#are they sure this wasn't supposed to mean WHOOPING???
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The Perfect Fit
Rated R for EXPLICIT CONTENT!
You're new to the Devildom and you'd love some positive attention from Lucifer- you suppose now is your best chance to get it, but you might be in over your head.
Featuring: Lucifer, and you!
Beware! This film contains: cis!male!reader, lightly dubious consent, erotic asphyxiation, worship kink (reader acknowledges Lucifer as god in a few parts), Lucifer has a poorly hidden praise kink, facefucking, semi-public sex, light degradation (Lucifer calls reader a slut/whore a couple times), use of "good boy", light orgasm denial, mirror sex, begging, hair pulling, no condoms, Lucifer is overall a meanie, erhm it gets kinda messy even though I didn't mean to whoops
Lucifer doesn't use the lord's name anymore- but God, you were testing his patience.
This trip was fully necessary, you'd been dragged to the Devildom in an instant, left with no time to pack and you couldn't wear your uniform all the time. Lucifer usually would've employed another one of his brothers for this task, as a shopping trip with a human was a bit beneath him, but Asmodeus was busy, and the rest were generally unruly.
He wasn't sure why you had to show him everything you tried on, but he was sure that it was making him feel things he'd rather not. The Devildom was hot, yes, but fucking hell; could you wear anything else?
The tight hug of tiny shorts around your thighs, the expanse of your skin visible beneath an all-too-small crop top, the dangerous swish of a skirt, the urge to lift it higher- no. No. About 20 minutes ago, he asked you to "dress more respectably", and now he was starting to regret it.
The end begins when you peek out of the dressing room, to make a small request of Lucifer; a zipper is giving you trouble. Lucifer has half a mind to tell you to "put it back then", but for some idiotic reason, he follows you into the small stall. The door shuts behind him with a sense of finality.
"It's here, on the back." You turn your back to him, a funny thing to do when in such close proximity to a demon. He follows your hands and finds a small zipper at the waistline, tucked slightly beneath your fingers, an invisible one- the kind that always gets stuck. "Can you just pull it closed for me?"
Lucifer assumes this will be an easy task, giving you a little nod in response. He pinched the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, then pulled the zipper up- or tried to, anyway. The zipper stays firmly in place.
"You've really gotten yourself stuck, hm?" You watch Lucifer through the mirror in front of you, his lips pressing into a firm line.
"Mm, yeah I guess…" It would've been nice to impress him with your more refined clothing choices, you'd like his approval, but this zipper seemed to be ruining things for you.
Lucifer's grip shifted and your breath hitched, a hand moving to your hip and squeezing tightly. "Hold still."
You suppress a shudder as his breath ghosts across your skin, only responding to his command with a quick nod. Lucifer's fingers bear down, squishing the flesh of your hips until they find the points of bone beneath.
The tightness of the shorts is felt far before you recognize the sound of the zipper fastening shut. The black fabric squeezes around your waist and thighs with unforgiving firmness, the fat around your hips puffing out around the hems. You instinctually yearn to rip them off, but Lucifer's hands don't leave your hips.
Here, standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room, Lucifer finally got a good look at your outfit. A white chiffon blouse, the fabric beautiful against your skin, the black bow draping over your chest matching perfectly with the shorts you'd tucked the blouse into.
"This is better." A finger slips under the waistband of your shorts, pinned against your skin. A disapproving hum rises in his throat. "A bit tight."
Under statement of the century, the shorts might as well be strangling you. Your throat is dry now, you lick your lips and try to force out words. "Yeah, I think they're a little too small."
Lucifer disagrees. The fabric pulls tight around your body, the high waist riding up high enough that he gets a peek at your ass and gives him a near-perfect imprint of your bulge. Hands slowly stroke your sides, up and down, from your ribcage to your hips; you and Lucifer are holding eye contact through the mirror.
Slowly, painfully, you watch while Lucifer's hand brushes its way down the front of your body. His hand lands on the soft swell in your pants, and you draw in a sharp breath. Surely, he won't do it- right? Lucifer, the refined, prideful man, would never grope a lowly human such as yourself.
"How does it feel?" Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt when Lucifer’s voice rumbles in your ear.
"How does-" You begin to turn, to look back to Lucifer and beg the question that burns you, but he squeezes your growing hard-on and you fall still with a strained gasp.
He reiterates the question, trying to burrow through the thickening fog of your brain.
“How do the shorts feel?” Lucifer’s long fingers wiggle beneath the hemline of your shorts and briefs, smoothing over the skin of your tummy. It’s hard to think while he’s drawing circles on your skin, the soft leather of his gloves fueling the heat between your legs.
“They, uh,” you swallow hard, “they feel good.” A strangled whimper spills from your throat when one of Lucifer’s hands encircles the base of your cock, his touch so faint it’s tantalizing.
“How good?” His is velvet-smooth in your ear, breath hot against your skin.
This was a terrible idea, the dressing rooms aren’t noise absorbent and Lucifer is a man of high status, it’s best if you both put this idea out of your minds. Logically, you both know better than to go on.
“Lucifer, we shouldn’t be doing this-” Your hand slaps itself over your mouth on instinct, muffling the dangerously loud whine that ripped from your throat; the demon had squeezed your shaft so tightly that it ached.
You can’t help but squirm when Lucifer lets out a disappointed sigh next to your ear, his hands sliding from your shorts. “That’s not what I asked.”
Your head spins as Lucifer shoves you up against the dressing room mirror, his hand on the back of your head and forcing your cheek into the cold glass. The popping of stitches is so loud that it feels like a gun has gone off in your ears, you flinch all the same when Lucifer unceremoniously tears off your shorts.
“Now, let’s try again,” Lucifer discarded his glove in a heartbeat, and the sensitive nerves of your precum-slicked dick are exposed to the demon’s calloused skin. “Tell me how good it feels.”
Now, it’s not a question, Lucifer has given you a demand, spurred on by the quick and rough way he strokes your cock. Your body craves his touch, arching and bucking into Lucifer’s hand almost wildly with a chorus of pitiful whimpers. “Good- oh, f- good! It feels so-”
Lucifer abruptly stuffs his leather glove into your mouth with a scoff of disgust- you realize it tastes of the precum you leaked all over his hand.
“You’re too fucking noisy,” His stroking hand slowed to a near halt, squeezing so tightly around the tip of your cock that you wail into the glove between your teeth, pre dripping down your shaft and onto the dingey carpet in thick globs. “Are you trying to get caught? Do you know what will happen to you if Lord Diavolo hears of this?”
“A demon of such high ranking, like myself, having intimate relations with the human exchange? A much weaker,” the rough skin of Lucifer’s thumb brushes over your slit and you groan at the sting, tears gathering on your lash line, “more vulnerable creature.”
“A scandal like this would take a terrible toll on my standing.” He takes care to trace over the veins of your length, seemingly lost in thought and paying little mind towards your pathetic cries. “We’d have to get rid of you, of course.”
Blood stills in your veins; how painfully vague of him. Your attempts to argue are quickly dismissed, Lucifer only stuffs the glove further into your mouth with a condescending coo.
“Hush, hush, no talking.” He pats your thigh comfortingly, like trying to quiet an anxious pet. “Perhaps my brothers could find some use for you before you’re discarded…”
Lucifer hums in thought, trailing his hand over your balls, then back towards your ass. Precum-slicked fingers draw tight circles over your rim, pausing to just barely press inside you and watch you squirm back against him. “Or maybe, we’d get to keep you.”
The suggestion has you beyond delighted, grinding back onto Lucifer’s hand with a moan and a trembling grin as he finally forces two fingers into your tight ass. “You’d look good in a cage, don’t you think?”
You’re in no position to disagree, bracing yourself against the mirror as you rock into the thrusts of Lucifer’s hand urgently. You need a little more, just a little more and you can cum. Your moans grow higher and higher in pitch- you’re not being subtle in the slightest. Your cock is twitching and throbbing vigorously, the rough tips of Lucifer’s fingers scraping against your insides only worsening the heat in your tummy.
Your moans are beginning to sound more like sobs, turning utterly incoherent as you finally, finally- there’s a slick pop as Lucifer pulls his fingers out, leaving you dazed and needy. At last, you let the glove fall from between your teeth, turning back to plead with Lucifer but scarcely getting a whimper out before he grabs you by the cheeks.
“You’re such a mess,” he laughs, actually laughs into your hot, tear-stained face. and drags you to the ground, leaving scuffs on your knees. “What makes you think you’ve earned the right to cum? What have you done for me?”
Lucifer’s hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your face into the tent in his pants. “If you do well, I’ll consider letting you cum, how’s that?”
You can feel the warmth of his erection on your cheek, your own cock spasming in response. Like a bitch in heat, you can’t help but nuzzle against his bulge, eager to get it out of his pants and inside you. Your clumsy hands make quick work of the buttons and zipper on his slacks, freeing his cock in a matter of seconds- you don’t even need instructions before you take the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking away the pre that had gathered at Lucifer’s tip. The taste is tangy, salty, and beckons you to take Lucifer’s cock further into your mouth.
The promise of an orgasm makes you work hard; bobbing along Lucifer’s length, tracing your tongue over the veins on his length, squelching obscenely as you suck away at him. A hand tangles in your hair, pushing the stray tufts away from your face and tilting your head to stare up at Lucifer. You’re helpless to do anything but watch as he slides his hand to the back of your head, slowly pushing you to sleeve the rest of his cock into your throat. For a moment, you struggle against Lucifer’s grip, throat constricting around his dick as you attempt not to choke.
“Don’t struggle,” Lucifer warns, pressing your nose against the short hairs at his pelvis more firmly when you don’t listen. “Don’t.”
Finally, you go lax against him, tongue lolling out to lick at Lucifer’s sac while you go on attempting to slurp at his dick. Hesitantly, as if waiting for you to fight him once more, Lucifer pumps his hips against your face with a satisfied sigh. “Good boy, good boy; you’re doing perfect.”
You can feel the ridges and veins of his cock sliding over your tongue and scraping the inside of your throat. It aches but you don't move, you're too drunk on his praise to even consider it.
He starts with a slow in-and-out pump, reassurance that you're not going to choke on his dick, before his grip shifts yet again. The hand once positioned in your hair slides down to your neck, Lucifer's wide palm covering the column of your throat with ease, his fingers digging into the soft flesh on either side–he's getting a firm grip. You panic on the first sharp thrust into your mouth, hands smacking at Lucifer's thighs frantically while you gag and retch around his length, but he hardly seems to notice.
The demon is utterly lost in his own pleasure, his head tilted back in hitched sighs as he fucks your throat with the same mindless ferocity as a toy. Wet gargles fill the small dressing room as you desperately attempt to get a single breath, fingers curled in the fabric of Lucifer's pants. Air, you need air, you can't get a proper breath in with Lucifer's dick filling your throat. The corners of your vision are starting to go dark, your head fuzzy, your lungs are beginning to burn.
Only when you're sure that Lucifer is going to let you suffocate does he pull you off his cock, thick webs of saliva stuck to his tip and your lips. You gasp and cough wetly, the lightheadedness fading with each new inhale.
"Up on your feet." The command comes and you nearly sob, nothing sounds more impossible to you than standing.
With deer legs, you stumble into something resembling a standing position, still huffing and whimpering weakly.
"Hands against the mirror, now." Lucifer motions with a hand for you to turn around and stand against the mirror and like an obedient bitch, you do so.
Mostly, you're leaning on the mirror, chest pressed up against the glass and hips tilted back for Lucifer, you're too exhausted to do much else.
"No, not like that." Lucifer sighs in annoyance, grasping you by the hips and pulling you back until you're bent over at the waist, only your palms flat against the mirror.
The moments of silence between his words left you trembling with anticipation, sweaty palms leaving sticky prints on the mirror. A fingertip traces a trail of fire down your spine, before smoothing flat against the small of your back, steadying you as the tip of Lucifer's cock squishes up against your rim. You expect him to push forward, to finally fuck you like you need- but he waits, the head of his dick pressed to your entrance, with no sign of moving. Your impatience grows, cock leaking precum over your thighs, slickening your skin as you rub them together.
"Lucifer…?" With a small rock back, you whine of his name, trying to coax him into fucking you.
He only pulls his hips back, drawing a pitiful noise from your throat. "Beg. Beg for me to fuck you."
Your words catch in your throat, shame keeping you quiet. When Lucifer's hand strikes your thigh, you have to bite your lip to muffle a yelp.
"I could leave you here; a dripping, needy, slut." His words are a cruel hiss, forcing tears to well in your eyes. "Just beg, tell me how badly you want me inside of you, or you get nothing."
Still, your jaw is firmly closed, far too ashamed to say anything- until Lucifer begins to pull away.
"No! No, no, please," the threat becomes real and you panic, bracing one arm against the mirror and using your free hand to spread yourself open for him. "Please Lucifer, I want you so bad, I need you…"
Every word is a whisper, still afraid of getting caught, but too worked up to possibly go without Lucifer's cock now. A self-satisfied smile spreads across Lucifer's face as he retakes his place behind you.
"So you can beg, what an obedient whore." The tip of Lucifer's dick taps against your hole, before he slowly slides past your rim with a low groan. "Fuck… are you this tight for everyone, or am I special?"
"Jus- just you…" You barely manage to murmur back, but Lucifer is beyond pleased with your answer, finally driving cock to the hilt with a low groan- you are a perfect fit for his cock.
Now he sets his pace, something steady and forceful that fucks the thoughts from your head on every inward stroke, the walls of the dressing room one hard thrust away from trembling beneath your weight. With every pull back, the head of Lucifer's dick drags over your prostate, your legs twitching and quivering in sensitivity- it's taking everything in you to stay quiet, but that's not what Lucifer wants.
"Talk- come on, talk for me, pretty boy, tell me how good you feel." With that gasping command your mouth falls open and a flood of praise rolls out.
"You feel so good, thank you, fuck, thank you- harder, please-" Any thought of silence is lost in the haze of lust, pleading for Lucifer to go harder, to go faster, for more, more, more.
Lucifer throws his head back with an unrestrained groan, slamming his hips against yours with unprecedented speed and force, tearing moans from your chest with ease.
"Oh God-" Lucifer grips your hair tightly to cut off your cry, his tone turning furious.
"Don't you-" he loses his words in a slew of curses for a moment. "-don't you ever call for anyone else, fuck, I am your god, understand?"
The moment he asks, you nod- but that's not enough. The hold on your hair tightens, and Lucifer pulls your head back, forcing you to face your reflection in the glass; covered in your own spit and tears, the thin white fabric of your blouse turned sheer from sweat.
"Say it." Lucifer's voice drops to a dangerous hiss, his free hand moving to stroke the length of your dick in time with his thrusts.
You let out a wail the moment he touches you, a fresh stream of tears welling up and rolling down your cheeks.
"You! You're m-my God!" It's slurred and sobbed, but at this moment, you mean your words completely.
Abruptly, Lucifer pulls you back against his chest by the scalp, then locks his arm around your neck, constricting your airways.
"Who?" Lucifer presses on, prompting another answer from you.
Even though your voice is strained through his tight grip, you call out for him, an obedient worshipper. "Lucifer!"
He lets out a shuddering sigh of pleasure. "Again."
"Lucifer!" You answer, and his pace falters for a moment.
"Again, louder." He commands once more, and you follow.
"Lucifer!" His hips pump into you even faster, and your cock is beginning to throb erratically, you're so close.
"Louder!" Lucifer's voice pounds through your skull, you think this must be madness.
"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer!" At last, your orgasm hits you all at once with an ear-splitting scream, every muscle in your body drawing taut within Lucifer's hold.
You arch against him, legs kicking at his shins as Lucifer holds you up by nothing but his arm around your throat, your cum splattering against the fitting room mirror. With all your tightening and convulsing, Lucifer's orgasm isn't far behind, his thrusts have turned irregular and unsteady- but you're struggling for breath, clawing his prim black dress shirt in desperation.
At last, you feel hot cum flood your insides in tandem with Lucifer's shuddering groan, and a heartbeat later, he lets you go. You crumple beneath your weight, letting his cock slip free from your ass as you fall forward against the mirror. You can't help but see yourself- rather, the mess you've become. Heaving and panting, your face glistening with saliva, tears, and snot, strands of your cum caught in your hair and smeared over your skin from where you hit the mirror.
"Well, then." Lucifer is already tucking his dick back into his pants, retrieving his discarded gloves from the floor. "Get up, we've been here long enough."
Tongue heavy in your mouth, you can barely even form the words to protest. "I… I can't…"
A firm hand grasps your upper arm and yanks you up to your feet. Feeling Lucifer's cum ooze from your ass, you can't help but shiver- a few drops hit your calves and soak into your boxers, still looped around your ankles.
Lucifer huffs out a disappointed mutter when you sag against him, then guides you to wrap your arms around his neck. Luckily, Lucifer helps you redress yourself, pulling your boxers back up, then stuffing you back into your uniform dress pants- however, you're left in the sweat-stained blouse.
Lips press against your ear, a whispered threat. "You're going to walk by yourself. If you stumble or don't keep up, I will whip you bloody- understand?"
There's nothing you can do but nod. You've given yourself to Lucifer completely, mind, body, and soul- and a worshipper does not deny the requests of his god.
That will be all for today's showing folks, as always, thank you for viewing!
This was made based on a prompt I submitted to @akunya in uhhh... checks watch oh god February. I didn't mean to take this long. I started writing half of this several months ago, then I opened it this morning and suddenly blasted through the rest in like 5 hours. Possessed by the spirit of horny I guess...
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Hello there! It's the anon who made the Gojo x affectionate reader request, I have to say I absolutely love your writing, it's so adorable and wholesome!
Anyways, I wanted to make a similar request like the one I previously asked for, but with a different scenario- kinda.
So my prompt is that Reader is like Mitsuri(not female tho, but if you're ok with it maybe make them a bit effeminate? Like the soft boy aesthetic!), they are a 1st grader but have enough strength to beat even the strongest adult in Jujutsu High to the ground like a ragdoll, they're very sweet and affectionate and just precious in general. They are best friends with Gojo and Geto and were sent to deliver the Star Plasma Vessel with the boys since their strength and durability can put them in the same level as a Special Grade student.
Now here is where this whole scenario actually takes place; Reader somehow managed to enter the domain(?) that Suguru and Toji were fighting on, unfortunately they only manage to get to where they are after Toji had already defeated Geto and after seeing their best friend now bloodied and unconscious on the ground, Reader gets very pissed off and make it their personal goal to give Toji some righteous ass whooping for what he did to their friends and Amanai. And after they took care of Toji they took Geto and ran out of the domain before it could collapse on them.
Sorry if that's a long request! I like making my asks as detailed as I can and tend to go overboard, especially if it's about my current hyperfixations. I hope you' have a great day/afternoon/night! Also remember to stay hydrated and take breaks!😁
- Sincerely, 🌈 Anon.
★ - 'm so glad you liked it !! o(*////▽////*)q req's a tiny bit confusin' but 'm think 'm got the general gist of it!! :3
★ - 'm sorry but 'm wasn't exactly sure who the main character was, so 'm decided ta use em both cauze yanno they're right there!! ^_^
☆ - Teen! Satosugu x Male Reader — can be read as platonic or romantic!
♡ - Zuha's a bit silly n doesn't know how t'write fight scenes s'forgive 'im if it isn't suuuper good! ꒰#’ω`#꒱੭
This whole 'merging' with Riko was extremely taxing on you, Suguru, and Satoru, but it's almost over so you three can relax and play Digimon 'till you passed out!
"Uwaaa! I'm so tired..." You mutter, leaning on Suguru's shoulder as your group climbs the stairs leading to Tengen's barrier around Jujutsu High.
Riko beside you huffs. "You can at least pretend not to be!"
"I'm sure [Name] didn't mean anything by it." Kuroi smiles softly as the five of you finally reach the top of the stair way, safely inside Jujutsu High barriers.
You let out a sigh of relief. At first, you weren't entirely sure why you were put on the mission, you're only a first-grade sorcerer while Suguru and Satoru were special grades, but Yaga chalked it up to you being strong enough and your friends needing someone responsible to be with.
The mission took more out of Satoru than anyone else, you and Suguru were heavily aware of that. On Day Two, you stayed up with him the entire night, busying yourself with whatever videos you could find and an unhealthy amount of Sakura Mochi.
You hear Suguru tell Satoru he worked hard, and he did. Harder than the two of you could thanks to his technique. You make a mental note to yourself to treat the two of them to food when the merging is finally complete.
"I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat again." Satoru rolls his eyes, the blue glow that indicated he was using his Six Eyes dissipating.
You walk up behind him and hug Satoru from behind. "Goob job 'toru!" You make sure not to squeeze too tight, he was tired and you didn't want to make him physically hurt too.
The next thing that happens, hurts.
You feel something— it's sharp — enter your abdomen and exit through Satoru's sternum.
The two of you instinctively look back. You're inside the barrier which is supposed to protect you from any intruders, but obviously from the blood that's piling up your throat, it didn't.
Satoru uses a small version of Blue and Suguru uses a curse. It hurt, obviously. You couldn't use your technique to nullify it because it wouldn't do it's job of hurting the man behind you, so you let it pass.
You breathe to calm yourself and analyze your situation. Your eye is bruised, not blind but there is blood obscuring your vision. You definitely have internal bleeding, but it missed vital spots so you can suck it up and deal with it.
Satoru and Suguru are talking about something, but you're worried about Riko and Kuroi— some could argue that you should be worried about the hole in your stomach but your injuries come later, Riko and Kuroi need to be safe.
"Suguru, [Name], get them to Tengen-sama."
Suguru tenses, gazing between you three before nodding. "Be careful!"
You get up, internal bleeding be dammed, grabbing Riko's arm and running the other way with Suguru.
The bleeding of your eye gets worse with every step and you have to keep running despite coughing up blood more times than is healthy. Suguru looks back at you, worried, but you assure him you're okay.
You can't let Satoru down. You can't let Suguru down, so you force your body to deal with it— force your body to use RCT, something you know like the back of your hand due to your technique.
The four of you reach the elevator that leads to where Tengen stays. Suguru makes sure You, Kuroi, and Riko enter in first before pressing the button for the lowest floor.
"H-here!" Kuroi hands you a handkerchief to clean the blood off your hands. You mumble out a small "thanks" using it to wipe your face as well.
