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lyneira · 1 year

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♤ it's always the quiet ones ♤

SMUT - MINORS DNI

-> how the genshin men react when they find out that you, their quiet and shy s/o, has a high sex drive

fem!reader x genshin men

This dude is ASTOUNDED

Xiao, Diluc, GOROU, Scaramouche

It would come as a big shocker to these guys. Like, where did all of this desire come from? Comparing your timid gaze on him when you two had first met, to the hungry, lustful gaze that you were looking at him with when it came to getting intimate simply flabbergasted him. Yet, at the same time, turned him on.

During the act, he wouldn't know which emotion to feel. To be clear, it's not that he dislikes your eagerness, it's just that it's something that he's still getting used to, and it's also that he wanted to be the one making you flustered instead.

You'd surprise him with a multitude of sensual touches and gestures that he wouldn't have expected from you, and with each one, his heart would begin to race and the heat in his cheeks would rise. (And of course, the heat wouldn't be the only thing that was rising, heh ;) )

And his flustered state would only turn you on further, for with each forward touch, kiss, and lick you'd give him, a gratifying moan would escape from his lips as he tries to maintain his composure. His attempts to keep his cool would be all for naught, as clear in both the redness of his cheeks and stiffness of his cock.

It's so obvious that all of this excited him and he was trying to hold back. So, you gotta tell him to put all of that excitement inside of you instead of holding it in, and then he might bust a nut right there, or he might actually do as you say, quickly sliding himself inside you and thrusting all of his love deeply into you.

Would sit back and relax

CYNO, Albedo, DAINSLEIF, Tighnari

Your high libido would also be a surprise to him but he doesn't mind at all. In that case, he'll simply let you have your way with him when it comes to love-making. Whatever makes you happy.

These guys are generally on the quiet side, and would probably be less vocal during the act, but they'll have a hard time keeping quiet when you'd be touching and riding them. Soft moans would begin to fill the room as you pleasure yourself with his cock, from sucking it, licking it, to bouncing up and down on it. Luckily, they'd have a lot of stamina, so you'd be able to do all of this for nearly as long as you'd like.

Indeed, he's absolutely fine with you using him to your liking, just as long as you understand that he'll do the same to you after you're done. It's only fair that after servicing you with his cock, that you service him with your pretty pussy, y’know? ;)

Ready to serve

Zhongli, Kazuha, KAVEH, Baizhu, THOMA

When he finds out about your big sexual appetite behind your usual demure demeanor, this man will be willing and ready to serve you. He'd be more than happy to cater to his darling. He would rather let you relax and would rather be the one to please you instead.

After all, your pleasure is their pleasure. Seeing that exasperated, hot, lewd look on your face as he's eating you out or destroying your pussy with his cock really gets him going, to the point where he'd probably already come at the sight. And that paired with you begging and moaning desperately for more? Get ready to be covered or filled to the brim with his love for you (or both hehe), for he, too, will want more

Plus, overall, he'd actually be happy to see this rather wild side of you. Not only due to the sexual aspect of it, but because it makes him feel closer to you, especially knowing that you would only show it to him and no one else. It's also an indication that you're feeling comfortable and safe enough with him to reveal this side of you, and it simply delights him that you two are able to grow more intimate both physically and emotionally.

Would be EAGER

ITTO, Childe, Venti

This would come as a wonderful surprise to him. Horny meets horny? That's PERFECT

He'll be a little pouty about it though, like, "Why didn't you reveal this side of yourself sooner?!" Imagine all of the things he would have done with you, and especially TO you already if he had known. He had been holding himself back when it came to getting intimate out of respect for you, not wanting to overstep your comfort-zone or ending up scaring you away.

Anyway, you two would fuck like animals, without any restraint or hesitancy. The moment either of you get turned on, y'all would go straight to fucking. It probably wouldn't matter where you guys are, you two will find a way to satiate your desires ASAP, even if it meant having to do the act in an alleyway or even out in the open (hopefully when there was no one around).

The power dynamic between you both would be quite balanced, I'd say? You two are so desperate for each other and would reciprocate each other’s actions with the same intensity and fervor as the other anyway.

Painfully teases you

Alhaitham, AYATO, Heizou, Kaeya

Oh? His sweet girl actually has a high libido? How interesting~

Well, the truth is- he had a feeling that you had a big sexual appetite as he observed the way you would ever so subtly rub your thighs together whenever he got close to you. Or he might catch you staring a bit too long and hard at him whenever he was shirtless or undressing, seeing you subtly lick your lips, observing the lustful glint in your eye. In fact, he was ecstatic when you revealed the truth yourself. Not only was he right about his speculations, but now he can do something about it.

So! He'll use this to his advantage to make the love-making even more fun.

He won't give you what you want just yet now that he knows how feverishly your desire runs in your veins. He'll torment you by touching and groping your sensitive spots in public first. Maybe he'll leave a hand on your thigh and give it a little squeeze. Maybe he'll slowly slide his hand further up your thigh and begin rubbing circles on the flesh that's oh so close to your heat. Then, maybe he'll begin rubbing those same gentle circles on top of your clothed clit.

And he'll smile as he watches you begin to get flustered and squirm, knowing that he's getting you hot and you can't do much about it. You'd wonder how he'd get away with all of this without anyone noticing, but the thought would immediately be dismissed when he slightly raises the pressure of his thumb and lets his middle finger rub up and down your clothed folds.

By the time you two arrive home, you'd find yourself devouring his lips and rubbing up against his thigh, begging for him to fuck you already. Unfortunately, he decides that he still isn't done with his teasing and won't lay a finger on you yet. He'd rather see you do that to yourself first.

"Aw, can't take it anymore, dear? I know, I know...", he coos, giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek, before smiling and continuing,"Then touch yourself for me... show me how much you need me"

Do as he commands and he'll finally reward you. Dont fret, he'll actually comply this time. The moment he sees how wet your pussy is with arousal even without touching yourself yet, he won't be able to hold himself back either. After watching your lovely little show, he'll then give you the most sweet and passionate fucking that you deserve right away. He'll even let you have your way with him too. Well, only for some time because he wouldn't be able to resist pouncing back onto you after how good you've been for him.

Therefore, after you milk his cock for the final time of the night, he'll hold you close to his chest, rubbing his hand up and down your back, and whisper into your ear,

"That's my good girl~"

a/n: it appears that I got a bit carried away with that last category, hehe. I just know they'd do all that and more, y’know? ;)

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stealanity · 28 days

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[ lee juyeon ] ꕤ sick of you

word count : 1,062 genre : fluff, exes to unspoken lovers

« what are you doing here? » he asked, in a voice almost too weak to be heard. locking your gaze on his face, you watched him for a few long seconds, noting the extent of the damage. blue bags under his eyes, skin so pale it blends in perfectly with the white wall behind him, tired eyes that struggle to stay open.. yea, lee juyeon was undoubtedly ill. pushing him in, hooking one of your hands on his wrist to pull him back, you closed the door behind you before kicking off your shoes. « i met hyunjae with my mother when we came back from grocery shopping, » you explain, placing your coat on a chair before walking to the kitchen of his apartment, « she asked how you were, and when she found out you were sick, she forced me to come here with a soup she'd made for you. »

you weren't lying — of course it wasn't the whole truth, but he didn't need to know that your mother had nothing to do with it. « you still haven't told her we're not together anymore? » he asked, avoiding your gaze as he camouflaged himself in a thick blanket to prevent the cold from biting his arms. biting your lip as you looked up at him for a microsecond, you shook your head negatively as you served him a hot bowl of soup, hoping you don't need to express yourself vocally on the matter. you were ashamed to still carry him so high in your heart — your feelings for juyeon were beyond anything you'd ever felt, and getting rid of him felt like hellfire. it's not that you didn't want to, you just couldn't. you just couldn't do it. every morning, you woke up wanting to know how he was, and looking for him in the university corridors was one of your daily activities. the boy who had haunted your thoughts for so long was far too hard to forget.

letting a long sigh leave your lips, you left the kitchen for the living room, where your ex-boyfriend was currently sitting. he looked so weak, his eyelids drooping with fatigue, the tip of his nose all red, and the blanket covering most of his body. too cute, you thought, a faint smile tugging at your lips that he didn't have time to notice when you set the bowl down in front of him. « eat while it's hot, » you almost ordered him, his two black orbs finally planting themselves in yours, « it will help you heal. »

not daring to sit next to him, you remained planted beside him as he swallowed two or three gulps of the soup. the atmosphere was strange : not annoying, but heavy. you knew he knew it wasn't from your mother at all — juyeon knew you far too well to be fooled by such a lie, and you suddenly felt a pang of remorse invade your muscles. rocking from right to left, from one foot to the other, looking everywhere else but at him, juyeon suddenly spoke up, « thank you, y/n. that's all i needed. »

nodding your head in understanding, you moved towards the chair on which was your jacket, the one you had previously carelessly placed on it. « i won't bother you any longer.. » you almost whispered, ready to put on your garment, until you felt a warm hand grasp yours, stopping you in your tracks. juyeon stood beside you, his eyes piercing yours, and a look of incomprehension appeared on your face, prompting him to speak up. « stay with me, » he asked, in a pleading whisper betrayed by his cracked voice, « please. »

it was absolutely not a good idea. it was like crushing your heart that was trying so hard to heal, like ignoring all the efforts you've made so far to ignore him. perhaps you preferred to listen to your heart's frantic beating rather than your mind's reasonable warnings — maybe taking care of him was in your nature as a good person. nodding gently, your eyes never leaving his for a second, juyeon's slender fingers went down to your hand, lightly intertwining them with yours. in a natural movement, the boy drew you into his cadence : your body acting on its own, settling on the sofa you hadn't dared touch earlier. without waiting or protesting on your part, juyeon let his head fall heavily into your lap, his nose tucked into your sweater, his eyelids closed in exhaustion. he was so handsome, despite the paleness of his skin and the cold visible on his tired features — nothing could ruin his perfectly sculpted face, worthy of the greatest marble statues in museums.

hesitantly, you ran your fingers through the tangled ebony strands of his hair, causing the boy to move slightly closer to you. in the restful silence of the room, only the humidifier could be heard, but juyeon thought that, disturbing that tranquility with his stupid question, was a good idea. « now.. tell me the real reason why you came here. » his voice was barely audible, but loud enough for you to understand every word clearly.

letting a sigh escape your mouth, despite the amused smile on your lips at how ridiculous you thought you were for not knowing how to lie, even for something so insignificant, your index finger traced the contours of juyeon's face, gently, delicately, so as not to disturb his almost-sleep. « i care about you. it doesn't matter whether or not we are still together. » you confessed shamelessly, the words leaving your throat as naturally as possible. you watched him for a long time, trying to discern his reaction from the features of his face — but gestures often speak louder than words.

without waiting any longer, juyeon's fingers clasped those of your free hand, bringing the back of your hand up to his lips. subtly, he placed a light kiss on it, so light you could have imagined it, right before holding it preciously close to him, like a child clutching its blanket. you may no longer be together, the couple label no longer attached to your backs — but one thing was certain : your feelings for each other were far from over.

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stickytrigger69 · 5 months

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Can I ask for idw Optimus finding out that before the war, his Connie (male pronouns if possible) was a… exotic dancer? And ah, much more?

IDW Optimus x Con Reader

Reader is a mech

Readers' frame type, height, paint job, etc, are vague

NSFW minors DNI!

A/N: I've been struggling 😭 I've recently moved states, and it's been interesting to adjust, to say the least. But I should be getting back to it soon. I luv you all, and I really appreciate everyone's patience 😘😘😘

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He came home angry, and you wondered if it was Prowl again or if someone had stirred up trouble or if he was harassed for conjunxing an ex-decepticon again. Unfortunately, it was none of those things because as soon as the words, 'what's wrong?', came from your vocalizer he glared at you. Suddenly, larger than normal, he stared you down with such fire in his optics it made you want to hide.

"Don't you talk to me, understand. I don't want to hear a peep from you." He pointed accusationally at you before stomping to your shared room. "I need time to think, leave me alone." And that was that. You spent the remainder of the afternoon on the couch, still thinking about what you could have done to make him this angry. Admittedly, he scared you. Past memory has protected you before, and you were ready for it to do so again.

When the time came, you got up to make dinner for you and your lover. You placed his serving on the floor, knocked, then turned around and left back to the living room. If he wants his space fine, but you don't want him to starve, so you listen in, and only when you hear the door open and shut, do you start eating your portion. When you've finished, you set your dishes down and sit there. Sadness had begun to fill your chassis with every bite, guilt settled deep within your tanks.

Thoughts race endlessly through your processor while you sit there in deafening silence. The whoosh of the door opening actually startles you, but you make no effort to look at him. The sink runs, and his dishes clink and clang together before he turns it off. "Why didn't you tell me?" You're caught off gaurd, confused. "Why? Was it because you were scared or disgusted? Why didn't you tell me that you were... that you used to..." He trails off and slowly comes into the living room and looks down at you. "Do you have any clue what I'm talking about?" He pleads with his optics that you will say yes.

"I... I do. I know what you're talking about. And I'm sorry I never said anything." You make room for him and pat the empty seat, wanting him to sit. "I was an exotic dancer at first. It was harmless, I was paid handsomely to dance for grimy mechs and femmes alike from the safety of an impenetrable case, and believe me, many had tried to bust through." He just listens and looks at your face contort with emotion. "Just dancing, they told me, just dance for them, and that's all. You can live your dreams if you just wiggle your aft. I was smaller then; shorter and less clunky." You look down at the added armor. It's made you look more rough around the edges, and it comforts you, "I was also young and naive, and they told me they would protect me, that I could make so much more. Then I started letting them in. They could touch, feel, and taste what they couldn't before. I still danced, but afterward, I would handle them in the back. Or they would handle me, y'know?" You chuckle awkwardly.

"I might take this armor off, show you what my Primus given frame looks like. Megatron had Shockwave fit me this armor, I was uh, distracting the other 'Cons, starting trouble. He understood it wasn't on purpose. Every so often, it would get tight, and I'd have to upgrade, bigger, stronger, better. I think I can..." You tail off and try pulling at your wrist seams until you hear a small pop and hiss. "There it is." You pull it apart, and the seam stretches upwards along the side of your servo like a casing. A smaller servo on the inside, and you smile at the sight of your own servo. "Will you..?" You hold your arm out to him, and he takes it gently. After hours of work, he is finally able to pop the last case around your left tribulen open. Shockwave really didn't want it falling off. Some seams had to be heated and nearly melted to get the welds off.

"I feel so much lighter," you stretch yourself out, "I'll bet I'm faster now, too."

"All of its been a lie?" He asks solemnly, digits trace up and down your arm. Your real arm, he reminds himself.

"No. I never lied. I just..." He is curious, and thus, he pushes you onto the couch. His servos are now even larger, nearly engulfing your waist in just one. His digits start prodding. He loves you so much, thinks you are the most attractive mech he's ever seen, but he didn't know you could become even more attractive and it does something inside of him. No longer angry or betrayed, he feels invigorated instead, wanting to explore the real you and you can tell, teasing his arousal through his field.

"Is your spike still the same size, my dear? I'd like to find out." He stares deeply into your optics as your breath hitches. Your own arousal blooming underneath your panels.

"I was uh, going to tell you, but unff- I ahhh." You grunt and moan with every thrust, now in your berth, lover behind you on his knees.

"Just shut up and take it like a good little mech." Optimus holds your helm up with one servo to speak in your audial. His harsh tone makes you whimper and valve squeeze around him. He then holds your helm down by the back of your neck while the other servo holds your hip tightly. He's so much bigger than you that he easily engulfs your frame with his own, and it thrills you to no end. That, and the rough treatment, do wonders for you. It makes your processor swirl and frame activate every sensory input processor available to overwhelm and stimulate you. Oh, the power of his hips, the grip of his servos, and open vocalizer are enough to make you overload straight into hard reset.

"I had always wondered why, why, after every time we interfaced, you were still so tight? Such a small mech, small valve, should be stretched by my spike." You moan. "I also wondered why or how you had so much stamina. How you were so good at sucking spike. If you were just a natural or if you had practice with past lovers." He slams into you at a fast pace, smirking when you yelp. "But they weren't lovers, were they? No, they were consumers. Investors. Keeping you clean and healthy so they could use you up. As much as I don't like that thought, I can't change it, the past at least. Now, now no one will look at you like that anymore. Only me, no one can have you the way I can, the way I do." Possessiveness takes over him for a moment, and he flips you onto your back. He stares deeply into your optics while inching his spike into your tight, wet valve, and your spike bobs and dribbles prefluid onto your abdomen.

When your frames connect, his optics begin to roam down to your derma and then even further down. "Tell me, sweetspark, how did you get this mod? How much was it? How many 'clients' did you have to take for it, or did one of them gift you with the mod? Did they lavish you with oils and treats? Or were you just a back alley buy mech who got lucky?" He asks crudely while his thumb rubs your anterior node in circles.

"Optimus." You bashfully turn your helm to the side to look away from him. His words are harsh but very much near the truth, and that's what's embarrassing you so.

"Don't you look away from me." He grabs your face and forces you to look at him. "I'm sorry, it got to my head." He leans down and kisses you lovingly, still pumping in and out of you. "There's just something about how dirty you were. So forbidden and delicious." He pulls out suddenly. In one swift motion, he lifts you up and lays down, placing you on top of him. "Show me, do for me what you did for them." He rubs his servos up and down your sides softly. You stare down at him, venting heavily.

"I need access to your valve if that's what you want." He hums curiously but complies, a low 'shhk' sound alerts you of his exposed valve. He waits patiently and watches you slink down. "I'm going to have to dance for you some other time too." You smirk before rubbing your valve against his. Anterior nodes bumping against each other while you take his spike in your servo. Your slick coats his valve opening heavily, making him groan at the feeling your fluids mixing.

"That's nice darling, but..." He goes quiet. His node, it feels. "What is happening?" You chuckle and lean over him, spike still in your servo, but your other travels down between you both.

"Oh my love, there are bits and pieces of me that I've been wanting to share with you." Two of your digits push into his valve. When you pull them out, you put them into yourself to gather more of your own lubricant and push them back into him. "I've also wondered how you would react to this feeling." The feeling on his node travels deep into him. It spreads like wildfire up inside him. It's like a cold wave that makes his servos ball up into fists.

"Not only did certain mechs and femmes get to have me completely, I danced for them. I showed myself off in a glass case. Taunted them with what they couldn't have." You curl your digits inside him and brush against his interior node, making him shiver. And, as if it were a system error, a few seconds after you touched his node, a small burst of electricity pulses from his node in small waves, making him cry out. And without warning, you thrust your spike into his valve and start stroking his roughly.

You pound into his sensitive valve and stroke his spike simultaneously to make him a moaning mess beneath you. "It's not too much, is it my love?" You ask sweetly and he shakes his head.

"More!" He cries, bucking his hips. With a smirk, you thrust harder. Sacrificing speed for force knowing that the effects will last longer and be stronger. He has melted, gone completely limp beneath you. His optics flicker and his field is charged to the brim. You swear you can taste it, the thick nectar of his lust dripping from his core. Suddenly, he takes hold of your shoulders and sits up. He has you confused for a few moments until he starts riding you. Now, on his knees, he bounces in your lap.

You feel your faceplate heat up even more, his actions flattering you, but what makes this moment even sweeter is the way he's looking at you. No one has looked at you this way. You know it's different from the usual looks youd get, but you're not so sure what's different about it.

"Optimus, I still have trouble believing you're actually serious about this relationship of yours. Even after you've learned everything about him and his past. I mean, it was bad enough that he's an ex decepticon, but it's another that he's..." Suddenly, a large servo can be seen over the red and blue mechs shoulder.

"Don't you finish that sentence. I know you don't 'approve' of it, Prowl. But he's my conjunx, and that was his past, not his present, nor his future. And I do believe it has shaped him," Prowl makes a suggestive motion with his servos as Optimus 'monologues' as he likes calling it, "into the mech he is today." Optimus turns around to face the shorter officer who just stares at him.

"Not only personality wise, I'm sure." Prowl rolls his optics. The comment leaves a sour taste in the primes mouth. "But you're right, he's your conjunx, it's really none of my business. I suppose it's just the fact that it's not very professional. For a mech of your status, I'd expect a high-grade conjunx. You've had many suitors, and all of which at least knew what fine arts are. Besides, he's just a trophy wife, as the humans would say." Optimus chuckles and shakes his head. Oh, how wrong is Prowl's statement. You are very intelligent and creative, and you're more than just some trophy wife.

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thesmokingguns · 1 year

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Vintage Valentine w/ Nikki Sixx

Minors DNI 18+

Warning: mentions of cum play, over atom, sex toys, unprotected sex

Minors DNI 18+

You loved the way it felt when Nikki came inside of you. It wasn’t just the warm feeling of his cum pumped inside of you, the way that it filled you up and how when he pulled out it would coat your thighs in a sticky mess, serving as a reminder of how you were his it was the whole act of him fucking you.

