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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Possesive! Jeon Jungkook- Only Mine....

HEY GUYS!

SO ANON ASKS

Your new promp list had me 🥵🥵🥵 if it’s ok can I request numbers 1, 3, 34, 79 with jealous best friend JJK snapping after seeing you around boys all the time? You can choose if you want it noncon or dubcon 🥵

OMG I GLAD YOU LIKE IT! OKAY LETS GET RIGHT TO IT! (Also since I don’t do non-con, I’ll make it consensual. Just a heads up)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

34- I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you.

79- Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

LEGGO!

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“Kookie!” You ran up to your bestie as he walked out of the airport terminal.

“Y/N!” he practically dropped his duffel bag as he wrapped his arms around your wait. He hoisted you off the ground. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. “My Y/N, I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” you laughed as he tightened his arms around you.

“And I get you all to myself- he began.

“Y/N!” you heard an onslaught of voices. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin and the other guys all crowded around you. You were pulled out of Jungkook’s hug into Namjoon.

“Guys!” you smiled. “I missed you all too!”

“Damn, you should’ve seen Jungkook! He bolted out of the plane!” Hoseok laughed.

“Maybe because I wanted to see my Y/N.” he grumbled in reply. “Give her back!”

“No way!” Yoongi scoffed. “You can have her back after we get dinner.”

Jungkook glared as his friends. How dare they just take you from him?!

“You guys!” you laughed. “We’re making a scene!” you said as their fans caught sights of you. They all seemed infuriated. “You’re fans are gonna-”

“Our fans aren’t gonna do shit.” Jungkook glared into the crowd. “Let them try.” he seethed. He snatched you back into his embrace. “I’ll protect you, love.”

You nodded shyly as Kookie led you to the front of the airport.

...

“Okay weirdos! Dinner is served!” you held the giant box of takeout. “Noodles for Yoongi, Taehyung! Rice Cakes for Seokjin, Namjoon and Hobi. For Jimin, some Extra Spicy Tofu Stew. and For Jungkook and I, fried rice!” you put the box on the coffee table.

Jungkook smirked, of course he went out of his way to make sure no one ordered the same thing as you. He made sure you had ordered last so he could order the same thing.

“Shit, they gave me way too much Bulgogi.” Namjoon seethed. “Y/N, wanna split with me? I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all of this.” Namjoon looked at you who had already settled.

“Oh. Sure!” you smiled.

Namjoon shot Jungkook a mean spirited smile. “In your face, asshole.” he said with his eyes, even though the words never escaped his lips

DAMNIT! Jungkook felt his fist clench. He rolled his eyes. “Hey! Y/N! Pass me a napkin will ya?”

“Oh. yeah.” you threw a napkin his way before resuming your conversation with Yoongi.

Jungkook watched as Yoongi traced his fingers on your wrists as he spoke to you. His face hardened into a glare. Everyone knew he liked you, but until he made his move they wouldn’t care.

...

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He was practically steaming at the ears.

“Why were you with Hoseok?” he asks as he stormed through his room door, a hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. Surprising but not painful.

“He needed help shopping for an outfit for a photoshoot?” you raised a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t bullshit me! You were on a date!”

“Okay first of all even if I was, what business of yours is that?” you crossed your arms. “You’ve been acting pretty weird these past few days and I don’t like it!”

“I DON’T LIKE YOU PARADING YOURSELF AROUND LIKE A-”

“I dare you to fucking finish that sentence.” you warned. “You can forget you had a friend if you do.” You backed towards the door.

Jungkook grew more and more agitated. “Y/N I’m sorry.” he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” you sighed. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“No!!” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind. “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” he blurted out. “I’ve loved you for five fucking years ever since we met!!” he spilled his heart out. “and y-you’re putting me in an uncomfortable position!”

“Huh?” you could barely register what he said before he stormed up and captured your mouth is a kiss.

‘Kookie!” you were surprised to say the least. “You just- Hmm.” he didn’t give you time to talk as he kissed you again, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He ran his fingers down your spine, holding you close.

