table of girls glaring at you and also trying to fuck Geto with their eyes. You lean over to him whispering, “Don’t look now but the table of girls at our 10 o’clock is eyeing you like a piece of meat.”
Geto breaks out in laughter that you’ve only heard on his stream when Gojo does something rather unhinged. It makes you smile to hear him really laugh, although it drew more attention to the two of you. “I think they may be a little jealous of you,” he says coyly, proceeding to stand behind you and wrap his arms around you with his chin resting on top of your head. You blush at the thought of girls thinking you belong to this beautiful man.
“Order #23” the cashier calls pulling you out of your thoughts.
You and Suguru grab your things and chose to sit at a table outside given the nice June morning it is.
“So how do you know Gojo and Shoko and them?” You ask trying to find out more about him as you speak in between bites, although not the most lady-like.
“We went to high school together. Gojo is my one and only best friend and Shoko seems to w joy getting herself involved in our mischief.” He shrugs. “Nanami is a good friend but were not super close, he was a grade younger than us in high school and is good friends with your friends boyfriend Haibara I think I overheard last night?”
You nod sipping your coffee, remembering Haibara and Utahime seeing your naked chest last night and growing embarrassed. You should probably go talk that over with them later.
“What about you? What’s your deal?” He inquires before biting into his bagel. You tell him about your ex, becoming friends with Utahime, how you barely know Mei Mei and Yuki, and about your school life. He nods while eating, it seems like he is genuinely listening to you.
You giggle seeing a little bit of cream cheese on his outer corner of his lip and raise your thumb to wipe it off. Although you could wipe it on your napkin, that’s no fun! You decide to suck it off your thumb starring into Suguru’s eyes. As soon as you finish sucking your thumb and removing it with a pop you wink at him, causing him to groan, “Please don’t do this to me in public,” he closes his eyes, bringing a napkin up to make sure he has no more residuals left.
You smirk thinking about how you already have this man wrapped around your finger, or wait, was it that easy? You feel the need to pinch yourself to remember the reality of your situation.
“What’re you thinking about princess?” He asks noticing you zoned out a little.
“Oh,” you giggle, “just thinking about how lucky I am. It’s been a crazy 24 hours going from like not knowing you lived near me to you fucking me within an inch of my life.” He blushes hard and widens his eyes at your vulgar words now taking the last sip of his coffee. “I can’t believe we’ve actually met like sorry it’s all hitting me I feel like a fan girl now,” you continue and he sarcastically rolls his eyes, smiling without showing teeth.
“Yeah sure, that would be cool!” You respond almost too enthusiastically. He smiles wide at that, and you think maybe he’s just as excited as you.
Suguru thinks for a few seconds, checking his phone. “Would you uh want to come over this evening for the stream maybe? I could show you how it works so your first day as a mod can go a little easier. We can smoke after if you want.”
As you both finish your breakfast and throw your garbage away he begins to walk you back to your apartment. As you approach the front door f he gives you a hug, kissing your forehead and then leaning down to kiss your lips.
God, Suguru Geto is even better than you could have imagined.
A/N: writing this chapter was soo much fun, I’m not really sure how many more parts there are going to be but at least 2 more 🤭 thank you guys for reading, reposts are appreciated! 💜 ALSO I went through and rebranded the story so all of it looks the same kinda hehe
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moralesmilesanhour · 15 days
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idk if this has been done before but Margo braiding Miles' hair? it seems basic but I feel like it would be super cute
thank you <333
Thanks for requesting! <3
No warnings except miles being a #gamer and the fact that I did not proofread this
"Come on, I could finish it in like, thirty minutes!"
"Yeah, after ripping all my hair out in the process."
Miles didn't take his eyes off of his monitor as Margo stood eagerly in the door frame, a clear makeup bag of hair supplies in her arms. The room was dim, the blinds having been shut to avoid any glare on the screen.
Miles wouldn't budge the first five times, but she'd get him today.
He sat with his knees pulled up to his chin in an old but sturdy leather swivel chair. Certainly not a traditional 'gaming chair', but he called it that.
"I'm real gentle, I promise!"
"I've seen you do your own braids,"
Miles executed a winning combo on his controller.
"and I told you I want no parts. Pun intended."
Margo pursed her lips, and thought for a moment.
"You still looking for a copy of 'Dandadan'?"
The boy paused the game, and gave her a sideways look.
"How did you know that?"
She shrugged, "Context clues. But that's not important. I can let you borrow mine--"
Miles lit up. "Really--?"
"--If you let me do your hair. Capiche?"
He paused, glancing at the sharp rat tail comb sitting in Margo's bag. Miles had blown most of his allowance for this week at Game Stop, so any new manga purchases would have to wait until Monday. Unless...
He sighed deeply, running a hand over his face.
"Fine."
Miles came to regret this decision as he sat in front of the living room couch between Margo's knees, wincing at every tug and pull.
"Is this the last section--ow!"
"Stop moving," Margo waved her wide-toothed comb around threateningly like a weapon. "You almost done, anyway. See?"
She put down the comb and grabbed a small mirror for him to look into. Save for a small tuft of un-braided hair, his entire head had been neatly cornrowed and shone with grease. There were about four total, and it had only been twenty-ish minutes or so.
After ten minutes more of pain and accusations of 'tender-headed-ness', Margo was finally done.
"You look so cute!" she chirped, clapping her hands together. "I'mma go wash my hands."
Miles rolled his shoulders and reached for the mirror to assess Margo's work. The braids tugged at his scalp as he turned his head at different angles, trying to get used to the look. His brows furrowed.
Miles' hair had stayed in more or less an afro since he could walk, with the exception of his mother's only attempt to sit him down and braid it when he was six.
...It did not go well.
The mass of hair became almost a part of his face. The cornrows made it feel like half of it was now missing. Weird stuff.
"D'you like it?" Margo asked, having emerged from the bathroom.
"It'll have to grow on me. I only did this for the free manga, remember?"
Margo's eyes widened, as if she just remembered something.
Very matter-of-factly, she said, "Oh, I lied about that."
"...What?"
Miles' face fell immediately as she knelt down and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"But you'll forgive me, right? I made you look cooler!"
Margo pulled him into a tight bear hug. He rolled his eyes.
"You might be right, but I'm gonna get you back for that. Better keep a close eye on...what's her name? Kimi?"
"Kuromi, dumbass," she picked up the comb from before and gently smacked him with it. "And don't touch my figurines. You won't walk outta my room alive."
"Count your days, man."
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aquadenks · 9 months
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I said I’d do it (and I did)
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Summary: He can’t stand to see you with someone else, so with his two friends, he makes good on his last chance to tell you how he feels! Inspired by the lyrics of “Crashed The Wedding” by Busted (happy birthday to my boyfriend, the love of my life, denki kaminari <3) i wrote this in a frenzy so i hope it makes sense lmao!!
wc: 2.1k
cw: no quirk au, friends to lovers, everyone is 20+, fluff, cheating, wedding crashing, gamer/streamer denki supremacy, brief mention of denki having anxiety, swearing, but ultimately sfw; denki is in love with you and isn’t giving you up without a fight, bakugou and shinsou are certified troublemakers — unedited
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His converse feel worn too thin with every slap of his feet on the pavement, barely any protection underfoot as he runs, frayed laces whipping around his ankles. Each time his foot hits the ground, it’s like an electric volt charges up his legs, burning with the effort to keep going, powering him forward to you.
Your street spurs him on, a new burst of energy speeding him towards your front door.
He knocks, but gets no answer.
“They’re out.” The neighbour says, head poking from an window above. “She’s getting married today.”
“Am I too late?”
“You’re going dressed like that?”
“Uh…” he looked down at his ripped jeans and obnoxious graphic printed shirt, mismatched yellow and black converse. “Yeah? I just need to talk to her before she marries him.”
“Are you crashing the wedding?” Another neighbour of yours, a couple of houses down, stands from pruning their flowerbed upon overhearing what he said.
“I know I shouldn’t, but I have to.”
“They only just left twenty minutes ago. If you go now, you could make it.”
“Shit, wait, are you saying I should?”
The woman shrugs, looking half gleeful at him. “If you have something good to say, she should hear it before she picks him.”
“Uhhh, okay.” He nods, feeling clammy from exertion on a hot June day, black t-shirt feeling too heavy under the sun baring down on him. “Thanks.”
“Do you need a ride?” The man upstairs asks, and Denki gets overwhelmed with these two strangers encouraging his spontaneous dash for his final chance before you’re his.
He hadn’t been expecting to see anyone but you, but to meet these people who wanted to rally him on to do the unthinkable — they were just as chaotic as his own encouraging friends that had agreed to meet him here in case he missed you, who, when he told them he was thinking of crashing your wedding, said “let’s do it!”
He spent too much time alone in his room, talking to himself, only a few friends as company. He may have quit to be a gamer because he loved it, but that anxiety that convinced him to try it was creeping it’s way into his stomach. Maybe he shouldn’t have shut the real world out so much, because now he felt like an idiot, like this was all for him. And partly it was, but he was beginning to think he was being selfish by ruining your wedding day, all because his biggest fear was losing you.
“No, I’ve got a ride.” He backs up from your door just as the sound of the blasting from his friend’s speakers.
“Oi, dunce face! Get in!”
-
“I should call him to pick me up. It’s getting late.”
“I can take you home.”
Denki had offered just to get a little extra time with you, the last time you’d hang out an unmarried woman, to pretend that you sitting shotgun was normal. To him, you belonged there. He didn’t know how much it would end up hurting him when you said goodnight, waving him away to go back to your fiancé.
He only wanted the best for you, and if that was another man, he could have been okay with that. He could have, if it was anyone else. Anyone but you with him.
It was the moment he started spiralling, thinking on all the reasons he would treat you better and make you happier. He would be there. He would do anything for you. He would be the right amount of obsessed and in love to make you feel wanted without being suffocated.
But most of all, he would be loyal.
He watched you get inside your door safely before dropping his head against his steering wheel and cursing himself. Of all the people to fall in love with, why did his heart have to want you?
-
There were so many times he had wished you were his, jealous and mad that he watched from the sidelines as your best friend as you met this man without realising until you were taken with a ring on your finger that he wanted to be the one that ring meant something to.
From all the times you would be there, helping him move into his own place, believing in him when he quit work to stream before it took off as a career for him, he should have known he cared about you as much more than a friend. He wanted you to stay in his life forever.
He wanted to share the stormy nights, the times you put your coats on to stand under the shower of rain to hear and feel the thunder roll overhead, ooh-ing and cheering with each strike of lightning forking through the sky. He wanted to go everywhere together, every simple errand turning into fun when he was with you.
Going to the mall to pick out things for his new place and playing house down the china aisle, picking out teacups and leaving them out of place together on the shelf when you left. Laying on all the show-beds and sitting on every single sofa. Detouring to the trampoline store, laughing and bouncing like a couple of kids.
He saw you through highs and lows, getting your heart broken to becoming the one to leave relationships before you got too attached, before they could hurt you first.
He remembered the night you told him you were engaged, showed him that gem on your finger, elated that this guy might really be The One.
He equally remembered all the late nights you spent at his place, unquestioned about your whereabouts or when you were coming home.
The time you were out at the bar together, and when you stepped out for a breather he could tell you weren’t your usual self. Having doubts, all in your head, you insisted as you scraped dried mud from the side of your boot on the wall.
“It’s weird. I never trust guys, they’re always up to something. Act all edgy about where you are, who you’re with, what you’re doing, and all the while they’re cheating on you anyway. I don’t want to ruin this, too, because I can’t let go of what someone else did in the past. It’s nice that he isn’t a red flag, that he lets me have friends and live my own life, but it feels like… I’m being too fussy, but it feels like he doesn’t care if he isn’t obsessively wondering why I’m not at home spending time with him right now.”
“If you were my girlfriend, I’d want to take up all your time.” He hadn’t known why he said it, but he did now. You were so close it felt like you could have been his so many times over, but instead he was watching you slip away through his fingers.
Worst of all, you hadn’t even seemed all that convinced by it the longer things went on.
Only now he had a reason to tell you not to marry him. Not just for your own doubts, but because he knew your fiancé wasn’t what he seemed. Your gut feeling was right, you weren’t paranoid, as much as you tried convincing yourself you were thinking too hard for fear of commitment.
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It didn’t feel real, Bakugou’s speeding having the world rushing past as they chase you down. If it wasn’t for his reckless acceleration, they wouldn’t have made it, but as Bakugou’s car came to a halt outside of the venue, Denki catches a glimpse of the white of your dress disappearing inside.
“Am I really gonna do this right now?”
“You didn’t drag me into this for nothing!” Bakugou turns in his seat, glaring at the other blonde. “Get your ass out and don’t take no for an answer. I wanna see that piece of shit know he’s a fuckass loser.”
“He didn’t drag you into it. We got involved because we want to ruin that fuckass loser’s day.” Shinsou smirks from the passenger seat, arm draped in the open window, hair perfectly tousled from the wind.
“Still. Don’t pussy out.”
“See you back here when she’s yours.” Shinsou winks, and Denki thinks his friends are a little too confident in him breaking up this wedding. At least, too confident in it ending like a movie with the loser kid getting the girl. Real life didn’t work like that.
But it’s worth a try, for you.
With as much confidence in himself as he can muster, he opens the doors separating his world from yours and stares down the aisle, straight at you, doing his best to ignore the cutting silence and attention all turned in his direction.
He swallows, tongue heavy with his lack of planning, so he said the only thing he could. The truth.
“He’s cheating on you.”
There was once a time he had joked he would crash your wedding if you had picked the wrong boyfriend to get serious about. He never would have guessed he’d be making good on that promise today.
Your eyes cast over to your husband-to-be, then drift to the side of the room his friends and family are seated, as if knowing exactly who the culprit was. As if you knew they were there.
“Is that true?”
“You’re going to believe him?”
“Is it true?” You scoff when your almost-mistake shakes his head, offended you would dare ask, and drop your bouquet at his feet. “I should have known there was a reason you didn’t care I wasn’t around so long as you knew when I was coming home. Wanted to have your cake and eat it?”
“What proof do either of you have? He clearly just has feelings for you—”
“He’s my best friend, and I trust him more than anyone. He wouldn’t say that unless it was true.” You step away from him, and Denki wants to rip you away faster.
The engine to Bakugou’s car is still running, rock music still audible from across the street.
“I do have feelings for you.” He wheezes, sweating more from being in this hall than in direct sunlight, gawked at by dozens of eyes, hands slightly trembling as he speaks. His brain is switched off, mouth running with a mind of its own, but it’s wanted to get off his chest for months. “I don’t want to do nothing and watch him break your trust. If you—” he clears his throat, rocking his weight from foot to foot— “If you give me a chance, I’d… love you. The way you deserve.”
You walk towards him and he’s scared you’re going to breeze past him, so done with this day that you can’t even look at him, but you don’t. You stop in front of him.
There’s sirens outside, and he gets oddly nervous what he’s doing is illegal until he remembers Bakugou broke the speed limit to get him here in time.
“Shit. We gotta go. Are you with me?” His hand is in the space between you, an offering to leave now with him and not look back.
“I’m with you.”
You take his hand, fingers locked with his, but he barely has time to soak in the moment his heart soars because he’s dragging you after him to the getaway vehicle just as the two hooligans outside are clambering back inside, Bakugou slamming his hand on the side of the car.
“Hurry it up, we gotta book it!”
You’re clambering in, hurriedly putting your belts into place as Bakugou is already peeling away from the curb, laughter roaring between him and Shinsou for reasons you don’t know yet, and don’t ask why.
In your dust, your supposed to be wedding car with the “Just Married” sign on the back just got replaced with a piece of defaced cardboard with mocking and crude scrawl for your ex to find in your absence, the original sign (though now marked “Just Un-Married”) hooked onto Bakugou’s car.
“I’m glad you showed up.” You twist your hands in your lap. “I didn’t think I could go through with it if you weren’t there.”
“I’m here now.”
You hug him, and he is taken off guard.
“Thanks for not letting me do something stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. He is.” Denki pulls back, looking into your eyes. “He’s not good enough for you.”
“Fuck cheaters!” Shinsou hollers. You laugh, and then you’re all echoing his sentiment.
“Can I kiss you?”
You don’t answer, taking his cheeks in your hands to pepper his face in kisses before planting one soft, lasting kiss on his lips.
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evandarya · 2 years
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Inflatable Unicorn Surprise
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"'Come to the beach, they said. 'It'll be fun they said." Danny grumbled as he stomped down the hotel hallway. "Yeah, NOT!" Danny's parents had been invited to an engineering conference in Florida, and Danny had been forced to come along. After spending all morning helping his parents set up their booth he was finally freed to go to the beach. He let himself into the hotel room, changed into his swim trunks, and grabbed his towel before heading back out.
Danny hit the elevator call button and waited as it made its way down. When the doors opened he was met with an inflatable unicorn. 
"Um." The unicorn shifted and Danny could see the person holding it, a tall man with black hair and dark shades. Next to him was a shorter teen, also with black hair and dark glasses pushed up on his head. Danny felt his breath catch in his throat. This guy was hot!
"Oh, sorry!" The man said, pushing the unicorn into the corner of the elevator, leaving just enough room for Danny to get in. 
"I told you to have Jay carry it down the stairs." The teen said, typing on his phone. 
"He barely agreed to come, I didn't want to piss him off." The man said before turning to Danny. "Are you headed to the beach?" 
"Yeah, I need to work on my tan," Danny said, holding out his arm. He knew he was paler than most. The man laughed and nudged the teen beside him.
"Look, Timmy. He's as pale as you." 
Timmy looked up from his phone and paused for a moment before putting his phone away and holding his arm up beside Danny's. Danny compared their arms and blinked.
"How are you paler than me? I didn't know that was possible." Danny said.
Timmy huffed a laugh. "That's what's called a 'pro gamer move.'"
Danny couldn’t help it, he laughed. “You’ll have to teach me your ways sometime,” he said just as the elevator doors opened. Danny stepped out of the elevator followed by the other two.
“There you guys are. I’ve been waiting here for ten minutes.” Danny turned toward the rough voice and paused for just a second. There was something slightly off about the man. Not just the patch in his hair that looked a bit too white, or the green in his eyes that was just a bit too vivid to be natural. No, something about this man caused Danny’s core to shudder with a sense of wrongness.
“It’s been five minutes, tops, Jay” Timmy was saying, but Danny didn’t stick around to hear it. He needed to get away from ‘Jay’.
***
“There you are! Did mom and dad keep you busy?” Jazz asked, setting her book aside when Danny flopped down next to her under the umbrella. 
“Like you wouldn’t believe. I didn’t think I’d ever get out of there.” Danny scanned the beach, spotting Dani out in the water. She had been so excited to hunt for sand dollars that he wasn’t sure how they would get her out of the ocean. “See anything interesting?”
“Not really, just the normal beach stuff,” Jazz said. “Except, that kid has been here as long as I have by himself.” She pointed to a kid, probably Dani’s age, sitting by himself under an umbrella. “I’ve been keeping an eye on him, just to make sure nothing happens.” 
“Looks like his family made it,” Danny said. The boy had gotten up to wave down… “Oh, ancients.”
“What, what is it?” Jaz said. 
“Those guys, with the inflatable unicorn?” Jazz looked around until she spotted them and nodded. “They were on the elevator. Something is weird with the guy with white in his hair.” 
“Weird like Amity weird?” 
“Yeah, like Amity weird. I just get a bad feeling about him.”
“Is he a ghost?”
“No, not a ghost, but something liminal for sure.” 
“We’ll just avoid them, then.” Jazz said. Danny agreed. Even though Timmy was hot and Danny wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. Something was off with Jay.
***
“Something is off with that kid,” Jason said, patting more sand into the bucket. He'd never actually made a sandcastle before, something that Dick had seen as a grave oversight. Jason didn’t care, but if making the stupid castle would get him off his back he was willing to do it. 
“Off how?” Dick asked, digging out a moat. 
“I don’t know. Something…” He didn’t know how to explain it, but when he saw the kid the pit surged in a way it hadn’t done for years. But not with anger. “It feels like when I’m on patrol and I see a kid who needs help.” 