You're strong, you know that. Being a first grade while in the second year is an amazing feat, but fuck you were scared.
You're able to go through Satoru's Infinity just fine, but that's because of your technique. That man, whoever he was, shouldn't be. "Satoru's going to be fine, don't worry," Suguru says as if he can hear your thoughts, patting your arm for reassurance.
If Suguru says everything is going to be okay, then everything is going to be okay. You remind yourself to focus, focus, focus— because after this, you two will go help Satoru, and everyone will be fine.
The elevator stops and the four of you get out. You're beside Suguru and Riko and Kuroi trail behind you. All of a sudden, Kuroi stops.
She's crying and you can feel your heart breaking. This 'merging' thing was fucked up from the get-go. No kid should have to always have in the back of their mind that they're going to die, and there's nothing they can do to stop it.
"Suguru..." You mumble softly. You shouldn't be seeing this— it's private, meant to be between them. Suguru nods. He understands, he knows what's happening is messed up and he's going to do something about it, who cares what Tengen needs?
The walk is silent, unnervingly so but you're about to kill a kid. The thought makes your stomach churn but you do nothing about it. You're strong, you can deal with it.
"Suguru, I'm staying back." You say, hands pressed into a fist and your head hung low. You can't stomach the thought of willingly killing a kid— you won't forgive yourself even though you know you can't do anything about it.
Suguru doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to. You were put on the mission last minute, and he knows how empathetic you are.
You watch them make their way to Tengen's territory and you feel sick. You feel sick to your stomach, hunching down and forcing yourself to calm down.
"focus, focus, focus." You say like a mantra to yourself, even though you're scared. You know how to focus if the situation is right, but you just feel nauseous.
You hear steps walking closer and your heart jumps. It's Satoru! Satoru did it and now he's coming back to show that he's a part of the strongest duo in the Jujutsu world.
"Damn. Didn't know they had security here."
Your eyes widen. That voice doesn't sound like Satoru, and it doesn't look a thing like him. It's that man, the same one that went through Satoru's Infinity.
You can see him clearly now thanks to the yellow fluorescent lights on the sides of the wall.
He's more muscular than you you can tell that easily. His hair is flat against his head with eyes that don't have any form of empathy in them, and with a scar on his lip.
You aren't scared, surprisingly, you're angry— fucking livid.
He killed Kuroi, a woman who was so nice, so grateful for the things she'd had in life, a woman who didn't deserve to die. He killed Satoru— he killed the people you care about.
You don't ask questions, you don't stare with your mouth open like a moron, you start fighting.
You're struggling to keep your emotions in check even though the first and basic rule of Jujutsu Sorcery is to not let your emotions get in the way.
The man, whoever he is, grabs your wrist, hastily pocketing his gun and grabbing a knife, stabbing it straight through your sternum and dragging it down to your hip line.
He takes it out, your blood staining his forearm. He switches the way he's handling it and stabs you through your throat.
Your vocal cords and blood vessels are in pain, but you can't yell, can't scream, can't do anything. Your body face-first falls limp on the floor, pushing the knife deeper into your throat to the point it comes out the back of your neck.
He stomps on your head for good measure, grabbing his gun and walking towards where Geto and Riko are.
You feel your heart slowing down as your blood leaks to your fingers. You're dead, you're dead if you don't do something—anything. Your eyes close and blood leaks out of your mouth. You're done for.
The sound of rubble falling wakes you up, your hand twitching before you lug yourself up, the front of your uniform stained with your blood as the energy from your subconscious RCT flares off your body.
You pull the knife from your throat. It stings, obviously, but you don't care about that.
You know for a fact now that Satoru, Kuroi, and Riko are dead. With every step, you hear more crashing and buildings getting destroyed.
Your eyes scan the area. You can feel the output from one of Suguru's stronger curses, it's faint, most likely due to distance, but it's definitely there.
Jumping from the platform, you hastily make your way to where the energy was coming from.
You're there— so close until the building fucking collapses.
Your heart drops when all the dust and smoke clears. Suguru is lying down— is he dead? Oh Suguru, please don't be dead — an 'X' on his torso his eyes are closed and that same fucking man is standing in front of him.
"Shit kid, just can't stay dead can you?" His grin pisses you off. It's full of teeth as his scar grows wider.
He notices your expression, holding back a snicker. It looks just like the curse-eater's when he realized Gojo died. "Might wanna close your mouth, you'll catch a flyhead in there." He snickers, putting the blade he had back into his cursed spirit and getting a smaller weapon with two blades on it.
You grab a weapon out of your back pocket. Your technique barely helps in hand-to-hand combat so you're used to carrying a weapon on you that you're used to using. Why you didn't use it the first time, you aren't sure yourself.
It's a decent-sized blade Yaga had made with the technique of a retired sorcerer. Hammerspace or something, you don't really care. All you need now is that man dead.
You throw the knife at him for a distraction. He deflects it, like you expected. You ducked behind him, your hands curled up into a fist as your hand connected with the blade of his sword.
You had to make this quick so you can tend to Suguru.
Not giving him any time to land on his feet, you grab your blade from the air switching the grip into a reverse hammer and brute-forcing your way through his hand.
The blood splatters on your cheek, grabbing the blade out and using your other arm to hit him from the side.
You take a second to breathe. His arm has a hole in it and he's breathing heavily. That cocky grin finally wiped from his face.
Every single bone in your body was telling you to kill him, to put an end to him right then and there for killing people who didn't deserve it— for killing teenagers.
But then you remember Suguru. Suguru who's lying on the floor somewhere, most likely bleeding out. That is what pulls you out of your anger-infused trance, turning your back to the man and rushing for Suguru.
He doesn't try and kill you, thankfully, but you notice Riko's body is gone.
Pushing all that to the back of your mind, Riko's dead body, her lifeless face— her life that was cut too short because she was born as a vessel, you find Suguru.
His breathing is there, very faint, but it's there. Immediately starting RCT on his body as tears brim your eyes. You're crying now, crying over all the things you should've cried about before but were too busy trying to keep yourself alive— not that you could die anyway, you do RCT subconciously.
"Suguru... Suguru, please open your eyes," Your voice wavers as his uniform gets damp with your tears.
You keep RCT going, pressing your ear where Suguru's heart is as his blood stains your face. You cry over the death of Satoru, you cry that you weren't able to save Kuroi or Riko, you cry about how you couldn't kill the man that would've killed most of the people you knew— most of the people you care about.
"[N-Name]...?"
Suguru's voice sounds so weak. It sounds horse, like he's dehydrated, but it's there— God, Suguru's alive.
"'m sorry- was too weak- 'm so sorry S'gu!" You wail as the tears fall harder, your decently muscular arms wrapped around his torso as you wait for him to berate you, to yell at you for not killing that man when you had the chance.
"[Name]— It's okay, I just... fuck, okay, listen, it wasn't your fault, alright? He had a heavenly pact and from what I can see, you at least caused him to bleed." Suguru's hand wipes the blood on your cheek, his thumb presses against the grass to get the blood from that monkey off him.
"I'll check on Satoru, so wait here, okay?"
You don't have the heart to say no to him. You're too weak, too mentally fatigued to stand up and see the corpse of someone else you loved, someone else you cherished.
So you watch Suguru leave, accompanied by wet sniffles and dry wails, you curl in on yourself and wait obediently for someone to come get you.
You don't know if you're hallucinating, but you swear you see a patch of dark blue hair, blood leaking from Riko's the person's head before you pass out.
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||Blue and purple|| Ao'nung x M!reader
Ao'nung x Sully male reader! This wasn't supposed to be this long but I kind of got lost in writing. Whoops
Ao'nung being the smug asshole like always but he can't help himself but be drawn towards you
The last few weeks have been hell and back for you. Y/n Sully, you were the second oldest son of the Sully family, yet somehow you always ended up getting into trouble. It was his fault, Ao'nung who would never stop bothering your siblings, especially Lo'ak. With Lo'ak being your younger brother you would never let that slide, which brought you to the current situation.
You were going out for a walk till you found yourself face to face with your younger brother who seemed upset. Being curious as you are you asked him what was wrong to which he only huffed in return and replied an annoyed "Nothing." before walking off. So you walked into the direction you saw him coming from only to stumble across Ao'nung. Of course you thought, if someone managed to piss your brother off it would be him. Without thinking you stormed over to him who as soon as he saw you coming, smirked. "What did you do to Lo'ak." Ao'nung only rolled his eyes at you "What do you mean? Nothing." you huffed and stepped closer poking his chest each time. "You better leave him alone Ao'nung. I don't tolerate how you treat my little brother." He raised his hands still smirking at you "Easy there, I didn't do anything wrong." you scoffed at that and turned away from him. You didn't have the time neither the energy to deal with him right now.
Sparring him one last glance you made your way back to your families pod going to look for your younger brother, but instead found your older brother. "Neteyam" You called out to him. "Yes Y/n? What is it, something wrong?" He immediately asked back sensing distress in your voice as he turned to face you, you shook your head looking off to the side. "I was only wondering where Lo'ak is, I thought he would be here" you sighed out. Looking back at Neteyam. He gave you a puzzled look before putting down the knife and the piece of wood he had been holding. He placed his hand around your head and pulled you close, you rested your head on his shoulder as he rested his head on yours. "You need to stop stressing yourself out so much Y/n, he's gonna be just fine. You know how he is." Neteyam spoke softly running his hands through your braids, for a moment you closed your eyes and simply stayed like that. After a while you two stepped apart again "Thank you Neteyam" your older brother only smiled at you nodding going back to carving the piece of wood he was working on earlier.
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The next morning you were making your way to the beach, today you were planning on going on a swim with your ilu since you hadn't had much opportunity to do that the past few days. Much to your surprise a group was gathered there. Walking closer you could make out Tsireya, Tuk and Lo'ak across from them Rotxo and Ao'nung. Tuk saw you coming and pointed at you "Y/n!" she exclaimed happily as she ran towards you. You couldn't help it but chuckle at her as you walked towards her and picked her up "Well someone sure is happy to see me!" she giggled and wrapped her arms around your neck. Now with Tuk in your arm you walked over to the group. You greeted Tsireya which she returned politely, nodded at your brother and gave a simple hello to Rotxo and Ao'nung. "Oh great, another one" Ao'nung spat out. You only rolled your eyes and ignored him turning to Tsireya instead. "So? What are you guys planning to do?" Turns out the group wanted to go on a little swim with their ilu's and since you had the same idea you decided to join in. After summoning your ilu's you guys already had started to make your way through the water. You had decided to take Tuk with you but at some point that had been changed due to the group splitting up, Tuk was riding together with Tsireya and her ilu. So you had decided to explore the waters a little bit by yourself.
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Ao'nung had been waiting for a while and he was slowly starting to get tired of it. Where were you? Maybe he should have split up and went with you instead of going with Rotxo. The teal skinned na'vi let out a sigh leaning against a tree waiting for you.
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Finally arriving at the beach you were expecting to find your siblings but instead found Ao'nung standing against a tree with his eyes closed. "Where are Lo'ak and Tuk?" You asked him stepping out of the water "They ran off earlier to Eywa who knows where." he said opening his blue eyes to stare at you. You mumbled out a quick "I see" while slowly walking towards the village. You didn't know where any of your siblings were and you didn't really feel like going back to your pod either. Just as you were about to take off Ao'nung cleared his throat. You turned to look at him and saw that he was holding out his arm towards you, confused at that you watched as he opened his hand. He was holding a shell, it had a purple-ish color with a tad bit pink thrown into it. You looked up at him again searching for any sign of expression on his face that could tell you what he was expecting you to do. He looked back at you a bit annoyed and shoved the shell into your hand "Take it already, what are you waiting for?" he exclaimed. Now with the shell in your hand you took a better look at it, it had a pretty pattern that reminded you off the waves. You looked back to Ao'nung again who was standing there having his arms crossed, waiting for your reaction. "Thank you?" You said a bit confused at his gesture "It's whatever, I saw the shell and it reminded me of your bracelet." you looked at him surprised. For a matter of fact you did have a bracelet with pink and purple beads. Before you could say anything else, the male na'vi had already started to walk off. "See you tomorrow?" You said as you watched him leave without even sparring you as much as a glance.
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Later on your family decided to have dinner together, you sat between your two brothers. You weren't really hungry so you only ate a small fish and were waiting for everyone else to finish. You looked down at the shell in your hand and started to trace the pattern on it. It looked beautiful, you could stare at it forever but you were quickly ripped out of your thoughts when you felt someone shake your shoulder. "Huh- yeah?" You asked a bit startled turning to Neteyam who had been the one to attack your shoulder like that. He gestured to your Mother, Neytiri. Embarrassed you quickly turned your attention to her, shell still in your hand. "Sorry Mom, what did you say again?" Your mother starred at you for a second before reaching out to touch your cheek "Are you okay Y/n?" you nodded leaning into her touch. "I'm okay Mom, I was just a little lost in my thoughts. Apologies." Your Mother smiled at you before pointing at the shell in your hand. "That's a pretty shell, where did you find that?" You took a look at the shell in your hand again and help it up so everyone could take a better look at it. "Actually, Ao'nung was the one who gave it to me. He said it reminded him of my bracelet." Tuk leaned forward to take a better look at the shell "Well it does match your bracelet Y/n!" you nodded at her. While you, Tuk and your mother were busy taking a closer look at the shell Lo'ak and Neteyam spared each other a glance. 'The hell' signed Lo'ak to his older brother who was just as confused as him and shrugged back as a response. They both looked at their father who had been looking at the shell as well before turning to look at his two sons. "Well at least someone is trying to get on good terms with the chiefs son." Jake said especially looking at his younger son which made him roll his eyes. "I'm rather confused myself, because just a day ago I was actually fighting with him." You said casually after hearing the comment your Dad made. Kiri smiled at you and Tuk started to snicker after seeing your Dad's annoyed face. "Oh great" Said your father sarcastically which made everyone let out a small giggle.
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The next day was actually pretty calm, today was your turn on catching fish to eat. You got the task done fastly and then returned to just walking along the beach. You thought back to yesterday, since Ao'nung had made the trouble of gifting you something, why not return it? So you occasionally shoved some sand apart with your feet looking for a shell you could gift to the teal skinned na'vi. You were looking for a blue shell, one that matched his eyes. Now that you think about it, Ao'nung has very pretty eyes. You remember the way they seem to sparkle everytime the water gets reflected in them. Time to find a shell that matches that glimmer you thought to yourself starting to dig through the sand.
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On your way back to the village you met Tsireya with Lo'ak. You greeted her smiling "Hello Tsireya, you wouldn't possibly know where Ao'nung is right?" Lo'ak glanced at you in disgust at even mentioning his girlfriends brother to which you only stuck your tongue out at him. The pretty Metkayina giggled at your interaction "I last saw him at our pod, I think he was helping out father with something." you nodded in return thinking you should maybe look for him later again. Tsireya seemed to catch on what you were thinking. "They should be done by now Y/n." She flashed you another smile which you returned. "I see, thank you then." You turned to your brother telling him to stay out of trouble before you made your way to your destination.
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Ao'nung had gone hunting with his father and had helped his mother with her daily task, with him being the oldest and only son that was his duty. So now it was time for him simply to relax, or so he thought. His mother, Ronal suddenly came walking up to him with his father right behind her. He raised his eyebrows at them "Someone is there for you." spoke Ronal awaiting her son's reaction. Ao'nung looked at her confused before getting up and going to see for himself. Standing in front of his families pod was none other than you. Taking one last glance at his parents he stepped outside to meet the other na'vi. "Ao'nung, it's nice to see you" You told him with a smile. He smirked at you in return "What can I do for you Y/n?" he asked keeping his voice somewhat down due to his parents just standing a few feet away from the both of you. You shook your head at his response "Nothing, I just have something for you." Ao'nung watched as you reached into a small leather bag that was hanging at your hip. Behind him Ronal was doing the same thing glancing at her mate a few times. The teal skinned na'vi watched as you pulled out a blue sparkly shell out of the bag. Tonowari looked at you in surprise when you gave Ao'nung the shell who had the same expression on his face as his father. "This is for you, for yesterday you know.." Your trailed off a bit awkwardly watching Ao'nung trail his fingers over the shell. You also noticed the way Ronal and Tonowari were starring at you which made you sweat all off a sudden.
"Well um,, I've got to go now. See you around Ao'nung?" Said na'vi watched you run off nearly tripping twice over some stones in the way, he laughed at that. The shell you had gave him, it was big and extremely sparkly. Where the hell had you even found that thing? The teal skinned na'vi nearly jumped out of his skin when he suddenly felt a hand press against his shoulder. "This shell.. why did he give it to you?" His mother asked him looking down at the shell a bit sceptically. Ao'nung turned away flushing dark blue "I gave him one as well yesterday." he looked at his father for help. Tonowari caught his look and stepped closer to the both of them taking a closer look at the shell. "Son, are you trying to court the Omatikaya boy?" If Ao'nung hadn't been embarrassed before he was now "What? No! That would be rediculous, why would I court an forest boy out of everyone!" flushing an even deeper shade of blue he stomped back into the pod. Tonowari watched as his son stomped off "You're right, he is." spoke Ronal suddenly. "He never once gifted anyone a shell before, he is trying to court that Omatikaya boy in the old traditional way." She looked towards her mate who agreed with her, Ao'nung was definitely trying to court Y/n if he wanted to admit it or not.
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The following days had been spend with helping your parents or taking care of your siblings. Anytime you came across Ao'nung he always seemed to be acting a bit weird but you didn't give it much thought. Going back to your pod you found Rotxo waiting for you "Oh Y/n, there you are!" he exclaimed seeming relieved. You walked towards him giving him a small nod "You need anything? If you're looking for Kiri I don't know where she is." Rotxo shook his head and walked towards you. Only now you noticed the small bag he was carrying with him. "What's that?" You asked the teal skinned male curiously looking down at it. He offered for you to take the bag which you did, you immediately opened it out of curiousity. Inside the bag were pearls, lots of pearls. You took a few out to take a better look at them, they were so clean and shiny you could see your own reflection in them. You smiled widely and seeing that Rotxo smirked knowingly. "These are from Ao'nung, he told me to give them to you." You looked up at him "Why didn't he personally give them to me then?" Rotxo shrugged at your question.
But you knew that there was more to it than he wanted to admit. Either way you thanked him for giving them to you and made your way inside the pod where your parents and Lo'ak were sitting. "Mom, Dad" You greeted them and simply nodded your head at your younger brother who mimicked you. Lo'ak was the first to notice you holding the bag. "What's that?" He asked trying to take it out of your hand already. "None of your business" You resorted back which earned a 'Hey' from him. You giggled before sitting down next to him "Okay okay, look it's just pearls. Nothing more okay?" you opened the bag for him to take a look inside it. "And where did you get them from?" He asked already half expecting for you to bring up a specific Metkayina na'vi. "They're from Ao'nung, Rotxo gave them to me." You smiled looking down at the pearls and watched as Lo'ak cringed away from the corner of your eyes. "Ew, and you accepted them?"
You rolled your eyes at him "Of course I did, they're a gift from him to me. I'm sure he also spend a lot of time collecting all these pearls." your younger brother only scoffed at you and excused himself walking off somewhere. You looked down at the pearls and turned to your mother "Mom you wouldn't possibly happen to have any string would you?"
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Dragging your feet across the sand you were in a hurry, you didn't want to be late and miss him. You somehow overslept so now you had to hurry. It was kind of hard running in sand but you managed. You slowed down as soon as you finally spotted the teal skinned na'vi, you walked the last bit trying to catch your breath. "Ao'nung!" You called out, as soon as he had heard your voice he turned around into your direction. So did the other two na'vis that were standing with him, you didn't recognize them.
Ao'nung was confused on why you were there but nothing the less he walked over to you. He stood in front of you practically shielding you from the other two na'vi he was with. "Why are you here Y/n?" You fidgeted a bit under his gaze "I just, wanted to thank you personally for the pearls you got me and well.. give you this." you pulled out a bracelet you had made, with the very pearls he had gifted to you. "I made you this bracelet, uh look- I have one too. So we're matching" You said showing off your bracelet which could already be found around your right arm. He took the bracelet you made him without saying a word. For a moment he was simply holding it in his hands just admiring it. Ao'nung didn't know what to say, he looked down at the bracelet seeing his own reflection in the pearls and only then noticed that he was smiling. He quickly cleared his throat looking off to the side. "Thank.. you" He spoke quietly hoping that you couldn't hear how fast his heart was beating. A voice from behind Ao'nung suddenly interrupted the moment "Ao'nung, are you coming now or what?" one of the na'vi he had been standing with shouted sounding somewhat annoyed. "I'm coming" Was his response, Ao'nung turned to look at you again "I'm happy to be matching with you." and with that he turned away completely missing the dark blue blush that had made it's way across your face.
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You were sitting at a bonfire with Lo'ak, just simply starring into the flame. As much as you tried to distract yourself, your thoughts always wandered back to what Ao'nung had said to you earlier. You couldn't help yourself but feel extremely flustered everytime you thought back to it. The image of him smiling appeared in front of your eyes over and over again, you sighed laying your head between your knees. Lo'ak looked at you out the corner of his eyes "What's going on between you and fish lips?" you let out a small giggle at the nickname. "First off, don't call him that okay. And second, what do you mean with that?" Your younger brother rolled his eyes at your question. "Don't think I don't notice the way he always keeps eyeing you, or the little hearts in your eyes whenever you look at him." Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as you let out a dry. "Ha ha." Lo'ak snickered before turning to you "No but I'm serious, what's going on between you two? From what I catched he's just constantly gifting you random shit. Don't tell me that you and him are-" you violently shook your head flushing deep blue. "No- we are not together. Me and Ao'nung are simply just, friends." Your brother raised his eyebrow at you, his face screamed really dude? You looked away from him embarrassed. "You know, if I didn't know better I would think he's trying to get into your pants-" You hit Lo'ak on the head making him laugh loudly. "What? I'm just saying." You huffed at him turning to look at the bonfire again "Very mature of you Lo'ak." the rest of the night was spend with you two teasing each other or just talking about random stuff until you eventually decided to go to sleep.
