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ncssian · 4 years ago

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A Favor: Bonus Scene Two (Gwynriel)

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a/n: this picks up right after nesta leaves gwyn’s apartment in Part 24. warning for discussions of sex, obviously.

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As soon as the apartment door shuts after Nesta, Gwyn releases a breath and turns to Azriel with a wide gaze. “Do I really have to teach you guitar?” she says.

“Of course not.” He rolls his eyes. It was a throwaway line meant to get Nesta off his back, and even she didn’t entirely believe it. He moves toward the kitchen to get a glass of water, still shaken from Nesta storming into Gwyn’s bedroom like that. Not that she interrupted much. Gwyn still has a long way to go before she can handle anyone touching her between her legs, Azriel thinks.

He never asked Gwyn what a twenty-seven year old woman was so afraid of sex for when she first suggested her proposal to him. She looked so scared that he would question her that he couldn’t bring himself to poke even a little bit. Not that he needs to poke. He’s not a fucking idiot, and Gwyn’s thighs had been trembling in involuntary fear under his hands earlier. She’s been hurt.

For her sake, he pretends to remain ignorant and incurious, but right now his grip on the glass in his hand is so tight it might shatter. His face remains cool as he pours himself water.

“Why didn’t you tell her the truth?” Gwyn hops up onto the kitchen counter and swings her freakishly long legs. “About what you get out of our deal?”

“I don’t expect you to teach me sex for free, obviously,” Gwyn blabbered the day after they got back from the ski lodge. “You can ask for something from me, too. Even money, if that’s your thing.”

Prostitution was not Azriel’s thing, though he wouldn’t knock it. The truth was that his brain had started turning as soon as Gwyn told him about her idea, and now it couldn’t stop. Oddly enough, this opportunity was perfect.

“Tell Nesta that I’m using you as a rebound?” Azriel nearly snorts on his water. “Did you miss the part where she almost cut my dick off and choked me with it?”

Gwyn hums noncommittally. “Being a distraction from your ex is better for me than it is for you. It’s insurance that you won’t get any funny ideas.” She narrows her teal eyes at him. “If you find yourself moving on from Nesta’s hot sister, you better tell me right away. I’ll end this whole thing quickly and cleanly.”

“Why?” He thought moving on from Elain was the goal, one he was unlikely to achieve.

“You know.” She crosses her arms in an X over her chest like she’s warding him off. “You might catch—feelings for me.”

This time Azriel really does snort on his water, hard. His laughter turns into coughing when it slips down the wrong pipe, and liquid dribbles onto his shirt. Gwyn just sits there and stares at him in vague disgust.

When he’s done choking, he wipes his mouth with the hem of his tee and gasps, “Even without Elain, you wouldn’t need to worry about that. Trust me.”

Gwyn wrinkles her freckled nose in distaste. “I would be offended if I wasn’t so relieved.”

He’s still chuckling when Gwyn says cautiously, “By the way…” She chews on the inside of her cheek. “Did you really ghost Elain?”

Azriel is no longer amused.

“When you said you broke up with her, I thought you actually broke up with her,” Gwyn continues. “I didn’t know you were one of those guys.”

Shame tinged with embarrassment floods Azriel, and he doesn’t have the slightest idea why. Why does it matter what Gwyn of all people thinks of him, especially when she doesn’t have all the details?

He thought he was making things easier for Elain by leaving without a word. He thought she would let him slip out of her mind after a couple of weeks just like he slipped out of her life, and that it would be better than having to hear him dump his insecurities on her.

He knows now that he was only making things easier for himself. Knows that if he had stayed and talked things out with Elain, she would have convinced him to stay. If he had called her at all in the past two months, he would have gone running back to Velaris like a sailor answering a siren’s song.

She’s always been a siren—which is why he can’t regret doing what would have happened eventually anyway. Even without that Vanserra bastard or some other man, Elain could never have been a permanent fixture in Azriel’s life. Little details sprinkled throughout their time together confirm that for him now.

That doesn’t mean Elain deserved it, or deserves it now. Azriel knows that.

But all he can think of to say to Gwyn is, “Yeah, maybe I am one of those guys.” He puts his glass in the sink. “You still want me as your teacher?”

Gwyn shrugs, looking away. “It’s not like I’ve got any other choice.”

Azriel would disagree. He says what he’s been thinking since they got back from Cassian’s birthday trip. “Wouldn’t you rather do this with someone you love and trust?”

“God no,” Gwyn snorts, providing no further explanation.

Azriel can understand being hesitant to admit sexual inexperience to a crush, but it doesn’t stop him from judging Gwyn’s new man. If this coworker of hers is so great, wouldn’t she be able to trust him unabashedly with her insecurities? Wouldn’t he readily accept her for all that she is?

Ugh, he’s been dipping into Nesta’s reading collection too much lately. “Alright, then.” He leans against the counter opposite Gwyn. “Let’s talk about learning. You clammed up in bed back there after ignoring my suggestions and shoving my head between your legs.”

“I clammed up because of my best friend barging into my room and catching us together,” Gwyn defends.

“Your pussy was dry as bread before that,” he retorts. Ooh, now he wants toast.

Gwyn turns a furious shade of red while Azriel starts looking around for bread. He finds it sitting by the toaster. “Can you not say that?” she hisses at him.

“What?” He looks up from dropping bread into the toaster.

“You know…” She glances around cautiously as if someone might overhear. “Pussy.”

“Pussy,” he says again, just to be annoying. Gwyn’s shoulders turn inward in embarrassment, and he has to hold back a grin. Yeah, she’s definitely not ready for oral.

He finds a butter knife and some peanut butter. “I told you to start easy and you ignored me. You tried jumping into the deep end without learning how to tread water.”

Gwyn scoffs. “And what does ‘treading water’ entail again?”

Azriel shrugs, plucking up his finished toast. “Making out, heavy petting, freshman-year-of-high-school kind of stuff.”

“I’ve done that before,” she mutters indignantly. “Maybe not in my freshman year, but I’ve done it.”

He wonders how long ago that was, or if it was before she was—hurt.

“Besides,” Gwyn goes on before he can push the matter further, “I’m not budging on kissing. I want to save that for the man I actually like.”

“You don’t like me?” Azriel raises a brow, slathering peanut butter over his toast. “You definitely don’t act the same with me as you do with other men.” Or at least that’s what he assumes. Up until a short while ago, he never would’ve been able to imagine timid Gwyn having the guts to ask anyone for sex ed. That’s got to make him special, right?

But then Gwyn waves him off and says, “That’s ‘cause you’re not a real man. I knew you before puberty.”

Azriel nearly drops his toast. “Wow, the nerve of this woman,” he mutters with wide eyes. If she keeps this up, he’s going to start regretting ever going to the same school as her. “That’s not what you said when you were going on about how attracted you are to me.”

“I said you were attractive, not that I was attracted.” Gwyn’s blush is more from irritation than shyness now. “You do the job, but you’re no Max.” She giggles at saying his name. Actually giggles. “I’ll only kiss Max.”

“What kind of stupid ass name is Max?” Azriel grumbles through a mouthful of peanut butter.

“It’s short for Maximillian.”

He chokes. “Jesus, that’s even worse.” He’s doing all this work for some guy named Maximillian. Maybe he should just go home and let Nesta give him the beating he deserves.

Except thinking about Nesta only reminds Azriel of what a coward he is, because he fears facing her again almost as much as he fears facing Elain. “By the way, could I…” he starts hesitantly.

Gwyn gives him a judgmental sneer. “You don’t want to go back to the cabin, do you?”

He shakes his head.

“You can’t stay here,” she responds, crushing his hopes. “I have plans tonight, but even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t let you be such a wimp.” She hops off the counter and comes over to him, surprising him by grabbing both of his shoulders. “Azriel,” she says somberly.

He swallows his toast roughly.

“You have to grow some balls,” she continues. “Not just for your sake, but for the sake of every poor woman in your life. Also, all this drama is personally a turn-off for me, which is detrimental to my sex education.” She wrinkles her nose. “Do better and all that, you know?”

Damn, okay.

Instead of standing there like an idiot, Azriel manages to say, “Fine, I’ll go.” He shoves the rest of his toast into his mouth and dusts off his hands, heading for the living room.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave right now—” Gwyn follows after him. Azriel is already on the couch, pulling a stray notepad and pen on the coffee table closer to himself.

He clicks the pen. “When’s that library guy planning to take you out?” he asks, starting to write.

Gwyn hovers near him, watching the notepad over his shoulder in confusion. “Um, this Saturday. Just a casual coffee shop thing.”

“Then I’ll see you on Friday.” He scribbles down some bullet points and labels the page LESSON PLAN. “Until then, think about a way to enjoy foreplay without kissing. Here are some suggestions so you can practice.” He tears the lined paper out of the notepad and hands it to Gwyn.

Her eyes skim over the page, brows rising with each point she reads. “Is all this really necessary?”

Azriel remembers how he barely brushed his lips against Gwyn’s core before having to pull away and kiss her quivering thigh instead. He can’t have sex with an unaroused woman, and he definitely can’t do it with a terrified woman. “Foreplay is absolutely necessary,” he says, getting up from the couch and stretching to his full height. Where Elain used to only reach his chest, Gwyn’s head almost reaches his nose. It amuses him for some reason.

“Do you like movies?” he adds. “I’ll take you to the movies on Friday.” Preferably something boring and played out, so the theater will be empty and she won’t be paying attention.

Gwyn’s eyes widen. “Is going on dates also part of foreplay?”

“It can be,” Azriel shrugs. It will be when he does it. He drops a hand onto Gwyn’s head and ruffles her hair. “I’d love to stay and help you study, but I have to go and grow some balls.” He mock-frowns at her as he heads for his shoes and keys. “See you later, Gwyneth.”

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a/n: wait why do i wanna write the movie theater scene now… pls help me im just trying to finish this damn fic im getting too old for this

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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I may or may not have just sent the 3 word challenge in my real account instead of anon... I'm sorry. Please don't answer there. :)

When you post, post answering here please.

Again, much love,

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Don't worry dear! Your identity shall remain a secret 🥰 Here's yet another fic with my Resident Evil OC: Gwen Winters (she’s an adult guys, don’t worry. However this is still an Older Man/Younger Woman relationship)

The words dear 📚🌻 Anon gave me in their previous ask were: Unruly, endurable and system. Please enjoy!

What happens in the gym....

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing, Spoiler Free 😊

Genre: Angsty Romance

“Sure, throw me in the fire like you always do, Leon!“ Chris snaps, clenching his fists tightly as he glares at his best friend while the two stand in the dimly lit gym.

“Chris, you’re a BSAA captain, for the love of God! You should know better than to complain about something as little as this!“ Leon, while significantly calmer tone and demeanor-wise, is glaring daggers of his own.

“Why me, damn it?! And why her?!“ Chris is not done with his attempts to get out of the situation Leon’s trying to land him in and his partner’s honestly done with it.

“And why not?! You see the same potential I see, why would it be so hard to train her? She’s a quick learner, she’s disciplined when she wants to be and she’s already skilled to a certain degree. You’ve made soldiers out of total wimps before, why is she such a hassle to you?!“

“Because she’s disciplined when she wants to be and I guarantee she won’t want to when she’s around me. She’s unruly, selfish, arrogant and a Chris-phobe. I’m telling you, she hates me!“

It’s about time Leon’s had enough of this conversation. To be honest, he was done with it as soon as it started but he stayed, thinking he’d be able to change Chris’ mind but seeing as how this is a hopeless case, he’s just been wasting his time. “Does she? Or are you projecting your hate for her onto her?” Slinging his duffel bag containing his training gear over his shoulder, Leon finally makes that realization that these are ten minutes of his life he’ll never get back and storms out of the gym without another word.

Chris doesn’t attempt to stop him, in fact, he’s relieved he left. He sighs, silently hating himself for all the shit he said and how he meant none of it. It was all hard bullshit and he doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed that Leon didn’t realize. Either way, he’s been cleared of possible suspicion, even if training the newest BSAA rookie still remains as his task.

Gwen Winters, she’s such a fucking handful. One cannot tell if it’s because she’s angry with the world, angry with herself or just straight up picked up on the habits of the family that took her in when she was rescued from Raccoon City where she was held as an experiment hamster. A chemistry project basically. Ethan and Mia were recovering from the events back in Louisiana at the time, still probably are, that is not some shit you get over, so they thought having another person in the house would help them. And help Gwen did. See, Gwen isn’t a handful with everyone. In fact, she’s a real sweetheart and Chris knows it too, despite his bogus claims. He knows she’s got a heart and soul of gold and is built with the will of a BSAA soldier already. All she needs is a bit better fighting skills and she’s good to go.

He sees how she acts with everyone around him. She’s been quick to make friends with Jill and his sister Claire and she’s even got Leon’s liking and trust which is hella hard to get, especially after all the shit with Ada. She’s overall a super sweet and lovely girl, even with him from time to time. He’s seen her welcoming, friendly smiles whenever he stops by the Winters’ home. He’s heard her laugh at the jokes he rarely cracks.

Then why does she act like she hates him so often? And why does he claim he hates her?

Chris is snapped back to reality by the sound of rough impact. It’s a very distinct noise, one he places immediately: the sound of fists hitting a punching bag. It’s the middle of the night, almost midnight actually, and knowing how lazy the soldiers on his team are, he can only assume it’s either his sister or Jill, given that Leon just left. However, they’ve had people sneak in to train for free before, so it’d be for the best if he went to check who was releasing some pent up energy on the poor punching bag. Judging by the intensity of the punches being thrown, sounds like the person might be angry as well.

And they have every right to be. Because they are Gwen.

Chris’ face goes a bit red at the sight of the infuriated rookie giving the punching bag her all, punishing it the way she’d want to do to her superior she just heard call her all the names she hates being referred by.

“Winters I-“

“Unruly?“ Punch “Selfish?” Punch “Arrogant?” Punch

She stills herself, sighing and wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, “You say all that and expect me not to be a Chris-phobe?” She lets out a bitter laugh, rolling her shoulders before continuing her wrath over the piece of equipment she’s threatening to destroy. She hasn’t spared him a single look yet, something he’s rather grateful for because the last thing he wants to see is whatever her gaze is hiding right now. “I’ll talk to Leon.” She says, her voice leveled and breathy, far from the pissed off tone she was just using. This calmness is a lot scarier though. “I’ll tell him I don’t want you to be my trainer. To be perfectly clear, I never wanted you to train me in the first place. I’m just not the type to complain, you know. I’m not picky. Beggers can’t be choosers. I take what I can get. And you were all I was offered, but...” she trails off, delivering a particularly hard punch, “It’s not gonna work. I may not be picky, but I know when to draw the line. I know when I deserve better.”

“Kid, you really have no idea what the case really is here.“ He attempts desperately, taunted by the thought of acting on his instincts and approaching her even if that means being the recipient of one of those hard punches.

“You know, I’m strong. I’m skilled. I can hold my own in a fight quite nicely. I’m endurable. I’m not afraid to work my ass off and sweat and pant like a dog after workouts. There’s not a line I wouldn’t cross, but you still choose to make me feel lesser than any soldier you’ve ever come across, that’s really lovely of you, Captain Redfield.“

“Winters, please...“

“It’s ok, I won’t tell Ethan and Mia. I’m sure they’ll send you to hell over it. I’m not petty like that.“

He’s had enough. He’s had enough of hearing that hurt tone in her voice. He’s done hearing these words she’s so certain are true but aren’t. He’s done lying to her and to himself. Before he can even think twice about it, he grabs her by the arms gently but firmly, turning her to face him despite her hostile attempts to free herself from his hold like a wild animal caught in a trap. He’s surprised when she relaxes, probably seeing that as a quicker way out of the situation rather than struggling though if she tried to free herself any longer he would’ve probably let her go.

“Fucking hell, Gwen, listen to me.“ He looks her dead in the eyes, catching onto the spark of shock created by his use of her first name. But he also sees something else, something that looks dangerously a lot like tears. He knows she won’t cry, especially not in front of him, but knowing that he’s the cause behind the welling of those crystal droplets in her always shiny, always smiling eyes breaks him. When she doesn’t look away nor protest, he continues, “I can’t be your captain. I can’t be your trainer. I can’t be any of that. I’m a strictly professional man, and it’d be highly unprofessional of me to take you in as my soldier.”

“But why?“ She’s fully aware she sounds like a whiny kid - exactly how she thinks he envisions her sometimes - but she couldn’t care less. She wants and needs answers. She knows she won’t be able to fall asleep or keep coming back to the training center if she doesn’t get them.

It’s blatantly clear this is far from easy for Chris. His first instinct is to look away, let go of her, run away like he always does - not that she’d let him do such a thing but still. He’s finds the words impossible to spit out yet he oh so desperately feels the need to get them out of his system. And so, he gathers all the strength within him and finally forces himself to say it.

“Because a captain isn’t supposed to look at a soldier the way I look at you.“

Sure, it sounds cryptic as heck but he has no doubt she’ll catch on. Gwen is a smart and sharp girl, among many other things. She confirms this when barely three seconds after he’s said it, he notices her eyes widening

“Sir, I-“

“Don’t.“ He says simply, a small, regretful smile playing across his lips as his hand slides down her arm to take hold of hers, “I just admitted my dirtiest secret to you and you are still gonna remind me how unprofessional I am by using my title, Kid?“

She purses her lips, the shock momentarily replaced by her signature mild glare, “Well, you just admitted your biggest secret to me and yet you still choose to call me ‘Kid’, huh?”

He chuckles, letting his other hand repeat the movements of the first, “Sorry, force of habit.” His thumbs brush against her knuckles briefly as his head falls, his gaze fixating on where their bodies are connected, “You know, I didn’t tell you this to get myself any pity or anything. I just wanted you to understand and....wanted to get it off my chest. Ethan will kill me if he finds out, won’t he?” He suddenly asks, regaining the courage to look up at her once again.

She giggles, “Who says he’s gonna find out?”

Chris bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head, “You’re right, there’s nothing really to find out abo-”

Gwen has never been a chatter nor can she tolerate when people beat around the bush so she’s quick to cut them off sometimes, no matter how rude that may seem or sound. However, just to clarify, her chosen method of cutting a person off isn’t always kissing them. Just saying - this is a special situation requiring special methods.

Taken aback by the sudden feeling of her lips on his, Chris’ eyes close automatically but not even a second later he responds to the kiss properly: wrapping his arms around Gwen’s waist as her hands travel up to cup his face. The kiss is short - too short if either of them is to be asked - but it’s worth all the words they didn’t say despite wanting to.

When they pull away, Gwen gives him a mischievous smile, “Now he could find out about that and then shit would go south. That’d suck, wouldn’t it Chris?“

He’s only ever heard her say his name twice, once in passing conversation with Claire and once earlier when she paraphrased his term ‘Chris-phobe’, both time spoken with some dose of dislike he now realizes was a cover-up all along. Turns out the two are a lot more alike than they initially thought. Regardless, hearing her say his name with fondness instead of bitterness makes his heart flutter, his body yearn to have her closer, his lips wanting to be in contact with hers again. But he’s a patient and self-controlled man, he’s nothing if not willpower sculpted in a human body, so he keeps his distance, waiting for her to pick the moves, waiting for her to make the decisions just like she’s his captain.

“Big time.“ He manages to say, voice coarse all of a sudden, barely able to leave his throat. “So it stays here, right?”

She giggles again, bringing her lips within an inch or two away from his, taunting him, threatening to break his self-control, “What happens in the gym stays in the gym, Redfield.”

Golden rules of discretion, ones he mustn’t break ever. Especially not when his captain - Captain Gwen Winters - holds so much power over him.

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icarushasfallenfromthestars · 4 years ago

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hi!! do u mind if i request? maybe a tommy x reader who’s been struggling recently, with like getting out of bed, doing homework and stuff, and one day she doesn’t respond all day (probably just lying in bed all day or sm) and tommy goes to her house to see what’s up and comforts her and tries to help (even tho he’s lowkey bad at it he can always make u laugh that’s fax) and they kinda have like a ‘self care/help day’ with face masks and movies and unending laughter? thank u so much!!

Oooooo my first writing request! By the way it's written, I assume the reader is a female so that's what is gonna be written! Thanks for requesting!

I accidentally made this a little more dramatic than intended...

I Don't Know What To Do (So I'll Make You Smile) (Plat!Tommyinnit x F!Reader)

He didn't quite understand why you became so... Unmotivated lately. You briefly mentioned that you couldn't drag yourself over to your desk, let alone bring yourself to do the homework your teacher assigned.

Normally he didn't care too much and always said (jokingly) about how you should drop out of school and become a minecraft streamer. He got heavily scolded by Philza for suggesting it though. Normally, though.

Lately he's been taking glances at your report cards when you weren't looking and saw you mostly has C's and D's down the board. You were failing.

At the time, he didn't know how to bring it up or whether or not he should, and asked Philza Minecraft for help on what he should do. Phil explained to him that your mental situation was actually looking pretty bad and he suggested that Tommy go check up on you as soon as possible.

So, like any modern day teen, he texted you way more often than before, anything from asking if you wanted to hang out or stream with him, or sending you some stupid tiktok he found.

At first it was working and Tommy couldn't help but feel proud of himself. But then one day you didn't text him back.

His brain just told him you were busy at that time and left it at that, but then it struck 6pm and he still recieved no response.

A little annoyed by being ignored, Tommy threw on a quick sweater and his shoes before heading to the door. After a quick shout to his mother, explaining that he was heading to your house, he stepped out and walked across the pavement.

Within a few steps, he was standing at your door awkwardly. Normally he would've just burst in with a lame yet some how dramatic greeting to your parents before storming to your room (it happened at least four times a week. They got used to it within the first month.) but now... Something held him back.

Were you okay? Were you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he was being a bit too dramatic?

Ah. Since when has that ever stopped him?

With a sudden burst of confidence, he grabbed the doorknob and let himself in. Your parents were at work so he made sure to be extra annoying this time, pay back for ignoring him! "I'm breaking into your home!" He yelled dramatically after reaching out and pressing the doorbell a few times to alert his existence even more.

He took his shoes off and made his way to your room, the pathway ingrained into his mind at this point.

When he reached the door, he gave a brief knock (he had manners. Sometimes.) Before turning the knob. "You better be decent for both of our sanity!" He called before finally opening it.

Your room looked... Empty... at first. In the beginning, he thought you weren't home, that is until the blankets began to shift and there was an annoyed groan.

"Soooo dramatiiiiic..." You huffed, unfurling yourself from your cocoon of blankets to glare at him jokingly, but he looked more surprised.

"You look like you got hit with a bus!"

"Well screw you too..."

Tommy snorted before awkwardly sitting on the edge of your bed. "So.. why haven't you been up today? Or... Well.. Passing your classes?"

You were definitely shocked that Tommy noticed, and part of you wanted to joke to ease the tension, but you figured that would make it harder on him. "Well... See... I've been struggling a lot with my mental state and everything just became really stressful, but even then I couldn't do it... And.. Well still can't.."

"Why... Not?" He looked at you in confusion and you just shrugged slightly, running your hand through your bedhead... Which you could see Tommy trying his absolute hardest not to snicker at.

"I don't really feel motivated... I can't even really get out of bed.."

The blond boy gave you an awkward pat on the arm, making you roll your eyes. "Uhhh.. You.. wanna watch a movie? Or... Oh! Maybe we could go egg Wilbur's house while he's off being a simp for Nikki!"

You scoffed and began to laugh into your hand which caused Tommy to greatly relax. "That's hours away, Tommy... We'd never get there before my parents get back. But we can watch a movie?"