“Jay, that’s a whole teenager. He was flirting with Timmy in the elevator. I don’t think he needs help.” Jason just hummed, unconvinced. Dick sighed. “If it makes you feel better, we can go talk to them, but just to make sure they are safe. We are on vacation, so no working. That  means you, too, Tim.” 
“I’m not working, I’m texting Kon,” Tim said, from his perch on the ridiculous unicorn Dick had bought. “Barbara geo-locked me out of everything else.” 
“I, for one, do not require downtime,” Damian said. “I was trained-”
“Since you were three to perform perfectly on no sleep. Yes, we know.” Tim said, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. Damian leveled a glare at him but Tim ignored it. Jason sighed. He had missed their more violent meetings, but from what he has heard those two will be at each other’s throats until the end of time. 
“The only question is how are we going to get closer to them without raising suspicions?” Dick asked. Tim launched into some convoluted plan that Jason was not listening to at all. Instead, he got up and started digging in their beach bag until he found the deflated beach ball. It only took a minute to blow it up. That done he took it over to where Dick was still sitting by the castle. 
Jason tossed the ball into the air, took careful aim, and- “Heads up!” The ball soared and landed smack dab in the middle of the two, exactly where he wanted it to go. 
“That works, too,” Tim said, getting up off the unicorn and following him. 
“I’m sorry about that.” He said, eyeing the girl holding his ball. She had startling teal eyes and long red hair and he wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He took the ball back from her. “Are you two alright?” Jason asked. 
“We’re fine, thanks for asking,” she said, standing and brushing sand from her legs. 
"Hey, you're that kid from the elevator. We didn't get to meet properly before. I'm Jason, and these are my brothers Dick, Tim, and Damian." He said, gesturing to them. 
The boy stood, giving him a wary look before saying. "I'm Danny, this is my sister, Jazz."
"Is it just the two of you here?" Dick asked with a smile.
"Our other sister is out there, looking for sand dollars." Jazz said, pointing out to the ocean. Jason could just make out a head bobbing with the waves. 
"Sand dollars?" Damian wondered aloud. "Those shells they sell at the gift shops?"
"Yeah," Danny said. "Dani had never heard of them before and when she learned they were animals she wanted to see a live one." 
"Drake, give me your phone. I need to see these creatures." Damian said, snatching Tim's phone from him.
"I thought you were Danny?" Tim asked, he was grappling with Damian for his phone back.
"I'm Danny-with-a-y, she's Dani-with-an-i," Danny said with a grin. Jason would bet they kept their names similar on purpose, just to confuse people.
"Your parents named you both Danny?" Dick asked.
Danny snorted. "Says the man who willingly goes by 'Dick'."
Jazz smacked her brother on the back of the head, and Jason hid his smile. He was liking these two more and more.
"Drake," Damian said from his place in the sand. "I need to go hunt these creatures. They can't really look like this."
Tim looked at the phone screen and wrinkled his nose. "How is that not an alien?"
"That is what I want to figure out," Damian said, handing the phone back to Tim and heading toward the water.
"Tim, go with him. Make sure he doesn't try to bring anything home." Dick said.
Tim groaned. "Fine, but I'm taking the unicorn." 
"I'll come, too. Dani's probably got a bag full of shells by now." Danny said, trailing after Tim. 
"I'm going to go get some snacks," Dick said before running off. 
"We've been abandoned." Jazz said, sitting down again and picking up her book. Jason sat down next to her.
"Rude of them."
"'Is not general incivility the very essence of love?'"
"Pride and Prejudice?" Jason asked.
"It's my favorite book." Jazz said, showing him the cover of a well-loved copy.
"No shit? Mine too!"
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"Your brother, Jason," Danny started, "He wouldn't happen to have a motorcycle, would he?" 
Tim glanced at the boy over his shades. Danny was hanging off the unicorn float, presumably keeping them from floating out to sea, while Tim lay on the float.
"Yeah, actually. Why?"
"Jazz is a goner, then. She can't resist a man with scars and a motorcycle." 
Tim hummed. "What about you?"
"What? What kind of man can't I resist?" Danny asked with a grin. "I don't know."
"Danny likes feral rat boys!" Dani called from a few feet away. Danny responded by splashing his little sister, but she ducked under the waves. 
"If you intend to court Drake," Damian chimed in, "you should be aware that he is more of a domesticated raccoon than a feral rat."
"Danny hasn't gotten any since his boyfriend broke up with him two months ago. I don't think he's picky." Dani said. 
Tim saw a dangerous look pass over Danny's face before he disappeared silently beneath the surface. 
"Where'd he go?" Dani scanned the waves, turning around on the spot. There was no warning before she suddenly went under with a curse. Danny came up first, grinning and shaking the water from his hair, and Dani followed a second later, coughing and sputtering. "Jerk!" She exclaimed, splashing him. 
"Can you get Damian next? I owe him for that raccoon comment." Tim said, grinning. Danny flashed a sharp grin and sunk into the water again.
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smolweeblets · 7 months
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Get Good
Hana "D.Va" Song x Reader
Its quite a mystery how youve dated D.va for this long without playing a single game with her. Although she's been pestering you about it for a while, you never really took her up on it. It wasnt like you outwardly didnt want to play with her, it was just that you did not know how to play the games she liked. It was all just too stressful, they required too much thinking for your taste.
Alas, today was the day you found yourself finally caving in. There really was no question that this would happen eventually. Hana’s persuasion tactics were always top-tier, and this has been a game shes been excited about for a long time.
Her persuasion was so good that she managed to get you two to play together on stream. Youve been in a few of her streams while she gamed before, so it really didn't make all that much of a difference to you. She got you your own setup beside her own, so you both could monitor and respond to chat, since they were quite fond of you.
Youve always joked that Hana only wanted you there because her streams got a few thousand more views when you were there. She genuinely did just want you to be there to watch her, seeing as when you were there, chat was usually ignored in favor of talking to you.
And so the stream was set, she even announced that this stream stream would be a special one with you in it beforehand. Her fans were pumped, and so was she, constantly showering you in love and affection after you agreed.
Admittedly, you were a little nervous, you knew nothing about these games, but Hana reassured you that it would be okay. She was going to learn about that game for the first time as well, she said. So you both would be in it together.
What you failed to remember was that Hana is an already seasoned gamer, so picking these things up were second nature for her, while you were stuck learning the basics 30 minutes in.
Eventually, she got a little impatient, and decided that you two should enter a match already. You tried to protest, but seeing that everyone in chat agreed, you just rolled along with it. You figured if you fail miserably at something it would just be clipped and be a small meme. That was something you could live with.
“You ready babe?” Hana held your hand and grinned, causing chat to move at a dizzying speed. It almost gave you motion sickness with how fast it was going.
“Yeah, at least I hope so” You chuckle as the game loaded.
For first few rounds you were always the first to die. You apologized profusely after each death, and Hana waved it off, albeit seeming tense as you were practically giving the enemy team free resources.
“Im so sorry Hana! I swear ill take better cover next time-” You sheepishly apologized.
“Its fine babe, but man. You really are trash at this” She chuckled. Chat agreed with her, telling you to get good and start contributing to your team.
Oh.
You werent expecting that to sting so much. It was true of course, but in a way you couldnt explain it just… hurt.
Nevertheless, you shook off the comment. It was nothing to get upset over, Hana was just stating facts. You tried your hardest to hide the awkwardness in your chuckle, it seemed you were successful as Hana had her game face back on.
She made you want to jump right back into it yourself, motivated to do better. You avoided looking at chat for the moment, knowing they probably were just going to get you down. You focused on the game, putting in your all. It was effective, it seemed your team was actually winning this time, and your kills werent zero!
Hana congratulated you with every elimination, finally giving you a small feeling of accomplishment.
But alas, disaster had to strike sometime. Apparently, the opposite team had a hacker, and even though Hana could eliminate them, she was killed in turn. Of course, this lead the gamer to be triggered for the rest of the match.
There was only one person left on the opposing team. You were so close to winning!
Only problem being, you were the last one alive. Hana watched your screen like a hawk. Pointing and micromanaging everything you did. Chat could see everything you did through the spectate on Hanas screen. God, this almost felt more stressful than your finals, and those were no joke.
Hana failed to notice your trembling hands and the beads of sweat rolling down your face. She was too busy watching your screen, chastising you for every mistake you made. You tried your best to follow her instructions, harsh as they were.
“To the gate babe!! We're almost there!” Hana putting down her headset to stand behind you did nothing to help your stress. It didnt matter, you were almost finished here.
You were by the final objective, oh so close to success. You started activating the final task, at the final few percent until Hana suddenly screams at you to take cover. It was too late, Hanas loud voice in your ear amidst your already stressed state caused you to panic and react late.
You died. Hana punched the back of your seat in frustration.
“I'm really sorry, maybe I should just-” You set down your headset on the desk and looked to Hana apologetically.
Hana held her face in her hands, grumbling something incoherent. You could also see chat complaining out of the corner of your eye.
“Yeah, I'm sorry to say but you should probably hop off before you cause me to lose any more matches. Even my skill isn't enough to carry you.” She seethed, although not directly at you.
Still, it made you feel like absolute shit. You didn't even know why, everything she said was true.
“Yeah, uh, sorry chat, I'm gonna take my leave now, you guys have fun! I'll be in the other room if you need me” You tried your best to sound unaffected. Who were you kidding, you sounded like you were on the verge of tears.
And yet, Hana still didn't notice. Quickly switching her personality again and apologizing for the delay. She went right back into the rhythm of things, smiling and winning each game after.
It really wasn't all that serious, there was no reason to be upset. She knew that you had little to no skill or knowledge in these things. And you always knew Hana had the tendency to get a little rowdy with bad teammates. You sighed. No use in thinking about it now, best to just sleep it off.
And so you did, only awakening when you felt a dip in the bed, signifying the stream was finally done and Hana was set to lay in bed and take a break.
She sees your barely open eyes and looks sheepish.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” She crawls over to you slowly.
“No, it's fine.” You smile half-heartedly.
A moment passes before you decide to ask. “Did the stream go well?”
“Yeah! It was even easier than usual because everyone was still getting used to the game! Was a little boring though, so the stream was shorter than usual!” Hana beams. It brings a gentle smile to your face.
“I'm kinda sad you didn't stay for long though, you could've still watched even if you weren't playing.” Hana pouts as she starts to cuddle with you. Her arms resting on top of you and her face digging into your back.
“Oh, well… sorry.” A moment passes before you awkwardly continue. “... About that, uh there's something I want to share…” You trail off.
Hana gives a hum of acknowledgement into your shoulder. “Yeah? What is it?”
“Well… its sort of silly but… the way you called me bad earlier kinda hurt?” Your voice is laced with borderline embarrassment. Embarrassment that you were actually really affected by such seemingly simple words.
Hanas face is confused before she fully registers your words.
“Is that so!? I'm really sorry babe! You know how I get sometimes, I just get a little carried away–which is still no excuse at all! I'm really sorry I should have know–nh!” She was interrupted by your hand over her mouth.
“Hana, I appreciate the enthusiasm but you can tone it down a bit-” You wince at the memory of how fast she was talking.
She calms down quickly at your touch and takes a moment to compose herself. You let out a sigh of relief and smile gently at her.
“Sorry… uh, so you wanna talk about it?” She hesitantly offers.
“Yeah, but not really much to talk about… it just kinda stung when you insulted me, even if it was true–” You avert your gaze, seemingly finding a newfound interest in the wall right behind Hana.
“I'm so sorry you had to feel that way– I really should have known better!” You look down to see Hana frowning. It melts you a little inside. Just a little.
“It's okay Hana… Just letting you know for next time, yeah?” You smile softly while you gently pet her hair.
“Yeah, I'm really so sorry! Please stay on my streams though, you being there means everything to me!” Hana hugs you tightly.
“Of course! But I won't be playing anything just to be safe… unless youre going to play minecraft or something, now thats a game I can handle”
“Yay! Sorry again but thanks for not hating me! I really do get carried away sometimes–” Hana smiled sheepishly while she buried her face into your arm, causing you to chuckle quietly.
“Yeah, I know, it's something I knew dating you, just shocked me a little when directed at me is all” You sigh, relieved to finally get that out of your system.
Hana suddenly climbs on top of you and straddles you. She had the eyes of determination you found yourself swooning over very often. “I am going to spoil you so bad as an apology. Get ready for all the love and affection I can muster in me. It's a lot.”
“Oh god…”
A/n: Yep, im an overwatch writer now.
This was originally much angstier in my head but decided against it lolsies
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tastybluesprite · 7 months
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The introverted gamers secret weakness
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I just finished this anime today! It’s soooo cute. I knew I had to write something for lee!Yamada asap because how could I not? He’s literally so precious someone protect this man😭❤️
Warnings: Contains tickling so if that’s not your thing just scroll along! :)
Summery: Akane wants to know if Yamada has any weaknesses. Luckily Eita knows him pretty well.
Normally they’d be at their own homes when playing “Forest of Savior” so Akane was surprised when Eita Sasaki had invited her over to Akito Yamadas house. Did Yamada even agree to it? If he did it seemed a bit out of character for someone like him. He seemed perfectly comfortable playing in separate spaces.
After Akane cleared things up with Eita that Yamada was ok with it, she felt more confident.
I cant believe I’ll get to see Yamada play in person she thought to herself. After getting ready, she finally headed towards his house. Eita opened the door for her.
“Akanecchi!!!”
“Rurihime!!!” She exclaimed back with excitement. “Akanecchi how exiting is this? We get to play together for real instead of just in the game! Did you bring your laptop?”
Akane nodded, “Yep!!! Right here!”
Eita led her in to Yamadas room. He was already at his desk and logged in. He turned when he heard her enter and gave a small wave, which she returned with a “Hello Yamada!”
She set up her laptop on a little table and logged into the game, along with Eita who borrowed a laptop to bring. They did some level grinding and hunting (although Yamada still wouldn’t let her hunt with him T^T). Soon they started to do some boss battles.
“Hey Yamada, Eita, want to see who can defeat the boss first?” Akane proposed, with a competitive tone in her voice. Eita grinned, “What a great idea Akanecchi!!! What do you say Yamada?”
Yamada considered it for a moment. “Alright.”
And so they began to see who could take down the bosses first. Akane tried her best, Eita was really amazing, but Yamada… well he pretty much led the whole thing. He defeated the boss within a couple minutes.
“What the heck?! Yamada how did you do that?!” Akane cried. “Are you even human?”
Eita couldn’t help but laugh, “Yamada is an extremely talented gamer he’s pretty famous for a reason.”
“I want a rematch!” Akane cried. She didn’t want to give up. She wanted to show Yamada that she could win. “Ok.” Was all he said before they dived back into another boss fight.
Sure enough he beat them all again. Leaving Akane and Eita in the dust. “Yamada seriously are you even human? That’s as a really hard boss and you beat it in only five minute at least! Do you even have a weakness??” She ranted in exasperation.
“Of course he does!” Eita told her with a smirk. Although he was faced in the opposite direction to his computer monitors, Yamada raised an eyebrow at this. What was Eita planning?
Akane however grinned. This was information she couldn’t help being curious about. “What may that be Eita?” She asked.
Eita paused for suspense. “He’s pretty ticklish. Aren’t you Akito Yamada?”
As soon as he said this they both saw Yamada flinch visibly. He seemed to be conflicted between running away and staying to continue playing. After the boss fight he merely went back to hunting.
“Wait what??? really? The stoic, quiet, and famous Yamada is ticklish?”
“Yes Akanecchi! You can try it out if you’d like.” Eita knew exactly what he was doing.
Yamada turned his head towards them “Please don’t.”
“But why not Yamada? It’s just tickling after all? You could totally handle it!” He leaned in from his spot on the floor and gave a quick poke to his side. Although faint, a hitching sound escaped his mouth.
Once he realized where this was going, he decided his safety was more important than the game. He yanked off his headset, got up from his chair, and attempted to back away from the pair. Before he could make his escape however, Eita lunged his weight at Yamada and made him fall back to his bed.
As soon as he was down Eita quickly straddled him, and began sinking his fingers into his sides, knowing he should start out easy as to not tire him out too quickly.
“W-wahait!” A slight huff of a giggle escaped as he attempted to protest. But he decided to glue his mouth shut as he grabbed Eitas wrists to try and pull his hands away.
“Awww why are you hiding your sweet adorable giggles? Don’t you want to show Akane that your not just a really cold and disconnected person? That your really a big softie at heart?” Eitas teasing nearly caused him to break, but he grew extremely red.
“Cmon Akito~ Let’s show Akanecchi~”
He suddenly began raking his fingers at Yamadas ribs roughly, and that was the breaking point.
“N-nohohoho! Plehehease!!!” He let out soft giggles. It was so adorable, Akane heart began to squeeze. His giggles were light, breathy, and even child like. It didn’t match his personality at all. “Yamada I didn’t know you could laugh like that.” She said with some shock in her voice.
“He can laugh much louder than that! Only if you get a really good spot…” He suddenly shoved his hands right passed his arms, even though they were clenched to his side, and began digging into his underarms.
Yamada didn’t expect such an intense sensation, and he let out a noise that he didn’t even know he could make. A squeal.
“E-HEheheHIHtahaha wAHAiHt!!” Now actually laughing, it was uncontrollable. He kicked his feet behind Eita.
Akane grew curious and grabbed a flying foot. She began to scribble lightly at his socked soles and he exploded into “un-Yamada-ish” laughter.
“AHAKAHANE!!!” He cried, trying to kick his feet from out of her grip. He nearly escaped it but she caught his ankle in an arm hold and kept scribbling all the more faster.
Sweet laughter that they never heard from him before until now, filled the room. As much as he squirmed around under Eita, he wouldn’t budge. Soon his laughter grew panicky and even a little tired and Eita stopped his attack, signaling Akane to stop as well.
After he got off Yamada, they watched as he lay there for a moment, his chest moving quickly as he attempted to catch his breath.
“Th-that was c-cruel….” He huffed.
“Sorry Yamada…” Akane told him. “I hope we weren’t too much.”
There was a silence. Then.
“It’s ok I guess.” He then simply got up and walked back to his desk, resuming his game like nothing happened. Akane thought he was likely mad, but she noticed as he was headed to his game chair, that he had a slightly more relaxed and refreshed expression on his face. She could tell Eita noticed also and they both grinned at one another.
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yerion · 10 months
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jeon jungkook drives you to think strict criticism isn’t too bad, purely because you didn’t expect things to turn a bit steamier than intended.
as the one and only female esports player, misery was at your fingertip when your skills suddenly deteriorated. however, the stoic leader of your team—jungkook, simply couldn’t sit back. he puts you back on track, yet no one told you sparks would fly; and the crazy fact that it’s inevitable.
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pairing : jungkook x you (as aeum). au(s) : tsundere!jungkook, leader!jungkook, gamer!jungkook, roommates!au. genres : fluff, (intense) mutual pining, slowburn, innuendos of suggestive themes, (a sick) love triangle.
content : you thought your skill was the one problem here, but you eventually realise you’re quite surrounded by guys that you’d like to go on your honeymoon with. clearly, consequences follow since you’re not the only person who thinks so (the rest of the world does too).
peek jungkook’s mind in this playlist.
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chapter six.
word count : 6,2k.
namjoon furrows his brows in flourishing concern. “you shouldn’t be reading every hate comment of yours.”
“not every.” you cheekily wave a finger of disapproval at namjoon. “they just happen to tag along with the positive comments.” 
“still,” taehyung exhales loudly as if it’s his loss.
what you said is true, and the others have the wrong idea. to you, those comments rub onto you like dirt—annoying, a bit upsetting at first, but later, you just roll your eyes and brush it off.
because what girl wouldn’t be envious of you?
come on, you’d be burning in jealousy and sighing loudly if the news broke out one day and said your favourite celebrity—j-hope, is getting married—or already has four children of his own.
social media was harsh to you at the start of your career, but the moment you proved them wrong with your scores in-game, the majority of the commenters dropped a bit of their rage towards you.
but today, the world is crueller than you ever imagined it to be.
and like how thanos snapped his fingers and caused destruction in another universe, you’ve also become a menace to society like him, causing utmost destruction.
