#and don just downs it whole again sheepishly

[cats-and-confusion]

I am invested in your Wrong au

Can you info dump some of the stuff you have planned out for it? It's ok if you don't want to

Oh HELL YES ok here we go

The polls are just abt finished so a few things are set in stone by now and it's ok for me to give a few spoilers. so BASICALLY

Leo comes back from the prison dimension Wrong somehow. His skin is a little too smooth, he's cold to the touch (more than usual he's a reptile guys), he moves a little weird, he talks a bit too fluidly, knows a few things he shouldn't. All these little things that don't mean anything but when you put them together you can see that something's DIFFERENT. Everyone thinks it's just the trauma at first, character growth yknow. Then they theorize it's something mystic related bc it's getting creepy as hell

So they ask Drax about it and he's never heard of this shit so he goes and examines Leo's ninpo. Leo is totally fine with all this, he kinda wants to know what's up too, but he also doesn't really seem to care? And that's another red flag to the family, but Drax doesn't find much of anything wrong with his mysticism or ninpo.

Leo starts being less subtle, having periods of depersonalization and derealization, until it comes to a head during a fight with a villain. By then the family has suspected for a while that something is really wrong but now they know that they're really fucked.

Anyway I won't spoil the cause or the event, but rest assured it will be fun. Probably written instead of comics, I'm not too good with consistent art lmao

You'll get a hint when Donnie gets a bit Wrong, but that's it. Hope you're still interested haha

[gojipink]

saying sorry 4 dummies

ஐ ft. childe, diluc, xiao

ஐ summary. how they say sorry in their own way after an argument!

ஐ warnings. none, SFW, fem!reader

childe 

he stands at the doorway swallowing a little thickly at the sight of you unmoving from your spot on the couch, eyes glued to your book. 

normally, you would bound over to him with a big smile and plant a kiss on his lips to welcome him home but the two of you are still in the recovering phase after an enormous fight, a fight that left a few scars and bleeding hearts. 

“h-hi baby…um i got us some dinner!” 

you look up at him with a little smile, “oh thanks, what’d you get?” 

“i got us a whole peking duck and some veggie side dishes,” he states rather proudly holding up the bags for you to see.

“a pek- ajax that's so expensive?!” you gasp out standing from your spot on the couch, walking over to him peeking inside the plastic bags.

“yeah well…i don’ know,” he starts a little sheepishly, “i just wanted to have a nice meal with you after well…y’know…i just wanted to treat my girl, is all…” 

you sigh before softly laughing, taking a to-go bag from him, “thank you,” leaning up to press a lingering kiss to his cheek, “it smells delicious. i'll set these up on some plates while you get ready?” 

his eyes close at the feeling of your lips on his skin, feeling the gap the argument created between the two of you slowly begin to close. he nods wordlessly at your suggestion, not yet fully trusting his voice to sound steady, before hurrying into the bedroom to change and wash up. 

you begin to set the table, putting plates and drinks at you and childe’s designated seating spots at the little round table across from each other. 

coming back out from the bedroom, childe watches you for a second with soft eyes as you stand in the kitchen transferring the food onto big plates. walking towards you, he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his chest firmly against your back while he rests his cheek against the crown of your head.

“honey, it's a little difficult to move with you pressing on me like this,” you voice, though you dont try to wiggle out of his hold, actually leaning back further into him. 

he pouts to himself but doesn't move an inch until you're handing him a plate to take over to the table. 

after all the food has been placed neatly in the middle, you both sit down in your usual spots.

glancing up at him you offer him a little appreciative smile, “thank you for dinner, babe, it looks really good!” 

childe smiles at you and although you two have sat in this arrangement for ages now, he can't help but feel miles away from you. sliding his dinner plate and drink over to the chair next to you, you giggle at him knowing he’s feeling a little clingy.

“what are you doing, ajax?” you laugh at him

settling into the chair he places a hand on your thigh, his thumb lovingly caressing your skin, knees touching. 

“just wanna be close to you, princess,” he shoots you his classic boyish grin before spooning some food onto his plate. gathering some duck and veggies and folding it all in the wrap, he holds it out to you. 

“say ahhh”

diluc 

he stares at the splayed pile of paperwork on his desk, words blurring and blending together while he sits, zoned out. his own mind torturing him by replaying your disappointed and upset expression over and over again. the argument was small, nothing more than a small frustrated spat between lovers. though, it affects diluc all the same. 

diluc tried to fix it then, tried to apologize immediately at the sight of your downcasted eyes. But before he could get a word out, you mumbled that you needed some air and walked out the mansion, leaving him to stew in his own anxiety. 

heaving a heavy sigh, he tosses the reports onto his desk and slumps back into the backrest of his chair, bringing a hand up to rub at his tired eyes. he just wants you to be home. wants you to be by his side and smiling at him and talking about your day with him. wants to hold you close and tell you he’s sorry for unloading any frustration and any stress onto you when you didn't deserve it. 

a knock at his office doors breaks him out of his turbulent thoughts.

“come in…” he sighed, thinking it must be elzar coming in with something work related. however, when you quietly slip into his office, he immediately stands in surprise, the legs of the chair loudly scraping against the hardwood floors. 

“darling-” 

“i um…i just wanted to bring you something to eat.” you say softly, placing a little to-go box on his desk. “i know you probably haven't eaten yet today, so i thought i would bring you something after strolling around the city…” 

coming around the corner of his desk, his heart melts at your simple yet caring gesture, “that's very kind, my love, thank you.” 

“and um…” looking up at him a little shyly, “i just wanted to say im sorry for, well, earlier. i shouldn’t have gotten so upset and i shouldn’t have just left like that.” 

“nonono, love,” hastily he closes the distance between you two, his hands coming up to rub at your shoulders, “you don't need to apologize. i’m the one who needs to be saying sorry. i shouldn’t have taken any sort of frustration out on you, you didn’t deserve that.”  

giving him a small thankful smile, you reach up to press a sweet kiss to his lips which he happily reciprocates. 

“to be honest, i don't know what we were even arguing about,” you whispered after pulling an inch away. he smiles and rests his forehead on yours, eyes closing to bask in your presence, “i don't either.” 

heart two hundred times lighter than it was when you walked in, you pull away from him smiling, “well, i shall leave you to work then, ‘luc.”

catching your hand before you fully turn away from him, his face suddenly dusted a light pink.

“actually, darling, i was wondering if you wanted to stay? here in the office, i mean. with me. while i work.” 

you look at him with amusement in your eyes as diluc ineloquently stumbles out his request, an extremely rare sight. 

lacing your fingers with his, you step forward to plant a chaste kiss to his cheek, “i would love nothing more.” 

xiao 

his time with you is so short. he’s hyper aware of that fact. his time with you is too short to be wasted on arguments and silent treatments or have any kind of lingering tension. xiao doesn't have that much experience when it comes to dealing with humans or forming a relationship with one, much less a romantic relationship with one. 

he shifts his weight from one foot to the other watching your figure walk across a shorter neighboring mountain top. he sighs to himself thinking back to earlier this morning when the two of you were engaged in a flurry of heated exchanges. xiao didn’t mean to take it as far as he did, didn't mean it like that when he called you weak, didnt mean to make you worry when he suddenly disappeared for a week straight. didnt mean to make matters worse when he had to leave abruptly in the middle of the argument because someone called his name. 

“you could’ve at least given me some kind of sign! a note, a messenger, anything!” your voice becoming a little raised, your concern for him being overtaken by frustration.

“i didn't realize that that would be necessary,” he said lowly, patience quickly wearing thin. 

“you were suddenly gone for an entire week! what else was i supposed to think other than the worst?”

“im not as weak as you!” he shot back, anger lacing his words.

“that’s not my even my point-” you tried to start before he continued.

“i’ve been doing this long before you even existed, i never thought i would have to report my every action to anyone!” 

“xiao,” you sighed, hands coming up to roughly comb through your hair, “im your-”

he suddenly looks away, eyes alert like something else has grabbed his attention. he hesitantly glances at you and you realize someone must be calling his name. scoffing, your hands drop to your side as you turn away from him, “go.”

“y/n-” he sighed

“you need to go, right? go. ill be…” you loosely gesture to the space around you, “here. so, go.” 

upon finishing up the errand that took him away from you, he now observes as you collect qingxin flowers most likely for a small commission to keep yourself busy. looking at the ground of the mountain top he currently stands, he notices an abundance of qingxin flowers and begins to collect a handful. he wants to apologize, he knows he needs to. it wasn't fair that you were left in the dark and if the situation was reversed, he knows he would’ve gone to the edges of teyvat to find you. 

in the midst of picking a flower, a familiar haze of green smoke flashes before xiao appears in front of you. 

“hi,” you say coolly, continuing to pick flowers while barely giving him so much as a glance, “what are you doing here?”

“i…” he hesitates not knowing how to proceed, “i thought i heard you call my name.” the tips of his ears flush red at his obvious lie.

you hum in acknowledgement, “i didn’t.” 

“oh. well- here.” he thrusts the little bouquet of flowers towards you, “i thought i could help.” 

looking at him and the flowers in surprise, you carefully take the bundle before putting it in your basket, “oh. thank you, that actually helps a lot.” 

turning around to begin your descent down the mountain, xiao follows in silence. 

“y/n, i…” he falters when you look at him, waiting for him to finish his thought. 

his mouth opens and closes, his words failing him.

you sigh and look away for a brief moment before looking back at him with a soft expression, “its okay, xiao. i get it.” 

“i'll do better,” he declares, those three words symbolizing all his thoughts. im sorry. i didn’t mean to. i’ll try harder next time. 

you smile at him for the first time in what he feels like is ages, his shoulders finally relaxing. 

“thank you,” you whisper to him before taking his hand in yours, “y’know, maybe i did call for you.” 

his head snaps to yours, “you did?” 

you look back at him with a teasing glint in your eye, “must’ve been missing you so much that my heart called out for you to hear.” 

cheeks dusted pink, he nods his head in agreement. 

[eyesxxyou]

sniffs

I SMELL A REQUEST BOX OPEN????

😈😈

loser!hobie & loser!reader just taking eachothers virginity

MUAHAHAHA

🥀

❝ heaven ❞ hobie brown x gn!reader

❝ contents ❞ loser hobie, loser reader, virginity taking, unprotected sex, kinda awkward

There was no telling who was more nervous. Kissing and heavy petting turned into something more. Clothes timidly removed, eyes shifting side to side without ever meeting each other's gaze. Could it be Hobie, who felt electricity with each and every sensually innocent touch he placed upon your exposed flesh?

“How– How should I touch ya?” Hobie’s hand timidly grazed over the length of your body, eye flickering to yours for any semblance of direction but you didn’t know what to do either. “Are you okay wit’ this?” He pressed his body against yours and you let out something of a gentle gasp as you felt his erection press itself to your stomach.

You nodded, words failing you, and positioned yourself to kiss tenderly at his neck as you had seen in the videos. It felt aimless, unsure exactly where you should be kissing and how, your hands fumbling nervously about his nude body. You shook like a wet dog, scared.

Would it hurt, you wondered as the two of you messily kissed each other and staggered over to Hobie's bed. Climbing on, you lay beneath him, shivering with each gentle tap of his cock against your belly, smearing pre across your naval. All you could do was plead for him to “Be gentle, please.”

“I will, luv. I will.” Hobie swallowed dryly, unsure if he could actually guarantee such a thing. He didn't know what “gentle” in this context looked like. He was just as much a virgin to this as you were, inexperienced and unknowing.

Hobie reached over and grabbed the lube he had bought specifically for this. He had heard it was supposed to help, from where, he wasn't exactly sure. He didn't even know if he got the right one.

It was sticky on his fingers, wet as he reached out and applied it to your entrance, cold when he applied it to himself. Each step closer to two cherries popped and a whole new world of untold pleasures.

Hobie slotted his way between your legs and immediately you looked your heels into the plush of his ass to bring him closer out of some deep instinct. He leaned down and let you kiss his lips tenderly, the only thing the two of you really knew how to do.

“I don'– know how long I’ll last.” He admitted sheepishly, tip teasing at your wet ring of unstretched muscles, never before used by anyone. Hobie was embarrassed to admit it but all you did was smile and kiss him again. “It’ll be okay.” You didn't care if you finished or not, just that your first time was with Hobie.

He nodded firmly and looked between your flushed bodies to alone himself before slowly easing himself into the softness of your love. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your waists, his body trembled as he sank further into you, moaning softly.

You whined at the stretch, unsure if what you felt was pain or pleasure, maybe both. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you pulled him down to embrace him. Hobie didn't mind, couldn't think about much of anything other than the way your warmth engulfed him inch by inch and held him in a wet embrace.

Hobie babbled without thought or aim into your ear, his hips pushing forward until he bottomed out. You cried a little, whimpering as he settled deep within a part of you never before touched. “Hobieee!” You let out in a whiny moan as he began to pull back, dragging the thick of his cock against all your tender spots, making you see stars.

You two held each other, a tangle of limbs, panting into each other's ears words of devotion and adoration. Hobie kisses you feverishly, a sloppy mess of lips and tongue and love. His thrusts tenderly, unsure exactly where the threshold where pleasure crosses into pain lay. Were those sounds of satisfaction? Was he doing it right?

“Are you okay? Am- Am I doing okay?” His large hand came to cup your face, his hips rutting into your softness. You nodded, eyes fluttering, mouth seeking out his once more to kiss him. You wanted skin, flesh, the warmth of him holding you. Your heels dug deeper, pulling him closer and he conceded and melted into you.

His hands, aristocratic and beautiful, roaming for body with insatiable yet tender want. Hobie fucked you in sweet little thrusts, both an attempt not to hurt you and an attempt not to cum too quick. He needed you to go first, just to know your were satisfied.

So he clumsily stroked where you were most sensitive, only knowing how to touch you based on your response, how your dulcet moans rang out as your hips writhed to meet his.

“Hobie, Hobie, Hobie.” You chanted with the building of your orgasm, a prayer on your tongue. “Oh– God…” You grasped him, gasping for air as you shivered with the throes of your climax. It was subtle, soft, cradling you in its arms. Your walls fluttered, you were hot all over, seeing stars.

Hobie babbled incoherently at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. You watched with an eagerness as he came, eyes rolling as he firmly pressed his hips to you and let himself unravel within your tenderness. He whispered your name and you felt euphoria.

“Did I do okay? Did I feel okay?”

