With the FCC trying to strip away our Net Neutrality, think about what will be lost. Not only will your internet be controlled by cable/phone companies and your information sold to wherever said companies decide, if you are someone who loves to float away into your favorite fandoms/ships, they WILL be taken away from you. Not might be. They will.
Do you love reading fanfics? Do you love writing them? Say goodbye to that luxury if Net Neutrality is destroyed. You can especially say GOODBYE to Ao3 almost immediately. Sites like them rely on donations from fans to stay running and the FCC will chop them to shreds when they decide to block/make you pay extra to use it. Even if you’re non-american and believe you won’t be “affected” by this, honey you have a big storm coming. You can guarantee that US-bound writers will disappear and fickle out to only those who are willing to pay. Are you in a small fandom that doesn’t have a lot of creators to begin with? You won’t even have a chance. No Net Neutrality will be a direct hit to your form of relaxtion.
Do you like to watch edits? Do you slave over edits of your favs? Where are you going to see/post them when Net Neutrality is no more? Same as fanfictions, from short and quick to complex and elaborate edits, editors will be affected when they are forced to pay extra to use YouTube and Tumblr, for example. Do you sometimes lay late at night watching a marathon of edits of your favorite shows? That will be a thing of the past if the FCC ends Net Neutrality.
Are you an artist that draw your favorite ships and characters? Do you enjoy art of your favs? IT. WILL. ALL. END. IF. NET. NEUTRALITY. ENDS. Even worse if you’re a struggling artist that works off commission. You’ll be spending more money than you’re bringing in when you have to pay extra a month to use Tumblr, DeviantArt, Instagram and other sites used to upload original content. Then you’ll have to pray others who are paying extra are willing to pay for your art. Chances are, if you’re strugglin now, you won’t even last if Net Neutrality is out.
Do you download your favorite shows and movies whether it’s just to watch or create content? Where are you going to download them when sites are blocked from your internet? If you don’t have cable for whatever reason, you REALLY aren’t going to be able to catch your shows now. If you can’t afford cable, what makes you think you can afford several internet packages?
Do you like being kept up to date on what your fav is doing such as tour dates, new music, and news in general? Best believe there won’t be a such thing when you are forced to pay for Twitter, Snapchat, and other apps.
DO YOU LIKE MEMES?????!!!!!
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I know it’s a couple
days late and during my AU event, but I wasn’t able to touch base with @hiding-from-senpai
(time zone differences I think) until a day after Aomine’s birthday and didn’t
get my butt around to writing this until now. I didn’t remember until after I
finished that she was supposed to be his best friend so they ended up more acquaintances
from their early days but since it’s almost 11PM and I don’t want another day
to go by I kept it as it is. So, happy belated birthday Aomine!
Here’s what she
requested when I proffered her with the question of what she’d like to read for
Aomine’s birthday since he’s her bae: We
read in canon that Aomine likes writing his memoirs. In this request, he is
already working as a detective. Can we please have an excerpt from a chapter
that he had just finished writing some hours after his birthday has passed (ex.
1am). The subject matter of his entry has to do with recounting events,
specifically his trying to do something major before his birthday — something
that he isn’t sure of to challenge himself. The challenge he set for himself
was to confess to this fem!bestfriend whom he had a crush on since highschool
but he never got the courage to confess because he always thought she was out
of his league. He’s had two failed relationships and some flings and decided
he’s had enough. Please include how he confessed and her reaction. He also
remarks how this is his greatest victory.
Memoir entry August 31st
I’m not sure what time
it is, late no doubt, or early if I’m being honest. Ever since getting this
job, I feel both more and less observant. More to the things that matter to catch
the bad guys, less to my everyday life because I’m just always so damn tired.
Ironic, really, for a detective as good as I am to miss so many of the clues.
But I’m getting ahead of
myself.
Today (or yesterday
really) was a day built for reflection. For consideration of where I’ve been,
what I’ve done and unsurprisingly of where I’m going. Birthdays will do that to
you, draw up not only the joy of being alive but the reminder that you’re one
year closer to the end, one year closer to the conclusion of your story and doesn’t
everyone want to make it a good one?
I thought I’d found the
secret to a happy, uncomplicated life. I started out seeking some fulfillment
in coupling up only to find it almost impossible given the strain of my job. Most
people aren’t cut out to date a cop, especially one who’s focused on making
detective.