“so,” jungkook disrupts the silence with one word. “our best bet is for me to go live and clarify the news?” it’s just jungkook, but everyone’s guises turn serious as their shoulders visibly tense, including yourself. 
you’re slightly worried about this, since you’re very sure there would be people who’d lower their gazes and scoff at jungkook’s fearless yet brazen approach towards the scandalous news. because knowing him, he wouldn’t seem apologetic at all. the man is empathetic to an extent, but it only applies if it’s reasonable.
“realistically, jungkook’s stance is what everyone is looking forward to.” namjoon says. “his words would matter the most, and it’d extinguish the fire faster than anything else.”
“wouldn’t that put aeum in an uncomfortable position?” taehyung steps forward, breaking the intimate circle of your members to confront both namjoon and jungkook’s idea. “it’ll look like she’s relying on jungkook’s opinion.” he crosses his arms in obvious disdain. “that won’t settle any rage directed at her.”
jungkook exhales a loud breath. “silence will fuel the media more.” he cuts himself short; you can tell his head has plotted a full, convincing argument to disagree, but he keeps it locked down for taehyung.
“i wasn’t suggesting silence,” taehyung puts a hand on top of jungkook’s shoulder before peering up into his eyes with a tense smile. “like you said, it’d fuel them more, and even then, aeum would still be taking the biggest fall.” he clicks his tongue, “you wouldn’t want that.”
“speaking for yourself.” unlike taehyung, jungkook deadpans instead of dealing with the flagged skinship. flinging the hand on his shoulder looks like his last priority.
“maybe.” taehyung replies.
yoongi’s sigh is only audible to you, since he happens to be right next to you. “didn’t think i’d see them like this again.” 
“fire and ice,” jimin says curtly.
“scary stuff.” seokjin murmurs.
“you’re older than both of them.” jimin snorts.
“cockroaches could be a day old and i’d still be scared shitless.” seokjin says rather seriously.
jimin flashes him a look of slight disgust before slowly bobbing his head in understanding. “honestly,” he taps his chin in wonder. “i kind of get that.”
namjoon roughly shakes his head at their bickering, and seokjin and jimin mutually come to a wordless agreement of shutting up, only because the flame circling jungkook and taehyung is intensifying even through great silence. their eyes are sharp like knives and their lips remain thin and curved.
you cautiously eye taehyung’s hand on jungkook’s shoulder, gulping at it. “my friends,” you whisper lousily. “i have a mouth and some intelligence, let me partake in my own matters.”
jungkook and taehyung stare at you in unison like you’re a toddler unable to make decisions. 
screw these guys!
you throw your arms in disbelief. “i’m definitely coming out of my mother’s womb earlier than both of you in my next life.”
“what happens if aeum and jungkook confirm the dating news?” jimin randomly asks.
you flash your narrowed eyes at jimin, hoping he figures out the fact that you are now offended. jeon jungkook was the one to instantly shut you down with denial the moment he heard that his glittery reputation is about to go downhill.
“it’s a misunderstanding.” he said.
“it’s a misunderstanding.” he actually said.
“it’s a misunderstanding.” he said genuinely.
beautiful reminder to tell you to never fall for your leader and to never fantasise about you and his future again.
“that was out of genuine curiosity.” jimin shoots both his hands up in the air; surrendering, to dodge any judgement.
“take a better look at the situation, my friend.” seokjin says. “let’s say aeum and taehyung confirmed to be dating, the majority would probably applaud and celebrate that their long ship has finally sailed.” he explains dramatically. “but if aeum and jungkook are something?”
“everyone would be upset since jungkook has the biggest fanbase, and the most questionable and intense female fans.” jimin finishes. “even worse because aeum and jungkook were never seen together until today.”
“there we go.” seokjin nods in approval.
“we’re going off track.” taehyung warns. “let’s listen to coach.”
“if we were to confirm, the rage towards aeum would multiply and jungkook would lose a quarter of his fanbase. fans will also start to become more personal, so it’ll be a matter of time until they send out private threats and malicious comments. not to mention, other teams would look down on us since we’d consume the media for dating news.” namjoon answers truthfully. “we should avoid that at all costs. not just for the team, but for aeum and jungkook.”
“and if we go along with jungkook going live and explaining the truth?” yoongi asks, sounding more invested in the conversation than before.
“it’d make things quieter in general.” namjoon clarifies. “the news about aeum and jungkook will be reduced, but we can’t expect people to stop talking about it. the public attention will still be ours, but it’ll eventually settle down after a week or two.”
“should we be worried about the malicious comments directed at aeum?” yoongi asks again. “we can clearly see that she’s the most affected.”
“realistically speaking, we won’t be able to block off every negative comment directed at her.” namjoon exhales a deep sigh, “we’ll definitely try our best though.”
you shake your head profusely, hoping to decline the protection of your members. “stop it,” you huff lightly. “i only want you to keep practicing with me until the tournament.”
“jungkook?” namjoon calls out.
turning your head to where namjoon’s concerned gaze is headed, you spot jungkook turning on his computer over at his usual desk. he almost tosses himself into the seat, getting quite comfortable before setting up his live broadcast settings in front of you and the rest of the team’s confused faces.
“jungkook.” taehyung calls out as well, except sounding more stern.
“at least try to smile, captain.” you trudge over to his side, ready to witness his deadpanning announcement towards the audience. the comment section won’t be much of an entertaining sight, but jungkook definitely will be.
“just talk for a long while, jung—” namjoon tries to fit in his advice, but jungkook doesn’t even hesitate to click the ‘live’ button. “oh, jesus.” he drops his forehead, feeling the urge to conceal his identity from the audience out of embarrassment.
just like that, the earlier conversation naturally dissipated. there’s no way anyone can speak up when every given second is getting broadcasted for the public audience with venomous tongues.
the members begin acting like they were busy with at least something—seokjin quickly jumps onto the couch and whips out his phone, continuing with his webtoon. yoongi and jimin, on the other hand, are hopeless. they literally act like they’ve been forced and paid to act—looking up at the ceiling and scratching their necks awkwardly. all of them look stupid and oblivious behind jungkook’s still expression.
“i’d sincerely like to apologise for any inconvenience our actions have caused.” jungkook finally says, but he meets silence after his one sentence. his eyes are glued to the comments rolling up crazily. “the admins will blacklist anyone that fits. i won’t tolerate any harassment towards any of our members.”
your eyes widen in panic, a flush overtaking you upon hearing jungkook’s blatant boldness. you’re desperate to jump into the rescue of your team’s supporters, but you know very well they won’t be welcoming you, especially beside your annoyingly famous leader who keeps shutting you down like his computer.
visibly, namjoon is as frustrated as you are. he’s already thinking of closing statements to the media once they try to make a topic out of jungkook’s nonchalance in front of such scandalous news. the way he’s sighing with all his might surprisingly kindles a quiet chuckle amongst the members, only because he looks overly dramatic whenever he does start to project his soft anger. 
“i was worried about aeum catching a cold.” jungkook confesses the truth fearlessly. “the tournament is right around the corner. i was simply trying to minimise all risks regarding our team’s health.”
you knew that jungkook isn’t the type to beat around the bush, but you definitely didn’t predict his demeanour to be like this at all. he’s more confrontational than you ever thought. what can you expect though? it’s jungkook—the leader, at the end of the day.
his gaze casted downwards, jungkook breaks into a scoff and shakes his head. “if a team leader can’t look after his teammates, i consider them incapable.”
jungkook is too good at this.
he’s proving the viewers wrong by exaggerating his role in the team, and everything he’s pointing out is utterly understandable. he knows repeating facts is the best method to kill fire.
jungkook sighs irritatedly at the viewer’s reactions. it’s no doubt they’re going crazy over his exaggerated care towards you—the only female player in the team. “there are terms and conditions we agreed to.” he explains calmly, “dating is prohibited.”
oh…
it’s clear that the corner of your lips sink at the rule. it hasn’t been long since you started feeling this way for jungkook, and you never really thought about it being prohibited. you totally forgot about that, and for some reason, you dreamed that there was nothing wrong with this blooming feeling until now.
few seconds in, you blink out of thought to hurriedly bury your emotion by pursing your lips together. in your peripheral vision, there’s taehyung leaning against a wall. your lips zip up even tighter when you realise that he’s staring at you in concern.
with your eyes travelling back to the ongoing broadcast, you catch jungkook free of stress. his eyes have softened and so have the comments. “we’ll see you at the tournament,” he says. “stay safe and take care of yourselves in the meantime.” 
like that, everyone breathes out loud as soon as jungkook turns off his own broadcast. the livestream was short and impactful, maybe like how namjoon pictured. 
“you scared the living shit out of all of us!” seokjin yells from the couch. “please give us a warning next time.”
“you did well.” namjoon praises the outcome. “it was smart of you to keep it short and not react to any of the opinions.” 
“i agree,” jimin says. “let’s just wait it out now.”
you shake your head, letting out an extensive breath. “i’m really, really, really sorry this happened.” 
“we’re all close like family, aeum.” taehyung reassures from where he is. “this would’ve happened sooner or later.” he hints cryptically.
“that’s true.” you nod. “since we’re all close like family.” you repeat, acknowledging taehyung’s thoughts towards you.
“it’d be wise of us to all stay inside as much as possible.” namjoon suggests. “it’ll still take time for the public to settle down.”
“never went out anyway.” yoongi’s eyes pan around the living room.
“seokjin, we’ll be counting on you for our meals.” jimin cracks into a smile. “we’ll all camp inside and practice.”
“i am a filler member of the team, not the chef.” seokjin stands up with a stomp, pumping his chest out to defend himself. “but i’ll do it anyway.” he then says.
“jungkook, could you lead today’s training?” namjoon walks over to jungkook and places a hand on his shoulder. “i have to head over to the company today because of the news.”
“yeah,” jungkook says. “don’t worry.” 
“alright, i’ll check back in later.” namjoon heaves out a sigh, knowing there’s heaps of work piled up for him. he straightens out the wrinkles of his blazer before waving goodbye wordlessly.
“we’re starting.” jungkook announces. “sign in and i’ll send everyone a party invitation.” he spins in his seat to face the entire team standing in front of him. jungkook eyes everyone individually, including you. again, he treats you like everyone else. “we don’t have much time.”
“sounds good.” taehyung is the first person to obediently march over to his computer at jungkook’s word. it’s like their argument never happened, but you assume this is professionalism.
eventually, everyone gathers and sits in front of their computers. the semi-circle is complete once again today, and you feel strangely protected—like you can overcome anything with these people surrounding you.
like taehyung said, they’re family.
your family.
you take your seat beside jungkook, and that’s when he finally turns his head to look at you wholly. you didn’t expect that, especially after being disappointed countless times on your own today. 
“how do you feel?” jungkook asks you directly.
“safe.” smiling gently, you answer honestly.
jungkook nods once and fixes his gaze back onto his computer screen. his hand is tightly latched onto his mouse as he invites everyone into his team.
with the invitation pending on your screen, you just quietly observe the side of his face, again taking interest in the scar on his cheek. he never fails to capture your interest, but it doesn’t seem that way for him.
how can you change that?
sighing out loud, you decide to focus on your game instead. you press on the tick to your right, accepting jungkook’s request as usual. each banner in the lobby gets filled right away with the usernames of your members, but that’s when you see a private message sent to your chat box.
[34742748382] : ahhhh i didn’t expect jungkook to respond that fast with a livestream lol
[34742748382] : i guess i should try harder ^^
[34742748382] : good luck with today’s practice!!!!!!! it’s not long till the tournament
again?
it’s them again.
you hold in your breath as you feel your chest tighten in fright again when you see the same username from before—that time jungkook tried to hide the messages from you. whoever they are—they’re back, but you can’t afford to freak out. 
not when the team is practicing.
scouring all your members’ faces, they all look equally concentrated to practice. no one here is on a different page. there’s determination in their eyes, which is beyond normal because the tournament is really near.
you quickly move your cursor above the username, blocking them to ensure no other messages come through. maybe your clicks were a little too aggressive, jungkook is fast to notice that something is out of place for you.
“aeum.” jungkook mutters under his breath.
“privacy, please!” you hiss quietly, feigning composure at the situation eating you alive. the anonymous’ words are preying on you bit by bit. “my little brother was spamming stupid messages in-game, spilling my old secrets and everything—”
“what’s his name?” jungkook asks, and the rest of the members hear.
um.
“my little brother’s name?” you question obliviously.
jungkook crosses his arms. “do you prefer me to ask what secrets?”
bursting into a tense laughter, your gaze bounces from jungkook to taehyung, jimin and yoongi before coming back to meet your leader’s stare. “jeno.” you toss an answer. “that’s his name.”
“is he teasing you again?” taehyung suddenly inserts, supporting your atrocious lie. he’s making you even more anxious because now you’ve got two people to explain to and beg for forgiveness if you ever get caught.
but now, you can slip out of this thanks to taehyung.
“he doesn’t learn.” you shake your head while smiling innocently at taehyung who’s in the corner. he’d never understand the meaning behind your smile though.
“aeum and jeno?” jimin repeats from metres away. “your parents are too good with names.”
“right?” you take your chance to side with jimin too. “we better get to it before i start missing them.” you say aloud, but it’s basically addressed to jungkook. “i might just run away.”
jungkook collects a deep breath as if he’s decided. “is everyone ready?”
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practice ended in time with the sunset; an aurora of pink, orange and red is presented to you and the rest of your team who isn’t too bothered by the snuggly colours in the sky. it’s almost time to eat dinner, but you’d much prefer to return when you’re not caged by the thought of someone’s animosity from before. they’ve been in your mind ever since.
my god… you feel like you’ve aged ten years.
you are a corpse. 
you are disintegrating.
and you hate that you’re still wondering about what tonight’s dinner might be.
in general, you feel baffled. you don’t feel too depressed, only because you genuinely do feel infinitely supported. that’s why you’ve still got the perseverance to ponder about dinner and smile when you want to. however, you can’t help but to feel disturbed about what could potentially come. you’re still far from becoming numb when you stumble across comments on the internet. how will you condone direct attacks? are you perfectly valid to be thinking about that—or are you merely overreacting because you’re flustered from the consistency of a single person behind anonymity?
distracted, you lift yourself off your chair, slide off the headset tightened around your ears, stretch your arms as you head towards the stairs. you’re the first person to sign out today. it’s only expected of you, especially after that disaster.
at times like this, you sincerely wish you could run back home.
when you reach the second floor, you slowly drag your feet to your room. there’s a fair distance for you since yoongi’s room comes first, then jimin, seokjin, jungkook and then it’s yours before taehyung. the rooms are all aligned horizontally. 
as you pass the first two doors, a door swings open in front without any warning. a draft of wind shoots out, and your body jerks in surprise. you pause for a few seconds to avoid any means of planting your nose into the door, then take the initiative to walk around, still hoping to make it to your sweet destination.
wait.
isn’t that—
before you can even think, a firm force grasps your wrist to tug you into the room. you gasp in the midst, but your following breath is stolen when you lay your eyes on the owner of the room.
it was brief, but you’re not mistaken.
when did he get here?
the scent of soap is pungent—it hypnotises all your senses when your body thuds against jungkook’s chest. with your face buried into the softness of his new black t-shirt he changed into, you’re swept in a complete daze. your hands instinctively crawl to his hips, and you grab ahold of his shirt in your fists, unafraid of creasing his freshly cleaned shirt.
for a moment, the world is quiet.
it’s just you and the warmth of him.
you begin to wonder when silence inevitably abducts you. over and over again, you’re met with the same old uncertainty storming inside of your mind. perhaps your mind is playing games, or jungkook is the one playing games with you. on days jungkook makes you feel like he might just be your prince charming, you’re kicking your blanket like an idiot every night. however, it’s when you think the gap between you and jungkook no longer exists after one thing and another, he finds a way to pry it back open again by reverting to his old self—to the person you never knew.
when you’re looking at him expectedly, he’s never looking back.
when he acts friendly again out of the blue, you’re always searching for answers.
why did he worry when you were sick?
why did he feel accountable for you?
why did he take you to his room and leave you to sleep under his watch?
why did he kiss you that night when you were drunk?
why does he expect you to answer when he was the one behind everything misleading?
why does he try to keep you safe at a red light?
why is he allowed to wrap his arms around you during the times you feel most upset?
why doesn’t he tell you who hayoung is?
why does he look for an answer in you when you asked for his first?
why does he care about you?
why is he making you overthink?
because you adored him so much—as a player and even as a person, you were always blinded to everything jungkook did. 
“are you alright?” jungkook speaks softly into your ear. he’s keeping the noise to the minimum, but he’s also intentional with his tone—just to make you feel like he’s the one to turn to when you’re in need. “you’re never convincing, so is it up to me to get better at reading you?”
why doesn’t he have his arms wrapped around you now?
why are you the only person holding him desperately?
“why?” you finally unleash your thoughts, your head still against jungkook. once upon a time, they were all securely locked for his sake, but now you don’t care if that all shatters. “tell me why you care.” you ask without trying to sound hostile, merely because you want him to discern your earnestness.
jungkook doesn’t say anything.
you tear yourself away from jungkook’s chest and peer up at him in despondency. “or am i misunderstanding?” you echo his words emptily, yet his face keeps still.
“it’s not a misunderstanding.” jungkook then replies solemnly. “i care so much to the point it’s uncomfortable.” 
at this second, there’s nothing in this world that can beat jungkook. he’s standing right here, probably not even thinking about how your body is reacting; your heart squeezes up in desperation for sweeter words. you want to gouge your heart out and show him how many pricks there are—maybe then, he’ll think less and talk more.
“i easily forget about the tournament when you're around.” jungkook, not giving a hell about what you think anymore, harshly pulls your wrist and places your palm onto the left region of his chest. under his skin, you feel each of his thumping heartbeats—it’s rapid every time it contracts; it feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest anytime soon.
yours feels the same, except worse.
he probably doesn’t know that as well.
“when you’re here, i don’t think about the consequences.” jungkook drops his hand, letting you do the work from here onward. he now looks at you with eyes devoid of emotion; which goes against what he just said. perhaps that’s why he’s given you an opportunity to feel rather than see.
you slide your hand off his chest as you turn away. instead, you’re staring at his bed, which only torments you further at the recollection of memories piercing your mind like a bullet. “you really don’t listen to a word i say.” you murmur cryptically. “i thought i told you to stop being vague.” 
“i’d rather kiss you than focus on a game.” jungkook confesses instead. “i’d rather sleep with you than compete.”
“jungkook, that’s—” you interrupt, dreading every one of his confessions. anxiety gushes in when you realise that he was slowly breaking apart too. it’s not your fault—you know it isn’t, but to see jungkook displeased with himself is hurting more than any injury out there. everyone knows that he cherishes his career more than anything.
“i’m sure you can imagine how detrimental it is to the team if a leader can’t set priorities.”
you get it now.
you’ve become jungkook’s mistake.
although you’re not fully certain if jungkook can reciprocate your feelings, there’s one thing you’re sure about: his affection. it grew beyond his control. he didn’t think it would; he didn’t think anything could blur his vision because he always believed in himself. the jungkook you know is collected and confident—in the beginning, you didn’t think he was capable of conveying such romantic emotions.
yet he’s come so far.
from the jungkook who didn’t budge at any of your rants, to the jungkook who constantly finds you to prove that you’re deserving of admiration.
maybe that’s enough for you.
“i have to value you as my teammate more than anything.” jungkook hooks a finger below your chin to raise your head up from your own shadows. you erase the bitter smile that crept up to your lips, but there’s no doubt he saw. “and with the terms and conditions we agreed to, there’s not much ahead for us.”
again, jungkook is too good at this.
“jungkook,” you breathe out thickly. “jeon jungkook.” you call out his name for the first time. his eyes dilate in surprise, and you simply smile at his eyes you seem to be obsessed with.
you can’t help it.
it’s jungkook after all.
“let’s stay apart.” you determine on your own. “we’ll go back a few steps.”
wordlessly, jungkook retracts his hand. “is that easy for you?” he asks after some thought.
no.
not at all.
as if.