Hobie looked upon you softly. “You did- you felt- like fuckin’ heaven.”

taglist: @hobs-kiss, @hoe-bie

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Take it slow (Gale Dekarios x Reader)

synopsis: Gale and you share a tent for the night. The forced proximity is the perfect circumstance to explore each other more.

warnings: drinking, smut adjacent, reader is the first person to be with Gale after Mystra, heavy petting, dry humping, afab reader

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall

(If you want to be tagged for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

A/N: Thank you to my darling @legitalicat for beta reading and also for listening to my honestly unhealthy Bg3 obsession. I love you💕

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The whole party sits around the campfire, drinking, celebrating another small victory. Spirits had been down lately, so this was more than needed and a night of light-heartedness feels only appropriate. You sit around in a big group until well into the night, when the first folks start retiring, leaving only a handful of people. Among them Gale, who after wishing everyone a good night, comes back to join you rather quickly. Garnering a few questioning looks.

“It seems like I am out of a tent for the night.” He explains his sudden return, one hand scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

You are about to ask what happened, when from the side Karlach loudly gives her own opinion.

“You should share a tent.” She laughs and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

The suggestion garners a few drunken snickers around the group, but it also serves well to make your cheeks grow warm at the thought of sharing a space with the wizard for the night. Your nervous demeanour only furthers their giggles.

Gale however quickly lifts his hands in a defensive motion. “It´s quite alright. I don´t mind sleeping with- I mean sharing a tent with you. If you do not mind it either.”

His slip of tongue immediately produces more heat on both of your faces and gives the others a hard time not to burst out into roaring laughter.

“I do not mind it at all.” That secretly you had wished for this moment for a while now goes unsaid, though when he helps you to your feet your eyes linger on each other´s for just a second too long to still be platonic in nature.

Gale leads you away from the amused group by the hand and holds open the tent for you to enter before him.

Now alone with the wizard the tension in the rather confined space grows thick. The two of you lay stiff beside each other on the considerably too small bed roll, desperately trying to find something to say to lighten the mood somehow, to make each other more comfortable. Luckily for you, as you lay there so far away from the campfire, the cold seeps into your bones and makes both of you shiver.

“Would it be alright if I laid closer to you? Just to fight the cold a bit.” you ask in a croaky voice. Your fingertips drumming against the ground with excessive energy.

“Yes, yes naturally.” Gale replies fast, almost all but pulling you into his arms.

 Silence settles yet again as you lay your head on his chest, though it feels a bit less stiff than before. The scent of black tea, parchment paper enters your nostrils, accompanied by an undercurrent of sea salt and something citrusy to all mix for a scent that is so uniquely Gale. You can feel his chin rest against the crown of your head and instinctively bury your nose further into his chest. His hand runs up and down your arm with feather light touches, to warm you some more. The laughter from outside subsides to leave only the singing cicadas behind and the tension inside shifts to something much more than not being used to being so close so suddenly. Until you break under the weight of it.

Your lips tingle as they finally brush against his neck. Your heart is beating on your ears at how exciting it is, leaning in to repeat the motion over and over again. Sucking and nibbling at the skin ever so lightly. Gale’s skin warms up under your ministrations and his adam's apple bobs under a heavy gulp. Right as you pull away, he lets out a shaky breath. However, the two of you can't stay away for long, crashing your lips together. Hands grabbing at the other´s cheeks, necks and hips, anywhere they can reach for purchase. Your lips press together hesitantly at first, yet as they grow surer in what they are doing, stay slow, but crushingly passionate.

“Gods you’re such a good kisser.” You rasp against his lips. “I will never get enough of the way you taste.”

There is not a single trace of your initial bashfulness left as the kiss lingers longer and longer. Your hands wander over Gale´s arms to his chest, feeling his heartbeat drum against his chest to match the rhythm of your own. His fingers hook into your pants as your hands claw into the collar of his shirt pulling you into his lap and each other close until there is no air left between you. Nor is any breath in your lungs. The kiss is the only thing keeping the two of you alive in this moment. Savouring the sweet remnants of wine on his stained lips and the feel of their softness.

A guttural moan falls from his lungs, getting swallowed by you immediately. “Keep tasting me then.”

It's something he doesn't have to tell you twice. While you continue to breathe life into each other, you let your hands wander over the fabric separating each other’s bodies. Roaming the length of it repeatedly before they dip underneath. You gently drag your nails down his sides and back. Not enough to leave a sting but for a shiver to follow along with them. Ending with your hands running over the bulge between his thighs.

“Wait…” The wizard suddenly pulls away to stop you by laying his hands over yours.

You pull back as well at the sound of his voice, eyes fluttering open to gauge his reaction and the cause of the sudden stop.

The sight of his tousled hair, the shiny, swollen lips and the flushed skin. The heavily moving chest, in the dim light it's all so intoxicating.

“What is it?” You ask worriedly, taking hold of his hands and guide them to rest against your chest.

It takes a while for him to collect himself. “Yes, quite alright. I am not used to people touching me like this anymore. I…”

The frustration coming from him is palpable in his aura, but you on the other hand are filled with relief that he isn't shutting you out.

“We can take it slow. There is no harm in that.” You cup Gale's cheek in your hand and nudge his nose with yours.

A shaky sigh escapes his lungs in response to it. “I´m sorry. I must be so boring. You are probably used to more adventurous partners. You must think I don't want you now.”

“Hey, hey listen to me. There is no need to apologize. It is so exciting just to be with you. It is true I want you so much, but more than that I want you to be comfortable. So, if you do not feel ready to go all the way just yet, l am fine with that.“ While you coo at him reassuringly, eyes set on his, your fingers run through his beard.

He leans into your touch, practically purring at the soothing motion. He can´t help but nuzzle further into your palm. “Do you truly mean it?”

You don't mean to chuckle at him while he is being vulnerable, but the way he looks at you with those wide, dark brown eyes, you can't fight back the sound.

“Yes. Of course I mean it. I could never live with myself knowing I forced myself on you.” A chaste peck finds its way from your lips to his temple.

Gale seems taken aback by your understanding, though the confusion in his face doesn´t stay for too long.

“I have an idea. How would you feel about being the one to guide my hands over your body until you feel more comfortable with them wandering on their own?” You purr, biting your lower lip in excitement at the prospect of exploring him more.

His eyes glow up at the proposal and he slowly nods his head. “I think I would like that very much.”

Your hands, still holding his, find Gale´s chest, resting against it without moving. That alone has his heart beating faster an embarrassing amount, but so does yours as his own digits carefully begin to guide them. Shaky breaths mingle, your eyes stay on each other securely, meanwhile you feel the soft indigo fabric and the contrasting rough silver accents under your palms. Roaming over his upper body once more, caressing his neck and running through his hair. Every now and again your lips meet his to share a kiss or to press some chaste affection to his jawline or the column of his throat, which draw soft whimpers from both of your lungs. It gets the warmth in your stomach to swirl hotter than ever before and when you least expect it, Gale leads you underneath the shirt again. The feel of his still heated skin is exhilarating, but he still has a surprise left for you.

Gale lightly lifts one of his legs and flexes the muscles to rub against the bundle of nerves at the apex between your thighs, making you draw in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, Gale…” You breathe out, beginning to tremble just as much as he does. “That feels so good.”

The wizard is only able to hum in agreement, too focused on your fingers carding through his chest hair and teasing his nipples under his guidance. In search of more stimulation, your hips begin to move on their own. Rubbing your pleasure centre against his thigh, ready to stop at any moment. Yet as you do so, Gale groans and meets your stagnant motions. Your lips meet once more and just like this kiss your movement against each other´s bodies grow heavier and more passionate fast.

Before you know it, the wizard has left your hands at his hips to lay his own on yours to guide them instead. A tight winded knot builds in the pit in your stomach quickly, prompting your hips to grow more erratic.

“I am so close.” Gale barely manages to part barely far enough to moan into your mouth and is immediately met with the sentiment being very much reciprocated by you.

“I want to reach my peak along with you.” You whimper right back, desperate for the release that is threatening to take over the two of you.

The confession alone makes Gale´s hips falter and the hardened length in his pants twitch before erupting with his climax. A drawn-out moan fills the space that was otherwise only filled with your heavy breathing and pulls you right over the edge with him, your body weakly collapsing against his chest, while you bathe in the glow of your shared pleasure.

“Perhaps this might not be the perfect moment to confess this, but I think I have been in love with you since the moment I pulled you out of that portal.” You whisper weakly, eyes falling close at regular intervals already.

“On the contrary I believe there is no better time for this confession. I have felt similarly for a long time as well now. Though I have never dreamed of speaking my feelings out loud.” Gale answers in just the same quiet, intimate tone.

[manheeiim]

his jurisdiction - rafe cameron

summary: situations with rafe having to be in control || warnings: references to drug dealing, rafe grabs reader's face, drinking, reader gets drunk || genre: established relationship, angst, fluff || word count: approximately 1100

Sometimes, Rafe just had to scold you. He had to tell you what to do. To speak some sense into you. It was just apart of him being your boyfriend. He acted like it annoyed him to have to do that- which, in the moment, it did- but he also kind of liked it. No, he really liked it. He liked having to tell you what to do, to be in control, to have you do as he said- even if it was temporary.

Most of the time, you'd behave and stay away, in another room or part of the house while Rafe was conducting business at Tannyhill, something he didn't like to do, but had to at times. Some times, though, you just couldn't help but go to him. You missed him and just wanted to be with him. So, you said "fuck it" and headed towards the room Rafe was in with his clients.

Rafe immediately looked over at you with a scolding look on his face, trying to signal for you to get out without saying anything. You chose to ignore this though as you came over sheepishly and with a soft smile. You sat down on his lap and he moved his arms away, not supporting you and making you wrap your arms around his neck.

"What are you doin'?" He'd lowly asked in your ear.

"I missed you." You softly whined in response.

"Well, now's not the time. I got clients, doll." Rafe lowly said, a little harshly.

You furrowed your eyebrows a little in hurt as you snuggled further into him. Rafe's hand came up to your back, holding onto the back of your torso as he said; "Get out. I'm almost done." Rafe lowly instructed you.

You pouted and huffed before getting up and leaving the room, closing the door on your way out. Rafe just let out a groan as he looked at his clients.

"Well, d'you want it or not?" He asked in an annoyed tone, just wanting to get this over with and for them to leave so he could be with his naughty girl.

Not only did stuff like that happen, but he had to remind you to watch your mouth sometimes, in more than one way, actually.

Rafe didn't like you cursing. He didn't think such words should come out of your pretty mouth, only allowing it in... certain situations. He especially didn't like you cursing when it was at him.

You'd only done it one time, you were mad at him and he seemed so nonchalant about the whole situation which only made you more annoyed.

Without thinking, in the heat of the moment, you cursed at him, saying a "Fuck you." at him in almost a whisper. Rafe heard it though, of course he did, and he was not about to let that slide.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Rafe asked, coming closer to you. "Huh, doll?" He then said in response to you not answering him. Again, you don't say anything.

Rafe harshly- but not too harshly- grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him before he moved his hands up a little, squeezing your cheeks and forcing a pout on your lips.

"I don' like you speaking like that, 'kay?" Rafe then lowly told you. "Filthy words like that shouldn't come out of your pretty mouth." He told you.

Tears brimmed up and you couldn't help but to start crying. He kept his hold on your face as you started to cry for a few moments, only loosening his grip at first, before he let go and pulled you against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your back, just how you liked.

Sometimes, you'd go out with some of your girl friends. You guys would go out to the country club most of the time, just spending time together at the bar, casually drinking and eating dinner together.

One time, though, you and your friends had gotten a bit too drunk to the point that you guys could definitely not drive yourself's home. You didn't have to really worry about that anyways though since Rafe was always your ride. You guys all drunkenly stood by the parking lot, drunkenly stumbling around, dancing, and fooling around in the yard by the parking lot.

Eventually, all of your friends had gotten picked up and it was just you waiting. A few minutes after waiting alone, you could see Rafe's car driving towards you. He got out of the car, seeing the state that you were in.

"What the fuck, Y/n." He huffed as he walked over to you. You smiled at the sight of him and went over to him, engulfing him in a hug. Rafe pulled you away and kept ahold of your arms. "What are you doing this drunk, right now? Huh? Where 're you're friends?" Your boyfriend asked.

"They all got picked up already." You slurred.

"How long 've you been alone out here?" He then asked, obviously bothered about you being alone in this state.

"Just a few minutes. Promise, Rafey." You told him as you looked up at him.

Rafe sighed as he looked down at you, "Come on, get in the car. We're going home."

He held your arm and brought you to the car, helping you inside the passenger seat and buckling the seatbelt for you before shutting the door and heading over to the driver's side of the car.

When he got inside and started driving for a little, he decided to speak again. "I don' want you getting drunk like that if I'm not there." Rafe instructed you.

"But, Rafe.." You whined.

"I'm not changin' my mind." Rafe told you, not wanting you to even bothering whining and pouting about this, even though he knew you would. Truth be told, he made that rule because he cared about you and didn't want anyone taking advantage of you and he hated the idea of you being in that state and not being able to protect you.

So, yeah, sometimes Rafe had to scold you, to tell you what to do, to speak some sense into you. Sometimes he acted cold about it and sometimes he just was cold about it but in the end, he liked it. He liked being the one in control over you, no one else. He liked that you listened to him. He did this because he wanted what was best for you and in his mind, he thought he knew all that was best for you.

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[danmainacc]

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD

As Leo, Mikey, Don, and Casey ride in the Turtle Tank, Casey tells stories of the future…….and you.

Character: Leonardo

Writing type: One-shot

Warnings: none, just some tooth-rotting fluff and a few innuendod ;) and maybe the teeniest bit of angst if you squint

Author’s note: okay so it’s pretty obvious I am obsessed with Future! Leo and this idea randomly came to mind as I was watching The Thing ( don’t ask ) and just had to write it. ( credit to qoeww for photo )

...

“The Turtle Tank, baby! It’s how we roll in the past. I mean, the present. I mean...Ugh! Time travel’s confusing,” Mikey groaned, slumping in his seat in the Tank.

“They’re on the move. According to the subcutaneous tracker I put on Raph--.” “Wait, does that mean you put trackers on all of us?” Leo cocked his brown bone, giving his twin a suspicious and scolding look, Mikey doing the same.

“No. No, of course I did...n’t,” Donnie sheepishly denied, an awkward smile plastered on his face.

“Based on their trajectory, they’re headed--.” “To the tallest building in the city,” Casey finished, eyes wide. 

“That’s right, Metro Tower,” Donnie nodded, confused at how he knew.

Casey shuddered, the memories coming back to him in flashes as he recalled the scary stories Commander (y/n) used to tell him.