"You're no funnnn!" He whined dramatically with a slight hint of a smile before shaking his head, "Go at least brush your hair while I find a movie, it looks like a porcupine got struck by lightening."

You rolled your eyes and slowly began to shuffle out of bed to make your way to the bathroom while Tommy turned on the TV in your room, having been here enough times that he knew how to use it.

When you came back, mostly cleaned up with a sweater thrown over your pajamas, you saw Tommy putting on one of his favourite comedy movies. There was also some snacks he had probably raided your kitchen or secret candy stash for, but you didn't mind. You flopped back down into your bed, while Tommy hit play.

"I never under stand why women always make such a bit deal over pulling those face mask things off of their face!" Tommy gestured to the scene that was playing in the movie. "Also why do they need so many face products? Doesn't water and dish soap do the trick?"

"You do NOT use dish soap on your face!" You gaped at his response to the movie. "And trust me... Those peel masks hurt." You saw Tommy roll his eyes for a moment before you got an idea. "Wanna try?"

The teen looked at you as if you were high on glue, but then he saw the challenging look in your eyes, and everyone knows that Tommy Big Man Innit NEVER backs down from a challenge. Or maybe he knew it would make you happy? "It can't be that bad!"

You knew he was gonna regret that.

You paused the movie while you scrambled to get your skin care products ready. First you made him wash his face, moisturize, etc etc, which he complained about non stop, but you always told him to quit whining or he was admitting to losing against the woman in the movie. He instantly quit complaining, calling the actress and pansy and hell bent determined to prove himself as an alpha male.

You made him put his hair back with a cheap headband you had, which caused his blond locks to practically flare out in every direction. After laughing about it for a minute, you made him sit down so you could paint the mask on.

"Sit still!"

"But it feels weird!"

"Keep quiet or this brush is going up your nose!"

"You wouldn't DARE."

"Wanna bet on it?"

After about five minutes of even more whining, you finally got the masks painted on you both as Tommy decided to take a picture of himself for Twitter to meme about.

Tommyinnit

Women are weird with their face skin care stuff...

While you both waited for the masks to dry, you had some how convinced Tommy to let you paint his nails but ONLY if he could do yours as well. We all know Tommy isn't about that toxic masculinity.

Once it was dry, you could see Tommy scrunching his face repeatedly, most likely not used to the unusual feeling. "Can I take this off now? I'm determined to prove myself better than those actors!"

You bit your lip to hide your grin as you gave a nod. Because yours was also dry, you showed him how to find an edge and how to pull it off.

"Ow! What the hell!?"

You snickered as you watched Tommy begin to yelp in pain as he began to pull the mask off, only able to do tiny tiny little bits at a time before needing a moment to gather himself, eyes watering.

You, being a boss, were already majority of the way done pulling the face mask off causing Tommy's jaw to d r o p. "You're a literal hell spawn! How are you not bawling your eyes out from the pain?!"

"I've done this quite a lot of times honestly. It's not that bad." You lied through your teeth. Honestly it hurt quite a lot, but you were just enjoying seeing Tommy gawk at you before trying to peel the mask off more, only to yelp and whine.

It took twenty minutes, and eventually, he got the product off and stared at his reddened face in the mirror. He decided to take another picture (with permission) for Twitter with you being a smug little shit while his eyes were still watery and his skin still irritated.

Tommyinnit

I respect women even more now...

(Yourusername)

@/tommyinnit Wimp.

#tommyinit mcyt #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #dream smp #tommyinnit #mcyt #mcyt x reader #platonic x reader

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kpop-cakepops · 4 years ago

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hihii i hope you’re doing well !! if you’re up for it, can i request a very shy and awkward wonwoo (who’s bad at displaying affection) wanting to cuddle for the first time pls 💗

Hi anon! I would love to write about this! I decided to make this a little prequel to one of my other Wonwoo requests (damaged), I hope you don't mind and that you like it!

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1,346

Genre: fluff

Damaged: Before (WonwooxFem!Reader)

It was killing him. You and Wonwoo had been dating for only a week but he was dying to hold you in his arms and show you how much he really liked you. He found it tough, however, as it'd been too long since he'd last dated, and initiating physical contact had become something foreign to him.

"...and then the lady told me she could make them for me since I told her it was for my boyfriend," You said shyly. Your eyes snapping up to Wonwoo's face but he wasn't listening to you. "Are you okay?" You questioned reaching out to touch his hand but deciding against it as you knew how shy Wonwoo tended to be around you.

"N-nothing, I just-"

Just what? How could I possibly tell you that I want to hold you close as we watch movies together without looking like a wimp?

"just?" you urged him to continue.

He shook his head softly. "Thank you for bringing me food. I was very hungry." he smiled at you awkwardly before averting his gaze.

"Oh, you're welcome"

Sweetheart. You wanted oh so badly to be able to call him that without making him feel uncomfortable. The truth was that everyone had warned you about Wonwoo, and truth be told, you didn't know what you had gotten into, all you really knew was that you liked him and would do anything to see him smile the same way he did years ago when he'd go to your parents' restaurant with his friends.

"I have a couple of movies in mind that we can watch if you're up for it" he mentioned almost timidly.

You nodded, "That sounds fun!" you continued to pick up the table. His eyes were set on the sink refusing to look at what he imagined would be your disappointed reaction because movies were fun for him, but were they really fun for you?

You smiled to yourself knowing that the little frown on his face meant he was anxiously questioning his plans for the both of you that night and if anything was going to get done, it would have to be by your hand.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

You smiled over at him and nudged him a little with your shoulder while you placed the dirty plates in the sink. "I'm your girlfriend, I'm going to help you with the dishes," you told him calmly.

Wonwoo felt his stomach do a little flip as he watched you start on the dishes at his sink, something about you being there feeling absolutely normal and right.

"So... how was your day?" he wondered.

"The usual, taking calls all day. I got yelled at only once, though, so that's one victory!"

It made his heart feel warm how you could take a negative thing and turn it into a positive. His friends had been right to tell him you were the one thing he needed in his life. Always chirpy and positive, something he used to think would drain him but turned out to make him smile much more than he thought he could.

"What about you, Wonwoo? What was your victory of the day?" You asked.

With a soft gaze, he let the words slip, "Getting to spend time with you"

You nearly choked when you heard him say that. His face went red and he instantly turned away. "Wow... Are you trying to make my heart burst or something?"

A small laugh left his lips, "I was just being honest."

after a few moments of awkward silence, you finally broke. "I want to try something," You said turning your body towards his. "Look at me." He turned over to you and cautiously, you took your hand to his face. "My favorite parts of your face are your eyes and your smile, you know this right?"

He nodded, "Yeah, mine too." he admitted. "Of your face, I mean!"

You couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he sounded just then. "Okay, well why don't we try looking into each other's eyes for a minute?"

"What, right now?"

"Yup, right now. Let's look into each other's eyes and reaaaally take in the fact that we're not just friends anymore, we're boyfriend and girlfriend. I'm yours and you're mine." you took his hands in yours and looked up at him.

"O-Okay" he agreed.

You both stayed quiet for a while, and while Wonwoo found it extremely hard to hold your gaze at first, he eventually became comfortable enough to reach out and push a strand of your hair away from your face. "You're really pretty" he whispered.

You grinned and pulled him into you, your arms wrapping around him careful not to get your damp hands on him. "If you're having a hard time you should tell me" you whispered. "I want to know what troubles you"

His arms wrapped around your form slowly, a soft sigh leaving his lips almost as if relieved. "What if you think I'm a loser for having a hard time?"

"Then that'll make two of us." you chuckled.

He pulled away from you and took in your face again. "I want to kiss you"

You hid your face in his chest, "God, you really don't have to ask me and make me all embarrassed" your laughter was muted by his chest.

Large hands found your chin and pulled your face up so once again you were looking at his beautiful but complicated eyes. Wonwoo swiftly dipped down and pressed his lips to yours. It may sound crazy if you admitted to others, but that was the first time he allowed himself to kiss you. Needless to say, he loved it.

You didn't have much time to process what was going on because only a split second after he pulled away from the kiss, he was tugging you to his bedroom. You couldn't tell if he was excited to watch movies with you or if he was just embarrassed. The red tips of his ears made you lean for the latter.

You took a seat on his bed and watched as he awkwardly pretended to be occupied with the TV's remote. His back was turned to you and you took that opportunity to walk up behind him and hug him tight. Little did you know you had his little heart racing again.

"Can't choose?"

He turned to look at you and nodded. In return, you held your hand out for the remote. "Gimme, I'll choose for us"

He handed the remote to you and took a seat on the bed, his back resting against the bed's headrest and your body only an arm's length away from him. Nervously, he reached out for your hand tugging you onto the bed. "You can choose from here"

You blinked a few times and sat beside him. "Okay... I think I've chosen. I don't know what this is, but we'll watch this one."

Your boyfriend quietly stretched his arms, casually ( at least he hoped it seemed that way) letting one of them wrap around your shoulder. Any other day you would've teased him about it, but you were just thankful he was stepping out of his comfort zone and letting you in on what he really wanted. So with no more questions asked, you nestled into his side draping an arm across his chest, and for the second time, you could feel him sigh under you.

Wonwoo couldn't say it, and he probably wouldn't for a long time, but he could really feel it. He could feel something he hadn't felt in a long time. He could feel it in the way you pushed him to his limits, and in the way your smile seemed to be the only thing to excite him lately. He could feel it in the way you weren't scared to look into his eyes and find emptiness, but rather you were always ready to fill that emptiness up.

He could really feel it this time.

He was going to fall in love with you.

#Wonwoo #Jeon Wonwoo #Boyfriend Wonwoo #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x reader #seventeen wonwoo #wonu #svt #kpop #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo au #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #wonwoo one shot #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #svt angst #svt fluff

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coffee-imagines · 5 years ago

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Chicken

Pairing: Ron x reader

Requested? Yes/No

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, biting kink

Summary: A game of chicken escalates

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You couldn’t remember how you both decided to start playing chicken. Everyone was away for Christmas and you stayed at school while your other dormmates didn’t. Ron had come in at night, bored out of his mind because Harry had decided to go to bed early. Ron’s face was centimeters away from yours, both of your hands already on each other. First one to pull away loses, and you were no quitter.

“I’m going to kiss you.” Ron warned making you laugh.

“Go ahead Weasley. I’m not losing over a little kiss.” You explained, leaning in even closer so your lips were brushing against each other.

“Alright.” He gulped nervously, his hand coming up to hold your face.

“Oh for crying out loud you wimp.” You mumbled closing the gap between you, gasping when your lips molded into each other perfectly.

Ron’s arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer deepening the kiss. Neither of you pulled away, rather sliding your lips away from each other and putting them to use somewhere else. You were left kissing Ron’s shoulder, his head moving yours out of the way when he started kissing down your jaw.

“Beat you.” He taunted, his tongue gliding against your skin making you hum, not caring.

“Ron?” You asked through a moan after a while, making the boy hum in response. “A-at what point do we pull away?” You hummed when he sucked below your ear.

“When we want to stop.” He explained, his hands going under your shirt making you shudder.

“Well… what if I don’t want you to stop?” You asked, making Ron kiss his way back up your neck and to your lips.

“Then we make this more interesting.” Ron whispered, his eyes meeting yours.

“How?” You tilted your head to the side.

“First one to make noise loses.” Ron smirked down at you and you blushed.

“Okay.” You nodded, both of you shifting on the bed so you were a bit further apart. Climbing onto Ron’s lap your hands made their way back into his hair, giving it a small tug. “Rules?” You asked, playing with his hair.

“Breathing noises are fine obviously…” He explained, his breaths already coming out labored when you tugged a bit harder. “No talking or anything else.” He continued making you nod.

“What do I get when I win?” You asked, already leaving kisses up and down his neck.

“What makes you think you’ll win?” He asked, letting out the smallest noise. “That didn’t count! We haven’t started.” Ron defended making you laugh. “Winner gets whatever they want.” He explained, biting his lip when you started sucking lightly.

“Starting now.” You whispered into his ear.

Just like that the both of you kept quiet, only the occasional gasps and hitches were heard throughout the room. You were both panting, your lips having indents where your teeth had once dug into them to keep you quiet. Ron had thought you gave up on making him lose, pulling him close and holding him tightly while he left marks all over your neck and you hadn’t done anything else but sit back and let it happen. The wetness between your legs was growing as time went on, and you ground your hips down into his and he pulled away, biting his knuckle out of your view. You’d decided then that you couldn’t have lasted much longer, pulling out what you’d been waiting to use ever since you figured it out.

Ron thought you hadn’t known about his biting kink, but you were just waiting to use it to your advantage, and tonight was the perfect opportunity. You figured it out one day in the common room when you had bit his hand as a joke. It had sent a jolt through his body, and you hadn’t missed the way his eyes fluttered closed or when he bit his lip to keep himself from responding the way he would’ve liked to. You quickly dipped your head down, almost attacking his neck with sloppy kisses.

Ron sat back and let you at it, deciding it was only fair since you’d done the same for him only moments before. His head was almost falling back, his eyes permanently closed as your lips brushed the pulse in his neck. You sucked next to his adam’s apple, smirking against his skin when it bobbed up and down. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to catch him by surprise, but you’d accidentally grazed your teeth against his skin making his breath hitch in his throat. You’d tried playing it off as though it didn’t happen, but the tight grip Ron had on your hips was telling you it was the only thing he could think about. You changed your plans, kissing and sucking trying to find his sweet spot, smirking to yourself when you felt his grip tighten the moment you pressed an open mouthed kiss right on the side of his neck.

“Oh… bloody hell.” Ron cried out in pleasure when you gently bit down on the sensitive spot. You hummed against him, forgetting about the game all together when his deep groan hit you straight between your legs. “Alright.” He panted when you pulled away, looking dazed before he nodded. “What do you want?” He asked and you just stared at him, looking at the darkest mark on his neck, right where you bit him.

“You.” Was all you could manage to say before you were attacking his lips again. You both moved fast, your clothes flying around the room, Ron barely being able to get his pants and boxers fully off before your entrance was hovering over his throbbing length.

“You feel so good.” Ron groaned in your ear when you took it upon yourself to sink all the way down onto him, no longer having any patience.

You slowly moved your hips in circular motions, your head falling back when a moan you’d been holding finally made it out. Ron leaned forward, kissing the spot your neck met your collarbone and you shivered. His hands found their way to your hips, helping guide you up and down. You let Ron take over after that, your face nuzzled in his neck leaving small kisses every now and then. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, a pleasured cry leaving you when he bucked up harshly after shifting under you, going in deeper.

“Ron.” You whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders before scratching in their path down his back. He only moaned back in response, the pleasure clouding his thoughts. It seemed to cloud yours too, the longer you went the more you’d forgotten about the thing that made Ron go crazy. You felt your high approaching, your legs shaking on either side of Ron’s lap. You bit down on his shoulder, trying to keep yourself from being too loud as your oragsm washed over you, your whimpers being muffled by the skin that was pulled between your teeth.

“Fuck Y/N!” Ron groaned loudly, his whole body tingling from the feeling of your teeth, his following not far behind, his hips stuttering up into you when aftershocks hit him and he let both of you ride out your highs.

“We need to play chicken more often.” You breathed a laugh once you were both calmed down, giving him one last teasing bite before tugging at his skin when you pulled away and stood up, tossing him his clothes.

“Yeah, we should.” Ron nodded in agreement, slipping his shirt over his head, unable to take his eyes off of you

“What are you guys doing?” Harry’s voice made both you and Ron jump as you were just about done putting on your clothes.

“Just a friendly game of chicken.” You responded, smiling innocently as you buttoned your pants closed, kissing Ron’s cheek before making your way to the Great Hall.

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multifandhoem · 5 years ago

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fluids.

fluids. || Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader x Matsukawa Issei

A/N: Honestly, I don’t even know what to say about that one, apart from that I am deeply sorry and will see you all in hell.

Genre: smut (pure filth)

Summary: Y/N wants to try something and being the perfect and willing friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki help her with her problem.

Warnings: where do I even begin cursing, cum eating, threesome, butt stuff (lots of butt stuff), a lot of toys, double penetration, spitting, slight humiliation, slight slut shaming, spanking, oral giving and receiving, dom!Matsukawa, dom!Hanamaki, sub!Reader, mentions of MxM, lots of fingering, have I mentioned toys?

Word count: 7.406

Hanamaki and Matsukawa were your best friends for years. You trusted them with your life. So why were you so nervous just at the thought of asking them that dreaded question.

You were currently in their shared apartment, a place you visited quite regularly due to your horrible roommate in your college dorm. You were all spread over their three-seater couch, a generous donation of Mattsun’s aunt after all cheaper couches were way too small for the former volleyball players who by now were pretty close to the 190 cm mark.

“You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet today.”

You flinched a bit, and it would have been unnoticeable, if you weren’t laying across their laps, with your head on Makki’s thigh and your thighs over Mattsun’s. The former only raised his eyebrows at your reaction at his question and Mattsun soon joined him in his questioning glare. Suddenly feeling cornered you shrunk a bit under their gaze, clearing your throat quietly.

“It’s nothing.”

Makki’s eyebrows rose even higher and you desperately tried avoiding his eyes, finally sitting up, successfully eliminating your physical contact with them.

“Yah, what’s up with you?” Mattsun looked legitimately concerned, his eyebrows nearly meeting in the middle.

“You shouldn’t make a face like that or it’ll stay.” He rolled his eyes at your teasing, while you mustered a grin, standing upright after. “I just need to take a piss, no need to worry!” With that you sauntered off to the bathroom, hoping that they would’ve forgotten that awkward conversation when you got back.

You didn’t need to pee at all. You just stood there in front of the mirror, not believing your own stupidity. How could you even think about asking that question? How could you even think about them in that context? An exasperated sigh left your lips. Hopefully, they wouldn’t press on the matter further.

For good measure, you pressed on the flush and washed your hands, so they wouldn’t be suspicious.

“When you’re already standing you can bring me another beer!” Hanamaki waved his empty bottle in your direction with a grin and you felt relief washing over you. They decided to drop it, thank god. “Wait, wait!” Mattsun reached for his bottle on the table, finishing the remains in three large gulps before extending the bottle your way, too. “Just be thankful I feel guilty for crashing here so often!” You rolled your eyes with a grin but reached for their bottles anyways. On your way to the kitchen, you heard Mattsun’s loud burp behind you, commented with a deep laugh that could only belong to your light-haired friend. “Gross!” You commented while taking new cool bears out of the fridge, putting new ones in from the stack of beer crates, conveniently located right next to it.

It wasn’t really that much of a deal though, was it? You were back in your previous position and again the thoughts invaded your mind. They were your best friends. And they were on their third beer over the course of like two hours, so they had a bit of alcohol in their blood but weren’t drunk. You always felt comfortable around them. And even if you didn’t, they made sure you were loosening up soon enough.

The episode of the sports anime you originally convinced them to watch was forgotten, you just had to watch it at home to be up to date again. Should you just ask them? Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped after your second beer. Maybe you would have more courage then.

“You guys are bi, right?” Both heads turned to you in an instant. “That’s what you were so worked up over?” Makki sounded downright appalled, expecting something much bigger than that. “I thought you knew that?” Mattsun sounded as unbelieving as his friend, both paying no mind to the show anymore, just watching you squirm again.

It was uncomfortable under their stares, but at the same time, touching both of them made you feel a bit more confident.

“No, I mean, I knew that but… that means you both have experience with guys, right?” Your eyes were focused on your hands on your stomach fidgeting away. “Yes, we fucked a couple of times if that’s what you’re asking.” Mattsun’s dry answer made you shoot up in shock, nearly hitting Makki in the chin on the way. “What? No, that was NOT what I was asking! You did what? When?” That was an outcome you really didn’t anticipate. Makki laughed behind you, apparently finding your reaction incredibly amusing.

“Why are you asking, princess, wanna join in?”

That was not what you had planned at all. You felt your face heating up, eyes fixated on the old hardwood floor. “Fuck, you do?” You don’t think you have ever seen Mattsun’s eyes as wide as they are now.

“NO. I mean kind of. I mean not really. I didn’t even know you two fucked!” You were waving your hands around nervously, still avoiding eye contact.

“Okay, okay. Let’s calm down for a second. Take a sip and then tell us what you’ve been thinking about.” Makki seemed equally as surprised as Mattsun (and as you, tbh), but still tried to take control over the situation, handing you his beer bottle.

“It’s just… with you being bi and having experience with guys… you have tried anal, right?” Your face was burning with embarrassment at this point. You were nervously clutching the bottle, rolling it around in your hands, completely missing the look the other two shared.

“Yeah, what about it?” Mattsun scooted a bit closer, trying to make his voice as soft as possible, to not stir your nervousness even more.

“I have never really tried it. I mean I haven’t had a serious boyfriend in the last years, you know that but I’m really curious and I kind of tried it, but I didn’t really work, and I kind of want advice.” Your voice kept going quieter in the end and you still couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head.

Makki cleared his throat. “Verbal or physical advice?” You bit your lip. Now or never. “I don’t know.” You were a wimp. “Look at us, princess.”

Both of them had serious expressions on their face when you finally met their eyes, but they were in no way angry or disgusted. Thank god.

“I mean, I totally get why you’re curious, but if you tried it and it didn’t really work, maybe you don’t like it?” Mattsun offered you a small smile, but you just shook your head wildly. “All my friends say it’s great. And I don’t even know if I tried it correctly. I didn’t do any research or something like that. That’s why I want advice!” You began talking faster again, flaying your hands wildly in the air and nearly making a mess, if Makki hadn’t taken the bottle out of your grasp right before. His fingers remained around your wrist, slowly taking your hand in his. “Stay calm, princess, we’re not judging you. What did you try exactly?” You could see the slight blush on his cheeks when he asked that question and seeing him a bit nervous made you feel a bit better.

“Just a bit fingering. I mean I tried, but it didn’t even go in.” Makki smiled a bit at the way you whined, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Did you use enough lube?” You turned to him with wide eyes. “I didn’t use any.” Mattsun let out a scandalous gasp. “Oh god, princess, of course, it didn’t really work. Lube is like the most important part of anal play!”

A blush adorned your cheeks once again. “I don’t have any at home, I usually don’t need it.” Both their eyebrows rose high at your statement and you buried your face in your hands.

“Okay. If I understand that correctly, you want us to try anal with you.” It was more of a statement than a question, but you nodded, face still immerged in your hands.

“Okay. Okay.” Mattsun sounded a bit overwhelmed with the situation. “We can’t really do anything today. We ate a lot of ramen like two hours ago and drank beer. And trust me, doing butt stuff after eating is not the perfect way. Especially not for your first time.” Maybe you were reading him wrong.

“Come here, princess.” They pulled you on their laps again and you finally looked them in the eyes again. “No need to be ashamed anymore, okay? I mean we’re down for it. You got a cute butt.” Makki grinned at you in a way that made you immediately feel more at ease, but the following pinch to your butt made you yelp in surprise. They both laughed and after a short moment, you joined them as well.

Why were you even worried? They were your best friends. You have nothing to be ashamed of in front of them. They have done way more embarrassing things in front of you for there to be any kind of space for shame.

“We shouldn’t do much today, but we could still set some guidelines, are you okay with that?” Mattsun had scooted all the way over to Makki, you being perched on one of each of their thighs. “Guidelines?”, you echoed dumbly, turning your head to look him in the eyes. “Yeah, well, anal is a very sexual thing. So it obviously has to be sexually enjoyable. And if we would know what you like beforehand, it would kind of help!” He grinned wickedly at you, hands finding their place at your hips, thumbs softly caressing the skin between your sweatpants and your shirt.