“tell me,” jungkook demands an answer. “is it really?”
“someone will have to think about the consequences.”
“if that’s what you want.”
suddenly feeling your eyes dry, you habitually swipe at your eyes with an arm. the moment you pull a part of yourself off of your face, a single drop wells up in the inner corner of your eyes.
huh?
no way.
just before a tear can creep out of your eyes, you clear your throat and quickly peer up at the sky. you use gravity to your advantage to suppress the escape of a single tear. “you better come down for dinner.” you prod casually once you flick your head back down. “i’ll steal yours if you don’t.”
“all yours.”
and just like that, you back away, little by little, until you feel the back of your shoulders hit the door.  you don’t think twice when you twist the handle of jungkook’s door before stepping out of his room. with your back turned against him, you let the door shut loudly behind you.
now you wipe your tears away.
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the next afternoon, you dedicate yourself to another day of training with your team. it’s been a while since you stopped struggling in-game; you’re not diving in unnecessarily out of greed anymore, and that alone carried meaningful outcomes. you’ve been top fragging for the last few matches, and namjoon has been screaming in your ear in awe at your improvement.
on the other hand, everything else felt ordinary. the sky was a pale blue, the sun was shining vigorously, and jungkook acted exactly like himself. thanks to him, it was easier for you to stay far behind. because for all you know, you’ve been accustomed to this situation long ago anyway, since he never actually gave you special treatment unless the two of you were privately secluded. 
not a thing in the world is going to notice your dimming relationship with jungkook. you’re the only person that can claim everything that happened between you and him as a fragment made of reality.
“aeum!” seokjin shouts from the kitchen. he’s cutting up some of the vegetables you and jungkook bought that day. “a parcel arrived under your name today with the rest of the fan mails!”
“really?” you ask again; half out of scepticism, the other half out of excitement. ever since the release of you and jungkook’s photos, fanmade letters and gifts have stopped substantially. “where is it?” 
“on the doormat!” 
you run to where the doormat is, and you swiftly retrieve a pink cardboard box the second you see it. your name is handwritten on the top of the box with hearts drawn underneath. the sender’s name isn’t attached, but most of the time, their names are revealed in the letters for confidentiality. 
the tape sealing the box appears resistant, so you rush over to the kitchen to loot a pair of scissors. you pinch seokjin’s scissors to cut precisely along the lines of the box before gaping blankly at the content inside. 
all you see is shredded pink tissue paper filling the box. your logic tells you to reach in since something could be hiding somewhere beneath the bed of shreds. the other option is flipping it the other way around, but there’s a probability that the item could be extremely fragile, hence the overwhelming amount of tissue paper.
or… there could be nothing in it.
that all aside, you put a hand inside the bed of shredded tissue paper in an attempt to grab anything tangible. swivelling your lost hand for a few seconds in the unknown, you’re thinking you might’ve been baited. 
“i thought so.” you snicker. “such effort too.”
your hand feels for anything on each side of the box, and just when you thought you’ve seriously been toyed with, you feel something slit the base of your hand. the burning sensation is enough to force a whimper out of you, but you tighten your lips, adamant to keep the pain hidden.
you promptly pull your hand out, only to confront blood—it’s flowing constantly out of your hand, but not strongly. the heat consumes your fingers before engulfing your palm. from the top of your hand to your forearm, your blood drips down, staining your arm and shirt in no other colour but red. 
you try to find the bleeding source; it’s obvious a blade slashed your palm diagonally. the blade cut you when you tried to hold whatever was inside; you gripped onto it instinctively without any suspicion at all, thinking it might’ve been something more pleasant.
biting down onto your lower lip, you apply pressure with your remaining hand when the blood drops onto the tile. it almost sounding like persistent spits of rain. clearly, your one hand isn’t enough to stop the stream; you��re helplessly leaving a trail of your own blood with every step you take away from seokjin.
who sent this?
an anti-fan?
it’s someone who’s enraged about the news of you and jungkook.
you’ve heard about this before—if “fans” can pour superglue into orange juice and are also fully capable of gifting dead animals; it’s no surprise someone was brave enough to hide a blade to stop you from competing.
“aeum?” 
the terror of watching taehyung’s face lose all colour and turn immobile from shock sucks every breath from your mouth. upon realising that it’s your blood in your own hands, taehyung breaks free to jolt to where you are. his hands stretch out to apply extra pressure onto your wound, and you involuntarily wince at the sharp pain nipping at your separated skin.
“who—” taehyung is seething. he’s losing every whit of sanity; you can tell just by hearing him breathe—it’s becoming more and more shallow with more time passing. his hand is shaking tremendously as you watch your blood stain him too. “what’s going on? you need to explain—” his head snaps in every direction to find a clue on what exactly happened. eventually, his breath hitches when he detects the box sitting at the table. “who sent that?”
“i don’t know,” you answer truthfully. you thought you’d find at least a note in there somewhere. “maybe someone who’s upset?” you try to jest in this situation.
speechless with rage, taehyung tugs on one end of his scarf around his neck, removing it in one swift motion. “i’m taking you to the hospital.” he suggests pensively before tying the scarf around your hand to compress the bleeding. his remaining grip builds up the pressure against your now clothed gash, but at the same time, taehyung’s hands are getting dirtier by the second.
with taehyung’s quivering hand still cupping yours, you put your hand on top of his to calm him down. “taehyung.” you whisper while you squeeze his hand. “we shouldn’t.”
if you get caught with taehyung this time, you really wouldn’t know when you’ll be back on stage.
taehyung finally looks up to meet your eyes. “if this gets infected, you seriously won’t be able to compete.” 
“i’m not saying i’m going to ignore professional treatment, dummy. i don’t want it to be infected either.” you reply honestly. “let’s get namjoon to call someone over.” you tilt your head cheekily, “he restricted me from going out, so i’m going to use it to my advantage when i can.”
“what the—” seokjin’s jaw drops at the sight of you and taehyung fiddling with blood. “what happened? what did i miss?” he fires a bunch of questions. “oh god, who’s blood is that?”
“i was right behind you too.” you glare playfully at seokjin.
“i’m—” seokjin stutters. “i’m going to call namjoon, and we’re going to get you to the hospital—holy shit, what if you need stitches?”
“shut up.” you deadpan unseriously. “can we be optimistic?”
“how do you expect optimism when you’re losing blood?” seokjin argues in growing concern. “i’ll come back with the emergency kit, so you stay right there!” he then spurts up the stairs, making a ruckus in the house. if anyone else is home, it’s only a matter of time until they lose their guts too.
“sorry,” taehyung’s voice comes out soft and glum. perhaps he’s found some composure after covering your wound. “i went a little too overboard, didn’t i?” taehyung sighs, “getting mad and all.”
“you’re kidding me.” you gasp inwardly before crumbling into a faint chuckle. there’s absolutely no reason for him to feel apologetic when he saved you from paranoia. “i was thinking about calling you my saviour from now on, and what? you’re saying you went overboard?”
now taehyung flashes you a smile. “i would’ve preferred myself to be calm for you.” 
“well,” you smack your lips together to make an amused sound. “i’ll gladly accept both sides of you.” taehyung narrows his eyes like he has something in mind, but because you’re you, taehyung is too predictable. “and also your other sides too. maybe i should pick a favourite—”
out of nowhere, you hear a click reverberate from the front door. the sound should be unnoticeable to a person’s ear, but it’s merely because you and taehyung are situated quite close, the two of you catch the noise at the same second. your attention diverts instantaneously—from your injury to the next person who’s bound to witness your messy casualty.
the door opens, and your heart convulses when you watch jungkook enter indoors with a lowered gaze. there’s a piece of paper scrunched in between his balled fingers, and the expression he dons is off. his face is contorted with pure, undiluted anger; his jaw is clenched and his eyes are dull, deprived of life and light. 
did something happen to him?
your curiosity chained you—before you can even think of potential answers to respond to another person about this cursed accident, your eyes are at level with jungkook’s when he turns his head around decisively. the inevitable happens, and you’re caught up in another knot the moment you observe his face darkening more. unlike taehyung, there isn’t a sense of urgency in him, solely disturbance. he glowers at your hand like he knew what he was walking into.
does the piece of paper have to do anything with his reaction?
it must be.
despite jungkook’s appearance, no one in the room comments about his arrival. you’d think taehyung would, but he doesn’t move his mouth.
“i brought the emergency kit—” seokjin reports back to the scene that’s now completely quelled. there isn’t space for seokjin to fit in, and same goes to you—who would even dare to if they’re driven in the middle of fire and ice?
“give it to me, seokjin.” you say quietly, enough to not break the flurrying tension.
“pass it to me.” taehyung intercepts in an antagonistic tone. he grabs ahold of the kit from seokjin before bringing your aching hands closer to him; physically encouraging you to follow his lead.
you can’t help but to hesitate; the idea of simply dismissing jungkook out of spite is unacceptable on your end, but you can’t leave taehyung alone either—not after everything he did for you.
so you just stare back at jungkook, nodding at him to induce him to understand you’re fine (though he never literally asked), but you think this is the best you can do, otherwise you’ll just be walking away from him, seeming like you never want to turn back around.
“taehyung,” jungkook calls out when you and taehyung’s backs ultimately turn against him.
to your surprise, taehyung faces jungkook immediately whilst deadpanning. “what is it?” he answers coldly, holding your hand tight.
“am i not worthy of an explanation?” jungkook walks up to taehyung, automatically drawing him near to you as well. “a teammate of ours is injured—is she not?”
“aeum is injured.” taehyung corrects nonchalantly.
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The Essence Of Our Spark
Summary: Hiding in plain sight.
Noah Diaz had learned how to do that all too well, but when an argument with his little brother cracks open the flood gates of suppressed memories of wars long past, his mask slips, and along with it, his sanity.
(Takes place after the events of ROTB so there will be spoilers!)
TW: Mentions of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Also a few swears
Also available to read on AO3 here!
In the darkest corners of Noah’s mind, where memories converged with fear, something whispered in his sleep; fragments of a past that he had always desperately wished to forget. His nightmares always came in the form of a battlefield, screams pierced the air and mingled with the metallic cacophony of gunfire. Amid the madness, a lone young soldier struggled to fix a circuit breaker, his eyes wild with terror. With every breath, he inhaled the acrid scent and exhaled a piece of his humanity, forever lost to the unforgiving abyss of war.
Noah flinched, and he put a hand to his chest to steady his breathing as loud popping went off in the kitchen, a familiar scent of butter and salt wafted through to his room.
‘Popcorn... ’ he reassured himself. ‘It’s just mom making popcorn...get a goddamn grip, man...’  
As if sensing something was wrong, Noah’s mother appeared by the door frame, hugging a bowl to her chest with one arm and a duvet draped around the other.
“Noah, please tell me you ain’t still working on that thing?” she said, nodding to his work desk.  
Taking a moment to flex his trembling hand, he dismissively waved her off. “C’mon, I’ve only been at it for an hour or two.”
“Honey, it’s three in the afternoon. You been hunched over that desk since two in the morning.”
Her expression softened when Noah didn’t reply. “Have you been taking those sleeping pills?”
“Yeah, I just...got the work bug, that’s all,” he muttered. “You know me, once I start, can’t stop.”
“You gotta stop sometime, sweetheart. Otherwise, your body will.”
Noah flinched slightly. “...Right. Don’t you have a movie to watch?”
His mom frowned but said nothing. “Because I know you haven’t eaten anything, there’s leftovers in the fridge, okay? Just...don’t cook, I’m too tired to deal with that right now. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”
Once again, he waved her off, and when she finally got the hint, he returned to his work project.
“C’mon...just work, damn it...!” Noah sighed, his nostrils flaring as he tried to splice a couple of wires together. This was the last step to complete the repair for Kris’s gameboy, which had suffered a beating against the wall after several failed attempts at the final boss of whatever latest game he had received for his birthday.  
The walls in the apartment were thin so Noah and his mother had immediately scrambled out of their beds when they heard a loud banging coming from Kris’s room, with Noah kicking down the door and raising a baseball bat to beat the shit out of whoever had been stupid enough to break into their home and target his little brother, only to be met with the snivelling boy sitting on the bed hugging his knees and pointing at the broken console on the floor.
Kris had suffered his first bout of gamer rage.  
Noah had tried to be sympathetic; their mother much less so.
He couldn’t blame her for being angry. She worked long hours and had spent a lot of hard-earned cash to buy that gameboy for Kris in the hopes that it would cheer him up—or at least provide a distraction—from his illness. They couldn’t afford another one.
Which was why Noah needed to fix it.
It had been weeks since his last interview, and the small pot of money he had slowly built up from doing various repair jobs for folks around the neighbourhood was beginning to dry up. He had spent most of it on various parts to fix up Mirage.
And it had been worth every damn dime.
“C’mon...There we go!” He punched a victorious fist in the air as the screen lit up along with the familiar 8-bit jingle. “Oh, thank God. Or Primus. Whatever.” Noah sat back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, sighing in relief and smiling at the thought of Kris’s face lighting up when he got his one true love back.
Noah snorted. That kid needed to get out more.
His expression dropped a little. He knew at one point, when the illness was at its earliest stages, that Kris had tried to hang out with his friends, go to school, play at sports, just all the normal stuff that a kid should be doing. But he started tiring more and more easily and grew so frustrated that he ended up locking himself in his room, isolating himself from the world and everybody that loved him
That was when he got the call from his mom, her voice had a nasal tone to it, as if she’d just been crying, and Noah knew he needed to come home. Fortunately, his superiors granted him general discharge after a hell of a lot of arm twisting. However, they made sure to get back at him in the form of a bad reference that crapped all over his chances of getting a decent job.
Or any job, really. Even the damn janitors wouldn’t take him on.
Giving himself a mental kick, Noah forced himself out of the chair before he could start feeling sorry for himself and grabbed the newly fixed console before heading to the door.
“Hey, ma,” he softly called out, softly knocking on the living room door and entering when he heard a muffled “Come in ..”. He smiled a little at the shifting lump on the couch, a hand lifting from under the covers to reveal his mom’s face, illuminated by the soft glow of the television screen. He couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under her eyes; those night shifts were really starting to take their toll on her.
“¿Qué es eso?” she asked. “You alright?”
“Yeah, I’ve finally fixed Kris’s console, just headin’ out to give it to him now.”
“Oh gracias a Dios,” she muttered in relief. “You’re a little miracle worker, you know?”
“Sí, mama,” Noah gloated, holding up his hands. “I know I’m the best.”
She smirked under the covers. “If only your cooking skills were that good.”
“Hey, c’mon now, it’s just an acquired taste, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh, sure,” she said with a yawn, prompting Noah to take the handle and close the door part-way.
“You work yourself too hard,” he said softly. “I’ll let you get some shut-eye.”
“And you worry too much,” she weakly argued back. “Tell Kris to be home by six,” his mom paused a moment before adding. “He’s been spending almost as much time at that dingy old garage as you have recently.”
Noah swallowed down a dry lump. “Yeah, he’s uh...been helping me out with this... project.”
He inwardly cringed. He had always been a bad liar, especially when it came to his family.
“Right,” she drawled out, obviously not convinced. “Just make sure he doesn’t inhale too much of those car fumes. It’s not good for his condition.”
“Don’t worry, I will,” Noah said, inching his way out the door before making a beeline for it, shouting out a quick “love you!” before slamming the door shut on his way out.
Beads of sweat ran down the sides of his face as he jogged down the stairs of the apartment building and into the bustling and vibrant streets of Brooklyn, shoving the gameboy into his pocket as he walked down the street.  
He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep this secret from his mother. Kris had found out within five minutes of him being home, but luckily had taken the whole thing in his stride, seemingly not phased by the idea of giant alien robots and the world nearly ending.
Kris was just built different, he supposed.
Their mother on the other hand...
He wasn’t sure what would have freaked her out more; the fact that he was friends with talking vehicles or that he had travelled outside of New York without leaving so much as a note.
He may be have been in his late twenties but there was no doubt in his mind that she would have grounded his ass for a month if she found out.
Noah shook his head, he was going to keep this secret for as long as he had breath in his body. She had enough to worry about: with her job, classes, bills, the medication for Kris.
Except they didn’t have to worry about that anymore.
Absent-mindedly pulling the business card he had received at his ‘security job’ interview, he twirled it in his fingers, brushing a thumb over the symbol of the eagle. The whole situation was still so bizarre to him; this super-secret government organization wanted him as an agent because...what, he just happened to choose the right car to break into? Because he was associated—by accident—with giant machines that could help them with whatever war they were in the middle of?
Noah couldn’t think of any other reason on why they would want to hire him.
It was Elena who had led the Autobots and Maximals to the transwarp key, it was Optimus Prime and Primal that charged into battle against Scourge and Unicron, and it was Mirage who had sacrificed himself and transformed his body into a suit to protect Noah. He...he hadn’t really done much of anything. Just happened to tag along for the ride.
That Agent Burke guy was wrong. He didn’t deserve this.
And he couldn’t throw himself into the middle of another war. Not after his harrowing time with the army and certainly not after that whole world-ending ordeal he’d just been through. Besides, he had other responsibilities. He couldn’t leave Kris again. Or his mother. They needed him. He was the man of the house. They needed him. He was more useful to them here than playing pretend at some secret agent shit.
...Right?
He shoved the card back into his jacket pocket, planning on throwing it away later. From his other pocket, he pulled out a walkie talkie.
“Yo, Kris,” he greeted. “Got a little something for ya, you still at the garage where I told you to stay?”
There was a pause.
“What did I say about using our real names?”  
Noah rolled his eyes. “Apologies, Tails. I repeat: you at the garage?”
“Uh. Yep. Still here.”  
“Then why don’t I see you, huh?” Noah asked dryly as he edged past the heavy wooden doors and into the dimly lit space. A nostalgic scent of motor oil and sawdust tinged the air, a reminder that this was Noah’s safe-space. The small workshop was a treasure trove of relics; shelves lined the walls, each filled with an array of tools and rusted projects that had been laid to rest.
The only thing the garage was missing was his little brother and newly repaired Porsche.
“Kzzzzt, this is Knuckles here,” a new voice chimed in. “You’re uh, kzzzzt, breaking up there, Sonic.”  
Noah grimaced and clutched onto the radio device a little harder. “You get him back here now or I swear I’ll put my knuckles through your damn windshield...!”
“Geez! What’s with the threats, huh? Calm down or you’ll end up as much of a killjoy as Optimus-”  
“No names!”  
“Oh! Sorry.”  
Rubbing his temples in frustration, Noah tried again. “Can you guys please just come back? Like I said, I got something for you, Tails. It’s real important.”
As if on cue, a mis-matched Porsche came skidding along the road and sped right towards Noah, who didn’t even flinch when it screeched to a halt within inches of him and went through the all-too familiar process of transforming.
“Mirage is in the garage!” The robot cheerfully announced, catching Kris mid-transformation and gently lowering him to the ground in front of Noah before stretching out his limbs. “Oh, man does it feel good to get out again. And! I gotta say Kris, you’re even more fun to joyride with than your brother.”
Noah rubbed his face, feeling like a vein was about to pop. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Hey, come on now, Noah,” Mirage waved a dismissive hand. “Jealousy ain’t a good look on you.”
“You took Kris out joyriding?!”
“Guys...”
“I took him out for some fresh air! What, you’d rather the kid was cooped up in this dusty old workshop all day?” Mirage snapped back, dramatically gesturing around the small, cramped room.
“Guys!” Kris shouted out before Noah could argue back. “I can talk for myself, y’know?”
“Yeah, I know Kris, but-” Noah tried to argue as the robot looked down sheepishly, only to be instantly hushed by his little brother’s stone-cold glare. He’d definitely learned that from their mother. Or Optimus.
“He only took me ‘round the block a few times, Noah. I wanted to go with him.”
“But-”
“No buts,” Kris held up a finger. “Besides, we didn’t get into any trouble.”
“Well, except for that cop tryna’ stop us for speeding-”
“I said we didn’t get into any trouble,” Kris reiterated, aiming his glare up at Mirage now, who instantly stiffened and looked away.