When Nikki was on top of you, his chest pushed against yours, growling and grunting into your ear with feral rapid need for you, it made you vibrate with pleasure. He’d press you against the mattress, pulling up when he was about to cum so he could look down at you and watch the way his cock looked filming you. His eyes on the space where he could see his cock so deep in you, leaving a little bump. Stretching your womb out as he filled it with his seed, watching you get a little tummy from being pumped full.

And you loved how he looked down at you, using you like a little breeding bitch. How he’s stay inside of you as his cock softened, pulling out and dragging some of the cum with him. As he got up to clean himself he’d look at you, all fucked out, laying with your thighs slightly open, glistening from his cum. Sometimes the goops of sticky whiteness flowing out from the slightly swollen pink opening of your pussy.

It was such a sight that sometimes he’d come back, bringing your dildo and fucking you with the toy, watching entranced as his cum was forced out of you because there was no room for anything else. He’d make you cum around the fake cock, seeing stars and being overused and overwhelmed and by the time your orgasm hit you, he’d be ready to fuck again. Filling you up again with his cum.

Nikki was fucking you now, holding you from behind, his mouth on your shoulder, kissing you as he fucked you from behind. One of your legs between his, the other over this thighs to hold you open so he could use your body to his liking. He had his let arm wrapped around your torso, hands squeezing at your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples and tugging at them with him thumb and pointer finger. His right hand on your hip, finger print marks that would be left there from him squeezing at your hip bones as his cock pushed inside of you, stretching you.

Your pussy was so wet, you could feel your own juices running out down over Nikki’s balls and causing this wet squelching sound with each of his thrusts. Nikki was starting to bit down, a tell tale sign that he was close to cumming. His fingers sliding from where they had been bruising your hip down over your stomach. His fingers rolled softly over your belly button to where he could feel the head of his cock inside of you, fucking you. He growled, primal emotion as the sense of possession over you, the knowledge of how he could use you and how you ate it up.

He reached for your hand guiding it down to hold it over your stomach, pushing down so you were cupping his cock that was inside of you as he thrust up, toying with you with long deep thrusts.

“Do you feel me? Do you feel me inside of you taking what's mine?” he was gasping out, short of breath and consumed with pleasure, “Say it. Say you’re mine.” he demanded as you wondered if you could even speak.

You were overcome with pleasure already. Nikki had gone down on you before he had fucked you, getting you over excited and making you buck up, cumming in his mouth. He had been delighted at how easily you had orgasmed, toyed with you after and got you right to the brink for a second orgasm which you had right as he had started fucking you, ten minutes before. Now, now you were so stimulated and horny that you knew if he touched your clit you would surely black out. The idea of talking seemed like a task you were unable to complete.

“My pussy is yours, Nikki.” you managed to breathe out, hearing the sharp intake of breath. His pleasure was vocal and you appreciated the sounds he made, heightening the moment without reserve or embarrassment.

“My pussy. Gonna fill you up. Gonna fill your pussy up and then make you lay here after, holding your knees to make sure all my cum stays inside you.” you warmed at his words, nodding your head, “Keep feeling me. I want you to feel me when I cum.” he demanded, moving his hand off yours.

You kept your hand on your stomach like he had asked, gasping as his hand slipped down, running over the wetness of your clit. He was going to make you pass out tonight. His thumb strummed you and then pinched you. His balls slapping your ass from behind, cock filling you and now his fingers twisting and pinching at your clit. Your eyes shut as you tried to not faint.

“Nikki, too much. Too much, NIKKI!” you screamed his name, feeling the wave of warmth wash over you. His cock popped from you as he looked down, watching your body squirt. The shock on his face quickly was replaced with feral need as he flipped you on your stomach, pinning your hand under you as he lifted your hips and buried himself back inside of you.

This was the first time you had ever squirted and the sight of you cumming that hard had Nikki seeing stars. You could feel him, burying himself inside of you, pounding you so hard from behind that you ached but your eyes opened wide when you felt it. The warm rush of his cum filling you. He held your hips, pushing himself deeper inside of you. Your hand on your stomach could feel the spasms of his cock as he emptied himself into you, using you like his own personal cum rag. Instead of waiting to get soft, Nikki Dragged your knees up, pulled your ass up higher and pulled out. He opened your ass cheeks running his cock over your asshole as he dried himself off with your body.

“Stay like that, pretty girl. I want you to stay like that so I can see how good you are at keeping my cum inside of you.” you blushed like he hadn’t just been fucking you as you nodded, loving the praise.

Nikki was standing from the bed, going to get a towel and a new set of sheets as you laid on the bed, eyes heavy and belly full. You would do anything to please him. Even being his personal cum dumpster.

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ultrakdramamama · 6 months

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Lee Taemin has been a K-pop idol for more than half his life, and has embodied innovation and ingenuity throughout his career. The 30-year-old began making music at 14, and has cemented himself as the industry's ace.

Taemin debuted as a member of group SHINee in 2008 and began work as a soloist in 2014. He is also a member of K-pop supergroup SuperM.

At his core, Taemin is a visionary dedicated to his craft. He constantly strives to challenge himself, pursuing new concepts and different angles to his artistic identity with each release. His work is hard to qualify, with the artist describing it "Taemin-cliché."

And "Guilty", his latest offering, sets the stage for a new era.

"Preparing for this album, I feel like it's a fresh start," he told USA TODAY.

Taemin pulls back the curtain on 'Guilty'

Taemin's fourth mini album "Guilty" released Oct. 30. The six-track EP is the artist's first solo release in two years. His last EP "Advice" in 2021 came before he enlisted for South Korea's mandated military service.

The atmosphere of "Advice" felt as if it closed the curtain to a period, said Taemin. As a result, "Guilty" acts almost like a reintroduction to who Taemin is as an artist.

"Making too much changes felt like it's too risky, but I wanted to take that risk if there was an appropriate track ready," he said.

"Guilty" proved to be that risk worth taking, serving as the helm of a mini album that presents new aspects to Taemin, while also strengthening his established skills.

In the EP, Taemin traverses various moods and tones, journeying through guilt, heartbreak, melancholy and love. Through this EP, Taemin wanted to create a "color that covers what I have been doing in my career."

'Guilty' encapsulates Taemin's artistry

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The concept of "Guilty" took inspiration from the book "Erotism" by Georges Bataille. "As an artist, it is my job to be more appealing and more attractive. I wanted to understand what attracts other people," said Taemin.

The book presented Taemin with scope on this notion. His delicate, compelling vocals are the enticement with hypnotic and sharp choreography completely pulling you in.

"I want to introduce who Taemin is through the performances," he said.

Taemin reflects on growth over the last 15 years

Since debut, Taemin has come into his own. He started at very young age and has grown and evolved not only to become an accomplished creative, but also a humble human.

"People learn a lot from experience," he said. "I tried to build my own identity and challenged myself with diverse concepts, and it’s interesting to see that it became my own color."

He also heavily values the relationships he's fostered along the way.

This responsibility is something Taemin carries with him. Often referred to as the "idol of idols," Taemin has been an inspiration to many in the industry.

"I also looked up to someone else as well and I never would’ve thought that I’ll become one," he said. "It gives me faith in myself because it’s one of the proving moments that my decisions were correct."

Ultimately, Taemin hopes to break barriers and limitations through his art.

#SHINee #Taemin #Lee Taemin #SuperM #Guilty #USA Today #Olivia Munson #231107 #interview #Youtube

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Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 224

Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.

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The deck at the back of Leah's house continued the homely feel the house had had. When Mitch stepped out first to keep the door open for her, he could tell from the way that it had been maintained and set up that this was a spot the couple living in the house liked to spend a lot of their time at and maybe entertain some guests too.

Even though the rectangle shape was simple, Leah and Brett had divided the space wisely by having the two ends serve different needs.

They had a couch with big cushions and two folding chairs in the other end around a small table, further from the door, where various big plants in their earthy-colored pots helped divide the space but also provided some privacy for conversations you could have way pass your bed time.

On the other end, closer to where he was now standing, Mitch could see a heavy looking table made out of wood and one long patio bench on each side, allowing six people to dine out, if needed.

Next to them, they had a grill.

"Do you use that a lot?" Mitch asked out of a personal curiosity, nodding toward the grill, when Leah walked over to the dining table and set the tray on it.

She glanced at the thing and nodded. "When Brett's home, yeah. He loves having people over for barbecue. I try to take it a little lighter with meat these days."

"Sounds like my kind of guy", Mitch said with a smile and sat down while Leah served them the lemonade.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, her head tilted toward him.

"Well, I actually have a beef business with this other, local cowboy", he explained. "A rodeo legend, actually."

Leah's lips curved into a smile. "So, wait... Am I understanding this right... You never left Hudson?" she checked, surprised.

From what she could remember, Mitch had always talked about doing a bit of traveling after school, before he would be ready to settle down anywhere. He had been a small town boy at heart, but Leah had always thought maybe the world would change his mind.

"Well, I left", Mitch corrected her, "but I came back."

"Your dad must be happy", Leah said, gesturing Mitch to take his glass when the lemonade had been poured. "The Saddle Road Ranch's story continues."

Mitch hummed. "Oh, he probably would have been, if that had been what had happened", he agreed. "But... it's more complicated than that."

Leah sat down when she had poured herself the drink as well. She cradled the glass and enjoyed its faint cold feel against her palms while she examined Mitch's face.

"Complicated, how?" she was curious.

"I was away, overseas, when my dad had to make the big decision to sell the ranch", Mitch shared. "I guess he was always hoping that I would be the one to take over, even though he never really vocalized it, but even though I was a little lost after high school, he knew that ranching wasn't my plan, hence why I pursued other things."

Leah nodded. "I see..."

"Of course when I came back to help him with the downsizing, I felt... sad. But not because I had not taken that chance, more like because... that was my childhood home. My roots", Mitch recapped.

Leah nodded, looking down. "I get that. -- Yet, here you are, living the cowboy life again?" she continued the conversation, eyeing Mitch's look that clearly gave away his lifestyle.

Mitch let out a laugh, spreading his arms a little bit, as if to promote it too.

"Yeah, here I am. Funny how life works. You spend years and years thinking the ranching life isn't for you and then you live a little, but end up coming back and loving every second of it...."

"I guess you have to know what you'd be missing out before you can decide you aren't actually missing out much?" she offered.

Mitch shrugged. "Guess so."

"So, you have your own ranch now then?" Leah checked.

"No. I have a house, but I lease the land. I have a horse, though. Well, two horses, but the other one is keeping my horse company", Mitch explained. "He's not an active working horse."

"Gosh, this takes me back..." Leah said, shaking her head as she reminisced those days of their teenage years and the ranching lifestyle of Hudson. "Riding and all that. I haven't done that in ages... I remember liking it, but... I guess the horse girl life just wasn't for me overall."

Mitch looked around. "Well, you never know. You have a lot of grassland here; horse would fit right in", he added with a wink.

"Oh no, I think we're happy with just having a dog", Leah insisted, the smile never leaving her face, "and with the baby on the way, it's about to get busy."

Mitch nodded. "Yeah, for sure."

"What about you? Any kids?" Leah asked.

"Oh, no", Mitch shook his head and taking a sip of the drink.

"Anyone special, at least?" she teased him.

Mitch couldn't bury his smile, so it wasn't hard for Leah to read him.

"That's a yes", she concluded, but figured since he had not said anything, maybe he wanted to keep that under wraps. "How are your parents then?"

Mitch inhaled deeply, thinking about what to say.

Her mom and dad had always liked Leah, so the question wasn't just out of politeness, he knew, as Leah had spent a lot of time at the ranch, getting familiar with their way of life and simultaneously pretty much becoming part of the family.

"They're good now. Living in a condo in Calgary", Mitch summarized. "My mom... she, uh, she had a stroke few years ago."

"Oh, no..." Worry colored Leah's face. "Is she-- is she okay?"

"Yeah, she is now", he assured. "That was the reason why they had to sell the ranch and why I came back and... well, it was just a messy stage in my life overall", he added before he would get into any type of long-winded explanation, "but... she uses a wheelchair now. She's not as active as she used to be, but still pretty sharp."

"I'm glad she survived", Leah said. She fiddled her glass, feeling like it was an appropriate time to update Mitch about her parents too. "I lost my dad to cancer six years ago. So it's just me and mom now."

"Oh... I'm sorry for your loss", Mitch extended his condolences.

Leah nodded. "Thanks. It all happened so suddenly; he got the diagnosis and within months... he was gone. Still hard to believe it sometimes."

"Yeah, I bet", he said, feeling like he knew something about that too.

Almost like reading his mind, Leah decided to change the subject, but still keeping it in the family. Unfortunately she was unknowingly keeping it in the passed on family members.

"You and Zach still up to no good?" Leah guessed as it almost sounded like nothing had really changed in Mitch's life, even though he had apparently taken few side steps to try things out.

Mitch felt like the air from his lungs suddenly got clogged.

His face turned stony, and he cleared his throat.

"Uh, actually, no..." Mitch said, feeling the catch-up taking a turn, but maybe Leah deserved to know, seeing she and Zach had once been friends too. "He... He actually died few years ago."

Leah placed down the glass with a slow movement, as if she was scared to break the moment. Her expression was shocked, but she was trying to hold it back a little bit.

"Oh... I'm-- I had no idea. I'm really sorry to hear that, Mitch. I know how close you were."

Mitch nodded. "Thanks."

A pregnant pause fell between them, and Leah knew that response all too well as it was something she often came across with whenever she told people about her dad's passing.

She knew from her own experience that she didn't really like dwelling in the sad, the suffering or the loss - the last moments - but instead loved whenever people told her memories about her father she had not heard before.

She even loved the stories that she had heard million times in the past but that helped keep him alive in her memories - and also in other people's minds.

Those comforting thoughts.

The worst part about losing someone you had loved was the fear of forgetting them.

So, she decided a similar approach with this as well.

"Whenever I thought of you, I thought of Zach too", Leah hummed softly, thinking back warmly to Mitch's cousin who had always felt more like his brother. "Every time it snows, I think about that time we tied fastening straps at the back of a truck and sat down on a that... slippery kind of rubber tire that made skiing behind the truck easy..." she tried to describe the situation and it instantly sparked a reaction in Mitch as well.

"Oh yeah, and that one time the engine cut off abruptly, and Zach just kept going", Mitch recalled, letting out a laugh, but then crinkled his brows. "We really thought he was a goner..."

"Oh my god, yes!" Leah remembered and almost gasped, still remembering watching if Zach was going to make it through the rearview mirror. "I don't know how we survived from some of the things we did..."

"Yeah, we could have seriously gotten hurt so many times", Mitch agreed.

"And it was always you two boneheads that came up with the ideas. You were inseparable...'' Leah hummed.

"That's how I always thought of us too", Mitch admitted, looking down at the lemonade. "Or... in most cases, where Zach went, I'd follow. And yeah, maybe there were few times that it was me who came up with some stupid idea and I didn't have to convince him too much to join... But turns out there's one thing that can separate us..."

Leah nodded, studying Mitch's expression.

"How are you handling that?" she asked with concern.

Mitch put down the glass and opened his palms a little bit, almost like gesturing that he didn't really have words.

"It depends. It's a strange feeling... Like this hole in me, always, with everything I do, but then... life has been built around it. It never went away, but things just... kept moving forward. I didn't think they would, but they did. In a way it's sad."

Leah nodded, understanding that.

"Like my first birthday after his passing", Mitch recalled, "it was like I refused to age, because... then we wouldn't be doing that together. I'd become older, but he never would. -- Like I said, we always did everything together - and suddenly we didn't. He stayed back-- no matter what, I never let that happen when he was alive; if he got in trouble, I was willing to get in trouble too, just so he wouldn't have to do that alone. But now... there is a division; almost like life in two acts."

Leah nodded.

"Did you get any support in the grieving process?" she wondered.

"I mean, yeah... I had Melanie, but then sometimes I just wanted that grief to be... private and sort of isolated myself with it. Everyone's grief is personal because he meant such different things for us all. Besides, she had enough to deal with that as it was", Mitch shared, sighing.

"You still keep in touch with Mel?"

Mitch nodded. "Oh yeah, we're still close. If I want to talk about him, that's who I talk to. I think - besides Zach's parents - he was the closest to us two, so... it's like a shared cut we try to mend together."

"That's good", Leah stated. "I'm glad you're not alone with that."

"Yeah", Mitch agreed. "Anyway, I didn't mean to make this meeting so grim..."

"No, it's fine", Leah assured, "I've learned that grief and loss is part of life just as much as happiness and every other experience is too. The call line I work for deals with a similar thing, so I'm sort of... used to it - if I can say that. It's better to talk about it than not."

"Oh?" Mitch welcomed the slight shift in the conversation and took his glass to have a sip. The sparkly taste of the lemon burned his lips.

Leah nodded, thinking about what to say before she continued.

"Well, I can't tell the details, because it's confidental, but after I got help myself, I wanted to pay that forward and help others", Leah explained. "Sometimes it's easiest to tell about your experience to someone who doesn't even know who you are."

Without meaning it, the conversation had arrived to a place that gave Mitch an opening to bring up the reason why he had thought about seeing Leah again in the first place.

No matter how much he would have prepped himself for this, he didn't think he would ever know the right thing to say.

"When you say you got help yourself... are you talking about the loss of your dad, or...?" Mitch asked carefully.

Leah's eyes focused on his.

"I mean I got help long before that", she explained. "Due to... what happened to me in high school."

The atmosphere changed slightly, but neither of them seemed like they were in a hurry to back down, even though the state of this unresolved situation lingered between them.

It was as if they were both trying to have a faith in each other in this moment, hoping they would proceed with the empathy the situation called for.

Mitch was glad it had been Leah who had brought it up, because then it would be on her terms, and he didn't have to risk triggering her.

"Actually... I've thought about that a lot. Over the years, but... lately again", Mitch confessed. "I don't like how things ended between us. I feel like... I let you down."

Leah tilted her head a little to the left. "What makes you say that?"

Her voice was calm, sympathetic even.

"I didn't know how to support you the way you probably needed me to", he sighed. "I know it's been years now and it's too little, too late, but..."

A hum pushed through Leah's mouth. "To be honest, I didn't even know what kind of support I needed at the time, so I couldn't have told you that even if I had tried. And I don't think you would have been able to guess that because... it took me a long time to get my voice back again."

"I just wanted to say that... I'm sorry what you had to go through", Mitch finally said, not knowing what else there was to say.

Leah was moved by it, even though for the most part she was able to speak about it in a calm manner these days.

"Thank you for saying that. I know you wanted to help, because I know how you are like, but... I wasn't in a state of mind to accept any help at that point. It's strange how our minds work", Leah shared her thoughts. "I wanted it, I needed it, but... I didn't allow myself to have it."

She looked around, trying to find a metaphor to explain it.

"It's almost like you get struck by lightning; you never think about that happening to you, but when it does, it's all you can ever think about. You lose that illusion of safety, and I don't know if you can ever really get it back. Every loud noise suddenly sends your body in a full panic mode. I didn't let anyone get close to me for a long time. My mind and body held onto that memory very strongly."

"I get that", Mitch said. "Did they ever find out who... did it?"

Leah shook her head. "No. Back then the resources were limited with that kind of stuff and, well, things of that nature were usually pinned on the victim. Besides, I feel like even if they had tracked them down, the damage had already been done; I couldn't trust anyone because my mind thought that now I knew anyone could be capable of that kind of... evil."

Listening to it made Mitch feel sad. How lonely that must have been.

Thankfully it was evident that something had changed since then.

"But now you have Brett", he brought up, almost like throwing her a life vest as she was going through the rapids of these memories.

Mitch didn't want her to drown even though he was limited in helping her.

Leah's lips curled into a warm smile. The fondness she was feeling toward her husband was beautiful to witness; even the simple mention of his name was enough to change her whole demeanor.

"Yeah. I didn't think it was possible to ever experience anything like that again, but he was so patient with me. It's been hard work, for both of us, but... I wouldn't trade any of that away", Leah summed.

Mitch nodded, but it was clear he still had questions.

"I know this is probably going to sound a little bit ignorant, but... do you feel like you've... healed?" Mitch wondered. "Because - not to compare the two, because I know they are nothing alike, but - I feel like I'm still aching from losing Zach."

Leah set the drink she had picked up while Mitch was talking back on the table and smacked her lips a little bit, thinking of what to say.

She had a theory and she wanted to test it.

"I think maybe you might confuse healing as a synonym for "feeling good" - or "feeling better"", Leah offered her take.

Mitch looked puzzled. "But... isn't it...?"

"It can be", Leah shrugged, "but... from my own experience, it's not - not always. Sometimes the process of healing is extremely painful. You might never feel good - or better."

Shaking his head, Mitch expressed the feeling of being lost. "I don't get it. Why do it then if not to feel good or better?"

"Because you have no other choice. If you want to keep living your life, you have to change things, become sound, make peace with it - call it whatever you will. Most people call it healing."

"Huh..." Mitch let out, acknowledging this was something he needed to think about more as it was hard to wrap his head around it.