“Oh.” Oh. You didn’t really think that far. Of course, it was something sexual. It is called anal sex for fucks sake. You knew it was something sexual. But still, the topic of the conversation together with you being on their laps made a blush rise to your cheeks again.

“Don’t be shy, princess.” You felt Makki shift a bit, leaning forward until his lips were on your neck, nipping lightly at the soft skin.

“Well, I don’t really like being in control.” You finally brought some words over your lips, feeling Makki’s lips change into a grin at your neck.

“Wouldn’t have guessed that the way you were practically begging both of us to train your asshole.” Mattsun’s amused words sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t deny that this situation turned you on a bit.

A whimper escaped you when Makki bit down on a particularly sensitive spot and both boys chuckled behind you. “You should come next Friday. And stay for the weekend. Is that alright?” His tone was surprisingly casual. Weren’t they affected in any way? “That works for me,” you still answered softly.

“Perfect. Why don’t you turn around for us, princess?” Mattsun pinched your hips in an invitational manner and you got up to straddle their thighs right afterward.

“Are you alright with kissing?” Each one had a hand on your thigh, Makki’s even laying right under the curve of your butt.

“What kind of question is that? I want you to put something in my ass, of course, I’m alright with kissing!” They chuckled at your answer before Makki leaned forward to capture your lips with his. It was soft at first. Not a lot of tongue. He cautiously tested your boundaries, starting with little pecks, and working his way up to a slow and sensual kiss.

Mattsun’s hands had begun roaming your body, pinching and grabbing everywhere, but never on any of the places where you wanted him.

That was until Makki straight up grabbed your ass to pull you closer towards their bodies. A surprised gasp escaped you and he used that to deepen the kiss, practically ravishing your mouth. Mattsun by now has moved on under your shirt, his rough fingers caressing your sensitive sides, making you shiver in the process. Soon his hands started kneading your breasts over your bra and you moaned in Makki’s mouth when they suddenly both retreated. You whined at your loss, eyes switching between them pleadingly.

“Look at you,” Mattsun cooed, his hand moving up to squish your cheeks slightly together. “We haven’t really done anything and you’re already so desperate.”

He then leaned towards you, kissing you for the first time himself. His lips were softer than Makki’s, but he used more force, pressing his tongue into your mouth almost immediately. But there were no roaming hands this time. And Mattsun soon leaned back again, a thin trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“We shouldn’t go too far today. But it’s good that you’re comfortable kissing us. We should keep that going at least until Friday. You alright with that?” You nodded at Makki’s words, still trying to process what they were saying.

Were they just going to leave you high and dry? Okay, they didn’t know you were so turned on, just by the talk about sex and that bit of kissing. And you would not tell them. This encounter was already embarrassing enough, you didn’t need to give them, even more, to tease you about.

You nodded again, moving into a less straining, and less sexual position from straddling their thighs to just sitting sideways over their laps, leaning against Makki’s broad chest.

“On Friday… please shower beforehand.” Mattsun’s words startled you a bit. “Like, should I clean inside? How do I do that?” You were so clueless about anything anal related, it was kind of amusing to the two guys. “You don’t have to clean the inside. And we can help you with that, too, we have some water enemas, but they shouldn’t be used too regularly, please remember that. But for Friday just making sure that you are clean on the outside is enough.” Mattsun rubbed comforting circles on your thighs, explaining everything in a calm voice.

You relaxed a bit at his words, leaning back down against Makki.

“Don’t forget, there’s no need to be nervous. We’re always happy to help!” Makki pressed a kiss on the crown of your head. “Especially with sexual things!” Mattsun added with a perverted grin, pinching your inner thigh again.

“Do you usually like being praised or being talked down onto?” Apparently, they haven’t quite left the topic of what you like in the bedroom.

“Ehm, I mean, usually more talking down, to be honest, but with something I’ve never done before I’m not so sure…” You knew you shouldn’t be nervous. They were so understanding and willing to help you, they wouldn’t judge you for something like this. But you still couldn’t help your face flaring up again.

Both of them nodded with a knowing smile, seemingly already scheming a plan on how to handle you in a couple of days.

“It’s alright, princess, we will be careful with you. Now let’s go to bed, we have class in the morning. Do you wanna sleep with me or with Makki?” Mattsun carefully repositioned your legs when he stood up, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips, and one on Makki’s right afterward with a sly grin on his face.

You stayed quiet. How could you choose now? “Let’s all sleep in my bed,” Makki finally ruled after you hadn’t said anything for a couple of seconds, avoiding eye contact during that time. You shot him a thankful smile before climbing off his lap and getting dragged by Mattsun towards the bathroom.

You stayed the night more often than not, already having a toothbrush and the most important toiletries on a space reserved just for you over the sink. Usually, you would sleep on the couch, though.

“About time.” Mattsun grinned at you and extended his arms in your direction when you finally emerged from the bathroom after removing your makeup and doing a very small skincare routine. They had left you after you all brushed your teeth, waiting for you on Makki’s king-sized bed, with a spot reserved for you in the middle.

Both pressed small kisses to your face when you laid down in between them, making you giggle. “Night, Makki. Night, Mattsun.” You mumbled when you all had found a comfortable sleeping position. “You should call us by our first names, you know?” Oh right, that actually made sense.

“Night, Hiro. Night, Issei.” You corrected yourself with a smile and after their chorus of ‘Night, Y/N.’ the room became quiet.

They had managed to make you feel comfortable every time you saw them. But now that it was Friday and you were standing in front of their door, every ounce of nervousness came back. With shaky fingers you pressed on the doorbell, hearing it echoing from inside. It did not take very long for Hiro to appear in the doorway, a bright smile on his face, and a kitchen towel over his shoulder.

“Hi, princess!” He tugged you towards him in an instant, leaning down with puckered lips. With a small chuckle, you kissed him, your nerves immediately feeling calmed down after experiencing his carefree attitude. “We were just doing some dishes, do you want something to drink?” He leads you towards the kitchen where Issei was positioned by the sink, yellow gloves on his hands, washing the last set of plates that were probably resting on the countertop for the last couple of days.

The scene was strangely normal, apart from the kiss you two shared again after he ditched the gloves and could snake his arms around you.

Well, what did you expect? It’s not as if they would jump on you as soon as you entered. You made yourself a glass of water, eagerly gulping it down to soothe your dry throat.

Hiro didn’t take long finishing drying the dishes and soon you found him pressed against your back. “Let’s go to the bedroom, okay, princess?” You could only nod, taking Issei’s hand and following him towards his bedroom. It was uncharacteristically clean, and the bed was even made, a sight you have not seen in the three years those two occupied the apartment.

“Don’t be nervous, okay? We can stop anytime you want.” Hiro appeared behind you, his hands on your hip and lips pressed into your neck.

“I want this.” Were you trying to convince them or yourself? You didn’t know, but it worked, either way, a small feeling of excitement spreading in your stomach when Issei kissed you.

Being caged between your two best friends was never a position you imagined yourself being in (or realistically imagined) but here you were.

Your hands moved up to tangle themselves in Issei’s dark locks, him slightly moaning into your mouth when you tugged a bit too hard. His hands moved under your shirt kneading your breasts, while Hiro’s hands already dipped a bit into the front of your pants, fingers fiddling with the zipper and it didn’t take long until you were left without any clothes on.

“Look at you! Dressing up all pretty for us?” They appreciatively let their eyes wander over your body, only clad by a black lingerie set.

You felt incredibly exposed, with them still being fully clothed and looking at you so hungrily.

“Damn, you have great tits!”, Hiro exclaimed when pushing the lace covering your breasts down, immediately taking them into his hands for good measure. He let out a deep groan and Issei soon joined him, lips latching onto your right breast, gently nipping on the sensitive flesh.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands, shyly caressing their arms, lightly dipping into their sleeves to feel their biceps under your hands. “Take them off, please?”

In your mind, you scolded yourself for how unsure you seemed, but those thoughts were quickly erased when they both complied, exposing their toned torsos.

“Do you wanna lay on the bed, princess?” Hiro phrased it as a question but there was an unspoken command. You made a step towards the bed behind them, Issei quickly undoing the clasp of your bra when you passed them to obey Hiro’s command. “On your stomach.”

Quickly you corrected your position, your hands lying next to your head.

Butterfly kisses were pressed onto your naked shoulder blades, four hands roaming your back, butt, and thighs continuously.

“You’re very tense.” You didn’t know what to answer to that, only muttering a quiet apology. Your words got lost in a moan, when suddenly a finger was pressed to your core, playing with your vagina through the lace fabric of your panties.

You tried grinding back onto the finger, but strong hands held your hips in place, both boys chuckling at your exasperated whine. Your underwear got pushed to the side and soon the finger was back, slightly toying at your entrance.

“Oh, I know now why you said you don’t need any lube. Hiro, fuck, look at that. She is wet wet!” A second finger joined, and Hiro chuckled surprised, moving some of your slick around and towards your clit, loosely rubbing the bundle of nerves.

“Lift up your ass for a second.” You obeyed and soon you were completely bare in front of them, one hand still toying at your vagina, while two others were caressing your butt, spreading your cheeks and groping the flesh in a rough but still kind of soft manner. That was, until a slap echoed through the room, combined with the moan that escaped you as you felt the impact a hand with your butt. “I knew you would enjoy that.” Hiro sounded incredibly smug, repeating is former action a bit harder and on the other cheek. Again, a moan escaped you, trying once more to grind back into their hands, again to no avail.

“You really are quite a horny slut, aren’t you?” Issei’s mouth was extremely close to your core and you shuddered when you felt his breath over your lower lips.

“Raise your hips again?” You immediately did as you were told, feeling a pillow being stuffed under your hipbone to raise your hips permanently.

The finger, that has been rubbing very slow circles on your clit, disappeared, but soon enough your legs were spread. The cool air hitting your wetness was a tease in itself, but it was right away replaced by a hungry tongue, lapping up your juices. Hiro reappeared in your field of vision, connecting your lips again, to muffle the moans that were escaping you.

Issei’s nose was pressing into your vagina, his lips, tongue, and teeth relentlessly working on your clit.

“Please, please, I’m going to come!” It was embarrassing, really, how fast your best friend was able to bring you to that point. “Already?” Issei was less surprised, more smug when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside you and latched onto your clit again.

“Come on, princess.” Hiro slapped your ass again and with a loud moan, you released onto Issei’s mouth, who greedily lapped up everything you offered him.

“Well, you look a lot more relaxed, now!” You could hear the teasing out of his voice when he reemerged from between your legs, tongue slipping out to get the rest of your glistening arousal. You were a lot more relaxed now, still panting from your orgasm, that you didn’t even flinch when a huge drop of lube got placed on your lower back. And your asscheeks. Four hands were immediately on your backside, massaging your cheeks and lower back in a slow and sensual way, getting small moans from you as a response. After a couple of minutes, your cheeks got spread, another dollop of lube falling right in the center.

A finger softly began massaging it into the area around your puckered hole and soon, more lube was added.

You were incredibly nervous. But both of their hands on your backside was kind of comforting. And when a kiss was pressed onto your shoulder blades you relaxed with a shaky exhale.

“You’re doing so good, princess.” Issei pressed another kiss on your back and you whimpered a bit as a response. “Hand me the vibe, will you?” Hiro’s words made Issei sit up again, his lips leaving your skin. Vibe? What vibe?

Your question soon got answered when a small buzzing sound started, and the silicon bullet got pressed lightly against your hole. “Oh,” you gasped, hips jerking for a second but again some hands stopped you. And then a finger found its way back towards your clit, circling it again. Hiro was alternating his fingers and the small vibrator at your asshole, continuously adding more lube and sometimes pressing harder, but still keeping everything fairly light.

It was feeling really pleasurable and the next time he pressed the vibe harder against your hole, you couldn’t hold back the small moan anymore.

Hiro cooed at the way your asshole clenched around nothing, tentatively pressing a tip of his finger inside. You moaned when his digit passed the rim. It didn’t hurt at all, like that time you tried it by yourself. Apparently, lube really was the savior. Or it was your best friends, who have been patient and soft with you all the way through, gently leading you to this moment. More lobe got added to your hole and Hiro’s finger disappeared, but reentering you more slicked up just after a second. He still only put the tip of his finger inside, slightly wiggling it around before replacing it with the vibrator again.

“You look really good with my finger in your ass. And Issei’s working your pussy. Is that why you asked two of us? You want to take it so far to get double penetrated, take each of us in a different hole?” You knew it was only dirty talk. He was trying to take your mind off the slight stretch of your ass when he pushed his finger in deeper. But you couldn’t help the way you desperately moaned at the comment.

“Oh? Look at your hole twitching!” Issei sounded incredibly amused, his finger moving from toying with your clit to your vagina, which was clenching around nothing. “You like that thought? Every hole of you filled with another cock? Maybe we should ask Iwaizumi or Oikawa to join, too. So that you can be stuffed like the little whore you are!”

With another moan you tried to move your hips once again, this time successfully burying Hiro’s finger deeper in your ass. A slap to your cheek was the immediate answer. “Impatient slut. Better behave or we won’t be so gentle anymore!”

You nodded shakily, already feeling full by the finger in your ass and one at the entrance of your pussy.

But Hiro soon pulled out again, dropping even more lube on your now slightly looser hole, before the small bullet vibrator came into action again. You moaned loudly when it got pressed into your hole, slightly wider than Hiro’s finger it was still a stretch.

“I love your ass. It looks really cute like this.” Accommodating his words Issei pressed a kiss to your left buttcheek.

Hiro still worked the vibrator in your ass, fingers massaging the flesh around your rim. “I’m going to plug you soon, you alright with that?” You could only nod, desperate for more friction. You asked for gentle and slow. But you wanted to come again. And, as embarrassing as it was to admit, you loved it when they talked down on you, ordering you around.

You felt his lubed up pinky join the vibrator in your hole and moaned again when suddenly both vanished and got replaced by a cold metal object. “She’s going to look so pretty!” Issei rubbed your clit a bit harder, while the cold object got greased up in the juices around your hole.

Another drop of lube followed when Hiro finally began pushing it into your ass. You soon realized what it was, a small plug, thinner at the tip but wider in the middle.

The widest part was a bit bigger than every other thing you have taken in your hole so far, but it still didn’t hurt, just a tight stretch, but with the lube and the fingers massaging your lower back, it went in without a big hassle.

“You look so good, do you wanna take a look at yourself?” You nodded and turned around, finally seeing your two friends again. Issei immediately tugged you onto his lap, pressing your back against his chest and turning towards his closet, where a huge mirror adored one door.

And there, right between your buttcheeks, rested a jeweled plug. You moaned again at the sight and at the proud grin that was on both of their faces. Issei reached down, pressing his palm against the red jewel, slightly wiggling it inside. You threw your head back on his shoulder, grasping his wrist to press it closer against your core, nearly humping his arm in desire. “Now, now, no need to get ahead of yourself,” Hiro intervened, taking your hands from Issei’s arm. “If you beg nicely, we give you something you can fuck yourself on.” His grin was downright evil and it got even worse, when he pressed the vibrator from before against the plug, making it move inside you.

“Please, please, Hiro, Issei, please, I really want to come!” There were tears prickling in your eyes. The constant stimulation at your ass felt good, but it was nothing you could orgasm from. You needed something in your vagina. Something that fucks you, preferably.

“You know, maybe if you crawl a bit on your knees, it would help.” Your eyes went wide at Issei’s words, but obediently you slipped from his lap, getting on your knees in front of them. You crawled towards the door on all fours, hearing them groan behind you. “You know what we should invest in? A tail plug.” The thought of them making you literally your pet excited you, again clenching around nothing, but still wishing something was filling your other hole, too.

“Sit on my lap again.” Your back was once again pressed against Issei’s naked chest, your legs being kept open by his strong thighs. “Here, princess.” Hiro’s eyes caught yours in the mirror and with a playful smile, he handed you a medium-sized purple dildo. “Fuck yourself.” The command was simple. But you still hesitated. You never masturbated in front of somebody else before. It seemed kind of humiliating. But that thought was it, that made arousal shoot to your core once again. And with a firm nod, you lined the dildo up your entrance, slowly easing it inside.

Leaning your head back on Issei’s shoulder you began moving it inside your core, pleasure slowly filling your body with each thrust. “Look at us, princess.” You raised your head again, eyes meeting theirs in the mirror, fastening your pace and letting moans escape you.

A small cry left your lips once you found that special spot inside you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your movements became sloppier. On the one hand, you were desperately chasing your orgasm, but on the other hand, the pleasure was too much to have much control over your movements anymore. You cried for relief, when suddenly another hand closed around the dildo, continuing your thrusts with new harsh ferocity.

“I said, look at us!” Hiro growled in your ear, pushing the toy harder into you. After you took too long to react Issei closed a hand around your neck, pressing at the sides and forcing you to face the mirror again. It was a downright sinful picture. You were completely fucked out, so close to your orgasm, being chocked by one man and fucked with a purple dildo by the other.

With a cry you let your orgasm wash over you, clenching around both toys stuck inside you while throwing your head back on Issei’s shoulder once again.

“Fuck, you look filthy.” With a chuckle Issei broke the silence, his hand slowly falling from your neck again. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” With a smile Hiro fell to his knees in front of you, slowly tugging the dildo out of you. Next, it was the small plug. You groaned at the overstimulation, hips twitching.

“I don’t wanna. Can take more!”, you mumbled, trying to sit yourself up straight. With raised eyebrows Hiro shoved two of his fingers inside your asshole again, chuckling at the way you winced. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You’re here for the whole weekend, we don’t have to wreck you on the first day.” Issei got up with you in his arms, slowly carrying you towards the bathroom and filling the tub with water.

“But what about you?” Your eyes were big, trailing to their respective bulges in their sweatpants. “You wanna suck us off while we wait for the water?” Issei was gentle with you, setting you down on the soft mat in front of the tub, softly caressing your cheek. You nodded wildly and amused both men pushed their sweatpants lower.

You first took Issei in your hand, your tongue trailing up and down on his dick, wetting it before finally enveloping it with your mouth. A rough groan escaped him and his fingers weaved themselves into your hair, slightly fucking into your mouth when Hiro’s tip bumped against your cheek. You looked up and were immediately greeted with another groan. “Fucking hell, princess, keep looking at me!” Despite Issei’s words, you took his dick out of your mouth, moving on to Hiro, while jacking Issei’s now thoroughly wet dick off with your right hand. Hiro’s cock was a bit smaller and thinner than Issei’s and you couldn’t help but remember his words from before. Having both of them fill you at the same time was a new sexual fantasy that manifested itself in your mind in the last hour.

“Who knows, maybe tomorrow it will be in your ass.” He seemed to read your mind and you couldn’t help but moan again at the thought, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure up his spine.

You switched again back to Issei, who immediately started softly fucking your mouth, chasing his high. “Come on, princess.” Hiro groaned, taking over from your hand and jacking himself off even faster than you had done it before. You gagged around Issei’s cock, tears falling from your eyes but still desperately trying to please him. They made you come twice today. It was only fair you gave some back.

With a final moan, Issei pulled out of your mouth releasing himself all over your face, partly inside your mouth. “Keep your mouth open.” Hiro’s command was harsh, and his breathing labored. He was close, too. So you turned towards him, Issei’s cum still swimming inside your mouth, cheeks painted a delicious white.

Hiro managed to release most of his load inside your mouth, but he still got some spurts over your face and in your hair.

Panting both boys looked down at you, cooing at how cute you looked with their cum all over your face. “Swallow,” Issei instructed, holding your chin between his fingers. The mix of their seamen left a salty taste in your mouth, when you opened it again, to show them that you swallowed every last drop. With a groan, Hiro began scooping up the rest of the cum on your face and pushing it into your mouth. “You’re a cute little slut, aren’t you? Our slut.” With that possessive mark, he leaned down, letting his spit drop into your mouth, which was still held open by Issei, who repeated the action.

Their gazes on you were proud as you swallowed that second load also.

“You were great, princess.” Hiro was pressing kisses on the top of your breasts. All of you squeezed into the tub, washing each other carefully with a loofah they apparently got only for today. “Should we order some food?” You just nodded, leaning back onto Issei contently. “Wanna eat you.”

Hiro’s eyebrows rose and you felt Issei chuckle behind you. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

“And here I was, wanting to be lenient since it’s your first time trying anal. But oh well. You asked for it, princess.” With a broad grin, Hiro heaved you out of the tub, haphazardly drying you both off with a towel, before both men were already leading you back to the bedroom.

You soon found yourself back in your previous position with your hips perched on top of the pillow and Issei’s fingers buried deep in your still stretched ass. The main difference was the vibrator stuck in your pussy and that you were trying not to choke on Hiro’s cock.

“Keep your legs open, princess. I will not hesitate to use a spreader bar.” The casual mention of the utensil made you wonder just how many sex toys those two had. Four of them were already used on you, but Hiro had told you that they started with the smallest plug, hinting at a bigger assortment.

“We really wanted to go easy on you, princess.” Issei sighed in mock sadness, quickening the pace of his two fingers, making you cry around Hiro’s cock. “But you just had to be even more filthy than we expected.” A harsh slap met your left asscheek.

“We already knew you were perverted since you didn’t ask one of us, but both to help you with your problem.” Next was your right cheek. Hiro gathered your hair in one hand, tugging it back harshly to start fucking your mouth right away, making your saliva drip down from his cock and onto the bedsheets. Your hands desperately clawed themselves into his thighs while Issei still wrecked you from behind.

“You think you can take a third one?” Issei didn’t wait for you to answer his question, before dropping more lube onto your asshole, slowly easing his ring finger into your loosened hole. His other hand pushed the vibrating dick in your vagina even deeper and you had never felt as full as you did at that moment. The cry that you let out around Hiro’s dick showed them that you were close to coming, so, in a matter of seconds, everything was gone.

“No! Please, please let me cum!” Tears streamed down your face and if your mascara wasn’t already be rolling down your face due to the seamen shower you took earlier it certainly would now.

“Aww, you’re looking so cute all desperate and shit. Completely wrecked but still crying for more.” Hiro took your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks together in the process.

Issei resumed his actions at your backside, this time not entering you with this finger, but another object. Another dildo you presumed. It wasn’t really that thick, so it was comfortable to have in you, but it was long. And when it started vibrating, every ounce of strength left your body, hands falling down onto the mattress, face only being held up by Hiro’s hand.

“Do you want to fuck her, or should I go?” The way they talked so casually about your body, like it was only another fucktoy, like the multiple ones they had lying around, made arousal shoot to your core, electing a desperate whimper from your lips.

“You can go, I don’t mind having her mouth. Besides, we have tomorrow and Sunday, too. I mean unless our little princess still hasn’t had enough?” Hiro’s voice was teasing, his fingers around your chin tilting your head up to make you look into his eyes.

“How desperate are you for our cocks, huh?”

“Please, please. I want it, I want your cocks, please, Issei, Hiro.” You were just babbling, hoping that it would be enough for them to finally fuck you.

You couldn’t believe that this encounter started off so soft, with them carefully massaging you, when they were now slapping your ass with each movement, spitting on you and talking to you like you were a slut.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Such a desperate princess. Well, since it’s still kind of your first time, we will give you what you want. But just know that it won’t come as easy the next times.” With that Issei finally rammed his cock into your waiting pussy and you cried out his name in pleasure, being rewarded by a harsh slap on your ass in an instant. Hiro shoved his cock back into your mouth, taking up a harsh pace immediately, slapping your hands down as soon as you wanted to take a hold of his thighs again.