“Nope. No trouble here.”
Noah sighed and knelt to Kris’s level. “Look, I get you want to have your own adventures and yeah, even I got into a little trouble when I was your age.”
“A little?”
“Okay, a lot,” he corrected himself. “Look, my point is... you gotta be careful. I...,” Noah paused for a moment, trying to find the best way to word this.
“I don’t want you to end up being like me.”
A silence fell upon the room then as Kris narrowed his eyes, and he didn’t even have to look up to know that Mirage was boring down on him too.  
“Bro, you ain’t being serious, right?”
“I am being serious, Kris. You...you’re...I mean I...” Noah stuttered. God, why was talking so hard? “You’re a real bright kid and-”
“Lemme guess, I got a ‘bright future ahead of me’?” Kris drawled out sarcastically.
“Yeah! You do! But you gotta drop that attitude, keep your head down and keep up with your schoolwork. You can’t be like me and fu-” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “Muck it up like I did.”
“You can say fuck, Noah. I’m not five.”
Mirage, who had taken to hovering in the background so as to not get in the middle of the brother’s argument, sputtered and tried to poorly disguise his laugh with a hacking cough, blaming it on the dust.
Noah groaned and rose, deciding it was now time to harness the kind of power stance that would usually win his mother an argument “My point is that you’ve got a chance to make something of yourself, get outta Brooklyn, get yourself a decent job with good money-”
“Okay, I may be old enough to swear but I ain’t old enough to be thinking about all that,” Kris said defiantly, crossing his arms to mirror Noah. “You can’t just dump all that on me.”
“I’m not dumping anything on you, I’m just saying you gotta-”
“Well, I think you gotta go see a therapist.”
Noah blinked as a smug grin formed on Kris’s face. “W-what?”
“Don’t you even notice that you’re always putting yourself down?” The teen grasped at his hair dramatically and pitched his voice down an octave. “Oh no...! I’m not good enough to get a job...! I don’t deserve to get credit for saving the freakin’ world...! I can’t cook for shit...!”
Noah wasn’t sure what to get more offended by—the fact that his own brother was insulting him or that he had the balls to pull him up about his own insecurities.
“You little-! I don’t sound like that! And my cooking is just...an acquired taste...!”
“Stop avoiding the subject.”
“I don’t need a therapist; we can’t even afford one! And last I checked, we were talking about your future, not mine. So, let’s leave it, yeah?”
Kris didn’t take the hint.  
“Bro, you are part of my future. And you always tell me that it ain’t good to bottle up our emotions and to always talk. Like when Tails helps Sonic, or Luigi helps Mario, or-”
“But we ain’t Sonic and Tails! Or...or Mario and Luigi or whatever, and this ain’t a videogame, Kris! You can’t just point and click your way through life and expect to get a happy ending. You got your head in the clouds way too much, and it’s about time you got back down to reality like the rest of us!”
“Noah...” Mirage finally chimed in, but was interrupted by Kris.
“No, I get it,” the boy said, somberly nodding. “You got all these hopes and dreams that you couldn’t achieve by yourself and so now you’re pinning ‘em all on me, right? ‘Cuz you think you ain’t got a chance at living the life that you wanted. ‘Cuz you’re worthless, right?”
“Worthless... worthless ... you’re worthless...!” His commander had shouted at him. His father had shouted at him. He had shouted at himself.
Noah’s head was pounding . His thoughts clashed like opposing tides in a wild storm; a battle between fear and reason, threatening to tear him apart. All he wanted was for his little brother to have a good life and not to be trapped within the four walls of a rotting apartment in the middle of gang and police territory, fearing for his life every time he opened the door, that he would get shot for being in the wrong place at the right time. To try and escape, only to end up in a different kind of war that valued him only as cannon fodder, to be sent home in a box with a medal slapped on his cold, lifeless body for his ‘service’. To be remembered by only a few and missed by no-one.
And to be regarded as a low-life coward for running away.
“Noah...? Noah...! Noah ...”  
He didn’t even realise that Kris had a grip on his arms and was shaking him, or that Mirage was kneeling with his hands hovering over him. Their mouths were moving but what they were saying was all muffled and distorted, like he was underwater.
His lungs hitched, and he started gasping for air.
Noah hated that he couldn’t keep his emotions in check, that something so trivial triggered such a raw, primal fear within him, and that he showed such a vulnerability to his little brother and best friend. The two people who were supposed to rely on him for support and strength.
With some semblance of control, he managed to wave them both off with an air of nonchalance and coolness that he had learned to adopt from Mirage's personality.
“I’m fine, I’m good,” he just about choked out. “I think I just gotta...go for a walk or somethin’.”  
His legs found the strength to stumble forward of their own accord, stopping only briefly to lean by the doors so he could glance back. “Mirage, could you uh...could you take Kris home? Mom wants him home by...by six, aight? And make sure he does his homework because...yeah.”
“But Noah... yew don luk so gud...”  
“Just do it, okay?!” He snapped. “Please...”
Within Noah’s weary soul, a fervent desire to escape surged through his body, and without a second thought, he slipped out into the embrace of the early night. Each step propelled him into the unknown, his heart beating wildly as his legs pounded against the pavement, fuelling his need to leave everyone else behind.
The wind whistled through his ears, and the city bathed in the soft glow of streetlights overcame every ounce of his senses, drowning out the chorus of desperation that echoed from all around him.
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I am hungry for the hurt/comfort Noah and Mirage fics so I decided to write one myself. Let me know what y'all think!
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APPARENTLY IT’S INTERNATIONAL FRIENDS DAY AND I JUST HAPPENED TO WRITE A LITTLE FICLET ABOUT MEI AND MK OFF OF AN IDEA I HAD ABOUT THEIR FRIENDSHIP there was more i kinda wanted to add cause it felt slightly off to me and I wasn’t going to post it, BUT HECK IT HAVE SOME BEST FRIENDS CONTENT HAPPY INTERNATIONAL FRIENDS DAY 
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Mei didn’t think all that highly of herself for a dragon.
Her parents had tried to instill some of that pride in her, a dragon descendant of oceans, she had a tall standing heritage to be proud of, but it mainly just resulted in her feeling inadequate. Like she could never quite reach as amazing as every other one of her ancestors, all dragons. Something about her felt different, felt wrong. Her family came from the ocean, but Mei felt like she was burning from the inside out some days.
She couldn’t seem to connect with her family the way her parents did, some sort of disconnect there that led her to seek connection elsewhere. She started a bit of a gaming channel, didn’t ever show her face, just mostly chatted, looking for some form of connection. She bought bikes, dismantled them, built new bikes with the parts, she stared at her creations and couldn’t bring herself to show her parents, instead keeping them hidden away, because something so important to her couldn’t possibly be important to the family.
They left her alone for the most part. They were more involved when she was younger, but once she became a legal adult, they did seem to withdraw a bit. She figured they just didn’t want to seem overbearing, but their absences just seemed to make things seem more impossible.
Mei would show them things, talk about her accomplishments quietly at dinner, voice getting meeker and milder once she said them out loud. A couple thousand followers compared to a couple thousand dedicated warriors didn’t seem like much. A few races won compared to hundreds of battles won didn’t feel worth sharing, so she mostly let them talk. If they asked she would just say she was filling her time. Sometimes it felt better to say nothing at all than to mention gaming or racing.
Compared to all of her family, sometimes Mei felt like nothing at all.
Then she met Mk.
He was… silly. A little odd at first. Nothing at all like the tall white and jade pillars of home, or the endless empty hallways. Mk was loud. He was animated. He was waving his hands about and filled every second like a firework, like he could like he didn’t have a moment left to lose.
It was a contagious sort of energy. Mei had always felt a little too energetic herself compared to her composed, poised parents, still and calm in their movements; hopping from foot to foot in place when she was excited compared to their subtle nods of their heads. But next to Mk it felt natural to bounce around a bit, talk loud, laugh louder.
He was a little jumpy at first. Something she wasn’t sure she wanted to look too far into considering what it might’ve been, but after an initial stiffness Mk relaxed into contact like a cat soaking up the warmth of the sun. Throwing an arm over his shoulder became almost as easily as breathing.
If Mei didn’t know any better, she’d say he was a little touch starved, leaning into every shoulder bump after he was more comfortable around her, seeking her out for a hug even when he wouldn’t outright hug her first until later.
She made sure to maybe hug a little more than she usually would, just because it seemed to make him smile and a little giddy, and soon that too felt just as natural, and she couldn’t help the breathless grin when he slammed into her to initiate a hug for the first time. And from then on, hugging him, holding his hand, bumping into him, felt natural.
As comfortable as she was around Mk, Mei still didn’t talk about herself all that much. After all, what was a new drifting turn trick in a race compared to turning into an actual dragon?
She did eventually let something slip.
“Wait, you're a gamer?”
Mei halted and stared at him like a deer in headlights.
Mk backtracked immediately. “I mean--I know you, like, game, like pshh, yeah obviously, we’re literally in the arcade right now. But I meant more like, gaming like, consols, VR, all that fancy stuff, and like, streaming it, you said you had a livestream--I mean you might not even be a gamer, that could have been a different kind of livestream, which in that case, this is kinda awkward and now I’m going to apologize for assuming--”
“No no,” she waved her hands a bit, then stopped and let them drop. “It’s… uh… yeah it’s a gaming channel.”
Then the enormously unexpected. “That’s so cool.”
It was?
Mei blinked. He knew she was a dragon and thought… gaming was still cool?
“How many followers do you have?” He was looking at her so excitedly, she couldn’t exactly not tell him, but it still felt weird to say it aloud.
“Uh, I dunno, like… 80k… I think? Last time I checked?”
Mk gaped at her.
“I mean it’s a big city,” she felt the need to add. She knew so many channels with millions of followers, her’s honestly wasn’t that big in comparison. “Lots of people watch streamers, so it’s not… like a super high number but--”
Then he was shaking her, hands on her shoulders and pulling her back and forth. “80k? Mei that’s so freaking cool, that’s so many followers--ohmegosh wait, what if I follow you already?”
“Cool?” Mei stammered out.
“Um yeah!” He said it like the most obvious thing in the world. He was pulling out his phone that had a Monkey King charm hanging from it and an art piece decorating the back of the case. “What’s your channel? I wanna see if I’ve watched you before.”
He had, as it turned out, been subscribed to her channel for around two years.
“Mei,” he whined, clinging to her arm.
“What,” she laughed for the twelfth time.
“Mei you don’t understand, you’re so good at video games. You’re so funny and clever, you’re so cool, how do I know such a cool person. How is this legal? How am I meant to survive?”
It made her laugh hard enough her face turned a little red.
“I’m not that cool,” she told him fondly as she got on her bike.
“YOU DRIVE A MOTORCYCLE?”
“Um…” she glanced down at her helmet, then back up at him. “Yes?”
He grabbed her face and bonked their foreheads together, squishing her cheeks. “Mei, I need you to be real with me for a second.”
“O-okay?” she managed to say, voice a little muffled by the way her face was being squished.
“I need you to tell me you didn’t build this.”
She blinked.
He stared directly into her eyes.
“Um…”
Then he was back to shaking her. “Mei. Mei you don’t understand, how are you this cool?”
“It’s just a bike--” she tried to say.
“Just the coolest looking bike I’ve ever seen,” Mk said, even louder.
“Okay, okay,” she laughed, pulling her face out of his hands. There was a heat to her cheeks and a warmth to core of her chest. She looked away. “Okay, so it’s kinda cool.”
“Extremely cool,” he corrected.
“Extremely cool,” Mei amended. “I actually did some repairs this morning after yesterday’s race--”
She stopped short at the look on his face.
“What?”
Mk put his hands together in a praying motion, pressed them against his mouth, crouched down next to her bike, one leg stretched out, leaning back on the other and looked up at her.
Mei leaned away from him a little, nervously laughing. “What?”
He inhaled.
“BOI--”
“So, let me see if I got this all right,” he said after the bike ride to Pigsy’s noodles. His hair was a mess after wearing her helmet all the way there, sticking up in every direction, some of it smooshed against his head in odd shapes, and his cheeks still flushed from whooping so loudly and screaming at sharp turns. Mei nodded along, stirring the ice in her soda bought from the vending machine down the street with her straw. “You’re a dragon.”
“Correct.”
“Like a literal descendant of the Dragon of the West, a direct descendant of the White Horse Dragon in Journey to the West…”
“Yup,” Mei said, ending the word with a pop and then leaning down a bit to sip from her soda.
“You have a million subscribers--”
“Not a million yet.”
“A million subscribers,” he said again, stressing the words and widening his eyes, as though daring her to argue, then sat back in his seat, waving his hand and gesturing to himself. “Of which, yours truly is proud to be one.” He slammed his hands down on the table. “Which is for good reason since you’re one of the best gamers out there--”
“I’m not even in the top hundred, Mk.”
“Only because every other streamer shows their face which adds to the experience of watching them game.” He aggressively slurped up some noodles before continuing.
“Not only that but you’re a freaking racer. You race a bike which you built yourself.”
Mei hummed around her straw, looking away tapping her fingers on her phone lightly, a heat to her face.
“And on top of all that you destroy arcade games like you’re going for a walk in the park.” He finally slumped back in his seat. “Did I get all that?”
Mei tapped her staw against the edge of her cup and slurped up the bits of soda from the bottom of the straw. “Yup.”
He went limp as a noodle and slumped all the way down, sliding until she could only see his hair, his knees bumping into hers.
“You’re so cool, Mei,” he whined. “Why are you so cool? I’m like… I deliver noodles.”
She laughed and lightly bumped her leg against his. “Hey, delivering noodles is cool.”
“You built yourself a motorcycle,” he hissed back.
She found herself grinning. “Okay, so it is… pretty cool.”
He popped back up just so he could slam his hands down on the table again. “Extremely cool.”
“Extremely cool,” she grinned wider.
And that… was kinda how things went.
Mei did a new trick on her bike? Mk was there across the street in the empty stands yelling about how cool it looked.
Mei beat own high score on an arcade game? He was right there jumping up and down.
When Mei hit a million subscribers she was racing to Mk’s apartment above the noodle shop in the middle of the night to tell him about it before she could even think about how a million subscribers was nothing next to a million subjects in a kingdom, and Mk opened the window with his Monkey King themed pajamas and was awake in seconds to squeal with her.
Her ancestry was still a massive thing to try and live up to, and something that was still immensely important to her. And although her accomplishments now seemed like nothing compared to their great feats… every dragon started somewhere. And right now, winning that race was a big feat, because it was her feat. Something she did.
Even if she wasn’t a full fledged dragon, Mk was right there next to her to remind her of just how amazing she was.
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Leave Before You Love Me
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Summary: Feeling bad for your boyfriend's attitude you go to apologize to someone who didn't deserve it.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gran Turismo characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Feeling bad for the heat that was thrown at Jack by your boyfriend Nicolas Capa, having gotten the okay to drive around in the shiny gold car as long as you were safe and back by a certain time to which you had agreed. Driving to the Nissan Academy which left you sitting on the hood of the car watching on as the gamers actually drove while you waited to see Jack the older man you often enjoyed talking to until he left to teach driving now but smiled and waved when you saw him then wrapped your arms around yourself seeing his taller frame walk up to you as you softly smiled at him and spoke sweetly "I wanted to come by and say sorry for Nicolas's temper tantrum, and maybe see if there was a way I could make it up to you somehow?". "I'll be honest sweetie, Nicolas's reaction was not surprising in the slightest. It actually had very little to do with you." Jack gave a small sigh. "And this whole incident is just a symptom of a bigger problem in that boy's life, so you shouldn't take it personally at all. As for making it up to me, I'm not sure why you're trying to do that. I'm an adult, and you should be focused on your own needs, not mine."
The older and somewhat greying Jack smiled as you approached him with the apology. "No need to apologize." He said with a shake of his head, "Wasn't your fault in the slightest." He then gave you a curious smile as you mentioned 'making it up' to him. "Oh?" Jack said, "What did you have in mind?" The twenty-something-year-old in front of him the forty-something-year-old as you bit down on your lower lip after nodding your head in understanding, knowing the recent dinner that was meant to celebrate turned sour all because of your driver boyfriend Nicolas didn't want to take him seriously or hear him out about things even if the background Jack had with driving "I know but it still wasn't okay what he did." You gave him a small smile as you shrugged innocently but tilted your head to the side as you met his eye "Well I was hoping you weren't too busy? Maybe go for a drive or something?".
Jack didn't know what to make of the odd proposal at first. A younger woman asking an older man out. You were attractive sure, and he was fairly confident in his own attractiveness. But such a large age gap was something he had never dealt with before. At the least, it was a unique offer. "Well…" Jack said after a moment. "…I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested." Although he did have things he needed to work on in the garage "Nah, the day's been pretty quiet," Jack replied with a shrug. He felt bad for you having to deal with that blow-up and it did sound like you wanted to get away from it for a bit. He decided a small distraction wouldn't hurt. "Yeah, let's go for a drive." the older man said as he gave you a reassuring smile, "Where do you want to go?". Smiling widely at his agreement as you stood up straight nodding your head believing he wasn't busy, motioning over to the passenger door as you got into the driver's side smiling to yourself before you started to drive figuring it wouldn't hurt to have some time away from everything and still make it up to him "Don't worry about it, I've got a place in mind" You spoke as you drove letting the music play in the background softly feeling happy he had agreed to join you.
Jack raised an eyebrow at your reaction. He had thought this was going to be just a short drive but you seemed to have bigger plans. The man shrugged. In response to your comment about having a place in mind, he simply nodded his agreement. He didn't much care really as he was sure wherever you picked would be fine. He settled back in the co-driver seat and looked out his window as you cruised through town. You drove to a more reclused area before you parked the car, which Nicolas used during races that Jack had recently stopped working with just to work with Nissan which you had been the only one to congratulate him on even if he wasn't all that excited to begin with, smiling over at him as different ideas filled your head of how to 'make it up to you' even if you didn't feel like you would go through with most of them since you were dating someone and you didn't think Jack looked at you the same way you had been looking at him since you met him.
Jack couldn't help but glance at you as you had parked up the car to have a chat with him and was now looking over at him with a smile. It was nice that you had offered to come by with an apology even though he felt it wasn't required. Your gaze then made him think and wonder what your plans for 'making it up to him' could be. It was probably nothing, but it didn't hurt to let his imagination run off for a little while, but he wouldn't want to ask directly as it might embarrass you. At first, Jack was wondering why you had parked so early. You both were still quite far away from the academy. Then he put two and two together. "You've got something up your sleeve, haven't you?" He asked his expression a mixture of amusement and curiosity. The man's voice was light and playful. He'd been around long enough to pick up the hints women dropped when they were attracted to him, and he got the feeling you were flirting with him at the moment. "I might." You admitted and smiled, with a touch of mischief on your face. A flirtatious look on your face. A mischievous smile spread across your face. "Yes, Jack, I've got something up my sleeve. What’s your guess? Tell me what you think, Jack. Then, I'll tell you what I have up my sleeve. You first." You giggled softly and looked at him with flirtatious eyes. The older man couldn't help but chuckle at the playful attitude. There was no doubt in his mind that you were flirting with him. Not only that, but you were enjoying it as well. He raised an eyebrow, trying to work out what you had in mind, "Alright, you really want me to guess?" He thought for a moment as you both sat in the car together. "Well, your boyfriend is away somewhere so you wanted to borrow the car he was using. But you also wanted to spend some time with me as well. Well, now, I'm only just starting to guess." Although with the tone of your voice and your body language, he thought he might have guessed already chancing it even if he was wrong. "You're gonna kiss me, aren't you?" He said with a smirk, as the older man leaned over towards you to give you an opportunity to make the first move.