"In my experience, healing is like... molting", Leah said. "And that's what I did. The process, the memories, what happened for me to get here, it didn't feel good, but... life can still be good. Other things can feel good."

Mitch watched her, seeing some kind of illuminated light behind her eyes.

"I don't know that I can ever get back that illusion of safety or escape the thought of people wanting to do bad things to other people, but... I can still live with that at the back of my mind. If I want to have the good things that I have, I have to", Leah continued. "We don't always have good options to choose, so... when I do have them, I don't take them for granted."

"So... do you think that things happen to us for a reason? Or... what doesn't kill us makes us stronger?" Mitch wondered Leah's overall view on life.

"Hell no", Leah was quick to say, shaking her head. "What doesn't kill us hurts like hell. I understand some can have those views, but... not me. I don't think I needed to go through all that in order to understand the worth of things that are good in life. I don't think suffering is valuable or the best teacher."

Mitch nodded, feeling like he had never expected this visit to take this type of turn.

"Well, you've just given me a lot to think about", he admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed, if he was being honest.

Leah let out a laugh, understanding that this had probably been a little bit intense for Mitch all of a sudden, as it was all something she had personally grown into over the years.

"Well, you did ask..." she reminded in a jest.

Mitch joined her laugh, admitting that if he wasn't ready to have his world rocked, he shouldn't have asked.

"That's true; I did ask..."

#heartland #fanfiction #filling empty spaces

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dojae-huh · 3 months

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SM Rookies: old pics

SM Rookies launching site is no more, but the official twitter account is still alive.

There is a blog on tumblr dedicated to SM Rookies, so you can scroll the archives. As of right now, the first page is this one.

You can also find hundreds of old pictures easily on Pinterest.

Fetus Jeno with Super Junior senior Donghae. Grown up Jeno with the same hyung featuring in his solo.

SM always advertised younger artists with the help of the older artists. In a few years it becomes reversed, and older artists benefit from the success of younger idols. For example, artists like Kangta can't gather huge concerts on their own, but can participate in SM Towns. Artists like BoA be a part of a super group with younger gens. And oftentimes the friendships, hyung-dongsaeng relationships are genuine. We now can witness neos becoming sunbaes themselves. Like neos with Riize or with NCT Wish members.

Jaehyun's SM Rookie announcement photo.

And the first bts picture.

2. Advertisement of the artists through give-away small gifts. Here: candies with Rookie face stickers. Securing first fans with personally distributing food is also an old tradition in SM.

3. I don't understand the manner of official introduction. Members like Donghyuk and Taeil already participated in SM Rookies activities in 2013 way before being announced publicly. For example, all Rookies wrote messages for fans for SMTown Week exhibition in 131221.

Translation for Jae's message.

4. This is how Doyoung's future son and younger brother looked like when he joined SM. One of the first performances.

The nemesis

5. Yong Ju was a vocal (he is a solo artist now). How would it turned out if he hadn't left, I wonder?

This is the list of trainees who were known as Rookies by the end of 2013, who performed on SMTown Week, wrote messages: (Donghyuck), Taeyong, (Yongju), Yuta, Jaehyun, Johnny, Jeno, Hansol, Jisung, Ten, (Taeil), Mark. Promotional photogrpaphs of the officially introduced trainees also were posted on Twitter and different news platforms. Fans dug up pre-debut info on Ten, Taeil and others right away.

6. Before Jaehyun started earning money and switched to Calvin Klein for good

7. Tae and JN's interview in 2014. Taeyong said his goal was to make a solo album even if it takes him 10 years. Welp, it took exactly that number of years, haha.

8. Only Johnny came to Taeyong's graduation ceremony. Doyoung was already a trainee. Either he wasn't yet close enough to Tae or couldn't attend because he wasn't introduced as a rookie.

7. Taeyong coming to work in 2014. Even trainees gather fans who wait for them before SM buildings.

8. Taeyong and his cute dongsaeng Jaehyun. I wasn't right when I said the first divide was at SM Rookies show. No, the first divide was between the 2013-2014 introduced rookies and the rest. They became public figures a year or two earlier, participated in Exo tv-show and in SMTowns. I keep reminding newer shippers that TaeJae were first. Fans have a special place in their hearts for the 95-line.

9. Yuta's audition in Japan (not for SM).

10. Highschooler Jaehyun and his big backpack.

11. No, but really, what happened with Hansol. SM was serious about him, he even featured in an MV.

12. Tae fancam from SMTown in 2014

13. Ah, yeah. In addition to dance covers with other Rookies Jaehyun sang back then with D.O. and others. Flatass.

14. This video shows well that Taeyong was ready before other neos. Maybe it was his face, maybe his determination to please and meet expectations. Look at the facial expressions of neos, only Tae looked like not a complete rookie, he had the stage presence. It's not a surprise SM chose him as the centre of the future group.

15. Taeyong in Lay's MV. If my memory serves me right, Tae, Woo, Yuta, JN, Jae and Lucas featured in different MVs of SM artists before their debut.

16. 17 year old Jaehyun with the face he got in middle school, lol.

17. Guess who.

Pinkbloods

#smr #chain reaction

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obviouslyelementary · 2 years

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I love you

When Pete says ‘I love you’ to Vegas for the first time, Vegas is just finishing up their meal and getting ready to serve it. He is cooking Pete’s favorite, and after so long without him, Pete doesn’t know how to react when he feels that warmth invading his chest. So he lets it out. ‘I love you’.

And all Vegas does is look up from the dish he’s plating, smiles, and says ‘I love you too. Dinner is ready.’

Pete gets served his plate and Vegas sits next to him as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened and Pete feels... odd. Isn’t this the part of the movie where the love interest gasps or stares and says something amongst the lines ‘you said it’ or ‘finally’? They have been together (well, not officially together. They never settled on what they were. They are just riding the flow) for months now, and Vegas has said that three worded phrase before when he almost died in the main house attack. But Pete never said it back.

He didn’t say it when Vegas kissed him.

When Vegas almost killed himself.

When Vegas was shot.

When Vegas woke up.

Pete never said it, so he expected that when he finally said it, Vegas would be... happy. Shocked. Emotional at least.

But no. Vegas is calm, content, and acting as if Pete just said ‘the food is good’ or ‘thank you’.

Pete spends the whole dinner overthinking it. Maybe Vegas doesn’t understand. Maybe it’s one of his many triggers that he decided to ignore. Maybe he just didn’t listen to him correctly. He answered those words, which makes Pete even more confused.

After dinner, Pete gathers the dishes and washes them while Vegas cleans the table and gets the couch ready for their nightly movie routine. While he washes the dishes, he wonders if he has said it before, maybe when he was drunk, and that is why Vegas didn’t react, but he can’t think of any time he ever did.

He is frustrated, insecure and confused when he sits next to Vegas on the couch. He curls his legs closer to himself and doesn’t lean on Vegas when he spreads his arm to give him space.

“Pete? What’s wrong?” Vegas asks, and Pete feels even more frustrated.

“I said I love you” he says, and turns to look at Vegas with a frown on his face. “I said I love you for the first time and you did not even react.”

Vegas blinks slowly and then turns to face Pete, reaching for his hand, holding it tenderly.

“Of course I reacted. I told you I love you too.”

“It was the first time I said it and all you had to say was ‘I love you too’?” he asks, and he doesn’t know why he feels so weird about it. But Vegas sighs and plays with Pete’s hand.

“Pete” he starts, and their eyes meet in the most tender of ways “you have showed me you love me in so many ways... that when you said it... I already knew” he explains, reaching up and holding Pete’s face, and he melts into Vegas’ touch with his heart skipping a beat.

They talk, and Pete finds out that their love language translator is quite different:

Pete’s father, in his short days of good mood, showed Pete he loved him by cooking his favorite food or taking him out to his favorite place, but never once saying he loved him. The words never left his mouth, and thus, it was harder for Pete to express his feelings out loud, making them more meaningful when he did.

For Vegas, his father would tell him he loved his sons, he loved him, whenever people were around and looking, which made him more vocal, despite words being closer to lies. But he was never given actions that showed his father loved him, and thus he grew up with several words on his mouth, but lacking the physicial touch and acts of service that came with love.

Turns out, Pete finds after the conversation, that Vegas’ words of love and care are what he needs, while Pete’s constant care and touch is what Vegas lacks.

They complete each other very well, he finds. And he does not have to say ‘I love you’, to make sure Vegas knows his heart belongs to him.

#silly #this is silly and yet #i wanted to write it for so long #i wrote it right on tumblr so sorry for any mistakes #vegaspete #petevegas #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #vegas theerapanyakul #pete kinnporsche #mine #my fanfic #cris rants #this is about a headcanon i have

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huffle-dork · 1 year

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Dr. J’s Lost Voice

[Alt. Exe: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Interlude Part 1

Swapboys Masterpost]

AN: I didn’t forget that I wrote this and needed to post it to start chapter 3 Nope nuh uh I’m a very dedicated writer! Sorry guys I def dropped the ball but hopefully I’ll start getting on a better writing schedule soon 😅

Magnificent needed Jameson moldable for this to work. He needed that stubborn mind of his to be like putty. So, he set the doctor up in a room filled with monitors- each with a bold hypnotic spiral to dull his mind. Luckily- by now the doctor’s stubborn mind had been thoroughly broken. It was much much easier to get him into trance. Though- like always he tried his best to resist…

Two days- no food- no water. Only the magic to look at. He’d fall, Mag was sure of it.

And sure enough, when Magnificent came to check on his puppet, the doctor was slumped back, heavily in trance. His eyes echoing the magic so brightly that it seemed burned into his retinas. Drool slightly dripped down his chin as his mouth hung open.

It was a breathtaking sight- Magnificent was sure he’d never get sick of seeing the doctor completely enthralled by his power.

He waved a hand and all the monitors disappeared. Yet, Jameson remained looking forward as if still looking at the magic.

Magnificent went to bend down in front of him, grinning. “Hello, pet.”

Jameson’s head tilted dazedly to the side, like a curious dog hearing a sound. “H…he-“

Mag suddenly lashes out, grabbing Jameson’s throat and crushing it. The doctor gasps and brief panic flickers in his eyes. But his shoulders just as quickly relax as Mag starts up spirals again in his eyes. He chuckles darkly.

“Nuh uh uh, puppet… that’s the behavior we’re going to fix~! That smarmy mouth of yours keeps getting you into trouble… so now- I’m gonna silence it. Because mutts should only speak when their masters ask. isn’t that right, puppy?”

Jameson’s lips part to move, trying to mumble out, “Y-Yes Magnif-!”

Magnificent sends a shock into Jameson with his magic. The therapist screams, spasming and then slumping with a more panicked expression once it’s done. He struggles to catch his breath. Mag captures his attention again and lures him right back under.

“Wrong, puppet. You- are never going to use that voice of yours again. Not unless your master orders it. So sink for me… and let these words form your new reality- because if I hear a peep out of you again… there will be consequences.”

Jameson shakily nods, his eyelids drooping as Magnificent’s influence starts to exert pressure on his mind. It’s held captive in its power- triggers ready to be placed at the puppetmaster’s command.

“As of now, your vocal cords do not work. They cannot work- no matter how much you want to- no matter how much you scream. They cannot produce a single sound. Trying to speak will feel like scalding water flowing down your throat. Talking will feel unnatural, because speaking is useless to you. The only voice you need is to sing praise to your master, who you will humbly serve when called. A loyal puppy… who only barks when commanded.

If for whatever reason you are taken out of this command- the sound of static or a snap will bring you back. Being silent is now your most natural state. It is second nature, it is all you know- and will know.

In fact… right now- it feels like your vocal cords are shrinking- shriveling up until they are useless. Go on… try to make a sound.”

Jameson’s tranced eyes pulse with power at the command and he opens his mouth to speak. But nothing comes out but the tiniest dry wheeze.

His throat is on fire, burning like it’s filled with hot liquid that scarred the tissue. It’s almost hard to breathe-! The force of the commands- the rewriting of his brain is so strong, he’s lost in its all consuming heat. His mind and body are being reborn in the fire of his master’s words. Magnificent’s vision is all that matters in the chasm that is his mind.

Magnificent grins wolfishly and laughs, “Excellent, pet… you are being so good for me~ now… as soon as I command you to close your eyes, you will sink so deep and let these changes completely consume you. This is your new reality. But when you are awakened- you will not remember how you got to this state. Trying to recall will only result in static.

Speak, mutt to accept my demands,” Magnificent commanded, snapping his fingers.

Jameson sits up in rigid attention on his knees, eyes wide and filled with purple power. He speaks like nothing is wrong.

“Yes, Magnificent.”

“Good. Now, sleep.”

He snaps again and Jameson immediately falls limply to the ground.

——-

When the doctor next wakes up, he can hardly remember anything. His throat fully aches though and he rubs at it in confusion. True, his health has not been great being trapped here… but it hurt more than usual.

He coughs and tries to see if it’s something stuck in his throat but… no luck.

This was strange… he doesn’t remember Magnificent getting near his throat. Well besides this silly collar chain thing he kept making Jameson wear. But it’s too loose to injure his throat in this way- so why?

The sound of static causes the good doctor to jump and back away as his captor appears in the room. Magnificent grins wide at him and approaches, hands behind his back and smugness stark in every inch of his body.

“Good morning, Jackson~! How are you feeling today?” The mad magician purrs.

Jameson glares at him and tries to bite out a witty remark- but when he opens his mouth, only a breathy exhale comes out. Jamie blinks in confusion and touches his throat and tries again but still… nothing?

Now he’s starting to panic, trying over and over to say something- anything! But it’s just hoarse, breathy sounds.

Magnificent giggles and then appears in front of Jameson and bends down, grinning sharply. “What’s the matter, kitten? Cat got your tongue?”

Immediately, Jameson knows he’s done something to him. His eyes fill with hatred and he tries to lunge at him, his angered exhale of breathe sounding close to “-you!”

But, Magnificent sends out a hand and blasts the doctor back with a wave of magic. Instinctually, JJ yells out as he skids back and hits the wall. He then grabs at his throat again, wondering why he can still make noise that way but not talk.

Magnificent seems very pleased by this though as he sighs dreamily, “oh good! You can still scream so beautifully for me! I was worried about that~”

The magician chuckles as he looms over Jameson’s form, his shadow covering up his small frame as he builds up magic in his hands.

“How bout we hear some more?”

#swapboys #alt.exe corrupted #interlude #dr. j’s 9 months #swap magnificent #dr. jj #mind control #brainwashing #psychogenic aphonia #in a way? it’s def more mental aphonia then physical sooo oops #implied torture #there finally I can start chapter 3 ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ #readswapboys

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theimpossiblescheme · 2 years

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*arrives in the Dark Souls fandom a decade and a half late with Starbucks and this ancient meme*

So I guess it’s my turn to say my piece about these games I’ve recently discovered I love so much. And the thing I want to talk about is this insistence from so many people that Siegmeyer and Siegward of Catarina are just the exact same character lazily reskinned. Even though when you look at the actual text of the games, you know that’s not true. Yes, they share a voice actor and some of the same vocal tics, and their armor is almost identical (which I always thought was a silly criticism because presumably that’s just how Catarinian armor looks), but beyond a surface level their personalities and presences in the games really couldn’t be more different.

Siegmeyer is a man who holds himself to a very high standard--much too high for any ordinary adventurer to achieve, Undead or no. He dreams of being a true legend, a knight of the highest caliber who can conquer any obstacle set in front of him. But whenever he finds himself coming short of that goal, he just kind of... shuts down. If he can’t open a huge gate, if he can’t fight his way past a coterie of Silver Knights, if he can’t get through a poisoned swamp without weakening--all things he believes a true knight should be able to do without a problem--he just doesn’t. Because if you can’t be perfect at something on the first go, what’s the point of trying? He’s certainly a very proud man who places a lot of stock in honor and gallantry, but because he despairs of ever living up to his own standards, he becomes insecure and indecisive, and we can surmise that some of his jovial nature serves to mask that. The only time he volunteers to fight beside the Chosen Undead is when he’s already “run up quite a debt to (them),” and he feels ashamed of letting them both down. “I curse my own inability,” he says, and the uncharacteristically grave tone of his voice is honestly kind of haunting. We worry about Siegmeyer because we know his insecurity and indecisiveness runs deep, and it’s going to get him into much more serious trouble someday. Trouble we won’t be able to get him out of. So when we hear about him heading down to Ash Lake for his “final adventure,” our first thought is “ohhhhh, no.” Because that’s where the Black Hydra and the Everlasting Dragon are... Siegmeyer’s going to try to fight them. To prove himself worthy at last. It’s a suicide mission. And when we make it down there, we find Siegmeyer dead at the hands of his own daughter--a still-living human who came to pass on her mother’s last words. There’s two more people Siegmeyer feels as if he’s failed. At the end, Siegmeyer couldn’t live with his own imperfections. We knew him as an easy-going, warm, cheerful, and rather brave man in his own right... but for him, that wasn’t enough.

Siegward, on the other hand, always seems a lot more comfortable in his own skin. There’s no “by my knighthood, I’m ashamed to ask” from him--just earnest talk about courage and duty, and we can tell he takes those things very seriously. And it’s not just talk either. While the Ashen One does help him out of a few tight spots, he’s more than capable of taking care of himself. Within seconds of us rushing down to fight the demon in the Undead Settlement, he’s right there with us, rushing into battle by our side instead of letting us do all the work. If we get his armor back from Patches, he saves Greirat from certain death in Irithyll. And when we march in to take down Yhorm, Siegward appears there, too... ready to finally bring his old friend a much-deserved final rest. He doesn’t agonize about being an adventurer and hero--he just is one. On another note, knowing about his friendship with Yhorm and promise to him puts a lot of his behavior in the game into perspective. His insistence on “talking sense” into enemies much bigger and craftier than himself? His best friend is a giant, so of course he thinks he’d be able to do that. His constant stopping to drink and sleep? He’s deliberately dragging his feet. He doesn’t want to kill Yhorm, he doesn’t even want to think about it yet, so he takes the scenic route and enjoys a few creature comforts while he still can. As we learn later, his mission to find and defeat Yhorm was the only thing keeping him alive and sane, and shortly after the fight and one last toast, the Ashen One finds his soul and armor where he once sat. It’s a bittersweet moment because our friend--the one we shared both battle and peacetime with, who warmed us with the only real food and drink besides estus in the whole trilogy--is gone... but he went on his own terms. No final despair, no doubt, no drastic rash decisions. He fulfilled the duty that meant so much to him, and his last words were wishing us luck on ours.

So in short, in a way Siegward is Siegmeyer... but a fully realized one who managed to find his courage and sense of purpose, overcome his insecurity, and become the true knight he’d always dreamed of.

#dark souls #siegmeyer of catarina #siegward of catarina #the schemer speaks #It always drives me a little bit nuts because while there are valid criticisms to be made about DS3 #(I think coming out after DS2 which was so radically different from the first game accounts for most of it)#it's galling that everyone falls back on 'Oh it's Anor Londo/Earthen Peak/Onion Knights/Gwyndolin/what the hell ever again'.#And I'm like... okay so let's interrogate that a little more from a story perspective?#Let's talk about how these repeating elements--in a story that's *always* been about natural cycles and how they can be twisted and broken #and how people can be trapped within these cycles and used and abused by much more powerful people and forces--#actually serve the narrative being told instead of dismissing them out of hand?#Yes I know that Doyleist and Watsonian readings are often quite different but I do like to take *both* into account when analyzing art.#When you take it for granted that artistic decisions are made for a reason and sometimes it is Really That Deep #it makes things a lot more interesting y'know? :P

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝟎𝟎𝟐 | passenger seat

summary: Tokyo's notorious toman gang leader challenges you— a renowned street racer into a speed-off. Although, crisis calls after your friendly competition...

content/warnings: this story contains major Tokyo Revengers manga spoilers, canon divergence setting, tenjiku arc setting, detailed writing of violence, weapons, blood, death, and strong language.

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“Feel Good” The track kicks off with the harmonized words right after a laugh record, followed by building up snare beats and a solid bassline.

“City's breaking down on a camel's back.” The vocals playing through the small, subpar stereo filled [ Y /N ]’s basement crib, accompanying the sound of the shower droplets hitting the floor.

NASCAR posters, cast-off car plates, stolen traffic signs, and unused, old vinyl records exhibited the dirty beige brick walls of the room, completed by warm fairy lights. The presentation of her basement quarters do not exactly look different from the establishment that lies above it— an automotive workshop; where she works.

“Windmill, windmill, for the land, turn forever hand in hand…” [ Y / N ] hummed the lyrics as she skimmed through the dresser, eyeing for today’s outfit. Across the warm yellow-lit room is the door to the parking shed, where her sweet ride nestled.

Off the racing track, [ Y / N ] drove in style.

As much as she wanted to cruise around the city on a fine day, (and maybe, kidnap a few of her friends to take along), her help is very much needed in the shop for the morning. A handful of automotive parts from clients were also to be picked up.

“[ Y / N ]” was neatly embroidered on the patch of her navy work shirt, topping it off over her white camisole and teal trouser combo. Water droplets falling from her damp hair hit the floor as she focused on tying the laces of her shoes.