You would have been over cloud nine...if you weren’t so angry.

“WAIT A MINUTE.” you forced yourself to step back from him. “FIVE YEARS?” you exploded. “FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME! YOU LET ME BELIEVE YOU ONLY SAW ME AS A FRIEND FOR FIVE MISERY FILLED-...”you began pacing back and forth as you lashed out on your friend.

Jungkook just watched as you drug him for filth, calling him every name in the book.

“YOU ASSHOLE! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO HIDE MY FEELINGS AND YOU JUST COME OUT THE WATER AND TELL ME THAT- OH YOU PEICE OF-” Jungkook finally had enough and cornered you against the nearest wall.

“...I feel like... I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you. “ he mused aloud. “You’re in love with me? And you didn’t tell me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that somethin-”

"I am still mad at you.” you sneered. “After tonight you are dead to me.”

“Am I ?” he cooed. “So you don’t want me to...” he began fumbling with your jeans, unfastening the button with one hand.

“What are you doing?” your eyes widened. You were now more shocked that angry. “Don’t you dare-...” you felt the pads of his fingers along the line of your clothed slit.

“What? Was that a moan I just heard?” he smirked. “Come on Y/N I know you can be louder than that. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll make you cum.” he creeped into the waistband of your panties. “Come on...beg me honey.”

“I refuse.” you looked away. “Y-you can go fu-fuuuhh-” you felt the pads of his fingers.

“I said fucking beg.” he sneered, pressing his body up against yours. “Stop being so damn stubborn. Let me hear those sounds you think nobody hears when you finger yourself in the bathrooms at midnight.”

“How did you-”

“You stink at being quiet.” he bit his lip. “Come on.” he spoke in a babyish voice, rubbing your clit. “This is how you do it to yourself, right?”

“J-jungkook.” you whimpered. “W-what are you-”you cut yourself off as you felt his fingers slip into your wetness. A loud moan erupted from your lungs.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.” he growled. “Moan like that some more.” he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. “Are you thinking about me when you thrust those pretty fingers into that-”

“Don’t say it! That’s a dirty word!” you warned, while ironically mewling like a little kitty cat.

“Don’t say what? That pussy? That cunt? That soaking wet womanhood you got down there. The same pussy that’s asking me to shove my dick in there?” he smirked as he spoke.

“You d-dick!” you leaned forward, your head falling on his shoulder. “S-such as asshole.”

“ Look at me when I fuck you with my fingers.” he demanded. “Or I’ll stop completely.”

You shyly lifted you head. Jungkook thought you were so adorable and truth be told he wouldn’t have stopped. To know that you obeyed anyways was so relieving.

“Shit, I needa taste you real quick.” he moved his fingers from you and yanked down your jeans. “Kick those off for me.”

You instantly obeyed, throwing your jeans and panties off to the side. He lowered himself to his knees. “Shit, look at that.” he wasted no time in driving his tongue into you.

“Hey Jungkook!” there was a knock on the door. Jungkook had pushed you against the door, stopping anyone from opening it. You heard Jimin’s voice.

You glared down at Jungkook with warning. You knew what was gonna happen, but you were scared anyways.

“Hmmm!” he moaned loudly, driving his tongue deeper into your slit. He sucked at your clit, causing a loud cry to escape you.

“Umm is Y/N in there with you?” he called. “IS SHE HURT?!”

You tried to talk, but Jungkook had hooked your leg over his shoulder. “Come on, answer him.”

“I-I’m okay!” you found it in yourself to talk. “I’m just...a little busy!” you clenched your fist to focus on something, anything else. “Doing things!”

“Like what?”

“LIKE BEING FUCKED BY ME!” Jungkook yelled back as he rose to his feet, pants dropping around his ankles. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his cock slip into your heat. “COME BACK LATER!”

He didn’t wait for an answer as he carried you to the bed, setting you down along with himself. He slowly thrust himself into your wetness. “Damnit Y/N.” he seethed, sucking in a harsh intake of air. “Shit.” his jaw went slack.