I guess those two gave
it their best shot. I know I’m not the easiest person to get along with on a
good day but add in the stress of training, reports and chasing assholes and
well…I become one pretty damn fast.
But sleeping around wasn’t
helping either, just adding angry texts and crazy bitches pounding at my door because
they couldn’t get it through their stupid heads there wasn’t anything deeper going
with them than a rough fuck.
Now though…now I’ve
finally met my match. Or rather, I’ve become reacquainted with her considering
we’ve known each other through high school. ______ has always been my yard
stick for measuring women, none really being able to hold a candle to her and
that’s where my problem lay. She saw through all my bullshit so plainly that
she scared me. She was almost if not more perceptive than Satsuki and that wasn’t
something I was ready to deal with.
That and she’d most
likely have laughed in my face if I ever did confess. Why would someone as good
as her ever want to be with someone like me?
But this year, I decided
enough was enough. I’ve arrived, top of my unit and continuing to rise but now,
now was the time to look at the other areas of my life I’ve neglected for so
long. I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep my friends but it was good to see
them at my birthday dinner.
It’s weird as fuck to
see Midorima married to his high school sweetheart and that Kagami actually made
it in pro ball. Akashi’s kids look just like him, creepy little fuckers, but
Mursakibara hasn’t changed a bit and that’s strangely comforting. Satsuki
finally nailed Tetsu and they’re getting married next year. Only Kise couldn’t
be there because of a job but he sent a kick ass bottle of scotch to make up
for his absence.
I’ll have to send him
one hell of a thank you in return because it was that bottle that provided the opportunity
to talk to _________ again. After the dinner, I ran into her randomly in the parking
lot and we started talking. She just moved back and is looking for a job. Our
conversation led to the reason of my being where I was and when I mentioned it
was birthday she smiled brightly.
“I’ll have to buy you a
drink,” she exclaimed.
“No need, I’ve got some
right here,” I answered showing her the bottle. Then after a second added, “My
place isn’t too far, care to come over for a shot?”
And that’s how we ended
up on my couch, catching up on all the years we’d been apart. She moved to
Australia to continue her studies and had me rolling with laughter at all her
crazy ass stories from that place. One shot turned to two and then three. I could
feel the alcohol loosening my inhibitions and quelling my nerves. It’s probably
not advisable to confess to your long-time crush while buzzed but it’s what I
did, spitting out randomly, “You know I had a huge crush on you in high school
right?”
She giggled, a sweet
sound I always want to hear. “Really? And here I thought you hated me!”
That got my attention
like a bucket of cold water to the face. “What do you mean? How could you think
I hated you?”
She stuttered slightly,
cheeks turning pink and I know it wasn’t from the scotch. “We-well, you avoided
me a lot. Like, you never seemed to want to talk to me. Not that you really talked
to anyone that much but with me, it just…felt like you were avoiding me on purpose.”
“Shit, I…really?”
She laughed again,
downing another shot then shrugging her shoulders looked me in the eyes. “Yeah,
I mean, I thought maybe the bentos would help clue you in but you never said
anything. And every time I went to a game it’s like you didn’t even see me.” She
looked away to the fire place, its flickering flames dancing on her face. I was
startled to see glistening trails of tears on her cheeks as memory of those days
took hold. She shook her head, wiping them away quickly. “Sorry, old scars. I
don’t want to be a downer on your birthday, Aomine-kun, so I’ll get going.”
She stood but I grabbed
her wrist tugging her back down practically in my lap pulling a startled squeak
from her lips which my eyes locked onto. Leaning forward I whispered, “I wanted
you so bad it hurt but I…I couldn’t…you
were too good.” Closer, breaths mingling, I could feel the thrum of her pulse
against my fingers. “Honestly, I never stopped wanting you, still do as a
matter of fact.”
“Aomine-kun, I think
that’s the scotch talking.” Her tone tried for light, hand pressing against my
chest to push away but I wouldn’t let her go, not when I finally had her in my
arms.
“I’m not drunk, and I’m
not saying these things because I feel bad, although I do, I was an asshole to
you and I’m sorry. But I’m saying these things because they’re true. I…I want
you, _______.”
Her eyes searched mine
for what felt like an eternity but finally, finally
she moved forward and touched her lips to mine. They were petal soft, warm and
sultry, everything I’d imagined but better. The kiss went from sweet to heated
quickly, unsurprisingly because I’m an impatient bastard. Her mouth tasted
faintly of the scotch but was ten times more intoxicating.