"You got it, Jack." Your eyes gleamed with excitement and your smile only got broader as you nodded your head in response. You giggled and moved so that you were closer to him before tilting your head to the side. Reaching towards him slowly and brushed back his hair, admiring how soft it was to touch before taking him with your lips softly. You kissed him softly at first and after a moment, you added more passion to the kiss. It was all a game for both of you. A fun and playful game. Once Jack had guessed correctly, his reaction was to lean closer to you, putting a hand gently on your waist as he met you halfway for the kiss. It was a brief moment of closeness that you shared in the car but it was a pleasant surprise for the older man. Eventually drawing away from the kiss, he sighed, his face flushed at the moment's passion. "Someone's been waiting for that one". He teased. He tilted his head in the opposite direction, so his now free hand could play with your hair a bit as you kissed him back. As you both kissed again, he slowly slipped an arm around your waist. In between kisses, he asked, "You sure you wanna be doing this? I don't wanna be the cause of trouble with your boyfriend. You need to consider if you're really okay with this.".
"Of course, I'm okay with this." You replied as you pulled away with that same flirtatious smile and look, as you reached a hand up to caress his face. "I have been waiting for this to happen, for some time now." You giggled as you looked at him with your hands roaming around his body, his hair, his cheeks, his neck, his… You had wanted Jack so badly. "What about you? Do you still want to be doing this?" You were serious, playful, and flirtatious all at the same time. Despite the age gap, the man still felt like he was a teenager again. His heart raced as he met your sparkling eyes, the older man's hand now on your waist squeezing gently. He thought about your question for a moment. "Yeah I still want to, but you're gonna have to promise me one thing." He said, a mischievous smile on his face as he leaned over to kiss your neck before he spoke again, "You really mean it when you say you're okay with this. Yes, I certainly want to." Jack said with a nod, as he kissed you once again, "I'd be a liar if I said otherwise.". The man continued to brush through your hair a bit as the two of them kissed once more. "I just don't want to be the sort of guy to cause problems for you with your boyfriend." He reiterated as you roamed your hands across his body. Jack enjoyed the playfulness, but the other part of him felt slightly guilty. He couldn't have imagined Nicolas would approve of what he and you were doing.
Your hands started running down his torso. You smiled as you enjoyed and savored the moment with the older man you had been crushing on. "No worries, Jack." You whispered into his ears, your voice almost a whisper. "Nicolas does not have to know about this." You took his hands placing them on your soft thighs. "No one besides us has to know." Giggling and your eyes gleamed with excitement, your lips curled into a small cheeky smile as you waited for his reaction. As you spoke, Jack felt his face start to heat up as his hands began to run lightly along your smooth thighs, enjoying the texture. When you had finished speaking, all he did was nod in agreement. "You're right, no one has to know what we did." He said softly, as he continued his caresses around your thighs inching up higher, and began to lean in closer towards you as you both sat back in the driver and co-driver seat. His eyes were also filled with mischief and passion, as you both knew what was going to come next.
Placing your hands back onto his shoulders and pulled him even closer to you. The two of you shared a passion-filled kiss as you made more intimate contact. You wanted to enjoy this moment with Jack, knowing there only was such a limited time for this. And it would be wrong and unfair for your boyfriend, Nicolas, to ever know. But it didn't make you feel less guilty as you were having such an intimate moment with Jack, You giggled again, and a soft moan escaped your lips. You wanted him then and there, your eyes were gazing right into his. "Take me, Jack." Your words were filled with passion and excitement. The feeling of his touch and the moment you both were sharing was just perfect. As you pulled him in closer, your lips met once again in another passionate kiss. His hands kept running through the smooth skin on your thighs until he slipped his hands past your clothes and teasingly ran his fingers over your wet folds, as his mouth and tongue started to explore yours. A low chuckle escaped his lips as you moaned and begged for him. "As you wish, darling." He whispered back, as he lifted you up and carried you to the backseat. You now had all the privacy needed for this special moment.
You took a deep breath and smiled at him as he started grinding against you with a groan before undoing his pants. "I've just have to warn you of one thing, Jack." Your tone of voice changed again. "I love playing games, especially with a man as handsome and older as you." Another small, cheeky smile spread across your lips. "But this, right here, it's no game. I've been waiting for you for a while." A passionate and sexy look crossed your face as you moaned in the backseat, your eyes gazing into his. "Then I'm glad I could be that special someone for you, darling," Jack said with a small chuckle as he brushed your hair back out of your face. You didn't need to tell him twice that you were serious about this. He felt your stare, and it made his heart race a little in his chest. "I think you deserve some special attention right now." He added as his voice became a little more passionate, and he took your face in his hands and kissed you once again.
With his shirt off now, your hands started to caress his muscular chest, moving down further down his torso and down to his hips, squeezing his hips as you kissed passionately once again, your mouth devouring his, and your hands gripping at his body. As you moaned while he finished talking off your clothes, you softly whispered into his ears. "I want you, Jack." Your voice was filled with passion and excitement. Your movements were driven by your feelings for this older man and what you were feeling at this very moment. The way you were whispering to him and talking about wanting him had sent a tingly feeling through his body. It was almost like a rush of excitement, and it made it feel like time had stopped. Jack smiled through the kiss, knowing that he needed to take it to the next step. "I want you too." He whispered back, between kisses, as he slowly unbuttoned the top button of your shirt.
Your arms were still around his neck as you kissed, and you kissed back, with a hunger and excitement that you hadn't felt in a very long time. Your fingers ran down his chest exploring his body, and your senses were filled with the feeling of him. "You look… so sexy, Jack." You whispered seductively as you kissed him again. Your hands caressed his lean and built physique. The older man was in good shape and he knew it, but he found it was also lovely to see his younger counterpart's excitement and compliments about him. He continued the kisses back, moving his mouth back and forth between her lips and your neck and collar. "And you look… absolutely beautiful." He said before in between kisses, as he continued teasing you then slowly pushed his fingers inside of you with a groan. He moved his body closer to yours enjoying how wet you were over all this. You pressed yourself closer toward him and your bodies were as close to each other as possible. "Jack", you said with a soft moan, your face glowing with excitement. "I wanna show you," you whispered, your hands roaming up and down his back, exploring every inch of his body. "Just how much I want you." You bit on your lower lip and kissed him once more, passionately and with desire as you started moving your hips against his fingers with more moans on your lips. He held you closely as you kissed, holding you close to his body as your hands explored all aspects of him. His muscles were still firm but he had lost some mass since his racing career. You would feel the difference in how he was built compared to Nicolas. "Show me, darling." He whispered back once your lips parted. With his back pushed up against the seat, and his legs on either side of you, he was almost on top of you, his body pressed against yours. He'd pulled you closer by putting his arms back around you.
Moaning loudly and whispering, holding him close and caressing him as you slowly lose yourself in the moment of pleasure. Your body shuddered and trembled as you felt his fingers moving faster inside of you. "Don't hold back, Jack." You whispered seductively in his ear as you kissed his neck passionately leaving marks. "Make me yours." Your eyes sparkled as they met his as you looked him in the eyes with excitement, anticipation, and desire as the feeling of Jack's body was so different from the one Nicolas possessed, It had been a long time since you actually felt a man's touch at least one that cared, and the feeling was just divine and perfect. Jack was glad you were losing yourself to the moment. He didn't feel guilty anymore about his relationship with you, and your words were turning him on more and more. "Oh, I haven't been holding back from the start, darling. And I'm not going to start now." Jack whispered back as he curled his fingers. "You're mine." His other hand slipped up your chest before he started to explore your breasts as he toyed and pinched at your nipples.
Moans escaped your lips as your body shuddered from the touch of his hands exploring the deeper parts of your body. You could feel how excited your body was, as it trembled and shook with so much passion and excitement inside. There was no holding back, as you moved your head to the crook of his neck. "I'm yours. Only yours, Jack." You whispered seductively before your lips returned to his mouth once more. Your body shuddered with a loud moan. You clenched your teeth slightly as your hands gripped him tighter, you groaned softly as you slowly lost yourself to the feeling of pleasure, "Oh, Jack." You closed your eyes and you moaned his name loudly, as your back arched from the feeling and the sound of your voice moaning seemed to make Jack even more excited than before. You opened your legs wider to give him better access to your body and him to explore. Moans and groans escaped from Jack as he felt your pussy tighten around his thick fingers. Not the first he'd got, but it still made him shiver a bit. Your hand grip tightening around him as well as opening your legs for him, told him exactly what he wanted to know. And now he was finally able to bring you to your breaking point. "You've been a good girl." He spoke in a calm tone, as your back arched and you moaned. Feeling your body shake with excitement, gave him a rush of excitement that he had never felt before from a woman. He gave a low moan as he pulled his fingers out of you and slowly thrusted his hard leaking cock inside of you and watched as your body continued to shake and shiver from the feeling of pleasure you were getting. All thoughts left his head as he gave in to his own pleasure, pushing himself further into you as his hands gripped your hips with more force. "Ohn baby…" he said in a husky voice as he pushed further into you feeling how warm and tight around him.
All you could do was moan as you lost control of yourself as he started to pick up his pace. Your hands gripped and clawed his shoulders, as you moaned louder and louder. When he uttered your name, a loud moan left your mouth. A wave of pleasure rushed through your body, and a few seconds later you reached your peak as your eyes rolled back and your whole body seemed tensed up with pleasure for a few seconds. "Oh, God. Yes, Jack." He felt your grip around him becoming weaker as you came from your state of pleasure. The older man felt like he was on top of the world at that moment as he roughly moved his hips against yours groaning under his breath. No other pleasure in the world compared to what he got from you right at that moment. When you finally released and your grip around him weakened, the older man looked down and gently kissed the top of your hair as he slowed his hips down. "You have no idea how good that felt, darling… And I hope you enjoyed it too. You really are just as beautiful and sexy as I thought you were."
You were a little dizzy after cumming. You felt like a feather, light and playful as he kept thrusting slowly before closing his eyes with a low rough groan in your ear as he spilled his seed deep inside of you. At this moment you were happy and content. "Yes Jack, I enjoyed that", you said with your usual flirtatious smile as you kissed once again, with all the passion and excitement that had been building up inside you for a while. "I hope you don't mind that I was the one who took… things a little further. I knew what I wanted and I took it." Your eyes were almost glowing as you whispered in his ear. When you kissed him again, he could tell that there was definitely a different feeling in the kiss, a different dynamic. You may have taken things further, but you took them in a way where you took the lead, and it definitely turned him on. "Don't mind at all, darling. I think I like it when you take charge." He said with a sly smile, as his hands left your waist and went up to your cheek. "I'm glad you took what you wanted because now you're mine and I can take what I want too."
Your smile grew bigger upon hearing how much he liked you taking the lead. You wanted him to understand how much you enjoyed it, and seeing his smile grow bigger made you feel proud and powerful that you were able to make such a strong man like him your prey. As his hands left you, you grabbed them so you could pull yourself closer to him. "All yours, Jack." You looked deep into his tired eyes, with passion, fire, and love pouring from your own. "Whatever you want, Jack." You whispered seductively, your voice filled with lust. Jack's eyes looked deep into yours, staring right back at you. The moment felt like time had stopped, just the two of you, and as he laid on top of you, he felt a rush of power and dominance. He felt like a tiger in the room with his prey, and there was nothing that you could do to stop him. And yet, he felt an affection and a connection with you, that nothing he had ever experienced, or matched with anyone else.
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Upgraded Voices In My Head (Ch. 5: Michael makes an entrance)
Fandom: Be More Chill: The Musical Ships: Boyf riends and Squipemy Links to Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 Summary: Jeremy, for the most part, was okay with the effects of accidentally drinking Mountain Dew. Having an upgraded Squip that's no longer a complete douche-bag (okay, he was still a little shitty, but nothing too unbearable)? Cool. Squip playing matchmaker for him and his multiple crushes? Awesome. Falling in love with said Squip? Not exactly ideal.
Dropping down to the final step, Jeremy swiveled around to awkwardly lean against the soda-stained arm of a battered sofa (the Squip would have to convince him to dispose of that later), all while never taking his eyes off the rather uncomfortable advanced AI. He stared the boy down for a few moments in a (successful, if his host’s increased fidgeting was any indication) attempt at intimidation before shuddering, a wave of cold electricity running up his spine, and snapped back in hopes of distracting from his darkening cheeks, air sudden too hot and room too cramped (especially with the gremlin huddled in one of the couch’s corner and gripping the controller so hard his nails were digging into its plastic sides, music blaring from his oversized headphones so loud it was audible even from where they stood as glossed over eyes fixated themselves on crude low poly pixel art). 
“What?” He sneered, practically baring his fangs and catching the human off guard before he mentally scrambled for a reply that didn’t reveal how shamelessly he’d been checking the computer out.
“I, uh, I was just wondering why, um, why you’re human form still looks kinda like Keanu Re-oof!” Before Jeremy could finish, his guest ripped off his headphones, threw them on the woolen carpet, and tackled him in a warm hug, flinging them both into the sofa cushion and wiping the hostile interaction clean from the host’s mind. The Squip, eyeing the home intruder visitor cautiously, silently slipped behind the stairs as Jeremy reciprocated the hug, burying his face in his friend’s soft shoulder for a soft moment before beaming a warm smile at him. “Michael! Holy shit, it’s so good to see you, man. How come you’re home early?”
“Our flight back got cancelled so we took an early one home. The trip was still hella gnarly though. God, you woulda loved it, man! We’re taking you with us next time, I promi...whoooooa, wait...” Eerie silence pierced through enthusiasm to reveal concern as he finally took in Jeremy’s new apprentice in full. The gamer gently cupped his reddening face with one hand, gingerly thumbing over the fresh scar, along with a few stray acne bumps, on his cheek and brushing the soft curls dangling in front of his bandages out of the way. “Dude, what...happened?” Startled by the sudden intimacy, he bashfully turned to the side to avoid his friend’s intense stare and explained what led to the mess that was last night, taking particular care to leave out the face planting like a moron bit and being practically coddled by his dotting Squip before standing back up and bracing himself for Michael’s reaction.
“...Well,...yeah, but...you’re good now, right?” He pried, poking and prodding a now heavily flustered Jeremy’s face in search of any \ injuries he might’ve missed. “‘Cause I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if something serious happened just ‘cause I wasn’t here to, like, nag you about taking care of yourself n’ shit.”
Jeremy's eyes widened before they shifted to the floor, his hands beginning to fidget again (Squip would have to deal with that later). “Aw, c’mon, Micky, y-you know you don’t have to worry about me.” The jet lag from his wonky trip hours ensured that Michael did not have the time, nor the energy, to explain why that sentence took the prize for Biggest Understatement of the Decade. ”I’m totally fine! I mean, my head is givin’ me hell and I’m fucking starving, but, like, besides that Squip says I’ll be fine, so, uh, yeah.” He spat out, earning an overly drawn-out sigh of relief from his player 1 who slumped back into his seat.
“Oh, thank god!” Shoulders dropping, Michael leaned back against his friend and let out a sigh. “Man, you are so fucking lucky you’re not hurt for real, Jer. You pull a stunt like that again and I won’t hesitate, bi-wait did you say squip?” The other nodded casually before Michael shot him a curious look.
“Oh, right! Okay,..” He shot up out of his seat and swiftly grabbed Michael’s sleeve, ripping him up from the couch to reveal a stone-faced, cleanly dressed man that the player 1 could only describe as a stylish and almost threatening version of “chill” personified practically staring into his soul, while Jeremy hooked himself onto the man’s arm, vibrating with an almost childlike excitement. It vaguely reminded him of the joy that the player 2 radiated after finally asking Christine out or finding out about how to silence Squip's excessive internal nagging with a Mountain Dew red binge (the irony between that last example and the situation at hand did not escape Michael) “So! This is my-”
“Squip.” He interjected, extending an arm in search of a handshake while silently bracing himself to touch a most likely greasy and calloused hand. “Shorthand for super quantum unit Intel processor. You must be Michael. Truly a...” Closing his eyes and grimacing, he forced out his best, almost like the words stung. “...pleasure...to meet you, sir. Jeremy has told me many oh, for god sakes, why do you humans insist on throwing things at me today!?” The hologram groaned, bending over to pick up the thrown Xbox controller that had phased through him and place it back on top of its console while Jeremy ran to Michael’s side.
Failing to apprehend his friend due to his less-than-stellar strength (see: noodle arms), he opted for a more reason-based persuasion, muting the voice inside his head nagging on about how the emotion-driven best friend would probably just dismiss anything he said when dealing with something this serious.
“Dude, what the hell is your problem!?”
Micheal gave his friend a baffled look before pointing at the hologram. “That! That thing is the source of like...85% of all my problems.”
“I assume the other 15% stem from your raging idiocy, correct?”
Before Michael could bite back with a “Fuck off, you satanic tic tac!” or something equally unclever, Jeremy glared at his Squip before overprotective wrapping his arms around Michael, whose eyes widened at the sudden contact, and pulling him close, taking a half step back from the program. “Hey, cool it, dude! That’s, like, my favorite person you’re talking about.”
The Squip cringed at the young adult’s poor taste. “That’s your favorite person?” Clearly, he didn’t have much competition for the title.
...not that he wanted it, of course.
“Oh, yeah, uh, sorry about that. I swear, he’s usually not...” Jeremy studied the almost bloodthirsty look in the eyes of his kicking and screaming friend as he clawed frantically at the offending Intel processor. “...like this.” 
“I should hope not. Spending too much time around someone so...” The computer program circled around the calmer yet still scouring teen, combing over every inch of him with his electronic scanners. “...juvenile would hinder my objective.” 
“Suck a dick, asshole!”
The Squip only blinked. “I hope you know you’re only proving my point.”
“I hope you know you’re a defective piece of shit.”
A harsh, palpable silence fell over the room as Michael slumped into his player two’s arms in gradual exhaustion, and said player loosened his grip subtly and unwittingly leaned toward his Squip, his wide eyes frantically picking apart each pixel. Simulated breath hitching, the Squip froze for so long, Jeremy had time to toy with the idea that he might be glitching. The last time Jeremy saw him project glossy, shifting eyes, shaky hands, and a loss for words (God knows that thing never shut up) was during the glimpse he caught moments before passing out from the shock of The Play™. Back then it’d only been there as a last-ditch attempt to draw sympathy out of Jer in vain hopes of reactivation, but there was no reason for it now, considering the lack of real, high-stakes threat (Unless you counted Michael and, quite frankly, he knew the Squip was smart enough not to). The first time was a dull shock to Jeremy’s system.
The second only stirred up a vague sense of concern he was sure the Intel processor saw.
The Squip, of course, couldn’t have that.
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shortsighted-owl · 1 year
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Hey what about number 37 for the kissing prompt, if it sparks any imagination ?
Thank you! 😊
I am sorry this is so late, Thank you so much for the prompt - I hope you enjoy!
Link to this prompt on AO3
“You know, you’ll get square eyes if you keep playing on that thing all night, and with no lights on, Edmundo Diaz, for shame.” Buck tuts playfully as he enters the dimness of the living room, glancing at the drawn curtains and pulled-down shutters of the windows. 
Only the occasional bright flash from the fighting game on the TV illuminates Eddie’s profile, Chris’ blocky headset flattening his hair, where he sits on the floor reclined back against the softness of the couch. 
The older man huffs out a laugh as he pauses the game, swiping at the headphones to let them fall around his neck. 
Scattered around him lay scissors, various rolls of multi-coloured wrapping paper, and what appears to be a large tangled ball of badly stuck together tape. Squinting, Buck notices the shine of a few stray tape pieces dotting the front of Eddie’s forest-coloured henley, glinting like the tinsel covering the mantlepiece in the bright TV screen light.
A small mountain of neatly wrapped presents - corners folded to military precision - is stacked by the coffee table's end; yet still the two large bags Buck had dragged down from the loft that afternoon were not fully emptied of the gifts for Chris he and Eddie have been squirrelling away all year.
Wrapping: 1, Diaz: 0.
“I see the tape and paper won this round then.” Buck states, nodding at the victorious wrapping supplies. 
“I’m just lolling them into a false sense of security.” Eddie replies, going to push the ball of tape with a socked foot, only to think better of it, standing up just enough to fall comfortably back onto the couch proper. “I’ll be back for a second pass once I actually win a match.”
“Still trying to beat the Dog?” Buck asks, shuffling closer to the couch.
“Chris always plays him, I need to get better and show my son who's boss.” There’s a hint of pride in his voice, Buck notes. 