“F-fuck.” you whimpered. “Kookie.” you whimpered.

“Y/N.” you could see the tears of pleasure forming in his eyes. “You feel so- So fucking good. Look at me, p-please?”

You didn’t tear your eyes away from him. You found it hard to. “Jungkook! I- Uh..” you were now a load, crumbling mess.

“I want to kiss you, come here.” he grabbed either side of your face and gave you a slopped kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth instantly. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. But I don’t want to until you cum first. So I’m gonna go faster okay?” His eyes bore into yours, noses touching.

You shyly nodded, feeling his thrusts increase. You were hella sensitive, and in love with it. “Jungkook.” you moaned. “It feels-”

“I know.” he kissed you again. “Fuck, cum for me...cum for me please~” he mewled through thrusts.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A string of curses he had never heard before along with his name spilled from your lips. Jungkook was next to cum, yanking himself from you. He spilled his cum practically all over the place. He collapsed next to you, leaving you both to stare at the ceiling.

“...I should go.”

“ No...Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.“ he breathed out. “Y/N...I-..I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You should be.” your breath hitched. “Probably would have gotten this out of the way a lot sooner.”

Your grumpy words made him laugh a little. He lazily threw an arm around you and pulled you towards him. “I love you, for real.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. You’re mine. Only mine...”

...

I STILL GOT IT BITCHESSSS

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lunaastoir · 3 years

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fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

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xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does)

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,)

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself

miss girl is an AMAZING cook

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on

this man,,, THIS MAN

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him?

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!!

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3

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hermannsthumb · 3 years

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I have a fun prompt I've been thinking about I hope you have time for one day! When Newt and Hermann meet actually things go really really well and they even get together. It's just they bicker so much and have huge science-based arguments that everyone assumed they must have hated each other on sight.

sure thing! i had fun with this one

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"So," Newt says. "I was talking to Tendo today."

Across the mess table, Hermann hums in feigned interest. Newt knows it's feigned 'cause Hermann doesn't stop either thing he's doing: using his left hand to wind noodles around a fork, and using his right hand to scribble away a series of lengthy equations on the back of a paper napkin. His full attention has been hopping between both for about ten minutes now—no room for Newt to slip in there. He's testing his limits enough as it. Half of the last equation ended up scratched into the tabletop, and the last time he lifted his fork to his mouth, it was empty. And then he swallowed anyway. Newt kinda loves the guy.

"Yeah," Newt says, deciding to continue like Hermann responded the way he was actually supposed to respond, which would've been something along the lines of what an utterly fascinating story, Newton, do tell me more. I love hearing you talk, Newton. How marvelously smart you are, Newton, and how melodic and breathtaking your voice is. Now watch me bite down on an empty fork again. "Kinda funny. He was asking how we met."

Hermann finally looks up at Newt suspiciously over the rims of his glasses, which are slipping slowly down his nose. He stills them with the tip of his index finger before they land in his dinner. "Why?"

"I don't know, man," Newt says. "He just was. It was like, small talk, you wouldn't get it. He dropped by the lab when you were out this morning to let me know that there was extra space if we wanted it. Like, lab space." Hermann resumes scratching an equation into the table absently. Newt rolls his eyes. "As in, we could have separate labs if we wanted now."

Hermann knits his eyebrows together. "Separate laboratories?"

When Newt and Hermann first started at the Hong Kong Shatterdome, the k-scientist team was pre-existing and significantly bigger, and anyone who joined on later—like, you know, them—basically got shoved in wherever they fit. For Newt and Hermann, that happened to be Laboratory Space D, Basement Level 1 (the only basement level), along with a former marine biologist who was killed on a research excursion a month later when a kaiju made unexpected landfall, like, right on top of their chosen shelter. Bad luck. Anyway, Newt's known about the existence of other Hong Kong Shatterdome lab spaces in the vague and absent sort of way that you would an urban legend, but (similarly so) he never thought he and Hermann would actually ever lay eyes on one. And then Tendo stopped by to dangle it in front of Newt on a stick.