“I heard the story so many times as a kid, but I never thought...And behold, from their perch atop New York City, the Kraang ripped open the sky itself. What came out was terror, and what rained down upon us was worse than death,” Casey recited. 

Commander (y/n) might’ve been a little dramatic.

“They told that to kids?! Man, the future is harsh,” Mikey exclaimed, slumping in his seat once again.

“Well, I’m not gonna let that happen. We need to get into Metro Tower without being spotted. We’ll take the subway tunnels,” Leo firmly stated, turning to Donnie. 

“Subways tunnels don’t offer much in the way of an escape if we need it. Are you sure about this?” Donnie cocked a brow, turning around to give Leo a serious look.

“Yeah, maybe we should--.” “Guys, we’re doing it my way. Remember?” Leo dismissed.

The two brother gave each other concerned looks before focusing back on the road, an uncomfortable silence settling over the Tank. 

Casey looked around anxiously, fidgeting with a loose string on his glove.

Being sent to the past in itself was a nerve-wracking experience, but nothing was more concerning than watching his old masters fight like this.

In the future, the brothers were inseparable, the epitome of a strong sibling relationship. Everyone listened, everyone talked, everyone heard.

He had to find some way to get them talking, healthily at least. 

“In the future, you guys are beyond amazing,” Casey started, catching the attention of the brothers.

“The mystic powers you’re able to harness from within are on a whole other level.”

“Of course! How have we not asked about my future?” Donnie smiled, putting the tank on auto-pilot and throwing an arm around Casey’s shoulder. 

“Don’t let me down, I am expecting BIG things from me. How many Nobel prizes do I have. No! Don’t tell me. I wanna be surprised.”

“Donnie, you were the most brilliant, innovative mind of all time. Without you, the resistance wouldn’t have made it half as far as it di-is...without you,” Casey quickly caught himself, relieved to see that the brothers didn’t notice.

He didn’t want to tell them what happens, not yet, at least.

“You built weapons, tended to the wounded, and trained a select few how to build and program your tech.”

“I’m shocked, I am. Go on, continue to meet my expectations,” Donnie smirked, plopping himself back down in his seat and kicking up his feet.

“What do I do in the future?” Mikey asked, starry-eyed.

Casey turned around and gave the orange turtle a warm smile.

His plan was working.

“You are the most powerful mystic warrior the world has ever known,” Casey started.

“You trained the next generation of yokai and humans alike to wield mystic power, and protected the camp with your infinity chains at every turn.”

He walked over to Mikey, who was absolutely flabbergasted, and grabbed his wrists.

“And with those two hands, you sent me back in time!”

“Wowwwwwwwww,” Mikey marveled, staring down at his hands as Casey let go.

He quickly held them out, wiggling his fingers as he concentrated hard, a few beads of sweat rolling down his head. 

It made Casey smile to see one of his former masters so fun-loving and care-free, the break from the constant worry of battle, refreshing.

“Ahem,” Leo nonchalantly cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with the time traveling boy.

“What about me?”

Casey’s gap toothed smile grew wider, the pleasant memories of his Sensei...no...his father running through his head. 

“You were our fearless leader. If there was a rescue needed, a cargo shipment to raid, hell, a patrol slot that needed to be filled, you were the man--er--turtle. You trained some of the younglings how to use weapons and hand-to-hand combat, and were the lead strategist when it came to coming up with ways to fight back against the Kraang!” Casey gushed, gasping after finishing the whole thing in one breath.

Leo smirked, resting his cheek in his palm as he soaked everything in.

“I like this. I like this very much,” He nodded.

That’s when Casey remembered one, teeny, little detail, and smirked to himself as he leaned back, casually.

He knew Leo and Commander (y/n) were together in this time, “boyfriend and girlfriend” he believed it was called. So maybe this information might put his former Sensei at ease. 

“Oh, and you were married to the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Leo practically choked on air, and Donatello almost slammed on brake, Mikey’s eyes practically bulging out their sockets.

“WHAT?!” The three exclaimed in unison, frantically looking at Casey for some elaboration.

Casey nervously chuckled, confused at their sudden surprise. “W-Well, that’s what you used to call Commander (y/n). I think you guys get married 2 or 3 years after the Kraang first arrive.”

A lazy smile stretched across Leo’s face as he leaned back in his chair, relishing in the thought.

He already knew you were the one he wanted to marry, no doubt about it. You were his one and only. But so soon? And during the apocalypse? How did it work? Did the two of you make time for each other? Did the two of you do...adult things?

“Whoo hoooo! Looks like big bro put a ring on it,” Mikey teased, suggestively wiggling his brow bones at his older brother.

“She’s really that beautiful?” Leo sincerely asked, turning to Casey with hopeful eyes.

Casey returned a truthful smile, giving a firm nod. “Gorgeous. Despite the fact that she was living through an apocalypse, she could still very much compete with the women in the Before-Times.”

Leo grinned from ear to ear at the image, your already stunning self becoming even more radiant with age and development. He was over the moon in excitement.

Until he realized.

“Wait. What do you mean was?” Leo quickly asked, furrowing his brow bones as he turned to Casey with an icy stare.

The color practically drained from Casey’s face as he realized his mistake, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

This isn’t how he wanted them to find out.

Not like this.

“I--.” “AUTO-BREAK: ENGAGED!” The Tank stated in a robotic tone, the vehicle coming to a sudden stop.

The brothers were sent flying forward, their minds quickly forgetting Leo’s question.

Casey let out a sigh of relief as he stood up, scratching his arm.

‘Thank you, Pizza Supreme.’

...

[alexfromjersey]

ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕋𝕨𝕠 | 𝕁𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕆𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕒

Jenna Ortega x Black!Reader

summary: you and jenna have been in a relationship for the past eight years when suddenly everything starts to get rocky.

warnings: mature language, angst, alcohol consumption. cigarette smoking

a/n: by popular demand I give the second part of Cheated. appreciate all the support this got 🫶🏾

“I love you, Luis”

You couldn’t get those words out of your head no matter how hard you tried. It kept echoing in your head like an annoying song stuck on repeat. You’ve tried every method of forgetting by either drowning in alcohol or overtime at work. It only suppressed it for a little while before it clawed back into your brain.

You didn’t know where you went wrong in the relationship. You kept wondering if you did something wrong. What could have you done better? You were stuck with questions with no answers.

You took another sip of whiskey from the glass as you scrolled through the thousands of death threats and hate tweets you got on Instagram and Twitter.

You're used to it though, when you and Jenna first started dating a small portion of fans didn't think you deserved her. You never paid them any mind knowing that they were only upset that they didn't get a chance with her.

jennaortegafanduel: you don’t deserve another peaceful day in your life

mxortega: you attack a man unprovoked how much of a coward are you

guiterriezortega: I told y’all from the beginning that I never liked Y/n. Luis and Jenna were always better looking together

No one knew the truth. The truth as to why you attacked Luis in the first place. No one seemed to care to ask why you did it. They only focused on the fact that their dream man was hurt. Jenna nor Luis's team bothers to put a stop to the narrative being spun.

You had half the mind to leak all the pictures you had to the world. To show them the real Jenna Ortega. But the sensible side of you advised against it.

Eight years down the drain…eight years. Those years didn’t just represent you and Jenna being together. It represented you finally taking back your life after your mother snatched any happiness you felt. It represented a start over and finally experiencing a life and a love you never experienced before.

EIGHT YEARS AGO

“Come on Don put your back into it” You struggled as you and Donny tried to carry a dresser to his apartment.

“I’m trying. This shit is like 200 pounds” Donny grunted as he tried to get a good grip on the furniture.

He was definitely exaggerating about the pounds. But it was heavy as hell. You were helping Donny move into his new apartment downtown. You wanted to be a good friend but you were starting to regret helping out.

“Is it stuck on something?” You grunted.

“No I just can’t get a good grip-wait I got it!” Donny shouted excitedly. He finally got a good grip on the dresser and the two of you finished bringing the dresser inside the apartment.

“Never…again” You stated out of breath.

It was about 7:45 and you and Donny were nowhere near done. You just wanted to return to your comfy bed and finish watching that new Wednesday, Netflix show. It was an addictive show, with the lead actress selling Wednesday Addams really well and in a creative modern way. You grab a box and go to walk back into the apartment when a body collides with you.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry" You apologized to the woman.

"No, I should be the one saying I'm sorry, I collided with you," The woman said. You look down at her and you recognize the woman as the actress of the show you're currently watching.

"Oh...you the new Wednesday Addams," You said nonchalantly.

"Guilty" Jenna smiled sheepishly.

"Aye your show is fire except for the love triangle...no offense but it wasn't really needed." You told her.

Jenna chuckled, "Thank you and duly noted. We're scrapping the whole love triangle in the next season anyway."

"Good choice" You stated with a smile and adjusted the box in your hand.

“Moving in?” Jenna asked you, pointing to the box in your hand.

“Nah I’m helping my best friend move his stuff in. I live like 10 minutes away from here” You answered.

Jenna nodded at your answer.

The two of you just stood in front of one another in an awkward silence. You didn't know what else to say to the woman. You were kind of too busy checking her out subtly. She wore something simple: Samba Adidas, an oversized jacket, and some loose-fit jeans. She had her headphones around her neck and a purse around her shoulders.

"Uh...I don't want to take up any more of your time. You have a nice day" You politely smiled and turned to walk away.

"Wait" Jenna called.

You stopped and turned back towards the girl.

"If you're not doing anything tomorrow. There's a new coffee shop that just opened not far from here. You don’t have to say yes or anything I was just wondering if you would like t-”

You smirked at her rambling and placed the box down. You ripped a piece of paper from the box and wrote your number down. “Text me and I’ll meet you there.”

"Okay," Jenna smiled.

PRESENT TIME

Abruptly, you were brought out of your thoughts by a familiar ringtone.

My love ❤️ is calling…

Perfect timing. You had to change that contact name and photo immediately.

It was your first picture together ever, you took Jenna on a date to the fair. You called ahead to at least get two hours of park time before the general public came. It took some money but it was worth it. You weren't a picture person barely having any photos of yourself anywhere but that day the two of you took so many pictures.

You declined the call for the hundredth time in the past week. Ever since you left Jenna at the police station she’s been calling and texting you nonstop.

You place your phone on silent and screen down on the motel bar counter. You’ve been at this motel for the past couple of days. You were staying at Donny’s but you didn’t want to be a burden on him and his family. So you got a motel after much protest from them.

You finished your drink and left the bar. You stepped outside the building for some fresh air and a smoke break.

SIX YEARS AGO

“Smoking kills you know that right?” Jenna commented when she saw you leaning against the building with a cigarette hanging from your lips.

You shrugged, “We all die someday.”

“True but why speed up the process by smoking these cancer sticks,” Jenna said.

“I’m sorry…didn’t you get caught in the media smoking a cigarette with Gideon” You smirked at the girl.

“One time. It was one time. I haven’t done it again especially not after the way my mother embarrassed me on her Instagram stories” Jenna grumbled.

You let out a laugh, you remembered that day. When you saw her mother’s stories you teased Jenna about it for a good week. It was funny but also sweet that her mother was thinking about her health.

“It’s not funny” Jenna mumbled. Her being mad still made you continue to snicker before you gradually stopped.

PRESENT TIME

You finish your cigarette and flick the bud to the ground. You stomp it out and turn to go back inside when you hear a car door shut.

“I’ve been calling you,” A familiar voice said from behind you.

You freeze in your tracks at the sound of her voice that used to make you swoon. You turned around and faced the neutral-faced woman.

“Yeah, I know but what are you calling me for? We ain’t got shit to talk about” You said and placed your hands in your jacket pockets.

“We have a lot to talk about…I want to explain myself” Jenna revealed.

“Whatever you got to say, keep it to yourself” You stated. You turn around and go towards your room when her voice stops you again.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I’m sorry for everything” Jenna exclaimed, her voice cracking at the end.

You stopped again in your tracks.

“I fucked up severely. I should’ve never cheated on you” Jenna said. Tears were pooling in her eyes.

“Why did you? Why did you cheat?” You asked the millionaire dollar question.

Jenna sighed and shifted on her feet, “Because he was there. I wanted to feel something different. I was tired of being stuck in the same cycle. Going away for months and then coming back home to you working 12-hour shifts, barely getting any attention from you.”

“So to sum it all up, it’s my fault that you cheated” You spoke.

“No, I just-” You interrupted Jenna.

“You just wanted someone that wasn’t me. You wanted someone who could give you all the time and attention that you wanted. Someone who didn’t have to work a regular job to sustain themselves. Someone who could afford to take you to these expensive places. Someone that you wanted to be seen in public with. Someone that was enough for you” Jenna interrupted you.

“That’s not true Y/n” Jenna exclaimed.

“But it is true Jenna. If it wasn’t you wouldn’t have cheated. If you were happy in our relationship, the idea of sleeping with someone else would have disgusted you” You spoke.

Jenna stood in front of you, lost in her own thoughts.

You sniffled, “I told you from the start that I don’t tolerate cheating. There’s no second chance with me if you cheat. My trust in you has dissipated and I don’t know if you’ll ever get it back.”

“Y/n please I’m sorry. We can fix this” Jenna sobbed and grabbed onto you.

You gently tried to push her off you but she had an iron grip on your clothes. She then pulled you down by your jacket and connected your lips together. Salty tears were all you tasted on her lips. For a moment, you felt yourself get lost in her lips.

“I love you” Jenna mumbled on your lips.

Back then she brought you back to reality, you pulled away from her. You managed to get yourself out of her grip.

“I’m gonna come tomorrow to get my clothes and stuff,” You told her and walked into the motel. For the second time, you left her standing there sobbing away.

THREE YEARS AGO

“What’s like your ideal wedding?” Jenna asked you as she cuddled up to your naked side.

“Hmm…I always said that I would like a beach wedding. Have the wedding during the sunset and the reception at a place that has a pool and just vibe for the rest of the night” You answered and rubbed her back.

“Oh, I love a beach wedding. The only problem I got with it is the sand in your shoes” Jenna said.

“No shoes. Easy fix” You shrugged.

“What if they don’t want to have no shoes?” Jenna questioned amused.

“Well, tough tits don’t come” You chuckled. Jenna let out a giggle. The two of you just lay there, cuddled up next to each other in a comfortable silence. Cherishing the warmth of each other you rarely get to feel.

“I love you Y/n” Jenna gushed.

You sat up on your elbows and looked at her with nothing but love and happiness in your eyes. You love this girl like you never loved any other girl before. She was the love of your life and you would do anything for her.

“Baby?” Jenna’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hmm?” You hummed while still staring at her.