“Sha-ba-da-ca, feel good-“ Upon finishing up, [ Y / N ]’s work uniform was complete just in time for the store’s opening hours. The stereo was the first appliance to be switched off, followed by the glittering fairy lights as she headed up the stairs that lead to the store’s back room.

Unorganized repair tools from the prior night stayed unattended on the floor, serving as her first task of the day. Not long after, “OPEN” replaced the word “CLOSED” upon flipping the sign, now getting the day truly started.

The easier, simplest repairs were the first ones she worked on, casually tinkering behind the counter on a tall stool and bobbing her head along the B’z song playing on the radio

“Good morning, [ Y / N ]. Some deliveries are coming in today!”

“I will get to them, ojisan. Take care!”

“Hey, where's he?” A younger kid runs from the shop backdoor, looking for the old man.

“He is getting a cab instead because of your slow ass.” [ Y / N ] jeered.

“Give me the keys!” He huffed in response, as [ Y / N ] slowly reached for the said key and tossed them to the boy. “Bye!”

“Bye [ Y / N ]!”

After a slow morning at the shop, [ Y / N ]'s day is just getting started. The metal door of the garage made a loud noise upon lifting it up, [ Y / N ]'s 1998 Toyota Supra came into view.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She awed, walking down the sloped cement that led to the car. “Up for a ride?” She carefully put the wipers back down before unlocking the doors, letting herself sit behind the wheel and throwing her sunglasses on.

Keys to the ignition switch, the radio immediately played upon start, indicating she may have forgotten to turn it off last night when she last used it.

The plush Keroppi ornament which Mikey had gotten her slightly swayed upon adjusting the rear mirror, giving [ Y / N ] a good visibility of the scene behind.

Fake license and registration ready, she steps on the gas and hits the road. “Shon, cover my shed, please.” She asks upon pulling over by the shop entrance. “I gotcha!”

“Thanks, kid.”

“You meeting your gangster friends?” He asks. “Eh, not really.” [ Y / N ] shrug, not really having any particular plan in mind. “Tell Sano Manjiro I'm a good fit for Toman! We can fight if he wants to see…” She was taken aback by the younger boy’s statement,

“Psh. Tell him yourself.” Upon teasing the boy with an obnoxious scoff, [ Y / N ] speeds away with one step on the gas.

Shades on, windows down, looking ahead. She drives through a pleasant, but not very busy metropolitan road. [ Y / N ] listens to Chifuyu’s CD mixtape from their last road trip as she reached the intersection of the avenue and finds herself in–

Shinagawa. Some construction is up ahead. It's the middle of a business day, pedestrians and vehicles fill the road and the other cars come to a halt. It's hardly the best time for a slow traffic jam.

She flashed her indicator which is in time with the 4/4 tempo. As the traffic gets worse, the tune becomes a hazy waltz, repeating a 'down then up' pattern that goes around and over.

The sound of cars honking outside the doors of her idle vehicle prompts [ Y / N ] to take a u-turn, en-routing to a nearby drag-strip which has been closed for over a year. Surely, there isn’t any traffic there.

Now free from traffic and pedestrians walking, [ Y / N ] hits the gas, prompting the car to speed fast. It’s no doubt that it’s engine roared through the highway and could be heard by the other drivers on the road.

She takes the road leading to the district’s speedway. Upon making a turn to the entrance gates, she speeds straight into a lifting barrier securing the area. A blast of breaking wood hits the cemented ground as she continues to navigate towards the race track.

“Wow.” The road was a smooth black river, the short wheels floating so effortlessly along. And so as her car made its steady way along, the scenery took on an almost meditative quality.

With a push of a button, [ Y / N ] demands the car to convert into an open space, its roof reducing to the back as she rolls the windows down.

The open space also gave her the opportunity of exposure to the outside world, notably the sounds that surrounded the lone premises,

She pauses for a moment upon hearing a certain engine roar— one she could easily recognize in a split second, and one she could link to a single soul.

[ Y / N ] remained still in her car as the motorcycle came closer, brakes screeching upon parking by her side.

“Boo!” Strands of blonde locks appeared from her peripheral sight, in addition to Mikey’s infectious smile. “Well, I’ll be damned— Hi Mikey.”

“Hey, [ Y / N ].”

“What are you doing here?”

“I was just around. Then I saw your car go here.”

“Race you there?” He challenged, pointing towards the road with his head. “Mikey—” He was already revving the engines at this point, ready to speed off.

“See you!” Before she could even respond, Mikey was already a couple of feet away. Shifting the car to drive, [ Y / N ] caught up to him in a minute

“If your engine overheats, I'm gonna charge you twice the price to repair it.” She spoke.

“Won't happen.” He shrugged as they continue to rush.

“You're an impressive opponent. You should be my practice guy.” She points.

“Teach me how to drive a car first.” He replied, earning a chuckle from her.

“What? I can look cool in a car too!”

“I honestly don't know where to start if I teach you.” She pondered. “But I do like to see you drive a car.”

“U-turn!” Mikey points out as they make a sharp turn on the track, tires screeching loudly and surely leaving a trail.

“I knew you'd like it.” After a few meters down the road, Mikey spoke through the loud engines of their vehicles. “What?”

“Keroppi!” He replied, pointing at the plushie hanging on her rear mirror. “Oh, yes. I love it, thank you so much.” She smiled.

“Of course, B.” Focusing back on the road, the finish mark slowly came in sight as they sped off.

“See you there, Manjiroooo!” [ Y / N ] teased and accelerated the speed, advancing just a few distance from him as they raced towards the end.

The finish line banner shook as they zoomed by, almost at the same time and they couldnt've possibly told who'd won...

“Who won?” They came to a stop a few meters off the line

“I did.” “I did.” They spoke in unison.

“Re-match!” Mikey demanded.

“I'm almost out of gas, let's just head off.” She surrendered.

“Aww.”

“I'll buy you dorayaki.” She offered.

“Off it is!” He agreed in an instant. “But I totally won that...” He added.

The dainty bells above the cafe doors made a soft ring as [ Y / N ] and Mikey left the store. She steps outside, still attempting to get the straw into the lid of her drink as Manjiro held the door open.

“Those two morons behind us at the line were so annoying. It's like they wanted the whole store to listen to their dumb story.” Was the first thing [ Y / N ] blurted as they stepped outside and down the sidewalk.

“I was so close to beating them up.” He casually replied. “Oh, please, I thought you were gonna crush your dorayaki from how hard you’re holding it.”

Mikey chuckled in response, “Can I have some?” He asks, pointing at her drink. “Yeah, go on.” She agrees in response, letting him sip off the straw as she reaches for her phone.

“Hey, let’s take a photo. I need new stuff for my MySpace profile.” [ Y / N ] offered.

With no hesitation, Mikey slings an arm over her shoulders for the photo as she turns her flip phone around, pressing the circle button then snapping a shot. “Cool. Thanks.”

“Anytime. Hey, send it to me.” She nods in agreement.

Just as she opened the photo gallery app, her ringtone went off and the screen displayed Mitsuya’s name on it. “Huh, Takashi’s calling…”

“It’s [ Y / N ], what’s up?” She answers.

“Oh, that’s a bummer.” She exclaimed upon hearing the news.

“You know what? I got it. I can stay until she arrives.” [ Y / N ] insisted.

“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something.” He spoke on the other line.

“Don’t mention it. Oh, I’m with Mikey.” [ Y / N ] replied, holding up the phone to Manjiro.

“Hello!” “Hey, bro!”

“I gotta go now, the train’s coming. Don’t burn my house.” Takashi reminds me.

“I got it.” She replied. “I’m talking to Mikey…. If… you’re taking him.”

“So… turns out, I’m not going home just yet.” [ Y / N ] spoke, returning the phone into her pockets as she took back the drink from Mikey.

“What? Why?” He asks. “His sisters’ babysitter can’t come until tomorrow. I’m gonna take over for the meantime.”

“I’m coming with you.” Mikey insists, earning an interrogating look from her.

“What?! I know how to deal with kids. I hang out with the kids at grandpa’s sometimes… I got this!” He spoke.

“Alright, come on.” She agreed as they took a turn to the underground parking. “We taking your car?”

“No, I’ll just come back here tomorrow. Let’s take your bike.” “Sure.” Their voices faded as they headed down the metal staircase.

“Put this on.” Upon reaching his motorcycle, Mikey opens the trunk and takes a spare helmet for [ Y / N ] to wear. She watched him get out of his black coat, then resting the clothing over her own shoulders. “and you have this.” He spoke, securing the buttons for her before getting on the bike. “Come on.”

Mikey and [ Y / N ] stood still at the front door as they waited for one of the girls to answer the knock. Not long enough, they see the curtains sweep, revealing Luna peeking through the window. “[ Y / N ]! Manjiro!” She squeals upon seeing the figures of her brother’s best friends.

“What's up?!” [ Y / N ] greets as the girl clung onto her hips for a hug, Mikey observes with a smile with hands in his pockets.

“They are here?!” Mana’s soft voice reeked through the living room as she heard her sister.

“Ohw!” Mikey exclaimed as the child hopped in his direction. “Hi. Do you mind if me and [ Y / N ] stay with you for a while?” He asks.

“Okay.” They answer in unison before heading back inside the house.

Mikey and [ Y / N ] share a look of surprise from how easily they agreed to that, before letting themselves in then closing the door.

“We’re bored.” Mana huffed upon taking a seat as [ Y / N ] settled Manjiro’s coat on the hanger.

“Uhh, can I talk to [ Y / N ] for a moment?” Mikey laughs awkwardly before getting up to [ Y / N ]. “I don’t know what to do.” He laughed in terror, scratching the back of his head.

“I don’t know what to do either.” She held onto his shoulder as they stared at each other in fear. “No, we’re here already, there’s no turning back.” She sighs, now resting her palms over her hips in an attempt to come up with something to do.

“So… it’s not really late yet, maybe we can go out somewhere? We should’ve taken your car…” Mikey suggests. “Well, my car's not designed to have children in it, plus I don't have a kids' seat anyways. Uh, maybe we can let them outside?” Just as [ Y / N ] replies, a faint rumbling of thunder struck the sky, indicating an upcoming rainfall.

“Okay, so that’s not an option anymore.” She points out.

“I guess we only have one option now— let’s leave them! They won’t notice we’re gone anyways. Then they can do anything they want.” Mikey suggested. “Are you nuts? I’m not gonna take after my parents’ steps.” She fired.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t know where my parents are either…” He implored.

“That’s—” [ Y / N ] spoke high-pitched, jesting painfully. “Great, so we don’t have parents. Cool..” She rambled.

“Oh, I know, let’s just put them to bed; then we can just hang out here.” She suggested.

“It’s six thirty pm.” Mikey watches the clock.

“Make. them.” [ Y / N ] decreed.

“Damn, you must be the worst sister.” He pointed out. “Maybe I am.” She taunted.

“Fine, but you’re telling the story. Oh! Tell them rapunzel. I’ll listen too.” He asks.

“What’s that?” She cluelessly responds.

“You don’t know Rapunzel?!” He exclaimed.

“I don’t know, who would’ve told me?!” She sneered.

“Damn… “ Mikey pondered. “Wait, remember when we had movie nights at your old car-house?” He voiced his last idea.

“Yeah, we would watch rented movies with Ken and eat jiggly cheesecake until… we knocked out. Holy shit you're a genius!” She recalled.

“I told you I'm useful.” He proclaimed.

“Yeah, jiggly cheesecake and movies practically raised me in that crappy car.” [ Y / N ] proudly acknowledged before repeating the words in her head, prompting her smile to drop.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Mikey noticed her change of mood and carefully comforted her with a pat.

“You'll call the bakery?” She asks. “Yeah, I’m on it. Go talk to the kids.”

To their relief, Luna and Mana accepted their movie night idea. The girls shared a jiggly cheesecake on the couch with the warmth of a blanket, while Manjiro and [ Y /N ] had hot chocolate on the floor as they watched The Incredibles on TV.

The film has now come to an end, and the credits started to roll, with only music playing in the background. “Alright! Amazing movie, right?” [ Y / N ] got up on her feet, speaking to the girls.

“It's okay…” Luna says.

“Great, then let’s put you to bed now. Come on, we’ll tuck you in.” [ Y / N ] told.

“We don’t want to sleep yet… It’s just nine.” Mana objected.

“What kind of children sleep after nine? Should we call child services on Takashi?” [ Y / N ] whispered to Mikey.

“This is a bad idea after all…” He replied, watching the two kids hop off the couch. “What do you mean?”

“They’re pumped up in sugar from the cake.” He theorized.

“Oh great…” [ Y / N ] sighs, watching them rummage through their pile of toys. “Wait, what is she doing?!”

“Got you!” The kids jumped towards the two of them on the couch, capturing them with the blanket they had previously used before making them sit on separate chairs, backs facing each other.

“AH!!”

“Come on, guys, let us go.” [ Y / N ] confided. The two of them were now back to back, wrapped in a blanket and skipping ropes to keep them in place; while Luna and Mana freely played with their games and toys.

“We’re doing just what Mrs. Incredible did to the bad guys!” Luna explained.

“We’re not bad guys, we bought you cake…” Mikey reiterated.

“Yes you are! You said you’re calling child service on our bro!” Mikey and [ Y / N ] turn their heads to each other and snicker at the girl’s remark.

“Ring-a-ring-a-rosies, a pocket full of posies!” The two of them now skipped in circles around [ Y /N ] and Manjiro.

“Mikey, come on, you sure are strong enough to break this thing.” She spoke. “I don’t wanna break their jump rope, plus, it’s all tangled up! There is no way out”

“Oh my god we’re gonna die here!” [ Y /N ] yelled in terror. Her exclamation was cut short when the chime of the doorbell of the house went off, while the girls continued to gallop around.

“Hello?” A gruff voice came from the outside.

“Girls, shhh!” [ Y / N ] hushed the hyped kids. “Please just let us go and we’ll get the door.” She plead.

“Hey, It’s just me, I’m letting myself in…” The person spoke.

“Hold on, that’s Kenchin—”

“Wha—” Upon stepping foot in the house, Draken stopped on his tracks upon seeing the view of a very tense-looking Mikey and [ Y / N ] trapped on a chair with Luna and Mana playing around them.

“I am never having kids.” [ Y / N ] stressed.

The tall guy could only laugh at how foolish they looked right now— Tokyo’s infamous gang leader and renowned street racer: hostaged by two children.

“Oi! What are you laughing at? Let us go!” Mikey whined.

“Dude, you got trashed by kids!” He answers, taking his phone out. “Oh, hell nah—”

“What are you doing here anyways?” [ Y / N ] asked. Draken waits for his phone to capture the moment before speaking,

“Takashi called, he said neither of you were returning his calls. Now I know why.” He snickered.

“What’s up, kiddos? Who’s tired?” He now kindly approached Luna and Mana. “We are!” They spoke in unison.

“Why don’t you let them go and then [ Y / N ] can help you get ready to sleep while we clean up here?” He suggested.

“Okay!” They easily agreed and headed back towards their brother’s friends, “We’re sorry…” Luna sheepishly smiled as she helped her sister loosen the jump ropes around them.

“Thank you Draken!” “Good night Mikey.” They each spoke as [ Y / N ] escorted them into their room to get ready for bed.

“Bye bye!” Mikey waved in response.

“Come on, girls.” [ Y / N ] carefully held their hands.

Luna and Mana have been asleep for two hours, and it was now an hour past midnight. Draken had just finished tidying the Mitsuya household; except the living room couch where Manjiro and [ Y / N ] were completely knocked out on either side.

“Hey, wake up. Babysitter’s here.” He nudges his friends out of their slumber.

“I apologize for arriving late, thank you for covering for me.” The babysitter bows. Still half-asleep, they nodded in response and got off the couch, preparing to leave.

“You heading home, Kenchin?” “Yep. You?”

“I’m taking [ Y / N ] home.” Mikey answered, taking his coat off the rack.. “Alright, drive safe.” His best friend nodded in response. “You too.”

“Put this on. It’s dewy outside.” He uttered, handing the clothing to [ Y / N ] as he headed outside to heat the engine.

“Thanks, Kenny. Drive safe.” She waves at Draken,in which he gladly returns, heading outside after her.

[ Y / N ] carefully mounted the motorcycle, palms rested over Mikey’s shoulders before they sped away.

Amid the lively city lights, the rolling dark hues that flow into gold, is the road. As the night grew darker, the gleam of the things grew brighter, with too vivid colors, to the point where it hurt your eyes, or at the very least made them watery to the point where you had to look away to wipe a few droplets from your cheek.

When [ Y / N ] took her eyes off the road, everything in a kind of slow motion scene, she only can grab Mikey from the torso to better support herself.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Just sleepy.”

“We’re almost there.” He assured.

As they reached the intersection, the red light stopped them from driving, patiently waiting for the countdown.

At the corner of her eye, [ Y / N ] spots a familiar magnificent auto displayed in the car dealership building. Her eyes had a beautiful glint upon locking eyes with the vehicle.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She muttered. “What is?”

“That.” [ Y / N ] points at the tuxedo black 1962 Chevrolet Corvette C1, it’s vintage-look emphasized by the bubble canopy windshield, the car nose, and its lower grille.

Such a smooth design contributed to the belief that the Corvette was one of the fastest cars on the roads, and definitely the prettiest.

“It’s my dream car.” [ Y / N ] spoke.

“It’s really stylish… horsepower?” Mikey asks.

“Carries up to three hundred forty.” She answered. “I hope it’s still in when I get rich someday.” She added.

“Why don’t we hang out at Yokohama again? Look for one, then bet for it?” Mikey suggests, implying the time how [ Y / N ] got her current Supra vehicle.

“Oh that was just dumb luck.” She scoffed. She recalled the moment of seeing that cocky man’s face when he realized he just lost his car over a racing bet with a young girl.

“I don’t know ‘bout that, you’re pretty exceptional, my brother respected you and the team for a reason.” Mikey spoke. “And so do we. He was mythic.”

“Thank you for the ride, Manjiro. Be safe.” [ Y / N ] squeezed his shoulder ‘goodbye’ as she got off his bike.

“I had fun today.” He sweetly smiled in response. Unbeknownst to her yet, [ Y / N ] gently held onto Manjiro’s jacket resting over her frame. “Good night, [ Y / N ]” Mikey revs his motorcycle a few times before speeding away, blinking his tail lights three times for her.

[ Y / N ] watched him drive away from the shop’s metal doors, not taking her eyes off until he came out of sight.

Reflecting on the spontaneous, nostalgia-filled day you had, it's safe to say that... you miss the way you took pleasure in small things, even greater as things crumbled. Growing up, you couldn't control the world you were in, nor walk away.

but you took joy in the things and people that made you happy. And you couldn’t be any more grateful for having got to meet them.

People who are there with you through thick and thin — and through relationships that come and go — are hard to come by and worth celebrating.

Isn't it wonderful when you have people in your life who genuinely make it so much better?

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showrunnerihardlyknowher · 3 years

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26 for the prompts? perhaps w the cat n mouse lads :3 (also look danny i did it i sent a prompt are u proud)

I...actually don't remember what the prompt was for this one, but I'm 87% sure it was "I'm not that scary, am I?"

So fine since y'all keep asking for 'em, here's more of the cat and mouse bois. Shoutout to @gabbydafurry and an anon for finally giving them names.

“C’mon.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“I said no.”

“I’ll make pollo asado for dinner, we can eat it together while we watch!”

Aaron sighed and rubbed his hands against his forehead, trying to ease the dull throb that had yet to wane over the past two days. His headache certainly wasn’t being helped by the constant badgering of his...roommate, for a lack of better words (as well as being a title so eagerly self bestowed by the cat in question) but much like many of their other interactions, his resolve was starting to wear thin. Usually, he was able to hold his ground for at least a week until he was bribed into giving the other some type of social interaction with the promise of his favorite foods. Today, however, the poor mouse just wanted a moment’s peace free from knocking on the walls or calling through the cracks until he answered, and if that meant watching some stupid movie then fine.

Plus, Lucas did know how to make some incredible Mexican food.

“...fine,” Aaron conceded after a pause, the pressure behind his eyes giving him a sharp pang before fading to its usual ache, almost like his own body was projecting how horrible of an idea this was.

As soon as the mouse slipped out from behind the curio, he came face to face with the massive grin of the cat mere inches away from the opening. Seeing the grin only split wider when he was fully in view of the other normally would have instinctively sent a shiver up his spine, it was kind of difficult to be intimidated seeing how Lucas had strangely contorted his body to lay on the floor between the curio and the bookcase. Most cats seemed to be fairly flexible, so it probably wasn’t too uncomfortable for him to be so bent and curled up, but he definitely lost some of that hunter’s prowess with his back twisted sideways and one leg leaning against the shelving.