"The other labs were being used as storage for ages after everyone else—" Newt searches for a word tasteful enough to encapsulate got stomped by a kaiju and wised up and decided to live out what are probably our last few days before the world ends with their families instead of alone in a military bunker. "—left. Anyway, Tendo told me they've been going through shit like crazy this month, I think to see if they can salvage any old tech, and that the other labs are basically totally emptied out now. We just have to ask and they're ours."

Hermann sets down both his pen and fork, twisting his mouth contemplatively. He finally loses the battle against gravity with his glasses, and they miss his plate by an inch, swinging back on their chain and bouncing harmlessly against his chest instead. Newt briefly wonders if getting a chain for his own glasses would save them from their frequent fatal falls into kaiju organ cavities and buckets of non-neutralized kaiju blood, but decides not even the money he'd save on replacement pairs would make a fashion faux pas like that worth it. "You know I don't much fancy the basement," Hermann says.

"Your joints," Newt agrees. The damp of the basement sets Hermann's joint pain off frequently, something Hermann talks about just as frequently. Newt's not really a fan of the basement either, though for different reasons—he would kill to get some windows and natural, non-fluorescent light in there. Sun lamps can only do so much. He's pretty sure he'd fucking glow if he stepped outside right now. Also, it's cold down here.

"And it might be nice to be closer to LOCCENT, in case of an emergency," Hermann continues. "And closer to—oh, hang on. What has this got to do with us?"

"Huh?"

"How we met," Hermann says. "You said, that Tendo asked—"

"Oh," Newt says. It's his turn to play coy. He stirs his chopsticks through his own dinner, accidentally flicking a piece of tofu to the table. It lands on top of Hermann's etched equations. Hermann scowls, because that's how their routine goes: Newt gets Hermann's stuff dirty, and Hermann gets mad. "Well. It was just that Tendo was like you can finally be out of each other's hair, how the hell did you guys get stuck together anyway when you obviously can't stand each other, that kind of stuff."

"Ah," Hermann says.

"And I said that it was because we knew each other before," Newt says, "and that we transferred here together. And that's when he asked."

"And what did you say?" Hermann says.

"That we used to correspond professionally," Newt says, "and met at a conference way back in 2017." He adds, with a grin, "Also professionally."

This was technically true. Newt and Hermann did write to each other, professionally, and they did meet at a conference, professionally, but what went down after a long and public shouting match in the events hall of a very nice hotel—in Hermann's room, five floors up in that very nice hotel—was not very professional. The events of the week that followed—spent, intermittently, between Hermann's hotel room, several coffee shops, a bench under a tree in Newt's favorite park, a rotation sushi restaurant, brushing knees shyly on the tram, and, finally, clasping hands on the staircase of Newt's apartment and gazing deeply into each other's eyes—weren't very professional, either, but Newt likes to think that they were very romantic. Rom-com level shit. Newt revealed none of this to Tendo, who referred to the 2017 conference as that Infamous Day for the rest of their conversation. "Well, it was professional," Hermann sniffs.

But he reaches across the table, and, very timidly, crosses his pinkie over top of Newt's. It's the most blatant form of PDA Hermann ever willingly engages Newt in. Newt thinks if he ever tried to touch two fingers at once in anywhere but the lab, or God forbid, hold his whole hand, Hermann's ears might start emitting steam like something out of a cartoon. "It might be nice," he says again.

Laboratory Space D, Basement Level 1, is unique—Newt knows—in that Newt and Hermann's quarters are connected to it directly. None of the other labs have that luxury (and Newt has a feeling it's because Lab Space D wasn't actually intended as a lab space). He remembers being told that when they were shoved into it. Yeah, you have the darkest and tiniest lab space on base, but your rooms are right there! When Newt wants to go to Hermann's room, or if he's in Hermann's room and needs a sweatshirt or something from his own, he just has to step the three feet between their two doors. Moving labs could throw a wrench in that—they might be asked to move quarters, too, and might be shuttled to opposite sides of the Shatterdome, and though they could just bite the bullet and request couple's quarters already, it's nice to have their own spaces when they need it. That would never work. And, well, besides—the lab, their lab, feels like home to them at this point. Newt shrugs.