I don’t think I’ve ever
had so much fun making out with someone in my life.
And now I’m here,
watching the rise and fall of a blanket where she lies encased in the warmth of
my bed. I’ve accomplished a lot in my life, but being given a place in ________’s
heart to call my own, is the greatest victory I’ve ever known.
Hi @mintybogdanow, thank you for the request and the compliment and the well wishes! I will do my
best to write someone with ADD without being offensive or stereotypical. I did
some brief reading on the subject to try to get a gist of what it is and how it
manifests. I have a friend who has it and takes medication to help her focus,
so at least I have some experience with
it in real life. In either scenario, the self-description I give the reader is not how I think all people who have ADD
think of themselves or that I think that of them. It’s to try to add to the
angst request. Please let me know if I completely miss the mark and I’ll do
what I can to change it. Per the request, there is NSFW content so if that
makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this one. Also, since there are
two scenarios this is a bit of a longer post.
Hajime Iwaizumi
“_______-chan, did you hear anything I just said?” Hajime’s
voice makes you start, your eyes darting back to his face. Being together for
as long as you have, you can tell the annoyed look he’s wearing is genuine, not
just his normal “resting stick up the ass” face as Oikawa calls it. You feel
yourself blush, turning your eyes away in embarrassment. Truthfully, no, you
haven’t heard a word for the past few minutes because you keep getting
distracted by the guys playing a flashy videogame.
Tonight, since his parents are out of town and all of the
team are practically their own children by this point, most of the players and
some of their girlfriends have ended up at Hajime’s to hang out. Most just sit
around chatting volleyball (of course) but some opted to actually do something
and turned on the game. Which wouldn’t normally be a problem if you’d
remembered to take your Ritalin but of course tonight would be the night you
forgot it at home. In all honesty, you should have just gone to get it but couldn’t
come up with a viable excuse to leave since no one, not even Hajime, knows you
have ADD. It’s not something you like to talk about.
“Sorry, no, what were you saying,” you finally admit with a
sheepish smile.
“You’ve been acting weird all night, is something wrong?” he
asks gruffly. Hajime never has been one to beat around the bush.
Your heart rate jumps up a bit; you thought you were doing a
good job until this moment of maintaining focus but apparently he’s picked up
on your situation much faster than anticipated. Still, you feign ignorance.
“What do you mean?”
His frown deepens. “I don’t know, it’s just…you aren’t as
focused. Usually you follow a conversation no problem but it’s not just that.
You forgot where you put your cup at least five times and you never do that.
And when Kindaichi asked you to grab the chips from the kitchen you went in but
came back out empty handed.”
Your eyes widen; were you really doing this badly without your medication? It’s been so long since you’ve
missed a dosage that you’d forgotten how quickly its effectiveness can wear off.
That and you’re surprised at how much Hajime appears to watch you; if you
weren’t so mortified by the situation you’d be flattered at all his attention
you weren’t even aware you’ve been receiving. Talk about ironic.
Hearing all the things he’s noticed, knowing there’s
probably more he isn’t saying, you feel your eyes start to tear up. This is not how you wanted him to find out about
this, in fact, you’d hoped to never need to tell him. But it’s unavoidable now
with him looking at you with less annoyance and more concern, waiting for you
to give an explanation to his observations. Seeing your face begin to scrunch
up in efforts not to cry he silently takes your hand, leading you upstairs to
his room.
Once there he shuts the door, locking it for good measure; Oikawa
is known for bursting in at inopportune moments to tease Iwa-chan about “being
naughty” with his girlfriend. Sitting you down on the bed, he takes his place
next to you, his right knee bent and touching your left.
“Ok, what’s going on?” he asks holding both your hands.
“Um,” you stammer, your tears flowing a bit more now that
you’re alone, “I…I’m sorry I never told you before but…I…I have ADD and…I
forgot my medication s-so it’s hard for me to focus.”
If you were expecting a big reaction from him, he doesn’t
deliver. He waits silently but when you don’t go on asks, “Is that it?”
Shock spreads across your face, followed by irritation.
“What do you mean, “is that it”? What, like it’s not a big deal, or something?”