In a flash, Lucas had managed to untangle his strange positioning to instead be crouched on his knees, now looming over Aaron in a way he wasn’t sure he would ever get used to. He flinched back when his hand started to reach out towards him, fully intending to scoop him up to dizzying heights without a second thought, but the appendage stopped just short of touching him at all. Instead, he dropped his hand palm side up and waited, smiling all the while. At least he was getting better at remembering Aaron’s explicit request to not be grabbed without permission, though he did always apologize with a sheepish look and some little treat whenever he forgot.

Once Aaron climbed onto the awaiting hand that radiated a delightfully intense warmth into his already aching muscles, Lucas was already jumping up a chattering a mile a minute about how much the mouse was going to love the movie he picked out, how dinner would be ready soon, how he wasn’t expecting him to actually agree to watch a scary movie with him since he never seemed like the type who would be into that sort of thing but--

“It’s a scary movie?” Aaron interrupted, the noise finally registering beyond the headache. Truthfully, he tuned a lot of what the other said out for almost every conversation, not that it ever seemed to make a difference. Yeah, sorry, I’m a bit of a chatterbox, he admitted once, but it’s less weird talking to someone who doesn’t respond than to talk to yourself, right?

Debatable.

Lucas tilted his head and snorted. “Uh, yeah? That was one of the first things I told you about. You know that one actress who’s in almost every one of those Christmas movies we watch, who’s always the jealous best friend?” Aaron has no idea who he was referring to given that he never absorbed anything from those stupid romance movies he was boarderline forced to watch, but nodded anyways, “Right, this is supposed to be her big break out role, or something. It’s the first thing she’s doing as a lead actress, and you know, good for her! I’m glad she’s getting out of that typecast she’s been in forever. Horror probably wouldn’t be my first choice for her, but I guess since she has those singing vocals it could carry over to being a scream queen. Kind of like when--”

And Aaron was out of the conversation again.

Lucas continued to drone on about the actress’s entire film career, or at least that’s what the mouse was assuming he was doing when he occasionally zoned back in to pick up a stray word here and there. The headache he had been staving off to the best of his ability was starting to come back with twice as much force as it often did in the later days. He probably could have just asked the other for some aspirin, maybe even some cold medicine as that was no doubt what this bout of illness was turning into, but asking the cat for anything was always out of the question. Of course, Lucas tried to sway him numerous times into thinking it most certainly was not and that he could always ask for whatever he needed, never to his avail. Aaron was indeed willing to prolong his suffering if it meant not having to stomach the dreadful embarrassment that would come to being indebted to the feline, no matter how insignificant.

Unfortunately, he was only setting himself up for failure in thinking this “agreement” would be providing him any sort of relief. His headache was treading dangerously close into becoming a full fledged migraine and the flashes of light and screams from the television would not be doing him any favors. His only saving grace was that, after he had been settled on the couch and Lucas scampered off to get the dinner he promised, the cat turned off every other light possible to, as he put it, really get them in the spooky mood!

The smell of the food was delicious and nauseating. His stomach both wanted and revolted at the idea of anything filling it, which would only serve to worsen his headache no doubt. Damn it all, he wanted to throttle both himself and this illness, the first for agreeing to watch this stupid movie when he was already feeling under the weather, the second for preventing him from getting his half of the deal. These movie-dinner dates deals were the only reason Aaron continued to stick around, even if he thought the torment of being forced to watch awful romcoms in exchange for a hot, homemade meal was a little unfair. No, that wasn’t entirely true, Lucas was a freaking culinary genius as far as the mouse was aware. It was a wonder why he wasn’t majoring in a cooking field.

“I’m not hungry right now,” Aaron lied when Lucas had asked why he wasn’t eating. “I’ll try some later.”

The cat looked at him strangely before shrugging. “Alright, just let me know. If you don’t like it, I can always make you something else.” There he goes again, offering things he knows the other can’t accept. At least he could let it slide this time as he had no appetite to think of any other dish.

Lucas finished his own meal in silence, completely fixed on the television as the opening scene carried on, introducing the canine main character that Aaron did, in fact, vaguely recognize. This was fine, he figured, the dark apartment coupled with a painfully slow movie, a warm body moving to curl up behind him as it so often did during these deals, he could probably get a few moments of real rest in before the credits rolled. As much as he loathed to admit it, the cat was actually rather...comfortable to be forcefully cuddled by. He wasn’t like other movie goers that needed to make a comment on every character’s decision, steady breathing and the occasional purr helping the mouse slowly relax.

That relaxation was cut short as soon as the romcom actress tore her tiny avian neighbor to shreds by the end of the first act.

Aaron had hardly been paying attention to the storyline up until this point, something to do with the girl being bitten and experiencing insatiable hunger lately. The sudden carnage of the otherwise trusting little prey creature made both of them flinch in surprise, though Lucas was quick to laugh it off. From then on the mouse’s unwavering attention was glued to the screen, but not by his choice. A chill ran through him each time she claimed another unsuspecting victim, always a prey animal, and ripped them apart with her teeth and nails like a starving animal. The way the tiny’s incredibly realistic viscera was slurped into her bloody mouth made him queasy, all too easily imagining himself in their shoes.

Eventually, her hunger became too strong and she began attacking fellow predator species as well. Ripping into throats and soft bellies was far messier than snacking on a tiny creature in three bites, making her feast all the more gory. While the violence still unsettled him, it was a touch more bearable now that he couldn’t picture his own body being mangled between the teeth of a predator he thought he could trust. Speaking of…

The mouse gulped and risked a glance behind him at the other who had hardly moved, save for a few jolts and snickers whenever a particularly good jump scare managed to startle him. It didn’t go unnoticed that every time Aaron had physically reacted to a sudden screech or attack, the cat would curl just a little bit tighter around him, hiding a laugh behind a rumbling purr. He wanted to believe this was meant to be an act of comfort and not something equally as nefarious as the canine plotting her next kill. Regardless, Lucas was equally transfixed on the movie, except he seemed to be enjoying every minute of the horror aspect. His tail would flick in interest during the high tension scenes, even more so when a chase sequence was underway. It made sense, considering that was his favorite game to make Aaron play.

Whatever the case may be, the mouse couldn’t help but be unnerved tenfold that the other had the audacity to enjoy a fictional movie he was interested in seeing. The last thing the mouse wanted was for Lucas to get any more ideas when it came to chasing him around the apartment, much less awaken any sort of primitive instinct to maim his prize after it had been captured. To this day, it remains a deep seated fear in the back of his mind that every time the cat cupped his hands over him, his teeth would be quick to follow. Natural instincts were hard to shake for a reason when it came to prey animals such as himself, he could only hope the same wasn’t true for predators.

His imagination was running rampant, enough so that he completely missed how the movie ended. Something about a cure, something about being put down, whatever. The only thing on his mind was the morbidly hilarious thought that if Lucas were to go feral like the canine, would he eat him raw or would he cook him up in another fantastic dish?

Aaron jumped when Lucas moved to sit up behind him, only now registering the credits scrolling across the screen. He stretched a bit, the quickly fading warmth that had been surrounding the mouse making him realize just how tight the other must have been snuggled around him. How did he not notice?

“Wow,” Lucas said, pursing his lips. “That...was one of the worst movies I have ever seen in my life.”

That wasn’t the reaction Aaron had been expecting him to have, but it was certainly better than to hear him go on about how it was a brilliant masterpiece. He got up to flick the lights back on, still laughing as he recounted each poorly written scene and cheesy effects. “I mean, oh my god, right? The mail man saved everyone? Seriously? I actually feel bad for making you watch that, you totally have dibs on the next movie night.”

He turned around to look at the mouse who was still huddled tight on the couch, wide eyes glued to the screen even if it was just names moving along with ominous background music. Lucas gave him another quizzical look, smirking.

“C’mon, even you have to admit those tinies had zero survival instincts. Like, who goes up to a rabid dog and asks for directions? I get suspending my disbelief and all, but they could have made it just a pinch realistic. This is so going to tank her acting career…” The cat shook his head and moved closer to the couch so that he stood right in front of the television, finally drawing the other’s attention to himself. “Hey, you hungry now?”

Oh, absolutely fucking not. An hour and a half of being tensed up gave no relief to his aching muscles and now that the lights were back on, so was his pounding headache. His stomach rolled, the nausea a mix of dizziness and disgust from the special effects. He didn’t even want to think about food, he didn’t want to be out in the open anymore, and he most certainly did not want to spend another minute in the cat’s company right now.

“S-sure…” Aaron finally squeaked out. He just needed Lucas out of the room, distracted somewhere so he could make a break for it. In some instances, he would have just darted off whether the cat saw him or not, but that always resulted in a game of chase that had a 50/50 success rate, the other loving it anyways. All he wanted was some peace and quiet to rest up and heal and not think about how easy it would be for the other to bite off his head whenever he felt like it.

Lucas stood there for a minute, studying him, and just when Aaron genuinely feared he was going to pounce, he flashed an innocent smile. “Cool, just give me a couple minutes to get it heated up.” And with that, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Aaron decided to be bold and waste a few precious seconds of his head start to collect himself. Deep down, he knew he was being ridiculous. Lucas had been nothing but kind to him. Aloof, but still kind all the same. But as a prey animal that spent the better part of his life living in walls and stealing to survive, trust was a risk he simply couldn’t take. There was hardly any benefit to keeping up this con if the end goal was simply to eat him. For all he knew, though, Lucas was nothing more than a merciless sociopath that was willing to milk every ounce of fear he could before chowing down. A sociopath obsessed with romantic comedies and wore an apron when he cooked and had begged Aaron for two months straight to tell him when his birthday was so that he could make him a miniature cake.

...okay, so maybe Lucas wasn’t a sociopath, but that didn’t mean he was trustworthy. Evolution gave him sharpened fangs and agile reflexes for a reason and the mouse was not about to find out what it was like to be on the receiving end of those one day.

With his head as clear as it was going to be for the time being, sans the dull throb behind his eyes, the mouse finally pushed himself up to make his way over to the couch arm. Slowly, as to not overwork his stiff joints, he climbed his way down to the floor and skittered under the couch for a little extra protection. Strangely, he noticed that he didn’t hear any noises coming from the kitchen just up ahead and when he stopped by the doorway, he couldn’t see anyone either. Losing track of the massive cat should not be possible, especially considering this was a one bedroom apartment and there was literally nowhere else for the feline to go without coming back through the entryway. Aaron should have taken it as a blessing, but of course he couldn’t leave well enough alone.

He proceeded to be daring and come out from under the couch completely to peek into the kitchen, confirming it was empty. Again, that shouldn’t even be possible for Lucas to slip out without having to directly pass the living room to go somewhere else. Unless he had, which would mean Aaron missed him somehow. He had been in quite a deep thought process on the couch...but he could have sworn he was only collecting himself for a minute!

The answer became glaringly obvious when the mouse took a few hesitant steps back and turned to retreat under the safety of the couch, only to come face to face with Lucas. He damn near jumped out of his skin, slamming his back against the wall in an effort to gain another inch of distance between himself and the face taking up his entire view. Really, this was nothing too out of the ordinary for the cat, he loved to sneak up and pounce whenever the opportunity presented itself and Aaron wasn’t too obviously close to heart failure. What made his heart stutter, however, was the fact that Lucas didn’t look like...well, Lucas. There was no smile, no warm eyes, no words being talked a mile a minute about nothing.

No, there was just a frowning cat with his ears pinned back and pupils slit, stalking closer with a terrifying rumble in his throat.

Instinct overtook him as soon as he saw the other’s lip twitch, trying to dart under the couch for safety and having his path immediately blocked by a hand being slammed down, claw out. Aaron couldn’t even yelp, the bile in his throat threatening to turn into vomit if he idled around too long. So, he didn’t. Instead, he turned on his heel and scampered in the opposite direction with the cat hot on his trail. He very nearly dodged a swipe, Lucas hissing that his blow didn’t land while Aaron only tried to speed up his sprinting. They circled maybe half of the living room, the mouse weaving under furniture while the cat knocked into them in an effort to jarr his prey into taking a misstep.

It worked, unfortunately, when Aaron took a sharp turn at the bookshelf and caused Lucas to clip it with his shoulder. The small bump did nothing to deter the cat on his hunt, but the two books that came tumbling down were enough to make the smaller skid and trip to avoid being squashed under the novels. He ended up twisting his ankle awkwardly, stumbling flat on his face while the momentum of his running made him roll twice until he landed on his back. Despite being winded and the additional pain in his leg, he knew there was no time to waste, trying to pull himself. It was too late, though. The cat was already on top of him, hand coming down to pin him under his palm while only his head poked free from between his fingers.

That cold, terrifying face came nearer, eyes tunnel visioned on its prize. Oh God, Aaron would give anything to have the other Lucas back right now. He’d watch a thousand sappy movies, do a date night for every meal, actually move into his bedroom like the cat had suggested he do a dozen times. He wanted...fuck, he wanted his friend back. What he thought was his friend, anyways. Not this killer, not this predator who was baring his teeth and was now mere inches away from biting off his face and--

The growling above him broke off into a snort shortly before turning into a full blown laugh. Aaron wasn’t sure when he had closed his eyes in preparation for his certain death, but when he dared to open them and blinked away the budding tears, he saw that smile he had been wishing for again. Kind and warm, just like eyes, and it was like Lucas had never even taken the form of a starving hunter in his life. Like he hadn’t been moments away from devouring his beloved roommate.

“Oh, come on,” he howled with laughter, “You can’t be serious! That movie actually scared you? I mean, I thought you looked a little freaked out by it, but wow!”

The movie...so this...this wasn’t real. Lucas was just pretending, just playing a prank on him. He thought that the movie had simply wound him up and made him jumpier than usual, no different than watching a zombie flick and popping out from behind a bush at your friend later on.

Except it was different. It was different in the fact that zombies aren't real, but predators are. Predators didn’t need an excuse to go feral and maim and consume their tiny cohabitants, they simply could by the laws of nature. And yes, it may be illegal and have several laws in place to protect prey species, but if no body was ever left behind, who could say if foul play was involved? That was the whole plot point in the otherwise dull movie they sat through together, the reason why the woman was able to avoid suspicion of her sickness by feeding on tinies that could only be reported missing at most.

Lucas’s laughter had tapered off, still clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, note to self, no more horror movies.” Finally, he released Aaron from under his hand to sit back on his haunches. “Man, I really didn’t think you would scare that easily, especially from a B-movie like that. Anyways, are you actually ready to eat now? I put your stuff in the oven so it would reheat better, but it should be done by now….Ronnie?”

Aaron hadn’t moved an inch since he was originally pinned, not even after the hand had been lifted off of him. He just stared up blankly at the cat, trembling and wide eyed, unable to do anything as the rapid succession of events sunk in. The cat’s humor died down a little, smile hesitating.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist, you know?” He shrugged a little sheepishly. “You didn’t even notice when I came back so I thought...I don’t know, it was funnier in my head. I almost broke character and started laughing before you ran!” With still no verbal response, Lucas reached out a hand. “Aaron? You good? Come on, I’m not that scary, am I?”

The reaction he got probably wasn’t what he was hoping for with Aaron suddenly scrambling to push himself away from the outstretched hand that might trap and tear apart his limbs. He gave a sharp squeak, managing to find his footing only to come crashing down as soon as he took the first step, his ankle noticeably swollen by this point. His cry of pain was muffled into a desperate grunt, trying so hard to drag himself away as a last ditch effort to avoid the same fate as the bird and the squirrel and the mole in the movie.

Lucas gasped. “Oh, Ronnie, your leg!” Both hands were reaching for the mouse now, aiming to cup around him and scoop him up before they surely put him out of his misery. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t...oh my God, I hurt you.”

Yes and no. In truth, Aaron had been the one to hurt himself by making his body move in ways it physically shouldn’t. But that didn’t change the fact that Lucas had shown his true colors. Perhaps in hindsight, that wasn’t a fair assessment, as he really did think he was playing a harmless little joke on a skittish friend. The pain came from knowing that the cat could turn feral, though, no matter how genuine he was being. There was still clearly an instinct within him, one that knew how to hunt and bare his teeth and hiss, one that knew deep down where they both ranked on the food chain. It hurt in knowing everything he thought about his friend, everything that kept him from really letting down his walls like the other so desperately wanted, was right. Cats and mice were not friends.

“Get away from me!” Aaron shrieked when the hands came too close. Though they withdrew quickly, he didn’t bother to watch if they would move again as he forced himself up to stumble back to his nook behind the bookshelf.

“Aaron, wait!” It was a fruitless request and Lucas knew it as he didn’t even try to stop the mouse from disappearing behind the furniture back into the walls. It would only make matters so much worse. “Aaron, please, you’re hurt, just...at least let me help you. Please. I...I’m so sorry! It was an accident, I promise!”

The cat shuffled closer, leaning down in hopes that the other could at least hear his pleas better, could hear how sincere he was trying to be. “I would never hurt you, Aaron. You’re one of my best friends. Look, it was a stupid prank and I’m an asshole and I’ll never do it again, just please come out. Just let me know if you’re alright?”

It didn’t matter how hard or for how long he tried, Aaron was long gone within the walls.

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hot-wiings · 3 years

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The One Where Denki And Mina Think Katsuki Needs To Be A Softer, Nicer Boyfriend, And An Insecure Katsuki Agrees, But [Y/N] [L/N] Doesn't Want A Nicer Boyfriend, She Wants Him.

Requested By: @spicyhokage

Edited: 1-6-2021

It was late when Katsuki came in through class 2-A's dormitory doors. Being his second year at UA the school was allowing students to go back into student internships. With Best Jeanist still off the streets, Katsuki wound up interning with Fatgum, using the link between Eijirou and him to get in. Katsuki hadn't expected to be out for so long, there had been a bad villain that showed up at a different agency and it was a perfect match for both his and Fatgum's abilities. Fatgum had allowed Katsuki to work on it with him, nevermind the fact that Katsuki had already planned a study date for your upcoming test Monday, he jumped at the chance to work with the heroes.

Katsuki knew, or at least he hoped, that you wouldn't be that mad or upset at him for ditching you at the very last minute. It was a leg up in the hero industry, it was a helping hand, he could make more connections and improve his skills. As a student hero, you should know how important this is. He'd want you to make the same choice if it was reversed.

Despite abandoning your date, Katsuki wasn't heartless. He bought a bouquet of hydrangeas as an apology. Apologies weren't something he was good at, but he hoped you would accept it. Katsuki was hoping you would be up waiting for him in the dormitory lounge when he came back, but he knew that one was a longshot. He'd rather have you in bed resting, or making up for the studying he promised to help with but hadn't. Katsuki was hoping he'd find you in the dormitory lounge waiting for him, but instead, he found two of his peers.

"You were out awfully late, weren't you?"

"Shut it, pink face. I need to go see [Y/N] and then head to bed, like a smart student. You and dunce face do realize that we have a big test Monday, don't you?"

Katsuki marched right past Mina and Denki, who were sitting on the couch, towards the elevator to get up to your dorm. If he was right, Mr. Aizawa would be asleep by this hour, and getting into your dorm would be no issue. Katsuki stopped walking towards the elevator when he hears Minas' voice speak out again.

"Did you really get hydrangeas for her? You ditched her for your internship and you got hydrangeas? Girls like roses Katsuki. If a guy ever brought me hydrangeas, I'd kick his butt to the door. Queens deserve better."

"What the fuck are you implying raccoon eyes?"

Katsuki turned back around to yell at Mina for implying that he wasn't good enough for you. He nearly crumpled the flowers by clenching his hand. Mina didn't know what she was talking about. He had brought you hydrangeas several times before, you never complained about it. Denki spoke up to try and intervene Katsuki from blowing up on Mina.

"I think what Mina meant to say is that we're just worried for you. You really like [Y/N], right? Take it from a guy who gets dumped by girls a lot. Pretty girls like [Y/N] don't need to sit around waiting for guys like us. While you're trying to further your career you're ditching her, not to mention, when is the last time you showed her affection?"

"For starters, dunce face, don't call my girlfriend pretty. Secondly, there are no guys like us and girls like [Y/N], there's me, her, and all of you fucking extras that need to get out of my relationship."

"Fine, don't take our advice. Just so you know, [Y/N] isn't in her dorm, she's in the kitchen."

Mina practically sings her words out, and Katsuki changes his course of route from the elevator to the kitchen. He had a scowl on his face the entire time, courtesy of Mina and Denki. He had to restrain himself from beating them with the bouquet. Katsuki reached the kitchen door and he took a minute to recompose himself from his previous anger to a calmer version of himself. He pushed the door open with a calmer smile on his face but stops after opening it halfway.

"What's the answer to number two?"

"Uhm... 6?"

"That's right! Here's your reward."

Katsuki clenched his fist, practically ruining the flowers. He ditched you and your study date, he shouldn't be getting so mad at seeing you and Deku study together. You can have friends other than him. You can be around members of the male gender other than him. Even if it is shitty Deku. You're allowed to have a life outside of Katsuki, but as Deku broke apart a cookie and threw it right into your mouth, a sweet reward for getting the question right, he was ready to toss hands with the boy.

"We're gonna ace this test Monday. Thanks for studying with me Deku. I hate studying alone and you're great at math. Usually, Katsuki helps me, but he got busy."