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You woke up in the middle of the night, thinking you heard something you slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes. "Lo'ak! Lo'ak did you hear that?" Your brother only turned away from you after sighing out and annoyed "No" and telling you to go back to sleep. So you did, or you at least tried to. You just simply couldn't sleep again. So you decided that a little walk couldn't hurt. You nearly got a fucking heart attack when you suddenly saw a figure appear in front of you. Before you could scream a hand covered your mouth. "What are you doing? Do you want to wake everyone up or what?" That voice was way too familiar, as soon as your eyes adjusted to the darkness a bit more you could finally make out those way too familiar features. Big blue eyes, teal skin and his that gaze that you could recognize anywhere. You raised your arms signalling him that you won't scream, his gaze lingered on you for a little while longer before he took his hand away from your mouth again. "Don't sneak up to me like that then if you don't want me to scream- jeez Ao'nung. You nearly scared me to death!"
You angrily whispered at him which made him roll his eyes as he stepped back a bit giving you more room to move around. "What are you doing out here anway, specially at this time?" The teal skinned na'vi shrugged "I couldn't sleep." you nodded at that since you were struggling with the same thing. "So you decided to go on a walk" Ao'nung hummed at your response. "Me too, I can't sleep either." The blue eyed na'vi inhaled a deep breath before he looked at you again "What about we go on a walk together?" you looked at him and catched his gaze. As soon as your eyes met his breath got stuck in his throat as he started fidgeting with his hand waiting for your answer. A small smile made it's way onto your face seeing his reaction. "Sure, I would love that."
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You didn't really know how it came to it, but after a while you found yourself laying next to Ao'nung on the beach simply just watching the stars. There were no clouds in the sky which made everything clear. You raised your hand and pointed to one star "See that one?" you asked. "That's where my Dad is from" Ao'nung looked up to the star you were pointing at before looking at your hand and tracing your skin all the way back to your body. Feeling his gaze on you, you turned to look at him as well. Everything was quiet, not a word was said as you two looked into each other's eyes. After a while the both of you looked away, you awkwardly cleared your throat and chuckled a bit.
"You know... You aren't that bad for a forest boy." You playfully rolled your eyes at Ao'nungs comment. "Wow, one way to go man" You heard the teal skinned na'vi snicker next to you and you couldn't help but join in. All of a sudden Ao'nung sat up, which startled you a bit at first. You looked at him confused and as soon as he catched your gaze he only smiled at you and mimicked the sound of an ilu to summon them. You watched him as you sat up yourself. "I want to show you something." Ao'nung held his hand out for you, you grabbed it, he pulled you up and started dragging you towards the water where his ilu was waiting already. He made a bond with his Tsaheylu and got on his ilu. "Come Y/n" He said looking back at you gesturing to sit behind him, you complied to his idea. Not sure where to position your hands you wrapped them around Ao'nungs waist not wanting to fall off randomly on the way. You felt somewhat embarrassed at it, especially after you saw the smirk that Ao'nung gave you. "Let's just go already.." You mumbled out pressing yourself up against Ao'nungs back. Just as fast as you said it you two were off already, diving in and out the water on the Metkayinas ilu.
After a while you two came to an halt, the teal skinned na'vi nodded at you to get off so you did. He followed shortly after breaking his connection with his ilu. You looked around the place, there were little dots glowing in the water? You looked up at Ao'nung who was swimming towards a rock, so you followed him not wanting to be left behind. The blue eyed na'vi helped you get onto the rock after having climbed on it himself. You looked into the water again seeing the little dots move "What are those?" you asked confused. Ao'nung looked into the water as well seemingly waiting for something "You'll see just in a second" he said confidently. And he was right, just a few seconds later the glowing dots started to get bigger and that's when you realized that all of those little dots you had seen where just thousands of glowing squids. You looked at them in awe, some of them glowed red, some blue, some purple and some even yellow! Your smile had become even bigger when you saw one that glowed green "Look Ao'nung- there's a green one!" you pointed at it smiling like an idiot. Ao'nung watched as your pretty golden eyes reflected all the colors of the glowing squids in them. He couldn't help but watch you as your smile spread everytime you saw another squid with a different color. There was a child-like glint in your eyes as you stared at everything in awe. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, the stars shining in the background made the scene even prettier. Right then is when you turned to look at him to say something about a turquoise squid but you stopped yourself before you could say anything. Ao'nung was smiling, it wasn't like you hadn't seen him smile before but something about this particular smile was just, different.
Squids long forgotten all your attention was on him now, as was his on you. His eyes flickered down to your lips for half a second before meeting your eyes again. You took in his expression. He looked unsure, something was holding him back of speaking his mind. Your face softened and you took both of his hands in yours "What's wrong Ao'nung?" you asked softly squeezing his hands. He shook his head at your question and smiled again, although he still looked somewhat unsure. "It's okay, I wouldn't ever judge you for anything." You tried to reassure him. "I know, that's the thing Y/n." You were confused on what he meant with that. He slowly slid his hands out if yours, placing one of them on your cheek. Not even a second later his lips were pressed against yours. You closed your eyes at that as he gently kissed you as if not to scare you off. When the two of you broke apart again, he leaned his forehead onto yours, hand still on your cheek brushing it slowly. He looked into your eyes and exhaled.
"I see you Y/n"
You grinned at him.
"I see you, Ao'nung"
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𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ LOVEFOOL , RUGGIE BUCCI.
ruggie was always a nervous wreck around you and how could he forget the partner project the two of you have? this is the worst day ever...
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 𝓼ummary. gn!reader, ruggie being a nervous wreck, possible ooc?, fluff, and uh second hand embarassment?? maybe??
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ 𝓷ote. THIS IS SO AWKWARD GOODBYE, also- I'm taking commissions (check out pinned for more info) !! not very much romance actions on this one since it's supposed to be awkward for ruggie...
"how 'bout you an' me go on a date sometimes? yeah? we could go to an arcade a relieve those obvious stress you have on your shoulders." ruggie smirked at the random female sitting at one of the tables in monstro lounge, the sea anemone on top of his head that sprouted on his head stood proudly as he tries to ignore the female's not-so-discreet staring at it.
the female that he was making advances on covered her mouth as a pink hue of blush erupted on her face and ruggie knew that he got her hooked, it was now time to reel her in and finally get those donuts he'd been eyeing at that luxurious bakery.
don't judge him, alright! ruggie knew that the motive behind his flirting was bad and that he was taking advantage of the girl's financial state but it was obvious that the lady was rich and he's sure that it wouldn't make a dent on the woman's bank account considering the amount of shiny jewels that adorned her body...
"well, how about you give me you number an-"
"ruggie!"
"whoops..."
just as he was about to pull out his phone so the female could type in her number, his actions was stopped by a loud booming voice that yelled his name and he knew that it was yours- your voice was the only one that can make his ears go back and bombard his mind with questions of what he did.
the sounds of footsteps neared him as he anticipated for the scolding of his life. "ruggie! what are you doing here? you promised that we'll finish the group project that mister crewel assigned to us." your voice came behind him as he whipped around to face you. ah crap, so that was what he forgot about.
"heyyy (name)..." he dragged on your name, one of his hands were placed on his waist as he leaned on the table trying to hide the female behind him- he didn't want you thinking he's a womanizer now!
"I- uhm.. I didn't mean to forget about it! I swear! ya know... I was so busy with monstro lounge stuff and i completely forgot about it- but! I was trying to remember it and uh.. i swear! it was on top of my head but I just couldn't exactly remember what it was..."
ruggie nervously chuckled and a now red hue could be seen on his face as his eyes darted around the room to avoid your scrutinizing gaze at him.
"busy with monstro lounge stuff that you placed upon yourself? also, who's she?"
you peeked behind ruggie's shoulder and waved at the woman who awkwardly waved back at you, she looked as if she wanted to bolt out of here.
"she's my friend! right...? err...? hahahha...." ruggie completely forgot the woman's name behind him and the sight of your eyesbrows scrunching up in suspicion made him break out in a sweat.
"your friend? erm.. okay, well, I'll just sit around here while I wait for you, I'm sure azul won't mind." you shrugged, azul would clearly mind that you're loitering around his restaurant but what can he do? (he can make the twins kick you out)
"r-really? I get off after...hm.. after an hour, are you okay waiting that long?" ruggie looked at the clock on the wall of the restaurant to check the time and he looked back at you again with a guilty expression.
"ya don't have to wait for me that long.. you could just leave the project behind at my dorm room and I'll finish it." ruggie let out a nervous laugh, he hoped that he wasn't embarrassing himself too much in front of you. it was already humiliating enough that you have to go here and approach him just to remind him of the project the two of you have.
"it's no problem, ruggie. I could review the lessons while I wait for you so it's not really a problem." you smiled reassuringly at him and ruggie couldn't help but thank the sevens above that you were his partner in this project, if he was paired up with someone other than you he knew that they would've already yelled at him for being an inconvenience, truly you were sent from above.
"w-well then! in that case I should hurry up before one of the twins see me not running around and tell azul! bye!" ruggie hurriedly walked away from you and left you alone with the woman that you knew he was flirting with, the hyena's voice wasn't exactly quiet...
"so uhm- hi?"
"I didn't mean to flirt with your boyfriend! I thought he was single..." the woman suddenly blurted out and whispered the last part of her sentence, she looked utterly horrified and guilty that you can't help but reassure her.
"It's alright.. wait- boyfriend?!" your face heated up as what the woman uttered sunk in your brain and you couldn't help but be overcome with embarrassment.
"uhm.. yeah, aren't you his girlfriend? he was looking at you with googly eyes and his entire demeanor shifted when you came.." the woman anxiously trailed off and she genuinely seemed to think that the two of you and ruggie were a thing.
"he's not my boyfriend! well, I mean he is my boy friend since you know.. he's my friend that's a boy but uh!" your hands flew around you as you blabbered out random words hysterically.
"It's okay, no need to explain to me. the two of you looks so cute together and I'd hate to be on the way of your story with him." the woman reassured you and tried to calm you down as your yelling was kind of attracting the eyes of other customers...
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Riff + "I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn" ?? x
I rewatched WSS today and ngl it feels good to return to writing Riff
Still accepting blurb requests! - Open to new characters!!
Fluff 5 - " I don't really know how to dance..." || "It's never too late to learn"
"You know, normally people actually... you know dance at a dance, girly girl."
Y/N smiled shyly at her friend. Riff had come over to where she had huddled herself into the corner of the gym, hoping to let the eyes of her peers pass over her. She should've known Riff wouldn't be able to do that, considering it was he who had spent the better part of the last few weeks trying to convince her to take a night off of work to attend the dance.
"I'm just having a drink," Y/N lifted the cup of punch to emphasise her point. Something fluttered in her chest at the slight eye roll it garnered from Riff, who folded his arms and leaned against the wall beside her.
"Well I'm sure by now you're nice and hydrated and ready to take the dance floor by storm, right doll?" He teased, eyebrows raising.
Y/N chuckled, forcing herself to look away from his eyes, determined not to get caught out staring. It was just... it was rare to see Riff in a state of such - for lack of a better term - cleanliness. Y/N was used to seeing her friend covered in paint or dust from his scuffles with both his fellow Jets and the Sharks.
And the jacket he was wearing this evening didn't have a single hole ripped into it. A shocking feat, if you were to ask Y/N.
Basically, what she was trying to say was that Riff cleaned up well. And Y/N wasn't really sure how to respond to that.
"I don't have a partner," Y/N denied, pretending to find something particularly interesting about the wood patterning of the gym floor, tracing the lines with the toe of her shoe. Anything to avoid the disbelieving look Riff was directing towards her.
"That's a load of horseshit," Riff finally burst out with a scoff. Y/N risked a glance at his blue eyes just in time to watch him roll them yet again. "I'm right here, girly girl. Aren't I?"
And... yes. Y/N supposed Riff was right there. For almost a month now she and her childhood friend had been skirting the borders between friendship and... something more. Stemming from a night of too much stolen beer, where they had ended up stealing away from the Jets - not overly secretively, if their whoops and hollers were anything to go by at the time - and Riff had pressed her up against a wall in an alleyway and-
Well... Y/N could feel the heat crawling up her neck at the memory and she suppressed a shiver.
Since then, things had changed between them. Riff would walk her home from work more often, he'd pull her onto his lap when they were talking, he'd wind an arm around her waist if he thought she was getting a little too comfortable with any of the other Jets.
A couple more stolen kisses here and there, too. But Riff hadn't said anything. Hadn't done anything to indicate that he actually wanted something more than... the casual-more-than-friendship thing that they had going on.
At least, that had been true up until he had started harassing her about coming to the dance. And if the intense look he was giving her was anything to go by, Y/N was getting the feeling that had been Riff trying to make it.. something official.
Though, Y/N had apparently taken too long to formulate a response to Riff's blatant invite. Because the leader was clearing his throat, pushing himself more upright and it was he avoiding her eyes now. Y/N could have sworn she saw a dusting of pink across his cheeks.
"Or - I mean I'm sure any of the Jets would dance with you if you asked. No need to have one partner."
Riff went as though to move away, but Y/N reached out to catch her fingers in his sleeve before he could get too far.
"I didn't mean it like that," she whispered. Riff cocked his head to the side, questioning. "I do want to dance with you, Jet Boy. I promise. It's just... I don't really know how to dance?" She offered, forcing herself to meet Riff's eyes.
A slow smirk made its way across his face, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he showed his amusement. And then Riff plucked the cup out of her hand, placing it on a nearby table and presenting Y/N with his hand in a dramatic flourish that had Y/N grinning.
"It's never too late to learn, girly girl."
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It's not like I'm into vampires stuff or something.. but I actually am, so I can't stop thinking about Cazador and his spawns.
I forgot to take a clean screenshot so he's halfway to dying whoops (;_:)
Look so much hidden potential here. Slaughtering of whole Szarr family; vampire game of thrones and their fighting over power; Lady Incognita, Cazador's niece, turned into a vampire yet preserving her own will so it means she wasn't a spawn but a true vampire; Cazador being cunning and smart enough to rule coven over 200 years; Donnella Szarr (vampire mommy) turned Vellioth (probably he killed her to became a patriarch) and then he turned Donnella's son (Cazador).. such drama, eh?
Good discussion material. But I'm here for spawns because it's kinda frustrating not to know their order.
So.
Aurelia (Tiefling, female)
I think, she was the first. Aurelia is the only tiefling and it make sense, because ascending ritual demands runes to be written in infernal language. If you want to start collecting thousands of souls, you need to be sure you going to scarve right words on victims flesh.
Astarion (High Elf, male) and Violet (High (?) Elf, female)
Two elves, male and female. At the same time or just about. Astarion said he was "one of the first", so not the first one. Most likely, second? I suppose he doesn't remember because first few years after turning into a spawn must have been rough and quite shitty (so as the 200 years that came after). Also I've a guess Cazador decided to "alternate" male and female spawns.
Yousen (Gnome, male)
Astarion has a problem with gnomes I don't quite understand but it seems like Violet has the same problem too. In Cazador's palace player can find her diary. Of all spawns she only mentioned "whining runt" Yousen and garlic she left in his bed to "gave him a nasty rash". I guess Violet choose him for her bitch game because there's nobody else to choose between at time. Comparing to eldest spawn and another elf Yousen is an easy target.
Dalyria (High (?) Elf, female) and Pale Petras (Human, male)
Dalyria is a former Physician General to the Parliament of Baldur's Gate. She has memories of past (mortal) life, didn't lost her skills and tried to experimenting with Victoria's blood. So she isn't one of elder spawns because didn't abandon hope to find cure yet.
Petras said he's 100 years old and he's a human so I guess it's a "spawn" age.
Leon (Human, male)
Obviously the latest because he has a living daughter of ~10 years old or so. It seems Cazador finally figured out how to make "obedient" spawns. It took 7 tries but he found a perfect recipe: just find those who can be easily manipulated by threatening theirs loved ones.
just a guesses, of course
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First Editions
The manager of one of the most illustrious coffee shoppes in London, and a mysterious grumpy businessman (who may or may not be some kind of mob boss).
What could possibly go wrong?! Right....
"Stop looking at him like that, it's creepy!" Margary leaned over, hissing in your ear. Brushing off the unpleasant sensation you leaned back and gave her a dirty look.
"I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about, Margary!" Grabbing several paper towels, you began furiously wiping up a wet spot on the counter. Folding her arms, she raised a brow and gave you a knowing look.
"Don't think I haven't noticed how you've been staring at him every time he comes in! And don't try to deny it!" Clenching the towels in your hand you closed your eyes and clenched your teeth. She wasn't wrong. Much as you hated to admit it, you'd developed something of a... fascination for the older British gentleman who'd taken to coming in everyday now.
And every morning he ordered the same thing. A plain hot earl gray tea, cream on the side. Then he'd do the same thing, every day. He took his tea and sat in the exact same chair at the exact same table, every day. And every day you watched him shake open the paper. And he sat there for exactly forty-five minutes to the dot. Never a minute more, never a minute less. Then he'd neatly fold and crease his paper, tuck it under his arm, return the empty teacup, and thank you in that clipped accent of his, and he'd walk out the door.
In the weeks he'd been frequenting the shoppe where you managed, you'd exchange a handful of words with the man, and that was a generous estimate at best. And yet, somehow, you'd become fairly well acquainted with the stodgy man.
For starters, he was wealthy. Disgustingly if you had to guess. From the way he dressed to the way he carried himself, he exuded confidence and that old-world charm that seemed to be going rapidly extinct. His appearance was always meticulous.
He didn't dress in a flashy manner, that had you supposing that he was a self-made man who valued his money, and preferred to invest in the quality of his garments rather than simply following whatever was the idiotic trend of the week dictated by the self-proclaimed fashion gods.
In summary, you were besotted.
"I swear, you've got some serious daddy issues, or a major grandpa kink." Margary's voice dragged you out of your thoughts and back to your present reality. Coffee. Strong coffee at that. Your shoppe prided itself on the special blends you brewed. It was rumored that even members of the royal family popped in from time to time, discreetly of course. Tossing the towels in the bin, or trashcan as you'd say back home, you threw Margary a wry grin.
"Maybe it's a little bit of both, Marge." You chuckled at her scowl. You knew she hated that nickname, which was precisely why you continued using it.
"He actually remembered your name today." She teased, bumping your hip playfully as she passed to wipe down the tables.
"Yeah, yeah, big whoop." Rolling your eyes, you opened the cash register to make sure you'd have enough funds to make it through lunch. Business usually tapered off around 12:30, meaning you'd most likely be able to dash to the bank and back without being missed.
Margary hated holding down the fort, but hey, perks of being the manager, right? Flipping through the fives, you were so focused on counting and facing the bills, initially you didn't notice when a customer came to stand in front of the register. He cleared his throat.
"I'll be right with you." You said politely, glancing up absently. Him. Your throat constricted and your grip on the bills tightened. "Mr. Lannister." Your voice sounded a pitch too high even to your ears. Stuffing the bills back into the drawer, you slammed it shut just a bit more forcefully than necessary. A ghost of a smirk crossed his face, but before you could fully appreciate it, his features fell back into their usual passive refrain, and he slid the empty teacup across the counter.
"You're finished early." The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You felt a telltale flush creep up the back of your neck. He did smirk this time. You reached for the teacup, utterly mortified. You weren't supposed to keep tabs on how long customers spent in the shoppe. That was creepy, right?
"Yes, I've unforeseen matters to attend to."
Your heart jumped at that. He was talking to you. Sure, it was vague and a bit cryptic, but Tywin Lannister was actually talking to you. And while his expression remained impassive, something in his eyes told you he wasn't exactly pleased to have his schedule messed up.
That you could understand. As a rule of thumb, you yourself were a creature of habit. If your plans were screwed with, it had the strong potential to through your whole day off.
"Well, I hope it resolves itself." Offering what you hoped was a conciliatorily smile, you placed the teacup in the mess bucket and turned to take it to the dishwasher.
"Oh, just one moment." You turned expectantly. He flipped open his brief case and fished out a book. A very old book from the looks of it. "Here." He held out the book and you took it gingerly. "I recall we were discussing the classics,"
"We were?" You blurted without thinking. Mr. Lannister soured at your outburst. Pursing your lips, you waited for him to continue.
"Perhaps I heard you and your friend discussing it in passing, regardless, I recall you mentioning that you'd never read 'Anna Karinina'. To be quite honest I found such a notion appalling. Most likely the result of the poor education system in the states." Your head span like a dervish under his barrage of words, you hadn't been aware he was even capable of so many. "Nevertheless, that is neither here nor there," He continued, shutting his briefcase. "You now possess a copy, and I expect you to read it." His eyes pierced through you with the order.
"Yes, sir." You murmured, your ears burning under the heat of his gaze.
"You seem intelligent. And an intelligent woman should be well read." He tapped on the cover of the book for emphasis. Your mouth went dry, and you found it impossible to tear your eyes away from his. You were vaguely aware of yourself nodding in agreement. With a final curt nod, he left without so much as a look back.
Looking down at the book, you actually took the time to look at it. A first edition copy of 'Anna Karinina'.
"What did he say? Come on, tell me!" Margary rushed over, animated and full of questions.
"He... gave me this." You gestured to the book and handed it to her without a second thought. The shock of the encounter had left you a little hazy.
"This is a first edition, those aren't cheap!" She looked at you and narrowed her eyes. "What else did he say?"
"I think I need to sit down." The blood rushed to your head, and your knees wobbled. Margary placed the book on the counter and grabbed your arm.
"Easy, girl, come on, easy does it." She pulled out a chair at one of the tables and you sat with a heavy thud. "I observed,"
"You eavesdropped." You looked at her pointedly. Margary huffed.
"I eavesdropped. But I couldn't hear much." She grumbled, tapping her nails on the table. "But I saw how he looked at you."
"How did he look at me?" You squirmed in your seat; not certain you wanted Margary's undoubtedly accurate insight. Somehow it might make it... real... tangible. She leaned forward and looked at you seriously.
"He was practically eye fucking you through the entire conversation." She said with a bit more gravitas than you'd have liked. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you willed your head to stop spinning. "What else did he say?" Her tone was gentler this time, concern shining in her eyes. You sighed heavily and propped your chin in your hand.
"He said I seemed intelligent."
"He's seducing you." She concluded. Your mouth opened and you looked at her as though she'd grown a second head.
"Margary, be serious! A man like Tywin Lannister,"
"My point, exactly." She cut you off, adamantly. "A man like Tywin Lannister, with his reputation, and his well-known disdain for Americans, no offence,"
"None taken." You waived a hand dismissively. "Continue."
"When a man like that starts handing out expensive books and compliments, that's as good as him propositioning you."