That his son is able to beat him at video games, able to teach him - or at least, able to sit and nag his dad over his terrible memory of the characters' many, many button combinations and their corresponding counters. 
Buck has woken up at any number of odd hours now to the brightness of Eddie's phone screen illuminating his boyfriend’s face, scrolling the game’s wiki as if Buck himself were on an info-binge.
“And to think less than two years ago you hid away the TV remote and the console because an AI recommended you a better coffee maker.” Buck teases gently, grinning as Eddie predictably rolls his eyes - like father, like near-teenage son. “Speaking of which.”
The mug in Bucks hands is well-loved, a small chip on its rim, its colours now washed out from years of use, and from it wafts the familiar scent of warm Christmas spices, coffee, and steamed milk. 
A deep appreciative sigh rumbles though Eddie as he drops the control into his lap, and takes the offered drink, a hint of canines glinting in the flickering menu screen light as he smiles at Buck before taking a long pull of the coffee.
Buck still loves the gentle fondness Eddie's eyes soften into when he gives him something; a kiss as he rises to consciousness each morning, a hug as he seeks comfort after a particularly gruelling shift, or in this moment, a perfectly made gingerbread latte with plenty of foam, just how Eddie likes it.
“Got to keep you awake and alert, you gamer.” Fondness colours every one of Buck’s words, and he watches Eddie's smile bloom, upturned corners of his mouth peaking past the rim of the mug.
The reply, when it comes, is heartfelt, and foam-moustached, as Eddie opens his eyes from where he had closed them in near-bliss.
“I love you” Eddie says to the inside of the coffee mug, the sound distorting as it escapes the caffeinated confines.
Buck waves a hand. “I know, I know.”
Cheekily, Eddie cocks a brow and tilts his head towards the kitchen. “I’m talking about Hildy.”
It’s Buck's own turn to roll his eyes at his boyfriend's response, the wise guy.
“Yeah, yeah, of course you are. I don’t see Hildy driving you to work or keeping you warm in bed.”
Eddie’s eyebrows tilt up, a thoughtful look on his face. “Who knows what the future brings Buck, who knows.”
Eddie goes for another mouthful, only to make the foam moustache even larger.
“You’ve got a little…” Buck gestures with a finger to his own lip, only to chuckle as Eddie misses the foam moustache completely. “Come here.”
A large hand comes to gently cradle Eddie's jaw, the pads of Buck’s fingers feeling the roughness of the day’s stubble. 
From here, Buck can see the depth of Eddie’s eyes, the beauty mark high on his cheek, and the great white and brown foam mess that coats his upper lip. 
Slowly, he leans in, ever watchful of Eddie as the other man's eyelids dip slightly, breath hitching slightly as they enter each other's orbit. 
It warms Buck that he has this effect on the other man, seeing Eddie relax even further.
Got’cha
Like lightning, Buck pounces.
He leans in and lets his tongue swipe the spiced foam from Eddie's lip before pressing a gentle kiss against coffee-warmed lips, feeling the small shocked gasp Eddie gives against his own.
“I don’t see Hildy doing that now, do you?” Buck retorts, grinning as he pulls back enough to watch the pink creeping over Eddie's cheeks, the flush at the tips of his ears as he can’t help but laugh at his boyfriend's antics. 
Settling down beside him, Buck opens one of the drawers under the coffee table, rummaging round before pulling out the spare controller.
“Because I love you too - ah ah no you said you loved Hildy, I can be the bigger man here. I will take pity and give you some pointers to try to beat Chris.”
Sitting up straighter, Eddie presses a few buttons on his controller, letting the game switch to 2 player mode, the room now bathed in the white light of the character selection screen.
“Oh so you think you can keep up with Chris? you’re better than me, huh Buckley?” Eddie says playfully, knocking a knee against Bucks, letting it stay there, a point of contact.
Buck just shoots him a side eye, bringing a finger up to the ear closest to Eddie. 
“Tell me, just what move does Dog do if you double tap X then press O, with a tap to the right analog stick again?” 
There’s a look of faux innocence in those baby blue eyes as Buck presses a button and feels the slight bzzz of the second controller as it rumbles to life in his hands.
Eddie feels his face scrunch up as he tries to wrack his brain for the answer. 
Chris has most definitely told him before, in that slightly condescending teenage tone that Eddie knows hides his joy that his own dad is asking him for help. 
Spinning bite? No, no, that's only one press of the X button then the O… maybe it was…
Beside him, Buck chuckles, gently rocking his shoulder into Eddie’s, before selecting his hero, a knight holding a sword and shield aloft.
“Winner makes the next round of coffee and wraps the remaining presents?” Buck suggests, eyes focused on the screen, settling into the cushions, ready to start.
They are always like this; pushing each other that little further, faster, higher - be it at work or at play. 
And Buck knows they both love it.
Eddie just smiles, disconnects the headphones so they are now listening to the upbeat music of the game through the TV filling the living room.
“It’s on.”
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sp4rrowdoll · 11 months
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Then, as common courtesy, they raw dog each other to take out the frustration and anger. Trust me , I’m a certified gamer.
Anon I am respectfully dipping you and then kissing you on the mouth. Yes this, exactly this, and this followup also inspired me so much that I got possessed and then wrote a whole fic for you--bon appetite!
Consolation Prize
m!Robin/m!Kylar (f!reader offscreen); read on ao3 here
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Robin asks as he follows Kylar down Danube. 
He usually tries to stay away from this part of town—the nicer part—and shivers crawl up his spine as he watches the bland same-facaded mansions pass them. Kylar seems at ease here, or at least as relaxed as he ever gets—which is not much. Kylar is a lump of a guy wrapped in several layers of raw, chihuahua-esque aggression, and Robin has no idea how you put up with him. In all his fantasies of the little house the two of you would have once you finally escape this shitty town, he did not peg the dog the two of you would own as a chihuahua. But apparently you're enough of a chihuahua person to enjoy spending time with Kylar, so go figure.
Robin wouldn’t say he hates chihuahuas, but he’d never pictured himself as ‘a chihuahua guy’. But then he did agree to come all the way out here with Kylar, so what does he know?
Kylar kicks at a rock in the road, and then crosses the street. Robin follows, and tries not to feel like he’s making a huge mistake. The house they’ve stopped in front of is large, larger than the orphanage, the temple—it’s even larger than the school, which is the only large building Robin spends any time in. He shivers. The house even has a front garden, hidden behind a high wall and iron-barred gate. It’s like something out of the rom-coms he watches with you.
He hisses quietly in disbelief as Kylar stops right in front of the heavy padlocked gate.
“Man, what the fuck—I agreed to game with you, not break into someone’s house!”
Kylar turns and stares at him with those unnerving green eyes, and Robin shivers again. Then Kylar pulls a silver key out of his sweatshirt-sleeve and leans forward to lift the padlock. “I live here, idiot.”
He mutters something to himself as he slots the key into the lock, but Robin can’t quite make it out over the utter shock that’s filled him. It might have your name in it, but it also might not—he can’t tell.
Kylar lives here—and yet still gets treated like a freak at school. It makes absolutely no sense. Kylar’s shoulders are still hunched up beneath his sweatshirt as he swings the gate open and begins to make his way up the path. Robin’s grip tightens on the messenger bag he carries his games in, and he swallows. His pace is slow as he follows after Kylar—it feels like at any moment some servant with a posh accent is going to leap out of the bushes at him and tell him he’s not supposed to be there.
The inside of the house is just as glamorous and perfect as the outside, and Robin winces as Kylar’s dirty sneakers scuff across the perfect polished floors. He tries to limit himself to walking precisely in Kylar’s footsteps, breathing as little as possible—he doesn’t want to leave a single mark of his presence here, because the fact that he’s here at all feels—so wrong.
The feeling of wrongness drops away immediately once they’re inside Kylar��s bedroom. Robin wouldn’t call himself fastidious, but Bailey demands a certain level of cleanliness—and this room was the poster child for everything Bailey wouldn’t tolerate. He takes in the black walls and closed curtains, piles of dirty laundry, emo decor, and strange pungent smell, and winces. The only clean surface in the room is the bed, with clean, crisply folded sheets, and Kylar waves a hand at it.
“Sit.” He digs into the avalanche of clothes in front of the tv screen and entertainment cabinet across from the bed, and pulls out a second controller. “So we’re going with the terms we agreed on before, right? Winner gets to fuck—” Robin squawks indignantly—that wasnt the language they’d used before—Kylar rolls his eyes and continues, “fine, ‘sleep with,’ her tonight. I still don’t know why you’re objecting to it, we both know what we want to do to her.”
Robin sniffs. “It’s the principle of the thing. Also that word gets tossed around a lot when it comes to her—I don’t think she’d like it if we were doing the same thing.”
Kylar snarls something under his breath, and Robin suddenly feels like he made a mistake actually following through with this. It’d be so easy to hide a body in a house this large.
“Fine. Let’s get going—we only have another two hours before she’s done with her shift, and if neither of us are where she expects us to be, she’ll probably get suspicious.”
“Right. Yeah. I still think it’s creepy as fuck that you’ve memorized when all of her shifts end, but what do I know?” Robin remembers something, “Oh, and also the loser fucks the winner.”
Kylar looks up from plugging in the new controller. “What the fuck?”
Robin shrugs. He and Kylar didn’t share the same swim class, but he’s heard a few things and—sue him, he’s curious. Also he wants to know what you see in him, since the guy looks like he’s dirty enough to invent a new disease every week—and also he’s never been with a guy, and he’s pretty sure the last time you slept over in his room you muttered something about wanting a threesome, so really this seemed like a good idea all around. Testing the waters, so to speak.
Kylar blinks. “Fine.” He scratches his head. “I guess. I just don’t understand why—”
Robin interrupts, tangling his fingers together awkwardly. This whole mess was so fucking awkward. “I figured it would help, um, relieve tension. So whoever loses at least isn’t also...frustrated too.”
“It’s not—not a terrible idea,” Kylar finally allows after a moment of silence. Then he chucks the controller at Robin, and Robin winces at the sting when it smacks into the hand he raised to protect his face.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
The game doesn’t last long. Robin kicks Kylar’s ass in every conceivable way—Kylar’s decent, but he’s not good, and Robin is the best. After the first game, Kylar demands a rematch, and Robin shrugs. He beats Kylar a second time. Then a third. After the fourth, it’s just embarrassing, and Robin begins to glance at Kylar out of the corner of his eye. Kylar’s face is creased in concentration, and it’s gained an angry red flush. Sweat is beading along his brow, and sticking his messy bangs to his face. 
Robin decides to be magnanimous and calls it there.
Kylar is practically snorting with rage, like a cartoon bull, and Robin winces. After the first game, he’d actually been trying to take it easy on the guy—and it didn’t help at all. Robin sets the controller down, and offers his hand.
“Hey, good game—” He’s cut off by Kylar’s hand grabbing at his hair, and what he thinks is a kiss. There are a lot of teeth involved. Granted, he’s not had much experience with kisses beyond yours, so maybe this is a normal amount of teeth. Then his lip starts to bleed, and he finally manages to wrest himself away.
“What are you—” Kylar interrupts him again, but this time with actual words.
“I want my prize.” His hands are scrabbling at Robin’s shirt, and Robin begins to unbutton it as quickly as he can—he can’t exactly afford to replace it right now, and Kylar’s angry enough that he might rip it into tiny pieces. Kylar backs away, and pulls his hoodie off. He’s somehow more pale than Robin, which is mildly impressive—though Robin does try to spend at least some time outside in the orphanage gardens every few days. Then Kylar starts unbuckling his pants, and Robin stops.
He can’t tell whether he’s terrified or fascinated.
He didn’t know that anyone could have a dick that big.
“What—jealous?” Kylar grins, partially mollified by Robin’s reaction to his nakedness, as he tosses his pants towards the pile of clothes in the corner. Robin’s mouth is dry, and he’s suddenly, selfishly, wishing that he hadn’t lost because at least you have practice with the monster between Kylar’s legs. The only person Robin’s ever bottomed for is you—and your strap was roughly half the size of the—fucking—thing that Kylar calls a penis. None of the porn he’s watched or read has prepared him for seeing a real dick that size.
“Jealous?” Robin whispers, horrified and transfixed by the sheer size of Kylar’s cock. Then he remembers that you’ve actually had sex with…that. “No! Dude have you—how does she—haven’t you realized you could seriously hurt her with a dick like that!” Kylar stops and frowns. 
“No? I couldn’t?” 
Robin looks up to meet Kylar’s eyes again, incredulous. “No? You couldn’t? Look, buddy, I’ve seen a lot—the orphanage sucks—and you most definitely could hurt her with that thing.” He rubs his hands across his face. “It’s practically designed to cause tearing and prolapse in whatever hole you stick it in.”
Neither of them say anything for a moment, and Kylar regards his cock like he’s seeing it for the first time. Robin squints at Kylar, a horrible suspicion dawning on him. “Please tell me you pay attention in science class.”
Kylar scoffs, but it sounds like he’s trying to hide slow-dawning horror beneath the cocky jackass exterior and scoff that sounds like he borrowed it from Whitney. “Of course I do. It’s the same talk every time anyway—condoms, pregnancy, STDs, whatever—”
“Oh fuck,” Robin mutters in despair, his face firmly planted in his hands. Why had he even added the stupid consolation prize in the first place. “Do you at least have lube?”
Kylar nods. “Yeah.” He pulls out a plastic bin from beneath his bed. “What kind do you want?” Of course Kylar’s the kind of freak to have a bin full of different kinds of lube under his bed. Robin paused, and reconsidered. Kylar’s the kind of freak to need a bin full of different kinds of lube under his bed. Holy fucking shit. His hands tremble as he goes back to unbuttoning his pants.
“Robin. What lube?”
“Uh.” He wants a shot of novacaine, but that’s probably not a good idea. “Whatever you’ve got.”
Kylar mutters something again, extracts a bottle, and then shoves the bin back into the festering dusty darkness beneath his bed.
Robin knows that he’s a coward, but he at least tries to keep his promises. And he’d promised to let Kylar fuck him so—his own cock twitches. At least it seems like he’s going to be into it, so at least there’s that. He shoves his pants and underwear down around his ankles, and then steps out of them. He leaves his socks on—he doesn’t really want his bare feet in contact with Kylar’s bedroom floor if he can help it, and it seems like the guy doesn’t care about his feet one way or the other.
He scoots up the bed to leave space for Kylar between his legs, and debates asking Kylar to be gentle. It probably wouldn’t do anything, so he bites down on his pathetic request before it can leave his lips. He slips a hand around his own, average-sized cock, and runs a thumb over the head, then shudders. If this is going to happen, and it is—Kylar’s expression has transcended ‘threat’ and entered ‘promise’—he might as well enjoy it.
Kylar grabs him by the ankle and flips him over, dragging Robin’s cock against the rough bedspread. He bites his split lip, and the iron tang of blood on his tongue helps ground him. This is really happening. He’s getting fucked by Kylar’s monster cock in Kylar’s nasty bedroom, because he didn’t think things through and is unfortunately gifted at video games. He closes his eyes and imagines your hand in his hair, as Kylar shoves his legs further apart.
He can’t help wishing you were here—you’d be soft and encouraging and—shit! The lube is cold! Fuck! All of his muscles go tense as Kylar just squirts lube directly onto his asshole. Then the idiot begins to rub it around the rim, like it’s lotion.
“Let me—” he grabs Kylar’s hand before he does anything else. “I hope you’ve never done anal with her, because uh—that’s not how you do this.” With a technique like that, you’ve probably never done anything close to anal with Kylar, on either giving or receiving end. Which shouldn’t send a warm flutter through Robin's chest, but it does, because it means that you only peg him. It’s something special just for the two of you, something he can cling to even if he loses the next time he and Kylar have a competition like this, and he has to listen to you fuck through the thin walls of the orphanage. Again.
Robin fingers himself open and loose like that, caught in the memory of your gentle hands and the snapping rhythm of your strap as he bit the pillow and tried not to wake anyone up with his moaning. Once he’s loose enough, he returns to the heavy sound of Kylar breathing, propped up over his shoulder, dark hair pooling on Robin’s back.
“Right,” he says, resigned. “That should do it.”
The tip of Kylar’s dick replaces his fingers, and Robin does his level best to forget everything that comes next. Mostly because the hitched moan he makes as Kylar slowly slides into him is embarrassing and hot, and if he remembers it, he might need to jack off in the shower later, and maybe he’ll start to think you were right to want a threesome, and actively start trying to plan it, and—maybe that wouldn’t be that bad.
He manages to stave off orgasm as Kylar’s hips work against his ass, flexing and drawing that huge cock over his prostate again and again and again, but it’s a very near thing. Kylar seems almost annoyed as he cums, and Robin sighs with relief and goes boneless against the bedspread, which has given him rugburn all across his chest. He really hopes Kylar doesn’t have this blanket out when you fuck him, because it stings like hell.
“Same time next week?” Kylar asks as he pulls out, cum oozing out of Robin’s poor abused asshole.
“Yeah, sure,” Robin wheezes. “Sounds good I guess.”
Time to try and get up. Robin groans, and pushes himself off the bed. His legs hurt—everything from his ankles up. Calves, knees, thighs—fuck, his thighs—ass. Both gluteus maximus and minimus, because he pays attention in science class, unlike Kylar. His arms collapse underneath him, and he decides to try rolling over instead. Kylar is just watching him, looking amused.
Robin squints in suspicion at Kylar’s satisfied expression.
“Did you just try and fuck me so hard that I can’t take advantage of my win?”
“Oh, fuck you!” he snarls, as he tries to get up again, and collapses like a newborn fawn. The door to Kylar’s room looks so far away—and then he realizes how far he has to walk to get back home, and dies a little bit inside. He’s going to need to ask for help so you don’t get suspicious.
“Other way around,” Kylar grins, and Robin grabs a pillow, shoves his face into it, and screams.
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chapter summary: bestie sleepover funtime :)
a/n: sooo sorry for the lack of updates over the past couple weeks, if you follow me you'll know i've been going through it, i got let go of at work bc of downsizing and then i immediately had to move so i've been super stressed but things have calmed down, ps, to everyone who's said any kind words to me or just chatted with me to distract me, ily all xo
thanks as always to @junosjukebox for beta reading
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The entire drive to Bosco’s apartment, Daya felt the wave of unease in the pit of her stomach envelope her as she focused on breathing. In order to bide herself some more time, she took the route to their apartment that added on an extra ten minutes. 
As she continued driving, Daya barely paid attention to the road, driving with her knees as she started to give herself a pep talk. 
Not that it worked last time. 
Okay, okay, okay. God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers, or some shit. Sleeping with them is the worst thing I could do right now. Bestie era. That’s it. Just besties. Besties who don’t sleep together. 
She nodded to herself as she turned up her music.
Willow and Bosco are besties who have slept together. Willow and Angie too. Sometimes besties sleep together. 
She forced the thought from her head, knowing damn well it was not the same, not even close. 
It was then Daya realized she’d missed her turn. 
“God fucking—” 
After an extra 15 minutes, Daya finally arrived at Bosco's apartment complex. Since she was already late, she took her sweet time sitting in her car, reaching for her pen in her glove box, taking a few hits in quick succession before making her way to their door. 
She paused for a moment before knocking. 
Less than an hour ago, they were having an incredible time. 
Why was she so stressed
“Come in!” 
She could do this. 
“Where are you?” Daya called once she was inside. 
“I’m in the bathroom.”
“Go piss girl!”
“I’m getting out of the shower.”
Daya sat on the couch, stretching her legs. 
“What took you so long?” Bosco asked, standing behind the couch. “I beat you by like twenty minutes.” 
“I missed the first turn, so I had to take the long way. And then, when I made it to the exit, my dumbass drove past it on accident,” Daya lied, looking at them, wondering how someone could look so attractive with wet hair and a ripped t-shirt. 
They jumped onto the couch at the end of Daya’s feet from behind the couch. “You’re just meant to be a passenger seat princess, aren’t you?” 
“Something like that. Thanks for letting me stay over. I really don't need to hear my roommate call whatever fluffy haired gamer boy she found 'Daddy' all night.”