"It's no problem, [Y/N]. Seriously, I'm always here if you need me."

Katsuki quietly pulled the door shut instead of going in and interrupting you and dumb Deku. Maybe Mina was right. Katsuki thought about it more as he walked back to Mina and Denki. He didn't really show you affection that much, and he did spend a lot of time in the gym or at his internship. His idea of a date was training together or studying. You probably hated the flowers but chose not to speak on it. If he didn't change, change now and fast he was going to lose you to that shit-munch. He needed to show you he was the better more deserving man. As Katsuki stared at Mina and Denki he uttered the words he never wanted to say to them.

"I want your fuckin' help."

"Bring [Y/N] roses. Girls love roses. Not a daffodil, not baby's breath, not a tulip. Roses."

Roses were Mina's first piece of advice to Katsuki. According to her, girls only cared about getting roses, and every other flower was inferior. She also said apology flowers must be paired with chocolates. Katsuki personally thought that was bullshit. He had been bringing you different breeds of flowers throughout your entire relationship and never once had you vocalized disdain for it. But Mina is a girl unlike him, so she must have had some kind of special insight. You must have just not wanted to make him feel bad for messing up. Katsuki knew he was inexperienced in the dating area, but he hadn't realized he was screwing up so badly.

Katsuki did exactly what Mina said. Saturday afternoon, Katsuki showed up at your dorm with a bouquet of yellow roses and a box of chocolates, the milk chocolate kind. According to Mina, milk chocolate was better than dark chocolate. He knocked on the door after checking his phone for the time. He knew you didn't like getting up early on the weekend, and you had been up late studying the night before. Twelve-thirty seemed like a reasonable time to stop by.

You opened the door, slippers on your feet, eyes barely opened, and a crinkled forehead as you tried to slightly open them to see who you were staring at. You had a pair of shorts on and one of Katsuki's sweatshirts. One you promised you hadn't seen and swore he must've lost in the dorms laundry facility. Katsuki smiled down at your sleepy form, you were adorable. Once you registered who it was you yawned and crossed your arms as you lazily leaned against the door frame and let a small smile cross your face.

"What're you doing here? You were out so late last night, you must be exhausted."

"I could say the same about you, you look like the epitome of tired. How late were you up?"

"No later than two. When did you get in?"

Katsuki didn't want to tell you he came in at midnight. You would've asked him why he didn't come to see you, and he didn't want to say that he saw you and Deku studying together. He didn't want to admit that he felt pained at seeing you together so close. Pained at you needing and using Deku as you would him. Katsuki held up the roses and chocolates and thrust them into your arms.

"I didn't even check the time. I brought you apology flowers and chocolate for ditching you. They're roses!"

"O-Oh, they're yellow."

You took the items he thrust into your arms and moved further into your dorm so he could come in. You set the chocolate down on the bed but kept observing the flowers. Katsuki was quite proud of the flowers he picked out. They were pretty and blooming, and he thought you'd like them. Yellow roses would look good in your dorm room. You, on the other hand, were not ecstatic with the flowers. You bit your lip and tried to make your smile bigger. Did he know what yellow roses symbolized? He had to of known, even Denki would know something this simple. Maybe you were reading into it too much, they're just flowers. It was a gift, not a death sentence to your relationship.

"I'll have to go to the kitchen and see if there's anything I can put them in."

Katsuki could sense you being standoffish. He assumed you were upset at him for ditching you the previous night. He did the flowers right, he would just have to go the extra mile to make you happy with him by serving your needs.

"I can go to the kitchen and find a vase! You just shower or get dressed, or whatever, and I'll even bring you up some lunch."

"You don't have to do that. I can get dressed and do it myself."

"I don't have to do it, I want to do it."

Katsuki cupped your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss against your lips. They were soft and sweet. Katsuki could taste the residue sugar from the cookies you had been eating the night before and he pulled back with a frown, making you frown just as much. He wasn't mad that you didn't brush your teeth, although you should have. He was upset at the reminder that Deku was with you when you were supposed to be having a study date. He was upset that Deku was the one who stayed up with you until two in the morning. He was upset that Deku was acting like a better boyfriend when he was just your friend and nothing more. Katsuki should've been doing more, he should've been doing a better job.

"I really am sorry for ditching you yesterday. If you want, we can redo the date today."

"I really missed you yesterday. I did some cramming with Deku, but I don't think he's as good of a teacher as you are."

"Of course dumb Deku isn't as good as me. I'll grab my books before I come back, we'll have a nice do-over date."

Hearing you say that Izuku wasn't as good as him made him feel good. It was slightly reassuring to Katsuki, yet he couldn't stop this budding feeling every time he thought about you and Izuku studying last night.

"Buy her something nice. Something nice like jewelry. I always see you buying her practical stuff, that's boring. Girls like pretty shiny gifts from their boyfriends."

Mina's second piece of advice had been to buy you some jewelry. According to Mina jewelry was an acceptable gift for a boyfriend to buy his girlfriend. Katsuki had been buying you practical and weird gifts throughout your relationship. He thought they were good, he thought they were sweet and enjoyable. He supposed he was wrong. With every piece of advice from Mina, Katsuki was getting punched in the gut. He thought he was treating you right, he thought he was doing this whole relationship thing right, but he wasn't. If he didn't fix things fast then dumb Deku would steal you away from him.

Katsuki felt inside of his pocket for the necklace he bought you. He had Mina help him pick it out that morning. It had been sitting there in a pretty little black box with a red bow waiting to be opened. He wanted to give it to you when he gave you the flowers, but he didn't want you to view it as an apology gift, he wanted it to be viewed as a sweet, 'I was thinking of you', gift.

By the time Katsuki had gotten back to your dorm room, you were all showered and dressed in fresh clothes. You were wearing comfortable clothes, and Katsuki had to smile again. You looked simply perfect. With your hair pushed back by a headband, sweatpants, and another one of his sweaters which you practically swam in, you looked angelic to him. Katsuki put a bag containing your lunch on the small table you had in your room, he placed the vase containing your new flowers there too before pulling out your lunch. You grabbed his book bag from him with a smile and began to pull his books out and place them alongside yours in a neatly organized fashion to create a nice study space.

"What'd you find for lunch?"

"There wasn't much in the fridge to quickly grab, so I made some curry."

"I love it when you cook. It always tastes good."

You smiled at Katsuki and placed a quick peck against his cheek before taking a seat next to him. His chest swelled with pride as he watched you freely dig into the container of food. You liked his cooking, and as he watched you feast in it he knew you weren't lying. At least he did one thing right on his own. One more wrong thing and he was sure he was going to blow a casket.

"Aren't you gonna eat?"

You stared at him with half-lidded eyes and spoke with your mouth half full, barely pronouncing your words but Katsuki still knew what you were saying. He stopped staring at you and began working on his own dish. Every once and a while Katsuki noticed your eyes go from your food to his face and then to the flowers before diving back to the food. He supposed you really liked them. It felt good knowing he was doing it right. It felt good knowing you were happy and content with him for the moment.

You wiped your face off and just as you were about to clean up your lunch mess Katsuki jumped up and took care of it. He grabbed your lunch containers and closed them before tossing them back into the bag he brought them in. He took a wet wipe and wiped up your table and then proceeded to toss the dirty wipe in the trash bin.

"Ready to study?"

"Yup! You're a really good teacher, I really look forward to our study dates."

You walked over to your bed and took a seat on the ground whereas Katsuki laid across your bed in a position where he could have a book out and also easily look over the edge to see what you were doing. This was how you always did your study dates. Katsuki would work and watch to see if you were slacking off, then you would switch books and quiz each other. Slowly the clock clicked away, each passing second made Katsuki grow antsy. He wanted to give you the stupid neckless he had inside his pocket. Katsuki huffed as he slammed his book shut and pushed it off of the bed. You craned your neck back to see what Kastuki was doing before narrowing your eyes, no way did he think he could stop studying while he made you work.

"What are you doing? Are you studying up there?"

"No, c'mere."

You huffed as you pulled yourself up off of the floor and crawled onto the bed next to Katsuki. A mixture of blankets and skin touched you as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you so your back was flush against his chest. He let his head rest inside your neck, and you struggled to pull out of his grip.

"What are you doing? We're supposed to be studying."

"I don't wanna study right now. The test is Monday, we can still study tomorrow."

You bit your lip as you contemplated his offer. He had a point. The test was Monday morning, and it was only Saturday, not to mention that you had studied with Deku yesterday. The offer was just so out of character for Katsuki, part of you wondered if it was a trick and thought he was going to pull out a piece of rolled-up newspaper to hit you with like he did for Eijirou. You let yourself sink into his arms, you had been up to this for a while, you deserved a break.

"Okay, but only a small break. got it?"

"Mm. I got you something."

Katsuki pulled away from your body to dig in his pocket and pull out the small black box. You rolled over so you could face him and your gift with a growing smile on your face. You loved Katsuki's gifts. Whether it was intentional or not, he always got you something you needed. Whether it was you complaining about cold hands or your lack of working pens, the next day you would find gloves and a pack of pens with a note from him saying something stupid, like 'You better use these to take your shitty notes' and 'If you get arthritis in your hands you can't become a hero'. It was always a surprise and a delight. Katsuki handed over the box and you tore the bow off before opening it.

"It's a necklace!"

"Oh, it's very cute."

You tried not to frown as you looked over the necklace. You tried you're best to put a beaming smile on your face. It was still a gift and you needed to show your gratitude. It wasn't as conventional as your other gifts, but it was still pretty. Maybe it had a special meaning? Maybe he saw it and thought of you? It was just so unusual. He never bought you jewelry and the style was obviously not his.

"Did you pick it out yourself?"

You tried not to make it sound like you were fishing for an explanation as you smiled and clasped it around your neck to show how much you 'loved' it. Katsuki contemplated telling you he picked it out himself but seeing as you were friends with Mina he wasn't sure what she'd say and he didn't want to look bad.

"Well, I got a little help. Figured a female's perspective wouldn't hurt."

Suddenly you felt sick to your stomach. Not only had he given you a necklace, an unconventional and unusual gift compared to the ones he usually gave, but he let a girl pick it out. There was no special meaning, it was just pretty. Your mind went back to the flowers. The yellow roses. He bought you yellow roses. Your whole relationship he brought different breeds and types, never roses. Especially not yellow, the color that represented friendship.

"Thank you, I love it!"

You wrapped your arms around Katsuki, bringing him into a big, tight hug. Although you were with him physically, mentally you were in other places. That dark place in the back of your head was telling you why he gave you these offhanded weird gifts. The dark place in the back of your head was filling you with untrue silly thoughts, yet you couldn't help but let your head entertain them and wonder. The more you wondered, the more you wanted to rip your neckless off.

mina

Pop music could be heard blaring loudly from a BlueTooth speaker connected to Mina's phone as you walked into her dorm room. Without knocking you barged right in, Mina supposed there really was a reason you and Katsuki were together. You were both bluntly rude and sometimes you didn't even realize it. You flopped down at the foot of her bed and looked up at her before greeting your pink friend.

"Hey."

"Hi."

Mina didn't look up from what she was doing, she continued flicking through the pages of some fashion-forward girly magazine as she replied to you. You ran your fingers through her soft duvet as you looked around her dorm room. It looked like Claires threw up on the walls and it gave you a major headache. You and Mina had two different style sets, two sets of style very far apart.

"Did you study for the test tomorrow?"

Unlike her room, that was a subject that would give Mina a headache. Mina roughly flipped another page of the magazine she was holding as she let out an exhausted breath.

"No, and before you scold me neither did Denki. I swear Katsuki is rubbing off on you."

At the sound of his name, your hand went up and touched the necklace he got for you. You only wore it in case you saw Katsuki today, you planned to wear it for the next two weeks, then you'd pretend you lost it. You weren't a necklace kind of person, and it wasn't even sentimental. Mina tossed her magazine down on the bed and a smile played on her face as she saw the necklace between your fingers.

"That's a cute necklace? Did Katsuki get it for you?"

"Yeah, he did."

You answer Mina's questions and inquiries as you let the gem on the necklace slip out of your fingers. You couldn't help but let your face slip into a frown. You couldn't help it, the more you thought about the necklace, the further you fell into dark thoughts. It wasn't even the fact that it wasn't sentimental like all of the other gifts he gave you, it was the fact he let some girl pick it out. You weren't a controlling person, not remotely. If Katsuki wanted female friends he could have them, he did have them. While he wouldn't call Mina a friend, she was. Mina was a girl you felt comfortable with, however, you had already had a girl in mind of who you thought helped him, a girl who wasn't Mina. A girl you didn't feel comfortable with, a girl you knew you shouldn't feel comfortable with.

"Well, it's very pretty, if I had a boyfriend who brought me gifts like that I'd be over the moon. So I take it things between you and Katsuki are good then?"

"I guess, um, I just... I think Katsuki is cheating on me."

You started off in a stutter before you bluntly spoke out your words. The moment your voice hits your ears you cringe at yourself and cross your arms. It was such a ridiculous thought. A horrendous and dark thought that, lately, kept crossing your mind more often than it should be crossing and occurring.

"What? Why?!"

"He's just acting so strange and weird."

You pulled yourself up into a cross-legged sitting position on Mina's bed to talk to her. Mina moved and adjusted her own body, completely immersed in what you were saying. You played with your hand as your next words came out.

"Whenever he's out late he always, and I mean always comes to my dorm before going to bed. He didn't come to my dorm last Friday, instead, he shows up at my dorm Saturday afternoon with flowers."

"Flowers are sweet and romantic though. The fact that he bought them for you means he cares."

"Katsuki always brings me a wide variety of flowers. Hydrangeas, snapdragons, hyacinth. It's out of the ordinary and romantic, but this time he bought roses. Not just any roses, yellow roses. What kind of statement is he trying to make with that one?! Everyone knows yellow roses mean friendship and red means romance. Even Denki knows that."

Mina scratched the back of her head nervously. She supposed she should have explained to Katsuki to get red roses. Katsuki was unaware of things in the romance department. Mina needed to try and dial things back before Katsuki found out what you're thinking.

"Katsuki isn't very romantically smart, you're his first serious romantic relationship."

"Yeah, but we've been dating for nearly a year, and that's not even it. We were studying yesterday, and you know how strict Katsuki is when he's studying, you've seen him with Eijirou. Katsuki was not strict at all, he made me stop studying to cuddle. To cuddle! Can you believe that?"

"Well... Maybe he's trying to be sweeter to you, I mean look at the necklace he got you, it's so romantic."

"Don't even get me started on the necklace! Katsuki always brings me sentimental and meaningful gifts. He buys me pencil led when I'm low, and notebooks when he sees my paper is getting down to the end, he buys me gloves when he notices mine are lost or have holes. They're stupid and meaningful and I love it."

You ran your fingers through your hair distressed and upset. Yanking your hands through a few new forming snarls from laying on the bed, practically pulling some hair strands out.

"The necklace isn't meaningful, it doesn't have sentiment, and he didn't even pick it out himself! Some girl picked it out for him."

"Why, didn't he say who? It doesn't mean anything. The girl is probably a friend."

"I think I already know who the girl is. It's some stupid brunette from Shiketsu High. They met during his supplementary lessons, they met again after their internship heroes started working together regularly. She saw him when we were walking to get coffee and she just had to stop and talk to him, she was obviously flirting with him."

You had never felt more awkward at that moment. She was blatantly flirting with him, whether she knew that you were together or not, you didn't know. You didn't expect Katsuki to talk about his relationship during his internship, he was supposed to be working, but you didn't trust her. You knew from that moment the brunette was going to be trouble. She was interested in your boyfriend and that spelled out trouble to you.

"'had a little help' he says, staking her claim on what's mine I say."

"[Y/N], I don't think katsuki would cheat on you. He wouldn't do that."

Mina felt completely nervous. She hadn't realized you and she had such different opinions on romance and what was wooing and not. Katsuki was romantic, he was doing nothing wrong, she just didn't see it from your point of view. Mina had worried Katsuki for nothing and gave bad romance advice which resulted in you worrying. Katsuki was going to kill her, she needed to fix this.

"[Y/N], Katsuki loves you a lot, don't worry, okay?"

"Okay, you're probably right, I'm thinking too much. I'm going back to my dorm, try to get some studying in before the test tomorrow."

Despite the pink girl's words you still didn't feel good. As you stood up and walked to her door, you still felt a rush of negative thoughts and emotions. You still felt winded and emotional. You still felt hurt and fearful of your relationship. You felt the same as you did when you walked into her dorm.

You nervously tapped your leg up and down on the ground repeatedly as Mr. Ectoplasm and his copies passed out the scored math tests to the class. You supposed a quirk like that must be very useful as a teacher. You kept making little glances over at where Katsuki was sat and your heart clenched. You felt so ridiculous for suspecting he was cheating. You felt completely horrible. Mina was right, Katsuki loved you. Katsuki loved you and he would never cheat. The simple thought that he would was wrong, yet, this lingering feeling told you he was.

Maybe you should talk to him about it. Maybe you should tell him and express your fears and worries. It was better to talk about things like this, it was better to express yourself rather than locking it up and away, where it could fester and damage your relationship. You looked back over at Katsuki, who caught your glace this time and smiled at you. The smile made you feel sick and guilty for feeling this way. You would tell him how you were feeling after class. The sooner it was out in the open the better.

You turned back to your test sheet and frowned at the result. You got a forty. Forty. After all that studying you had received a forty. You wanted to be mad at Katsuki for not making you study harder, but you had studied with Izuku first hand. Maybe Ectoplasm would let you take a retest. Ectoplasm dismissed you all and you quickly folded up your test paper in half so no one could see your result as you exited. After you packed up your school bag you stood out in the hall and waited for Katsuki.

The nerves in your stomach churned. You didn't want to tell Katsuki the negative thoughts that were running through you, you didn't want to tell him how you had dark thoughts and worries about him cheating, but you had to tell him. You had to put your thoughts and theories to rest. Katsuki came out in the hall with his own test papers in hand and you both began to walk to your next class.

"What'd you score?"

"Got a ninety-two. You?"

"A forty."

You sighed as you clenched the paper in your hand. That was a D. Katsuki was on the fritz. He was trying to take Mina's advice. He wanted to be nice and softer to you like Mina told him he had to be, but he couldn't. You should've studied harder, he should've made you study harder. Katsuki gritted his teeth and took a deep breath to calm himself down before responding.

"You'll do better next time!"

"What is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

You looked at Katsuki like he grew two heads. This wasn't your boyfriend, and you slightly wondered if Toga had infiltrated UA. He was never kind like this, he wasn't a positive person. He was supposed to yell at you. Tell you to study better. Tell you you needed to get good scores if you were going to become a hero with him.

"It's just a bad test score, not every score can be a baller."

"I failed my test, you're supposed to yell at me. Tell me I'm stupid, tell me to study more. Tell me anything but that fake positivity shit! You are not acting like yourself, are you cheating on me? Is this guilt? Are you guilty?"

"No! Fuck, no!"

Katsuki dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around you. That wasn't how you meant to tell him about the thoughts you were having. You wanted to tell him calmly and respectfully, you hadn't meant to flat out accuse him, your thoughts just need up tumbling out that way. Katsuki's own reassuring words came stumbling out in your ear as he tightly gripped you against him.

"You are perfect and beautiful, and so important to me. I would never cheat on you, I would never fuck up what I have with you. Why would you think that? I don't wanna make you feel that fuckin' way."

"I know that. I know you wouldn't, but you have been acting so weird and different."

"I need to be nice or else I'm going to lose you. I got insecure, but shit, I should be. You are so perfect, and you deserve roses and jewelry and the world. You deserve someone who cuddles you instead of studying and who doesn't make you feel like they're cheating and fuck-"

You pull out of Katsuki's tight grip and cup his cheeks. Your fingers skimmed over his skin tenderly as you stared up at his red eyes and noticed how watery they were. Your heart broke, you thought he was unfaithful but he was really just scared of losing you.

"I don't want you to be soft and nice. You already give me the world Katsuki. You make me study because you care about me. I don't want you to get me roses and Jewelry, I hate it, and I love the stupid little gifts you get me. You don't give me affection and cuddles, but you do other things, like waiting to walk me to class and making me food."

"You don't want me to be nicer?"

"No! Everything you do is already perfect. Everything you do shows me you care about me in your own way. I love the way you are, I don't want you to change."

Katsuki pulled you back into his arms and pressed a rough kiss against your forehead. He was doing everything right. He was better than dumb Deku, and your test score was proof of that. He wasn't going to lose you, Denki and Mina were wrong.

"Come to my dorm tonight, you need to study better dumbass."

It didn't matter that the whole class watched the exchange between you both. It didn't matter that Mina had screwed with your relationship and felt very relieved to have gotten off scot-free, for now at least. It didn't matter because all Katsuki cared about was the fact that he was a great boyfriend, the best. He didn't have to be softer, nicer. He didn't have to change, you liked it. You loved him, the way he was. That was all that mattered.