“No hands.” He told you and you desperately tried to keep your head up for him to fuck your mouth all while Issei started moving the vibrator in your ass in the same rhythm he fucked into you.

It didn’t take long for you to come, the continuous stimulation with the thought of being used in every possible hole being enough for you. But they weren’t done.

Their pace didn’t slow down a bit, Hiro only going back to holding your face up for him. You could see in his eyes that he was not happy at all with your failure and you were sure you would encounter punishment for that soon enough. He spat down on your face again, spit mixing with the tears from your eyes, as his dick repeatedly hit the back of your throat.

“Fucking hell, your pussy is swallowing me whole, feels so good, come on, princess, just a bit more.”

Issei was groaning behind you, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. Still, Hiro was the one finishing first, releasing on your face for the second time that night.

Once he let go of your head you immediately fell down onto the mattress, still being fucked harshly by Issei, who kept on moving the dildo in your ass. You felt another high approaching and apparently, they did too, since Issei started slamming into you even harsher. But when Hiro moved to rub your clit, you were screaming their names, body twitching, and hands clawing into the bedsheet.

You were sure you never came so hard in your life. Everything went numb for a second, but you realized what was going on, when the dildo got pulled out of your ass, leaving an empty feeling behind.

“You alright there, princess?” A soft hand weaved itself into your hair, turning your head to look at the two men who just showed you heaven on earth. You hadn’t even realized that Issei came as well, but the feeling of something dribbling out of your vagina was explained that way.

“You look so good, princess.” Hiro leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, fingers pushing a bit of his come into your mouth right after he detached himself. “Let’s take another bath, you seem to need it even more than before.”

Their hands were all over you, softly caressing every inch of your body, cleaning every last drop of spit, come and lube. “You looked so beautiful, all wrecked beneath us. And you did so well, too! I honestly didn’t expect you to take us this well on the first day.”

They were muttering continuous praises, making you feel all soft on the inside.

“Pizza is here!” You were nearly nodding off in Issei’s arms, blinking slowly as the words were whispered in your ear.

Hiro was missing from your other side, apparently retrieving said pizza, which the boys insisted on ordering, especially after you admitted to not having consumed any solid foods that day, to be extra clean for them.

Soon Hiro came crawling back into his bed, handing each of you their respective pizza. Sitting up, you felt a shoot of pain from your butt and winced. “Sore?” The grin on Hiro’s face was entirely too wide to be sorry. Stupid piece of shit.

If someone would look at you now, three friends sitting on a bed and eating pizza, while a stupid reality show played in the background, nobody would even think twice about it. Nobody would expect, that just a bit earlier, in the other bedroom across the hall, you were absolutely wrecked by them.

But you wouldn’t want it any other way, excitement already bubbling up in your stomach with anticipation for the days to come.

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picking favorites (a @tsbandau drabble)

if y’all aren’t emotionally invested in @underdog-arts ‘s band au, idk what y’all are even doing /j

anyway, here’s a wholesome family drabble insp. by the band au and my (not-so) subtle obsession with remus and janus. also subbing to their patreon is the best $5 i’ve probably ever spent, no joke

“Honey, you can still pick up Ry, right?” Janus called down the hallway, carrying a basket of laundry on each hip before depositing them in the hallway to put away later. Remus was seated in their shared office catching up on emails as Janus began packing up leftover pasta into containers to take to their show scheduled that night.

“I told you I got ‘em,” he agreed, banging the last clumps of his protein shake into his mouth with the heel of his hand. “I’m gonna’ jog to V’s and grab the van.”

Janus nodded to themself out of instinct before faltering, their brow furrowing.

“Wait—Re, that’s like three miles,” they challenged, dumping the dirtied dishes into the sink. “Just take the fucking car.”

Remus’ snort laugh was audible from down the hallway.

“They asked for the van!” Remus cackled. “And I, for one, do not disappoint. Apparently making my kid’s friends think they’re cool is worth a three-mile jog.”

Janus rolled their eyes, albeit fondly. This was, unfortunately, not news.

Riley was having an…interesting phase. It wouldn’t be abnormal for kids their age if it weren’t for the fact that their parents were ridiculously competitive, and all of their parents’ friends were eager to get in on it.

As soon as Remus attended career day in Riley’s first grade classroom, resulting in the entire class of six-year-olds marveling at the fact that their friend’s dad was a “rock star.”

Janus loved that conversation over dinner that night.

They weren’t jealous. No, in fact, it was probably overdue for Riley to have a bit of a “Daddy’s kid” phase, considering how joined at the hip they were with Janus for multiple years now. But they wanted to win.

Riley could make their own decisions about picking a favorite parent. As long as that decision was Janus.

“You’ve gone so-oft,” they sing-songed, smirking as Remus appeared in the kitchen behind them, wrapping one hand around their hip and pressing a kiss to their temple. “Ry’s got you wrapped around their finger.”

Remus have a flash of his crooked grin.

“Yeah, well…at least I know where they get that from.”

Janus rolled their eyes, trying to hide their reddening face.

“Sap,” they grumbled fondly. “Hurry up and get on with your run before you’re late to pickup. And tell V I said hey.”

Remus gave an exasperated chuckle and affirmation, but pocketed his keys and wallet nonetheless.

The jog to Virgil’s apartment wasn’t a particularly strenuous three miles, being downtown and all, and Remus was far from out of shape. Still, three miles was three miles—especially in the late afternoon sun. Needless to say, Virgil wasn’t thrilled to have a giant sweaty man on his doorstep, but he handed over the keys nonetheless.

The van was old, still clinging to its axels from when Remus himself purchased it from an old neighbor and declared it the band’s “tour bus.” It was nice enough at the time, especially for the price he paid, but it certainly wasn’t still around for anything more than sentimental value.

Mainly just Remus refusing to get rid of it.

That, and the fact that, for whatever reason, Riley thought it was the coolest thing ever.

The drive wasn’t long, only the sitting in traffic of other parents in minivans trying to get into the school parking lot. He…wasn’t a fan of that part of being a parent, that’s for sure. He could do without any other parents, thank you very much, but at least it was fun to see how obvious all of them were in their distaste of both him and Janus, compared to how much their kid absolutely adored them.

A fact that was only proven when Remus eventually made it to the parking lot and exited his van, only to be met with ear-splitting squeal of “daddy!” and an armful of six-year-old.

He can’t deny how, even after all these years, the title still makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like…he is a dad. That’s his kid! How fucking rad is that!

He happens to spot a few other parents, along with some of Riley’s friends that he recognizes, and he offers a quick wave with the hand that isn’t mussing up his kid’s hair.

“You brought the van,” Riley points out with a toothy grin that Remus can’t help mirroring. He can’t help the knot in his throat when he spots the gap in their teeth from their first ever lost tooth—which only meant they were getting much too old and Remus would really appreciate it if they would slow the fuck down.

“I told you I would, didn’t I?” Riley nods, bouncing on Remus’ hip just a bit out of excitement. “I gotta’ warn you though, JJ’s getting pretty jealous.”

Riley laughs before sticking out their tongue and making a fart noise in Remus’s face.

Remus is, for the thousandth time, bewildered at how Riley couldn’t possibly be more like Janus if they tried. And mostly smitten. He has the coolest kid on Earth, after all.

“They can suck my butt!” Riley squeals and Jesus Christ, Remus is going to have a heart attack right there in the parking lot. He’s gonna’ have to grill Jan again to make sure those two aren’t secretly biologically related.

“Hey, your words not mine, squirt,” he smirks, opening the van door and strapping them into the car seat. “And your early bedtime if you let JJ hear any of that.”

He finishes with a pinch on their nose before closing the van door and getting back in the driver’s seat.

Riley, as soon as the radio turn on, starts protesting very aggressively to listen to “your songs, daddy! Play your songs!”

Thankfully, he has a CD burned with some of their…cleaner songs for that exact purpose.

Riley, for lack of a better word, was ‘singing’ along at a volume that Remus would’ve otherwise found hilarious and impressive if it wasn’t right in his ear. Still, there was a certain fondness that came with watching his kid’s excitement over his work—something that, as usual, was paired with thrashing within the confines of a car seat and headbanging their little heart out.

Along the drive Remus made every attempt to stop the barrage of the screamo singer in the making, but all were ultimately unsuccessful. At least…until he pointed out one particular building out of a strip mall assortment.

“Hey, you see that store right there? The one with the red sign?” He spoke up, catching Riley’s eager attention in an instant. They placed both hands on the van window to look out.

“What is it?” They asked, squinting to try and read what was on the sign.

“You know the snake on my leg?” Riley nodded, quieting down. “That’s where JJ took me to get it.”

They paused, seemingly putting some pieces together in their head.

“How come you only have one?” They asked, still kicking their legs against their seat. “JJ has lots, how come you don’t have lots too?”

Remus chuckled, continuing along the road as the light turned green.

“‘Cause I don’t need another one. They’re very expensive, you know.”

“Is it ‘cause you’re a wimp?”

Remus choked on his own spit.

“N-no,” he choked out, laughing. “No I’m not, I just think it looks better this way.”

He didn’t bother looking into the backseat to see what Riley thought of that answer, but if the return to karaoke that followed was any indication, they were not impressed. Still, he’d probably take the teasing over the screaming, but kids are kids.

Even as they pulled into their driveway, Remus had to strategically dodge Riley’s flailing limbs in order to un-fasten the seatbelts on their car seat and actually get them in the house. Apparently the music was not as vital to the ‘sing-along’ as he’d hoped it was when he turned the car off.

“Alright, alright, calm those legs down before you knock my teeth out, will ya’?” Remus teased, placing Riley on his shoulders where they instantly took fistfuls of his hair to hold on. Riley toned down the velocity, but otherwise did not stop. “Careful, squirt, if you wanna’ kick so bad, I’m signing you up to play soccer.”

Riley stopped almost instantaneously, gripping Remus’ hair even tighter as they headed back inside the house, Riley’s tiny backpack slung around Remus’ forearm.

“Nooo,” they wailed, half punctuated by laughter that echoed through the house.

“What are we complaining about?” Janus spoke, leaning against the doorway across the room with a fond smile.

“He said if I kick him in the teeth I have to play soccer,” Riley whined, attempting to climb down from Remus’ shoulders on their own. Janus snorted a laugh before swiftly crossing the room to collect their child and place them on their hip.

“Wow, your daddy’s so mean,” Janus agreed, raising a challenging eyebrow as they stood in front of their husband. Remus pouted before bending down to steal a kiss.

“Gross,” Riley giggled, pressing a hand on each of their parents’ faces to separate them.

“Gross?” Janus smirked. “Well in that case, maybe your dad was being a bit unfair.”

Riley turned to Remus to stick out their tongue at him.

“I mean, soccer? That’s just ridiculous,” Janus continued, a mischievous glint in their eyes. “We’ll obviously have to sign you up for football instead. A punt like that has got to be put to good use.”

Riley immediately went back to their dramatized complaining, this time reaching desperately for Remus to get him to take them back from Janus—to which Remus just held up his hands in mock innocence.

“No can do, kid,” he smirked. “The punishment has to fit the crime, after all.”

Riley continued their attempts to wiggle out of Janus’ unyielding grip.

“Never!” They declared, trying a different approach of reaching over Janus’ shoulder to escape from behind. “I won’t! I won’t do it, I promise!”

Remus and Janus both knew they wouldn’t actively try to hurt either of them, but sometimes it was just more fun to assert rules when it came with shrieking laughter and climbing their parents like a jungle gym.

“Well, now you know where we stand,” Remus spoke in false authority, reaching for one of Riley’s tiny shoes and holding it up to address it as if it were in control of their legs. “I better not see you around these parts again, ya’ hear?” He added in an over-the-top western accent, gesturing to his face.

Riley squealed with laughter as he held out his hand for a handshake and they shook it with their accused foot.

“Alright, alright, you two,” Janus intervened with fond exasperation. “Snacks are on the counter, take it or leave it.”

Riley whipped their head around to peer into the kitchen, cheering when they spotted two plates on the kitchen counter, each with a toaster waffle piled high with blueberries.

“Second…breakfast!” They cheered, drumroll-ing on their leg before whooping and slinking out of Janus’ grip and climbing up onto the kitchen barstools. Remus, giving a fond eye-roll at the enthusiasm, turned to drape his arms over Janus’ shoulders from behind, perching his chin on top of their head.

“They get it from you, you know,” he mumbled, smirking at the scoff it earned him.

“Shut up,” Janus grumbled, the smile evident in their voice. “That is all you.”

“Babe, sports are a threat in this house,” he teased. “You’re telling me that came from me?”

“Yeah, I’ll take that one,” they chided, turning around to face their husband. “As long as you’re aware that the energy, the volume—honey, that’s all you.”

Remus quirked his brow with a proud smirk.

“Or maybe it’s the fact that they sleep for fourteen hours and we haven’t even had eight in the last six years,” he challenged knowingly. “You know, I happen to remember that back in the day…that bed was hardly even for sleeping.”

Janus snorted, their face reddening slightly.

“Is it bad to think of those as the ‘good old days’ already?”

Remus swept a piece of their hair out of their face.

“Hell no, dude. We lived like kings back then,” he chuckled. “How ‘bout this—I’ll get Ro to take ‘em to the park or something this weekend and I’ll dick you down just like old times, ‘kay?”

Janus sputtered out a cackle, smacking Remus on the chest before covering his mouth with their hand.

“Fucking christ, they’re like two yards away,” they hissed, still laughing. “I am not going to be the one fielding questions about what getting dicked down means, oh my god.”

“You say that like they listen to anything when there’s food in front of them,” Remus countered, nodding in the direction of their kid as Janus rolled their eyes with a chuckle.

“Now that, is from you,” they grinned, jabbing him in the side with their elbow.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re serving up delicacies like toaster waffles,” Remus said, raising his hands in mock defense.

Janus gave him a look before crossing their arms.

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I know you can’t go two hours without food. Go on, there’s one for you, even if it’s probably cold by now,” they teased as Remus excitedly kissed their forehead before practically running to the kitchen. He hopped up to sit on the counter, folding each toaster waffle like a blueberry-filled taco before funneling them into his mouth.

Janus followed close behind—at a normal pace, thank you very much—and took the actual seat next to their kid, sipping at the cup of tea they had left on the counter before the two had returned home as they listened to Riley regaling their day at school.

———

Realistically, Remus probably should’ve seen it coming. He was a couple days past his previous record of days as Riley’s “favorite” and he knew he likely didn’t have much longer before Janus dethroned him again, but he certainly hadn’t expected the scene he walked in on that night.

He had heard hushed laughter coming from one of their house’s bathrooms that evening, assuming at first that Janus was just handling Riley’s bath or something like that, but as he cleaned up the mess from their dinner and finished washing the rest of their dishes, he was surprised to find they were still in there. So obviously he had to investigate.

He knocked on the door, rolling his eyes fondly as shushing and giggles came from within.

“Everything good in there?” He teased, leaning against the door. “I gotta’ say, I’m a little hurt I didn’t get invited to whatever club this is that hangs out in the bathroom.”

More giggles followed by the oh-so familiar sound of Janus’ shushing.

“I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself what all the fuss is about,” he sing-songed, slowly creaking open the door before letting out a snort laugh at the scene before him.

Janus was seated on the edge of the bathtub, wash cloth in hand, as Riley sat on the sink counter, covered on all limbs with temporary tattoos. At least the pieces of tape that Janus had cut into circles and colored black to look like ear gauges were admittedly cute.

“Oh, I see how it is,” he smirked from against the doorframe.

“JJ said you’re a wimp,” Riley proudly announced. “I was right.”

Janus stuck their tongue out and made a spitting noise and…yeah, that was their kid alright. Not that Remus would have it any other way.

#anyway.......i would die for them #my writing #tsbandau #sanders sides #ts remus #ts janus

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pinkchanelbag · 4 years ago

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hi nia! congratulations for the 1k! i got the emperor :o may i request uncooperative school project partner with armin? but!! my card is reverse <//3 could you make it a little bit angst but with fluff ending? thank you so much!

THE REVERSED EMPEROR — ARMIN + UNCOOPERATIVE PROJECT PARTNER.

the universe really is unfair.

it must be, you think as you push open the library doors. otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.

it doesn’t take much looking around to spot the head of blond hair at one of the tables most visible in the seating area. you have to hold back a scoff—typical. typical armin arlert to sit in a public space the same way he would in a classroom: like he was being graded.

your psychology class term project turned out to be nothing like you expected. you were relying on some paper or essay that you were confident would boost your grade. you know you’re good at that sort of thing. you didn’t expect your professor to throw you completely by turning it into a research-based debate where your grade was determined by how well you went up against your project partner. and of course, of course you had to be paired with the pain in your ass, armin.

the thing is that the class is competitive by nature. the top student earns a spot in a much sought out internship, and for the past three months, you and armin have been dancing around the top score in the class. he always manages to be just a nose ahead of you, and it’s because of that fake, peppy, nice guy attitude that you can’t bring yourself to put on just for a mark. typical.

when you reluctantly round the table and into his vision, his glasses-clad eyes leave his laptop and smile at you.

“y/n! hey, glad you made it.”

you only offer a smile before unceremoniously dropping your bookbag in the seat next to the one you’ve pushed yourself into.

from the peak you took of his screen, you can see he’s already begun research debate topics. of course he’s already deep in it this early in the morning.

that’s why you can’t help but narrow your eyes when rather than getting straight to the work, the blue eyed boy takes a look at his homescreen for the time before looking back at you.

“have you eaten?” he asks. you offer a questioning huh?

“have you had breakfast? there’s a little coffee shop down this hall—we can grab something before we get started?”

it takes more effort than you care to use to keep the suspicious look off your face. you want to say no, get it over with, but you really are fiending for some coffee. you stayed up finishing a response paper for another class while also editing your friend sasha’s essay. your eyes barely have the energy to maintain their own grumpy expression.

“sure,” are your first words to him that morning. they’re injected with the softness of your own attempt to drop your hackles. bane of your existence or not, the guy is just asking for coffee.

you correct yourself soon after—offering you coffee. you stand with lips parted and your debit card in hand as armin pays for both your drinks, plus the little snacks he’s added on.

“you didn’t have to...” you begin. he looks back at you with a blinking face as if he doesn’t understand.

“oh, it’s fine.” and that’s the only explanation he gives before he turns back to take the receipt. and then he’s carrying the two coffees plus the paper bag of food back to your seats himself, and it’s strange that you should be the direct target of his too-niceness. it unnerves you, irks you. every time you inhale to say something and you catch his attention, and he turns to you with that expectant face and small smile like he’s clueless. like he’s clueless of his own facade. how annoying.

it’s a few a hours in, some time in the afternoon when you pause to rub at your eyes, that you entertain the thought. you watch his eyes scan his laptop screen with furrowed brows, his glasses slipping a little down his face. is it a facade?

no one could be that nice. especially with his course load, and you know it’s heavy. he should be decomposing with stress. but he’s sitting here like it’s the easiest thing in the world. no, that’s not quite right. he is struggling. he yawns and rubs his temples and slumps back in his seat and messes up his sentences from burnout. it’s not that it’s easy—it’s that he doesn’t care that it’s hard.

how annoying.

+ + + + +

you can’t see anything but red.

when your professor dismisses you and armin from the class following the long awaited debate, you’re fuming so hard you nearly slam the door before armin can sneak out of it behind you.

“wha—” armin begins.

“you went easy on me.” the accusation slices through the empty air of the hallway. you whip around to look at him. his glasses are tucked into his hair. his dress shirt is tucked into his blue jeans, book bag thrown on in a hassle to leave the room with you, and his crewneck in a pile in his two hands. you wish he didn’t look so put together all the time. you wish he wasn’t always so nice and proper and handsome looking.

“you literally skipped an entire key rebuttal. what the hell are you playing at, arlert? do you think i can’t hold my own? do you think that i need you to make my life easier like you do for everyone else? i’m not a charity, and if i lose this thing then i’ll have my peace with that more than i would if you gave it t—”

“i didn’t go easy!” armin cuts through your words. his voice is raised and firm, which is the main reason you’re actually brought to silence despite your anger. he grips his crewneck in one hand and stands tall, and he’s earnest in a way you’re not used to. “i know you would never be okay with that. and i want you to get this internship, i think you deserve it, but...i want it too. and i want us to be able to work well and do our best so that regardless of who gets it, we know we did well. that’s why i asked to w—”

and then his face stills.

“you asked to what?” you push. red creeps up into armin’s cheeks, and he huffs before continuing slowly.

“...i asked to work with you. i told the prof i didn’t want it to be anyone else since i’d beat anyone, and because...i wanted you. i wanted to work with you, and against you. i told him i knew it would challenge me.”

he trails off into quiet and stares at the linoleum floors while you mull over his words. challenge him? from your end, it constantly feels like the blonde is dangling your prize just out of your grasp with the way he manages to be so kind, so comforting even when pushing himself to his one hundred. but it’s true for you too that any other person you’d be paired with you’d beat. if anything, the professor would’ve likely made the decision to pair the two of you himself if armin didn’t say anything. but he did say something.

“speak for yourself,” you huff. you cross arms against your chest defensively and kick at the floor, now also staring at it. “i would’ve loved to kill some little wimp in the debate and get my A easy.”

he’s looking at you now. you chance a glance, and that small smile, that small clueless smile that has no idea how kind he really is, is beaming at you again.

“couldn’t let you off that easy,” he says. “but trust that i’ll never give you anything less than a fair fight. deal?” he holds up a hand for you to shake, and you look at him for a few more moments, then at his hand, before unravelling your crossed arms to seal his proposal.

“deal.”

neither of you lets your hand drop as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“wanna get lunch?” he asks.

“we don’t have any more work to do.”

“i know.”

and you accept. and armin tells himself that at some point in the lunch (date?) he’ll admit to you that he missed that rebuttal point because he had zoned out on the way your lips move when you speak.

note: wait i really like this omg....anyway iane I LOVE YOU <3 ENJOY <3

NIA’S 999 EVENT.

#nias999 #nia.armin #nia.txt #armin #armin x reader #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert #armin arlert imagine #armin arlert headcanons #armin headcanons #armin imagine

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i-will-physically-fight-you · 4 years ago

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Gibbous Chapter 9

Chapter Title: The Thought of Fresh Meat Is Making Me Ill

Summary: It was October. A month full of cheer for the macabre. A month where humans gleefully wore the skins of those they saw as monsters. A month that Virgil generally enjoyed. It was the one month out of the year where he felt the most alive. Yet somehow, for this year’s October, he felt dead inside. Like his body had turned into the rotting corpse of a zombie and his soul was somehow still trapped inside.

Pairings: platonic lamp & platonic sleepxiety

Chapter Word-Count: 5503

Warnings: Verbal/Emotional Abuse, Anxiety, Depression, Paranoia, Arguing, Disassociation, Sensory Overload (Yeah this one isn't gonna be a particularly happy one, Virgil Is Spiraling Mentally Big Time)

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Surprise b*tch, bet you thought you saw the last of me! I'm back for my yearly update--this chapter is dedicated to all the lovely comments people have left on previous chapter! Also!! I rewrote a significant amount of Crescent Chapter 3 and added onto Gibbous Chapter 5, the latter you might want to reread as it adds a bit to the opening scene of this chapter.

Chapter title taken from "I know I'm a Wolf" from the Young Heretics!