"Well, he sure has a funny way of going about seduction, and what do you mean, reputation?" You look up at her before closing your eyes and rubbing your temples.
"You honestly haven't heard the rumors?"
"If I had I wouldn't be asking, would I, Margary." If you'd opened your eyes at that moment, you'd have seen the nasty look she was giving you.
"No need to get snippy with me."
"Sorry." You sighed, dropping your forehead to the table's surface. Placated, she continued.
"He's a terribly mysterious businessman, few people actually know how he makes his money."
"And naturally people imagine the worst and flap their gums."
"Flap their gums?" She blinks, confused. You cracked a small grin.
"Gossip, Margary, gossip."
"Ah, I see. You and your American idioms." She shook her head. "All I'm saying is... tread lightly when dealing with the likes of Tywin Lannister." She reached out and squeezed your hand. Your grin turned wry, and you returned the squeeze before releasing her hand.
"I'll keep that in mind, besides," Pulling away from the table you stood up and shrugged. "What's the likelihood I'll actually end up in his bed?" You both chuckled.
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Hi! If ur still taking requests for Ted Logan atm can I ask for super fluffy headcanons or a oneshot where he has a s/o who’s his exact opposite personality-wise (like they’re grumpy, sarcastic, cynical, and just has that “I hate everyone but you” attitude with Ted). Basically the black cat to his golden retriever. Thank u if u decide to do this!!
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summary: opposites do attract. (gn!reader)
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A/N: whoops, I think I projected a little. thanks for requesting!!
It was comical, how different you and your adoring boyfriend were.
It was a comparison that many pointed out, if they didn't know either of you too well. Ted was generally optimistic to the point of obliviousness. He was cheerful, goofy, and was physically incapable of being rude to anybody; it wasn't hard to see that he was an all-around good guy. And the complete and utter truth was that you weren't any of those things. Blunt, pessimistic, always having a hard edge to your words.
To an outsider, it seemed impossible that people who were completely diametrically opposed in terms of personality and demeanor could be in a relationship in the first place. After all, there was that old saying: "opposites attract", but that usually didn't work outside of the movies. Differences brought conflict, and the more things people had in common, the better.
However, any of your mutual close friends would know of your insane, ridiculous soft spot for your partner-in-crime.
Maybe the fact that Ted was so sweet was why you couldn't bring yourself to be truly mean to him. Maybe it was why you were still so incredibly attracted to him. Usually people who weren't so bright just got on your nerves, and you didn't have much patience for morons. But Ted was a special case. Sure, you teased him, but it was never anything more than that. And somehow, every time he screwed up doing something it was just cute. Nothing else.
At first, it caught you off-guard. And it still did, but you were kinda used to it by now.
Speaking of now.
Your legs were propped up in his lap, and he was hunched over somewhat, scribbling on a legal pad that he probably had taken from his dad's office before he and Bill moved in together. His bangs kind of obscured his eyes, and you observed admiringly how now and then he flipped his head back in order to get them out of the way. He always had nice hair. And yes, it was as soft as it looked.
Bill wasn't in their apartment at the moment, as he had left maybe two hours ago to go hang out with some buddies. He'd asked you and Ted if you wanted to go -- you liked Bill, of course, but the same couldn't be said for that particular group of people. The thing you wanted to do the least right now was talk to people. Or socialize with people at all.
Ted wasn't people.
Reclining back on the sort of disheveled green couch, which was probably suffocating under all the pillows, you briefly turned your attention to the TV. But you only got a quick glimpse of whatever cheesy sitcom was on before Ted broke the companionable silence.
"Babe?" He turned the legal pad towards you, and the page he was using was covered in the chicken scratch otherwise known as his handwriting. Oh, he was brainstorming lyrics again. "Does this phrase in particular come off as too … crazy?" Brow furrowed, he pointed to a sentence. "I know you know that this song is supposed to be most ludicrous, but I don't wanna cross a certain line."
"Duh, you and Bill decided to call it Trapped In Clown Land," you pointed out.
"It's a metaphor, babe!" He announced cheerfully, unphased by your dry remark.
Sitting up to squint at the page, you realized that with how fast he'd been writing, his usual scrawl had degraded even further. Normally, you could pick out a couple letters and move from there, but it was impossible this time.
"Uh, Ted, I can't read that." You poked him in the side with your toe. "Translation, please."
He smiled, scratching the back of his neck. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry, babe." Lowering the pad, you noticed that even he had to focus a little to read what he'd written.
"Shoes too big to fill / Out of fashion, but he's coming in for the kill," he recited slowly. "Something like that. Might reword it later, but I'm usually no good at rhyming stuff." The aura of self-pride radiating from him was palpable, and you reached out to ruffle his hair. He didn't protest, beaming a little.
"I think it's fine." Shrugging, you leaned backwards again. "The big clown shoes reference is kinda direct, but just enough so it comes off as clever." For a guy who'd almost flunked English, Ted wasn't too bad at songwriting. Well, maybe you were a little biased, but you'd seen your fair share of awkward local bands to know what worked and what didn't. (Suddenly struck by a wave of intense secondhand embarrassment, you tried to suppress the memory of that one time the vocalist screwed up on stage.)
But, thankfully, Ted intervened. "Your input is totally appreciated, babe." He leaned over, kissing you softly; it was over too soon, and he was right back to work.
All of your efforts to dispel the cringe-worthy recollections were promptly diverted to trying to preserve your dignity and not melt into a puddle. Which was funny, because usually he was the one blushing and hiding his face.
"Obviously," you managed to supply, and the TV suddenly looked very interesting.
It was a little while longer before the legal pad got placed delicately (thrown) onto Ted's bed, and his arm was wound comfortably about your shoulders, his other hand in yours. Even before you started dating, something about his very, very good bear hugs was incredibly tempting. And now that you were, Ted's habit of being a cuddler had increased tenfold.
You weren't one to break some nice peace and quiet, but this time you had a valid reason. Surprisingly.
"Thanks for staying with me," you murmured into the crook of his neck, and even though you were used to being honest, you still felt your face heat up ever so slightly. "I know you and Bill always hang out, and you have a lot in common with those guys, too. You could've gone with them."
" 'S really nothing," came his reply, sounding so easy and genuine. Warm. "I know that you didn't wanna go out today. Especially after you ranted about Jenna being most bothersome at work. It's totally understandable."
You scoffed, unable to help your natural urges to make at least one venomous comment when prompted. Still, the mushy feelings in your heart didn't dissipate. "Like she always has. Isn't it a requirement for someone who works at Claire's to at least have the capacity to put up with whining tween girls?"
"It should be," agreed Ted, his thumb running over your knuckles in a slow, gentle motion. "But don't pay too much mind to it, babe. You only gotta deal with her for, like, a couple hours."
"It's still too long." You softened, tone growing more affectionate rather than irritated. "Not everyone has your patience."
"But -- "
He opened his mouth, probably to protest or deflect -- most likely at the same time, but this time you were the one who leaned up to kiss him. Unsurprisingly, it took him a second, but he quickly reciprocated, turning his body to face you more in order to make things more comfortable.
Satisfyingly, when you parted, he was the flustered one, too distracted to continue his previous statement.
#ted logan x reader#ted logan x you#ted logan imagine#ted logan imagines#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves x you#bill and ted imagine
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just a little drabble thing
I know I have stuff to work on but in my defense, I've done writing on both my projects today so leave me alone with my brainrot
this is absolutely the fault of @intotheelliwoods and the brainrot their Leo losing an arm anyway art has given me. Please go check out that post and the linked comic and give it all the likes and reblogs SERIOUSLY.
okay here's a thing byyyyeeee
He sees the ball out of his peripheral vision, before he even hears Mikey yell, "Heads up!" He reaches to catch it, but it smacks into the side of his head anyway, and it's only once it collides that he realizes.
It hit his right side. He'd reached with a hand that wasn't there anymore.
It's just a rubber ball that Mikey had been kicking around. It didn't hurt where it made contact, just bounced off his head harmlessly before dropping to the floor and rolling away. Nothing to be upset about. And yet...
Something sad and ugly twists in his gut.
"Whoops! Sorry, Leo!" Mikey's voice pulls his attention. He's holding the ball now and looking at Leo and Leo wishes he wouldn't. "Didn't mean to hit you."
"You didn't, that was on purpose. I've been working on my headers!" The joke rolls out of him with such practiced ease he doesn't even have to think about it. He's grinning and he hopes nothing shows on his face.
It's such a little, stupid thing and he has no reason to be upset so why is his chest burning?
"...Everything okay?" asks Mikey, looking at him too closely now, and Leo is struck by the urge to push him away so he'll stop, an urge he quickly pushes down because wow, dramatic much?
What is he going to say? "I couldn't catch the ball and now I want to cry about it"? What is he, five?
"Just thinking I want to get some snacks," he lies, backing away from Mikey toward the lair's exit. "Be back in a few. Hey, if you want something, text me!"
"Leo!" Mikey calls after him, but he's already running through the tunnels like the coward he is.
...
"...Hey Leon."
Leo peeks up around his knees. Leonardo is standing over him, so big and tall and imposing. Leo isn't sure how it's possible that he ever gets that big.
He's not wearing his arm, and Leo's eyes linger on the missing piece before sinking back down to his own legs, pulled up to his chest.
"How'd you find me?"
He hears an amused huff. "You think I'd forget where I used to do my teenage angsting?"
"Who's angsting? Not me. I'm angst free."
There's some shuffling, and then he feels a warm weight on his left side.
"You remember what I said? You can tell me anything."
"There's nothing to tell," he tries. When there's no response, he tacks on, "It's stupid anyway."
"How about you tell me what it is, and then I'll decide if I think it's stupid?"
Leo hesitates, reaching over and fiddling with one of his bandages out of habit. Leonardo is quiet, and patient, and Leo hates how it works on him every time.
"...Mikey kicked a ball at me. Probably not on purpose." Not that he would mind if it had been on purpose, actually, because Pizza Supreme knows he's thrown many a thing at his brothers in his life, but that isn't the point. "And I tried to catch it but... I tried to use my right arm, before I remembered, oh yeah, don't got one of those anymore."
"Okay." Leonardo's voice is measured. "What part of that is supposed to be stupid?"
"That it didn't even hurt but I'm out here "teenage angsting" anyway?"
"Okay, poor choice of words. That's my bad." Leonardo leans into him, and Leo doesn't pull back. "Sounds to me like you aren't upset about the ball. Sounds like you're upset about your arm."
"Yeah, well, I spent weeks being sad about that. I'd like for it to be over, please."
"Unfortunately I don't think it works like that, Mini Me. Grief moves at its own pace. Trust me on that."
Leo pulls his head up, fixing his older counterpart with a stare. "You don't seem bothered by it anymore. How'd you manage that?"
He gets a shrug in return. "I don't think you should use my reaction to gauge your own."
"Why not? We're literally the same person."
"We stopped being the same person the day you stopped the invasion."
Leo isn't sure that's true.
Perhaps sensing that such is the case, Leonardo sighs and continues. "I've had longer to get used to it than you. Eventually, your body starts to adjust to make up for it. Plus, I was older than you when it happened, and I'd already lost... things that made an arm feel like nothing by comparison."
Leo shudders at that, and Leonardo reaches with his arm, giving Leo's shoulder a comforting rub.
"It took time, though. And it still trips me up sometimes. My body forgets and tries to reach with an arm that isn't there. The robot arm doesn't help with adjusting."
He can't help but smile at that, just a little. "But it's so cool."
"Damn straight it's cool. Can't wait to see what Donnie's got cooking up for you."
"Raph nixed the flamethrower attachment."
"He's probably already added it, you just have to swear not to tell."
Leo snickers, and Leonardo laughs along.
"One way we're still the same," Leonardo says when they're quiet again, "is that we aren't good at being kind to ourself. But you're going to have bad days, and you're going to have days where the little things feel insurmountable. And I'm asking you on those days to be kind to yourself."
The sad, ugly thing in Leo's gut is still there, but he feels better anyway, staring at the wall of the tunnel with Leonardo's weight still at his side. Be kind to himself, huh?
"...Seems like you could use the same advice, old man."
Leonardo chuckles, reaching over to give his head a light cuff. "Yeah, yeah. Let's try to learn together."
#dandy fanfiction#rottmnt#rise leonardo#future leonardo#it's the learning to be kind to yourself by literally being kind to yourself for me#who's peepaw is this?#ell's I guess#peepaw is peepaw
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Woo! I think I managed to work my way through my writers block!
I give you, a sequel/second chapter to "Shooting Stars"~ And I'm dedicating it to @ninja-go-to-therapy & @bitterbunny07 for being sweet when I mentioned Clay and Trollex were the only ones I could write yesterday 😘
I hope y'all enjoy some more claylex! It's a touch spicy near the end, so just bear that in mind.
Clay was nervous, which was a not something he was used to feeling. At least, not since he was practically a trolling and he was forced to perform in front of others when BroZone had started to take off. Even when he'd left the troll tree, or when he began to help Viva with running the golf course, he'd only really felt mild trepidation. Not full out, knee knocking nerves like he was experiencing now as he stood on the shore on the lake next to Pop village, waiting for the submarine fish that would bring the techno trolls to the surface. He wasn't the only one waiting, as a visit from the King of the Techno trolls did warrant a small handful of others to be waiting to greet their visitors, including Queen Poppy, but Clay certainly felt like he was alone.
"You gonna make it, Mr. Clay?"
Clay let out a breath, shaking his head a bit as he turned a slightly wobbly smile on Viva, who offered him an understanding smile of her own. "I, uh…probably. After all, this isn't a big deal, right? He's just coming to visit. It's not like we haven't hung out before."
"Well…I mean, this is different, though?" Viva said as she stepped up next to Clay, gently resting her hand on his elbow. "You guys barely knew each other before. Now you're, like, trying to be a couple."
"Are we?" Clay practically wheezed, lifting his hands to wring them together. "I mean, we talked a lot, and we made out and stuff, and he said he didn't want it to be a one time thing, but….does that mean we're a couple? He never said that's what he wanted. And he never really said anything before we left Techno reef."
"Maybe so, but he did say he wanted to see you more, right? That means something. And the fact that he's coming all the way to Pop village just to see you," Viva hummed, shifting to wrap her arms around one of Clays, while resting her head on his shoulder. "Just talk to him, if you're this wound up about it. The worst that can happen is that you know, exactly, what he's looking for in this…thing. With you."
Clay sighed as he tipped his head to rest on top of Viva's, lifting a hand to gently sweep up and down her arm. "Yeah, you're right. I can't keep catastrophizing. I should just pull off the band-aid and get it over with."
"Exactly," Viva hummed, lifting her head as the submarine fish rose from the depths of the lake. It let out a rumbling, groaning sound before it opened its mouth near the shore, revealing a dozen or so techno trolls, with King Trollex grinning like an idiot near the center of them.
"LIVE WIRE!"
Clay heard Trollex's shout from across the beach, lifting his hand in greeting as Trollex gave a cursory greeting to Poppy, before watching as the King bolted over to where he and Viva were stood. "Oh, I am definitely in the way," he heard Viva murmur next to him as she quickly extracted herself from his side. He blinked in confusion and glanced her way, only to grunt in surprise as Trollex scooped him into his arms and spun him around with a whoop.
"I missed you!" Trollex crowed, grinning as he set Clay back on his feet.
"Yeah, me too," Clay said with an apprehensive little laugh, a bit off kilter from being spun. He froze as Trollex's hands came up to cup his face, a surprised squeak escaping him as he was unexpectedly kissed. In front of everyone. His brain short circuited and his hands hovered in the air, not quite sure what to do with himself, even as Trollex pulled away. He glanced around quickly to find Viva giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up, while Poppy giggled behind her hand.
"Oh, sorry. Was I not supposed to-?" Trollex also glanced around, shifting backwards from Clay a bit, only to be stopped by Clay's hand on his wrist.
"No! No. Sorry, that was just, uhm…unexpected," Clay said with an awkward chuckle, suddenly feeling like every troll on the beach was watching them. "The only one who usually greets me so enthusiastically is Viva."
"Viva kisses you frequently in greeting?"
Clay snorted and smacked his hands over his face with a quiet groan. "No, that's not-" he cut himself off and sighed, dragging his hands down over his face. He was more than happy to have the troll in question pop up next to him.
"Hiya! It's so nice to see you again," Viva chirped, pulling Trollex in for a quick hug.
"Yeah, hey! Nice to see you, too," Trollex hummed, though his earlier gusto seemed to have dampened a bit. "Did I…Did I, like, go against some pop troll social rule with the kiss?"
Viva laughed and waved her hands through the air, while Clay groaned again, his shoulders slumping. "Not at all! Mr. Clay here just isn't used to open affection," Viva said with a brilliant smile, turning to poke Clay in the nose. "He's been really nervoucited for your visit! That's, uhm, nervous and excited, by the way. He's really been looking forward to it."
"Oh, yeah? Well, me too," Trollex's grin returned to his face as he reached out to twine his fingers together with Clay's.
"Awww! So sweet," Viva cooed, hands cupped to her cheeks as she watched the blush spread over Clay's face. "Well, I'm gonna go! Poppy asked for me to help her show the techno trolls around," she added, tossing her thumb over her shoulder.
"What?!" Clay looked panicked, even as Trollex chuckled next to him.
"Yeah! A bunch of them have never been here before, and Poppy wanted someone to help her with them, and Branch is busy. So, off I go!" She patted Clay on the cheek, grinning as he sputtered quietly at her. "Just rip off the band-aid," she murmured, barely loud enough for Clay to hear, before turning on her heel with a wave. "You two love birds have fun!"
"I'm sure we will," Trolex called back, bouncing on his fins slightly as he waved back, while Clay's mind began to race as to what he could even do to keep Trollex entertained on his own.
~
"And, this is the library," Clay stated, gesturing with a broad wave at the building set into tree trunk and stone. In the end, he'd settled on a village tour, going in the opposite direction as the rest of the techno trolls. Trollex had, apparently, been to the village before, but that was before some major changes and expansions had occurred, so he thought it'd be a safe bet.
"Nice," Trollex hummed next to him, swinging their hands idly between them. He had not let go since the beach.
"Yeah. Very extensive sections on history and safety, which I was really surprised about, but I guess Branch really pushed for them," the green troll rambled, tugging Trollex along into the building.
"Yeah? Your brother is a pretty impressive dude," the king said appreciatively, letting Clay pull him along. They walked through the stacks in silence for a few minutes, Trollex's smile turning into a slight frown. "You know…you're pretty impressive, too, right?"
Clay jerked slightly in surprise at Trollex's comment, turning his head to arch an eyebrow at him. "What?" he laughed, finally letting go of the king to snag a random book of a shelf, "What're you talking about?"
"Dude! I talk to Poppy outside of meetings, you know. She told me all about her adventure in finding you guys and saving your other brother. She told me about how you were helping to manage a whole group of pop trolls that survived a near miss of a massacre. Not to mention all your stellar ideas in the meetings. How can you not think you're impressive?" Trollex asked, mildly affronted on Clay's behalf.
"I mean," Clay shrugged, a lopsided smile on his face, "I did my best. Viva was struggling with the putt putt trolls, and I knew how to do crowd control. People knew who I was from BroZone, so…I dunno if knowing how to charm people into listening to me is really that impressive."
"Woah, woah! Live wire! Clay…Man, I know all about all of the things you would've had to do to make that place livable. I kinda have to run my own kingdom, and Poppy told me what that place was like. You can't seriously think that was nothing?"
"Not nothing," Clay shook his head, "I know that. But the only reason I could do what I did was because people recognized me from my old band. They didn't actually start taking me seriously until years later. The other tribe leaders still barely take Viva and I seriously half the time. Branch did all of this," he waved at the book shelves, "without BroZone. Without clout, or reputation. He stood on his own two feet and made a name for himself without being shoved into a box."
"Hey. You climbed out of your box, Clay." Trollex moved so he stood in front of the green troll, carefully taking the book from his hands and setting it aside. "Bro, you are so much more than the 'fun boy' or 'the serious one'. You just gotta let yourself see that."
Clay scoffed quietly, taking a step back from Trollex. "Look at you. Having a handful of conversations about me with other people, and suddenly you think you know all about me."
"Well, that's just unfair, bro," Trollex sniffed, folding his arms over his chest. "We've spent time together. We've talked. You think I haven't been able to get a read on you from that, too?"
"How?! How could you possibly have a better idea of who I am than me? What do you even get out of this?! I'm not fun anymore!" Clay paused as the words left him, immediately taking another step back and covering his mouth with his hands. Today was supposed to be a leisurely day of hanging out with Trollex, not trauma dumping all over him. "I-" he swallowed thickly, watching the emotions shift over Trollex's face, before settling on what Clay could only describe as disappointment, "I'm sorry. That…I shouldn't have yelled at you."
"It's okay-"
"It's not! It's…it's really not. You came to visit and have a good time, but I'm not good at that anymore. I haven't been for a long time. I don't know what you were expecting, but I'm sure it wasn't this."
Trollex shifted forward, cautiously brushing his fingers against the back of Clay's hand. "And what, exactly, do you think I was expecting?"
"Someone interesting," Clay said with a shrug and a derisive snort of laughter, "Someone who knows how to be entertaining."
"Man, we talked about the structural integrity and benefits of different kinds of buttresses when you visited the reef," Trollex said with warm chuckle, "And you were so animated in our last meeting when you were talking about the importance of properly notarizing certain documents, I thought for sure you were gonna throw hands when Barb said it shouldn't matter. That's what I was expecting. Someone with passion for the things they care about. I do find that interesting. I don't really care if you're 'fun' or 'entertaining'. Besides, I thought we talked about this, already?"
"I guess we did," Clay admitted with a small shrug, turning his hand so he could lace their fingers together. "I think I just got all up in my own head, and…man, you're the king of the techno trolls. Your whole schtick is being 'fun'. I would've figured you'd go for someone less, I dunno. Boring."
"Boring!" Trollex couldn't help the bark of laughter that left him. "Bro! Clay, man, you are so far from boring."
"How's that?"
Trollex clicked his tongue with a short shake of his head. "You are baffling. Okay, for starters, most of the kingdoms haven't seen pop trolls in a couple decades, so we'll start with that, just by virtue of your hatching. Then, the fact that you were trapped in a tree by troll eating bergens, while also being in a boy band? Then, somehow you managed to escape said tree and helped with running a whole new settlement while you were still a teenager! And then you went on an epic adventure against giants to save your brother?" He let out a little whistle while Clay rolled his eyes.