"On the other hand," Hermann says, and he taps Newt's pinkie lightly, "I quite like how things are. I can live with the damp, really."

"We can get a dehumidifier," Newt offers.

Hermann nods, and he gives Newt the barest hint of a smile.

Their monthly delivery of lab supplies—whatever they can afford with their shoestring budget, which, these days, mostly means chalk, rubber gloves, and nice instant ramen—comes three weeks later. Newt wouldn't exactly call the Shatterdome delivery guy a friend, seeing as he has yet to divulge his name to Newt (and also Newt's pretty sure he has a thing for Hermann, since he always seems to wait until Hermann is in the lab to stroll by with his package trolley and always calls him Dr. Gottlieb with big stupid heart eyes, oh, Dr. Gottlieb, that new sweater looks soooo nice on you!, so anyway, that makes him Newt's rival by default), but he, at least, recognizes and acknowledges Newt at this point. That's more than Newt can say for most people on the base. After his usual greeting to the two of them (hey, Newt, oh, hellllooo, Dr. Gottlieb, did you do something new with your hair?), he starts to unload their packages, also like usual.

"I was surprised to see that you guys are still down here," he tells Newt, not like usual. "Tendo mentioned something about you getting your own labs."

"He did?" Newt says, meaning to frown, but grinning instead. It's kind of fun to be the subject of gossip. He pulls off his gloves and tosses them in the trash to help with their supplies—the dehumidifier he requested should be in there, and it's fancy and definitely on the bigger side.

"Yeah," their delivery guy continues. He hands Newt a fuckin' massive brick of a package. Hermann's stupid chalk. The amount that Hermann tears through in a month really is astounding: Newt has a private theory that Hermann is an undercover space alien from a planet where chalk constitutes all of the primary food groups, and he secretly sneaks out here and eats it in the dead of night when Newt is asleep. "Anyway, sorry I'm late," the delivery guy says, as Newt imagines Hermann crunching on a piece of chalk like a carrot stick, "I went to all the other labs first."

"No worries, dude," Newt says. "Sorry for the confusion."

He lugs the package over to Hermann's desk, and drops it down on the only spot not over-cluttered with papers and books. Hermann complains about Newt's messiness a lot for a guy who is just as bad, if not worse. "Need any now?" Newt asks Hermann.

Hermann, scribbling away at his chalkboard, grunts. Newt decides that's a no.

"Hard at work, Dr. Gottlieb?" the delivery guy says, practically fluttering his eyelashes.

Another grunt. Newt snorts.

"I thought you guys would've moved right away," the delivery guy (obviously disappointed at Hermann's lack of attention) tells Newt. "Tendo mentioned you've been stuck together for a while, ever since some sort of dramatic confrontation at a conference ten years ago." he adds eagerly, "Did you really get thrown out? I don't know how you haven't killed each other yet."

"It's taken a lot of hard work," Newt says. Yeah, the whole being-ejected-from-the-conference-and-barred-from-all-future-ones-forever thing is technically true too, but everyone there was too stuffy and serious for Newt's fun vibes anyway, so he thinks it's their loss. The most important part of the scientific breakthrough process, Newt frequently thinks, was having someone there to challenge you and push back at you. Sometimes loudly. And in public. In the conference hall of a very expensive hotel, in front of all of your scientific peers, some hotel security guards, and a poor graduate student who made the mistake of asking you and your penpal-colleague for your joint opinion on something and got caught in the crosshairs. Besides—out of everyone at that stupid conference, Newt and Hermann were the only ones snapped up by the PPDC, so it's doubly their loss. "And, yeah, we got thrown out. Me and Hermann fight a lot, but we always make up eventually. It's no big deal. It's, like, our thing."