“You okay?” Jenna questioned softly.

You smiled at her and connected your lips to hers, “I’m perfect.” You deepened the kiss by putting all your love into it. You slowly move on top of her, holding your weight up by your palms. Jenna wrapped her legs around your waist pulling you closer.

PRESENT TIME

“Hey Apollo, how you doing boy” You gushed as your dog Apollo jumped on you excited. You brought Jenna a dog for her birthday a couple of years ago. He was a Golden Cocker Retriever (Golden Retriever + Cocker Spaniel).

Apollo nudged you with his nose and licked your face. You chuckled at the excited dog. You stood up and saw Jenna and Gideon at the kitchen counter watching you with Apollo. Gideon had a sympathetic look on her face when she saw you.

“Hey, Gideon” You politely said to the woman.

“Hey Y/n and Donny” Gideon replied to you and Donny.

You ignore Jenna and make your way to your former bedroom. You and Donny start to pack up your clothes in the boxes you brought. You packed up your game, anything you wanted you packed.

Thankfully, Donny had a truck to put everything in even though you didn’t really have a lot of stuff.

As you were loading the last box in the truck, you felt someone watching you. You turn around and see Jenna behind you.

You sighed, “I’m not doing this again Jenna.”

“Can you please just listen to what I have to say?” Jenna pleaded with you.

You sighed and leaned against the truck with your arms crossed.

Jenna nervously played with her fingers, “I know that saying I’m sorry isn’t going to undo what I did or ease the hurt that you’re feeling. I didn’t want to hurt you. I just wanted to feel how I felt when we first got together before my career and your job started getting in the way. And instead of me coming to you and talking to you about how I felt, I went to the first person that gave me what I wanted and I shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have accused you of cheating. I shouldn’t have distanced myself. I shouldn’t have done any of it. I wish I could take it all back. I regret everything.”

“Let me ask you if you didn’t get caught, would you still feel guilty?” You asked.

Jenna opened and closed her mouth trying to find the right words to say. You grabbed a small box from your pocket.

“I wanted to marry you. I wanted to have kids with you. I wanted to grow old with you. I never felt love like I did with you. As much as I would like to fix this and move past it…I can’t. I can’t do it because every time I look at you…I just see you and him together” You said and grabbed her hand. You then placed the box in her hand.

“Despite what happened I’ll always love you but we can’t be together anymore” You kissed her on the forehead and gave her hand a tight squeeze. You then hopped into the truck with Donny in the passenger seat.

Jenna looked down at the small box in her hand. With shaky hands, she opened it to reveal a diamond engagement ring. She covered her mouth as sobs escaped. She felt Gideon hold onto her as they watched the truck you were in disappear around the corner.

It confirmed to Jenna that she’s lost you forever.

a/n: sooooooooo i went through like seventeen different versions of this lmao but i hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm gonna go rage on call of duty now :)

[thegodmother007]

My New Neighbor Chapter 6: Trivia Night

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

Chapter 6:

I took my seat as the host of the event started talking. My seat, which was at a Human-sized table that sat on an even larger table where Vi was seated behind me. I look at my dull red button, connected to a line of wires that is connected to a buzzer. I look around the room to see the myriad of other apartment residents who have chosen to participate in tonight’s competition. I noticed Brax seated across the room, closer to the front, with a woman I could only imagine was his wife & the mother of Dylan, the giant brat who ruined the wax coating on my car. I see a few other giant teams seated at their tables & scattered around a few Human participants, but they were far outnumbered by the giant residents. What I also noticed was that Vi & I were the only mixed race team competing. I felt a bit of embarrassment, wondering if any of the other Human tenants noticed & what they thought about it. I glance at Vi who sits high above me, both her arms laying on the table top on either side of me. Her arms were quite toned for a woman, I could see the slight shadow of muscle under her skin and noted her shoulders were quite broad as well. Even human sized, she would be considered pretty stacked for a lady. I tried not to stare as my eyes began to travel across her whole form, taking in the details I missed when we met the first few times because I couldn’t stand making eye contact while being under her gaze. I realize I never got a really good look at her.

Her hair was long & thick, a mixture of a brown and reddish color. Her skin was a light olive and eyes a very deep brown. Her lashes were long and her cheekbones were high and pronounced. She definitely worked out, her body seemed solid and strong looking. As I was admiring her bracelet, I hear her whisper to me “Did you catch any of that?” which shocked me into making eye contact with her, who was now looking down on me. I felt a blush creeping across my face as I realized I missed everything the host was saying. 

“No, what was he saying?” I asked sheepishly. Vi motioned me to turn around and face forward, leaning down to be just behind me, as if to whisper in my ear. I face forward, away from her as I feel her warm breath cascade over my shoulders and against my neck as she explains to me what I was missing. “The rules are you must hit your button & then be called on by the gaming host to answer a question, never before. If you answer without hitting your button first or being called, whoever did hit it first, can steal that answer & gain the point, so don’t forget to hit your button & wait for Don to call you. We are table 7, so he will address us as Table or Team 7. If you answer the question wrong, the team who hit their button 2nd, will have the chance to answer. Got it?” I felt hot goosebumps creep up my back and neck as the warmth from her talking washed over me. “Y-Yea, I think I understand.” I could feel Vi sitting up again, back into her chair, but her strong arms were still sitting on both sides of me. Her hands, larger than my own car, were relaxed and weren’t too far from me. I could go up and touch them with only a few steps away. I chastise myself for staring & force myself to pay attention. 

“Alright, our first category will be sports!” Don announces. Don was a giant man, he was very much in his 50’s, his silver hair combed back, matching his well groomed mustache. He was an Indian gentleman, well dressed & eager to host the game. He wore a bowtie and had suspenders on, which held up khaki pants which went with his green button up shirt. He reminded me of a teacher I had in middle school. Next to me, I see Vi’s hand move into a thumbs up. “Good luck” she says, telling me I was basically on my own for this round. No problem, I could handle sports. I perked up and listened carefully as Don flipped his slide to the first question: “What type of race is the Tour De France?” I froze, I was not a racing fan, I figured they would have stuck to just standard sports, I did not account for this. I hear a buzzer go off to my right and see that Table 5 had the answer. Don calls upon the team & the giant man who buzzed for his answer, called out “Bicycle race!” Don rang a cow bell he had sitting off to the side “Correct! One point for Table 5!” 

I hung my head down a bit, ashamed that I missed the first question. Without warning, I feel a slight pressure on my back and a voice from above me say “You got this, it was one question.” I turn to see Vi staring ahead, but her thumb, which now sits on my shoulders and back, pats me. That was a nice gesture but for a moment I felt like her pet she was trying to comfort. I didn't wave her off though, I didn't want to offend the giant who literally had me almost in her iron grasp. “Next question!” Don cheerily says, flipping his PowerPoint to the next slide. “What two teams played the Superbowl last year, 2023?” This one I knew! I slammed my hand on my button and a shrill buzz can be heard echoing the room, followed by 3 others who also had the answer. I remember what Vi said, to wait to be called on, so I did. Don points his hand towards us “Table 7?” I stood to answer, calling as loud as I could “Chiefs & Eagles!” Don smiled and rang his cow bell “Correct! Team 7 is on the board!” I sat down, pumping my fist “Yes!” I said, finally in the game. I felt like we had a chance now. 

It went on like this for the next 10 minutes. “Michael Phelps!” “Penalty box!” “The first Olympic competition took place in Greece!” “Baseball has nine innings!” The questions ranged significantly in difficulty. But I was able to manage to come up one less point than table 3 who ended up having a sports coach competing, but our score had us in 2nd place. Don announces the placements and moves onto the next categories. I leaned back in my chair, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief now that my category was over. But a new type of stress overtook my nerves, when I looked up at Vi, who is now going to be the one answering the questions. As I look up to her, she looks down at me, we catch eye contact, and I instruct her with my hand motions to come down so she can hear me. 

Vi leans down, putting her ear almost next to me “If you need help, let me know. I'll do what I can.” I say trying to offer any kind of support. All she does is nod and sit back up straight, listening to the question. Don announces the next category: History. “Oof. My worst category” I thought to myself. “In what year did the Titanic sink?” Don reads off his PowerPoint. Vi’s hand was lightening quick, scaring me nearly out of my skin as the impact of her strike of the button shook the table & me on it. I felt my blood run cold as I realized just how quick and how forceful she could be in a moment. I swallowed thickly as she waited to be called on. Don motions to our table “Table 7, you have the floor” he says and Vi stands to answer as well “The Titanic sank in 1912.” She sits down, even before Don confirms if she got the question correct. He flips his PowerPoint to the next slide “Correct!” He says as the number ’1912’  flashes across the screen. That point put us in first place! I looked up as Vi was sitting with a smug smile, clearly ready for the next question. 

“The Forgotten War is the nickname of what 3yr war?” Again Vi’s hand slams the button. This time, I was a bit more prepared for it. “Table 7?” Like before, Vi stands to call her answer “The Korean War” she proclaims. Don smiles, confirming her answer with his next slide “Nicely done! We have a little historian here tonight!” I chuckle quietly to myself “Little” he says…

The next slide is wildly colorful, with some GIFs of a famous game show host yelling “Bonus point!” & balloons & confetti littering the screen. Vi hadn't sat down yet when the slide popped up. “Stay standing!” Don instructs, Vi listens. “You have an opportunity to gain one bonus point, what years did the Korean War take place?” Vi stood there thinking for a moment. I look at her, seeing on her face she is searching for the answer. A timer set for 10 seconds is already down to 5. Hardly a moment before the timer goes off, Vi yells “1950-1953!” As the ‘ding!’ echoes in the room. Don, surprised, rings his cow bell “Bonus point to Table 7!” Vi plopped down in her chair, almost as if to catch her breath, as she got the answer in without a second to spare. I turn and give her a thumbs up and she smiles at me before refocusing her attention on the game. 

Trivia night went on for the next hour. Vi did pretty well in the other categories, bringing us ahead by 10 points. We were going to win this thing! Is what I thought until the Pop Culture questions came up. Up until now, Vi was dominating the majority of the questions. History, Science & General Knowledge were definitely her strongest suits, but when the Movies genre came up, she floundered. The other teams used this opportunity to catch up to our table & I felt the prize money slipping through my fingers. After the 3rd movie question went unanswered by Vi, I turned to look at her, who was clearly stressed. “Not a movie buff?” I asked her and she promptly shook her head ‘No.’ This is going to be left to me. Table 5 was catching up quickly, 29pts to our 30pts. I couldn't sit and let them take the money that’s rightfully mine. Luckily for me, the next question was a comic book question. If I am anything, I am a nerd through and through. DC, Marvel, video games, board games, those were my jam. The question rung out “How many original members sat on The Justice League before expansion?” Without even thinking, I stood and slammed my hand on the button, yelling out “Seven members!” sitting in my seat proudly afterwards. Instead of Don’s cheery face congratulating me, he frowns “I am sorry table 7, you did not wait to be called on. You will not receive this point. The question now goes to Table 5” Don motions for them to answer. The human man who sat at Table 5 stands & calls “Seven original Members sat on the Justice League before expanding.” Don rings his bell “Correct!” 

I scoffed and watched the point add up to Table 5’s score, bringing them to 30pts. We were now neck & neck with Table 5. As Vi and I waited for the next question, Don flips the lights of the room off and turns on a crude disco ball, which reflects light from an LED stand. Intense music starts playing over the room’s speakers and the next slide flashes across the screen “Tie Breaker!” Says Don, who is overly enthusiastic about two teams being tied. “ Table 7 and table 5, you both stand at the cusp of victory. We have one final question to ask, and whichever table answers correctly, wins the $250. This is a random question from any one of the topics played here tonight. Are you ready?” I sat, intensely staring at the screen waiting for the next question. Don flips the screen to the Tie Breaker. Loudly & proudly he yells out “What does DNA stand for?” I froze along with the rest of the room. Who knows that?! I asked myself. I look at Table 5 where the two Humans on the table are frantically talking between themselves trying to source an answer. As I turn to talk to Vi as well, my attention is caught by her hand, reaching up and slowly and pushing the button. Everyone in the room, including Table 5, turns to look at our table, where Vi has her hand on the button after having pressed it. Don, surprised and excited asks “Table 7? You have an answer?” Vi slowly rises, seeing everyone stare at her. “Yes.” She says, as everyone waits & Table 5 holds their breath. “DNA stands for Deoxyribonucleic Acid” Vi stands, waiting for a confirmation of her answer. I feel a bead of sweat drop down my temple as Don’s face remains placid, not giving me a hint whether that answer was right or not. In a moment, Don’s mouth opens with a smile as he shouts “Winners!” The presentation slide flashes ‘deoxyribonucleic acid’ as the right answer across the screen. I jump up from my seat and cheer “Yes! We did it! We did it!” I turn to Vi who is also celebrating from above. A sound clip of cheesy band music, playing ‘We are the Champions’ blares in the room, Don throwing confetti and glitter to really sell the win. I have no idea where Don had been keeping the glitter, but who cares? WE WON!

I couldn’t help but jump up & down, ecstatic that we had won, but also surprised that we did. I can hear Vi clapping for us as Don comes over with plastic trophies, one Human sized & one giant sized. He gingerly hands the trophy to me, which feels like a toy, but nonetheless a trophy. Vi takes her own matching trophy and waves it around with a huge smile on her face. The rest of the room gives us some unenthusiastic claps, an air of disappointment from the other residents littering the room. Don crouches down so he is also addressing me as well “You will both see $125 in your accounts by the end of the week. Congratulations to you both, you were a formidable team!” He tosses some more glitter onto our table before standing and turning away. I pour what glitter found its way into my trophy out and look up to Vi, who is already smiling down at me. Vi reaches her finger out to me, slowly this time. I stare & she motions me for a high five “OH!” I say as I jump up and slap her finger as hard as I could. I knew it wouldn’t hurt Vi, who giggles at my excitement & takes her hand away. “Thanks for competing with me!” She says as the other apartment residents begin exiting the room. “No problem, thanks for inviting me. And thanks for basically carrying us the whole game. I won’t lie, I am shocked at your trivia knowledge.” Vi shrugs “I was a nerd in school for sure. That’s why I was not great at the sports category, I was not a part of any sports teams, I never liked them.” I found that odd “Respectfully though, Vi, you seem pretty fit, how is it you don’t like sports?” She sat down to be closer to me, not as towering, which I appreciated “I could never get into them. I was always better at academics.” That was even weirder to hear “But giants are built for that kind of thing, aren’t they?” I asked. Vi’s face twisted with confusion “What do you mean?” At this point, I was not listening to myself & just started talking “Well giants are better suited for hard labor, heavy lifting, building & landscaping. Your people have been doing that successfully for centuries, you know? I mean it’s cool you’re smart, I just wasn't expecting that, you really saved us with that tie breaker!”