"Those are just the highlights of my life. They don't make me interesting."
"Alright, fine. If those don't, then how about your passion for your people? Your unending want to make sure trolls stay safe and happy? Your devotion to your friends? The fact that, even though you were apart for, like, twenty years, you're making an effort to reconnect with your family? Your willingness to try new things and meet new people, even though you spent so long living in a secluded community? Do you need me to go on?"
"I-no," Clay shook his head, giving Trollex's hand a short squeeze. "You really think all that?"
Trollex laughed quietly, bringing Clay's hand up to press a short kiss to the back of it, grinning as a flush spread over the green trolls cheeks. "Yeah, man. 'Course. And even if you wanna spend the rest of the day in the library, I'll still think you're one of the most fascinating trolls I've ever met."
"If you say so," Clay said with a light laugh, "But, man…Y'know, I'm angry, like, all the time. Viva said it's a trauma response or something, but like…you sure you wanna deal with all this?"
"Yeah, bro. I think so."
Clay let a soft smile curl his lips as he gave a small nod to Trollex before he began to lead him through the library once again, their fingers remaining entwined. "All right. Well, turn about is fair play. You know a weirdly large amount about me. Tell me all about you."
~
"It's party time!!"
Clay didn't even blink as Viva appeared in the doorway of his pod later that day, while Trollex looked like he had nearly jumped out of his scales.
"Party time?" Clay echoed, eyes tracking Viva as she bounced into his pod and over to his kitchen, absently scouring his cupboards for sugar. At least, that's what she assumed she was doing, and he was proven right as she gave a triumphant little cheer when she found his cookie stash and stole one.
"Yeah! It's not Poppy's usual todo, but the techno trolls wanted to throw a rave," Viva chirped happily while munching on her pilfered cookie. "They're setting up all of the available DJ equipment and a bunch of lights and stuff as we speak."
"I dunno, Viv. You know that's not really my jam," Clay murmured, but caught the brief look of excitement on Trollex's face before it was quickly schooled and the King pretended to be interested in one of the picture frames on Clay's wall. "But, uh, I guess it wouldn't hurt to check it out?"
"Yes! You can show off your well-oiled robot," Viva cheered, bouncing back across the pod to the door. "I'll see you guys there! Poppy has me running around letting people know about the last minute party change. Thanks for the cookie!" With that Viva twirled her way out the door, leaving Clay and Trollex alone again.
"You sure you wanna go? You didn't seem super jazzed at the rave in the reef," Trollex asked, floating over to Clay.
"Yeah, no! It'll be good."
~
It was, in fact, not good.
The bass felt like it was rattling Clay's very bones, but Trollex seemed to be having a ball, twirling glowsticks around between his fingers and yelling out every time the DJ did a call and response. The DJ wasn't even a techno troll, but some troll he'd been told was named Suki, who'd moved to Techno Reef for a while to learn more about techno mixing, and had created her own hybrid techno pop DJ style. It was actually pretty good, in Clay's humble opinion, it was just that the party was a bit louder and rowdy than he was strictly used to anymore. He was trying, though. Trollex had taken the liberty of affixing glow sticks around Clay's wrists, ankles and neck, which honestly made the green troll feel a bit silly, but he'd acquiesced at the brilliant smile Trollex had given him for it.
A couple of techno trolls inevitably dragged Trollex into a dance circle, and Clay took it as his opportunity to escape the dance floor and take a breather near the edge of the party. He made sure he could still see the king, and vise versa, before flopping himself into one of the chairs that were scattered around with a loud groan.
"How's it going?"
"Cupcakes!" Clay sat up with a start, shooting his baby brother a glare. "What is it with all of you sneaking up on me, man?"
"I mean, it's sort of your own fault for being unaware," Branch said with a grin that told Clay all he needed to know about his brother's lack of remorse over his racing heart.
"Well, it's not my fault I'm unaware when the music is so loud," Clay groused, slumping back down in his seat as Branch pulled a chair up next to him.
"It's not so bad, when you get used to it," Branch said with a shrug, earning an arched eyebrow of disbelief from Clay.
"That's surprising, coming from you."
"Yeah," Branch laughed with a shrug, "I used to hate techno, if I'm being honest. But, I made friends with a couple of them, got invited to a few raves here and there, and it grew on me."
"You say that about all the genres," Clay snorted, idly twirling one of his glow sticks between his fingers.
"Yeah, I guess I do," Branch hummed, looking thoughtful for a moment, before rising from his seat. "You know…I bet if you stopped thinking so much, and just let yourself feel the music, it wouldn't grate on you so much." With that he gave Clay a little salute and headed into the crowd without a backwards glance.
"Wh-what's that even supposed to mean?!" Clay shouted after Branch, pushing himself up to find his baby brother having all but disappeared on the dance floor. He scowled for a moment, before taking a deep breath and counting to ten before letting it out slowly, like Viva had drilled into him over the years when he felt overwhelmed or upset by things. The music then shifted from some base driven, heavy song, to something softer with a beat that Clay found himself actually bobbing his head along to, and lyrics that the pop trolls on the dance floor had begun to sing along with.
He was about to get up to try and find Trollex, when the troll in question appeared in front of him with a grin. "There you are!" he cheered, reaching down to pull Clay up from his seat, "C'mon, Live Wire! You gotta dance with me to this one!"
Clay let himself be dragged back onto the dance floor, but this time, instead of planting his feet and barely registering the music happening around him, he did his best to let the beat take him. He took a couple of deep breaths, watching as Trollex tossed his arms in the air and whoop at a beat drop, letting a smile take over his face. He let the beat that he had previously hated feeling in his bones shift his body, rather than resolutely standing against it, like a rock against crashing waves. He felt his feet move across the floor before he'd even realized he'd done so, bobbing his head and grinning as he swung his arms around, twirling his glowsticks around gleefully. He let out a shout of joy as Trollex grabbed his arms and twirled them both around in the center of the dancefloor, before the green troll dropped into a spin down sweep and popped back up with a grin. The trolls around him cheered, to which he blew a few kisses and bowed with a laugh.
"See?" Clay shivered at Trollex's breathless hum next to his ear, "Fun boy Clay isn't dead. He was just in hibernation."
~
Clay moaned as his back hit the door of his pod hours later, Trollex pressed against his front and kissing the life out of him.
"You gotta-wait! You gotta let me open the door," he laughed breathlessly as Trollex shifted from kissing him outright, to planting little kisses over his shoulder and down his arm.
"Go on, then," the king huffed, letting Clay go long enough to open the door and step into the pod, before he was back on him like white on rice. He kicked the door shut with one of his fins. "You were so, mmn, electric!" Trollex groaned, pushing Clay backwards through the pod towards his bed.
"Gotta live up to my nickname somehow," Clay laughed, stumbling happily through his pod with the techno king barely letting him out of his grasp.
"You did, you did," Trollex cooed, a triumphant little grin on his face as Clay squawked indignantly and fell backwards on his bed as his knees hit it. "And, trust, I'm gonna show you just how good you did out there."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
~
Clay gasped as Trollex stilled above him, the both of them a panting mess amongst the faint, multicolored gleam of the glowsticks still wrapped around Clay's appendages, and Trollex's natural bioluminescence.
"Fuck, Live Wire," Trollex murmured as he let himself settle over Clay like a blanket, digging his arms under Clay's pillow so he could hug the green troll to him, "You feel so good."
"You, too," Clay sighed, drawing his fingers in random little patterns over Trollex's arms, a blissed out little smile on his face, "We should do this again, sometime."
"All the time," Trollex grumbled into Clay's shoulder, shifting his hips just so and making Clay whimper beneath him.
"Yeah, okay, I can probably be convinced of that," Clay sighed, squeezing his knees around Trollex's hips.
"Good," Trollex sighed happily, pressing a kiss to the underside of Clay's jaw. "I know long distance relationships can be hard, but if you're willing, so am I."
Clay blinked at the ceiling, his heart racing a little at Trollex's words. "So…this is a relationship, then?"
The king snorted, pushing himself up to look down at Clay, the pink heart on his chest glowing brilliantly. "If you want it to be, yes. I know I do."
"Yes! I mean…yeah," Clay tried to feign nonchalance, only to whine as Trollex rolled his hips with a grin.
"This really isn't the position you should be in when you wanna try to act indifferent, bro," Trollex cackled, earning a swift smack in the shoulder from Clay.
~
The next morning found Clay up well before Trollex. He stumbled his way into the shower, having fully forgotten about the dull ache that'd be in his hips, and tucked himself up in a blanket on the couch with a book once he was clean. He glanced up with a pleased little smile as Trollex stumbled out of his bedroom, looking groggy as he leaned against the door frame.
"Where'd you go?" Trollex all but whined, floating across the pod to sit on the couch next to Clay.
"I got up and took a shower," Clay snorted, lifting his book as Trollex squirmed into his space, wrapping his arms around Clay's waist and half burying his face into the green trolls stomach.
"Read to me."
Clay hummed, resting the spine of the book against Trollex's shoulder. "You sure? It's sad."
"Yeah," the king said around a yawn, "You like sad books. Read one to me."
Clay smiled warmly at the half asleep techno troll in his lap, before flipping back to the first page of his book and beginning to read.
#trolls#dreamworks trolls#claylex#trolls clay#trolls trollex#trolls band together#trolls world tour#trolls viva#trolls fanfic#things that i wrote
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The Lie Above Pt. 1 | Yandere!TMNT (2016) x Teen!Reader
The TV loudly played throughout the sewer that had been your home for a few months now. The same theme song that you'd now grown to hate played for the umpteenth time and you found yourself unable to watch what was once your favorite TV show.
You huffed, turning down the volume and picking up a word search book. This would be your 20th one, if you remembered correctly.
Flipping through the pages, you huffed again and threw the book back onto the small table.
You hated this.
You hated when your brothers left, but you understood that it couldn't be helped.
The world was ending outside, above the sewers. A couple months ago, an alien species called the Krang began their colonization of the world. Your brothers were some of the only few left that could help in the rebellion.
And though you understood that they were needed, you wished that your life wasn't so dull. Hiding out was incredibly draining.
You missed your old life.
Your mom and dad.
You used to cry a lot when you first found out they were dead. Leo was the one that told you and Mikey would stay behind to watch after you while you grieved.
The both of you grew close during that time but then you got better and they had to start going out to fight the bad guys.
Sometimes you worried about them.
Speaking of the devil, you heard the telltale sounds of your brothers cheering and whooping as they arrived back to the base.
"Wassup, (Y/N)!" Mikey greeted.
You mustered up a small smile, "Hey."
Raph groaned at your lack of enthusiasm, "Oh no," He groaned, "She's in a sour mood again. You run out of word searches again?"
Leo elbowed him, shooting him a sharp look, "Don't."
"What's troubling you, my little sister?" Mikey asked in a silly tone, coming over to sit by you and drape a green arm over your shoulder, "C'mon, you can tell Big Bro Mikey, ignore the big bad Raph."
“There’s nothing to do down here. You guys are gone for hours and I’m stuck here watching reruns and doing word searches.” You explained, “I need something else to do.”
Donnie hummed at that, taking in what you said with a push of his glasses, “Like what? I’m sure we can find something else for you above ground.”
You shrugged, sliding away from Mikey.
An idea popped into your head and you blurted it out, “What if there was a way I could help you guys out during your missions?”
“No.” Leo responded firmly.
You slumped slightly before continuing, “I don’t mean go out with you guys,” you corrected, “I meant what if Donnie taught me how to use some of his computers? I could be the team’s ‘eye’.”
Then you’d never be bored and know that they’re safe. It was perfect.
“No, (Y/N).”
You furrowed your brows, “Why not? I’m not in the line of fire and I’m actually a part of the team! I could be great help as long as Donnie teaches me!”
The three brothers looked to the leader and Leo only kept his eyes rested on you.
Raph crossed his arms, cocking his head to the side, “Do you really think that you’re smart enough to use Donnie’s computers? Or that Donnie has enough time to teach you?”
Those were good questions but you had answers.
“I’m not smart enough now, but I can learn and you guys can’t go out during the day so that leaves plenty of time for him to teach me.” You felt yourself glowing at how well you answered.
How could they say no now?
"Look, (Y/N)," Leo started with a sigh and you felt yourself slump ever so slightly, "Donnie is already our tech guy. We can't waste time trying to teach you what he already knows."
Donnie nodded sadly in agreement, "Leo's right, (Y/N). Plus, we need to rest up during the day. I can't have a sharp mind on little sleep, y'know?" He chuckled nervously.
"So... I'm just supposed to stay trapped down here doing nothing?!" You asked rhetorically, "You guys can go out and fight in the rebellion but I have to sit down here with no one to talk to and three things to do?" Your arms crossed over your chest, "Yeah, that sounds fair."
Raph scoffed at your display of attitude, "You make it sound like we have fun while we're out there."
"It's better than staying down here," You huffed, unable to stop yourself from speaking out your thoughts, "Sometimes I wish I'd died before I'd met you guys."
You felt a release in your chest. It kind of felt good to get that out. But it also felt bad because you knew it would hurt your brothers.
But maybe you wanted to hurt them. All they ever did was leave you down in the sewers expecting you to greet them with a smile every time they came back. It was only fair that they feel a bit of what you dealt with every day.
There was a stunned silence that surrounded you and you almost said more.
"You don't mean that." Leo told you tightly. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about.
A shrug left you, "Yeah, because Leo always knows the answer." You said with whimsical sarcasm. "Leo always knows what's best, so who gives a fuck what (Y/N) thinks, right?"
"(Y/N)-" Mikey reached out for your shoulder but you stood up.
"Let's just get poor (Y/N) some more puzzle books, that'll shut her up. Let's make sure she doesn't get too close to Mikey because I'm Leo and what I say goes, right?"
Despite how visibly upset you were, Leo's fortitude didn't crack.
"You're obviously upset and saying things you don't mean. Why don't you go cool off in your room?"
Without another word, you beelined straight to your room and slammed the door.
The brothers remained silent for a few more moments until Raph spoke up.
"She read you for filth, huh?" He chuckled.
Mikey snorted at the comment, “Yeah, Leo, that must’ve sucked. I’m glad I wasn’t on the receiving end of that one.”
“I don’t know if more word searches is going to fix this.” Donnie thought for a moment, “I can try and get some other TV shows burned on some CDs but who knows how long that’ll hold her over until the next tantrum.”
“We’ll have to talk to her later. Try to help her understand that she’s got no choice but to stay down here.” Leo told his brothers.
“Probably need to make this ‘rebellion’ seem more dangerous than she previously thought.”
With that said, Donnie turned to go to his computers, “Since (Y/N) went to bed early, I’m going to make sure that her parents aren’t still looking for her on the news channel.”
“Good idea. Hopefully they’ll lose hope soon.”
The four brothers went their separate ways and (Y/N) quickly scurried back to her room, heart in her stomach.
What the hell was going on?
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another chance; p.jh
(moved to isanggayfrog)
warning: none
"kids, am i right?" you say, trying to look casual as you leaned against the wall with a drink in your hand.
you'd been watching the woman ever since she entered the restaurant. no, you weren't trying to be a creep, you just noticed that she had a child with her. of course, there was nothing wrong with that exactly, but she looked so tired and worn out that you wanted to do something.
so when she left the place with her son crying, you turned to the waiter. "excuse me," you call one over to your table. "that woman who just left with her son. could you tell me her order?"
he gave you a funny look. "uh, i'm not sure i'm supposed to-"
"no, no," you cut him off, taking out your credit card, "i'll pay for her. and myself. i'm done."
the woman returned shortly, her son asleep in her arms. she returned him to his car seat and, although her face was weary, her eyes were full of love. you took your chance to approach her.
now, she glances at you, her hand automatically reaching for her sleeping son's hand in a protective manner. oh wow, her eyes.
"i mean," you add hastily, not wanting her to understand it wrong, "they're cute and all, but sometimes they can be a bit much." you punctuate your sentence with a small laugh, trying to sound friendly, but her expression remains unchanged. you sigh. "i'm not doing a very good job, am i?"
"what do you want?" she half-snaps.
you understood why she was wary. after all, who wouldn't be if a random person in a long, black coat suddenly just talked to you? "i noticed you and your son earlier," you explain. "i.. volunteer at my sister's preschool, so i know a thing or two about kids."
the woman evidently relaxes. "yes..." she says softly, looking fondly once again at her child. "i don't know what's wrong, sometimes. maybe it's because he's a little lonely. it's just me and him, after all."
"where's his father?" you blurt out, not thinking. she scowls again, the aura surrounding her turning hostile. you mumble out a quick apology, but she waves it off.
"it's alright. when he found out i was pregnant, he just disappeared. we weren't married yet, but engaged and were about to in a few weeks. he's a coward," she added, "for leaving. maybe he wasn't ready for fatherhood, but that doesn't mean he had to abandon his son completely, does it?"
"i completely agree," you nod. "your son is adorable. it's obvious he has your genes." whoops. hope she doesn't think you're hitting on her.
she blushes anyway, so you keep going. "if i may, i would suggest he tried going to my sister's school. she's a wonderful teacher, and the children are well-behaved."
"i'll think about it...?" you notice her words end in a question mark, and you grin.
"y/n. i'm y/n."
"i'm jihyo. nice to meet you."
"nice to meet you, too, miss jihyo. please, think about my offer."
"of course."
you sent her a playful salute and she smiles, walking up to the counter. but the cashier says, "your meal has been paid for, ma'am." she looks around for you, but only sees the tip of your coat flash out of sight.
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Toman Groupchat (good timeline, which means everyone is alive)
Warning: dog funeral, car accident, suggestive (barely), swearing
Desc: Mikey doesn't have good time management skills (i am so terrible at descriptions, my bad)
Sano Gc
Emma: Michael
Emma: where are you?? :(
Shinichiro: Mikey you were suppose to be here an hour ago
Izana: why would you trust him to drive a car by himself
Izana: he's probably sleeping
Mikey: no i'll be there in like 5 minutes
Shinichrio: where are you??
Mikey: i can't see any street signs anywhere
Mikey: this is so stressful
Mikey: uh i just passed a bus stop that has a stop sign with a yellow dick painted on so
Shinichiro: that's 20 minutes away
Mikey: whoops
Emma: we're starting without you
Mikey: NO JUST WAIT
Mikey: why wouldn't you guys just let me get get here with my bike this would have solved so many problems
Shinichiro: cause Pah said we shouldn't. give Pochi some respect :/
Mikey: POCHI IS DEAD!!! AND DOESN'T KNOW NOR CARE ABOUT WHICH METHOD OF TRASPORTATION I AM USING TO GET TO HER FUNERAL. SHE ALSO WON'T KNOW THAT I'M LATE. WHY YOU ASK??? CAUSE SHE'S A DOG"
Mikey: YOU GUY'S ARE SO EXTRA
Shinichiro: dude :/
Everyone Gc
Izana: "POCHI IS DEAD!!! AND DOESN'T KNOW NOR CARE ABOUT WHICH METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION I AM USING TO GET TO HER FUNERAL. SHE ALSO WON'T KNOW THAT I'M LATE. WHY YOU ASK?? CAUSE SHE'S A DOG"
Izana: words from Mikey just btw
Baji: the fucking disrespect
Baji: i'm shaking rn
Mitsuya: dude
Mitsuya: first of all we've been waiting for you for like an hour
Mitsuya: and now this
Mitsuya: and it doesn't matter
Mitsuya: more than Pochi, it's about Pah who is our friend who is also in mouring
Mitsuya: be a little more sensitive
Mikey: but i was sleepy :(
Mitsuya: 😐
Takemitchy: Mikey-kun i offered to pick you up tho
Draken: why didn't you
Takemitchy: he said it was too early
Draken: ...😐
Hina: but it was like 11am
Takemitchy: he said he was still sleeping
Baji: you trust people for years and this is what you get
Baji: you're sick dude
Mikey: IT'S A DOG😭😭😭😭
Takeomi: pay some damn respect
Mikey: 🤨
Mikey: i know y'all didn't invite Takeomi
Mikey: i give it 30 minutes until the paparazzi he "didn't call" get to the funeral
Senju: bro acts like he's the famous one💀
Pah: Mikey i'm very disappointed in you, we're starting the service
Mikey: dude give me 5 minutes
Mikey: ...
Mikey: ...nvm
Shinichiro: what now??
Pah: bitchass
Mikey: bad news
Mikey: i've been hit by another car
Mikey: i'm fine tho
Izana: pity
Emma: ok let's just start guys this is getting ridiculous
Mikey: YOU GUY'S DON'T CARE THAT I'M LITERALLY IN A CAR ACCIDENT??
Chifuyu: can you not handle when attention isn't on you for one day????
Baji: you aren't dead are you
Baji: if you were a real mf you would have flied out the window and died
Kazutora: *flew
Baji: i don't have it
Kazutora: have what?
Baji: the flew
Kazutora: huh
Kazutora: what are you talking about
Baji: i'm not sick
Kazutora: ...
Kazutora: k☺
Takemitchy: guys can you be more sensitive
Takemitchy: Kakucho's parents literally died like that
Chifuyu: of what
Takemitchy: a car accident
Baji: real mf's🔥💯
Chifuyu: Baji-san
Kakucho: i wasn't really thinking about it until you said that Mitchy but that's fine
Takemitchy: 😟
Mikey: IS NO ONE FR GONNA COME PICK ME UP
Mitsuya: nah the service is starting
Draken: wait an hour
Mikey: where?? the wreckage??