"Make up?"

Newt waggles his eyebrows and doesn't elaborate. The making up part is the best part of arguing with Hermann, honestly, but he's not about to go giving private details about stuff like that to his rival.

By the time Hermann finally descends his ladder, three hours have passed, and Newt is frowning over an email he's just gotten from Shatterdome HR. Hermann will probably see it in a second when he checks his own email—it was sent to both of them, after all—but Newt waves him over to his desk anyway. "Look," he says.

He draws out the spare chair he keeps by his desk (for Hermann), and Hermann drops into it gratefully, propping his cane up against the arm. Then Hermann pushes his glasses up onto his nose and scans the email with a frown of his own. Newt reads it aloud for him anyway. "'Subject: Quarters Reassignment,'" he says. "Dear Drs. Geiszler and Gottlieb: It has recently come to our attention that you will be transferring to Laboratories A&B. Should you wish to transfer quarters as well, you will find the necessary paperwork..."

"By Jove," Hermann groans, and pulls his glasses off again, smudging a bit of chalk on his cheek, "can't they just leave us alone?"

Newt laughs. "I'll tell them we're not interested. Wait, listen to this bit at the end: Congratulations—this must be a relief! Guess they were getting your complaint forms after all, Hermann." Both Newt and Hermann had long-since assumed that any and all official complaint forms stamped with a k-sci lab return address are filed right into the garbage. It's never deterred Hermann from sending them in, though.

"Hmph," Hermann says.

Newt carefully rolls his shirtcuff back down to his wrist and uses it to rub off Hermann's chalk smudge. When it's gone, or at least, mostly gone, he brushes his fingers back through Hermann's short hair. Hermann's eyelids flutter shut, and as he leans into Newt's touch, his creased forehead smooths just a little. "Mm. You're lovely," he murmurs. "We really ought to tell them we're married. It's gone on long enough."

"I guess," Newt says. "But it's kind of funny, isn't it?"

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Mary-Kate Olsen's Singular Style

She came to fame as a twin, but the actress's cultish look is entirely her own. Here, with Lauren Hutton, she pays homage to another fashion inspiration, Grey Gardens. Written by Laura Brown, with photography by Peter Lindbergh (Harper's Bazaar, 2007)

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Mary-Kate Olsen may be the only young actress who breezes into her local Starbucks wearing towering, fashion-fierce Balenciaga boots, who arrives at her latest premiere (in Mary-Kate's case, for the new season of Showtime's Weeds, in which she plays a devout Christian with a pot fetish) sporting an oversize cross, and whose favorite band is Led Zeppelin. She may, in fact, be the only young actress who knows who Led Zeppelin is. MK, as she is known to her friends and family, is also a punctual and professional sort. She arrives for a poolside tea in Los Angeles 10 minutes early, ordering a hot chocolate while explaining her fetish for all things sweet — "I'm a candy girl, like Tootsie Rolls and Swedish Fish" — and objecting when the waiter tries to take the sugar bowl away. She is wearing a nautical striped T-shirt (her mom's, from the '70s), tucked into two black Wolford slips rolled down and turned into a tight, Robert-Palmer-video-style mini, and multicolored sparkly Christian Louboutin stilettos. She's just had her hair colored, returning to a sunnier shade after some experiments with both peroxide ("I woke up one morning and was like, I want white-trash hair today") and the dark side (an auburn-haired near-Goth moment last year). She's carrying a large black fringed leather Prada tote — she doesn't do small bags — and her fingers are covered with rings, most notably two vintage coiled gold snakes stacked on top of each other. ("They remind me of twins, sort of double headed.") Altogether, the effect is less her famed "bag-lady chic" than an edgy, body-conscious, and, yes, sexy silhouette. If she weren't 21, she could be 40. And French.