I sensed Vi’s mood shift a little, but she kept her smile on, just not as pronounced. “Yea, I guess I did.” She says with little enthusiasm. I thought about what I had said to her, wondering what it was exactly that was now getting this kind of response. Before I could ask, she stood up with her plastic trophy, which fit in her single hand while I needed two “Thanks for playing, but it’s getting late, so I am going back to the apartment.” She turns around, walking away from the table. I stood alone in the Common Room, looking at the scattered confetti and glitter that Don had left behind for the cleaning crew. I turned from the table & started my trek back to the apartment where I start browsing online some new game controllers. 

[soupywrites]

I don’t know much about Splatoon, but you could write something on your favorite character(s) going through a typical day :4

This one was interesting to tackle. Hope you like it!

OTH: Day Off

Marina awoke to the sound of her own tossing and turning. She rolled over, half asleep, and found herself looking at the face of her girlfriend. Pearl laid there peacefully. I wonder what she’s dreaming about, Marina pondered.

She turned back onto her left side and finally opened her eyes fully. The sunlight was beginning to pour itself into the room through the large window, the curtain barely able to block most of the morning rays. It was seven o’clock, much too early for the sleeping princess on the right.

Marina slowly slipped out of bed and slid on her sandals before making her way out the door and down the hall. She immediately resigned herself to her office; she’d been trying to crack the code on her most recent project for ages. Marina worked well into the afternoon, not once pausing to take a break.

The door to the office made a loud creaking, and a faint shuffling was heard outside. Pearl came into the small, cluttered room, still not fully awake, and sat on the floor next to Marina’s chair. She waited for her girlfriend to acknowledge her, but Marina never did. So, she did the only logical thing, and she pushed aside a stack of papers that rested on the corner of the desk and pulled herself off the floor. Pearl hopped up so she was sitting on the desk and waited. Marina finally looked up from her laptop and she, albeit a bit startled, locked eyes with Pearl. Marina smiled softly, and leaned in to kiss her forehead. Pearl smiled, and then stretched her arms before jumping off the desk.

“C’mon, ‘Rina! You can’t waste the day in your office again!” Pearl determined. “Let’s do something! It’s not often that we have a whole day to just ourselves. No interviews, no autographs.”

“Aww, Pearlie! You know I want nothing more than to spend my day with you, but I really have to get this part done, and…” Marina trailed off, focusing back on her work. Pearl shifted to stand behind her.

“‘Rina, you can’t be serious. Eight is out with Three right now, Callie and Marie are hanging out with Acht. We even convinced Deep Cut to handle the Square’s news so we could take a day,” Pearl shook her head. “You work ALL THE TIME. Don’t think I haven’t caught you working late at night recently. I’ve been cold alone in the bed, ya know!”

Marina smiled sheepishly, almost in a grimace, and then sighed. Closing the lid of her laptop, she swiveled her chair around to fully face Pearl, who had already made her way to the door, leaning against the frame.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” Marina said, looking apologetically at her girlfriend. “You’re right. I suppose I do work quite a bit, and it’s the first day we’ve had in a while where we can be alone. Let me make it up to you.” She rose from her chair and walked over to Pearl. She was almost minuscule compared to Marina, but Marina gently took Pearl’s hands in her own anyway.

“How?” Pearl asked, now smiling.

“Let’s go to lunch. Or, err, a late lunch. Wherever you want.”

“And then what will we do?”

“We can take a walk in the park.”

“That sounds nice.”

“You think so?”

“I do.”

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Marina went back to the bedroom to change into something more appropriate, and Pearl followed her in, sitting on the bed waiting. Marina emerged from the closet in a light blue dress and black Toni Kensa high-tops. Pearl blushed, slightly embarrassed that she was simply going to go out in her black ripped jeans, Cherry Kicks, and old band tee that she had already been donning.

“Gee, you make me feel so uncivilized sometimes, ‘Rina,” Pearl laughed. “Sometimes I wonder how someone like you ended up with someone like me.”

“What does that mean?” Marina turned to face Pearl.

“You’re just so beautiful, that’s all,” Pearl sighed. “And smart, and talented, and crazy awesome all the time. I’m just, you know, Pearl Houzuki, the short annoying one from the splatcast.” Pearl smiled, but it simply was there to distract from her eyes which held her true feelings.

“Pearlie! You’re not annoying, and you’re smarter and way cooler than I am, alright?” Marina walked over to the bed, almost floating, and held Pearl in her arms. “Nothing will ever change that. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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They decided to head to the new Inkopolis Square Crab-N-Go for lunch, taking their food outside and sitting at one of the more isolated tables. Marina and Pearl got a “Marigold’en Garden Greens” to share.

“Ya know, I never can wrap my head around how you think that tastes good,” Pearl teased, pointing at Marina’s “Salty Melon Special.”

“It’s the perfect blend of salty and sweet,” Marina nodded. “Kinda like you.”

Pearl looked down at her “Smoothie Especial” and smiled to herself.

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Hand in hand, the pair walked down the pathway in the park, taking in the scenery. Other Inklings and Octolings were taking strolls, but the two only noticed each other. Marina dragged Pearl over to a pond where small fish were darting left and right.

“Isn’t it so pretty? How can something so dangerous be so beautiful?” Marina sighed, crouching down next to the water.

Pearl, arms crossed, stood above Marina and nodded. “Kinda like you, huh?”

Marina, flustered, turned around to look at Pearl and smiled. “Aww, Pearlie!”

Pearl helped Marina off the ground, and they continued walking.

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Back at their home, Marina laid her head on Pearls lap as the two watched the Deep Cut splatcast, the sun setting in the west.

“You lip-sync, we drip ink!”

“Ay, ay, ay!”

The idols’ voices could be heard throughout the room.

“You know, they’re doing pretty great for newbies,” Pearl stated.

“Yeah, they’re all great! I know we have a kind of rivalry with them, but I’m glad we can all still be friendly,” Marina said happily.

“So, Shiver, have you heard the new Off The Hook song?” Frye rocked back and forth on her pillow.

Shiver bowed in thought, and then turned to face Frye. “‘We’re So Back,’ right?”

Marina shifted so she was sitting upright, eyes glued to the TV. Pearl simply sat back, crossing her arms over her chest in preparation for judgement.

“Yep, that’s the one! Everyone was getting HYPED this past splatfest now that they’re back from their world tour.”

“Ay! Ay? (I quite enjoyed the song! How about you two?)” Big man chimed in.

“It definitely wasn’t as good as us,” Frye said, almost teasingly, like she knew Marina and Pearl were watching. “But it was still pretty great! What about you, Shiv?”

“Here we go,” Pearl muttered.

Shiver closed her eyes and then smiled. “After ‘Suffer No Fools,’ I bet you all think I’m going to bash Off The Hook. But you’re wrong! ‘We’re So Back’ was the best song I’ve seen come out of Pearl and Marina in a while. At the very least, it has my approval.” She tapped her fan on the kendai.

“No way!” Pearl was standing now, having jumped up when she heard Shiver’s compliment.

“Can we just take a moment to give a shout out to Inkopolis Square? It’s been fun repping you guys today, too!” Frye said. “And also, to Off The Hook, hope y’all are having a great day!”

“And that’s it…for now.”

“Ay! (Let’s get outta here!)”

“From Splatsville, and Inkopolis, that’s a wrap.”

All three stood up. “Catch ya later!”

With that, Deep Cut disappeared from the screen, leaving the cooking program that had been on running in the background. Pearl was stunned, and Marina pulled her back onto the couch.

“Ohmg Pearlie! They liked our song!” Marina was practically singing.

“Yeah, if I’m being honest, I’m kind of surprised.”

“Maybe this means we can all just be friends now?” Marina was excitedly rambling now, talking about future songs and events.

“Maybe,” Pearl smiled.

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Marina fell asleep lying on Pearl on the couch; it was already ten o’clock. Pearl, still wide awake, sat and mentally planned out their day tomorrow. Splatcast at eight, two hours of band work, another splatcast at ten, Eight and Acht come to the studio for two hours, another splatcast at twelve. Pearl sighed. It’s all just ink and repeat, she thought.

Pearl, who is much stronger than she looks, managed to carry Marina to the bedroom, setting her in the bed. Turning the lights off, Pearl smiled at her sleeping girlfriend, and she then hopped in the bed herself. However, she couldn’t stop thinking about what Shiver had said, and how happy it made Marina. Pearl made a mental note to thank Deep Cut tomorrow for taking over the splatcast today, and she fell asleep content with her day.

[full-moon-full-team]

Fortune Favors the Bold

(Persona 3 spoilers)

A sound of acknowledgement. The Ralts chirped gently, tilting its head upwards towards Makoto. He adjusted one of his earphones to not cover the ear facing them entirely, giving a soft, but undeniable nod in response to the small creature. His nose had a bandage on it and his lip was still a bit cracked, but he was still relatively alright despite his. Forceful meeting with the ground the night prior.

Faintly, the young man hummed, peering upwards. The Ralts didn't annoy him. Desperate as it seemed to be to stay around him, he didn't exactly seem all that bothered by its presence. He had no clue about what gender it was or why it had such an affinity for him, but. He could mime these little "conversations" just fine. They weren't as annoying as people. He actually had to think of how to word things around them.

With how bright the moon was in the sky, it lit up Sandgem almost as much as the general streetlights were. A small town, sleepy at this time of night. But according to the night clerk at the Pokémon Center, the professor of the region had a rather unorthodox habit of staying up far too late for his own good. Professor Rowan, who specialized in Pokémon evolution, apparently. Night time evolutions were apparently a thing, and he was seemingly raising two Pokémon kits at the moment to make sure that he could see exactly how that played out.

Makoto, ever the pragmatist, figured that would have been his best bet to learn a bit more about what Pokemon as a whole were and potentially even get a good grip on what this Ralts even wanted. If anything. It wasn't like they would just want to share space with him, they were a wild monster and he was just some high schooler. A shift of his earbud back onto his ear a bit better as he reached for the door to the lab, grasping--

"Thanks again, I'll keep in touch once I--"

THWUMPH--

The door was swung open as Makoto grasped onto the door handle. It caught him just off guard enough that he had no real way of reacting to having an entire other person slam straight into him. There was no fanfare, they both simply tumbled to the dirt road with Makoto on his back and this new mystery person upon his chest, coughing. "A-ah, man, I'm sorry...!" A masculine one, similar in tone to Makoto's own, a tinge of yellow crossed the floored guy's eyes. And eventually, white matched it, the undershirt of what looked like a school uniform donning a yellow scarf above it. And the other, slicked back hair of a black hue, finally stood himself with a blink of gray eyes that matched Makoto's own. A smile crossed his lips, almost on instinct.

And in them flashed a notable amount of excitement as he glanced down at them. "Oh, there you are! I was getting kinda worried you wouldn't get here in time." Out came a hand, and Makoto stared at it for a curt few seconds. Long enough for the one standing to begin to lose his smile. It fell entirely when Makoto began to stand on his own. The earphone he had been fiddling with fell off his ear entirely, allowing the song, Burn My Dread, to calmly play from it as he brushed himself off.

"Please watch where you're going." Curt. Calm. Not a hint of anger or annoyance. But a distinct lack of something else that the other was expecting: recognition.

"... Really, Yuki-kun? The cold shoulder? Ouch. I know the last time we met wasn't the best of terms, but that's harsh." He rubbed the back of his head, one hand sliding down into his pocket as it happened. Embarrassment flashed across his face as he glanced up a bit sheepishly from a lowered gaze. "You're gonna blow my goodwill with that kinda talk."

"I don't see how--"

"Ah, yes! Was this that 'Makoto' you were speaking of Ryoji?" An older fellow's voice, soft but audible enough to be heard. There was a moment of pause as the one with the scarf was addressed, and he reached out to grasp Makoto's arm to abruptly yank him inside. There was a moment of almost fake protesting, though the furrow in his brow stated it was genuine. However, as the door was soon closed, the white-shirted young man stepped to the side with a bow and a motion straight to who he had yanked in. Which allowed Makoto to notice who had been speaking.

An elder man. White hair, a practical mullet of it on his head and muttonchops to match. The mustache stretching his entire face as well, the sideburns, the hair all matching the snowy appearance with much lighter gray eyes peering out towards them. However, the warmness in his gaze helped to emphasize the other notable trait. Underneath of his sweater-vested upper body was his lap. Which held two very small creatures.

One, brown fur mixed with the cream of their rather cushioned scarf of fluff, peacefully sleeping while the other looked over with a curious gaze as their fur had a pointedly different coloration: silver with white. Two very young, but very healthy little Eevee. "Do forgive me for not coming to see you. I had heard you were in the local doctor's care, but I had been out of town until just the last few hours."

"... It's fine. I was coming here anyways," mused Makoto, his bored expression completely contrasting the other two beside him. Ryoji gave another embarrassed grimace, wincing slightly at his tone while the Ralts... well. They were giving Rowan quite a prompt look of wonder before, as per usual, grasping right onto Makoto's pant leg.

Rowan was not ignorant of these occurrences. This so-called "friend" was seemingly a walking plank of wood... that a Ralts of all things seemed attached to at the hip? And with a lack of a Pokéball anywhere on his person... He stroked the silver-furred kit in his lap, smiling warmly at Makoto. "Your friend here tells me you're a recent arrival in Sinnoh and that you had an inkling to learn a bit more about Pokémon, is that right?"

"I came for that reason, yes, but--" A hand wrapped right around Makoto's shoulder as he attempted to dismiss the 'friend' comment, Ryoji tugging him right into a half-hug with a bright grin.

"Told ya, Professor! He's a real--" "Personal space." "--passionate fellow underneath all of that sulking and brooding."

Makoto's expression was just. Tired. Completely deadpan, not a hint of malice or anger. He was just dealing with this with one of the most bored faces one could wear. Which juxtaposed hilariously against the bright smile his "friend" was displaying... and the equally as excitedly smiling little Ralts, who was looking up with a light clap of their arms together. And poor Rowan couldn't help but laugh in pure amusement at this matching. "Well how can I refuse such a heartfelt plea! Makoto, your expression belies your good heart. A Ralts does not approach someone like you without getting a good feeling from you."

"Can you explain Ryojis?" The scarfed teen snorted at the comment and gave Makoto a small pat on the back before resting a hand on his shoulder a bit more casually, the opposite hand sliding right into a pocket once more.