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pov: random girl hitting on ur mans so u needa teel em to back off <3

tw: kn1fe, cussing (?), neck snapping (?)

ft: kaeya, diluc, zhongli, & venti :)

kaeya

kaeya can't really control something,, and it's how freaking hot he is.

however, as much as you enjoyed the hooker boy, all of monstadts women (married or not) would hit on him.

it pisses you off, a fucking lot. even though he would turn them down because he was already dating you,, they would not,, i mean NOT,, leave the cavalry captain alone.

and everyday,, at some point,, some random monstadt woman would walk up to you and ask if kaeya was with you.

and man, you have never,, and i mean NEVER,, have wanted to slap a bitch to barbatos.

kaeya would feel bad about it, he'd apologize profusely (as if it would do anything),, but you'd end it almost immedietly with a 'it's fine'

but there was this one woman,, who always came up to kaeya with this big, fat, unattractive uwu voice. that was also the exact same day that you finally had enough of their bs.

"excuse me" you poked her shoulder as she unattractivally flirted with your boyfriend.

"what do- oh, it's you." she'd say, giving a disgusted glare at you as kaeya just stared from behind.

"yeah, hi, it's me." you replied sarcastically. "mind backing off of my boyfriend? i'd really appreciate it!" you stated, knowing it wouldn't work.

"and why sh-"

"or i'll shove this knife into your throat!~" you stated, pulling your pocket knife out.

she ran away as kaeya chuckled giving you a big hug

diluc

even though the two step-brothers look nothing alike,, apparently the name 'kaeya' is so much more easier to remember.

people would go up to aether/lumine and just ask "where's the long haired red bartender from the tavern?" as if he doesn't have a name.

to be honest, you've had the urge to scream "his name is diluc for fucks sake" in front on monstadt, but you sadly,, never got the chance.

why?

because diluc always readsured you it was fine.

but you knew, he hated it.

just from the look on his face when people called him the "red-haired bartender",, he was really hurt.

even though monstadt is a pretty small place, people still didn't know his name, and it angered you.

what pissed you off the most was people hitting on him while you were standing right beside him while holding his hand.

"oh diluc you're so tall and handsome!!" this random girl stated, clinging onto him.

'for once someone remembered his name...' you thought.

"mm." he replied, displaying that he's uninterested since you were holding his hand.

"oh! and who are you?"

'please end me-'

"they're my-"

"oh, a friend!" the girl interuppted.

'tHIS BI-'

"i swear to fUCKING BARBATOS-" diluc stared at you with wide eyes, already enjoying the drama unraveling.

"IF YOUR HILICHURL LOOKING ASS WON'T STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BOYFRIEND I WON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH GETTING ALBEDO TO MAKE A POTION THAT WILL DESTROY, AND I MEAN FUCKING DESTROY,, YOUR VOCAL C- oh she's gone?"

diluc was really proud <3

zhongli

okok this homeless bitch forgets mora is a thing,, especially when you're with him.

he'll make you buy something but oh boy,, when his fans are there it feels great to not spend your mora on him.

but the girls that swoon over him are a WHOLE different story.

their flirty looks, dress to impress, high pitched voice, and their too polite.

you can't count how many times a girl has told you to back off even though your his s/o.

but it was fun seeing zhongli suffer,, because you knew you were his <3

but oH bOy,, there was this girl who just made you want to murder her.

"a knife." you mumbled as zhongli chuckled at you.

"[name] don't touch it." he warned, giving you an aggressive look.

"why do you need to tell them what to do and what not to do?? oh that's right,, they're a dog!" the girl laughed, zhongli was absolutely pissed and you were ready to snap her neck.

"suddenly [name] you can take that knife."

"i'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!" you shouted as you grabbed the knife from it's holder.

you grabbed her buy the neck and placed the knife on her throat as she quivered in her spot.

"one, two, th-"

"[name]."

"but babe.. i wasn't going to hurt her.."

"yet.." zhongli stared at you,, sugesting you put the knife down.

"fine, fine. but you owe me." and with that he nodded as the girl ran away.

venti

the sneaky fuckass was well known with his words,, and it's not okay.

venti could either slide in small sarcastic teasing flirts or on demand drunk flirtting 24/7.

and he always, and i mean ALWAYS flirts with other girls, but the two of you know it's a joke because barbatos himself knows he'll drag you into an alleyway for a lil' makeout shesh and shower you with some lovely words.

his love songs also described you,, a little too much. but i mean, it was really freaking cute.

as much as his fans loved him, he spent about 30 minutes after hos preformance with him, and if it felt like forever for you,, then you'd end up stealing him from you. but there was this one time this girl would not let go of him.

"venti!!~" you whined as you ran up to him, engulfing the bard in a hug.

"hi [name]!" venti grinned back along with serving a hug.

"aether told me to come and get you since he needed something, if that's alright that is."

"oh it-"

"i'm seriously tired of this bullshit already, who are you and why do you take him away every so often?! seriously, the world doesn't revolve around you!" a blonde girl shouted as an irk mark appeared on you and venti.

"oh, is it my fault the honorary knight of monstadt need the bard? i'm sorry for aether needing him." you replied sarcastically, the girl getting more fed up.

"yes, in fact it is your fault! you take him away because of your fucking jealousy that we get to spend more time with him than you do! i've seen you sitting from a far watching all of us talk to him! bitch." she answered, walking up to you as she then slapped you.

"hey, cut it out! seriously what the heck!" venti glared at her, as he turned to face you. "[name] are you okay???" he questioned, grabbing the cheek the random girl slapped gently.

"rest assured that i'm fine, it's best you get aether and paimon incase things begin to escalate." you smiled as he nodded in response, making his way to the knights headquarters.

"pfft, you can't even fight can you? well i sure can! so test me!" she grinned preparing to throw punches.

"mhm, ok yeah sure." you laughed, letting her take the first hit, as she stood there absolutely confused.

"what are you waiting for?! hit m-"

"no."

"i'm sorry what?"

"i said no, are you fucking deaf?"

the girl fumed as she began to swing, that was her first mistake. reluctantly, you doged her punch. pulling out your weapon, you stared at her.

"should i, or should i not stab you right here?"

"[name] are you alright?!" venti and aether shouted as they bith dashed towards you.

"ah, i'm fine!" you replied, grabbing venti's hat as you pht it onto yours.

"i suggest you leave before i snap your neck." you told the blonde as she stumbled in shock, running away from your dark aura.

"you're amazing." venti laughed.

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broadstbroskis · 3 years

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the wedding date | morgan rielly

a/n: well first things first, i’m gonna give a shoutout to myself, because i started this fucking thing back in august and it’s finally completed (that’s right, it took me 7 months to write just under 5k, shhh, it finally came together).

anyway, since i started this back in august, you can tell i’ve had this idea for a while. it’s morphed and changed a bit but the basic premise has stayed the same- you go home with morgan for a wedding and everyone thinks that you’re the girl he’s been dating for the last few years- so i hope you all enjoy! (also i’m sorry i suck at titles but like i’m not)

a special shoutout to these lovely people who have listened to me whine about this at any point over the last SEVEN MONTHS and some fellow mo lovers because you’re all amazing and i love you, @denis-scorianov, @brockadoodles, @danglesnipecelly, @laurenairay, @hockeyboysiguess

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When Morgan approaches you, with what you’ll later learn is only his first attempt to ask you something, you don’t even give him the chance, really. “Hey, what are you doing this summer?”

“Not you.” You quip back, grinning cheekily, ignoring the barks of laughter from Matthews and Marner beside him.

“Haha.” Morgan deadpans, but it’s busy that night at the bar, Saturday night after a Leafs win, and you’ve really got to get back to work now that you’ve finished serving them, so you’re already walking away from him.

The second time it happens is a Friday night, a few weeks later, when you’re out with some friends for the first time all semester. It’s late enough that you’re feeling just on the right side of tipsy, you’re drunk enough that you know you’re going to go home with the guy you shouldn’t, and you’re okay with both of those things.

At least, tonight you are. Tomorrow morning will be a different story.

And then, Morgan stops you at the bar. “Hey.”

“Hey!” You grin back...and then it slowly fades as he just hems and haws. “What’s up?”

“I-” He blows out a frustrated groan.

Your eyebrows raise. You’ve known Morgan for years now, since his first season with Leafs had been right about when you started working at the bar for some extra cash after realizing just how expensive school was getting and grad school would be beyond that. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him at such a loss for words. “Alright, well if you can’t think of it now, get back to me later, okay?”

“Wait-” He says, so you give him a minute or two, but there’s still nothing.

“Ok, I love you, but this is my one night out before my dissertation is due later this spring.” You tell him, reaching out for a hug. “You have my number and you know where to find me.”

“Ok.” Morgan smiles a little. “Have fun tonight.” And then you slink away from him, back in the direction of your friends, ready to let loose one last time before the craziness sets in.

The night that Morgan finally gets his question out is a quiet one in the middle of the week. He settles himself into the corner, doing his best to be discrete with a hat covering his face. By the time you and your coworker get everyone settled with drinks and you make your way over to him, he’s caught the attention of one older man, who immediately walks back to his girlfriend when you arrive at Morgan’s section of the bar.

“Well finally.” He’s free of all teammates, a rarity but not unheard of, especially this late in the season. “What’s a guy gotta do to get some service around here?”

“Oh sorry!” You tease. “Did I interrupt something here? Did you want me to call that guy back up so you guys could finish up?”

He flattens you with a look. “Don’t you dare.”

You giggle, leaning down against the bar in front of him. You know how much he loves the Toronto fanbase, but as playoffs approach, the fans are becoming more vocal and more forward with their thoughts. “You want another drink?”

He looks down at his glass, contemplates for a minute, and then nods, so you return quickly with a new beer for him and then smile as you watch him take a large gulp of it. “So what’s new?”

“Ehh loaded question.” He says cryptically. You give him a look. “But hey, you’re here on a Wednesday! You done with your...dissertation?” He trails off hesitantly, smiling at himself when you nod.

“Yup. I should know next week if I’m all clear.”

“And then?” He prompts.

“And then you can call me doctor, asshole.” You tease.

“I mean, Dr. Asshole isn’t what I would have gone with as my first choice, but if that’s what you want…”

“Morgan!” You laugh, ducking your head at the lame joke.

He’s grinning when you meet his eyes again, pleased as always that he could make someone laugh. “But seriously, that’s awesome! I’m excited for you.”

“Thanks.” You grin.

“What’s your next step then?”

“Umm I get to start researching infectious diseases for money.” You tell him excitedly, since you’d accepted a job with the University of Toronto’s medical research facilities. “But it doesn’t start until August.”

You’d expected Morgan to tease you about your excitement of infectious disease-something he and his teammates (among many other people you know) have done multiple times before-but instead, he perks up and says, “So you’d be free, on say, the weekend of July 8th?”

“Why?” You ask suspiciously. Experience has told you not to immediately say yes to this.

Morgan sighs. “Look. I need a date for a wedding back home that weekend.”

“And I’m the best you could come up with?”

“Best?” Morgan repeats. “You are funny, you’re pretty, you’re a doctor, all of which, frankly, puts you well out my league.”

“You’re not wrong.” You agree cheerfully, which puts the smile back on Morgan’s face, as you’d hoped. “But that doesn’t explain why you’d need a date to this wedding.”

The smile fades quickly and you wince. “I was supposed to go with Laura.”

You frown. “What happened to Laura?” Last you’d heard, the two of them were solid. Really solid. Headed for a wedding themselves, solid.

“She wasn’t who I thought she was.” He says flatly.

You wince. “I’m sorry, Mo.”

He shrugs. “It’s over and done with now.” You send him a reassuring smile. “So will you come?”

Well, there’s really no way you can say no now and not feel like an asshole. “Sure.”

The grin returns to his face. “Knew you’d come through for me.”

-----

Morgan rolls up to the airport in Vancouver to pick you up in a very fancy looking Jeep, a far cry from the sporty Porsche he drives in Toronto, and you call him out on it immediately. “I see how it is. You go home and you’re a fancy country boy, not a fancy city boy?”

He laughs. “Fuck off.”

“Gladly.” You tell him, grinning teasingly. “Drop me off at departures, will ya?”

His tone immediately turns serious. “Thank you. Seriously. Thanks for coming.”

Your smile remains on your face, still beaming over at him. “It was nothing, Mo.” It wasn’t, really, and you both know it. You’d quit your bar job a couple weeks early because of this, but you were happy to do this for him. He’d been down about Laura, down about being bounced from the playoffs again. This spring had been rough on him and you were more than happy to do your part to cheer up one of your closest friends.

Morgan hmms, in a way like he’s pretending to be casual about it, but he changes the subject as he switches lanes to pull onto the highway.

-----

Morgan has a whole itinerary for the next few days, prior to the wedding, but promises he’ll take you around to some of his favorite spots before you leave late next week. A quiet night tonight, dinner with his parents and brother tomorrow, and then the wedding stuff began the following day.

Much like his fancy Jeep, his fancy house in Vancouver is also nothing like the condo he owns in Toronto. You wouldn’t go so far as to say that his condo is...edgy, but it’s pretty modern? The house here in Vancouver is larger, sure, but reminds you a lot of the house you grew up in...or well, a larger and fancier version of it.

“Gonna give me a tour?” You turn to Morgan, who’s standing next to you almost awkwardly, as you look up at the beautiful house in front of you. Your bags are still in his hands, and you nudge his arm playfully, reaching for one, but he won’t let you grab it, smiling back at you as he starts to lead you in.

The inside is just as nice, and even though it’s clear that his mom and interior decorator have done a lot of work on it, there’s still a lot of Mo touches too. Each one makes you smile, the ones he points out in his tour and the ones that he doesn’t, until he finally leads you upstairs, dropping your things in one of the spare rooms. “Did I-“

“If the next words out of your mouth are say thank you, I’m walking out of this house.” You warn him.

“-ask what you want to do for dinner tonight?” Morgan finishes lamely and you laugh.

“That sushi place you always hype up?”

Morgan smiles. “Anything you want.” He says, and then, instead of the thank you that you know he wants to say, he pulls you in for a hug and squeezes tightly, before letting go. “Change and we’ll go?”

“Shower, change, and we’ll go.” You correct, dying to get the feel of airplane off you. “45 minutes.”

Morgan looks at you knowingly. “Sure, uh huh.” He says, nodding like he knows it’ll be much closer to an hour, an hour and fifteen, and you laugh, shoving at his shoulder before he makes you want to stretch it out to an hour and a half on purpose.

-----

Morgan’s parents might be the nicest people in the world, but they’re also a little...odd? Like, you’re not trying to be mean, because just like Morgan, they truly are the absolute sweetest, but, like, they just keep smiling at you with this knowing smile, like they know something that you don’t and it’s just...weird.

But they welcome you with open arms, when the two of you show up to dinner on your second night in town, hugging you just as tightly as they hug their own son, maybe even tighter than they hug the son who still lives in the same province as them.

“We’re so excited to finally meet you!” Morgan’s mom gushes, once you get settled in their kitchen with a glass of wine, which at least explains the weirdness a little. “

“You guys too.” You admit. You’ve heard so much about them, his parents and brother, over the years of friendship with Morgan; it’s nice to finally put faces to names, to stories. “Thanks for having me tonight.” Next to you, Morgan nudges you, a grin on his face. You can practically hear him. Stop saying thank you, like you’ve been saying to him for the past day.

“Oh stop!” She says, practically in time with his nudge. “Morgan tells us you’re a doctor now!” It’s said with pride, like you may as well be one of her own children who’s done something great.

“Yeah!” You smile, swirling the wine around a little, and then, because you don’t want there to be any confusion. “Not that kind of doctor; you should still call 911 if something happens.”

His dad laughs and his mom beams. “What kind of doctor then?” His dad asks, and you spend a while talking with his parents about epidemiology and your dissertation- his mom, it turns out, works in a similar field, and it isn’t long before the two of you are rolling your eyes about some research that just came out.

“What?” You ask Morgan, laughing, when your conversation breaks out, and she has to go check on dinner, at his dad’s request, before he burns it all entirely.

“I just forgot how excited you get about infectious diseases.”

“Can’t believe you’ve been out here this whole time knowing that your mom and I both exist and haven’t introduced us.” You announce. “The rudeness, the hearsay.”

“I don’t think that’s how that word’s used.” Morgan cackles.

“Oh, sorry, are you a doctor?”

“That doesn’t have anything to do with knowing how that word is used!” He protests, laughing.

You ignore him. “If you even think of keeping her from me when they come to Toronto…”

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and squeezes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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“Are you ready yet?” Morgan calls, and you take one last look in the mirror on the wall, smoothing the pleats in your dress. “We’re going to be late!”

“But it’s gonna be worth it!” You sing-song as you descend the stairs to meet him in the living room.

“Is it ev-” He cuts off abruptly, eyes wide and swallowing visibly as he cuts off. “Wow, okay then.”

“Worth it.” You wink at him, brushing past him to grab your purse.

Morgan’s laughing as he picks up his keys, this soft and gentle thing that you can’t help but smile at. “Yeah, I should’ve known it would be.”

“You’ll know better for tomorrow!” You tease, and breeze past him to get in the car.

The ride to his cousin’s rehearsal dinner isn’t far, spent mostly laughing as you keep switching the station from anything Morgan changes it back to. By the time you arrive at the restaurant, you’re both giggling as you enter, flagged down almost immediately by Morgan’s mom.

“Look at you two!” She gushes.

“Mom.” Morgan says dryly. “Come on.”

She smiles at him indulgently. “Make sure you say hi to your cousin.”

“Yeah, of course.” Morgan nods, grabbing your hand to pull you away. “Just after we hit the bar.” He mutters and you giggle.

His cousin, the bride, and her husband-to-be seem to have the same idea, and it’s just as you’re turning away, wine glasses in hand, that you nearly run into them.

“Oh!” Ashley beams excitedly, once Morgan introduces you. “Hi!”

“Congratulations!” You return the excitement. She’s so bubbly and bright; it’s easy to do, even though you don’t know her. “You guys look so great tonight; you’re going blow us all away tomorrow.”

“She’s going to blow me away tomorrow.” Dylan jokes, but you can tell by the twinkle in his eye that he’s entirely serious.

“Oh stop.” Ashley knocks his arm. “And you too,” She gestures at you. “You look amazing! How’d you do your hair like that?”

“This?” She nods and you walk her through it quickly; it’s a look that’s so much more simple than it looks and she’s gasping by the time you’re done.

“Ok, mhmm.” She nods. “I’m getting your number from Morgan later so you can go over that with me again because I’m definitely going to forget.”

Morgan flicks a piece of your hair. “It’s a hairstyle, what could you possibly forget?”

You and Ashley exchange a look. “I got you.” You reassure her as you both laugh at him.

“Men, honestly.” She shakes her head, as Morgan and Dylan protest, but then before you and Ashley can talk any more, she and Dylan are being called away, and there’s promises for you all to catch up tomorrow at the wedding.

“You can’t have her phone number unless you promise not to talk about me.” Morgan says.

“Fat chance.” You tell him. “But nice try.”

From there, you start making your way back to his parents, stopping off to chat quickly with relatives he recognizes (and once, ducking purposefully into a small crowd to avoid an aunt he doesn’t want to see). You feel like it shouldn’t be surprising how nice his family is, given how genuine Morgan is, but each person you meet welcomes you so warmly, with kind words and open arms.

“You must talk about me a lot.” You tease, as you two start making your way to your table.

Morgan shrugs. “More than I’d realized apparently.” You cackle and he laughs; it’s familiar and easy, but then you’re easily distracted by the appetizers coming to the table and fighting Morgan for extra of your favorites-also familiar and easy.

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It’s another morning of Morgan waiting impatiently for you, being rewarded with his gaping jaw dropped, and teasing him the entire ride to the wedding, before he easily gets his revenge when you tear up at the ceremony.

“You don’t even know these people!” He nudges you forward toward his cousin in the reception line right after the ceremony. “And you’re going to cry like that?”

“It was a beautiful ceremony!” You defend. You’d been right yesterday; Ashley had easily blown everyone away from the moment she’d entered the room. Their vows were incredible; you didn’t understand how anyone wasn’t crying.

Morgan snickers, nudging you forward again. “God, what do you do at weddings you actually know the people at?” He pauses as you both step closer another, like the idea has just come to him. “Oh man, what are going to do at your own wedding?”

“Bawl my eyes out, obviously.” You say dryly. “Tell my future husband to bring tissues.” You move up, next in line for Ashley and Dylan. “You clearly didn’t get the message.”

“What’d you do?” Ashley pokes him; you guess whoever was in front of you was a guest she didn’t know all that well because they’ve moved along pretty quickly.

“Me? I’d never.” Morgan says innocently, ducking down to kiss her cheek.

“I’m just giving him a hard time.” You agree and she grins, shocking you when she pulls you in for a hug.

“He probably deserves it.” She says cheerfully.

“Wow, I see family loyalty goes a long way here, huh.” Morgan deadpans.

Ashley gives him a look. “Not for much longer, I guess, though?” She nudges him.

“Oh I see how it is, you’ve been married for all of five minutes and suddenly Dylan’s family is better than ours?” Morgan teases.