Few people need reminding that Mary-Kate — with her twin sister, Ashley — literally crawled into celebrity aged nine months (courtesy of Full House) and has not been out of the spotlight ever since. She has been a celebrity for more than two decades. Perhaps that's one reason she seems as if she came out of the womb worldly, the textbook old soul. "Yeah," she says with a small shrug. "I get that a lot." With all of that attention and all of the money (her and Ashley's company, Dualstar, has famously become a "billion-dollar business"), Mary-Kate could easily have ended up the type who wears pink terry cloth and carries a variety of small dogs. "Could you imagine?" she says with the politest version of a snort. "No way." She credits her exceptionally close-knit family (she has five siblings) and, interestingly, early stardom with helping her keep her perspective. "I think it helped that I started in front of the camera, so it didn't come as a shock. If I was a teenager and was thrown into the spotlight, I don't know how I would react, to be honest." Though the tabloids are all too keen to brand her a skinny, nervous deer in the headlights, in person Mary-Kate is easy in her skin, confident and surprisingly tactile, curling up in her seat and touching you on the arm to make a point. She laments the generic style of most actresses and cites only men as style inspirations: "Heath Ledger, Johnny Depp. Men, they just dress the way they want, and they don't think about Who Wore It Best." She doesn't much care for Who Wore It Best, noting she avoids those pages by "wearing vintage so often. I just dress the way I feel instead of looking for what's the new handbag." If Mary-Kate and Ashley have their way, more people will be wearing clothes and carrying bags the way they do. They have just shown the fifth collection of their ready-to-wear line, the Row, and recently launched a contemporary label, Elizabeth and James, named after a sister and a brother. The Row's holiday collection (in stores next month) is a slick mix of skinny leather pants, razor-cut blazers, butter-soft, slouchy tees, and a destined-to-be-cultish pullover fur. Lauren Hutton, who stars in the Row's Spring '08 look book, says, "The clothes are extraordinary. A man I was with just loved them. The pieces are just so genius, soft like a baby's skin. Simple minimalist stuff, but really spectacular." Mary-Kate, designer, faces an interesting challenge. She has to marry Dualstar — which has made its fortune selling tween-tastic DVDs and pastel Mary-Kate and Ashley T-shirts at Wal-Mart — with her increasingly edgy and subversive taste. Dualstar executives, some of whom have worked with her since she was a child, often nag her, mom-style, about pulling her hair back "or wearing a color," she says with a laugh. "I had this event recently, and I was like, They're going to be so happy that I'm wearing ... purple. I actually have to think about those things, though, you know, so I don't get trashed." Get trashed sometimes she does. Hutton says, "Once in a while, she'll wear something and I'll think, Oh, baby doll, take another look. But to have the bravery, to take the chance to do that, is pretty wonderful. She is making her own way, which is hardly ever done in Hollywood." Of Mary-Kate's penchant for gigantic Balenciaga heels, Jenji Kohan, the creator of Weeds, says, laughing, "I'd be like, 'It's Tuesday. Do you really want to be wearing those shoes?' But she pulls it off." Designer Giambattista Valli, a friend, says, "She likes to take risks, but because she has such strong personal style, she always manages to make it work. Even if she had nothing on, she'd have style." And MK chic is spreading. "Sometimes I'll look at people or at a magazine and I'll do a double take because I'm like, Oh, my God, that's my outfit, but that's not me," Mary-Kate says. Playing with her wire-rimmed aviators, she jokes wryly that she should have bought shares in Ray-Ban. (She and Chloë Sevigny pretty much brought back white '80s Wayfarers.) She tends to fall in love with a look, then wear it until she's done. "If I put together a good outfit, I'll wear it for three days and then switch it up with a blazer," she says. "I still love my vintage jeans, my tights, and my pants, though." She didn't start wearing heels, in fact, until a couple of years ago: "I kept watching Ashley walk around in them so gracefully, and I'm such a klutz. But I ended up loving heels, and I don't usually take them off." She wears precisely one pair of flat shoes: Chanel's knee-high patent-leather gladiator sandals. This season, it's Balenciaga's fall collection — all of it — that has Mary-Kate obsessed. She is