"All this after I told you to remember? A dagger straight to the heart." This caught Makoto off-guard. Enough that his eyes showed a bit more consideration to the concept of knowing them, even going over to look at Ryoji. This time... he smiled a bit more warmly. And nodded gently in response. This gave a moment of pause, one that Ryoji egged on. "Go on."

In that same voice as the night prior.

Makoto looked forward. He let his hands slide into his pockets. And he glanced to Rowan with a gentle nod.

"... What can you tell me about Pokemon?"

[aquietwritingcorner]

Title: Can’t Stay Awake       Day: Febuwhump 2023, Day 18: Can’t Stay Awake   Fandom:  TMNT 2003 Word Count: 2355   Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  K/G   Characters: Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, Splinter, Leatherhead Warning:     Summary: After being cured of his secondary mutation, Donatello just can’t seem to stay awake. It was understandable at first, but as his recovery stretches on and his need for sleep persists, his family can’t help but worry that something else is wrong. Fortunately, Leatherhead may have some answers.   Notes:  Occurs after the Good Genes Arc. Did I do five minutes of research on turtles and light, and the write this as I’m fighting staying awake myself? Yes, yes I did. Please pardon any inaccuracies. This is not my best work.   ff.net || AO3

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Can’t Stay Awake

It hadn’t concerned anyone too much when Donatello couldn’t stay awake on the helicopter ride home. He had been raging as that monster for days, refusing to eat or drink a majority of the time. Before that he had been sick. Changing back had to have taken a great toll on him, especially when combined with everything else. So when he tried but failed to keep himself awake as they flew back home, no one thought anything much about it. They were just thrilled to have him back with them.

No one even thought much about it when they got home, and he had trouble waking up or keeping himself awake long enough to get inside and to their medbay, where Leatherhead could monitor him. Don had basically been asleep on his feet, and Leo and Raph had supported him pretty much the whole way there. He had passed out almost immediately after they laid him down and slept through pretty much all of the tests that Leatherhead had run.

No one had even been too concerned when he slept for pretty much the whole next day. They hadn’t been too concerned when, after that, even though he was up for small periods of time, he had fallen asleep easily and quickly, often in bizarre places just because he was that tired.

But when it persisted after a week, they began to grow concerned.

“Where is Donatello?” Splinter looked at his other three sons, but none of them seemed to have an answer.

“I haven’t seen him since last night, Sensei,” Mikey said. “When he went to bed.”

“What time was that?” Splinter asked.

“Uhh… pretty early, actually,” he said. “Maybe… seven-thirty? Maybe eight?”

“Don never use’ta go to sleep that early,” Raph said, casting a worried look towards his brother’s bedroom door.

“I know,” Splinter said, worry in his voice.

“I knocked on his door this morning,” Leo said. “He responded, so I thought he was awake.”

Splinter hummed. “Leonardo, go get your brother.”

“Yes, Sensei.” Leo wasted no time in getting up and heading towards Don’s room, clearly just as worried as the rest of them.

The three remaining family members waited in silence, all of them listening to make sure that nothing was wrong. However, after a few minutes, Leo returned with Don in tow, and they all relaxed a little.

“Sorry, guys,” Don said, sheepishly. “I guess I fell back asleep.”

“We will discuss it later,” Splinter said. “For now, join your brothers in morning meditation.”

“Yes, Master Splinter,” Don said, and sat down with his brothers, settling between Mikey and Leo.

While meditation wasn’t Don’s strongest area, he was usually fairly decent at it, so long as he focused on it and not on the hundreds of projects and problems he was working on. He usually took it pretty seriously, even more so after the Triceriton invasion. So, when he slumped over onto Mikey, startling him out of his meditation, it was a bit surprising.

Mikey yelped, Don startled, and everyone else jumped up, only to see Mikey with his hands on Don, helping the sheepish turtle to sit up.

“Sorry,” Don, apologized again.

“Are you alright, Donatello?” Splinter asked him.

Don nodded. “Just… tired.”

Splinter nodded. “Perhaps some physical exercise will help to stimulate you. Leonardo. I want you to start with the basic katas I told you about yesterday. Help your brother through them.”

Don looked a little insulated. “Basic katas? But that’s stuff we learned when we were kids.”

Splinter leveled a look at him. “Nevertheless,” he said. “Your body had been through something horrific and traumatizing. We will build it back little by little and start with the basics. When I feel you are ready, you will move on.”

Don’s shoulders slumped slightly. “Yes, Master Splinter.”

“Come on, Don,” Leo said, clapping a hand on Don’s shoulder. “It won’t be that bad!”

“I guess not,” Don muttered, but allowed Leo to lead him away.

While Splinter worked Raphael and Michelangelo through more rigorous training and exercises, Leonardo led Donatello over to the side, where they started with some basic stretches and practice. It was more to loosen up than anything else, but it still allowed Leo to keep an eye on Don. He was still tired, of course, but aside from being a little tight in his stretches, physically he didn’t seem that bad off.

They finished the stretches rather quickly and then moved on to the very first kata they had learned as children. Don still knew the kata well, but his forms in it were not as crisp as they needed to be. Exhaustion seemed to pull at him as his arms sagged, and his stances were shaky. It was clear that Don was aware of it, and that it frustrated him. It was also clear that the more he did it, the worse it became. Don seemed to become more and more tired, more and more frustrated, until Leo wondered if they should stop. Don looked asleep on his feet and—

Leo leapt forward as Don stumbled, and practically fell down. “Don!”

At Leo’s call, the others stopped, hurrying over. Don was sitting up, Leo’s arms around him, and trying to wave off his family’s concern, but the exhaustion was just too much.

“M’sorry,” he said. “I’m just so tired.”

“That is enough for the day,” Splinter said, finally giving into his worry. “Leonardo, Raphael, take your brother to the medbay. Michelangelo, please call Leatherhead, and see if he will come. I fear that something is not right, and I want him to check Donatello over.

There were a series of acknowledgements, and then his sons moved, doing as he asked of them. Donatello mumbled out another exhausted “I’m sorry” as his brothers took him away. It was only when they were all out of sight that Splinter allowed himself a moment. They had saved his son from being that monster, but he worried it was not enough.

Leatherhead was quick to come over, Michelangelo going to get him so that some of his equipment could be brought back to their home. Once again, Leatherhead ran Donatello through a gambit of tests, although he did seem to add a few more that he hadn’t before. While they waited on the results and for Leatherhead to interpret them, everyone loitered in the medbay, wanting to keep an eye on Don as he slept. Fortunately, Leatherhead did not seem too bothered by having an audience watching over his shoulder as he interpreted the results of the test.

“Most things remain just as I told you before,” Leatherhead finally said. “His cells, while retaining some damage from the secondary mutation, seem to be settling in nicely with the cure. Its has gone into his DNA and turned off the genes that allowed for Donatello to experience the secondary mutation. Part of his tiredness is from his body adjusting to that.”

“But LH, it’s been, like, a week!” Mikey said. “Shouldn’t he be, I dunno, not falling asleep in his Wheaties every morning?”

“Yes, that is a concern,” Leatherhead said. “Which is why I ran a few additional tests.” He paused for a moment, using Don’s computer and an old projector to put the results of the test up on the wall. “When Donatello mutated for the second time, his body went through many changes. He grew in size, his shell changed shape, and he gained other features. When he was changed back, there were similar results, just in reverse.” He tapped a projection of Don’s shell. “How much do you know about the needs of turtles when it comes to growth?”

The three turtles looked at each other, as if trying to figure out where Leatherhead was going with this. Splinter was the one who spoke up. “They require heat and sunlight,” he said. “When my sons were young, I noticed that if I could get them into heat and sunlight, they faired better. They seemed to grow more and be healthier in general.”

Leatherhead nodded. “Yes. Turtles need sunlight to produce D3, which helps with bone and shell growth, as well as help in digesting food. Being mutants, the need in your sons would not have been as great, as the mutation would have reduced the need for that. But it was still good for them.”

“Is that why layin’ out at the farm feels so good?” Raph asked.

“Most likely,” Leatherhead said.

“But what does this have to do with Don falling asleep all of the time?” Leo asked.

Leatherhead turned back to his reports. “With the changes that happened in him, his entire body is having to restructure. You are feeding him the diet I recommended, correct?”

“Yes,” Splinter confirmed.

“And it is clear that he is getting adequate rest. Yet his body seems to be slow to recover and exhausted.” Leatherhead looked back to his friends. “It will not account for all of the exhaustion, but I think that what Donatello’s body is going through is similar to a period of rapid growth. However, to grow properly, he needs exposure to UVB light and sunlight. Exposure to that will not only bring him warmth, but allow for him to properly digest his food and help to build his shell and bones. When you combine that with the general trauma and Donatello’s previously unhealthy state, I believe this could account for his inability to stay awake. Put simply, his body is putting all of his energy into growth and recovery and trying to compensate for a lack of resources.” Leatherhead looked back at Donatello. “It is only a theory, you understand, but it the best theory I have.”

“Hm. It is one that makes sense,” Splinter said, bringing a paw to the end of his muzzle as he contemplated Leatherhead’s words.

“So whatda we do?” Raph asked, stepping forward. “We can’t exactly go layin’ around in the sun.”

“No, but… maybe we can bring the sun to him,” Leo said. “What about heat lamps?” he asked, turning to Leatherhead. “Would those make a difference?”

“You would need UVB lights, too, but it would be a start,” Leatherhead said.

“Wait!” Mikey snapped his finger. “Hang on, I think Don was talking about something like that before all of this. He was actually, uh,” he looked over at Leo. “He was actually thinking of way to help your shell heal faster and stronger.”

There was a beat of silence as no one quite knew what to say to that, but everyone knew that it was just so inherently Don that it made sense.

“Anyway,” Mikey continued. “He was working on some lamp or something up in the garage, I think.”

“He was!” Raph said. “I remember draggin’ him away from it a few times, because he wouldn’t rest.”

“Let me see them,” Leatherhead said.

It didn’t take long for Leatherhead to look over the lamps and pronounce them exactly what they needed. He had to make a few minor adjustments to them to finish them out, but it wasn’t long before he had two working UVB lights and the brothers were transporting them down to the infirmary.

“Will this work, Leatherhead?” Splinter asked as the other adjusted the lights over Donatello.

“Perhaps,” Leatherhead said. “It should allow for him to process food better, getting more nutrients from it, which will help. He will still need to rest a lot,” he said. “But hopefully this will help speed the process along.”

“Whether it does or not, we are grateful to you for your help,” Splinter said.

Leatherhead shook his head. “No, my friend. I am more than happy to help.”

With the lights on him, Don woke not too soon afterwards. The situation was explained to him, and he agreed to stay under the lights quite frequently. For the next week, they watched him closely, noting that he seemed to have more energy and a bigger appetite. He still napped frequently and tired out much quicker than before his second mutation, but it was an improvement.

Casey and April had been thrilled to see Don’s improvement as well. After learning that Don seemed to be out of danger and that sunlight was a major factor in allowing his body to recover naturally, a trip to the farmhouse was proposed and accepted.

For a few weeks, Don lounged about up there, laying or working in the sunshine as much as possible. His brothers often joined him, and slowly but surely, Don seemed to come back to himself, his progress outpacing what Leatherhead had predicted from the lamps alone. By the time they returned to the city, Don was nearly ready to hit the ground running, even if his brothers weren’t quite ready for that.

There was still the question of the lamps, though.

“What are you going to do with them?” Leo asked as he watched his brother move about the medbay.

“Keep them,” Don replied, looking for a good place to store them. “Even if we do get more sunlight now than we used to, it’s still not a bad thing to have lying around. Besides,” he glanced at Leo. “I want to see if this can help your shell heal.”

Leo shook his head. It was just like his brother to already be planning on how he could help his brothers. “I’m not so concerned about that,” Leo said, slinging an arm around Don’s shoulders. “I’m just glad that you’re feeling better.”

Don leaned into the arm a bit, and then playfully headbutted Leo. “Yeah, well, still. But thanks. I’m glad things are finally going to get back to normal.”

Leo grinned, but tightened his hold on Don, turning into a light headlock. “You say that now, little brother, but just wait until Mikey’s coming to you all the time with something he broke.”

As if on cue, there was a crash, and then Mikey’s voice going “..Oops,” and Don couldn’t help but laugh. Even if he was still a bit tired, he was more than glad for life to finally get back to normal.

[turtlenovela]

The Blue Pragraphs - 49 Kids and NOT Counting

Welcome to the Blue Paragraphs! These are parts I cut from my fanfic's final draft, since I felt they were slowing down the story's flow in the long run. They always contain additional information that may or may NOT appear in the story again

If you'd like to have a glass of sunshine, enjoy banter, digs at TLC shows and want to spent a little more time with the whole Hamato clan and Barry at Todd’s place, this is for you

Chapter 9 ½ - 49 Kids And NOT Counting!

"Here," Todd said, serving the Hamato clan his famous lemonade, "after a glass of sunshine," the world will look a little brighter."

"Blasphemy!" Draxon shouted, hitting the tabletop with his fist that the lemonade glasses jumped. "This kretin defiles my creation with inferior-science-based mass production!"

"Barry, whatcha talkin' about?" April asked.

"The turtles," he explained, pointing at them, "they are a state of the art masterpiece, maybe even my magnum opus! And this disgusting individual just steals their unique DNA and copies them in the most profane way possible."

April made a sour face at this utter lack of empathy for her surrogate brothers. "Getting copied and mass produced is something every brand should get used to," she said, callously smiling."

Also it's outrageous," Splinter complained, "that this dweep dares to break our family tradition. "Yes, I might have stuck to these traditions quite loosely, but my grandchildren being about to be taught kung fu instead of ninjitsu? Unthinkable!"

"This is the only thing that worries you?" April hissed, her eye twitching. 

"I think," Todd said, "these kids should decide themselves what kind of martial art they want to learn. Then he patted Draxum on the back. "Well, not everybody can perform great alchemy. So they had to settle for cloning. I'm sorry your work got copied. But now the precious little beans are there and need our love and care."

Thanks to Mickey, Todd was still blissfully unaware of the true crime background of this whole affair. Just like Casey Jr., who also sat at the table at Todd’s puppy rescue station.

Raph sighed: "Now we'd need someone like you, Todd, but who's as great at kid rescue as you are at puppy rescue."

"Oh," Todd stated, "you have a master architect among you."

"That’s not the problem," Donatello said, trying to repress a flattered smile. "Sure, I can build new hideouts any time. But what we need is funding to fully and constantly care for our kids."

"Oh yes," Todd agreed, "funding is always a problem."