In books, there was always a perfect, logical sense of progression. Stories were generally told in a three-act structure. The setup, the midpoint and the resolution. The beginning of a story established the protagonist to the reader. It gave you details about their personality, their way of living, their wants and desires. Then the protagonist found themselves upended by an inciting incident.

Something that caused their way of living to never again be the same. Tension grew and grew as they sought to come about a way to continue living. Until it reached a climax, one where after which, they either thrived or withered away. In which case, the story ended as the protagonist returned to a new sense of normalcy.

One that would last until the next inciting incident came along to shake up their world once again.

Once one found this pattern, it was hard to ever see stories the same way again. There were certain things to always expect—things you could decipher before the story’s end. Real life, however, wasn’t quite like that.

Or at least this was what Logan had come to find. Sure, in many ways events in life played out like stories. There was an inciting incident, something that arose tension as one sought to solve the dilemma. It just wasn’t as neatly bound together like a story or even a math equation. Life was messy, complicated—it threw in plot twists or details that critics would claim lazy and unbelievable.

Logan was harshly reminded of this in the case of one Virgil Raine. He couldn’t understand—he was doing everything right, remaining patient and giving Virgil a chance to open up to Logan on his own time. Yet the human shied further and further away, all development he made since working at the library immediately erased. Virgil even shut out all notions of spending time outside work without explanation. It’d been weeks at this point with no result despite the attempts of Logan, Patton and even Remy, who was arguably the closet with Virgil.

Perhaps this was something that should be expected. Virgil rarely spoke about his past, but what little he shared, he had to fend mostly for his own from a young age. Whoever hurt Virgil caused him to believe again he couldn't rely on anyone but himself.

Logan was not a particularly violent person. He'd been ignorantly cruel once upon a time, yes, but even back then he wasn't one to have the urge to kill people. The wolfish part of him begged to differ, as always. His instincts howled at him to find that person and tear them limb to limb. Better yet, they demanded he snatch Virgil away and bring him against his will to the pack, to safety. As much as Logan wanted this, logically he knew Virgil might never fully trust Patton or himself ever again despite their good intentions. Illogically, he couldn’t bring himself to do the one thing he swore he’d never do again, even if it was for Virgil's safety.

He pondered this, sitting in front of a mountain of paperwork. It was late, too late for him to still be at the library. He couldn’t bring himself to move from his desk, not until he figured something out. He gnashed sharpened teeth in agitation, gripping his hair with claw-like fingernails. It didn't help that normally this time of the month, his cognitive thinking skills were usually in a different state of being. If he wasn't careful, the cleaning staff might find a wolf rampant in the library the next morning.

His phone rang just then, some meme-related ringtone Roman picked out that he’d found funny. Logan snatched it up and answered it.

“Patton, listen, I will be home soon I am just finishing up—”

“I’m not Patton,” The person on the other line cut in, “It’s me, Remy.”

“Oh,” Logan cleared his throat, thrown off by this revelation, “is something the matter?”

“Yeah, something’s the matter alright,” Remy said, his voice hoarse, “I fucked up big time with Virgil.”

It was October. A month full of cheer for the macabre. A month where humans gleefully wore the skins of those they saw as monsters. A month that Virgil generally enjoyed. It was the one month out of the year where he felt the most alive. Yet somehow, for this year’s October, he felt dead inside. Like his body had turned into the rotting corpse of a zombie and his soul was somehow still trapped inside.

He supposed it had something to do with how September slipped from his fingers much in the way that his phone slipped from Jerad’s fingers. Falling all the way down, down, down, breaking upon the asphalt below into a million tiny pieces. Tried as he might, the memory haunted him in the waking world as well as his dreams.

Only, in his dreams, sometimes it was him that fell to the ground. Like a shoddy version of Humpty Dumpty. Remy, Patton and Logan would try to fix him to no avail. They’d always leave, scoffing that it wasn’t worth it. He couldn’t cry or reach out towards them, begging for them to return. He could only lay there, broken and bleeding, watching as they abandoned him. Sometimes Roman showed up to gloat, mocking him for thinking they ever cared for him.

The worst thing about it? He knew it was going to happen in real life. It was only a matter of time. Even Jerad knew this.

“C’mon, you really want to hang out with them and not me, your friend?” Jerad scoffed, “what have they done for you? Have they helped out you when you couldn’t pay rent? Replaced your shitty phone for the best smartphone out there?”

“Well no but—”

“Face it, V-Man, they’re using you. They set you up with a new job, making you beholden to them and it’s sickening! They don’t actually care about you. Once they’ve had their fun jerking you around, they’ll just throw you out with the garbage. And I don’t want you coming to me, bawling like a baby, when it happens!”

As much as Jerad was a jerk, Virgil knew deep down he was right. He’d been so ecstatic at their displays of friendship, he didn’t even stop to consider it was all a façade. Maybe they themselves thought it was real, that they actually cared for him. But eventually they’ll realize the truth. That he’s a loser and nothing more.

Or maybe they already knew the truth and were merely toying with him. Virgil was just a human, mortal through and through. Remy, Patton and Logan were all near-immortal, unkillable save a well-placed piece of silver and a stake of wood in Remy’s case. At least with Jerad, he was honest. He knew Virgil was a loser and made it clear he only hung out with Virgil because it was better than nothing.

Jerad had been nice to Virgil lately—or nice as Jerad could be at least. He’d insisted on occasionally giving Virgil rides to and from work. An offer Virgil couldn’t refuse—no matter how hard his heart thudded against his chest with Jerad’s sharp swerves and his blaring car radio. He taken to asking about Virgil’s day even, asking where he’d been and what he’d been doing. He even took Virgil out to bars and clubs in an attempt to get him to loosen up.

Virgil wanted to tell him he’d rather set himself on fire than willingly enter a noisy nightclub. However every time his lips went to form those words, he found himself saying yes always. So that was how he found himself dissociating in a noisy nightclub, holding onto a pink-colored alcoholic beverage he faked taking a sip from.

A hand knocked jokingly against his forehead. “Yo, Virgin!”

Virgil blinked, his gaze blearily onto Jerad. It was hard to concentrate with all the flashing lights and loud music. He wanted to crawl underneath his beloved purple fleece blanket in his dark, silent bedroom and never leave. But he couldn’t leave just yet. Jerad had been nice to take him along to the club. If he’d asked leave now, he’d get upset. He knew eventually Jerad would get upset at him for something, but he preferred to delay that as long as possible.

“Yeah?” Virgil mumbled, curling his fingers tighter around the alcoholic drink that had been hoisted upon him. Jerad knew he didn’t like alcohol—it was something he ridiculed Virgil about constantly. He always insisted on Virgil drinking, saying he’d stop being a pussy and man up eventually about it.

“Are you high or something? You looked like you were seeing into the third dimension or something.”

Virgil shrugged. Jerad laughed at that, patting him on the back. Virgil tensed from each thud of Jerad’s hand, but he did not flinch or move away. It was a friendly gesture on Jerad’s part. If he wanted to really hurt Virgil, he would’ve put more force behind it.

“Probably not! You’re too much of an anxious wimp,” Jerad said, downing the contents of his drink, “but let me know if you ever get man enough to try it—your good friend Jerad has connections.”

“Okay.” Virgil said, his voice sounding far off in the distance to his own ears.

Jerad laughed again, and then started rambling about something probably among the lines of his most recent hookup, his parents being jerks for not giving him a new sports car or the latest college professor he deemed a complete idiot. Virgil stared at him, nodding all the right moments yet barely processed any of the words being directed his way.

Even with lungs filled with air and a warm beating heart, Virgil felt nothing. He was nothing. A worthless sentient waste of space. Like an ugly mutt nobody wanted that should be euthanized to end its miserable existence.

His phone—the replacement one Jerad gave him—vibrated in his pocket. A text, no doubt from one of the others. The fourth one this night. Virgil’s hand twitched, refraining from looking at it in the presence of Jerad. Virgil didn’t feel like losing a second phone within a month of the first.

“Um, hey,” Virgil interrupted, wincing, “I gotta go use the bathroom, is that alright?”

“’Is that alright?’” Jerad mimicked in a high pitch tone, “Dude, is this elementary school or something? You want a hall pass? Me to hold your hand the whole way there?”

Virgil stared at him.

Jerad rolled his eyes, “Go ahead, whatever. I don’t care if you take a dump, just be quick with it.”

“Thanks.” Virgil bit out, running off before Jerad could change his mind.

He twisted and pivoted around the crowd of sweaty, glistening bodies wearing skimpy clothing. The bright neon lights and loud music warped around him like something out of a nightmare. Eventually he made it to the restrooms and locked himself in the nearest stall. The pulse of his heart roaring in his ears, he drew the phone of his pocket.

Four New Text Notifications from Patton

Patton: [Image of a black cat that looked approximately a year old. It appeared to be nestled close to Patton’s chest, staring up at the camera in wide-eyed stare.]

Patton: Look at what I found on my evening walk! Isn’t she the cutest??

Patton: I’m trying to convince Logan to let me keep her. Maybe you can come visit tomorrow and meet her??

Patton: It’s ok if not! I know you’ve been busy and I want to let you know I’m here for you, you can come to me about anything okay?

Virgil’s vision blurred a bit. He didn’t understand it. Why hadn’t Patton given up already? It’s been weeks since he’s sent Patton a text. He’d been terrified, too, really. And in the few times he ran into Patton at the library, he made excuses and scurried the other way.

Logan was at least kind enough to exchange a few pleasantries and keep their verbal interactions work-oriented. And Remy? They still delved deep into discussions about their taste in music but there was an awkward unspoken agreement not to bring up what happened that one morning. Virgil also shied from hanging outside of work, hoping Remy would eventually forget about him. It seemed to be working; Remy hadn’t offered to hang out in about a week or so.

But Patton? Patton seemed determined to stay in contact with Virgil, sending his dumb silly memes and cute animal videos. He sent good morning and good night texts, while making sure Virgil knew he could respond to them on his own time. On one hand, it made sense—this was the same Patton who saved a complete stranger’s life for literally no reason. On the other hand, he wished Patton would give up. It would made things easier, make it hurt less for everyone.

His phone buzzed with a new text notification.

Jerad: Dude, did you fall in or something?

Virgil swallowed, wiping away any stupid tears running down his face. As he typed a response to Jerad with shaky hands, the bathroom door slammed open, banging against the wall. He almost dropped his phone in the process, silently cursing at how close he’d been to breaking yet another phone.

Several loud booming voices filled the bathroom, peppered with obnoxious laughter every half second. Virgil shut his eyes, resisting the urge to cover his ears also in the process. The noise was too much. It was too much in the club outside, but all those voices echoing off the small crammed walls of the bathroom made Virgil want to scream.

The door creaked open yet again, the voices venturing away from Virgil. Good, they were leaving so Virgil could finally self-destruct in peace. Or so he thought, as a set of footsteps stopped abruptly, wavering. The club music blasted from the doorway, drowning out whatever discussion took place.

Then the door swung shut, the roaring club music muted once more. Virgil waited, breath catching in his throat as the single set of footsteps took a couple strides towards him. Oh god, this was how he was going to die, wasn’t he? This was probably some serial killer with an obsession of killing people in night club restrooms.

This was, of course, the moment his phone started vibrating in his hand. A call. Someone was calling him in the final moments of his life. Virgil looked down at the caller id; Remy. His heartrate spiked, dancing so painfully close to what a heart attack must feel like. Why was Remy calling him? Was he at last going to tell him he was done with Virgil forever?

Virgil almost wanted to ignore the call. But then he glanced at the black boots hovering near his stall and gave it a second thought. If this was going to be how his life ended, it’d probably be best to say goodbye to someone at least. Sucking a breath in, he pressed the green phone icon and held the phone to his ears.

“Hi?” He whispered.

“Hey Virgil,” Remy said, echoing oddly in Virgil’s ears, “what are you up to tonight?”

Virgil glanced down at the black boots menacingly close to his stall, “Umm, I’m just home, chilling.”

“That’s a lie, Hon. I know you’re hiding in a stall of this bathroom.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Virgil couldn’t breathe.

Remy sighed, sounding so similar to the person outside the stall, “Please, let’s talk face to face, alright?”

This was some sort of trick to lure him out of the stall, wasn’t it? Still, with the hand not clutching tightly to his phone, he reached out and unlatched the stall door.

Remy stood there, expression hidden under his black shades. His hair was slicked back with gel, shimmering with a glitter of some sort. He wore his iconic black leather jacket with a black crop top underneath. His whole outfit was black, in fact, down to his ripped jeans and the ankle-length boots. Virgil had seen him wear something similar before to a college event he’d taken Virgil to.

“W-what are you doing here?” Virgil demanded.

“I could ask you the same,” Remy responded, eyebrows raised above his shades, “this isn’t your scene, Virge. What are you doing here?”

“I’m not answering unless you answer.” Virgil said, trying to ignore how much he sounded like a toddler.

“A few of my homies from the art program wanted to celebrate the end of mid-terms. This is the night club most of the college body hangs at.” Remy crossed his arms.

“And how did you know I was in here?”

“A few keen observations,” Remy mustered a thin smile. He tapped his nose for emphasis before drawing his finger close to his lips. Virgil’s eyes widened in understanding. Vampire senses, then. “But mostly, I’d recognize those faded converse of yours anywhere.”

“O-oh.”

“I answered your question, now it’s your turn, Virge.”

“I…” Virgil said, the rest of his words strangled in his throat. His phone buzzed in his hand; another impatient text from Jerad no doubt. He didn’t bother to look at it, choosing to focus on taking a breath in rather than going unconscious from a lack of oxygen.

He could tell Remy the truth. That he’d gone with Jerad—his roommate whom he used to complain to Remy about all the time. But then Remy would ask why he was with Jerad and then—well. Then Virgil would have tell him what happened the time he found him the night his phone broke and well, Virgil wasn’t ready for that. He couldn’t tell Remy about his humiliating mistake.

“I…went here to have a good time completely by myself.” Virgil withheld himself from wincing because wow that didn’t sound weird or suspicious in the slightest, “So you can go catch up with your friends or whatever, I’m good hanging out right here.”

“Right here, in the restroom?”

“Yeah.”

“Honey,” Remy said, his voice washed with some emotion Virgil couldn’t identify, “Let’s ditch this shithole and go somewhere else.”

“W-what—but your friends—” Virgil stammered.

“—will be fine without me. N-G-L they’ll probably too trying to give themselves alcohol poison even realize I’m gone,” Remy shrugged his shoulders, “besides, you don’t seem as gucci as you say you are in here and it’s been a while since we really hung out hung out, y’know?”

Virgil stubbornly directed his gaze away from Remy, jaw tightening. It had to be okay, didn’t it? Jerad was most likely to get too drunk to even coherent colors, let alone that Virgil slipped off without him. Maybe he wouldn’t be mad. Maybe he wouldn’t fly into a rage and come close to hanging him off a balcony. Besides Remy would be even more suspicious if he said no.

Virgil sighed, holding the home button on the phone until it shut off completely. That way he wouldn’t have to deal with Jerad calling him, demanding to know where he’d disappear off to, despite ditching Virgil all the time without warning.

“Alright, fine.”

Remy smiled, his teeth looking a little too sharp for Virgil’s liking. Wordlessly he turned aside and reached for the bathroom door.

Virgil swallowed, shoving the phone in his pocket to be forgotten about. Tried as he might, he still flinched as lively blare of the club’s music and flashing lights greeted him with full force. He froze, cowering before the threshold of the door. A hand landed on his shoulder, soft and gentle.

“Virgil?” Remy asked, his brows furrowing together.

Molten lava settled in the pit of Virgil’s stomach—pity. That was the expression on Remy’s face he couldn’t identify at first. He didn’t want pity; Virgil knew what pity meant. He didn’t want pity of any kind, it reminded him too much of the foster parents that looked at him like he was some feral dog that could be whipped into obedience. And sure, Remy had never hurt him but it didn’t mean Virgil forgotten about that morning spent at Remy’s dorm a month back.

Eyes lit up with a burning, controlled fire. Words hissed through a clenching jaw, “Tell me their name and I’ll beat them up for you.”

If Remy was willing to hurt who he deemed as threats to Virgil, who’s to say he wouldn’t be willing to hurt Virgil? To reprimand Virgil, to let him know how much of an idiot he was being? It sounded absurd, even now, because he’d known Remy for almost a year. Remy had plenty opportunities up to now to do something and hadn’t. Yet he was a vampire; years were nothing to him. He had plenty of time to wait for Virgil to slip up in some way and make his irritation known.

And Virgil knew by now to expect the other shoe to drop in a relationship—it was why he distanced himself, isolated himself to solely to work and his cramped little room at the apartment. He was foolish to believe Remy, Patton and Logan were different. Logan and Patton especially—what was he thinking? Patton saved him, sure, but Logan had been hellbent on locking him in their basement for the eternity of time. Why had ever he allowed himself to accept their apologies, to believe something was going right in his life for once?

“I’m fine.” Virgil snarled, shoving himself forward. It was like marching into a warzone, the music assaulted his ears and rattled uncomfortably against his chest cavity. He grimaced, keeping his eyes towards the floor, away from the flashing lights. He stopped a bit before the ocean of bodies that stood between them and the entrance.

He knew if he looked up, he could make out the back of Jerad’s shirt from his spot at the bar. Stupid, this was so stupid. Why had he allowed himself to get talk into this by Remy? There was no doubt in his mind that Jerad would catch him trying to leave and rightfully demand why he was ditching him for Remy. It was a shit thing to do, after all.

Friends don’t ditch one another without explanation. Jerad left him, sure, but he always had an explanation after the fact. Virgil didn’t think Jerad would like his explanation very much. Especially when it involved Remy, one of the people Jerad had been trying to warn him about.

A hand gracefully looped itself around one of his own, tugging him off to the side rather than through the crowd. Virgil looked to see Remy guiding them towards a set of doors, ones clearly marked for employees only.

“Remy—”

“Shhh, this is a faster way outta here, trust me.” He said, flashing a smile. Perhaps it was meant to be comforting but for Virgil it only caused his stomach to churn.

Right before they made it to the doors, an employee materialized in front of them. “Excuse me, sirs, you’re not allowed back here—”

“Cindy, gurl, remember me, Lansing? Worked here last summer? Do you remember, yeah?” Remy lowered his shades to take a look at her. Virgil peered behind him, unable to view Remy’s face. He could see Cindy’s face, however. Her face pinched up in confusion, frowning, before abruptly smoothening out with a wide grin stretched from ear-to-ear. She looked right at Remy, her gaze shifting entirely off of Virgil as if he no longer existed.

“Lansing, oh! Oh yes, I remember.” Cindy said, with a high-pitched laugh. Virgil shrunk further back into Remy’s shadow, squeezing Remy’s hand tightly. Something was wrong and he didn’t like it. Remy never mentioned working as a bartender—and that wasn’t quite something Remy would be quiet about. Virgil could just picture the outrageous bartending stories he’d have if that was the case.

Remy laughed along with her, light and airy.

“Good, then can ya do a fellow former co-bartender a favor and let us slip through, just this once?”

“Gurl, of course, just if you caught don’t let Gregory know I was the one that let you pass.” She leaned in conspiratorially, face twitching a bit.

“Oh don’t worry, you won’t see us again, in fact forget that you even saw us. I’d love to stay and catch up, but I bet you have things to do.”

She laughed again at that. “Yes, of course. It was nice seeing you, Lansing, but I have to go.”

Cindy hurried off, quickly dissipating through the crowd. Virgil blinked; what the fuck? What the fuck was that—

He didn’t even have time to process the encounter before Remy led them into the dimly lit back hallway of the nightclub. Whether it was a faster way out of the nightclub was debatable. For all his talk about previously working there, Remy seemed just as lost as Virgil in the winding hallway. He led them one direction, only to immediately pivot down the other way.

Remy wasn’t talking. Remy was always talking endlessly, as if speaking was as vital as oxygen to him. He was terrible at whispering too—something Logan would get on him about at the library. That was why he was usually stuck on front desk duty to speak with patrons, helping out at events or doing organizational work in the back office. For Remy to be this silent, like the brooding calm before a storm, well. Virgil’s lungs wanted to seize up right then and there.

Eventually, they made to a door that opened out to an alleyway, right where the night club kept its dumpster. The moon gleamed from her perch in the sky, nearly full but not quite. Like a cookie with a bite taken out of it. Virgil knew there was terms for the different phases of the moon. His mother loved taking him out to see the night sky. She’d point out the constellations and tell him what phase the moon that night was.

He wished he could remember, for her sake, what they were. Considering he knew actual werewolves, you’d think he pay better attention to it. But it was a topic Virgil never felt brave enough to venture and one that neither Patton nor Logan opened up much on their own about.

He stared at the moon, transfixed, that he almost forgotten the reason he was outside in the first place. Not until Remy murmured something before attempting to lead him off somewhere. The gaping dread from moments prior seized hold of him once more.

“No!” Virgil snapped, yanking his hand out of Remy’s grip. He stumbled backwards a few steps, slamming himself into a wall of the building in the process.

“Virgil?” Remy asked, frowning as he took a step forward.

“What the hell was that back there?”

“What do you mean—”

“Don’t act stupid!” Virgil demanded, taking a shaky breath, “That lady—Cindy—you did something, I—I don’t know, she was acting weird! And—and you were acting weird! So I’m asking again; What. The Hell. Was. That?”

Remy stared at him, his breath hitching, “Virgil, I was just trying to get you to a quiet place ASAP before you—”

“You’re still not answering the question.” Virgil cut in, his intestines tightening themselves into knots over it. Because maybe this was just a classic case of Virgil paranoia striking again. Maybe he really was driving himself into a panic attack over nothing. Maybe he was accusing Remy unjustly.

Yet, if that was the case why would Remy flinch if Virgil struck him physically with his words?

“Virgil,” Remy said slowly, “I need you not to panic and hear me out, ok?”

Virgil’s heartrate accelerated. Not panic, not panic?! What did Remy expect but for him to panic at those words?

“Okay.” Virgil said, definitely panicking.

“What have you’ve heard about vamps?”

“That they—you drink blood. And your reflection doesn’t show up in mirrors—and—and if you get bitten by a vampire, you’ll either turn into one or get mind controlled.”

“All technically true, well I mean—there’s a fuck-ton more to the turning process than that—” Remy cut himself off, “That’s beside the point. The point is, what you call mind-control, we call ‘enthralling.’ Enthralling is…”

“Is what?”

“Enthralling is, well. It’s a form of hypnosis. Anyone enthralled by a vampire is mostly aware of it and the least likely they are to follow a vampire’s suggestions, the more likely they are to fight against the hypnosis. And it can be activated through eye-contact which is what I did to Cindy.”

Virgil couldn’t breathe. Suddenly pieces were slotted together in mind, forming a picture Virgil never wanted to envision. That faint but visceral memory of Remy with red eyes, the natural charisma Remy held with anyone he met, how Remy managed to steal confidential information from Virgil’s employee file in the back office of Kirby’s Burgers—all of it. He thought Remy, out of anybody, was safe. Past his sassy, laidback exterior, Remy was honest, willing to speak his mind about anything and everything.

If Remy enthralled a complete stranger without blinking an eye—who’s to say he wasn’t above doing it to Virgil? Who’s to say he hadn’t enthralled Virgil into being his friend? Who’s to say Virgil wasn’t an oblivious mouse in a game of cat and mouse? Oh gods, this had just confirmed all of Virgil’s worst fears and more.

“Virgil—” Remy said, reaching out, his eyes hidden beneath his shades. He continued speaking, a mumble jumbo string of excuses probably. Virgil couldn’t stand to stay around and listen to it.