You rise to your feet, pacing back and forth as you rant, “Do you think it’s
easy for me to admit I have to rely on medication every day, multiple times a day just to function
“normally”? That it’s not terrifying to admit to my perfect boyfriend that I
have a chemical imbalance?” You run your hands into your hair, tugging slightly
in your frustration. You didn’t mean to freak out, but his lack of reaction and
nonchalant attitude about something that really bothers you about yourself
feels like a slap to the face making you groan out, “How can you be so
unaffected that there’s something wrong
with me?”
He interrupts your breakdown by springing to his feet, his
hands wrenching your own from your hair before he grabs you by the head and
kisses you deeply. His tongue slices through the seam of your lips, dueling
with yours in heated passion.
His hands move from your head to wrap his arms around your
waist tugging you against his firm body. Your own encircle his neck, your head
tilting to grant him more access to ravish your mouth. Hajime pushes you back
against the wall, trailing his fingers until the hem of your shirt with teasing
touches making you squirm.
When you pull back for breath you pant, “What are you
doing?”
He nips your neck making you gasp. “Distracting you,” he
murmurs against your flesh before latching on and sucking firmly. Your hands
grip his large biceps, knees quickly turning to jelly.
Between hot open mouthed kisses against your neck his husky
voice says, “I never want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.” His
hand deftly unzips your skirt sending it pooling to the floor at your feet. “I’m
not perfect, you are and don’t you
ever say otherwise,” he commands kneeling and taking your panties with him.
Before you can protest, he’s lifted you off the ground,
throwing your legs over his shoulders, his face buried between your thighs.
Looking up he grins mischievously. “The only thing I want to hear you moaning
is my name.” With that, he kisses you once before opening his mouth and licking
you firmly.
“Oh god,” you breath.
He pulls back just enough to say cheekily, “That is an
acceptable substitute,” before going back to working your core with his
skillful tongue. He pushes deep inside, swirling around making you fidget but
his strong arms are wrapped firmly around your thighs keeping you secure. You
throw your head back letting out a deep moan as his sucks your clit just like
he knows you love it.
Your hands are clenching his hair, tugging slightly with
each new sensation he gives making him groan into your flesh.
In little time at all he has you reaching your peak and you
move one hand to your mouth to cover your scream. He keeps up his attentions,
drawing out your orgasm until you gently push on his forehead to indicate
you’ve had enough; your voice isn’t working at the moment.
Setting you down, he stands back up, wiping his mouth on the
back of his hand before tugging you towards his bed. Without a word, he takes
out a spare pair of shorts and a t-shirt he keeps in his room just for you. As
you change he does too, into a muscle tank top and pajama pants.
“What about the guys?” you ask.
“Tch, they’ve learned by now to leave us alone, they can
stay as long as they want, I’ll deal with the mess tomorrow,” he mutters
turning off the light and climbing into bed with you.
As he pulls you into his arms, your head on his chest, he
says lowly, “I’m sorry you thought I didn’t care about what you told me. That
isn’t what I think at all.” Taking a deep breath, he goes on, “Honestly, and
don’t you ever tell him I said this,
but I think Trashykawa may be a little right when he calls me a worrywart.” His
confession makes you giggle and he pokes your side in retaliation before going
on, “I mean, my head immediately went to something serious, like, I don’t know
a brain tumor or something. And knowing you,” he squeezes you tighter, “that is
something you’d be just as likely to keep from me because you worry about
burdening other people.”
Moving his hand to cup your cheek he tilts your head so that
your eyes meet his, giving you a smile he saves just for you. “I don’t care if
you have ADD, babe, it doesn’t make me love you any less.”
“I love you too, Hajime,” you whisper kissing him lightly.
Before you can draw back he deepens it, rolling over on top of you.
Looking down into your still flushed face he grins. “I don’t
know why I bothered letting you get dressed,” he says pulling you up just
enough to take off your shirt, “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Yuu Nishinoya
“But _____-chan,” whines Yuu as you walk together from
class, “why can’t you come? It’s been ages
since you have and I want to show you my “crash of lightning” receive!”
“What happened to “rolling thunder”?” you ask avoiding his
question.
He puffs out his chest a bit. “That’s been perfected, so that’s why you have to come and see the
new one!”
Of course you can’t make him forget his request/demand. He
may be hyper, but the boy is nothing if not focused, especially when it comes
to something he wants; unlike you, particularly today. Ever since second year
started you’ve felt like your normal dosage of medication isn’t helping as much
with your ADD. It will be a week before you can get in to your doctor to get
your prescription changed and since you’re not comfortable upping the dosage on
your own you’ll just have to make do until then.