Raph cleared his throat. "Talking about funding," he said and eyed his second oldest brother suspiciously: "Raph might not be the brightest candle on the cake, but you can’t even make me believe  that you build all your shiny tech from scratch. You must have your own way of funding - probably one neither pops nor I would approve of." 

Don tried to look as hapless and innocent as possible. 

"I always suspected that, but was afraid of asking," Leo remarked, frightened. 

"Well, uh- I recycle a lot and due to the mystic tech powers I developed, I additionally could cut down on costs-," Tello stuttered sheepishly. 

"Purple", his father began in a benign tone, "I won’t judge you, when you tell us how you earn money."

"Dad, he doesn't fall for that anymore," Leo remarked dully.

Dee's expression turned from anxious to annoyed and he informed his fam: "Let me tell you this: I can either afford funding for my inventions OR provide for our kids. And I don't think such sacrifice would be in your interest."

Mickey changed the topic. "Why don't we sign a contract with TLC?" He suggested.

"Very funny," Leo said. 

"No, for real!" Mike stated. "I mean, think about it! Sure, they exploit people. But they helped these huge weirdo families to make a living, pay for surgeries and stuff. Also they loooooooove teenage parents, fundamentalists and unhealthy family structures in general. And all of this is yesterday's snow compared to reichsburgers, mutants, yokai -"

"It's official now," Lee interrupted him, "Miguel has lost his marbles."

"Aw man!" Mickey moaned. "Maybe such a program would help people to see more in us than just monsters."

"Yeah, completely broken freaks for instance," April remarked. 

Leon sighed, looking at Casey, who just raised his eyebrows. "Currently," he began, "I only see one way to start our own fund."

"Not another one of your fishy and highly dangerous getting-rich-fast schemes!" Splinter protested. 

"Dad, these were getting famous fast schemes," his son corrected him. "Over the years April applied for so many jobs, I stopped counting. And Casey and his mom work as camp counselors. Sooo the most obvious solution for us is to get jobs."

This speech caused a little bedlam: Mickey stuffed a thermometer in Leo's mouth. Raph complained: "But we already have a job: to keep New York's criminals at bay!"

"Do you even know the horrors of teenage work places?!" Donnie cried and then whispered: "Customers - you have to talk to them and smile!!" He ended his sentence yelling in panic.

"You're aware that even if all four of you start to work hard," April pointed out, "you'll be far from providing for 49 kids. "We have to start somewhere," Leo replied. "We can't sit around and wait for a benevolent sponsor."

"Okay," April said, "who are you and what have you done to Leo?"

Only Casey proudly smiled at his former sensei. 

[loveinstreams]

silver + charlie adamo/hank mccain

“I should get you a ring.”

Hank almost crashed the car on the side of the road.

“What?” He squeaked. “The hell you’re talking about? “ He scoffed, giving Charlie the side-eye while trying to hide his confusion. The other man merely shrugged. “Well, he started, any proper gang leader has one. Makes them look rich and important and intimidating, especially if it’s one of those big chunky rings. Makes you wonder what kinda mark it’s gonna leave when he punches you, y’know?” There was a small grin over his lips and Hank mirrored it.

“Don’t think I wanna look like that fat Italian Don you used to work for.”

“Of course not. But to be fair I don’t think you’d pull it off even if you tried, shorty.” Hank tried to smack him with his hand, eyes on the road. He was still smiling though.

“Ok smartass, why the fuck would I wear a ring anyway?”

“It would help us I think. Make it seem like there’s more than just the three of us on those heists. Like you could have a whole crew behind your back ready to pounce.” Hank wanted to argue that they didn’t need to. That it was good enough like it was. Just him, Charlie and Rosemary against the rest of the world. But somehow Hank couldn’t bring himself to say it. Something in the way Charlie was staring at him on the passager seat. In the way he felt his palm sweat over the leather of the wheel at the thought of Charlie wanting to buy him a fucking ring.

“How do you even plan to get that ring?” He asked instead.

“Hummm, I have a few ideas.” He sounded like he was talking about something else than jewel robbery, somehow. Hank couldn’t figure what though, but who the fuck talks about stealing precious goods in that kind of voice? Hank tried to not to go down that train of thought.

“I don’t know, man.” He chuckled nervously. “Besides, what would Rosemary think?“ He shot Charlie a smirk, trying to joke, but the man just hummed pensively. “Guess I’ll have to ask her too.”

Hank didn’t know how he felt about that.

—

A few weeks goes by, they continue their business as usual and Hank had forgotten everything about that stupid ring. Until Charlie drops a little red box on the bed beside him one late afternoon.

“What is that?” He asks, looking away from the machine gun he’d been polishing.

“It’s for you, Charlie says, almost sheepishly, got it after our last job.” Hank shots him a questioning look. How the hell did you manage without me noticing?, he wants to ask, but then remembers Rosemary and how good she is to hide things from him. God dammit.

He puts down his gun and takes the little box in his hands.

“Go on.” Charlie whispers, encouraging.

Hank opens it.

It’s silver. That’s the first thing he notices. It’s silver and round and shines so fucking bright. When the light hits it just right Hank thinks it could blind someone. It’s not big though, it looks small and elegant, with no fancy design or anything. But it’s been polished in a way that makes it reflective all around.

“Here, Charlie says again after a few seconds of silence. Let me-“ He sits down besides Hank on the bed, taking the little red box from his hands and Hank cannot fucking talk, doesn’t know how to, because Charlie is pulling the ring out and taking Hank’s hand in his own and ever so gently he-

The ring slides perfectly on his finger.

“How’s it?” Charlie asks, almost whispering.

Hank moves his fingers, feeling the weight of it, how it hugs just right. How it just seems to be made for him.

“How did you-?” He can’t finish the question but Charlie winks. “Well I can’t tell you all my tricks, boss.”

They both snort at that, letting go a bit of the tension between them.

“Guess I’m gonna have to act a Don now.” Hank chuckles, still not looking at him. “Nahh, Charlie says, still too short for that.”

They fall in comfortable silence. Hank can’t stop staring at the ring, transfixed by its polished shine. The smooth surface twinkles when Hank moves his hand. Even here, on his calloused finger, the silver band looks pretty and…pure.

“Do you like it?” There’s something in Charlie’s voice, hidden behind his usual assurance. Shyness. Anxiety. Hank’s words are stuck in his throat again. He can’t talk about this, doesn’t know how to, doesn’t have the skills or even the fucking knowledge. He’s better with actions, gestures. Kissing Rosemary is always easier than telling her.

So Hanks nods. That seems to satisfy Charlie who grin, says he’s glad and starts to get up. Hank stops him by the wrist.

“Charlie-“ he starts, but the other man raises a hand to stop him.

“You don’t have to say it.” His smile has turned soft around the edges. “I know.”

He lets go, turning to the door and leaves Hank there with his silence.

—

The next day, when Rosemary sees the touch of silver on his hand she doesn’t say anything, but happiness is written all over her face. And when Hank sees the same warmth in Charlie’s eyes, he welcomes it and smiles back.

[alcospray]

my ex-high school-sweethearts agenda with kuroo.

In a garden filled with blooming zinnias, two people vowed to love each other until their last breath. The sunset provides a golden spotlight as they utter their I do's. There is a watering in my eyes; maybe it's pollen allergy (well, I don't have that), or perhaps it's because of the sheer happiness I feel for Kenma.

It's weird to witness the person you grew up with doing very adult things. Like now, getting married while crying that renders the eyes red and raw and, nose filled with snot afterward. It's weird, but it also warms my heart. I am quite envious, even.

But it's weirder to have your heart beat faster, your hands clammy as a wet clam when you meet eyes with your ex at your shared friend's wedding.

The very ex I declared that I have moved on from. The very ex I tried to get hexed via a (fake) witch when I was pissed drunk. The very ex who promised to stay with me forever then left me. The same ex who, until today, my mother still asked about.

Standing beside the groom, although I hate to admit it, Kuroo looks handsome, donned in a light burgundy suit, hair slicked back. Tall and lean. He has a shit-eating grin as he watches Kenma bawl his eyes out, only faltering when our eyes accidentally meet. As instincts kicked in, I averted my gaze and subtly hid behind my hands in the guise of blocking the setting sun.

As the moon settled on its place, the garden transformed into a bustling dance floor. I watched Bokuto clumsily but eagerly twerk to Doja Cat, the Nekoma High players in a dancing train led by Lev, wiggling their bodies to Gasolina. And of course, the newlyweds slowly dance to the soft rhythm of their favorite song.

Kenma divulged that he wanted to keep the wedding intimate so it would feel like a mini reunion for all his close friends. "Just like old times. That's why you should be there. No more avoiding us." He sighed through the phone. "I'll even pay for your flight and all. So, no excuses, okay?" I laughed in response, mumbling my assent.

Just like old times, the whole place is vibrant from the laughter and antics of everybody. Too many familiar, friendly faces from youth. The faces I greeted in the hallways; the faces I laughed with; the faces I laughed at; the faces I avoided when my relationship with Kuroo soured. Too many familiar faces yet I have never felt so out of place, so suffocated.

“Do you still love these flowers?” Kuroo sheepishly asked pointing to the pink and purple zinnias. Holding his breathe, Kuroo waited for a response.

He does not expect you to talk to him. Heck, for you to even utter his name so sweetly again after everything that happened between the two of you. But you did, crouched down in front of the zinnias, looking up at him with those eyes he used to make crinkle in laughter.

“Hi, Kuroo.” The look of alarm in your face, due to the sudden intrusion, is quickly exchanged with a shy, tight-lipped smile. “Yeah, I still do.”

In the secluded part of the garden, away from the jovial chaos of the party, Kuroo felt his heart beat a little faster, his hands a little clammier. Like it used to be in his youth.

originally posted on @nouvelleair but i'm not really good at managing two blogs so reposting it here. my first ever fic writing, this is a practice piece tho. it felt good to finally put the floating ideas in my head into words. i'm so happy, writing is so fun really. i'm also still in the process of figuring out how i want to write (i.e., pov). learning is also so fun mwa mwa

[ykwrites]

💮 Yellow car-Tsukishima x fem!reader 💮

Pairing:Tsukishima x fem reader

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sx, unprotected.

Rating:NSFW mdni

Requests: OPEN

MASTERLIST

That damn car made too much noise for Tsukishima´s liking, everyday it passed by his house like a bunch of empty cans hitting concrete. He saw it, old beetle, beat up and yellow, wondering how that thing was able to still work and who drove it.

This night was different, because the car didn´t speed off into the distance, but stopped almost right in front of his door. At first he didn´t give it much thought, until he heard a door slamming shut and a woman´s voice cussing out loud. Not his problem.

You on the other hand, stood desperate and tired, fighting the urge to kick your car. It was 11 at night and after a whole day of work this was the last thing you wanted to happen.

Nothing in the car indicated why it stopped and your phone died a few hours ago, so calling a friend or mechanic wasn´t in the picture.

‘‘What the fuck am I supposed to do now?’‘you huffed, looking to see if any of the houses around you had lights on.

The situation was shit, for starters, you hated asking strangers for help and still had more than half and hour left of driving back home.

‘‘Do you need anything?’‘a male voice echoed above you, making you jump back and look up to see where it came from. 

From a distance, the man appeared to be about your age, blonde. with glasses and a clearly annoyed expression. 

‘‘Yeah, my car broke down’‘ you explained sheepishly, his demeanor was intimidating ‘’Can I use your phone? mine died’’

Without responding, he shut his window, leaving you confused and kind of pissed off. Was he just going to ignore you? 

Thankfully a couple minutes later, the front door of his house opened and he stepped out, dressed in black and red pyjamas and holding his phone. 

He walked towards you in silence, handing the phone after unlocking it.

Happy that someone was there to help but panicking inside, you tried remembering anyone’s number, almost bursting in tears when you didn´t. 

‘‘Are you okay?’‘the blonde man asked, his voice stoic.

‘‘I don´t know phone numbers by memory’‘you responded.

‘‘Let me call a tow truck, usually you can go in the truck with them’’ 

The phone was in his hands again, making you notice a couple of his fingers bandaged with white tape.Then you started to analyze him further, apart from the misterious aura, he was quite cute.

A faint blush appeared on your cheeks, realizing how attractive he was, even more so when he frowned and started arguing with whoever was on the other line, his voice not rising a single note.

‘‘Is your house far from here?’‘he asked, angrily hanging up.

‘‘Like 35 minutes away’‘ 

‘‘The truck driver said they don´t offer service in this part of town past 9pm’‘

‘‘Really?’‘you asked, trying to sound composed ‘‘Tell me there´s a hotel close so I can spend the night’‘

‘‘I don´t know if you noticed, but this is a rural area’‘he explained, fixing his glasses ‘‘My brother borrowed my car for the weekend and none of my neighbours drive’‘

‘‘I guess I´ll be sleeping in my car tonight, thank you for the help’‘

Defeated, you opened the yellow door knowing this night was about to be a nightmare. The seats were not made to sleep on, hard and leathery, narrow and short. Not to mention, it was cold as hell. 

‘‘I have a guest bedroom’‘

Had you heard correctly? he was offering his guest bedroom?

‘‘Oh no, I don´t want to be a bother and you already helped me a lot tonight’‘you declined.

“I don’t mind”

His face said the opposite, like he felt obligated to say that.

Your options were: staying in your car and probably get murdered by a stranger or go inside his house and probably get murder by a stranger, and only one of those didn’t include freezing.

Another option could be your car again but not sleeping at all, wich would result in wasting your only day off work sleeping when you got home.

“Is it really okay?” You asked, making sure he wasn’t just trying to be polite.

In response he walked the few steps to his door and opened it, gesturing for you to follow him inside, wich you hesitantly did.

The house looked old but well taken care of, with traditional japanese sliding doors and open spaces, all decorated in dirty white and dark brown.

“You can leave your shoes here”he indicated, pointing a small shelf almost filled to the brim with men’s shoes, mostly trainers.

Not to bother him, you quietly nodded and did what he asked, thankful that the floor was warmer than you expected.

“Did you have dinner?”

“No, I usually wait till I get home”

“Come with me”

The vibe around him was difficult to explain, it looked like he was inviting and trying to help but his facial expressions showed no interest or emotion other than annoyance. He could be in a mood or maybe his personality was just like that, regardless you decided to accept any help.

Inside the kitchen, you sat down observing his movements as he got a bowl of rice and vegetables and put it right in front of you, making a gesture for you to wait until he put chopsticks next to the bowl and served another one for himself.