“Stop—just don’t—” Virgil stuttered, taking one step and then another towards the open sidewalk. What was just a few steps then became a few hundred until he found himself leaning against the door to the apartment, hands shaking to slot the key to unlock it.

A few more steps he was inside, the usual musty smell an unexpected comfort. He sat on the couch, seconds stretching into eternity. He half-expected Remy to have chased after him, demanding Virgil to listen, why couldn’t you just listen, you’re so stupid no wonder you’re pathetic—

Virgil blinked a few times, his eyes burning with some sort of irritation. For some reason, Remy let him go. He couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing. His head ached and so did his ears for some reason.

Jerad entered the apartment a few millennia later. Virgil froze at the rattling doorknob, his hand clutching onto his phone in his pocket.

“There you are, you fucker!” Jerad drawled, stumbling over in a drunken stupor. His hand moved towards Virgil, but not with a closed fist. Instead he patted him on the back like earlier, “I can’t believe you did it! You finally got the balls to go and hook up with somebody! I guess I can’t call you Virgin, now huh?”

“Uh-huh,” Virgil murmured, not correcting him on that assumption. He sat there, a bit of tension draining from him. Jerad wasn’t mad for abandoning him. Jerad was still a jerk, but at least Virgil mostly knew what to expect of him. It wasn’t ideal, but that was life. It was better to deal with the devil you knew, then the devil you didn’t know. Virgil was stupid to have ever thought otherwise.

“My parents are being such dicks at the moment,” Jerad said, precipitously changing topics as per usual of him, “sometimes I wish I didn’t have to wait until they were dead to take my inheritance and do what I want to do, y’know?”

Virgil didn’t really know. Did his parents leave him money? They had to have had some sort of savings stashed away. A life insurance of some sort, right? It wasn’t like they were poor. He never thought about inquiring into that. Jerad accidentally slapped Virgil across the arm with a huge hand gesture, still ranting about something. Maybe it wasn’t an accidental hit.

Virgil didn’t know. His tether on reality felt weak, like a balloon close to floating away into the stratosphere. He almost wished he could float away, but the weight in his chest said otherwise. Jerad passed out not long after his rant, slumped half on the floor and half on the sofa. Virgil took this opportunity to slip into the comfort of his bedroom and turn on his cellphone once more.

Seventeen new text notifications and five missed calls from Jerad greeted him, along with one new text notification from Logan. He clicked on Logan’s and his conversation, staring at Logan’s text at the bottom of it.

Logan: Virgil, Remy wanted me to inform you that he is taking a leave of absence from work. Please let me know if you need to take a leave of absence as well or need to confide in somebody as a friend, Patton or I would be happy to listen.

Virgil stared at it some more. Then he tapped out a short response, set the phone on the stool that was his makeshift nightstand and collapsed headfirst into his mattress.

Virgil: K thanks, I’m fine

A/N: Hope everyone is doing well, if you enjoyed the chapter please consider leaving a comment--it's completely free and helps me out as a fanfic writer a ton! I'm technically not in the Sanders Sides fandom anymore, but I still have a lotta fondness for this fic and I will finish it, even if takes me ten years to do so :') -Kat

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All for You | 4 ➸ Brady Tkachuk and Matthew Tkachuk

thank you all so fucking much for all of your kind words and support and love. i though about making an epilogue type of part to tie up loose ends, if that’s what you guys want. let me know?

A week after Matthew walked out on you at the arena, his teammates show up at your door, dragging their wreck of a teammate to the only one he wants - but refuses - to see: you.

word count: 3.5k+

warnings: alcohol, using alcohol to cope, mentions of sex, quite a bit of angst

part one

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part five

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The moment the vibrating starts on your bedside table you know that something’s wrong. The Caller ID reads Noah Hanifin. You should have deleted his number really. Especially after the trainwreck of a game last week. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it, needing some sort of lifeline to Matt.

You watch as your phone stops ringing, revealing the notification for 4 missed calls from Noah and the time: 2:04 am. The screen lights up with a photo of him again, and this time you pick up.

“Hello?” you answer groggily, sitting up to turn on the lamp as you rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Open the door.”

“What?” Your head feels heavy from being woken up in the dead of night. “Noah what are you-”

“Is that Y/N?” you hear through the chaos in the background, and your sleep addled brain faintly registering that the words came from Elias.

“Y/N!” you hear another voice exclaim, and suddenly you're wide awake. “Hi, Y/N, Hanny, dude, tell her she's the most beautiful girl in the world - Hanny listen to me - and her Instagram post was so cute - hey, Hanny!”

You hear more shuffling over the line, and a sharp “Shut up Chucky!” from Noah. Suddenly there’s silence, and Noah’s voice comes out clearer than before.

“Hey,” he says, “We’re bringing Matty up in the elevator, please open the door.”

“Why?” you ask, “He made himself pretty damn clear at the game that he didn't want to see me so -”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Noah interrupts, voice seeping with frustration. “He won't let us take him anywhere but here, okay? He saw you post that photo today and got all sad and mopey when he left practice and then Lindy and I found him like this. He’s been drinking since like 6 o’clock and we barely managed to cut him off like an hour ago and he's a fucking wreck so, please, Y/N, just open the door.”

Maybe that lifeline was a good idea after all.

Cursing under your breath, you reluctantly get out of bed, turning on the lights as you make your way through your apartment. Just as you're swinging the door open, Matt is stumbling out of the elevator, each of his arms thrown around Noah and Elias.

Matt’s eyes light up when he sees you, attempting to escape the grasp of his teammates to rush towards you. “Woah!” Noah says, grasping Matthew’s arm so he doesn't go anywhere. “Dude, relax, you can barely walk.”

You see Matt pout as they get closer, and for some reason the sight makes you tear up. There's something about the way he looks right now, helpless and wide-eyed, being carried by his teammates like a child, that makes your heart ache. When they finally reach your door you try to hide your grimace at the smell of liquor on his breath.

“Hi pretty girl,” Matt slurs with a grin, his head lolling to the side. “Did we wake you up?”

“Yeah,” you say softly, stepping aside to let Noah and Elias practically drag him inside. “That's okay though.”

Matt mumbles something unintelligible as his teammates deposit him on the couch. Noah turns to you when he’s sure Matt won't fall over.

“I'm sorry-” he starts but you put your hand up to stop him.

“It’s okay, Noah,” you reassure him, eyes flickering to the curly-haired boy on your couch. “Is he…?”

“No,” Elias pipes up from beside Matt. “He's the furthest thing from okay, Y/N.” You flinch at his harsh tone, even though you knew he was right. This was your fault. Elias’s expression softens when Noah shoots him a reprimanding glare. “I'm sorry,” he steps towards you, “I didn't mean to-”

“You're right,” you say abruptly, gaze focusing on Matt’s face. His eyes are closed but he's not sleeping, that lopsided grin still on his face. “You're right, Elias. Thank you for bringing him here.”

Noah opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by a complaint from the couch.

“Why are you guys still here?” Matt whines, “I wanna hang out with my girl.” Noah and Elias both glance at you sideways at the last words, but you just sigh.

“You guys can go,” you say softly, “I can take care of him, I got this.”

The two men hesitate for a moment, glancing at each other and seemingly having a silent conversation. They seem to come to an agreement as Elias claps Matty on the back and stands from the couch. You follow the two of them to the door, leaning on it as the two turn to you.

“Guys,” you say, stopping them as they turned to leave. You pause, unsure if you should even ask but- “What did Brady say on the ice?”

Elias inhales sharply, looking at Noah as he attempts to mask the reluctance in his eyes.

“Please,” you whisper.

Noah looks at Elias for a split second before he sighs and his shoulders slump. “He said-” Elias cuts him off before he can finish.

“He said that if Chucky wasn't such a wimp that was afraid of his feelings he could’ve been the one to get the girl.”

You stop breathing.

“That little shit,” you seethe, curling and uncurling your hands before you punch something. “He's such a fucking instigator I'm going to kill him.”

“Why?” Noah asks, tilting his head in confusion. “I mean, Matty came at him for it but, he’s right isn't he?”

“What?” your head snaps towards Noah, eyes wide in shock. “What are you talking about? Brady and I tested the waters and figured we’d be better as friends. He started a fight because he could.”

“No way,” Elias says, “Chucky said-”

“He would have known if he just listened to me!” Noah steps back at your exclamation, glancing to each side down the empty hallway. Your voice drops to a hoarse whisper, “He would have known if he stayed in the fucking trainer’s room and let me explain!”

“You fucked his brother,” Noah reminds you.

“I was in love with Brady, Noah!” you snapped, “That was the point of this whole thing - of everything! And then he told me he loved me out of nowhere!”

Noah scoffs, though he doesn't miss your use of past tense. “It wasn't out of nowhere, Y/N, and you know it. He brought you to games. He brought you to team events. He bailed on us at least once or twice a week to hang out with you. Have you ever even seen him flirt with a girl since you've moved to Calgary?”

“I didn't know what to do! I’m sorry!”

“You don't have to apologize to us,” Elias reminds you, motioning behind you. “He needs you, he's been needing you and I don't - he can't keep doing this to himself. If he's not at practice or a game he's drunk off his ass and even then he can't stop fucking talking about you. God, Y/N, do something and fix this.”

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I'll try,” you whisper. “Thank you for bringing him here.”

The two bid you goodbye, leaving you alone with Matthew for the first time in months.

“Hi Matty,” you say gently as you find your back to the living room. You brush your fingertips against his forehead, pushing his hair back. His eyes flutter open, adoration and sadness practically shining through his gaze.

He reaches for you, making grabby hands until you sit beside him, maneuvering the two of you so that his head was in your lap. He hums contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly.

“I saw your Instagram post,” he says quietly. “With you and the ice cream? I love that place, it reminded me of when I took you when you first moved to Calgary.” You can't help the smile that tugs at your lips as he rambles. “I cried when I saw it. I cry a lot lately.” Your chest aches. “I thought it would be easier by now. I thought it wouldn't hurt as much but -” he cuts himself off. Neither of you speak for a few minutes, sitting in silence as the thoughts whirl around your head.

“Y/N/N?” The use of your nickname has you humming questioningly. He hadn't called you that in nearly a year. Whatever it is you thought he might say, nothing could have prepared you for the next words out of his mouth.

“Why don't you love me?” He doesn't sound sad, but his tone tells you he's given up, and you can feel your heart shatter. You stay silent, unsure of whether or not he even wants you to answer. You know it was the right decision when he keeps talking. “Like, why him? Why not me? I love you, did you know that? You know that. I told you, right? You're so pretty Y/N/N, did you know? And you're funny. So funny. And my friends like you, my friends never liked girls I brought around before you moved to Calgary. I didn't like them either - isn't that weird? I don't know why I even bothered. It was always you. Even when we were kids.”

You freeze your movements at that, holding your breath and waiting to see what he says next.

“I mean, I didn't like, know that, yet,” he continues, words slurring slightly. “I always just thought that like, if you asked, I guess, I don't know. But it's always been you. But you kept picking him and I just wanna know why I wasn't enough for you, you know? Elias keeps telling me I’m being dumb and shouldn't be mean to myself or whatever but like, you're it for me, and I just want you to love me like you love him.”

“Matty…” you start, but you're interrupted by a squeaky hic from Matt. You stare at each other for a moment, before the two of you burst into giggles.

“I have the hiccups,” Matty snickers, one hand coming up to grab yours. He intertwines your fingers together, squeezing as your laughter dies down. “God, I love you. You probably don't wanna hear that huh? Well, I missed you. So much.”

“I missed you too Matty,” you lean down to whisper the words against his forehead, kissing the spot gently. “I wish you would've let me explain.”

“Why?” He asks, scrunching his nose. “You love him don't you? I promised to help you and I-” his tone falters for the first time since he got to your place, and he pulls his hand away from yours. “I did what I promised and I thought - I thought maybe when you saw that I loved you like you wanted him to that maybe you'd realize. I thought maybe if I didn't tell you about Autumn you'd finally see that it was me that loved you this whole time. But then you just, you left when you found out and I - I’m sorry, Y/N. I should have never kept it from you. But it's always been him for you right?”

“Not always,” you say quietly. “Not since last year.”

Matt pulls away from you, staggering for a moment from dizziness as he stands up too quickly.

“You can't say that!” he cries desperately, tugging at his hair. “You can't say that to me when you're - when Brady - you and him -”

“Me and him, what, Matty?” you stand up as you ask, taking a step towards him and grabbing his collar to make him look at you. “Me and Brady, Matt, we’re not - I didn't mean for this to happen.”

“I know,” Matt murmurs, eyes flashing to your lips before he squeezes them shut. “I didn't mean for it to happen either.”

“He's still my best friend.” Matthew’s eyes fly open at the statement.

“Wha-what do you mean?” His voice is shaky and uncertain, but there's an unmistakable hint of hope. “Last week - at - at the game?”

You open your mouth to reply, finally say what you've been meaning to for so long and - Matt sways where he stands, his hand flying to cover his mouth as he turns on his heel and runs. You follow him quickly into the bathroom as he falls to his knees in front of the toilet just in time to retch out the contents of his stomach.

You rub his back gently, murmuring sweet things in his ear when his stomach has finally stopped heaving. He coughs a few times before slumping over to the side, head lolling back weakly. You clean him up as much as you can and flush, attempting to help him up. You struggle slightly as his 6’2 frame slumps against you.

“Matty, you gotta help me out here,” you nudge him gently, “I can't carry you, bubs, c’mon, stand up okay?”

He mumbles something about how tired he is, but still stands up as straight as he can. With Matt’s arm around your shoulders, you manage to get him to your bed, letting him slip out of your grasp as he collapses on your bed. You turn to leave the room but a soft groan from your bed stops you.

“Please don't go,” Matt whines softly, grabbing your hand, eyes shut as he lies still over the sheets. “Please.”

“I won't,” you brush his hair away from his forehead affectionately. “I just have to go turn off the lights and get you some water okay?” He hums in acknowledgement and reluctantly drops your hand. You turn off all the lights in your apartment as quickly as you can, grabbing a water bottle from the kitchen and a bottle of ibuprofen before going back to your room.

“See?” you said as you placed the water and pills down on the bedside table. “Not even two minutes.” Matty grumbles “Still too long” under his breath and you snort in amusement. You pull his arm so that he's sitting up on the bed, kneeling in front of him. His eyes flutter open, blurry for a moment before focusing on you. A dopey smile spreads on his face as he watches you take off his shoes and socks.

“C’mon, arms up,” you instruct, rolling your eyes when he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you. “Matt, you have to go to bed, arms up.” He sighs and relents, letting you change him out of his clothes without any more suggestive looks. You manage to get him into a pair of sweats and t-shirt he’d left months ago.

“Is this mine?” he asks tiredly, smiling softly when you nod. “Thanks for keeping it.”

“I don't steal your clothes just for the fun of it you know, I actually wear them?” you tease, pushing his shoulder lightly. He lets himself fall backwards when you do that, sighing as he pulls the sheets over him.

“You'll stay, right?” he whispers into the dark room after a moment. “Even if you kick me out in the morning, and Brady beats me up again, right now just, please don't leave me again.”

“I’m right here, Matty,” you reassure him, scratching lightly at his scalp. “I promise I'm not going anywhere.”

“Y/N/N?”

“Matt, what part of you need to go to sleep don't you understand?”

“I know lemme just -” he rolls over to his side to face you, resting his cheek against the palm of his hand. He stares at you for a few moments, blinking slowly to try and fight the exhaustion. “I'm sorry for fucking everything up.” Before you get a chance to respond, Matt is out cold.

When your eyes flutter open a few hours later, Matt is still dead asleep. It's times like these you're thankful for your body being used to waking up semi-early. You figured while Matt sleeps his hangover away you could make him breakfast, and maybe actually have a long overdue talk.

You're flipping the last piece of french toast when you feel eyes on you. You turn to see Matt standing awkwardly in the entrance to the kitchen. He seems hesitant, closed off, and you notice he’s wearing his clothes from the night before.

“Hey, good morning,” you smile gently at him, “I was just making some -”

“I should go.” The words are abrupt, and they feel more like a knife to the gut than a slap to the face. “I'm sorry about last night, it won't happen again.”

With that he's turning towards the door but really - you've had enough.

“Sit. The fuck. Down.”

He spins around quickly, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. “I really shouldn't be he-”

“No!” you shout angrily, ignoring Matt’s taken-aback expression. You transfer the last piece of french toast to the place and turn off the stove, taking a deep breath. “Do you remember anything about last night?” you ask quietly.

“Not much, bits and pieces.”

“Well you're not walking away from me again,” you hiss, pointing at the dining room table. It’s already set, the only thing missing being the plates of french toast and eggs in your hands. “Sit.”

Surprisingly, Matt does, watching you carefully as you set the plates down and sit.

“Why didn't you tell me about Autumn?” you ask slowly, watching as he tenses, sitting up straight. “Tell me the truth.”

He's silent for a moment, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to get the words out. “I was sick of seeing him hurt you,” he finally admits. “I watched him hurt you for so long, Y/N, I held you while you cried and I - I never want to be the one to make you feel like that.”

“It hurt more when Brady said you knew.” Matt grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turn white. “And then you said that you loved me and - we’d spent so long trying to get me to tell Brady how I felt that I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what else to do except walk away.”

“I know,” he says quietly. “I'm sorry.”

“I know,” you repeat.

Matthew clears his throat, eyes focusing in his lap as he says his next words. “Living without you is the worst thing I’ve ever had to do in my entire life. And I know it’s my fault. It’s all my fault. And I’m sorry.” A tear slips down his cheek and you hesitate for a moment, before reaching out and brushing it away with your thumb. You tilt his head towards you, taking in the defeated expression on his face. He keeps talking. “I should have - I shouldn't have told him for you, I shouldn't have told you that I loved you and I - god, Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry for everything.”

“You didn't let me explain last week either,” you remind him.

“I know,” he says, “He just - he said -”

“I know what he said,” you cut him off, “Matt, when you saw me and Brady in December-”

“I really don't wanna hear about you and Brady’s-”

“Shut up, Matt!” You know you're probably being too harsh on him, but you're so incredibly tired of feeling like there's something - someone - missing, and you need his stubborn ass to just listen to you. “Brady and I are not together.” Matt’s mouth drops open, before he frowns. You know what he's going to say and you speak before he can.

“I didn't just fuck him just because Matt, we were - we were testing the waters, okay?” You pause for a moment to try and discern his reaction. When he says nothing, you take a deep breath and say what you've been meaning to for too long. “It didn't work, Matt. Brady is my best friend but, he's not it for me.”

Matt’s eyes are wide, cheeks reddening with every passing second. He grabs a piece of toast and shoves half the thing in his mouth. He chews for a moment, swallows, and then clears his throat.

“He's...not it for you?” You shake your head.

“And…?”

You laugh, reaching for his hand. “And you are, Matty. It just, it took me a little longer than it should have to figure it out.”

Matt seems frozen in place, unsure of what his next move should be. Instead of speaking he wolfs down the rest of the toast.

“So you mean to tell me,” he stands, pacing in front of you, “that Brady was fucking with me?”

“Of course he was fucking with you,” you said exasperatedly. “It’s Brady. He's a dumbass though so he fucked with you over something that was causing you real pain. I - I was causing you real pain. And myself. And I’m sorry.”

Matt freezes, turning on his heel to face you.

“Say it,” he says, reaching a hand out to you.

A grin spreads across your face as you take it, letting him pull you up until you were standing chest to chest with him. He looks down at you with bright, hopefully blue eyes. He's already leaning down to meet your mouth with his when you say it.

“I love you too, Matty.”

fin (sort of)

#thank you guys so fucking much #matthew tkachuk imagine #brady tkachuk imagine #all for you series #calgary flames #ottawa senators #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #smut #angst

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urlocalbunny · 4 years ago

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F-fluff please. I‘m lacking pre-dating fluff in the game. How about Vampire’s reaction to Eloise giving them affection for the first time, kissing his knuckles, a kiss on the cheek. Or first kissy or hug 🥰 They’re so guarded, emotionally, they must be surprised at least. I need flufffff (I hope this isn’t too vague)

Hello, anonie! Here it is! I hope you enjoy it.

Much loves *smooches ur forehead if you want and let me.*

Aaron:

Eloise was initially training with him. It was a productive night and they'd decided to shower and wrap it up. Eloise rested a little inside the tub, then she decided to drink some hot chocolate.

When she sat in the parlor in front of the fire, Aaron's presence made itself known as he approached her room and knocked. She smiled, waiting for him to pick on her trace. Soon enough, he stepped uncertainly through the stairs and opened the door. He sighed in relief.

"Thought I was passed out somewhere?" He nodded, blushing. She patted the space close to him from inside the thick blanket. He sat down awkwardly given his size, but Eloise grabbed his legs, making him sit comfortably and giving him a cup. "You said you can drink."

Aaron looked into her eyes, then he nodded, taking a small sip. Eloise laughed when his eyes widened, drinking more. A mustache formed on top of his lips. He licked it. The girl, then, did something that had Aaron's heart skipping more than a few beats.

Her hand lifted the blanket, covering him and scooting closer. Her hand held his, kissing his reddened knuckles. "You put a lot of effort into helping me. Thank you, Aaron. I promise I'll do my best to help you out too." Her head rested against his arm. Eloise slept after a while, but Aaron's heart was still beating loudly, more than any bark or howl he'd heard from the packs he's seen.

Raphael:

"But was Werther really friends with Charlotte at all? I mean, he's always seen her under a lover's perspective." This sentence made Raphael's hands shake in distress.

"Miss... Do you mean to tell me you think a man who has always liked a woman has more difficulty to be her friend?" He was thankful for the blindfold because his eyes darted everywhere.

"I mean... If suddenly the love is over, would anything in her seem interesting to him anymore? I think if he tries to befriend her first, it's actually genuine." His hands stopped shaking. He bit back the biggest smile he could muster in a while.

"They could be friends like us." She said, sitting on the armrest and holding the side of Raphael's head tenderly, kissing his forehead. "Then, think of something more from there. But alas, this is merely a book and Charlotte was already betrothed to a man."

"You mean to tell me we... You...?" "You know how to read between the lines, Raphael. I like that about you." With a last kiss on the cheek, Eloise left. Raphael covered his burning face with his hands, squealing and shaking his feet slightly.

Beliath:

Beliath felt the wind whip on his face on the narrow way to the manor after the club. He was buzzing a little, Ethan was talking and he listened to him just fine, but he wasn't answering like he was when they left the club. He laughed at the younger one's joke, seeing the lights on.

The door opened, and a smaller, bouncing silhouette jumped at the door. Ethan snorted in amusement, wishing him a good night and walking past her with a nod. Eloise stepped outside, smiling at him.

"Hey, you're home!" Everything after that went by really fast. Eloise wrapped her arms on his neck, holding him as close as she could while standing on her tiptoes. His heart raced, but he held her back after a little aftershock.

They didn't part ways for a while, and a few seconds in, he knew that if this hug was just a one-time thing, he was going to feel bad for the rest of the days they'd spend together. So he closed his eyes, brows furrowed, and squeezed her tight, making her giggle.

He sighed loudly, resting his face in the crook of her neck when he leaned down a little. Her body was warm, probably from the fireplace, and her smell was so sweet that he wished they would be more. He didn't even get scared anymore. He was in love with her.

Vladimir:

Vladimir was pent up after a few bad events and planning for some party Beliath wanted to host, so when Eloise saw him stomping up the halls to his room, she decided to go after him.