“Yuu-kun, you know I would if I could but I have a ton of
homework to get done. Why don’t you just come over when you get back?” Being an
exchange student with your own living quarters has its advantages since there
are no parents, siblings or roommates to distract you; you do that enough on
your own and don’t want Yuu or the rest of the team to see you struggling to
stay focused.
“But I’ll be gone the whole weekend! Because it’s so far, Kiyoko
arranged for us to stay so we could have two days there! Just start your
homework on the bus! I already asked coach if you could come and since Yachi-san
is sick he said it’s fine!” he says enthusiastically. “Please?! And hey, I
promise I’ll help you, not that you’ll need it because you’re a genius but
still.”
You smile despite your discomfort; he really is too sweet. “Yuu-kun,
you have your own homework to worry about, gotta keep those grades up so you
can keep playing volleyball,” you say squeezing his hand.
He tugs you close, throwing his arm around your shoulders
and kissing your temple. “_____-chan, please come! I want to introduce you to
the Nekoma guys. Most of them don’t believe you’re real and I have to show off
my gorgeous girlfriend!” Normally you’d be laughing but the thought of meeting
new people while you’re dealing with this has your anxiety spiking.
“Yuu, I can’t. I’m sorry but they’re just practice games, right?”
you say more firmly pulling from his embrace. The last thing you want is to end
the day on a sour note, especially with him leaving for the entire weekend, but
his pestering is starting to get to you; you already said no twice, he should
accept that.
“Just practice
games?” he repeats and you suppress the impulse to groan. That was pretty much
the worst thing you could have said to him; every
game is important to these boys and Yuu-kun is one of the most intense,
particularly because this is Nekoma and it’s very rare for them to be able to
get together. That and no doubt he’s hurt that you seemingly don’t want to meet
his rival/friends.
Before you can explain he storms off to the gym and you rub
your temples. Dating the hyperactive libero, as much as you love him, can take
its toll on you. Sighing you make your way to the train station alone. As you
walk you text a brief apology to your boyfriend and wish him good luck with his
games. When you reach home, you start reheating leftovers before getting down
to business with your work.
An hour later you’re still struggling with the same
assignment, your mind a jumbled mess not only because the noise from your
neighbor’s TV is distracting you but because you’re thinking about Noya being
mad at you which frustrates you because he’s not even here and he’s become a distraction! At this rate, it would have
been better to have just gone to Tokyo since it’s unlikely you’ll be able to
get much done thanks to both your ADD and your anxiety plaguing you.
A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts. Opening
it, you’re surprised to see Yuu standing there, a serious look on his face.
“What are you doing here?” you ask as he walks past you,
shrugging off his jacket, “I thought you’d be on your way to Tokyo by now?”
Over his shoulder he replies, “Coach decided to leave hella
early in the morning, we’d get there too late to do anything tonight and some
of the guys have stuff they need to finish.”
“Oh,” you say, unsure where to go from here.
A beat of silences passes before you both say, “I’m sorry.”
He turns to look at you. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything
wrong! I’m the one who acted like a jerk. Plus, you already sent me this,” he
says showing his phone with your apology on it.
You shrug. “I shouldn’t have acted like these Nekoma games
aren’t important. They are and I know that. I just…” you trail off, unsure you’re
confident enough to confess why you were so snappish about going.
Yuu takes your hand, tugging you to the couch where you sit
together face to face. Blushing a little he says, “I should have figured something
was wrong when you were so resistant to come with us but I was only focused on
myself and what I wanted.” He sighs, swallowing once before continuing, “But I
do think there’s something more you’re not telling me about why you don’t want
to go.”
You turn your head, unable to look him in the eyes. He
shifts his head down, coming into your line of vision until you finally look at
him. “Please, _____-chan, whatever it is, you can trust me,” he says quietly.
It’s the most serious you’ve seen him in a while, maybe ever.
Taking a deep breath, you say, “You’re right, Yuu-kun, there
is something I’ve been keeping from you. It’s not because I don’t trust you but
because I’m embarrassed.” Steeling your nerves, you finally confess, “I have
ADD and the medication I’m taking is starting to not work as well and I can’t
get a new dosage until I see my doctor next week. That’s why school has been a
lot harder for me these past couple months and getting homework done even while
I’m alone takes me forever, so trying to do it while traveling or away from
home feels impossible. And because my attention span is waning more and more I’m
really nervous about meeting new people. What if they think I’m weird or rude
or annoying because I can’t keep up or focus on what they’re saying?”