Obviously silence filled the room, two strangers that met ten minutes ago eating dinner together in such a bizarre situation, intimate almost.

You weren’t a fan of small talk, but figured not saying anything would be even more awkward.

“Thank you for the food”you spoke, making him look at you through his glasses.

“It’s nothing” he shrugged “I was about to have dinner and cooked too much”

“Do you live alone?”

“I live with my brother, but he’s on a trip for a couple days”he responded.

“Are you not afraid that I’ll murder you on your sleep or something? I mean, you met me like two seconds ago”

“Are you not afraid of the same thing?”a smug smile creeped on his lips.

Cute.

“I would rather sleep in a proper bed anyway, and if I die then so be it” you joked “But you really offered me your home way too quickly”

“Honestly, this area is not good, houses are far from one another and there has been incidents with women and other things like robbery and fighting”the blonde explained, calmly eating “I know it seems weird but I wouldn’t feel good leaving you outside so late”

“Then I’m thankful I came across you”a warm smile showed “Unless your plan is to murder me, then not so much”

“Not my plan, too much cleaning afterwards”laughing, he followed the joke.

Now the air felt less tense, that small conversation became longer and more detailed, finding out unimportant things about each other like the reason why his fingers were bandaged, because he played volleyball, apparently he just got back from practice and changed into his pyjamas right before your car broke down.

His demeanor, although it was still stoic, warmed up a tiny bit, laughing and smiling from time to time. You were unfortunately aware of your cheeks growing red every time he did and wondered why his presence and demeanor were so attractive to you. The entire time you tried to block certain thoughts about him, knowing how indecent and scandalous it was to let your mind roam free when you just met him and the poor man tried to help innocently. 

Did he have a girlfriend? He couldn´t, if he did she would not be okay with him inviting another woman to sleep in his house, even in a platonic way.

‘‘Are you okay?’‘ he suddenly asked, interrupting your stupid thoughts ‘’You spaced out’’

‘‘I´m fine, sorry’’ embarrassed, you kept your eyes on the table.

‘‘I imagine you are very tired, I´ll show you the guest room’‘

He stood up and you followed close, trying to focus on anything that could distract you from this madness. 

It was the second door right upstairs, and he entered the room before to take a couple blankets out of the wardrobe and place them on the queen size bed. 

‘‘This one is my room’‘ he walked only a couple steps, sliding open the door in front of the guest room ‘’Bathroom is there’’he pointed to the last door down the hallway. 

‘‘Great, thank you’‘ you bowed shyly. 

‘‘You are welcome, I still have to do a few things before bed but you can go to sleep, tell me if you need anything’‘

‘‘Okay’‘ 

‘‘Good night’‘

You responded back wishing him good night and watched as he walked downstairs, closing the door as soon as he was out of sight and letting yourself fall on the bed. What an exhausting day, exhausting and fucking weird if you ask me. 

Muscles finally relaxed, only the faint noise of a cicada echoed outside the house and water running in intervals so you assumed the blonde was doing the dishes. 

The image of his bandaged fingers flashed in your head, he tended to fix his glasses a lot and constantly made you aware of how big his hands were. Again with the damn inappropriate thoughts, huh? On the other hand he couldn´t read minds so...whatever, who cares? A little fantasy never hurt nobody. 

How fun would it be moaning his name with those fingers buried deep inside you? What was his name? 

Ridiculous, you imagined fucking him and didn´t even know his name. 

For a moment you wished you could be home to relieve yourself, because thinking about it was private, but masturbating there crossed the line. 

Maybe you could blame it on your hormones, or on the fact that it had been a long time since you slept with someone, but a part of you wanted to give in to the lewd thoughts and touch yourself with the possibility of him catching you.

After what felt like an eternity of madness, you took off your bra and laid down comfortably covering yourself with a blanket. At the same time he walked upstairs and inside his room, dragging his feet on the wooden floor.

A couple minutes passed, eyes getting heavy and body drifting to sleep, content that even with how bizarre the night was at least you had a warm bed to sleep in.

Next morning rolled around quick, a faint light filling the room when you lazily stretched, wondering what time it was and looking out the window. It rained so heavily that you wondered how you din´t wake up earlier with how loud it was. The streets were drenched, a big stream of water flooded down, so much so that it raised up covering more than half of your car´s wheels. 

Thank god someone decided to help you last night. 

Careful not to wake the blonde in case he was still in bed, you quietly went to the bathroom before heading downstairs, instantly tensing up when you found him in the kitchen chopping vegetables. 

‘‘It´s gotten crazy outside’‘you said, heart racing and brain already messing with you.

‘‘Good morning,it looks like you will be stuck here with me for another day’‘he greeted, turning to see you ‘‘I watched the news, it´s going to keep raining and they predict the floods will get bigger’‘

Now, what was happening? A damn movie? These kind of things only happen in bad movies.

‘‘Not my lucky day, that´s for sure’‘taking a deep breath, you walked towards him ‘‘Can I help you with anything?, I feel bad to be invading your space for so long’‘

‘‘You can wisk those eggs if you want to, there´s bowls in the cabinet above you’‘

Nodding, you took out a green bowl and he handed you the wisk, hands coming in contant for a second. Enough to make you blush, so embarrassing. 

‘‘Last night I realized that I didn´t ask your name’‘focusing on your task, you tried to defuse the tension building up in your imagination ‘’I´m Y/n’’

‘‘Tsukishima Kei’‘he responded nonchalantly.

What would be better to moan? Tsukishima, Tsukki...maybe Kei.

Bold and inappropriate described your thoughts perfectly, about a man you barely met, a man that you didn´t know if he had a girlfriend or if he was remotely interested in you. So stupid to think he felt the same primal attraction. 

‘‘Did you sleep well?’‘Tsukishima asked, clearly trying to make small talk.

‘‘Yes, although I think your girlfriend will give you a hard time for letting me sleep here’‘

Wow, really? You HAD to say that? 

‘‘I don´t have a girlfriend’‘he looked at you side eyed, probably observing your reaction. 

‘‘Boyfriend? Partner in general?’‘you said in a playful and unintentional tone, making him laugh.

‘‘Completely single’‘he clarified ‘‘Your partner is probably worried that you have no phone and didn´t get home’‘

‘‘I don´t think so, I live alone in a small farm with barely any service and everyone is used to me not calling in days’‘you paused to put away the wisk ‘‘And I am also single’‘

‘‘And I thought this area was rural, you live in the middle of nowhere’‘

With time, Tsukishima seemed to get used to having you there, creating some kind of comfortable space between you, familiar almost. 

While eating breakfast, you couldn´t help but look at his hands now without the white bandages, pretending not to get lost thinking about his fingers wrapped around your neck with him pounding you hard and bruising your lips with a demanding kiss. The same table you were eating on could sufice for a good hook up, or the kitchen counter. Hell, even the floor.

You maintained a normal conversation on the outside but hid lewd excitement on the inside. 

‘‘I guess my brother isn´t coming back soon either, roads are blocked by the flood’‘at some point he had gotten his phone out and you didn´t even notice.

‘‘Just when the world decides to end my car breaks down’‘

‘‘It makes a lot of noise’‘

‘‘What?’‘

‘‘Your car, I´ve been hearing it ride by for a long time’‘

‘‘It’s old’‘

‘‘I always wondered who drove it’‘

‘‘Here I am, very underwhelming I know’‘you joked. 

‘‘Not at all’‘he smiled. 

Without responding, you shoot him a smile back and gathered the dishes to wash them, on one side to help and on the other to hide your blushing. 

You focused on your task, crazy, going in circles and overthinking why he also sneakily asked if you were dating anybody. For sure he was trying to be polite and keep the conversation going, it wasn´t his fault that you were delusional. 

A few minutes later you finished doing the dishes, patting your hands dry on your shirt and turning around only to crash against Tsukishima´s chest as he tried to walk past. Both of you froze in place, so close that your breathing stopped. 

His eyes looked darker and your face grew red, daring to stay still as a statue.

‘‘Sorry I bumped into you’‘he broke the silence, not moving an inch ‘‘I will be more careful next time’‘

The air could be cut with scissors and your heart pounded loud, stuck in a trance. 

‘‘It’s okay’‘you managed to utter those two words.

‘‘Can I kiss you?’‘

CAN HE WHAT? You were still sleeping, this had to be a dream.

‘‘Please’‘

Your response sounded like a prayer desperate for forgiveness, every inch of your body aching for him when his lips pressed against yours, softly at first but deep and passionate when you placed both hands on his chest. 

Tsukishima broke the kiss, both his hands resting on the side of your neck. 

‘‘I don´t want you to think I´m making you pay me back for letting you stay’‘he explained, his voice deep and breathing heavier.

‘‘This is weird, we both know that, but we are adults and I wanted to kiss you too. I don´t think like that’’

‘‘Good’‘

No more talking for now, only kissing and tentative touches. You felt a wave of heat all over your body when his hands squished on your neck ever so lightly, it was just to pull you closer but more than enough to rile you up.

Tsukishima tried to be respectful, to keep it sweet and simple, and you complied even though you wanted him to rail you then an there. Maybe he didn´t want sex and that was perfectly fine. 

The makeout session lasted for what felt like two seconds, time vanishing in between your lips. 

‘’Can I ask you something?’’completely enchanted by him, you asked. 

‘’Sure’’he responded, his thumb making small circles on your waist. 

‘‘You don’t want to go further because you think I´m doing this because I feel that I owe you something? or simply because you are not in the mood for sex?’‘it baffled you how coherent you sounded ‘‘both are fine by the way, and I understand we barely know each other so it´s okay, no pressure’‘

For the first time since you met him, he was the one blushing and avoiding your gaze, however, he didn´t step away from you, just gulped loudly before responding. 

‘‘The first one’‘he cleared his throat ‘’I do want...you know, but I didn´t want to make you uncomfortable’’

You couldn´t help but smile, feeling like you won the grand prize and holding his chin to make him look directly into your eyes. 

‘‘I have to confess something’‘ slowly, you got closer to his face ‘‘I´ve been wanting you to fuck me since I met you’‘ 

Tsukishima didn´t say a word, instead his lips crashed with yours desperately, placing his hands on your thighs to help you jump and sit on the counther so your heights would be even and he fit between your legs. 

Aching for more contact, you tugged on his shirt and tangled your hands in his hair, biting his lower lip with hunger and earning a low grunt from him. He seemed to take revenge kneading one of your breasts through your hoodie, smiling into the kiss when he noticed there was no bra and pinching your nipple to hear you yelp under his touch. 

You broke the kiss for a moment, catching your breath like you just ran a marathon and tugging on his shirt to take it off. Tsukishima didn´t let you enjoy the sight for long before taking your hoodie off and latching on a nipple like a starved man. 

At this point your pussy pulsed with anticipation, he was fast paced and thankfully as desperate for you. 

‘‘I love to hear you moan’‘he said, leaving a wet trail of kisses until he reached your neck. 

His words sent you over the edge, that easy to please you. 

‘‘I would love to scream your name more’‘you responded, trying to sound composed as he sucked on your neck, probably leaving a hickey. 

‘‘Then remember to call me Kei, because I will make you scream’‘

That bastard, who would’ve thought he was into dirty talk?

You didn´t know how, but in the blink of an eye all your clothes laid on the floor. Tsukishima helped you on the counter again, making sure you felt his hard cock pressed against your bare pussy, teasing your entrance but focused on kissing. You pushed your hips forward, trying to make him do something about the burning sensation inside you, he didn´t comply, instead his hand traveled between your bodies and pressed on your clit without a warning. 

He really enjoyed every moan, getting rougher with his movements every time he heard one, his free hand squishing your hips. It felt good but torturous, because you so badly wanted him inside you. 

‘‘Kei’‘you breathed out ‘‘please’‘

‘‘Mmmh, already?’‘he looked at your face contorting in pleasure, teasing your entrance with a finger ‘‘I barely touched you and you are so wet’‘he put it in and you bit your lip trying not to make a sound ‘‘come on, don´t you want me to touch you more?’‘with a sinister grin, he added another finger and started moving them in and out, watching you melt, aware that he could do whatever he wanted.

‘‘Fuck’‘hurting your pride, you gripped his wrist in an attempt to push his fingers deeper. 

‘‘You’re so needy’‘

Painfully slow, he removed his fingers leaving you extremely frustrated, making you frown as he smiled. He was so smug, so demanding and so fucking hot, even more so when he lifted his fingers to your mouth for you to suck them clean of your slick, his other hand placed on your neck harshly. 

Fingers left your mouth for a split second, just enough to help his cock line up with your entrance and slowly adjusting inside, careful not to hurt you. 

You saw stars, so fucked out and dying to cum on his cock, wishing you had met him earlier and wishing you could fuck him over and over after this. 

When he felt safe enough that you both were comfortable, he started moving, closing his eyes and cursing out loud, your nails digging on his shoulders. 

Tsukishima hit the perfect spot almost instantly, leaving you begging for him to go harder, wich he did, this time leaving the teasing aside. 

‘‘Fuck, Kei, right there’‘

Hearing his name was a massive turn, he captured your lips trying to control himself but getting sloppy with every hard thrust, moaning with you, sweat running down his forehead. 

Skin hitting skin echoed in the room, the distinctive smell of sex filled the air and you couldn´t help but start clenching around him. Usually you lasted way longer, but the fact that it had been so long since you slept with someone and your wild attraction towards Tsukishima had you in shambles real quick.

‘‘Kei, I´m going to cum’‘your voice hitched. 

‘‘Go on, beautiful’‘he grunted, biting your lower lip and squising your neck ‘‘cum’‘

Just when you thought it was impossible, he slammed into you even harder, your pussy almost convulsing at the movement as you threw your head back reaching your orgasm. 

‘‘Fuck’‘you moaned, your brain not capable of forming complex words as your cum released on his cock. 

Tsukishima didn´t keep going, instead he got out and let you breathe, sweetly caressing your cheeks and leaving small kisses on your forehead.

Butterflies flew in your stomach, feeling content, so comfortable and taken care of it was scary. 

‘’Give me a second and we can get back to it’’you said, now calm ‘’It´s not fair you didn´t cum’’

‘’Oh, don´t worry about me’’he laughed, so charming ‘’I had enough fun watching you melt under my tuch’’

‘’But’’with a small peck, he interrupted your words.

‘’Listen, what if we go take a warm shower?’’his voice was sweet as honey ‘’We can do this again whenever you want, as many times as you want’’

‘‘Okay’‘happy with his answer, you agreed.

‘‘Great’‘

Following him to the bathroom, you thought that if you had known this was going to happen, you would’ve broken your car yourself.

[hotwings0203]

HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”