Ashley blinks. “That is...not how I meant that at all.” She says, but before she can say anything else to you, the couple behind the two of you starts sighing impatiently, and you all realize how long you’ve been talking for. You quickly congratulate her and then move along to Dylan as well, before stepping out of line and moving towards the reception area.

The bridal party was quick to get the reception started after the ceremony, so when you and Morgan make your way over, there’s already a decent sized group chatting and drinking. You both grab drinks from the bar and make your way to a group of his cousins, chatting for a while and laughing along as they’re sure to include you in all of their jokes.

When it comes time to start making your way to your table for dinner, you excuse yourself to the bathroom quickly, running into Morgan’s grandmother when you’re there, who had the same idea as you it seems.

She lights up when she sees you fixing your hair in the mirror, stepping up to wash her hands. “It looks great.” She assures you and you smile, thanking her. “Are you having a good time?”

You nod, following her out so the two of you can make your way back to the reception. “Such a good time! Everyone’s been amazing and Ashley and Dylan are beautiful; it’s been a great weekend!”

“It’ll be great to be all be here again,” Morgan’s grandmother smiles at you and you return it politely. “Next summer.” She adds, like an afterthought, and you shrug. She’d know better than you what the upcoming engagements look like. You can barely remember the names of the people you’re seated with tonight.

“If Morgan brings me back then.” You throw her a finger gun and she laughs-loudly.

“Oh, you’re a trip!” She nudges you gently, laughing. “Such a doll. Let’s get another glass of wine together before we go back, shall we?”

“I will never say no to that.” You’re pretty sure you still have a couple minutes to spare before you need to sit down.

His grandmother links arms with you. “My kinda gal.” She beams and her smile is contagious, just like Morgan’s is when he’s really happy, so it’s not hard to grin along with her as she tugs you along for another glass of rosé.

-----

The evening’s winding down- the wedding long over and the after party beginning to do so as well. Almost all of the older relatives have made their way home or to their hotel rooms but there’s a few sloppy cousins and friends still going hard (you’ve got some serious concerns how the one groomsman is even going to make it upstairs). Ashley and Dylan keep stealing glances at each other, like they’re wondering if it’s late enough for them to sneak away yet, but each time they look like they’re going to, someone calls for another toast.

Morgan nudges you. “Hey.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a couple cigars. “Outside with me?”

You think about it for a second. Usually, you love a good cigar-and you’re sure that Morgan’s managed to acquire a good one- but tonight? “Not really in the mood, but I’ll come out.”

He grins, a little crooked, and offers his hand to help you up from the couch the two of you have been sitting on. Outside, the weather is beautiful, one of those crystal clear nights with a light breeze where you feel like you could be outside for hours. He lights the cigar while you continue to sip at your wine, the two of you standing in comfortable silence, until the door opens again.

“Cigars without me?” His brother grumbles. “I see how it is now.”

“Yup, just left you behind on purpose.” Morgan says shamelessly, but he’s already pulling the spare out of his pocket and handing it over.

“Unsurprising.”

“Yeah?” Morgan asks, amusedly. “Why’s that?”

His brother gives him a look, and then, when Morgan doesn’t react, looks over at you, but you just shrug. “Just promise you won’t forget about me once you pop the question.”

You choke on your drink; Morgan looks just as shocked, the cigar halfway to his mouth. “What?” He says finally.

For the first time, his brother looks unsure. “I think...we all just thought...once you brought her home, that was the only thing holding you back?”

“Oh my god.” Morgan says breathlessly.

“I’m not-” You add helplessly. “We’re not-”

“Oh.” His brother winces. “Wait, so you’re not…” He trails off and the silence between the three of you becomes so thick it’s almost palpable. You don’t know what to do, what to say. What he even means. “You’re not together?” He says finally, sounding like he’d rather be anywhere else, doing anything else.

You can relate. You shake your head slowly, notice Morgan’s doing the same out of the corner of your eye.

“Um.” His brother continues. “And-and you haven’t been-together?” Another head shake. “Wow. A lot of people are going to be very disappointed.”

“A lot of people?” Morgan repeats. “Who...who all thinks this?” But you don’t need an answer to know and apparently, he doesn’t either. The silence thickens somehow; you didn’t think it was possible.

“Um.” His brother’s already backing away, even as he speaks. “I’m gonna go now. Before I say anything else to make this worse.”

He’s gone before you can tell him you’re not sure that’s possible, leaving you and Morgan in the loudest silence you’ve ever experienced.

It’s abundantly clear Morgan feels it too, from the way he won’t even meet your eyes, will barely even look at you, actually. And there’s so much to say here, but well, “You never brought Laura to meet your family? Never let them meet her at home?” Apparently, they really weren’t as serious as you’d thought.

Morgan laughs hollowly, finally meeting your eyes. “That probably should have been a clue, huh?”

“A little bit of a red flag.” You agree. It’d been how many years? Morgan’s tight with his family, that much you knew before you’d come out here and only became clearer as you met them. “Why...why didn’t you ever introduce them?”

Morgan sighs. “I think-I always knew something wasn’t right. And I just didn’t want to admit it?” He sighs again. “I shouldn’t have brought you into this.”

“You didn’t know.” You tell him gently. “And I wanted to come.” You remind him. “I was happy to!” You pause for a second. “I was happy to come across the country to a wedding with you and your family with barely a second thought. So maybe we both need to re-examine what happened here this weekend.”

“Maybe we don’t.” Morgan says simply.

“What?” You frown, confused.

“You were happy to fly across the country for a wedding with me and my family.” Morgan repeats, with a small smile on his face. “And then you come here and meet my entire family, and they think I’m ready to propose to you, because you're the girl they hear me talk about all the time.” Your jaw drops-is he saying...what you think he’s saying-and his smile grows into a grin. “I think this thing between us has been more than either of us have been able to admit because we’ve had other things going on- school or hockey or-”

“Other girlfriends?” You supply teasingly, when he trails off, like he’s afraid to mention her name.

He nods. “There’ve been other boyfriends, too.” He nudges you, just as teasing.

“There have.” You admit, because it’s not a lie, but none of them have ever worked out, for a variety of reasons, but you can’t help but think, that now that he’s mentioning it, Morgan might have been a part of those other reasons.

He’s back to smiling again when he continues, leaning against you slightly. “I think we owe it to ourselves to see what we could be.”

You lean back against him. “You do, do you?”

“I do.” He nods.

“Little early for that, don’t you think?” It takes a second for your joke to land, but once it does, he cracks up and it brings a smile to your face.

“We are at a wedding.” He grins, nudging you playfully. “Who knows, maybe someday it’ll be ours?”

-----

a bit in the future

It’s one of those beautiful sunny days where the sun is shining with a light breeze where you feel like you could be outside for hours.

Unfortunately, you’ve got a huge project due at the end of the week, so while Morgan’s been enjoying the lake all day, you’ve been sitting at a table on the dock, staring at your laptop, tapping away at your keyboard, and ignoring his increasingly annoying calls for attention.

It’s harder to ignore when he comes up next to you, wrapping his wet arms around your shoulders. “Morgan.” You try to shake him off. “Come on, gimme like ten minutes and then I’ll come in.”

“Promise?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say because if you can get this one last thing done you’ll be ahead of your goal for the day.

It works; Morgan sits down next to you quietly, scrolling through his phone for a bit, and then, jumps up and runs inside the cabin, and you jump on the opportunity of quiet to get ahead even further, losing yourself in your next bit of project.

“Hey,” Morgan says casually, and it scares you a bit, his return far quieter than he’s been all day. “What are you doing the weekend of July 8th?”

“I don’t know, that’s like a year away!.” You snap, turning to tell him to stop annoying you, only for your jaw to drop when you see him down on one knee.

“Want to get married then?” He says, a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his face, like he’s been waiting for this reaction, like it was everything and more.

“Oh my god! Are you serious?” He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a ring; you gasp. “Morgan!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes, oh my god, yes!” Your computer long forgotten in the face of an engagement ring, you throw yourself at Morgan, who catches you easily, like he was prepared for this. He probably was. He knows you better than anyone; he’s your best friend and so much more. He barely manages to slip the ring on your finger before you’re kissing him. “I love you!”

“I love you, too.” He grins. “Are you sure you’re ready to take this jump with me?”

“Of course!” You beam, but it hits you just a minute too late. He’s already jumping in the water. “You’re the worst.” You sputter out at him, purposefully spitting lake water at his face.

He doesn’t even look like he minds. “For better or worse.” He grins.

“That’s not what that’s referring to!” You splash him and he splashes back but before it can devolve into a full on splash attack, he’s pulling you into his arms.

“I mean it though.” He says, kissing you again. “And I’ll tell you again, next summer, at our wedding.”

Our wedding. The words sound almost unreal, too good to be true. “I’ll be the one in white.” You promise. “Or, well, maybe ivory.” You say and it’s hard to kiss Morgan then when he’s laughing so hard.

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nadisabug · 3 years

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How You Meet // Volleyball! reader

Pairing: Bokuto Kotaro / Nishinoya Yu / Oikawa Tooru x fem! volleyball! reader

Genre: Crack. Pure crack.

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 2.5 k

Summary: You are a volleyball player in the same position as the boy, and he is taken aback at your beauty and skills.

A/N: all of the boys would just be so supportive and hrng need me a volleyball boy

Haikyuu Masterlist

Bokuto K.

Bokuto would prolly be the one that suggested cheering for the Fukurodani girls team

Like he and his bros are bored between matches

And he notices the girls are on in a different court

So he manages to drag akaashi and a couple others to go watch with him

So they enter the stands...

Bokuto walk through the door to the stands and he is immediately blown away.

"Y/n!" Your setter nearly screams. You, eyes still trained on the blockers across from you, answer with a small smirk that sends Bokuto's head spinning.

"Here I come!" You yell in response, vocalizing your claim on the ball. You squat then set off running towards the net. At the last moment you push off of your feet and jump, albeit not as high as Bokuto could, but high nonetheless for your stature. Your arm shoots up and makes contact with the ball with a satisfying smack.

In front of you are two freakishly tall blockers, and Bokuto doesn't know how you'll get the ball past. But, as soon as the ball leaves your hand, it seems to find a small gap in their block and blows past it, landing on the other side of the court in the blink of an eye.

Once everyone lands on the floor again, both teams look up at the referee. He blows his whistle and raises his arm towards the Fukurodani side of the court. The Fukurodani girls erupt into cheers and surround the girl apparently named Y/n.

The setter cheers, claps Y/n on the back and shouts. "That's our ace!"

Bokuto watches her in awe as she flashes a gorgeous smile and shyly tucks a stray hair behind her ear.

"C'mon, are you gonna sit or just stand there like an idiot?" Akaashi tugs Bokuto by the back of his collar, not giving him a choice to stand there for longer.

"She's the ace..." Bokuto mumbles dreamily.

"Yeah no shit, that was insane, blowing through that block." Akaashi mutters, no choice but to agree. He drags Bokuto to where the rest of the team has already sat down and pulls him into the seat.

"She's amazing," Bokuto breathes, his eyes still locked on you.

"Quit it before you start drooling," Akaashi rolled his eyes.

But Bokuto couldn't. From your receives to your serves, every movement you made he was mesmerized. And before he knew it Fukurodani had won consecutive sets.

Once he saw you and your team leave the court, he shot up from his seat.

"I've gotta meet her!"

Akaashi looked up at him with wide eyes. "Wait-"

But Bokuto was already leaping over chairs and scrambling to the door. Akaashi stood up too and, with a resigned sigh, followed him too.

Bokuto didn't stop running until he made it to the first floor. He skidded around a corner and finally locked eyes with you. He couldn't help himself and ran up to you, absolutely panting from the running he had done.

"You-" pant "were fucking" pant "amazing!"

Embarrassment flooded your system and you looked down at the floor nervously. The setter walked up and put herself in between you and Bokuto.

"Back away from our ace, owl-boy," she hissed. "Don't think we didn't notice you drooling over our captain during the game."

Normally you would be more confident, but once one of your teammates pointed out the boy in the stands going absolutely apeshit for you, it started to eat at you. The embarrassment of a guy - a hot one at that - calling your name from the stands and drawing everyone's attention was just too much for you.

"You're the captain too? No wonder! I am too, Im-"

"Bokuto Kotaro, I know who you are," you cut him off and put your hand on your setters shoulder. "It's okay, I can handle him."

Warily, your setter backed down and joined the rest of the team cooling down.

"You know who I am?" Bokuto beamed, his chest puffing up.

"Of course," you rolled your eyes. "You're one of Japan's top five aces. And you go to our school."

"Why hadn't I ever seen you before?" Bokuto gushed.

It was at this point that Akaashi finally caught up. "Because you leave all the grunt work to me," he sighed. He looked at you and gave you a slight nod. "Y/n."

"Akaashi," you smiled and replied.

"You know her?" Bokuto nearly yelled.

"Duh," Akaashi rolled his eyes. "We coordinate stuff together like the buses or practice."

"I wanna know her," Bokuto pouted at Akaashi. Akaashi rolled his eyes and sighed.

"What he's asking if you'd go get lunch with him sometime," Akaashi looked at you, speaking for Bokuto.

You felt a heat rising to your cheeks.

“Sure,” you smiled. It couldn’t hurt to go out with the absolute hottie who was cheering for you all game.

“Great!” Bokuto shouted and grabbed your hand. He started pulling you away from your team.

“W-wait, right now?” You looked back at your setter for help, but she just shrugged.

“I’ll cover for you!” She called as you got dragged away by the excited boy.

You had no idea what you were in for.

Nishinoya Y.

Noya was definitely the one who suggested watching the girls

Girls playing his favorite sport?? What could be better?

He was able to drag most of Kurasuno to watch the girls

Daichi ofc came to support the other captain, Yui Michimiya

But little did he know after he sat down that he was in for a big surprise

The whistle blew and a girl with h/c hair stood at the sidelines with her sign. She and another girl from the team switched out, and when they did there was a commotion in the stands.

“Oh my god, finally! L/n is back in!” A girl in the row in front of the boys cheered.

“I know, I still can’t get over her last receive,” the other girl gushed.

Noya looked back at you and noted the reversed colors of your jersey.

So, she’s a libero huh, he thought to himself. He looked you closer and thought that you were a little cute.

The game resumed and a long volley started. It looked like it was about to end when the other team set up for an unblocked spike. The setter had feinted and sent all the blockers to cover another spiker so that their one player could hit unmarked. Not a single soul was on that side of the court, and Noya could feel himself wincing as the spiker hit the ball. That was going to hurt. They were already down too many points and really didn’t stand a chance of winning.

He waited for the ball to hit the ground, but in the blink of an eye, you were there and the ball was up.

You called the name of your setter and quickly she set it up for one of your spikers. Since the other team had thought the had this in the bag, they were not ready for the counter attack and Kurasuno got the point.

“Did you see that?” Hinata gushed and leaned over Noya’s shoulder. “She totally just did rolling thunder! She was like whoosh and swoosh and the bam!”

Noya nodded enthusiastically. “That was an amazing receive!”

After that, Noya began cheering every time you made a receive, even if it wasn’t a hard one. You started noticing very early on and part of your attention was focused on the short king in the stands. You did your best to ignore it and keep your head in the game, but its kind of hard to ignore a hot boy cheering for every move you make.

You were almost glad when the game was over.

“Hey, Y/n,” one of your blockers smirked. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a fan.”

“I will murder you with my bare hands,” you growled, tired of the team’s teasing. They had not let up on the whole fan thing since Noya had started up in the stand, and frankly, you were tired of it.

“Ouch, save some of your love for your boyfriend,” the blocker smiled. She then looked at something behind you and smiled even wider.

“He’s not my boyfriend! Listen if I see that guy again, all shit will break loose- what? What are you smiling- oh.” You turned around to see the boy in the stands standing awkwardly behind you.

“Hi,” he smiled and waved. He was acting quite demure, a stark contrast from his shenanigans in the stands. Now that he was closer, you kinda had to admit. He was kind of, sort of cute. “You were really good out there. Really impressive. Sorry if my cheers were distracting, you were just so good.”

You seemed to have lost your steam, because you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at this genuinely kind and supportive boy. Instead you rubbed the back of your neck nervously and broke eye contact. “Uh, thanks,” was all you could mumble.

“Wanna practice together sometime?” He suggested, a nervous smile on his face.

“Yeah sure, if you can keep up,” you responded.

“Oh don’t worry, about me,” he puffed out his chest dramatically.

“Okay,” you laughed a little. You pulled out your phone and handed it to him. He looked at you quizically for a second. “Number?”

At that he flushed bright red. “Oh, uh, yeah,” he stumbled over his words, typing his number in quickly. Once he was done he handed the phone back.

“I’ll text you sometime,” you smiled and walked back to your team. Immediately after you turned around you heard an energetic voice shout.

“Did Noya-senpai just get a date?”

After that you heard a scuffle that you only assumed was Noya silencing the other boy.

Oikawa T.

Okay lets be honest

The last place he wanted to be was in the stands watching girls play

First of all he could have his ~fans~ doting on him

Second of all he could be practicing

Third of all he could be watching the team they were slotted to go up against next

But all of those other options were out of the question when Iwaizumi decided that Oikawa needed a break

(and also didn’t need to be near his fans)

So grumpily Oikawa will sit in the stands to watch your game, but he’s not really watching

Instead he’s watching a match on his phone

that is until Iwaizumi says something that peaks his interest...

“Holy fuck, that’s the captains fourth service ace.”

Oikawa frowned. It was a simple sentence really, one he had heard a million times. The difference was that usually it was aimed at him, not someone else.

Oikawa looked up from his phone to see who was apparently the Aoba Johsai girl’s team captain. It was hard to tell from this far away, but Oikawa’s senses told him that she was a looker. The way she carried herself it was obvious that she was confident in what she was doing, and that to Oikawa was enough.

He put down his phone and leaned forward in his chair. He was invested now, whether he liked it or not.

He watched as the referee blew their whistle and you lined up for your serve. You threw the ball up and jumped, hitting it mid air and sending it straight to the other teams side. It landed in bounds with a satisfying thwack, completely unimpeded by the other team’s girls.

Iwaizumi let out a low whistle. “That’s five.”

“I can count, thanks,” Oikawa snapped dryly.

Iwaizumi looked over, cocking his eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were paying attention.”

“Well I am now.”

Iwazumi shrugged and turned back to the game. You lined up for your next serve and hit it, but this time the other team’s libero picked it up. After that your team had a chance ball.

Oikawa huffed.

“What, shittykawa?”

“She should have kept aiming at their number 4. She got confident aiming for their libero,” Oikawa stated matter-of-factly.

“How do you know she was aiming for the libero?” Iwaizumi retorted. “What if it was just on accident?”

Oikawa rolled his eyes. “You don’t get five services aces and not be able to aim in the air.”

Iwaizumi shrugged. “I’m just saying it could have been an accident. Like you said, she was on a roll aiming and scoring off of their number four. Why would she switch that up?”

Oikawa pursed his lips.

“You never know unless you ask,” Iwaizumi added slyly. “Not that you will.”

Oikawa whirled on Iwaizumi. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean,” Iwaizumi started without looking over at Oikawa. “You don’t talk to girls unless they fawn all over you.”

“Not true,” Oikawa huffed.

Iwaizumi just shrugged.

“That’s not true!” Oikawa repeated in frustration.

“Then prove it,” Iwaizumi replied bluntly.

“Besides, how do you know she won’t like me?”

Iwaizumi laughed.

“What?” Oikawa grit his teeth, starting to get annoyed at Iwaizumi.

“You don’t remember?” Iwaizumi shot Oikawa a side glance.

Oikawa just glared at Iwaizumi.

“Hey, fine.” Iwaizumi sighed. He turned back to the game. “You hit on her at school a while back and she didn’t give you the time of day.”

Oikawa snorted. “I do not ‘hit on’ people.”

Iwaizumi shrugged.

“Fine, come with me then,” Oikawa nearly growled. He got up from his seat and marched away. Iwaizumi sighed but got up. The game was already over and he was upset that he couldn’t enjoy it, but what did he expect from watching it with Oikawa.

Oikawa stomped his way all the way downstairs and was a fuming mess when he finally stopped in front of you. You waved off the teammates you were walking with to go ahead and stopped to see what The Oikawa Tooru wanted from you.

“Did you purposefully aim for the libero after the five service aces?” He growled.

“I don’t know what crawled up your ass, but usually you’re supposed to congratulate someone on that kind of shit,” you smirked, enjoying Oikawa’s bad mood.

“Congratulations,” he forced a smile and said sweetly. “Now did you or did you not?”

You grinned. “How about we make a deal?”

Oikawa cocked an eyebrow but let you continue.

“You watch out next game, and let me know if I did.”

Oikawa scoffed. “That’s hardly a deal that favors me.”

“You’re smart,” you shrugged. “You’ll figure it out.” You took your leave at that, leaving Oikawa behind, still frustrated.

But he couldn’t help but want to watch your next game, for some odd reason. Maybe this deal wasn’t too bad.

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