Draken: idk the police station or smth
Emma: wait at the bus stop 😚
Mikey: i hope Ken-chin doesn't fertilize you for at least 5 more years
Draken: Sano istg
Emma: that's not funny🙁
Mikey: of course it's not funny, i'm cursing you
Pah: when you die, which will be very soon
Pah: i will make sure to take 10 heavy, fat shits before even thinking about coming on time
Pah: better yet, i won't come at all
Pah: i'll just continue taking heavy, fat shits while you're small, 5'3, decomposed body is buried, never to be seen again
Mitsuya: what the fuck Pah
Mitsuya: you could have said literally anything else
Draken: uh
Baji: that's the spirit ❗
Baji: some real shit
Kazutora: man what's wrong with you
Pah: i thought we were all on the same page
Mikey: ☹️
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers manga#tokyo revengers texts#tokrev#tokyo revengers smau#sano manjiro/mikey#mitsuya takashi#baji keisuke#ryuguji ken/draken#matsuno chifuyu#hanemiya kazutora#sano shinichiro#sano emma#tachibana hinata#hanagaki takemitchy#akashi takeomi#akashi senju#kurokawa izana#sano izana#sorry it's short i've been so busy but i haven't made one of these in a while#brain isn't braining#so tired#i hope you guys r doing good fr#this is based on a tweet i saw but it was deleted and i saw it on pinterest#this is so ass my bad
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Comfort pt3
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Notes: Jarvis, Physical violence, again still fluffy I believe
Translations: přítel, translates to friend
Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist
" Wanda?"
" Yes, my love?"
I couldn't help, but melt a little at the term of endearment. Though Wanda and I have been seeing each other for quite a while, she still manages to give me butterflies.
" Do you think I look alright?" I was fidgeting with the bottom of my shirt as she strolled into the room.
There wasn't a special occasion at hand or anything. We were just going to a football game. Well, I'd be there with our friends to cheer on Steve, while Wanda cheered him on from the sidelines.
She snaked her arms around my waist. Her gaze trailed my body in the mirror, it made me a little nervous. That was until I saw the smile break out on her features.
" You look amazing, Detka," she placed a soft kiss on my shoulder.
I spun around to get a glimpse of her. My eyes darkened as I saw that she was dressed in her cheerleader attire.
" I don't think there are any words that describe how I feel about you in that uniform, and I mean that in a good way."
" Ok, Casanova, any more sweet talk, and we will be late to the game."
" I can't help it, that my girlfriend is the most enticing woman I've ever seen."
She rolls her eyes, but still leans in for a quick kiss. It's not actually quick. Her arms lock around my neck and my hands rest on her waist. She ends the kiss with a few extra pecks before pulling away completely.
" I don't think I'll ever get used to that," I chuckled, following her out of the room.
" If you keep saying these sweet things, I won't want to leave the house. Please, be mean or something."
That gets a large laugh out of me," Baby, your taste in men was super bad, like really bad."
" Hey!"
I throw my arms out in exasperation," You said be mean."
" Be mean, not brutally honest," she crosses her arms across her chest, and blocks the front door.
" I'm sorry, baby," I wrap her up in a hug and can feel her relax in my arms.
" I forgive you, but only because I don't want to be late," she says, before exiting the house.
Once we got to school, we had to split up. She went with the other cheerleaders and I made my way to the bleachers. Our friends had gotten seats in the front, so I made my way down to them.
" Somebody pinch me, is Y/n at the game willingly?" Tony teases.
Natasha smacks his arm," Come sit by me, Y/nn."
" I mean she definitely could've missed Steve playing, but no way she was missing Wanda cheering," Clint adds on.
On the way to sit next to Natasha, I make sure to lightly slap Clint in the back of the head," Whoops, my hand slipped."
Natasha laughed at my antics. Bruce was trying his best to stifle his own laughter," The two of you are so violent."
" Where's Piet?"
" Your brother-in-law went to get us some snacks," Tony says, and this time I reached over to smack him myself.
However, before I do, the game starts. The football team comes. We all cheer loudly when we see Steve. He smiles and waves at the group.
" Funny seeing you here," I look down just a bit to see Wanda and the other cheerleaders right in front of us.
" How am I supposed to cheer on our dear friend, if all I'm going to be able to focus on is you?"
She smiles brightly," Easy, you cheer when I do."
She walked away from me to get in formation with the other cheerleaders.
" You two are sickeningly adorable," Pietro says as he takes a seat behind me.
" I'm not adorable."
Since, Wanda and I have started seeing each other. I've admittedly lost a lot of my "tough" gimmick. She makes me less grouchy, is that such a crime?
" Whatever you say, champ."
I manage to make it to half-time with only a few glances at my girlfriend. The game was going well. Our team was up by 2 touchdowns. One of which was courtesy of Steve.
They had colorguard and band perform for halftime, so the cheerleaders were free. Which meant it was time to praise my girlfriend on her amazing cheerleading skills.
However, when my eyes scanned the area for her. I felt my body tense. She was standing defensively as Jarvis attempted to talk to her.
Her eyebrows were furrowed harshly, and I could tell that she was unhappy with the interaction. I knew that Wanda could handle herself, but once I saw him try to reach out for her. I lost my calm before I could get out of my seat.
Steve was in between the pair. He was yelling at Jarvis, which caught the attention of the others. Jarvis tried to reach around Steve to get to Wanda, but Steve pushed him back.
" That's enough," Pietro quickly hopped the fence and made his way over to the commotion.
" Shit," I followed him because I knew that if the situation kept escalating it would be bad for everyone.
Jarvis pushed Steve back. The blonde boy kept his cool, but Pietro did not.
" My sister doesn't want to talk to you," he got in Jarvis's face.
The athlete didn't back down," She seemed to be speaking just fine before you all came around."
" She was clearly uncomfortable," Steve's temper starts to flair.
" I think you should go back to the lockers," I interjected.
Jarvis paid me no mind and turned his attention to Wanda yet again," Wanda, call off your dogs and let's speak about this privately. I miss you, I want us to get back together."
That triggered something in me, but Wanda's laughter worked to soothe the anger.
" You broke up with me over text. I'm worth more than that. I don't miss you; let alone, do I want us to get back together. I've moved on, and I recommend you do the same."
Now Jarvis laughs," Who? He's not stronger than me, he's not smarter than me. How could you already have moved on? I knew you were a slut, but this…I bet he can't even make you cu-"
Before he could continue, Jarvis was on the ground holding his face. I couldn't help myself. Pietro and Steve held me back, while I had my hands raised up in defense.
" He needs to learn that no means no. If she's not interested, leave her the fuck alone."
Steve tried to calm my anger," Relax, Y/n
" Calm down, přítel," Pietro added on.
Jarvis got to his feet and tried to approach me. Wanda blocked his path and pleaded with him to let it go.
He pushed her to the side.
" Did you just push her?" Steve loosened his grip on me.
I rushed Jarvis, shoving him in the chest," You want to put your hands on a girl? Let's go, right now."
I was ready to hit him again, but Pietro tackled him to the ground. He started wailing on Jarvis.
This is when staff and security finally decided to get involved. Wanda was screaming for her brother to stop. Steve was trying to help the security pull Pietro off of Jarvis.
I went straight for Wanda, trying to pull her away from the mess. She didn't want to leave.
" It's going to be ok, but you don't need to see that," I pulled her into my side and walked away from the commotion.
We ended up in the locker rooms. My hold on her was tight as I worked to soothe her nerves. My hand rubbed circles on her back until I felt her stop crying.
" I'm sorry," I speak softly.
She lifts her head up, her eyes furrowed as she wipes her tears away," For what?"
" I shouldn't have punched him. I know-"
" He was being an asshole. He deserved to be punched."
I smile at her defense," Still, I came to try to de-escalate the situation and did the opposite. When we saw him push you, I think we all kind of snapped a bit."
" I like that you're protective over me," she admits," because I feel protective over you too."
" Wanda, I don't know if this is the time for this but-"
" There you guys are, we've been looking everywhere for you," Natasha bursts into the locker room.
" Is my brother ok?"
Natasha chuckles," He's fine, a few days of suspension, he's doing way better than Jingles."
" Jarvis?"
" Same thing. We're going to hang out at the Maximoff's, maybe order a pizza. We didn't want to go without telling you guys first."
I got up from my seat and extended my hand to my girlfriend. She grabbed it gladly, and we followed Natasha out of the locker room.
We stayed a few paces behind her as we walked to the car. Wanda gave my hand a light squeeze," What were you going to say in there?"
" I was going to say that I love you," I said nervously. My eyes were focused ahead of me. I was unable to look at the girl, afraid I had said it too soon.
She stops in her tracks and turns to face me," Detka, look at me."
I slowly turn to see her looking at me with adoration in her eyes," I love you too."
I wasted no time capturing her lips in mine. A sweet and gentle kiss perfectly conveyed the way we felt about each other. It had to be broken by a gentle smile from Wanda.
" You've done so much for me, Wands. You brought me out of my shell. I feel like I wasn't really living until you showed me what it felt like to love someone."
" That's funny because I feel like I wasn't living until you showed me what it was like to feel loved."
I smile at her," You're my better half."
" I'm not sure about that, I think you're the better half. The best person to walk into my life. You always know when I need comfort," she latches onto my arm as we walk to the car.
" I do, but I honestly don't know what I'm doing."
She leans into my body more," I told you the first time, you are enough Y/n. You're always going to be enough."
I kiss the top of her forehead. I want to tell her I love her again, but she already knows. I don't want to get in the car. Part of me wants to stand out here with her until the sun comes up. The cold night air brushing against my skin, while she clings to me to warm us both.
I think she feels the same as we stand by the car for a few moments. Neither of us, making a move to get in.
" I love you, Y/n."
" I love you too, Wanda."
The moment ends, and reluctantly we get in the car. A comfortable silence engulfed us on the way to her house. Our hands intertwined in the middle console.
I wonder if she knows that she brings me comfort too.
#lowkeyerror#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff imagine#bruce banner#clint barton#natasha romanoff#tony stark#vision marvel
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guess who got back into writing omg... i finally finished this but bear with me, this was the first thing i've written that wasn't academic in literal years but Phew boy. this all stemmed from one single idea and my brain kinda exploded.
DISCLAIMERS:
* vanessa is NOT an afton in this fic. if you believe/hc that she is, this is not the fic for you.
* i DO NOT ship michael and vanessa, anything that happens between them in this fic is platonic + helps to further the plot.
* i am a GAY MALE and can reclaim the f slur.
* this fic contains homophobia and several mentions of the F slur, if this makes you uncomfortable, please skip over this fic or read at your own risk.
* there are descriptions of parental abuse and manipulation. there are also descriptions of anxiety attacks. if these topics make you uncomfortable, please do not read or read at your own risk!
* this is supposed to be set in the early 1980s so i tried to fill it with pop culture from that time, if it seems inaccurate please let me know and i'll find an alternative!
word count: 10,333 words 😦
name: i honestly hadn't thought of one Whoops. if you have any ideas let me know!
characters: michael afton, jeremy fitzgerald, vanessa shelly, william afton and mrs. fitzgerald.
ships: michael afton x jeremy fitzgerald
The three childhood friends were hanging out as usual, playing a very intense game of “truth or dare.” However, things were not turning out the way Michael had hoped. It was his turn once again and his friend Vanessa had an evil grin that spread from ear to ear.
“Okay, Mikey,” she started, practically erupting with excitement, “truth or dare.”
Now, Michael was never one to turn down a dare. However, he felt that this would only end badly. But then again, when was he known to listen to his instincts?
“Dare.”
Vanessa pretended to think for a moment before spouting out, “I've got it! You have to kiss everyone in this room.”
“Seriously, Van?” Michael rolled his eyes, but noticing that Vanessa was, indeed, serious he let out an exasperated groan. “Ugh, fine. But I better not find a polaroid of this on your wall later.”
Easy enough: all he had to do was kiss both Jeremy and Vanessa. No big deal. Besides, it wouldn't mean anything, right?
Michael scooted towards Vanessa first, who made quite a dramatic show of poking her lips out and pointing at them with her index finger. He leaned in and it was over without much further thought.
Now, he turned to his best friend - Jeremy Fitzgerald - and gave a little awkward smile.
“If this is too weird, Mike, I can have her give you another dare. I'm pretty sure she just wanted you to kiss her, anyway,” Jeremy spoke. He was always so considerate.
“It's only weird if you make it weird, man. Besides, a dare’s a dare.”
Michael took a deep breath and pressed a kiss onto Jeremy’s lips. However, this one was different than the previous one. While he felt nothing with Vanessa, his entire body felt like it had gotten set on fire. His heart rate quickened and suddenly the walls felt like they were close in around him. He couldn't breathe.
The only thing that jolted him back to reality was a familiar British voice going “Michael? Your siblings and I are back from the workshop.”
Michael quickly came back to his senses and backed away from Jeremy. He wiped his lips and made a show of being remotely disgusted.
“Ew, Jer, what did you eat? I swear, your breath smelled like salt and vinegar chips.” Michael teased, trying his hardest to make sure no one else noticed his racing heart. What he couldn't figure out, though, is why he had such a different reaction to Jeremy’s kiss than Vanessa's. Maybe, he thought, it's because it wasn't right. Yeah, I'm supposed to kiss girls - not boys. That's the only reasonable explanation; my brain is trying to rationalize why I'd kiss Jeremy of all people.
The night continued semi-peacefully, no other heart racing dares occurred - which Michael appreciated.
The day ended and Michael’s friends went home, leaving him to his thoughts. No matter how hard he tried, he kept thinking about the events from earlier in the day - more specifically, the kiss between Jeremy and himself. He grabbed his walkman, rewound the tape, and put the headphones over his ears. If he couldn't hear how loud his heart was beating, he could ignore the noise inside his head too. All he needed was to melt into the music. And to never confront this problem. Ever.
Michael drifted off into a fitful sleep - tossing and turning every second. His mind kept returning to his best friend’s kiss; the warmth he felt throughout his entire body, the loud beating of his heart, and the short moment where he could swear he felt Jeremy kiss back. It was all too much for him to handle right now. He needed to talk to someone. Normally, he'd call Jeremy and invite him over, but these circumstances were very different.
He sighed and walked to the landline before imputing the all too familiar number.
She picked up right away, which wasn't surprising.
“Mikey? Is something wrong?” Vanessa's voice sounded through the speaker, full of concern. Michael never called her this late.
“Hey, Ness.. I- uh.. Can you meet me at the park?” Michael whispered, trying his best not to worry his friend any more than he already had.
“Sure thing. But, Mikey, you need to tell me if something is wrong.”
“Yeah, yeah. I'll tell you when we get there, okay? It's… hard to explain.”
He didn't even wait on her reply before he hung up the phone and ran to grab his windbreaker. Carefully, he slid open the window and climbed through - making sure not to make any noise. Once he made it through, he silently closed the window all but a crack. He'd need to get back in somehow.
He noticed Vanessa's brightly colored sweater and walked over.
“Thanks for coming. I really needed someone to talk to.” He smiled slightly and pulled her into a hug.
“Of course. You can always talk to me, Mike.” Vanessa smiled back and motioned for the two of them to sit on the bench.
The two sat down and Michael exhaled.
“Vanessa, have you ever… Ugh. I don't know how to word this.” Michael started, slowly hiding his face in his hands.
Vanessa placed a reassuring hand on Michael’s shoulders and made a “go on” gesture.
“When you kiss someone, right, you're supposed to… I don't know. Feel something?” Michael continued - growing increasingly more frustrated.
“Typically, yes. If you like that person.” Vanessa replied, a curious look on her face. Could this be what she had hoped?
Michael took another deep breath.
“Vanessa, this might be a weird request.. But.. I need to know if I'm going crazy or not. I.. I need you to kiss me again.”
Vanessa looked at him like he'd just grown two heads.
“You're right, Mike. That is weird. You're being really weird right now.”
“Ness, I know it's strange. I need to test something. Please just do this one thing for me and I won't ask anything weird of you ever again.” Michael pleaded, looking towards his friend.
Vanessa thought for a moment before nodding. She leaned in and placed a small kiss on his lips. Michael waited patiently for something to happen and… Shit Nothing. No electricity, no loud heart beating. Michael pulled away and shrugged.
“Vanessa… You said you were supposed to feel something if you kissed someone you liked, right?” Michael spoke, pursing his lips together and debating if he should actually tell her what was on his mind.
“Mike, you're a great friend… But I don't see you that way,” Vanessa replied, placing a small hand on Michael’s shoulder in a sort of “let him down easy” gesture.
Michael couldn't help but laugh at this. “Vanessa.. I wasn't talking about our kiss. I.. uh.”
Vanessa looked incredibly confused and if she raised her eyebrow any more it might possibly leave her head.
“When.. when we played truth or dare.. Um.. and you told me to kiss everyone in the room.. Well. uh..” Michael stammered, trying to piece his thoughts together, “something.. Happened when I kissed Jeremy. It felt ‘different’ when we kissed than when I kissed him. It felt.. like lightning was coursing through my body. My heart felt like it was going to explode. It was so loud. And then with you.. There was nothing. I really just felt like you needed some chapstick..” He rambled on, looking down and fidgeting with the zipper on his windbreaker.
Vanessa looked oddly relieved that Mike wasn't confessing his feelings for her.
“Mikey, it sounds to me that you might have yourself a little crush on our friend Jerry.” She smiled and patted her friend on the back.
“That's the problem.. I'm not supposed to,” Michael sighed, placing his head into his hands once again, “do you have any idea how my Dad would react if he found out that I…” He shook his head and trailed off.
Vanessa’s smile slightly dropped, “Well.. Don't tell him. Don't tell your Dad. Have you even thought about telling Jeremy?”
“No! I can't tell Jeremy. What if he laughs at me? What if he never wants to see me again? Vanessa, he's my best friend. I can't have him thinking of me like that…” Michael began to sniffle and he hid his head even further.
His friend moved to pat his back but Michael quickly shot off the bench. All his tears began to turn into anger.
“I already get so much shit for my dorky little sister and my wimpy little brother. Do you know how much more I’d get for being a fucking faggot?” He huffed and began to storm back toward his house.
“Mike, wait!”
“You have it so easy, Vanessa! You don't understand.” And before Vanessa could even utter the first syllable of her next word, Michael had already left the park and trudged back towards his house.
He crept back inside the window and marched toward his room - still making sure to be quiet. However, when he was in to his room, he shut his door and angrily threw this windbreaker towards his bed.
Michael sniffled once again, reaching for his walkman and quickly placing the headphones on his ears. As his tape began to play, Michael tucked his head between his knees and tears began streaming down his cheeks.
He had never quite mastered the act of silent crying, but he wasn't as dramatic as his younger brother, either. Michael hated how weak he felt when crying, he also hated how imaginary words from William could ruin his evening.
Michael, himself, didn't even understand why he felt this way about Jeremy. He only knew two things: one, for some reason, he desperately wanted to kiss Jeremy again and two, his father would most likely kill him if he found out. Oh, and three, he hated himself for feeling like this - especially about his friend.
After a few more minutes of quietly sobbing against his bedroom door, Michael had finally stopped crying. He sniffled once again and wiped off his face.
Michael looked up at the flashing alarm clock on his nightstand. 6:00 am. He realized he hadn't slept much the night before - and the guilt of snapping at Vanessa was weighing on him. I should apologize, Michael thought to himself, she was only trying to help, after all.
He took off his headphones and neatly placed his walkman back on the nightstand. He walked outside his bedroom door and noted a small plush fox sitting there with a note that read: Heard you crying. I left my friend because they make me feel better.
Upon reading the note, Michael’s anger slightly returned from the night before. The Crybaby is making fun of me? He picked up the plush toy and ripped apart the seems before throwing it down the hallway.
He scoffed and walked out the door, intent on seeing Vanessa first and apologizing. While on his way towards his friends house, he noticed Jeremy heading the same way. Had Vanessa invited Jeremy here? Did Vanessa tell him what happened between herself and Michael last night? He really hoped not. Yes, Michael had snapped at Vanessa, but he told her everything in confidence.
He tried his best to avoid Jeremy, but something about hm seemed different. Michael couldn't stop noticing little details about him: The way his hair swayed when he walked, the clink of all the patches on his bag, the ever present smile on his face. All of these things were just distracting Michael. He came to apologize to Vanessa, not stare at his best friend.
Michael shook himself out of his stupor and he gave a small wave to Jeremy before going to Vanessa’s door and knocking.
As soon as the door opened, Michael was already rambling.
“Ness, I'm so sorry about last night. I didn't mean to snap at you.. I was just… you know. Overwhelmed.” He pushed himself inside the doorframe and wrapped his friend into a hug.
Vanessa simply nodded and hugged Michael back, “Mikey, I knew you'd be here to apologize so… I invited Jeremy, too. I think you two need to talk.”
A look of shock crosses over Michael's face, but before he could say anything, Jeremy walked in to the room.
“Van? You said you wanted to see me?” Jeremy asked, his voice causing the hair on the back of Michael's neck to stand up.
“Actually, Jerry, Mike has something he needs to talk to you about.” Vanessa responded, smiling from ear to ear. “I'll just be in the other room. You two can talk.”
Michael gave her a subtle “I am going to murder you later” look as Vanessa left the room. Soon, it was just him and Jeremy standing in the walkway of Vanessa's home.
Jeremy gave his typical reassuring smile, which caused Michael's heart to do jumping jacks.
“What's up? Is.. is your dad being weird again?” Jeremy asked, genuine concern filling his voice, and he moved to place a caring hand on Michael’s shoulder.
“That's.. that's the thing, Jer. You’re always so thoughtful and.. you care so much about Vanessa and I. It's really sweet,” Michael started, his nerves being to bubble in his stomach.
“Okay…? I don't really understand what this has to do with anything.. Am I too nice?” Jeremy looked utterly confused (and concerned). He honestly had no idea where this was going but he wanted to be supportive of his friend.
Michael smiled at Jeremy’s response, shaking his head lightly. “No, you're not too nice. You're.. the right amount of nice. I always appreciate everything you do for me. However, I didn't realize that until recently.” He was silent for a moment, weighing how to proceed next. “Jeremy, can I ask you a serious question?”
“Of course, Mike, You can ask me whatever you want. I'll try my best to answer.” Jeremy nodded and sent another reassuring smile at Michael.
Michael took a deep breath and nodded. I'm going to do this. I'm actually going to do this. “Did you… feel.. uh.. feel anything when,” his cheeks flushed a light pink and he began speaking again, much quieter this time, “when we kissed…?”
“I'm sorry? I didn't hear that last part, Mike. Can you repeat that?” Jeremy furrowed his brows, turning his head to his right side – as he is partially deaf in his left ear and hears better on his right side.
Michael closed his eyes and began repeating what he just said, “Did you feel anything… when we kissed?”
Jeremy’s eyes widened slightly and he raised an eyebrow, “Well.. nothing I don't usually feel when I'm around you. What, exactly, do you mean by that?”