Yuu is silent for a moment before swiftly pulling you into
his arms in a crushing hug. Despite his stature, he’s exceptionally strong and
you’ve never felt safer in anyone else’s arms. His hand runs through your hair
as he kisses your cheek. “I had no clue, no frickin’ clue you were dealing with
something like this. And all by yourself! You don’t even have your mom or dad
or sisters here to help you!”
Pulling back and wiping some stray tears from your eyes you
snicker. “If you didn’t notice, Yuu-kun, I’m pretty independent. I can take
care of myself.”
He cups your face with both hands, his intense gaze boring
into your eyes. “I know that, but _____-chan, everyone needs at least one person they can rely on to tell
everything to. To cry or get angry with and, well, I know I’m not the most
serious guy out there, but I’d like to be that person for you. Please don’t
keep stuff from me, let me help you, even if you feel like you don’t need it.”
You smile and nod, kissing him gently on the lips to express
your appreciation. Glancing to the table you sigh. He follows your gaze, eyes
landing on the piles of books and papers. “Still working on it?” he asks and you
nod again. Shifting to face the table he looks over what you have left to do.
“Tell you what,” he says after a few minutes, “Ennoshita-san
really helped me understand these types of problems. I can do these while you
keep working on your essay.”
“That’s sweet Yuu-kun, but I won’t learn it if you do it for
me,” you say nudging his shoulder with your own.
“Just this once,” he says, “I’ll explain it to you after you
get your new meds.”
Appreciative of your non-studious boyfriend being willing to
do your homework you finally give in. When he’s finished with what he could
help you on, Yuu is surprisingly helpful with keeping you on task if he notices
your attention starting to wander. You never knew he could be so focused on anything
besides volleyball. After two hours, though, he starts nuzzling the back of
your neck from his position behind you on the couch. Little peppery kisses dot
all over your skin making you sigh and lean back into his embrace.
“Yuu-kun,” you say in a soft whisper, “you’re supposed to be
helping me focus.”
He hums in discontent, reaching his arms under yours and
hauling you to your feet. Spinning you around he sits back down, pulling you
onto him to straddle his lap on the couch. Insistent lips meet yours in a deep,
long kiss. Moving down to your neck he says throatily, “You’ve been working long
enough and got a lot done. You deserve a reward.”
His fingers work the buttons on your blouse, pulling it open
and shirking it down your arms. He tosses it away, his hands on your bra before
the shirt touches the ground. When your breasts are free he nuzzles his face between
them before placing soft, delicate kisses over every square inch. Your hands
trail through his hair, your core grinding down against the growing erection in
his pants.
Your head tosses back, giving Yuu full access to your body,
his lips sucking and tongue lapping over your sensitive flesh. When he suckles
your nipple you cry out his name, clamping your hand to the back of his head
while his other hand squeezes your waist. You trail your hand between your
bodies, rubbing through his clothes and making him groan. Unable to resist any
longer he rotates quickly, tossing you on the couch before standing up. In
rapid succession he relieves you of your pants and underwear, shredding his own
clothes in record time. Covering you with his warm body he kisses you again,
tongue rolling over and around yours.
He moves again to your throat, latching onto your pulse point
and sucking hard as his hand reaches between your legs to tease you. Your hips
buck up, desperate for his touch, for friction, for anything!
“Yuu, please,” you moan and he rubs firmly making you cry
out again. His fingers are magic, working you over until you’re a panting mess
begging him to drive into you and give you what you really want. Grinning down
at you, he kisses your nose.
“One sec,” he says and grabs a condom from his bag. Slipping
it on he’s back in a flash, shifting your hips to just where he wants you. He
takes a firm grasp of your hair pulling slightly; you love it when he gets
dominant. “What do you want, _____-chan?” he whispers in your ear.
“I want you, I want you so bad,” you beg making him smile
wider. Keeping his eyes locked on yours he slowly enters you, making you inhale
sharply. He starts a slow and steady rhythm but it quickly turns into a rapid
pace, his hips slamming up against yours in the most delicious way as he cradles
you close to his body.
“Oh, oh Yuu!”
“_____-chan, I…I love you so much,” he pants before kissing
your lips.