"Not 'Daddy.'"
"Yup. Always." Daya checked her watch. “It’s three in the morning, and I’m still awake.” 
“Same.” 
They sat in silence, the tension ringing through the air just as it had earlier. 
“How are the horses?” 
“What? Oh. They’re good.”
“Good.” 
“Yeah.” 
It was as though Daya and Bosco suddenly didn’t know how to interact socially with one another. How were they fine literally less than an hour ago? 
Daya decided to take a different approach. “I have a question, and it’s the most important question I’ve ever asked you.”
“Oh?” 
“If you had to have fucked any of the clowns on that street, which one would you choose?” 
Bosco laughed. “The one that scared me, because I feel like that would be very much an enemies to lovers situation.” 
“God, the tension, how did you handle it?” 
She looked away, realizing the duality of her words. 
“There was a lot of tension tonight…” 
“What do you mean?” Daya asked, deciding that playing stupid was the best option to change the subject. 
“Between me and the clowns.” She was lying, clearly. “And between you and the man you screamed at in Drive.” 
“Listen, he was looking out for my best interest by telling me to run.” 
“What a man, truly.”
“He’s done more for me than most cishet men, to be honest.” 
“Even more than the simps at Twin Peaks?” 
“Damn, you’re right. I can get brutally cannibalized as long as I get my coin, I guess.” 
Once again, the room fell silent, but this time Daya didn’t mind. It felt nice and comforting as she smelled the incense burning in the corner of the room. 
“Tell me about your life right now,” Bosco said after a few moments. 
“Wait, what do you mean?” 
“All I know is that you look like a Hot Topic manager and smoked cloves and that we like to sleep together. As your new found bestie, I want to know more about you. How’s life? What are you up to outside of all of this?” 
“Okay… I’ve actually been looking for jobs. You’d think with my Masters—“
“Woman in STEM.” 
“Very that. But, that’s the unfortunate part. The blatant fucking sexism. I actually got a job offer from my internship, but my ass got grabbed a few times for my liking. I went on an interview for this other job, but the man couldn’t stop staring at my tits, mind you, there was not an ounce of cleavage being shown, and called me ‘sweetheart’ the entire interview.”
“Oh, fuck that.” 
“Yup. So rather than making big girl job money, I’m getting paid just above minimum wage to scream at people.” 
“Shit, that sucks. I’m sorry, Daya.” 
“It is what it is. It comes with the territory. Women in STEM, remember?” 
“Doesn’t make it okay.”
“It is what it is. Your turn. But I have a different question. Tell me what’s on your mind. Or tell me a secret. You pick.” 
“That’s not a question.”
“You know what I mean.” 
“I often feel like I don’t deserve good things, so I purposely sabotage things that could be good for me.” They paused. “Where the fuck did that come from? Forget I said that. A secret? I have a stick and poke tattoo on my foot I did that says ‘slut.’”
“We’ll revisit that second part. Why do you think that?” 
“No, don’t worry about it. I didn’t mean to trauma dump—” 
“Besties help each other when they’re going through it.” 
“Fine.”
“What makes you think that?” 
“I don’t know. Some deep rooted trauma? Who knows.” 
“What all have you sabotaged?” 
“Almost every single one of my interpersonal relationships.” 
Silence lingered in the air. 
“Is that why… you and Jasmine at the party? Or was it something else? What exactly…?”
“Partially. I don’t know. I was so fucked up, I don’t think I had a single clear thought in my head. Maybe deep down I was. Either way, I’m never gonna forgive myself for it.” 
“But I forgive you, which is what matters at the end of the day, right?” 
“You really shouldn’t.” 
“What we’re not gonna do is talk like that. You made a mistake, alcohol was mixed in, emotions were high. We both reacted poorly.”
Bosco managed a small smile. “I don’t deserve you bestie.” 
“So about that tattoo on your foot…?” 
She held her ankle, turning her foot. “See it? It’s almost gone, but it’s there.” 
“What possessed you to decide to do that? Like what made you think, ‘I should tattoo the word ‘slut’ on the bottom of my foot?’” 
“Teenage rebellion?”
“And why the word ‘slut?’”
“Manifestation.” 
“Clearly it worked.” 
“You bitch.” They elbowed her softly. 
“Childish bitch,” Daya said.
They sat staring into each other's eyes, inching forward before Daya looked away and smiled slightly. 
“We don’t wanna go there. Not now, at least.” 
“Yeah,” their tone was disappointed. “Sorry. That wasn’t very Bestie Era of me.”
“Stop apologizing for doing things under any other circumstance I’d reciprocate.” 
Bosco raised an eyebrow and shifted. “Really?” 
No. No. Nope. Stop. Abort  
“Fuck. Never mind. Forget I said anything,” Daya managed, feeling her face flush as she avoided looking them in the eye.
“So, what were you like in undergrad? Still smoking under the bleachers?”
“No, I ditched those after high school. I enjoyed partying at the frat houses. That’s how me and Camden hooked up.” 
“God, you fucked Camden.” 
“I fucked Camden.” 
“Was it… good?” 
“It was fine, I’ve had better and I’ve had worse.” 
“So, STEM, volleyball, partying, fucking British redheads. Got it.” 
“Undergrad summed up in a sentence. You?”
“I was a fucking nerd and focused on school like now. Other than that, I also went to a good amount of parties too, mainly for attention more than anything.”
“I am not at all surprised.”
“Daya, tell me a secret.”
“Oh, fuck. Let me think of one… I did more than just volleyball in high school. I was a theatre kid.” 
Bosco gasped. “You were the annoying kids who wouldn’t shut up at the diner?” 
“No! I told them all to shut the fuck up.”
“Okay, good. Somehow I hung out with a bunch of the theatre kids.
“Your turn. Tell me a secret.” 
“I feel like I have some shit from the burlesque era…” Their eyes widened. “Oh, fuck.”
“What?” 
“I told one of my friends I’d stone this set that she’s borrowing from me... I barely did any of it. She’s picking it up the day after tomorrow, and I have shit to take care of tomorrow night.” 
“I can help you with that.”
“You sure?” 
“Yeah, absolutely. Crystal and I made costumes for shit for years. Wait, you never told me a secret.” 
“A secret? Well, shit it’s gotta be good.” 
“It better be.”
“Fine. I fucked my organic chemistry professor in undergrad.”
Daya gasped. “You did not.” 
“Listen, I needed a B to pass, and I wasn’t passing, so I did what I had to do. I wasn’t gonna fail a weed out class. I refused. I did what I had to do,” Bosco said solemnly. 
“Was she hot in like the Van Halen music video?” 
“She was a nice lady… Actually, no, I can’t even say that. She was so mean. She  also kind of looked like Steve Buscemi in drag. But, like I said. I did what I had to do.” 
“I can respect that.”
“What grade did you get?”
“A 82 percent. I was holding at a 58 percent. Worst I’ve ever done in a class before. Wait…”
“Hmm?” 
“My secret was way juicier than yours was. Being a theatre kid and fucking Mrs. Steve Buscemi do not feel even.”
“Okay fine…” Daya trailed off. “Let me think of one. Not knowing the difference between ‘affect’ and ‘effect’ isn’t good enough.”
“Nope, because neither do I.” 
“Figured. That it didn’t count. Not that you didn’t know. Oh, going back to volleyball, by the time I was a senior, I hooked up with twelve different girls, most of which had boyfriends and claimed to be straight.”
Bosco gasped, before holding out her hand for a high five. As Daya reciprocated she said, “Not that I didn’t respect you before, but goddamn. I never expected you to be able to pull so hard.” 
She shrugged. “I honestly did nothing. They all came to me.”
“It’s the massive dyke energy. There was no question in my mind that you weren’t straight that night at the bar.” 
“Thank you. I take pride in being such a massive dyke.”  Daya yawned. “I’m tired.” 
“Me, too. Take the bed.” 
“What? No. The couch is fine.” 
“Seriously, just take it. It's very comfortable.” 
“No, it’s fine.” 
“Take the bed, or I’ll carry you into my bedroom and lock the door.”
“Somehow that feels kinky.” Daya covered her mouth with her hand. “Fuck.” 
“Now you have to take the bed.” 
Daya rolled her eyes. “Fine.” 
Bosco pulled her into a hug. “Thanks for letting me be vulnerable.” 
“Anytime, friend.” 
“The top dresser drawer will have something you can sleep in.” 
“Got it.” 
“Night, bestie.”
“Night, friend,” Daya said, shutting the bedroom door.
She took the first shirt she saw, a faded, torn gray shirt with the name of the school Bosco did undergrad. She inhaled, smelling her perfume, realizing she now associated the smell with sex.
Fuck. 
As Daya sat on the bed, she frowned, noticing that her phone was about to die. 
Hey friend do u have a phone charger i can use
Yeah, nightstand drawer I think the top one. Maybe the bottom one idk 
The top drawer didn’t have a phone charger. Instead, it had a bottle of lube, nipple clamps, and other things Daya wasn’t quite sure were used for. 
Daya gasped sharply, slamming the drawer shut. Part of her wondered if they directed her to that drawer on purpose, once she realized that part of the charger was sticking out of the bottom drawer just as Bosco had sent her another text.
WAIT FUCK. BOTTOM DRAWER don’t worry about the top drawer 
….too late 
Her thumb lingered over the send button before she erased the message.
I saw the charger sticking out of the bottom drawer. What do you have in there? Human body parts? 
You caught me. Night friend
The next morning, Daya woke up, proud of herself for ending the night fully clothed. Admittedly, she wished that she wasn’t in Bosco’s bed by herself. 
She saw that she had a text from her about an hour ago. 
Hi best friend. I made breakfast. Its not like kerri colby caliber levels but it’s something
Ok housewife omw
Daya stretched before leaving the bedroom, seeing Bosco scrolling on their phone from the couch. 
“You made me breakfast?” Daya called. “Bestie, you’re too good to me.” 
“It’s really cute you think that I did it for you specifically. But I’ve been procrastinating school shit so I decided that making French toast would be a better use of my time, despite the fact that I don’t think I've ever made French toast before. There’s a plate on the counter. How did you sleep?”
“You’re right, your bed is very comfortable.” She took the plate and took the spot on the couch next to them. “Thanks for making me not go home last night.” 
“Anytime. Also, if it eases your mind at all, I ate some of the French toast, and it didn’t kill me.”
“Damn. I was hoping it’d cause me to drop dead,” Daya muttered before taking some on a fork. “Damn, bestie. I didn’t know you could cook.”
“I usually don’t.” 
“You know what? If you really wanted to, you could forgo this whole woman in STEM professional horse girl shit and be a housewife.” 
“I could totally be a trophy wife and be taken care of forever.”
“You could!”
“Cooking and cleaning all day, I really can’t think of anything I’d want less, actually. Scratch that. I can make my own money and take care of myself.” 
“Damn. You could even have your own cute little trophy wife.”
Bosco shook her head. “I don’t need a trophy wife.”
“No, you don’t.” 
“I do need to stone that costume. Were you still down to help?” 
Daya nodded. 
“I owe you my life.” They pulled the coffee table closer to the couch before turning toward their bedroom before returning with several pieces of powder blue fabric. “The corset is almost done, so at least there’s that. You said you’ve stoned stuff before?” 
“Yeah, plenty of times.”
“Thank God.” Bosco returned, handing Daya the corset as they began gathering the glue and stones. 
Daya held the corset in front of her. “How many fits do you have that are like this?” 
“A lot. Like, a lot, too many honestly. My favorite is the one in the pictures hanging on the wall.”
“It fits you very well,” Daya managed, looking at the photos on the wall. 
“Thanks. You’d look good in something like this. You’d look good in light blue.” 
“Pastels look horrible on me.” She laid the corset flat before continuing the row of stones that had been started. 
“I don’t believe you.”
“Either way, if I’m half naked I prefer to look like either a video vixen in an 80s hair metal video, or the prettiest girl in the trailer park, or both at the same time.”
“I have no idea what you mean by the second part. You’ll have to show me sometime,” they said, not looking up. 
“Think about the embodiment of dad rock as a random bimbo at the bar, she drinks PBR and tries to dance on the bar but then gets kicked out.” 
She looked up. “That’s a nice visual. I’m not gonna stop thinking about that all day, full disclosure. Not that I’m really complaining.” 
Daya couldn’t help but smile. It was about time that she be flustered instead. 
“I’m flattered, bestie.” 
“For sure, best friend.” 
They worked in silence, knowing damn well she was stealing glances, not that she had much to say. She was doing the same. 
Momentarily, they locked eyes before they looked away. 
“What do you have this later tonight?” 
“I have to fit every possible errand tonight. A lot. What about you? Jersey Shore reruns?” 
“I didn’t come here to be attacked. Just for that, now I’m gonna watch something else.” 
“You are so stubborn.” 
“Okay, and?” 
“And nothing. I like it.” 
“Hmm.” 
“Hmm what?” 
“No one’s ever said that.” Daya mused. “Usually people hate that, and they always make sure they tell me.” 
“Stubborn isn’t correct, actually, cause that means that it’s bad. It’s not. You’re headstrong.”
“I guess that’s one way to put it. It’s compensating for the lack of confidence, to be honest. Fake it til you make it or whatever. I admire that about you. Your confidence, I mean.” 
“Is it confidence or is it delusion?” 
“Either way, like I said, I really do admire that about you.” 
“Thanks. I like that you said confidence not arrogance.” 
“Again, is a little arrogance a bad thing? I don’t think it is.” 
They looked up and smiled at her, their gaze lingering long after Daya looked down at the garment. 
“Not us encouraging what people find our red flags to be,” they said when she looked up. 
“I'd call them beige flags. Besides, arrogant and delusional or not, your ability to pull is impressive.” 
“Okay, Miss I Hooked Up With the Entire Volleyball Team.”
“That was the only time I’ve ever been able to pull, like ever. You on the other hand, damn, bestie."
“Well, if you flirt with enough pretty girls, one will eventually be down. It worked with you.”
“Like it was so hard for you.” 
“Daya, you terrified me.” 
“What?” 
“You said you aren’t confident. Your energy begs to differ. When I saw you at the bar, I almost didn’t say anything.”
“Well, I’m glad you did. By the way, we need to have a rematch at that fucking dartboard.” 
“You’re on.” Daya hit the glue against the table a few times. “I’m out.” 
“Here.” They passed another tube of glue, their hand lingering on top of hers as they looked into each other's eyes.
“Thanks,” she said, not looking away. 
“You’re welcome,” they muttered, maintaining eye contact before moving their hand. 
Daya cleared her throat and exhaled as she continued working. 
“Are you excited for staff preview?” Bosco asked. 
“It’ll be nice to be able to do our thing without having the desire to punch you in the jaw.” 
“Damn, you were fucking pissed. I didn’t realize.” 
“And you weren’t?” 
“I was more upset with myself and disappointed that you didn’t wanna talk it out. But we got there.”
“Yeah after full on— proud of us. I’m glad we’re getting to know each other more than being attracted to each other.” 
She wasn’t lying. As much as she wished they were having sex, getting to know Bosco was making her somehow more attractive. She had a softness in their eyes, something Daya hadn’t seen before. 
“Me, too. I just need you to know, when I said what I said to you, it physically hurt me to watch your face, the second I said it I wanted to—” 
“Stop. We’re past that. How are you doing mentally?” Daya asked, making eye contact. 
“Better. Stressed but better.” 
“Better beats worse.”
“Talking to you makes things feel better. I don’t know what it is, but I feel comfortable around you. Comfort isn’t something I’m used to. It’s been nine days, but you’ve given me something to think about that’s not the shit in my head. It’s been like a week, so I probably sound insane but—“ 
“No, I understand. I don’t know. It’s insane but it's fine. It doesn’t feel like this is moving too quickly. It feels natural.” Daya smiled, placing her hand in theirs. “I knew you weren’t the arrogant attention too cool to be the vulnerable person you try to be.” 
“And you aren’t a stubborn, outspoken, childish bitch. Thank you for seeing me as me.” 
“Here for you, best friend,” she whispered. 
Daya started slowly inching forward.
“I’m done!” They exclaimed. “Oh it looks so good.” 
“Oh good. So am I. I have been, actually.” 
Bosco held up the bra. “It looks so good, but I want to see what it looks like on. Friend, will you put it on so I can make sure it looks good?” 
Daya looked at the bra and then down at her own chest. “Oh, there’s no way my tits are gonna fit in that. Besides, that looks like it's a 32 tops, and I’m a 34, and I don’t think my ass would fit into the panties either. Sorry, bestie.” 
“Okay fine,” she began taking off her shirt, lazily tossing it on the ground as Daya looked away. “You’ve seen all of it before. We’re past that.” 
“Yeah, well…”  Daya focused even harder on the ground, really paying attention to the pattern of the woodgrain as they stood and took their pants off. 
“Okay, I’m only half naked now instead of fully naked. You can look now. In fact, I need you to look.” 
When Daya looked up, a gasp was caught in her throat. They’d never looked better. 
“That… fits you very well,” she managed. 
“Thank you. How does it look?”
“Great!” Daya said quickly. “I mean, it looks good.”
“Everything’s stoned?”
God I wish I was right about now.
“Looks like it.”
Bosco held her arms up, the bra creeping up  just enough to make Daya gasp. 
They raised an eyebrow. “You, okay, friend?” 
“Yup.”
“You sure?” 
“Uh-huh.” 
“I’m not convinced.” 
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Daya.”
“Bosco.” 
“You’re feeling something right now.”
“I have literally no fucking idea what you’re talking about, best friend .” 
“Repeat that while making eye contact, pal.” 
“You’re being delusional,” Daya managed, looking away as quickly as humanly possible, looking back momentarily. “I’m fine.” 
“Then why is your face so flushed?” 
She shook her head, crossing her arms, focusing on the wall, forgetting that photos of Bosco with even less hung on the wall. “It’s warm in here, that’s all.”
“Daya, it’s freezing in here, and you know it.” They knew exactly what they were doing, especially when they moved in closely. “What are you thinking?” 
Fuck it.
“How much I want to do this,” she said flatly, pulling Bosco into a kiss, unclipping the bra.
Bosco broke the kiss. "Remember when you said my bed was really comfortable? Want to see what the side you didn't sleep on feels like?"
“Absolutely. Can we try some of the shit in the top drawer of your nightstand?”
“Oh, absolutely we can.” 
“God fucking dammit,” Daya muttered as she stared at the ceiling. 
“We lasted longer than I thought we would,” Bosco said, pulling her closely, tenderly kissing her forhead.
“Ugh. Still.”
“You can’t tell me that you thought we’d be able to hold out very long.”
“I was sure as shit gonna try!” 
“Besties can hook up.” 
“Besties can absolutely hook up,” Daya sat up in bed looking at Bosco, seeing that her hair resembled a lion’s mane. “Nice sex hair.
Bosco used her phone to examine her hair, gasping. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll fix it for you.”
“You are the best. Other than watching Jersey Shore, what are you up to?”
“I’m gonna make some cookies.” 
“Yeah?” 
Daya nodded. “I love baking."
“You should bring me cookies tomorrow.” 
“Planned on it,” Daya began getting dressed. “Sit on the bed and I’ll fix your hair.” 
“Yes, ma’am.”
She brushed their hair out before starting a waterfall braid. “I don’t normally do braids this fancy, but your hair holds them well.”
Bosco turned around to face her. “Well I’m flat—” 
“Face forward,” Daya demanded.
“Jesus, are you sure you’re strictly submissive?” 
“Maybe we can reverse the roles another time, but let’s be real, there’s no way in hell you wouldn’t not wanna be in control. I cannot imagine you tied to that bed, as much as I would like to.” 
“Never say never, it could be fun.”
Daya smiled as she tied off the braid. “I’ll remember that.” 
They turned around to kiss her. “Thank you.” 
“My love language is braiding pretty girls’ hair.” 
“I’ll remember that,” they repeated. “Teach me how to do fancy braids sometime.” 
“Will do.”
“Well, I have to go,” they said, pulling her into a longer kiss. 
Once they were gone, Daya sighed, knowing damn well she wanted more than a best friend to sleep with.  
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