Michael was slightly disappointed and then he realized Jeremy asked for clarification. “I mean like.. I don't know. When- when we kissed.. It felt like my body was on fire. My heartbeat was so fast and.. to be honest, I.. I can't stop thinking about it. I'm sorry if this was weir-” He was quickly interrupted by the soft press of Jeremy’s lips against his own. Michael's eyes widened but, once he got his bearings, he leaned into the other.
Jeremy pulled away after a few seconds - but not being the all too familiar shutter-click of Vanessa's polaroid camera went off - and smiled brightly up at Michael.
“I hope that answers your question, Mike.” Jeremy laughed, his own cheeks. “I was really wondering when you'd notice. I.. uh.. I've liked you for a very long time.”
Michael's eyes were still wide and he couldn't quite believe what had just happened. His cheeks were now a bright red. However, he soon snapped out of his daze and realized he heard the camera click.
“Vanessa, PLEASE tell me you didn't take a picture of that!” Michael moved away from Jeremy and pratically sprinted towards the other room.
“Mike, wait!” Jeremy called out as he followed after his two friends.
Vanessa was busy trying to hide and dodge underneath several pieces of furniture while Michael chased her.
“Ness, please give me that picture. You don't know what will happen if my Dad find that. And you know how often he visits your dad. They literally work together.” Michael pleaded, crouching down to try and yank Vanessa out from underneath her bed.
“Fine, fine. Only because you're my friend, Michael. But you owe me film!” Vanessa caved, crawling out from underneath the bed and reluctantly handing over the polaroid.
Michael made a small movement of triumph, however, he quickly turned embarrassed when he took a closer look at the picture (which had almost fully developed by now). Apparently, Michael had placed his hand on the base of Jeremy's neck without noticing and the photo made it look as if he was pulling him in closer.
“So..,” Vanessa started as she took her two friends by their wrists and plopped them down on her bed, “did you two decide what you're going to call.. this?” She motioned to the two of them and raised her eyebrow. “I mean, if you decide to call it anything, that is.”
The boys shrugged and looked at each other. They were both silent for a moment and Jeremy finally spoke. “I know that your dad is.. kinda weird about this type of stuff, but my parents are cool with it. And.. if you're comfortable with it, I'd like to call myself your boyfriend, Mike. At.. at least to my parents.”
Michael remained silent for a moment, thinking over the options. After a few seconds, he nodded and placed his hand inside of Jeremy’s.
“I'd really like that, Jer. I'm just sorry that I can't tell my family. I mean, if my Mom was still here, she'd be supportive.” Michael replied as a small smile spread across his lips. Jeremy nodded and simply pulled him into a side hug. However, the cute moment was soon interrupted by Vanessa throwing herself in between the two and snapping another picture before they could protest.
“At least let me keep this one! It's just the three of us, so it's not incriminating!” Vanessa asked, already moving to make a sprint if she needed.
“Fine, fine. I have no objections there.”
The rest of the evening continued in much of the normal fashion: the three of them playing various games and making fun of each other. However, Michael caught himself glancing over at Jeremy more frequently. Soon, Michael knew it was time to head home.
“Hey, Mike, do you mind if I tag along on your walk home? I live a few minutes away from your place.” Jeremy asked, jogging up beside Michael after he walked out of Vanessa’s house.
Michael nodded with a smile. He'd secretly been hoping that Jeremy would suggest this. He loves Vanessa and all, but he wanted a few moments of just himself and Jeremy.
The lanky boy walked next to Michael and reached for his hand. Michael hesitated for a moment, looking around the neighborhood for any sign of his father, before taking Jeremy’s hand.
They continued on their walk until they were at Michael's doorstep. He said his goodbyes and - even though it hurt his heart - waved instead of sending Jeremy off with something more affectionate.
He fumbled with the door knob, the door then swung open and the creaky hinges alerted anyone within a 1,200 mile radius. Michael physically recoiled at the sound and entered the house - hoping for less noise.
He had made it less than a foot from the door before the trouble began. He noticed it instantly: the disappointed look in his father’s eyes. What did I do now? Michael thought, bracing himself for the worst possible outcome.
“Michael,” the agitating voice stated.
Well. Better get this over with.
“Father,” Michael replied, trying not to make the grit in his teeth obvious with his speech. He hated called William anything formal, especially since he was the only one of his siblings who had to.
“Do you have ANY idea of the distress you caused?”
“No, sir.”
“You know exactly what you did. Your poor brother came into my workshop crying. Do you know why that was?”
“Isn't the little shit always crying?”
“Don't get smart with me, boy. And, you will not use that kind of language when speaking to me, or this will get a whole lot worse for you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Michael grits his teeth even harder.
“Now, your brother comes to me, and in his hands are the pieces of a prototype product for my new animatronic line. The fox plush.”
Shit.
“Michael, I will ask you one time. What did you do to the product?”
“I didn't know it was important, Father. He was making fun of me and I thought - Hey, he has enough toys. He won't miss this one. I destroyed it... to teach him a lesson.”
“Destroyed it to teach him a lesson? Fascinating. And how would you feel if something like that happened to your precious walkman? Or.. those.. cassette tapes with those grotesque songs you seem to enjoy? Hmm?”
Michael's face fell and he reared back in horror.
“You wouldn't.”
“Oh, believe me, Michael. I would. As a matter of fact, go pick out your favorites and bring them to me. Along with the scissors.”
This completely ruined his good mood from today, but he knew that there was no getting out of this. Michael begrudgingly went into his bedroom, crouched down, and riffled through his box of cassette tapes. Of course, he was smart enough not to choose his actual favorites. He chose some he wouldn't mind losing (probably those he was recommended and didn't like as well as the others) and stashed his favorites inside of his sock drawer - along with the polaroid of himself and Jeremy.
Michael hesitated before handing several tapes and a pair of sharp scissors to his father. He cringed as his father opened the latch that concealed the tape and began unwinding - cutting each segment until all that was left was a pile of tape shreddings and several plastic cases.
“I hope you've learned your lesson, Michael. If this happens again, I will fish around for every single tape you've hidden. Now, clean this up.”
Michael gulped in surprise; how did his father know he had hidden several tapes? His mouth remained agape as he bent down and began cleaning up the remains of his music taste.
The staleness of the room only dimmed his mood: the too dark carpet with mysterious stains, the uneven curtains with several moth-eaten holes, the overall greyness of the place. It wasn't a mystery why William had destroyed his tapes, the man clearly had a love of all things boring and soulless.
Once he had finished, Michael knew he couldn't stay here. He entered his bedroom, making sure to lock the door the from inside. He looked around for a bit before grabbing a draw-string bag from his closet and began stuffing clothes inside of it. All packed, Michael once again cracked open his window and crept outside - leaving it open enough for him to enter once he got back. If he came back, of course.
He really only had one place to go - and the fact that there was only one person he wanted to see.
The gloomy atmosphere from his apartment seemed to drift out into the streets: the skies were much darker than before and there was a certain musk that meant it was going to rain soon. Because of Michael's quick packing, he was ill-prepared for the rain.
Better walk fast, I guess. I've still got three blocks to go. Michael thought to himself, tugging on the strings on his bag to ensure it was secured. However, the rain came much faster than he could walk and soon he was drenched - with still a block and a half to go. There looked to be no end in sight for the sudden monsune of rain. Just my luck. Just my fucking luck.
He began sprinting, his brightly colored sneakers squeaking against the pavement and his body getting continuously soaked. By the time he arrived at Jeremy’s, he looked like a kitten someone had just given a bath - completely soaked and fuming. He hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door.
Who answered, however, was not who he expected. A polite, older woman (who he knew as Mrs. Fitzgerald) answered the door with a look of utter concern.
“Michael, honey! You're soaking wet.” Her smooth voice radiated with motherly concern and the slight southern twang made everything feel more homey.
“I apologize for showing up uninvited, Mrs. Fitzgerald.” Michael replied sheepishly, “I.. I can leave if it's too much of a bother.”
“Nonsense! You get in here and dry off. I'll let Jeremy know you're here. It's a wonder you didn't get swept away in this terrible storm,” Mrs. Fitzgerald replied, opening the door wide enough to let Michael in before closing it to prevent any more cool air from seeping in.
Michael thanked the woman once again and politely wiped his feet on the mat. Mrs. Fitzgerald turned around and looked at his clothes once more.
“Oh dear.. You're completely soaked through. Don't worry, I'm sure either Jeremy or my husband have something you can borrow. I'll get those washed and dried for you soon, sweetheart. You stay right here. I'll go find you something nice.”
Michael nodded, having really no other option than to wait for Mrs. Fitzgerald to come back. Soon the woman returned with a large pile of clothing - from t-shirts with interesting tie-dye patterns to large, oversized sweaters that Michael was pretty sure he could use as a blanket if he needed to. He was soon completely dried and dressed from head to toe in the warmest clothes Jeremy’s mother could stuff him in. He quickly handed his sopping wet clothing to Mrs. Fitzgerald and gave her another round of thanks.
As he did this, Jeremy practically ran down the stairs.
“Mike? Is something wrong?” The blonde asked, concern filling his voice. He moved closer and began checking Michael’s hands and arms for any sign of injuries.
“I'm fine, Jer, seriously.” Michael gave him a reassuring smile and placed a caring hand onto his shoulder, “can we just go talk in your room? I.. I couldn't stay at home tonight.”
Jeremy nodded and motioned for Michael to follow him up the stairs. Once upstairs, Michael was simply blown away. This room was basically identical to the person who lived in it: colorful, full of life, and it had a sort of “I'm at home” feeling. Jeremy’s room at everything - from too many blankets to count to the newest NES system. Michael had only been in here once before, as the three of them usually went to his house or Vanessa's, but it still amazed him how much it replicated Jeremy’s personality.
Jeremy sat on the edge of his bed and motioned for Michael to join him, to which he quickly obliged. The two talked for a while - mostly just Michael avoiding the topic he originally intended to talk about - and eventually Michael grew restless of sitting and laid himself across Jeremy’s lap. Jeremy smiled down at him and absentmindedly began twirling a strand of Michael's long hair around his finger.
“Mike, can you please tell me what happened? I know when you're avoiding talking about something.” Jeremy scolded, a small pout forming on his lips. He had been Michael’s best friend for year, of course he was going to pick up on the little things - especially when Michael wasn't being entirely truthful.
“Fine, fine. I did something stupid, okay? That brat of a brother I have heard something he shouldn't have and I decided he needed a little payback,” Michael started, slightly embarrassed that he'd have to tell this to Jeremy - of all people - because Jeremy was part of the reason he did this, “anyway, so.. I took one of his plush toys that he left in my doorway and I.. ripped it up.”
Jeremy raised his eyebrow, as if to question why this meant he was not able to stay home, but he didn't interrupt Michael.
“Well, it turns out that it didn't actually belong to the little shit. It was something Father was working on. A prototype, I don't know,” Michael made a shrugging gesture and continued with his explanation, “Either way, let's just say he wasn't too thrilled about the damage done to it. And uh.. several of my tapes got the axe. I managed to hide the best ones, but I doubt they'll last for long.”
“That's.. awful. Mike, I'm so sorry.” Jeremy’s frown deepened and he brushed a small strand of Michael’s hair away from his face.
“Nah, I probably had it coming. He just.. he makes me so angry sometimes, Jeremy. I fight so hard for his attention and yet some snot nosed crybaby gets it for free? How is that fair?” Michael's face morphed into a frown and he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Aw, Mike. I'm sure he doesn't mean to ignore you. Look, you're wonderful. If he doesn't see that, than it's his problem.” Jeremy leaned over, making his face a few inches away from Michael's, and placing a hand on his chin.
Seeing that Michael’s frown still remained, Jeremy pressed a small kiss against his lips. And another. And another. Until Michael finally smiled and playfully pushed him off.
“Jer, you're going to suffocate me,” Michael teased, laughing as he kept his hand up to prevent any further kiss attacks.
“Well, it's not my fault! I couldn't just let you be sad.”
Michael rolled his eyes and gave Jeremy one more playful shove, “Jeremy Fitzgerald, you are insufferable.” However, Michael was glad for the distraction. He moved from his position on Jeremy's lap and laid down across the end of the blonde’s bed - spreading out like a starfish. Tonight was just perfect; absolutely nothing could ruin Michael's night.
Or so he thought.
–
Back at Michael’s house, everything was not as peaceful as the Fitzgeralds’. William was knocking on Michael's door - but he received no response, obviously.
“Michael? I told you not to lock your door.”
Silence.
“Michael?”
More silence.
William tried the handle one more time, getting increasingly more angry when it continued not to open.
William walked outside, retracing what little footsteps hadn't been washed away in the rainstorm. However, Michael's “sneaky escape” hadn't been as sneaky as he had hoped. William instantly noticed the trampled flowers which Michael had climbed down onto. This caused him to look up and notice the window slightly ajar.
Michael, Michael, Michael.. Oh, I wish I raised you better. William thought to himself, shaking his head with a loud “tsk-tsk.” He quickly hoisted himself onto the ledge and opened the window - making sure to close it at just the right height to make it seem unnoticeable in case Michael returned sooner than he expected.
You've brought this on yourself, Michael. William tsk’d once again before he began rummaging through Michael’s drawers - taking any tape he could find. When he got to the last drawer, however, he noticed something that wasn't.. quite a tape. It was flipped upside down, but it was evident that it was a polaroid of some kind.
William pondered for a moment before picking it up and flipping it over to check the contents. He reared back in horror upon seeing what it was: a picture of his son and some blonde boy together.
William was seething as he crumpled the photo in his palm and he began searching faster for the remaining tapes. Once he had them, William placed all the tapes into a bag and - after unlocking the door - took them outside and grabbed one of his favorite instruments: the hammer.
Smash!
Crunch!
Crack!
William hefted the hammer over his shoulder again and again until there was nothing left but shards of plastic and several unwound tapes. His breathing grew ragged as his anger continued to overtake him. Eventually, he placed the hammer down and stood up - dusting off his pants and walking back inside.
Now, he needed to wait for Michael to return. And where else than his son’s bedroom.
–
Michael had closed his eyes and was listening to the sounds of Jeremy’s room, which were all incredibly calming. He could hear the faint rain against Jeremy's window, the sound of his own breathing, the emptiness in his mind. Everything was quiet, just as it should be. He heard the creak of the steps and the following soft click of the door opening. Jeremy had stepped out a while ago to find them some snacks, and apparently, he had succeeded. The sound of rustling chip bags (and Jeremy struggling to get inside the door) shook Michael out of his stupor and he quickly went to help, opening the door wide enough for Jeremy and his armful of prizes to enter.
“My knight in shining armor,” Jeremy joked, sending a bright smile towards Michael. “I was wondering when you'd open the door.”
“Oh, really? Did I not move fast enough for you, your highness?” Michael teased back and sent and eyeroll towards the blonde. “Here, let me help you.” He grabbed a few of the spoils from Jeremy’s arms and arranged them in a makeshift pile - it wasn't neat, but it was the best he could do without putting them on the floor.
Jeremy thanked him before placing the remaining spoils into the pile - they had enough snacks to last for weeks. Michael sat down and scooped out a handful of chips, popping one into his mouth and occasionally trying to catch them. Jeremy plopped himself down next to Michael and leaned his head against his shoulder. This caused Michael to widen his eyes in surprise. He really didn't know what to do in this situation. He hadn't been in a relationship before - let alone with someone like Jeremy. He hesitated and then placed his hand on Jeremy's lower back.
A soft knock on the door caused Michael to look up. Michael felt his pace quicken: this would be one of Jeremy's parents, which worried him. He knew they were more accepting than his own Father, but he also didn't know what they would be willing to accept. Plus, Jeremy was currently laying against him - which would be hard to explain if they weren't accepting.
Before he could think, the door slowly opened and Mrs Fitzgerald stuck her head inside.
“Oh! Sorry, boys. I didn't realize you were busy! I made some cookies and I.. I wanted to share some with you,” She spoke, slightly embarrassed that they already had so many snacks.
“No thanks, Mom. We’re good,” Jeremy spoke, smiling at his mother. He thought for a moment before adding, “Hey.. Mom?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Come in here.. Uh. Mike and I want to tell you something,” Jeremy spoke, briefly standing up to open the door and motion for his mother in.
Michael locked eyes with his boyfriend as if telepathically saying “are we really doing this??” Jeremy simply laughed in response and walked back over to Michael, offering the brown haired boy his hand. Michael hesitated before taking Jeremy's hand and standing up next to him.
Jeremy took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around Michael's shoulders. “Mom.. Michael and I.. are,” he begun shaking a little and Michael quickly turned his head towards Jeremy and gave a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder. He quietly whispered something encouraging to the blonde and turned back towards Jeremy’s mother.
“Mom. Michael and I are.. dating. He's my boyfriend,” Jeremy finally managed to speak the words (and release the breath he didn't know he was holding) and then he looked towards his mother, awaiting her response.
Jeremy's mother was silent for a while and then she broke out into a big grin. She moved closer to the two boys and wrapped them into a hug.
“Oh, sweetheart, I'm so happy for you. Thank you so much for telling me,” Mrs. Fitzgerald spoke softly, moving her hands and gently cupping Jeremy’s face.
“Mooom, you're embarrassing me,” Jeremy complained, trying to wriggle out of his mother’s grasp. Michael couldn't help but smile at the scene, however, something inside him hurt. He realized he could never experience this situation. To be honest, it made him jealous. But he'd never tell Jeremy that, of course. Just because Michael's family had not been the best didn't mean he needed to ruin someone else’s happiness.
“Oh, Michael, get in here! Let me give you a big hug. You have no idea how happy my Jeremy-Bear is when he talks about you,” Mrs. Fitzgerald spoke, quickly moving to drag Michael into the hug once again before he could protest. “I'm very proud of both of you boys. I know it's tough to tell someone something like this.”
She gave them each one more tender, motherly arm squeeze before exiting back down the stairs.
“Your mom is so sweet, Jer,” Michael spoke once Mrs. Fitzgerald had left, though he didn't seem to notice the sadness that had seeped into his voice. But Jeremy did. He always did. He felt Jeremy's arms wrapped around him before he heard him move.
“She loves you, Mike.” Jeremy spoke softly, his grip tightening slightly around the shorter boy.
Michael smiled sadly and nodded before burying his head in the crook of Jeremy's neck. “I'm glad someone does, at least.”
“Don’t you dare say shit like that again, Michael Afton. You have so many people who care about you - my parents, Vanessa, Vanessa’s parents, me! Your dad can go to hell.”
Michael sort of shrugged, but made no effort to respond. Jeremy moved back a bit, gripping Michael by both shoulders, and shook him.
“I’m serious. You're so important to everyone around you. Who cares what your father thinks?”
“Sorry-”
“No. You have nothing to apologize for. None of this is your fault. Life dealt you a bad hand - but, Mike, you're the strongest person I know. Most people would've crumbled by now.” Jeremy cut him off before Michael could apologize any more, cupping the sides of his face so Michael was looking him in the eye.
“I'm so tired, Jeremy. Everyday he gets worse, I never know when he’ll snap next.”
“Yes, but you shouldn't have to! That's the thing.”
“Please.. can we just drop it?” Michael avoided Jeremy’s gaze and began fidgeting with the sleeves of his borrowed sweater.
“You're right, I'm sorry,” Jeremy apologized and released Michael's face. Then, he realized that Michael probably was physically tired, too. “C'mon, let's head to bed. It's been a wild day. Plus, the rain doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon. I'm sure my Mom wouldn't mind you staying the night.”
Before Michael could respond, Jeremy had moved away and began untucking the layers of blankets that seemed to hide his bed.
Jeremy grabbed Michael's wrist and gently pulled him towards the bed and sat him down.
“You can use as many blankets as you want, I don't mind!” Jeremy beamed. He then preceded to have an “oh!” moment and disappeared inside his closet. Michael heard lots of rummaging and his curiosity continued to grow. Soon, Jeremy emerged once again. This time, he was holding a pair of pajamas with various pictures of E.T. littered across them.
“They might be a little big, but you can borrow them for the night,” Jeremy spoke as he walked over and placed them in Michael’s hands, “unless you want to sleep in old jeans..?” He raised an eyebrow, though it was nothing more than teasing.
Michael rolled his eyes, thanked Jeremy, and quickly went to change into the pajamas. Once he returned, he nearly folded his borrowed clothing and placed them on the nearest flat surface. He hesitated a bit - unsure of where he should lay down. However, Jeremy quickly patted the spot next to him on his bed.
“I don't mind sharing, really. And! I don't bite. Mostly,” Jeremy reassured the shorter as he scooted over to make room. “Besides, we did this at plenty of sleep overs before. Just think of it like that!”
Michael nodded and laid down next to Jeremy, who gave him another reassuring smile. “Thanks. I'm sorry for imposing myself on you, especially without calling first.” He whispered while pulling some blankets over the two of them.
“Nah, don't worry about it. You're welcome any time you like.”
The two sat in silence for a while and eventually Jeremy began to drift off. Michael hesitated, thinking over his next decision carefully, and then impulsively turned and rested his head against Jeremy's chest.
Jeremy let out a sleepy “huh?” at the feeling of weight on his chest and then smiled when he realized what Michael had done. He let his arms naturally fall and land on Michael's upper back, however one moved to its earlier position of twirling a few strands of Michael's hair around his fingers.
A few more minutes of silence pass and Jeremy begins to drift off once again, however he is quickly interrupted.
“Jeremy?” Michael asked quietly, waiting a bit to see if Jeremy had fully fallen asleep.
“Mm?” Jeremy replied with a sleepy mumble.
“Why is everything in my life so difficult?”
“I don't know, Mike.. I really don't know.”
Michael sighed and decided that would be the best answer he'd get - unless he wanted some sort of religious spiel about certain plans and whatnot. He left Jeremy return to sleep before joining him a few minutes later. He decided he better enjoy this moment while it lasted, despite the bubbling anxiety that was welling up in his stomach. He certainly didn't look forward to returning home tomorrow.
One problem at a time, Mike. One problem at a time. He thought to himself as he was finally able to drift off to sleep.
–
Turns out it would be several problems at one time.
Michael dressed in his (now clean and dry, thanks to Mrs. Fitzgerald) clothes from the previous day and began his trek back to his own apartment - making sure to pick a time he knew William would be working in the hellscape he called his workshop.