“I love you too, oh! Oh!” you cry out as he hits that one
spot in you that makes your insides quiver with pleasure. He picks up the pace
again, reading the signs on your face and the noises you’re making. Soon he’s
got you there, your body shaking in blissful release as he too comes to the top
of the mountain. When you’re both starting down from your high, he crawls off
of you and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
You follow, intercepting him as he exits to pull him to your
bed. Falling onto it, he covers you both, pushing you to your side so he can
spoon up behind you. Kissing your cheek, he says, “I have to get up really early
tomorrow to go home to pack. But I’m glad we were able to be together tonight.”
Rotating in his arms you face him. “Me too, Yuu. And,” you
add after a moment’s pause, “I’ll come with you to Tokyo.”
His eyes grow bright, his former sleepiness flitting away
like mist on a hot morning. “Really? Oh that’s awesome, this weekend just
became the best ever!”
Hugging him close you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, falling
asleep to him talking about all the guys on Nekoma’s team you’ll be meeting and
how much they’re going to love you and how jealous they’ll be of him. He can’t
wait.
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Kagami
“I’ll tell you what,” you say leaning in close to
Kagami, your proximity making him blush hard, “I’ll try some of your food if
you,” your nose trails over his neck, the blood rushing there like a roaring
river in your supersonic ears, “let me have a taste of you.” Kagami nods,
trusting you won’t drain him dry.
Moriyama
“Ok,” Moriyama says panting as he reaches where you stand
barely breaking a sweat, “how the hell
do you run so fast?” If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he’d never believe
it. Catching him around the neck he gasps. As you kiss him, your fang nips his
lip, a little blood hitting your tongue and you moan, “Oh Yoshitaka, you taste so good.” He’s caught between fear and
pleasure, the former fading slightly as you kiss him again. Maybe it won’t be
so bad being a vampire’s boy toy.
Takao
“Why did you rush away like that?” Takao asks running up to
you and grabbing your arm.
“I just didn’t want to be around him with that stuff,” you
say hurriedly tugging out of his grasp.
“You mean Shintaro and his lucky item?” he asks
incredulously. You’ve never cared about it before so he’s confused.
“Suffice it to say, I’m just not a fan of it,” you huff
walking more briskly. Turning back, you point your finger at him, “And if you ever eat it I’ll never kiss you again.”
He catches your wrist, pulling you back and looks in your
eyes. “I knew there was something different about you,” he murmurs nuzzling
your nose. “Don’t worry,” he adds winking, “I’m not a fan of garlic either.” He lifts his head, exposing his neck. “But feel free to taste test, if you like.”
Yamamoto
“How the hell did you jump that high?” Yamamoto yells after
you land from jumping over a drunk driver’s car. You smile, fangs flashing and
he gulps.
Closing the distance between you, you nuzzle into his
throat. “Care to top me up? I used up some juice jumping that high.” He
whimpers a bit but agrees; how the hell did he end up with such a cool, if
scary girlfriend?
Sugawara
“Why are your hands always so cold? It’s the middle of
summer,” Sugawara asks perplexed. Smiling softly, you place his hand on your chest.
He stutters, unclear of your intentions until he zeroes in on the fact that he
doesn’t feel anything underneath; your heart isn’t beating.
“Oh,” he says softly and you nod.
Bringing his hand near your face you smell his wrist,
cooing, “Suga-baby, can I see if you taste as good as you smell?”
Aone
“You shouldn’t work out alone Takanobu,” you say easily
lifting the heavy weight almost crushing his windpipe. Looking into his wide-open
eyes with your bright yellow irises you say, “How am I supposed to go on if you
end up dead?” He shakes his head,
unclear on how to answer. You smile, walking around the bench to lean over him.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, I only bite to feed, not to turn. Think you can give me
a tip for saving you?” He swallows once but agrees. After all, he owes you
right?
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“Oh Koga, what is wrong with me?” you practically wail
throwing yourself dramatically on your bed.
Koga would be snickering at your theatrical display but he
knows you well enough to be aware this is no joke; you truly believe something is
wrong with you because that idiot broke up with you. Koga already didn’t like
him simply for the fact that he was with you and Koga wasn’t. Call him petty if
you like, that’s how he felt though he tried to be
as supportive as possible while stuffing down his own feelings to the balls of
his feet.