The girl barged in his room, making him frown as if he was about to explode, but she made a surrendering gesture to appease him and he kept it at bay, sighing in exasperation instead. She held his hand that untied his tie, doing it for him instead. He blushed deeply and his eyes widened.

"W-what are you d-doing, miss?" "Helping you out." She said, folding it carefully and putting it on the right place. She walked back to him, and untied his hair. "Sit down." Eloise kneeled on his bed after picking up a brush, starting to detangle his hair softly.

Even if he had the courage to say something, he didn't have the wish to. Her hands worked softly, complimenting his hair and giving him advice. He would've been angry had it been someone else in other situation, but her voice showed nothing but concern.

After that, Eloise wished him a good night, but he held her wrist, leading it to his head shyly. She giggled, the sweetest sound to his ears right now. Even after sleeping, Vladimir's face that looked so angry, for once, looked peaceful.

Ethan:

Ethan was dancing. Eloise and him were together while Beliath did anything else. It didn't matter because Ethan was in a battle on his mind. Something that wasn't on his plans came up in form of butterflies on his stomach.

Eloise was dancing under the blue lights, her hips swayed to the song and her hair flew around, the faint strawberry scent made him dizzy. Except it wasn't dizzy. He was flustered. Eloise noticed him halt his movements and approached him, swinging her head in a goofy way to make him laugh.

He couldn't stop his giggle, forgetting for a second that the sole reason of his problems was approaching him. Fast. He didn't back off, it was too late and would be suspicious.

Eloise smiled at him, holding his hands and clasping them on her waist. He stiffened, but she quickly whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, if you want, we can dance from afar." He was no wimp, so he held her close, feeling her arms slide around his neck.

Ethan didn't know when, but Eloise was close. So close that they did so much as graze their lips together. The shock was so amazing that he didn't know what to do and backed off, asking her if she was crazy. "You leaned in!" She laughed. He just snorted, but his arms didn't budge as they danced.

Ivan:

Eloise was taking care of him. It was hard enough that he made her go through this pain, but she also had to put up with him. Giving him blood, treating his wounds and helping him clean.

Eloise didn't seem to mind as she munched on a big bowl of soup close to his bed, bouncing happily. He observed and made a note on his head: Elo likes Beliath's soup recipe. Ask him about it later.

His eyes examined the soup, trying to see which bits she liked the most and which ones she pushed away, but when his eyes followed the spoon, her big ones looked at him with amusement, munching away. He blushed, lowering his eyes.

Eloise looked at the bowl, then at him, repeated it a few times as if making a choice, then she left the bowl on the desk, lifting the sheets from his body. "Is it time to change the bandages?"

"Not yet. You're almost a hundred percent. You look like you want a hug. Can we?" He stuttered, covering his face, but he scooted over. Eloise smiled, pulling him to her front side and latching her arms around his waist. He could only see the crook of her neck and the side of her soft cheek. His heart pounded like crazy on his chest as he held her back and curled up against her, smelling her perfume. Tears prickled his eyes.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers headcanons #sfwbunny #bunny's writing #moonlight lovers fanfiction #ml aaron #ml ethan #ml beliath #ml raphael #ml ivan #ml vladimir #moonlight lovers fluff

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lloydskywalkers · 5 years ago

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planetary go

me: hey this would be a great time to actually do some of that oc development I’ve been planning for the last two years

also me: lloyd has no good very bad spiderman day

i’ve had this in my drafts for...over a year now, i think?? it’s entirely self-indulgent and i was very much committed to never posting it ever, but it’s oc day, so. maybe i will leave it up for five minutes before hiding it again gdhjkfg

(for background, the oc is Rachel, who’s Brad’s friend from school and a useless nerd, and one day i’ll actually take the ideas i have for her further, but today she’s just a kid who got her hands on an axe)

In theory, bringing Lloyd on their school’s annual planetarium field trip sounded like a great idea. Brad’s been trying to get Lloyd to hang out with them in a normal setting for forever now, and he knows that, as much as Rachel secretly enjoys waving at Lloyd during life-or-death situations because deep down she’s an adrenaline maniac, he also knows she’s been wanting to have five minutes of peace and normality with him as well.

As for Lloyd, Brad’s pretty sure he doesn’t even know what that is, but there’s always time for a learning curve.

Plus, Lloyd deserves it. As soon as Brad managed to get wind that the only education his friend’s had is Darkley’s — which is a tragedy, honestly — he’d started scheming a way to sneak Lloyd into his school. Only for the fun stuff, of course — he’s not about to subject Lloyd to the horrors of Pre-Cal, or AP Physics.

A field trip, though, is perfect. All the fun parts of school, without the actual busy work or potentially anxiety-inducing memories of school hallways. Sure, the planetarium their school insists on visiting is boring as it gets, but it’s still better than math class. It’s a full hour-long bus ride away, too, which means that by the time the teachers or the ninja catch wind what’s happened, they’ll be home free.

(Well, Brad thinks so. If Lloyd didn’t end up clearing this trip with the ninja and snuck out instead, he’s not sure their school bus is up to outrunning a bunch of dragons. It’d be funny to watch, though.)

The point is, it had been a great idea, until Rachel went and fell asleep in the first five minutes. Which would’ve been fine, except Lloyd took one look at her and decided that he liked the idea of being asleep too, so now Brad’s lost two friends to naps, and he kinda needs them awake, because hour-long bus rides are boring.

He eyes the two where they’re sleeping in disdain. Some friends they are. He contemplates shoving them both off the school seats for a second, and watching them sprawl all over the floor like a pair of idiots, but he decides against it. Lloyd’s packing a little too much power, and he’s seen Rachel when she’s angry. Also, he watched the news report this morning, and he knows the kind of night Lloyd had. Brad’s still trying to figure out how he doesn’t have ugly bruising all up the left side of his face, much less a decent night’s sleep.

Nah, he’ll let them sleep for now. He can read Lloyd’s comics in the meantime, since he doesn’t have school books. Brad can be nice, when he wants to. Not that it’s going to make up for the hour long bus ride on his own, but he can suck it up this once, he supposes.

If only that had been the worst of his problems today.

*********

“This is a terrible plan.”

“What do you mean?” Brad’s eyebrows furrow. “This was your plan.”

“Well, yeah, okay, fine, but I mean—” Rachel shrinks in her seat, still rubbing sleep from her eyes as she glances around at her classmates on the bus warily. “I didn’t really think it through,” she mutters.

Brad rolls his eyes. “Kai’s not gonna find out, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Oh, it’s not Kai I’m worried about,” Rachel scoffs. “I figured that out. Lloyd was right, Kai’s just a big softie. It’s Nya you gotta worry about.”

Brad scoffs. “Wimp.”

“Fine, you can face her down when she comes at us with all the wrath of god for hijacking Lloyd for the day.”

Lloyd shifts guiltily where he’s crammed in the seat between them, jacket hood pulled over his head, as it that’s gonna hide who he is. “I don’t have to come, guys.”

“Yes, you do,” Brad immediately responds.

“We want you to come,” Rachel says, emphatically.

“You can’t just ditch us, you’re the only exciting part of this dumb field trip,” Brad adds. “Plus, it’s like, way too late to back out now. We’re ten minutes from the planetarium, you should’ve spoken up earlier.”

“You deserve a normal day out,” Rachel steamrolls over Brad. “You’re coming.”

“Okay,” Lloyd says, still unsure as he glances around. He’s starting to wonder how, exactly, he managed to sleep through the better part of this trip. The West Ninjago High school bus is chaos incarnate, the high school students crammed in the seats all chattering loudly and occasionally chucking everything from straws to entire notebooks at each other.

Maybe he should get his reflexes checked, he thinks dully. Then again, it’s not like the school bus is an immediate threat. It’s pretty nice, actually — a lot nicer than the buses they used to have at school the guys taught at, at least.

“We do need to work on your disguise, though,” Rachel mutters, surveying his outfit. Lloyd tugs anxiously on the school jacket Brad lent him, the dark blue fabric scratchy and uncomfortable. Luckily, Brad and Rachel’s school doesn’t require a uniform, so his casual outfit blends in just fine. The jacket’s just a field trip requirement.

Why he’s crashing their field trip, he’s yet to figure out, but they’d made it sound fun, and he hadn’t had anything better to do today, so Lloyd Garmadon’s now Brad’s distant cousin from Metallonia. They haven’t decided on his fake name yet, because Rachel wants to use Luke Skywalker, and while Lloyd isn’t great at going undercover, he’s not that bad.

“Here,” Rachel says, rifling through her backpack. She pulls out a pair of glasses, unfolding them and handing them off to him. “The lenses are fake, don’t worry.”

Lloyd stares at the glasses in his hands. “This is my disguise?”

“Yeah,” Brad nods. “Like Clark Kent.”

“Clark Kent has the most obvious disguise ever.”

“Yeah, but no one ever finds him out.”

“Because it’s the comics. This is my life. Something’s gonna go wrong.”

Rachel doesn’t seem to share his concerns, pushing the glasses toward his face. “Just put them on?”

Lloyd sighs, complying. He slides the glasses on, frowning at the unfamiliar weight. “There,” he grumbles. “How do I look?"

Brad snorts, but he gives him a thumbs up. Rachel turns a weird color and coughs quickly, before saying what Lloyd’s pretty sure is “they’re alright”.

He’ll take it.

“So I’m good to go?” he asks, glancing at the teacher up front anxiously.

Brad and Rachel stare at him. Lloyd isn’t a fan of the looks on their faces.

“Well, you’re gonna have to…talk with your mouth closed a little more,” Brad winces. “The uh, the teeth.”

Lloyd shuts his mouth tightly. Right. His genetics.

“And um…” Rachel bites her lip. “Is there any way you could, like…turn the brightness down?”

Lloyd frowns. “The what?”

“The uh—“ Rachel gestures to her own dark brown eyes. “The eyes.”

Lloyd folds his arms, glaring at them. “This is part-human discrimination.”

“It is not—“

“Yeah, the only part we’d discriminate you for is the lame part—“

“We’re just trying to make sure no one figures out you’re a big ninja celebrity!”

Rachel immediately claps a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. Lloyd sinks lower into his seat, and Brad cringes.

“Sorry,” Rachel whispers.

Fortunately, no one else seems to have overheard, or they simply just don’t care. Lloyd straightens up a bit, still wary, but he uncrosses his arms.

“Yeah, I get it,” he sighs. He closes his eyes, focuses briefly on the thrumming power that’s always in his veins, then opens them.

Rachel looks guilty, and Brad snorts.

“They’re, um, they’re red now.”

Lloyd bites back a curse. “Darn it.”

By the time they reach the planetarium, Lloyd’s finally got his eyes to stay a color Rachel says could be normal, and Brad says is lame. Lloyd’s eyes are itching, and he’s starting to have seconds thoughts about this, because the kids in the seat across from him are giving him weird looks.

“D’you think they recognize me?” he asks Rachel under his breath, pulling his hood back up over his head.

Rachel looks over, and her lips pinch. “I don’t think so,” she says. She gets a weird look on her face. “I think they just…like you.”

“Like me?” Lloyd frowns. “They don’t even know me. I haven’t even said one word to them.”

Rachel stares at him, the weird look replaced by a blank one. “Lloyd.”

“Yeah?” he blinks.

“Never mind,” Rachel sighs, and Brad snickers. “Hey, we’re here.”

Lloyd’s stomach does a little flip, which is ridiculous, because he’s faced things ten thousand times more terrifying than a field trip. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s got a miserable track record with disguises, and really just acting in general?

Yeah, that could be it, Lloyd thinks. He never could pull off accents, unless you wanted like, an Oni one, which was useless anyways, because any Oni would probably just kill him for being a blood traitor on the spot, and anyone else who heard it would go running for the hills, or lock him up, or—

“—c’mon, Lloyd, we’re going!”

Lloyd snaps back as Brad shoves at him, forcing him out of the seat and into the aisle. He stumbles in with the other high schoolers crammed in the bus, all fighting to get to the front exit first, and is immediately onset by claustrophobia.

“Move it, people, come on—” Rachel shoulders her way past him, shoving the people in front of them until they’re stumbling forward, gradually thinning up the crowd. “I hate this bus,” she grumbles beneath her breath. “It’s like a mosh pit, but without any of the fun."

“I can start kicking kneecaps in,” Brad offers.

Rachel glances back at him, unimpressed. Lloyd considers it briefly, before quickly schooling his expression into “unimpressed” as well. Brad deflates.

Rachel finally gets them out by sheer value of being taller than most of the other kids, and Lloyd can’t help but be grateful as she tugs him in front of her, letting him escape the bus first. This last about half a second, because he immediately comes face-to-face with their teacher.

“Uh. Hi,” Lloyd says, weakly, as the teacher frowns at him.

“I don’t remember you,” he mutters glancing down at his clipboard, where he’s been checking off students. “Do you sit toward the back?”

“Ah, no, sorry, he’s with us!” Rachel says quickly, coming to his rescue. “He’s a visitor, just checking out the school, y’know?”

The teacher narrows his eyes. “Is that so,” he says, and Lloyd shrinks under his gaze. “And you’re who, now?”

“He’s my cousin,” Brad answers for him. “Luh — Floyd. Floyd…Calrissian?”

Rachel makes a muffled sound of agonized exasperation. Lloyd has to violently stifle the urge to stomp on Brad’s foot.

“Yeah, Floyd,” Brad nods, steamrolling ahead. “He lives out of city, in, um…“

“Ignacia,” Lloyd says, seizing on the name.

“Ignacia, yeah!” Brad snaps his fingers. “You know how it is there, real small town. He’s checking out schools here, so I thought I’d…bring him along…for the day.”

The teacher stares at them all for a beat, then shakes his head, looking uninterested. “You’re supposed to check him in, you know, but we’re already here. Nothing for it now. Keep an eye on him, Tudabone. Miss Lennox, you keep an eye on them both.”

“Yes, sir,” Rachel says, ignoring the face Brad’s making. “Thanks, sir.”

She seizes both their arms, dragging them away before Brad can make any kind of undoubtedly snarky remark. Lloyd’s too relieved to be out of the teacher’s stare to complain about being manhandled — he hadn’t realized how much he didn’t like teachers. Real good to know that he’s scarred for life thanks to Darkley’s, apparently.

“I thought you were gonna be from Metallonia,” Rachel hisses at him as they pass through the sliding doors, interrupting his train of thought.

Lloyd bristles. “I blanked, okay? It was the first thing I could think of on the spot. At least I did better than Brad.” He glares at him. “Lafloyd? That’s my name now?”

“It’s better than whatever you could come up with,” Brad shoots.

“Really?” Rachel turns on Brad. “‘Cause — Floyd Calrissian? Seriously? And you gave me heck for wanting to call him Luke.”

“Whatever, Miss Lennox, snooty teacher’s pet—”

“Oh, just ‘cause I didn’t spray-paint the teacher’s lounge—”

“Hey, here’s a fun idea, why don’t you drop it.” Lloyd glares at them both, immediately silencing them. Rachel makes a face, but her cheeks darken, and Brad glances at the floor. Lloyd watches his sneakers on the linoleum, where bright colored solar systems have been inlaid in fun little patterns.

“Lafloyd is a funny nickname,” Rachel suddenly remarks, quietly.

Lloyd stares at her, hoping it conveys the utter, crushing betrayal. Rachel just grins brightly back at him.

“Lafloyd Calrissian, from Metallnacia,” Brad snickers, and Lloyd feels a headache coming on.

At least it’s not Lloydkins, he tries to convince himself. Floyd is not the most awful option here. It could be worse.

*********

The planetarium is actually pretty cool, more so than Brad was selling it as when he termed it “the most boring school trip conceived”. The domed, dark room is quiet and comfortable, and Lloyd could go for a really long nap in here, if time permitted. But then the ceiling lights up in constellations and the teacher starts introducing some visiting Serpentine professor, and Lloyd figures taking another nap would probably be rude. He’s here to hang out with Brad and Rachel, after all, he can’t sleep through the whole thing.

Plus, astronomy is fun, now that he’s getting to actually learn about it from a nice planetarium seat, as opposed to hurtling through space on a nindroid spaceship in a desperate attempt to stop the Overlord from ending the world.

Not that it’s going to stop him from bragging about it.

“I’ve been on an asteroid,” Lloyd remarks under his breathe, as the professor starts detailing the orbital paths of comets. “It’s not as cool as it sounds.”

Rachel chokes where she’s sitting beside him, coughing out what might be a laugh. Brad stares at him, before casting his eyes to the ceiling digging his hands in his hair. “Of course you have,” he mutters. “Why not. Been to six different realms, what’s one asteroid?”

“You’ve been to other realms?!” Rachel hisses, looking equal parts flabbergasted and wildly interested. “Which ones? What were they like? Did you make it to that one that’s supposed to have fire-breathing dogs?”

“Shh!”

All three of them shrink in their seats as the teacher hushes them. Lloyd swaps looks with Brad, who’s already smirking at the familiarity.

Lloyd grins back, a bubble of happiness rising in his chest. His recently-rebuilt friendship with Brad has been slow-going at best — mostly because of how busy Lloyd’s schedule always is — and he’s been quietly fearing that the bridge their friendship was built on might’ve been a little too burned to build back. That there’s too much distance between them now, with how different their lives are.

It’s nice to proven wrong, he thinks. In fact, this entire field trip thing was a good idea, in hindsight. He’s having a pretty good—

The back door slams open with an almighty crash, and several shrieks ring out as a frazzled, deranged-looking man in a stained lab coat stands highlighted in the doorway, one accusing finger pointed toward the Serpentine lecturer.

“And you thought you could escape me, you halfwit snake.”

—oh for crying out loud.

“You,” the lecturer says, his face paling as he takes a noticeable step back. “You’re supposed to be in prison.”

“It didn’t agree with me,” the man cackles, his expression manic under the spiraling lights of the solar system. Brad and Rachel’s classmates are rooted to their seats, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes like some terrible soap opera. Their teacher’s kind of just gaping at the entire thing, like he can’t believe this is happening. Lloyd can completely sympathize.

“Should we call the police?” Brad whispers uncertainly, his eyes wide.

“No way, the police are useless,” Rachel hisses back. “Lloyd, use your zappy power-thing.”

The crazy guy continues before Lloyd can form a response. “So you’ve regressed to teaching now, have you? How the mighty have fallen.” A leer drags up the corners of his mouth, and Lloyd’s hair stands on end. Nope, he doesn’t like that—

“Luckily for you, I perfected the serum even without your help,” the guy continues, and the lecturer makes a strangled sound of horror as he pulls out a syringe. “Or unluckily for you, I should say."

The deranged man then grins, looking entirely too unhinged, and Lloyd’s stomach drops. He’s on his feet before his brain can catch up, ignoring Brad and Rachel’s yelps of alarm as instinct wired into his limbs drives him towards the guy before he can do anything, because Lloyd knows that look and he’s definitely going to do something—

“This is the turning point, old friend,” Crazy Guy hisses. “Now, no one will ignore me, ever again!”

He raises his hand, the syringe glinting in the dim lights of the planetarium. Lloyd puts on a burst of speed, mere yards from the guy, if he can just—

“Lloyd, wait!”

The man slams the needle into his arm, injecting the vivid purple right into his bloodstream. Lloyd reaches him just as the last of the liquid’s draining, launching himself from the top of one of the seats as a student screams, and kicks the syringe into an arching spiral away from his arm.

Oh, mistake. Big mistake. The guys gives a loud shriek, and the slight change in air pressure is all the warning Lloyd gets.

He whips back around to the students, eyes wide as he screams a warning. “Get down—!”

There’s a spectacular purple flash, and Lloyd goes flying, hurtling backward and smashing through an entire row of seats. This wouldn’t be so bad, except then his head cracks against something entirely too solid, and Lloyd’s vision goes out in bright, incredibly painful fireworks.

On second thought, this was a bad idea, is his last conscious thought, before the fireworks go dark.

*********

Lloyd jolts back into awareness to a throbbing pain in his head, and a feeling similar to someone trying to tear his arms off. He moans, blinking hazily as sound filters back in with consciousness, the unfortunately familiar sound of panicked screaming and destruction filling his ears.

That’s a bad sign, he thinks dizzily.

“Oh, thank FSM — he’s waking up! Lloyd, Lloyd, can you hear me?”

Brad finishes this last statement by yelling it in his face, and Lloyd flinches back, his head pounding.

“Stop that, you’re hurting him!”

He registers that as Rachel’s voice, coming from near his left side. He cracks his eyes back open, trying to get his bearings, and realizes that he’s being dragged forward. The pressure on his arms must be Rachel and Brad’s grip where they’ve got them slung over their own shoulders, they’re hauling him away from — from what?

“The crazy scientist guy lost it,” Rachel explains, her breath coming in sharp pants. “I think he’s got some big grudge against the lecturer, or something? Like, really intense drama—”

“That’s not the point!” Brad hisses. “He just turned himself into a freaky lizard monster, how are you not focusing on that?”

“Details are important!” Rachel snaps back, flinching as something explodes from behind them.

Lloyd blinks again, trying to get his dazed brain to work with him again. His first thought is, I didn’t know I was Spider-Man.

His second thought is that he needs to get with the program, now.

“Where’d’e go,” Lloyd slurs out as he yanks his arms from their hold, stumbling briefly before he finds his balance. He wavers as a searing pain slices through his head, and he grits his teeth, pressing a hand to his temple as he takes quick inventory. Other than his head, everything else seems to be in working order, he finds with relief.

Which is a really good thing, because it sounds like mutated science guy is about to try and start snacking on high school students like popcorn shrimp.

“He’s still back in the show room, but — Lloyd, you need to sit down,” Rachel says, her hands flitting toward his head anxiously.

“Yeah, you hit your head bad,” Brad echoes, his eyes wide. “I mean, the crack was epic, but you were passed out for like, ten minutes or so, which is bad.”

“M’fine,” Lloyd waves them off, blinking in an attempt to get the room to stop spinning. “Everything’s gonna be fine. Here,” he shoves his phone into Brad’s hand. “Call the guys if I’m not back in fifteen, okay?”

Brad and Rachel stare at him like he’s lost his mind, their eyes wide and faces pale. Which is rude, they could at least try and have some confidence.

“Lloyd—”

“I got this,” he says, and gives them a thumbs-up. Or he’s pretty sure he does, his vision is still doing that weird wobbling thing again. “I do this like, every day, guys. Just get somewhere safe, okay?”

Before either of them can protest, Lloyd takes off sprinting back to the show room, where the worst of the roaring is coming from. He grinds his teeth as another chorus of screams ring out, green light already flashing at his fingertips.

No luck. He’s got no luck at all.

*********

“We’re so dead.”

Rachel doesn’t even respond. She’s just standing there, rooted to the floor while their classmates run screaming past them for the doors, her fists clenched.

“His team’s totally gonna kill us,” Brad continues, trying to stifle mounting panic. “Kai’s gonna roast me alive. We’re gonna die.”

Rachel still doesn’t answer, staring after where Lloyd disappeared, her jaw working.

Brad shakes his head, flinching as another roar echoes from the back. “Let’s go.” They should probably at least honor Lloyd’s final wishes, he thinks, dizzily.

Rachel shakes her head. Brad’s stomach begins to sink.

“Rae, come on,” he implores. “We gotta go, Lloyd said—”

“No,” Rachel cuts over him, and Brad’s stomach finishes sinking right to his shoes. There’s something dangerously stubborn in her eyes. “We can’t just abandon him,” she continues. “Friends don’t leave other friends to fight crazy mutant lizard monsters on their own.”