He carefully retraced his usual path and made it to the front lawn. Taking another step, Michael heard a loud crunch. He looked around noticed several objects glinting in the sun and went over to investigate. Michael felt his heart sank when he realized it was pieces of plastic. He knelt down and took a closer look, finding the pieces of all his favorite tapes. And, he was pretty sure he had his favorite songs stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
Damn it, Michael thought as he sighed and moved away from the pile of plastic scraps, I guess he noticed I was gone.
He shook his head and continued toward his bedroom window - which looked exactly the same as he had left it the night before.
Not thinking anything of it, and with the rain having washed away any evidence of William’s entrance, Michael pushed open his window and hoisted himself inside. He landed with a small “oomph” and dusted his pants off. While dusting his pants, however, he noticed another shadow present in the room. He slowly looked up and locked eyes with none other than William himself.
“William Michael Afton, where have you been?” William spoke, his arms crossed over his chest and he stood in a powerful stance. However, Michael noticed there was something crumpled in his left fist.
“Don't fucking call me that. My name is Michael,” Michael spat back, absolutely seething at being called his legal name - no one EVER called him by that, he'd probably punch them if they did.
“I wouldn't be so sure, Junior. You see, I was the one who named you. I think I know what your name is.” There he went again, dismissing Michael's entire personhood. Well, it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. Michael used to cry every night until his Mother finally agreed to let him go by Michael instead.
“Anyway, you haven't answered my question. Where. The. Hell. Have. You. Been?” William spoke again, moving closer and jabbing a finger harshly into Michael's ribs with every word. “Answer me.”
“Nowhere, sir.”
“Are you sure that's the answer you want to go with?” William narrows his eyes, leaning over his son in an attempt to make him cave in; shrink himself down and disappear. After all, that's what he wants. For Michael to disappear.
Michael briefly glanced at his father's eyes, noting the only emotions present were anger and boredom. That's how he always looked at Michael, though sometimes there was a sprinkle of disappointment. He looked back at the floor and gulped. Just tell him, Egghead. He already knows you left. He mentally scolded himself before speaking.
“A friend’s. I was at a friend’s house, Father.”
“Hmm,” William pursed his lips and scrutinized Michael’s body language and tone for any hint of dishonesty. “Which friend, exactly?”
Michael gulped once again. If he told him, he risked putting Jeremy in danger. But if he didn't, then he put himself in danger. No big deal, he could handle that. But he desperately wanted to protect Jeremy, so he remained silent.
“Answer me, goddamn it!” William raised his voice, his hand flying to the collar of Michael's shirt. Michael still remained silent, even as William had slammed him into the bookshelf and sent several personal objects (some of them glass) cascading to the floor with a loud crash.
Michael had to bite his lip to avoid crying out in pain - he was sure that he would have a few bruises, most likely cuts too, since the glasses broke on the impact and gashed through his windbreaker, managing to hit skin. Another large glass photo frame crashed into his face and left a large gash across his left eye and a bruise across his cheekbone.
“Your silence is not his protection, you know,” William whispered, setting Michael back on the ground and releasing his collar.
“W.. what are you talking about?” Michael spoke, straightening his jacket and still refusing to look at William.
“Don't play dumb with me,” William finally unfurled his left fist and revealed a crumpled up polaroid. Michael's heart sank once again; he knew exactly what that was. “If that faggot Fitzgerald is making you think you're one of those queers, I will never let you see him again.”
“N-no.. that's not.. He's not.. Uh.. I'm not-” Michael shook his head furiously, scrambling to come up with an excuse.
“I don't care what he does in his own home, but he will not infect mine. Not with this.. disease,” William scoffed and shoved the polaroid into Michael’s face - trying to emphasize what exactly the ‘disease’ was.
“If you ever pull something like this again, I will destroy more things than you cassette tapes, William Michael Afton.”
“Stop. Stop fucking calling me that,” Michael finally broke out of his stupor and began shaking uncontrollably. His anger was beginning to take control of him and he hated how much it made him look like William.
“Just.. leave me alone. I'm not gay, alright! It was just some stupid dare. It didn't mean anything. Vanessa took the picture as a joke, okay? It's all one big fucking joke!” The words felt like poison leaving Michael's mouth, they burned as they bubbled through his throat. He felt awful for not being able to defend himself or Jeremy. He felt awful that William was his father. He just felt awful.
“Good. Then you won't be needing this, will you?” William asked, the hatred evident in his voice. Michael looked up just as he heard the first rip - right through Jeremy’s face on the polaroid. He felt a pang in his heart but simply shook his head “no.” William continued until the entire thing was no more than a few paper scraps with what remained of Jeremy and Michael’s facial features.
“Oh, and clean up this room.” And with that, William stormed out once again. Michael slid down the backside of his door and crumpled to his knees. He had never felt so empty and alone in his life. He desperately wanted to cry but he would not give William the satisfaction over controlling his emotions. He would not cry. He would not cry. He would not cry.
A single tear began trailing down his cheek. He would cry.
–
Brrng Brrrng
The phone rang for what felt like the seventeenth time. It was getting on William’s nerves. He started to call out for someone else to answer it, but he couldn't exactly say “hey, Michael, I know we had a little argument yesterday but can you answer the phone? Pretty please??” and bat his eyelids. He groaned and rolled up his oil-covered sleeves, grabbing the nearest cloth like object and wiping off his hands.
William begrudgingly answered the phone with a slightly annoyed sounding “'Ello?”
“Mr. Afton! I'm sorry. I was trying to reach Michael.. we were supposed to hang out today,” the voice spoke through the speaker. It sounded very embarrassed to have called the wrong person.
“Who is this?”
“Oh! Umm.. It’s Jeremy, sir. Jeremy Fitzgerald?... Michael's.. best friend..?”
“Ah. Fitzgerald, yes. I remember… Michael is not available right now. He seems to.. have come down with a cold. He was complaining about.. cold rain and having to walk through it earlier.” William scrambled to come up with an excuse. This was the boy who was fond of his son? Now was the perfect chance to ruin whatever budding relationship they might've had.
“Actually, Johnny,”
“Jeremy.”
“Whatever. Let me see if Michael will be willing to take your call.”
William had the perfect plan, and it involved his newest prototype: the Hand Unit, now with built in voice synthesizer and voice capture abilities. Of course, William who was always plotting, and had recorded his argument with Michael the night before. He fiddled around with the buttons on the Hand Unit and switched it to the “angsty teen” setting - one he designed specifically to sound like Michael. Once he had it set up, he took his hand off of the receiver and made a test ‘hello?’
“Mike? Oh, thank God! I was worried you'd never pick up.” Jeremy's voice sounded through the speaker once again and William scowled at the relief he heard. Teenagers are so gullible these days.
“Jeremy?” William typed into the touchpad on the Hand Unit, amazed at his own handiwork and how clear it came out.
“Are you still able to come over today?”
William pressed a few more buttons, spewing out the first of the pre-recorded messages: “What are you talking about?”
“Don't you remember? You said you'd try to come over later today.”
William rolled his eyes and began flipping a few switches. It's now or never, I guess. He thought to himself as he searched through the messages for the real zinger: “Just.. leave me alone.”
“What..?”
“I'm not gay, alright! It was just some stupid dare. It didn't mean anything. Vanessa took the picture as a joke, okay? It's all one big fucking joke!” William’s lips moved into an evil smile as he awaited Jeremy’s response. This is more fun than I imagined. He thought to himself, giving him an imaginary pat on the back.
“Mike? You.. you don't mean that, right?” The hurt in the boy’s voice almost made William feel bad. Almost.
He had one final phrase to say and loaded it in as fast as he could: “Stop fucking calling me.”
Just as the Hand Unit finished the last sentence, it began to short out. William groaned in frustration and accidentally took his hand off the receiver, “Blasted thing. I thought I fixed that.” However, William did not realize that Jeremy very clearly heard that. William quickly hung up the phone and returned to his work, which now included fixing the Hand Unit.
Jeremy was a mixture of hurt and confused, had Michael actually said those things? And what was that strange thing Mr. Afton had said? “Blasted thing?” Something seemed fishy here, and he was going to figure out what happened.
–
Jeremy practically stormed out of his house, sprinting down the sidewalk as fast as his lanky build could carry him. By the time he arrived at the Afton’s doorstep, he was out of breath. He quickly knocked on the front door before hunching over to regain control of his breathing.
No answer. That's odd. They always answer on the first knock. Jeremy thought to himself. How else could he get in? And then it hit him; Michael's window. He grabbed a few pebbles (in case the window wasn't already open) and trekked around the side of the building.
Just his luck, the window was firmly shut. Jeremy selected a medium sized pebble, said a silent prayer that this glass was reinforced, and gently threw the pebble towards the small window. It landed against the glass with a small thump. Jeremy thanked whatever higher being that it hadn't shattered instantly
Seeing that there was no response to the first pebble, Jeremy picked up another and threw it much harder.
Michael glanced over at the sudden noise, just in time to see a small object land against his window. He pushed himself off the floor - wincing slightly as his injuries were still fresh (and had been left untreated). He shuffled over and glanced outside. Seeing that someone was outside (and actively throwing pebbles), Michael opened his window and tried to get a better look.
“Jeremy? What are you doing here?” Michael asked - confusion and a headache swarmed around his skull.
“Mike! I tried the front door but no one answered. I needed to talk to you in person.” Jeremy looked relieved when Michael had actually opened the doors. He placed down his handful of pebbles and began climbing in through the window.
Once he was inside, he dusted himself off and then finally looked at Michael.
“Oh.. Mike, what happened?” Jeremy walked over and gently grabbed Michael's chin, turning his head towards the light so he could better see the damage. The entire left side of Michael's face was swollen and slightly purple from the new bruising. Jeremy subconsciously ran his thumb over Michael's swollen lip, though he quickly moved his hand back when Michael flinched.
Jeremy took a closer look at the room and quickly noticed the large amount of broken glass that little Michael's bedroom floor.
“I'm fine, Jeremy. I.. tripped… into the bookshelf. And took a picture frame right to the face,” Michael quickly lied, even adding a chuckle to make it seem more accident like.
“We need to get you to a doctor, Michael. This could be seriously infected!” Jeremy moved back over to Michael and motioned to his injured face.
“No!” Michael snapped, then realized his tone and softened his words as he continued speaking, “No doctors. They'll.. they'll ask questions I'm not prepared to answer, okay? I'm fine.”
“Fine, but at least let me use a first aid kit, okay? I don't want there to be an infection,” Jeremy didn't even wait on a reply before fishing around in his bag full of necessary items, that he ALWAYS carried with him, and pulling out a small, travel sized first aid kit.
Jeremy sat down on Michael's bed and motioned for him to sit down as well. Michael obliged, though he was hesitant to let Jeremy doctor his wounds.
“By the way, Mike,” Jeremy began speaking in between Michael's winces as the cold antiseptic touched his face, “did you answer the phone earlier?”
“No..? I haven't left my room all day,” Michael shrugged and motioned to the state he was currently in, “Besides, Father banned me from using the phones.”
“Then.. who did I speak to earlier? It sounded just like you.. and you said some really mean things.” Jeremy's brow furrowed as he thought back to the earlier phone conversation.
Michael's eyes widened. Someone had spoken to Jeremy and pretended to be him? Not only that, but they apparently said something awful?
“If.. you don't mind me asking, what sort of things were said?” Michael asked, glancing up at Jeremy - who was still in deep thought.
“Well, first of all, you acted like you had no idea about our plans. Then, you started saying that.. that everything was just a joke and that you only did this because it was a dare. And that it meant nothing.. It really hurt to hear you say that,” Jeremy frowned, scanning Michael's face for any recognition for the words.
“Did the person say anything else?”
“Well, you said.. ‘stop fucking calling me’. And then the phone hung up.” Jeremy shrugged and searched his own memory for anything else that happened.
Michael's own expression was one of horror, he had recalled all of those things - but he distinctly remembered saying them to his father, not Jeremy.
“Jeremy, all those things.. They were part of an argument with my Father. He.. I was just trying to protect you. I didn't mean anything I said to him. I don't know how you heard it, but none of it was true,” Michael spoke softly, reaching over and gently squeezing Jeremy's hand.
“And that last part?”
“He kept calling me by my legal name - not Michael. The full context was ‘stop fucking calling me that'. I would never tell you to stop calling me.” Michael noticed how hurt Jeremy had seemed and placed a gentle hand on his cheek, “Please believe me, Jer. I'm sorry if my image was used to hurt you.”
Jeremy leaned into Michael's hand before placing his own on top of it. “I do believe you. But there was something else. Something weird.”
“What?”
“After the last sentence, it didn't instantly hang up. It sounded like wires shortcircuiting - oh, and I heard someone say ‘Blasted thing’,” Jeremy recalled, trying to give Michael as much detail as possible to help solve this mystery, “any ideas?”
Michael's expression dropped: he knew exactly what this was. “My father.”
Jeremy cocked his head to the side, clearly confused by this statement, “What do you mean by that?”
“My father. He's the one behind it. He.. he threatened that I would never be able to talk to you again. I.. I didn't know he'd do something like this, though.” Michael shook his head as the dots all seemed to connect in his brain.
Jeremy made another sort of ‘okay he's lost his mind’ gesture and his confusion continued to grow.
“Jeremy, he makes things. It's not impossible he could make something that captured the argument he and I had. What if.. what if he used that to try and dissuade you from.. from seeing me.” Michael placed his hand on Jeremy's shoulder and continued to gesture with his other. His eyes were wild as he realized just how far his father planned ahead. His breathing grew faster and his chest felt tight. How much had his father known? What else would he know?
Everything was too loud. Michael felt as if the walls were closing in around him. He began shaking once again. He didn't even seem to notice Jeremy calling his name. He was having an anxiety attack. Michael hadn't experienced one this bad since after his mother had passed away. Everything felt distant and like it was too close at the same time.
“Mike? Mike?” Jeremy's concerned voice couldn't reach him. “Michael?” The concern grew even louder.
Jeremy hesitated before placing his hands on both sides of Michael's face. “Mike, look at me. You're okay. It's okay.”
Michael remained frozen in place for a few more seconds until he felt the warmth of Jeremy’s hands against his cheeks. He slowly came back to reality, focusing on Jeremy's face instead of his overwhelming thoughts.
Jeremy stayed like that until Michael had calmed down enough to speak.
“I'm sorry for scaring you, Jer..” He trailed off, still worked up from the moments before.
Jeremy simply shook his head and wrapped his arms around Michael, pulling him as close as he could and hugging him as tightly as he dared - he was still unsure where else the injuries had spread and didn't want to harm Michael even more. Jeremy kept repeating “it's okay, you're okay” while gently rubbing his hand up and down Michael's back.
Michael sank into Jeremy’s arms and sniffled slightly. Jeremy placed a gentle kiss onto the top of Michael's hair.
“We’ll figure this out, Mike. Together.” Jeremy spoke before resting his chin on the top of his head. “We don't have to do anything right now, okay?”
Michael nodded and remained in this position until he completely calmed down.
“Jeremy, can we leave? Tonight? I don't want to be around him anymore.” Michael asked as he finally removed his head off of Jeremy's shoulder. He looked up at him hopefully, eagerly awaiting his response.
“Okay. If you want to,” Jeremy spoke, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind Michael's ear, “I'm sure my mom won't mind.”
So the two packed until Michael's room was completely empty. They carried as much as their backpacks could hold. Then they ran as fast as their legs could carry them. They ran until they were gasping for air.
The two of them soon arrived at the Fitzgerald household - where Mrs. Fitzgerald let them in without any questions. She was familiar with William's harsh parenting styles and knew that questions made Michael uncomfortable.
She quickly hugged Michael and agreed to let him stay as long as he wanted. Michael felt the burning of tears well up in his eyes. It's been a long time since he had a place where he felt wanted. It was quite nice.
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ASSWHOOPING [STEVE ROGERS X READER]
PAIRING: steve rogers x reader
WARNINGS: light mentions of alcohol, sam being a little shit, does Motrin count as drug use??
SUMMARY: after tagging along on your first mission, you realize you are in fact not a super soldier.
A DULL ACHING SPREAD BENEATH STEVE ROGERS'S SKIN, beneath already healing black and blue blemishes as he stepped up the stairs to the cabin. Bucky followed behind, wiping crimson splotches off his metal arm with a cloth as they ducked beneath the door frame. The mission had been rougher than usual, and (your name)'s first time tagging along. You began as a SHIELD medic, but then after the avengers split and your powers developed you began running havoc with the boys. It was the first time you'd come along; needless to say, it was a brutal exchange. Bucky and Steve had gotten away with a few bruises and cuts, but you and Sam had taken the brunt of the injuries. Nothing life-threatening, but needless to say you wouldn't be joining the Olympics anytime soon. Steve pulled off his helmet and ran the back of his hand along his forehead, hanging it by the door and wiping his boots as if he wasn't dressed head to toe in dirt and sweat-stained mission gear with gloves covered in someone else's blood. While it had been violent, Steve believed the mission was a success.
At least, that's what he thought until he heard the loud groan from the living room.
Bucky gave him a quizzical look, reflecting how Steve felt as he rounded the corner. He couldn't help the snort that escaped him when he found you and Sam sprawled out on the living room floor with arms and legs spread like starfish. Sam's goggles and wings were discarded onto the floor, and your belt and holstered guns were slung across the chair.
"I feel like my body's on fire." You groaned, "How do you guys do this every day?"
"I don't know, I don't ever remember being this fucking sore." Sam groaned before closing his eyes. "In my mind taking on three guys hand to hand was a brilliant idea. Now I'm not so sure. They handed us our asses."
"No, they whooped our asses THEN handed them to us." You groaned, shaking your head but then groaning at the movement before looking up at the two standing men and narrowing your eyes. "Look at them. Perfectly fine. Fucking super soldiers. I hate feeling like Sam."
Sam's head turned sharply to look at her. "What do you mean like Sam?"
"You're always getting your ass whooped." You grinned back at him.
"I'd kick you but you're too far away," Sam grumbled.
"I think she has a point." Bucky added on, earning a glare that could kill from the man on the floor. Steve snorted, shaking his head as he watched the pair. "Is there anything we can do for you two?"
"Yeah, move your big invincible head." You reached up, fingers moving through the air as you focused on the bottle of whiskey your powers had collected from the kitchen, two glasses trailing behind, as well as a bottle of motrin.
"Where was all this fancy telekinesis when we were pinned down?" Sam grumbled before catching the glass that floated over to him. "But I do like how you think."
"You think Bucky threw the truck that hit him in the head?" You shot back as you picked up your own filled glass and leaned up to take a sip.
"They looked back at the super soldiers. "I'd offer you some, but you can't even get drunk. How's it feel being perfect?"
"Yeah, look. Steve's hair isn't even messed up from his helmet. What is that?" Sam through his hand in the air.
"You're just salty Steve stepped in when you were losing," Bucky smirked, crossing his arms and giving Sam's foot a kick which earned a pained groan from Sam. "I know Grandpa over here did not just use the word salty." He jabbed a finger in your direction. "You're a bad influence."
You offered a crooked grin as you tossed your pills into your mouth, followed by a gulp from your glass.
"I don't think you're supposed to take pills with alcohol miss doctor. Speaking of which, why haven't you made us a better yet?" Sam followed in motion, finishing off his glass before letting his head fall back and hit the white carpet.
"Well, my usual advice would be to not throw yourself in the middle of a gang fight where you're extremely outnumbered and their biggest guy makes Steve look like one of Santa's elves." You grumbled in response.
"Oh, my bad, don't worry next time there's a country in danger I'll just look at them and be like 'sorry you can't hit me my doctor said it's bad for my health. Write me a note and I'll give it to the secretary of defense himself." Sam rolled his eyes but earned a loud belly laugh as you rolled over a bit before waving, "Oh my god stop, laughing hurts."
Steve rolled his eyes at the antics, unable to help the smile on his lips as he looked down at you. You looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes, bottom lip sticking out as you stuck your hands up in the air. "Help me, babe?"
He stepped forward, leaning down to slip his arms beneath you carefully and scooping you up bridal style. You nuzzled into his chest, warmth blooming in his chest at your touch as he felt a touch of pink dust on his cheeks even after all this time. He dropped a kiss to the top of your head before moving to carry you towards the bedroom when a loud grunt came from Sam on the floor. "Now where is my prince charming?" He held his arms up and looked at Bucky expectingly.
"Not even I could lift you." Bucky retorted with an eye roll, crossing his arms as he moved to kick Sam's foot. "You look pretty much dead anyway."
"You are a terrible friend, you know that?" Sam let his head fall back against the floor as he closed his eyes.
***
You sat on the bed, squeezing the towel through the strings of your wet hair. The soreness was dying down, and the feeling of sinking into the soft mattress was heavenly. You'd pulled on one of Steve's t-shirts and your senses were enveloped with the familiar smell of lavender and sandalwood, and all you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and pass out. Steve soon emerged from the bathroom in his undershirt, a grin on his lips. "I was wondering where my shirt went." He hummed, only for you to look around as if trying to find the culprit yourself. "Really? Where?"
Steve rolled his eyes and sat, bed dipping beside you as you felt his lips press to the top of your head. "I'm proud of you, y'know. You did a really good job today."
You felt a warm pink tint spread across your cheek, eyes darting down to your hands as you kicked your feet a bit. "You think so?"
"If it weren't for you, we'd probably of brought Sam home in pieces." He chuckled, and you felt those baby blues staring down at you without even looking up. The warmth from your cheeks burned down into your chest and caused your heart to threaten to burst. You turned towards him, leaning up to press your lips to his when a loud thump sounded from the living room, followed by a groan. You both stood instantly, Steve instinctively reaching a protective arm out in front of you before you heard Bucky's usual quiet mumble echo loud and clear through the hall followed by a consistent snarky tone from Sam.
"Touch me again and they'll find you in a ditch somewhere."
"You really need better anger management."
"I need better teammates."
"You know I'm your favorite. It's okay you can go ahead and say I- HEY. Redwing did nothing to you."
You snickered as you watched Steve roll his eyes, moving to wrap strong arms around your waist as he tilted his head. "I believe we were in the middle of something weren't we?"
"Indeed, we were." You smiled, pushing up onto your toes and pressing soft lips against his as your hands rested against his defined chest.
a/n
another one for the books. thanks for reading and don't forget requests are open!
#Steve Rogers x Reader#Steve Rogers#captain America#captain America x Reader#sambucky#marvel#avengers#marvel x Reader#avengers x Reader
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