I see you in the
lonely place
How could you be so
blind
You still regretting
the love you left, left behind
But looking at you now, curled up in a fetal position, tears
streaming down your face, he sees just how much
he hurt you. Not one usually given to violence, Koga is startled by his intense
desire to deck this guy in the face; or at the very least bribe Kagami-kun to
do it. He shakes his head to dispel his irritation; you don’t need that right
now.
I seen you go through
the changes
Sitting alone each
night
Are you expecting to find
the love, love that’s right
Sitting on the bed, his hand lands on your shoulder, his grip
firm but gentle as he murmurs, “_____-chan, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
Your eyes flick up to his face, pain smeared across your
countenance. “Then why did he break up with me?” you whine. “I mean, I thought
everything was going perfectly!”
Darling open your eyes
Let me show you light
Girl you never find a
love that’s right
Koga grits his teeth and holds his tongue as his hand
mindlessly finds its way into your hair to stroke comfort into your body. He
sees your shoulders relax slightly from his touch, gratified that he can
provide you some relief however minor.
Suddenly, he’s overcome with a rush of confidence to confess
his feelings for you. He’s been caught up in waiting for the perfect moment but
realizes such a thing doesn’t exist. There is no perfect moment to put a decade’s
long friendship on the line by confessing deeper feelings. There is no perfect
time to take the longing of his heart and pull it out into the open, to leave
it vulnerable to your scrutiny.
There are times when
you need someone
I will be by your side
I’ll take my chances
before they pass, pass me by
But just as he’s about to open his mouth to do so, it occurs
to him that now would be the absolute worst moment to do this. What if you think he’s patronizing you? Or that he’s
using your weakness to his advantage? Could you ever think those things about
him? The very thought makes his stomach flip uncomfortably and he has to hold
back a grimace.
Apparently, he doesn’t do so very well because you catch the
change in his expression, feel the tenseness in his body he wasn’t even aware
he was displaying.
“Koga? Are you ok?”
Momentarily distracted from your own pain in favor of
inspecting his obvious discomfort you lean up on your elbow, your proximity making Koga’s
heart skip two beats before racing like a jack rabbit. Your gaze has him locked
in an unbreakable hold and he doesn’t know what to do. His throat feels raw,
the effort to speak so difficult that he merely takes in a shaky breath,
exhaling it slowly to mingle with yours.
“Koga, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?”
“______-chan,” he begins, voice low and gravelly, very
unlike his usual cadence, “what…what do you see when you look in my eyes?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” you ask confused.
His hand cups the side of your face, his touch sending an
unexpected shock coursing through your body that makes you jump in surprise but
you don’t pull back. If anything, you lean involuntarily into the embrace of
his palm. “Can’t you see the way I look at you?”
Oh darling, there is a
light that shines
Special for you and me
You need to look at
the other side, you’ll agree
Koga’s eyes are burning feverishly, so hotly that you want
to look away but you don’t dare because you know this is important, this is
something huge and significant happening and you don’t want to miss it no
matter how much it scares you. But why are you scared? This is just Koga, your best
friend. The guy who makes you laugh when you’re crying, who helps calm you down
when you’re struggling to get through homework and projects and tests, the guy
who works so hard for his team but always makes time for you, the guy-
Your thoughts cut off abruptly, eyes widening as the
realization of just who you’re
looking at finally hits you. This isn’t just
Koga.
This is who you’ve been looking for and all along he’s been
right in front of your face the whole time.
Darling open your eyes
Let me show you the
light
You may never find a
love that’s right
You lean forward, lips barely touching his but the contact
snaps the thin thread of control Koga has been clutching to. He surges forward,
knocking you flat on your back once more, his body half covering yours as his
lips caress yours firmly in a sultry kiss. The hand on your face trails to the
back of your head, gripping your hair as he nips your bottom lip.
Your mouth parts instinctively but you feel him hesitate,
unsure he should go on.
“Koga,” you whisper, encouragement, you hope, lacing your
tone.
The message gets through and he dives back in, this time
with no pause, tongue rolling against yours sending heat throughout your body.
You clutch at the back of his shirt, a slight moan escaping making your cheeks
erupt in flame.
He releases your lips, but keeps his forehead pressed to
yours, both of your breaths coming out in short, sharp pants.
When you finally open your eyes, it’s to find him staring
down at you, a placid smile on his face.
“Is it safe to say, you can see me now?” he asks and you
nod, pulling him down in a fierce hug.
“You’re all I want to see from now on,” you confess and he
tightens his grip.
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