Brad gapes at her. “Uh, yeah they do, if one friend is a super-powered ninja, and the other two are just average joes!”

Rachel whirls on him, and his sputtering dies in face of her glare. “Brad, it’s just Lloyd, all on his own! And he’s already concussed, he needs our help!”

“What help?” Brad throws his arms out, helplessly. “What are we even supposed to do?! We don’t! Have! Powers!”

A high-pitched explosion echoes from the back, as if to emphasize his point.

“Didn’t you go to a school for evil masterminds?” Rachel snaps back, and Brad flinches. “Use your brain, come up with something!”

Brad sputters at her, but she’s darting off before he can reply, fiddling with something on the wall. Brad fists his hands in his hair in frustration, trying to formulate an explanation that while he did, of course, go to a school for evil kids, he never actually got to the part where they taught him how to fight, much less defeat giant mutated lizards, and he has no idea what to do about it. If they were going to be of any help to Lloyd, they needed to make sure they weren’t giant liabilities, first off, and then they’d have to find out what the scientist had actually done to himself, and if there was a way to reverse it.

“And we’re gonna have to — holy FSM, is that an axe?”

“Yup,” Rachel says, testing the weight and swinging it briefly. “It is.”

“Where did you get an axe?!”

“From the glass box for fires and emergencies, duh.” She swings it again for emphasis, then nods in satisfaction. Brad jumps a foot back.

“Don’t you want to be a doctor?” he yelps. “What happened to ‘do no harm’?”

“That thing is trying to eat Lloyd,” she snaps. “So yeah, I’m gonna do some harm. Are you coming or not?”

Another explosion goes off from the halls inside the planetarium, and two of the kids on the basketball team run by screaming. Rachel blows her breath out, sets her jaw, hoists the axe and takes off after the high-pitched sound of Lloyd’s powers.

Brad looks at the exit, then back at the hallway of doom. He brings his foot down hard, and groans. “I — you — gah, we’re so gonna die.”

He grabs the fire extinguisher and heads after his friends.

*********

On the bright side of things, Lloyd’s managed to get all the high schoolers and their dumbstruck teacher out of the show room, and hopefully they’re now running to safety. He got the poor lecturer out too, even if it was a ridiculously close call and he’s gonna look like a rabid lizard attacked his right shoulder the next two weeks. Now the only ones duking it out in the room are Lloyd and Mr. Crazy Lizard Guy, so the chances of collateral have gone down, at least.

On the significantly less bright side, Lloyd might actually be losing this fight. He’s not sure, because the room’s pretty dark and the only real light is from some distant solar system the ceiling’s still whirling them through — which is really not helping with his headache, or spinning vision — but the fact that Lloyd, trained ninja that he is, hasn’t already obliterated this desk-job half-insane scientist is a bad sign.

As it turns out, fighting half-concussed just isn’t Lloyd’s strongest point. Which is dumb, because you’d think that by now, he’d at least be used to it.

“Infuriating child, why won’t you die—!”

Lloyd yelps, twisting aside as the mutated lizard-guy takes another swipe at him, razor-sharp claws whistling through the air where his head just was. Lloyd powers up a burst of green to retaliate, only to look back up and find that there are now three lizard monsters swimming in his vision, warping and swaying like snakes.

He shakes his head, desperately trying to re-focus, but it’s a fatal hesitation. The next swipe lands solidly against his side, and Lloyd cries out in alarm as he’s sent flying again, slamming into the auditorium seats before tumbling to the floor.

“Ow,” he coughs into the carpet, propping himself up with his arms and trying not to throw up. He’s going to feel this tomorrow — and look it too, probably. Man, the others are gonna kill him—

Scaled claws suddenly slam into the floor next to him, and Lloyd yelps, flinching back and craning his head upwards.

“Next time, know your place,” Crazy Guy hisses through jagged teeth, eyes flashing in deadly intent. Lloyd’s brain slams into panicked instinct, and he grasps at his powers, preparing to blast the entire room—

Thwack.

Lloyd stares with dinner-plate-sized eyes as Rachel appears from nowhere, swinging an axe straight into the mutated man’s raised arm with a wild shriek and a startling amount of force.

“Go to hell, you maniac—!”

Her next hit finds a shoulder, and before Lloyd can blink the guy’s scaly right arm is gashed open, his mouth open in an agonized howl as he staggers back. Rachel’s eyes are wild as she gasps heavily, brandishing the axe like a baseball player gearing up to swing. Lloyd manages to gape for a good three seconds before someone’s hands are pulling him to his feet, dragging him back.

“Move, move you moron!” Brad’s yelling, as he slings Lloyd’s arm around his shoulder and retreats. It takes Lloyd another second to realize he’s not yelling at him.

Rachel is still staring at the monster, her face pale and axe held aloft, frozen by shock. Or terror, either one’s fair game.

Lloyd snaps himself out of it, shrugging off Brad as the world swims again. He darts forward, grabs Rachel by the hand and pulls. He snags Brad as they go, hauling tail away from the still-howling scientist and throwing them behind the control podium at the back of the room, just barely sliding in behind them and out of lizard guy’s sight.

“We’re gonna die,” Brad gasps, his dark hair a frazzled mess. “It’s been real nice knowing you guys, we had a good run—”

“We are not gonna die,” Lloyd hisses, blinking black dots from his vision, That’s probably a bad sign. He shakes his head, fixing them both with a glare. “What are you guys doing?! I told you to get somewhere safe!”

“What, and let you die?” Rachel whispers back hotly, her hands still shaking around the axe she’s clutching, an odd green liquid dripping from the blade that Lloyd doesn’t wanna think about right now. “You were getting trashed out there!”

“No I wasn’t!” Lloyd defends. “I was just—”

“You think you can stop me?!” Crazy Guy’s voice roars across the room, and Lloyd pulls Brad and Rachel closer to him, ducking down lower. “Insignificant children, you’ll be the first to fall to my reign!”

“Wow, he’s really gone off the deep end,” Brad mutters, as if that, of all things, has jolted him from his ‘we’re gonna die’ mindset.

“I told you, huge grudge,” Rachel murmurs back.

Lloyd briefly wonders just how, exactly, he managed to end up with two utterly insane people as friends, then remembers who he is.

“Okay,” he breathes, pressing a hand to his throbbing head again and squeezing his eyes shut. “Plan. Need a plan. Um.”

“We got one,” Brad offers, exchanging looks with Rachel. “Uh, sort of.”

Lloyd looks between the two of them, trying to ignore how they suddenly blur into four of them.

Rachel makes a face. “Brad’s going to hack the light system and we’re going to get really, really annoying.”

Lloyd stares at them. “Absolutely not.”

Brad and Rachel glare back stubbornly, the planetarium lights dancing over their faces, their expressions set in shaky determination as the lizard guy continues to tear the room apart, searching for them. Lloyd’s hit by another vicious wave of anxiety. Brad and Rachel aren’t his team. They’re just — they’re just people, his friends, maybe, but civilians, he can’t ask them to—

“It’ll be fine,” Rachel assures him, the effect somewhat ruined by the manic way she’s clutching her axe. “I’ll be your eyes, so you’ll actually know where to shoot.”

“You can throw that axe at him, too,” Brad mutters, eyeing it warily.

Lloyd shakes his head. “No. No way, it’s too dangerous. You guys are gonna run, and I’m going to take care of him myself, because it’s my job.”

Brad and Rachel have those glares on again. “Sorry, Lloyd,” Brad says, with a burst of confidence Lloyd really wishes didn’t exist. “This isn’t Darkley’s. Friends don’t bail on each other. Also, you’re obviously gonna die if we don’t help out. No offense.”

Lloyd puffs his cheeks up with air, then slowly blows his breath out. This is an awful idea.

But he’s to the point where he’d admit that he’s concussed to Nya, and that means he needs all the help he can get.

“Okay,” he sighs, heavily. “Okay, but one rule — you are all staying far behind me.”

*********

Rachel breaks the rule in the first five seconds, but it’s only to stop Lloyd’s skull from getting banged up any further, so he’ll let it slide for the time being.

Also, he’s too busy trying to listen to her harried shouts over Crazy Guy’s enraged screaming to be mad at her now.

“Five — no, six o’clock!” she shrieks at him, tugging on his shoulder to move them out of the way. “Six o’clock, ten feet!”

Screwing his eyes shut against the dizzying lights, Lloyd hurls a streaking ball of energy where Rachel’s told him, and is rewarded with a screeching cry of pain.

“Nice!” Lloyd winces as Rachel yells directly in his ear. “Sorry, sorry — you hit him dead on!”

“Please tell me he’s down.”

“Uh, I think he might — oh, nope, he’s getting back up, but he looks a little dizz—yyyy duck, duck!”

Lloyd grabs for Rachel’s hand and pulls her down with him, sending them both sprawling across the floor as a something large whistles overhead.

“He’s tearing up the seats and throwing them at us,” Rachel pants, sounding indignant. She’s got a death grip on his hand, which might hurt if she wasn’t shaking like she’d shotgunned energy drinks.

Lloyd gets it, even if his adrenaline high of terror is more because he still can’t see straight.

He can see enough to tell that the lights of the planetarium are still going berserk above them, flashing from panel to panel and lighting up the dark room in a dizzying kaleidoscope of changing skies. It’d be super cool if it wasn’t one) really disorienting, and two) taking place while a mutated monster of doom tries to murder high schoolers.

“Guys, get up!” Brad’s scream echoes from the control podium, where he’s spinning them through Ninjago’s nearest satellites now. Lloyd feels the floor vibrating a second before the lizard monster comes barreling toward them, screeching in fury. Rachel sucks in a sharp breath of horror, and Lloyd’s stomach drops as he runs into another row of chairs. Reacting half on instinct, he grasps Rachel by the arm, pulls her close, and gasps out a ‘hold on’ — then, briefly siphoning the green power — tosses her straight up in the air, soaring inches from the ceiling.

Lloyd barely registers Brad swearing in shock as Rachel screams, but he’s too busy counting the seconds as the lizard monster charges him.

One, two—

Lloyd sidesteps, wind whistling past him as he narrowly avoids being pummeled again—

Three, four—

Lloyd sends two screeching bursts of energy into the monster’s back, a howl of pain missing with a sizzling sound as he goes flying across the room—

Five—

Lloyd skids back into place, and throws his arms out just in time to catch Rachel as she comes screaming back down.

“Sorry,” he pants, carefully setting her on her feet. She’s rattling in place like a wind-up toy now, but Lloyd can just see her giving him a shaky thumbs-up through his spinning vision.

“L-little more warning, next time,” she gasps, sounding winded. “Would be nice.”

Lloyd feels a flash of guilt bubble up, followed by a helpless burst of frustration. She shouldn’t be anywhere remotely near this kind of situation, neither her or Brad — they’re his normal friends, he’s supposed to go on dumb boring field trips with them, not blow up half a planetarium in a fight for their lives.

Rachel suddenly goes rigid, then grabs his shoulders and pulls him back. “He’s up!” she yelps. “He’s coming, he’s rushing us—”

Lloyd can see that, through the dizzying lights of the nearest solar system. “Get behind me!” he orders, just in time to get sent flying by a torn-up chair the guy’s chucked at them.

A litany of curses streams through his brain as both him and Rachel cry out, and Lloyd barely has the sense of mind to wrap himself around her before they slam back into the floor, rolling several feet before Lloyd’s head slams right against the stairs with another solid crack.

So many aspirin, he thinks faintly, as the world pulses in and out in dizzying flashes of white. Gonna need so many aspirin tonight.

“—et up, Lloyd, come on—”

That’s Rachel’s voice, a vaguely functioning part of his brain notes. She sounds upset, all scared and worried, which is…that’s bad, right? Lloyd’s not sure, there are like, five of her all up in his face right now—

A roar sounds closely behind her, and Rachel’s expressions spasms in panic. Lloyd’s vision finally solidifies just in time fore her to throw herself over him, and panic screeches everything back into awareness, but it’s too late because the lizard monster’s right on top of them—

Another solid crack rings out across the room, but this time it’s not Lloyd’s head. Crazy Guy howls in pain as he staggers back, clutching his head where the fire extinguisher struck his temple. Lloyd stares blankly as Rachel shakily lifts her head, before Brad’s suddenly in front of them, grabbing them both by the arms and struggling to haul them up.

“Get up!” he yells, dark eyes wide but glinting in determination. “Don’t just lay there, you’re the green ninja, come on!”

“Shu’up,” Lloyd slurs, but Brad’s words are enough to cut through the hazy film inside his head. He staggers to his feet, highly conscious of Brad and Rachel supporting both arms. This is beyond humiliating, what kind of—

“Children.” The guttural hiss has all three of them freezing in place, hair standing on end as lizard-like eyes pin them in place, glinting yellow in the flashing lights. “All of you, infuriating bugs to be crushed beneath my feet. Your deaths will be the first in my new reign—”

Irritating monologuing aside, Lloyd can’t help but be grateful for the way the guy pauses to detail their deaths, because it gives him a split, beautiful second of clarity to finally send a concussive blast of green hurtling dead on. There’s a high-pitched shriek as it sends him flying, hurtling across the room and smashing into the bottom edge of the planetarium screen with a blinding burst of sparks.

“Now that’s more like it!” Brad crows, watching as the lizard guy flops to the floor. “That’s what you get for messing with us, you ugly—”

The lizard guy pushes himself to his feet, briefly swaying dizzily before turning furious, burning eyes on them.

Brad swallows. “Did I say ugly? Actually—”

Lloyd’s already gearing up for another round, green sparks lighting on his fingers as Rachel brings her axe up again — when an ominous cracking sounds from above them. Lloyd glances up, the frantic flashing of the cracking planetarium screen nearly blinding him, and his eyes go wide.

“Get down!” he cries, pulling Brad and Rachel and diving beneath the control podium. And not a moment too soon, because in the next second the entire planetarium screen comes crashing down with an exploding screech, large chunks of mangled ceiling smashing down on the guy, pinning him firmly in place.

Lloyd, firmly crushed between Brad and Rachel, but otherwise spared any further head trauma by the solid control panel sheltering them, gives a shuddering exhale of relief.

“Well,” Rachel finally says, with a shaky laugh. “You probably won’t have to worry about boring field trips here anymore, Brad.”

Brad makes a pained, weary sound of exhaustion, and simply buries his face in Lloyd’s shoulder.

*********

Lloyd’s used to the after-battle adrenaline crash, for the most part. Brad and Rachel, as it turns out, are not. Five minutes after the paramedics have stopped fussing over them, leaving all three wrapped in the ugliest orange shock blankets Lloyd’s ever seen, there’s a sudden weight on both of his shoulders. Lloyd blinks, his head swiveling to where Brad and Rachel are snoring on either side of him, then sighs, staring upwards. At least they’re warm, he tells himself, even though it’s starting to get hot under the shock blanket.

Despite the screaming sirens all around him and the frantic voices of the students, Lloyd’s almost tempted to drift off himself. With the loss of adrenaline, his head’s really starting to hurt by now, and the flashing lights of the ambulance aren’t helping his headache in the slightest. He’s just deciding that dozing off with his friends is a good idea, when a familiar sigh has him yanking his eyes open.

Lloyd immediately wants to close them again. Kai and Nya are standing in front of him, arms crossed in identical expressions of disappointment, though it’s tinged mild amusement.

“Hi,” he croaks. He glances between Brad and Rachel, still snoring peacefully against his shoulders. Traitors. “Um. You got my text, then?”

Nya gives him a careful, judging look. “A month. You’re grounded for a month, at least.”

“Oh, come on,” Lloyd moans. “I was living my teenage years. Having a normal day.”

Kai snorts loudly, glancing back at the smoke still rising from the planetarium. “Totally normal teenage stuff, huh.”

Lloyd drops his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “S’not fair,” he moans. “It’s not my fault trouble’s always following me.”

Nya’s expression eases up, and she shakes her head, uncrossing her arms. “Hey, we’ll have a normal evening back at home, okay?” She eyes Brad and Rachel, her lips quirking in amusement. “You can have a sleepover with your friends, or something. I’ll braid your hair.”

While the idea of anyone going remotely near his head sounds awful right now, Lloyd can’t help but smile back.

“Sounds like a plan,” he yawns. Anything to get them out of this parking lot. At least he knows what he’s missing out on with school, now.

Really, he doesn’t get the hype.

#ninjago oc day #ninjago #the physical agony...of posting something with my oc...#i would say at least lloyd's having fun but. he's not gdbnjfg #my fic

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whyralltheusernamestaken · 5 years ago

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Hello! If you have time I would like a scenario with Deku with a male or gender neutral reader who was supposed to be the next successor of one for all but all might kinda forgot about them (like they ate his hair and got one for all but he just forgot about them). And now they’ve become one of the most powerful villains and they want to kill all night and Deku as revenge. I just love how you write and I just had to request something🥰

Hi omg I cannot describe how excited I was when I saw this so I might have word v/mitted and written a little too much… Thank you so much for requesting and I'm so so happy that you enjoy my writing! Midoriya x gn!reader Warnings : smallest mention of abuse (dabi), bit of fighting, kinda angsty Words : 1.5k

You rested your elbows against the window sill, cheek against your palm as the clouds drifted slowly across the sky. The sun disappeared as you watched the young blonde lunge forwards, the ball leaving his fingertips at an incredible speed. A loud explosion rang across the field and to your ears as the crisp autumn air nipped at your face.

The chatter of your classmates behind you were tuned out as you watched excitedly, analyzing each and every one of the first years, seeing perhaps if any of them had potential in the upcoming years. Not that they could ever beat you, given that you were All Might successor, or at least were. As the second year drew to an end, he had seemingly forgotten all traces of your existence, acknowledging you only briefly as just another UA student in the background, rather than someone who he had passed his quirk to. You had bitterness seeping into your heart, a slight resentment to the number 1 hero, but as the seasons changed and you entered your third year, you had convinced yourself there must’ve been another reason.

Perhaps he didn’t need a successor anymore. You wondered if by some miracle his wounds had completely healed and he no longer reverted back to his weaker, skeleton like self. Possibly he had just forgotten to tell you, or felt embarrassed that he had passed his quirk on so quickly only to not have needed the haste. But your months of comforting yourself that there was a good reason suddenly shattered right there in just those few seconds. Your eyes widened as the boy pressed forwards, accelerating the ball with a power that you undeniably also shared. Slack jawed and in utter shock, you rubbed your eyes to see if somehow they had deceived you, yet when nothing in your vision changed, your surprise turned to spite.

All might had abandoned you.

You felt yourself fill with anger, shaking as you brought your clenched fists down onto the window, splintering the wood in fury before turning and storming from the classroom. The sudden urge to flee from this place infested with heroes overwhelmed you. They had lied to you, every single one of them. The teachers presented themselves as the good guys, always on your side and full of hope. Yet why then did the most admired person pick your pitiful self up from the ground, build you up as if you had hope of ever becoming the successor to the entire country’s hero, just for them to simply tear it all away at the last minute. You knew you were right when you first believed All Might had completely cast you aside. You were right to think that you were so utterly useless. If you had just remained that little quirkless child you wouldn’t even be here wasting your years, desperately trying to be a hero and gaining approval from someone who had simply thrown you to the curb and moved on to the next boy without batting an eye.

And with that, you left the school.

~~~

It had been a good few months after dropping out from your high school. The league had offered you a place with them, providing food and shelter as you helped out during odd tasks, on the smallest occasions even accompanying All for One. It had been a drastic change for you, suddenly dropping out of school the next day and disappearing entirely, your family and friends having no clue where you were. Your new associates had decided to test you, inviting you along to what you were told was a small robbery, instead being the ambush on the first year’s rescue day.

You had stepped out of Kurogiri’s portal of purple smoke, expecting to be in the dusty alleyways behind a small bank, instead stepping into the rock ground of the rescue center, a place where you yourself were very familiar with having been constantly with your former friends in the past year.

“So, we’re here because?” you trailed off, kicking at the small loose rocks on the ground as you heard murmurs and shouts from a small crowd of students a few meters away from you.

“We are the league of villains.” Shigaraki announced, ignoring you to which you rolled your eyes at him. “And we have come here today to kill the symbol of peace.”

Your face lit up at this, any previous gratitude and fondness towards your mentor were gone. Instead a sick empty hole remained in your stomach, waiting to be filled up with the feeling of his blood on your hands. The sight of the trembling green head made you sick. You simply could not understand why All Might had tossed you aside for… that. Even to the blindest of people, you would’ve been the obvious choice. And yet here you were, not even second choice to some wimp who was trembling at the sight of a few villains. Truly useless.

The day had ended, unfortunately, with everyone on the hero’s side still alive, and your most powerful weapon lost somewhere behind the shattered glass dome of the center. The day had been an utter complete failure, yet the league ceased to doubt your loyalty to them, offering you various more jobs and even to recruit new members.

It was at that moment that the rest of the world realised that they had lost you for good.

~~~

The next time you came in contact with the boy was their rescue of the blonde. The same boy you had observed months prior, even been in the same school. All Might’s entrance was rather tacky for your tastes, stupid, just like the rest of the heros. Your disgust for them had grown tremendously over the time you had spent with the league and learning of Dabi’s poor treatment from the second most powerful hero simply made you sickened at even the title.

You were rather thankful that you hadn’t grown to follow what was once your childhood dream, following the twisted and corrupt system to abuse and neglect your loved ones for the power and social acknowledgement of having a ranking. Instead you stayed by the shadows, watching and criticizing their actions with Twice and Toga as you reported back on their actions, having stalked them for a good few hours each day.

And here you stood, on the side of All for One, your former mentor’s arch nemesis, vowing to see the end to All Might by your own means. The new successor you had come to learn was named Deku, a truly fitting name and you sneered at him, reeling back your arm as you lunged at him.

“I wonder how you would feel if your newest successor died.” you snarled, Midoriya barely dodging out of the way. Your punch landed on the ground, the concrete breaking into small pieces, flying into the air to which you kicked out your leg. They flew in the direction of your swing, hitting the boy square in the back.

“How is it possible that you have one for all? I’ve only ever had one successor.” All Might responded confused, his grin sliding off his face as he bore his eyes into you. “Y/N you are certainly mistaken and your judgment is clouded. Come back to the heroes and you will not be punished for this.”

“Heroes? Don’t make me sick.” you laughed, throwing another punch at the boy. “You left me All Might.” you screamed, your bottled up bitterness exploding within you as you were now head on with the same brat who had replaced you. “You gave me your damn quirk for what reason? How dare you turn your back on me for… for this thing!”

As you continued to swing, you felt your feet be restricted, looking down to see your entire lower leg encased in ice. With one punch, you shattered the ice, stepping forwards with even more anger.

“Midoriya, get back! You can’t defeat them.” a boy screamed.

“That’s certainly right.” you laughed, kicking off the ground again. “I’m not letting you go, Deku!”

As more pro heroes arrived at the scene, you felt yourself grow more and more desperate. The panic in your friends' voices was clear, telling you to stop engaging with the enemy, but you felt yourself being blinded by fury and the need to end Deku’s life.

“Y/N, fall back!” Dabi shouted, running towards you and letting out a shield of blue flames as he carried you to a purple portal. You felt your entire resolve crumble as you watched All for One fall to the floor.

“I will kill you All Might!” you screamed, baring your teeth before Dabi’s arm dragged you back into the portal.

“That is a promise.”

extra : Hc that a villain used a memory erase quirk on All Might and Y/N doesn’t know that and never tried to ask as he was convinced it was his fault.

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