close to designer Nicolas Ghesquière and says, "He is so talented, but he's the nicest, most down-to-earth guy, and that makes everything he does more brilliant. I bought everything, but I haven't got anything yet," she says like a girl impatiently waiting for Christmas. Will she wear the new pieces with her infamous clodhopper boots? "Uh-huh. Wore them the other day, actually." Mary-Kate always goes with her gut, even if some people (back to those tabloids) don't quite get it. "The tabloids say things about me? What do they say?" she asks archly. "People are going to write what they want, and everyone's going to have their own idea of who I am. But I'm not trying to be friends with the people who are reading them, really." After a rough couple of years filled with near-forensic scrutiny of her weight, she'll have you know that she does eat. "This is not going to sound good," she laughs, "but I like making crispy tofu sticks with peanut sauce. I love my sashimi and my salmon and my vegetables." She observes, "Stress plays a big role in how I look day-to-day. I've always been very active — Pilates, yoga. I grew up horseback riding every day for hours. I love dancing. I usually last longer than anyone on the dance floor." A common image of Mary-Kate has her emerging from a coffee joint with an oversize cup. "I always get creamed for having my Starbucks cup," she says, sighing. "But the only time people get photos of me is when I'm getting coffee, when I can't sneak away from the camera." She also resents the pictorial implication that she and Ashley are dilettantes. "They take photos of us going into our offices, and it's 'Mary-Kate and Ashley shopping again.' But I'm going to work for eight hours, and we're working so hard. ..." She trails off. "It just shows how people want to think of you." Mary-Kate is not above celeb watching herself, however. Newly obsessed with Victoria Beckham, she notes she avidly watched Beckham's Coming to America documentary: "She's running around in a bikini and heels, and I'm like, Oh, my God! I do that, too!" How positively Grey Gardens. "I run around my house naked with heels all the time. It's so funny. All my friends will tell you I love running around in kimonos and jewelry or naked with jewelry." More people will be watching Mary-Kate soon, thanks to her role in the Emmy-nominated Weeds. "I am a very good Christian girl," she says with a wink. "She has her moral beliefs — and she happens to smoke pot." Of her newest cast member, Kohan adds, "Mary-Kate is complicated. She's a big celebrity, a huge media icon, but you have to separate the media images from someone who has the same issues, the same desires, as anyone else." Of course, Mary-Kate's image, in all its incarnations — from high fashion to small screen — is her strongest asset. And she has yet to settle on one. "I feel like I've lived 10 different lives already and I'm only 21," she says, almost as a reminder to herself. "But I also feel like I'm entering a new chapter." One thing on which she is clear, though: She doesn't need to be looked at all the time. What would she do for a day if she were invisible? "I would probably go to a restaurant with my friends, who would be able to see me, of course," she adds pragmatically, "and I would sit outside and enjoy a nice lunch with them. Then I would walk down the street." The old soul takes a sip of her little-girl-sweet hot chocolate. "That's what I would do."

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sw124 · 3 years

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BonelyHearts Reader insert 2

{Gender Neutral!ReaderXSkeleton household}

Foxes and Chickens!

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“Why are we even doing this?”

Boss growled as he checked his black tank top once more, everyone stood dressed in ‘gym-class’ attire. Well somewhat, everyone was either in tank tops or short sleeve shirts and basketball shorts. You though were in sweatpants and a baggy tank top. But you were smiling your head off, today was ‘your’ day. All of you gathered inside the large basketball/gymnasium of the Rec Center.

You stood confidently with your hands on your hips.

“Today boys we are playing a game from when I was a kid.”

The skeletons looked at you, a tad perplexed but could see you were not going to be swayed, Poplar spoke up next.

“What is it called?”

You beamed. “Foxes and chickens!”

Their expressions did not change, you chuckled and decided to explain further.

“This game is a mix between Tag and Hide’n seek, one of us is the ‘Fox’ and the rest of us are ‘Chickens’. The ‘Chickens’ will be given about a minute to find a place to hide, then the lights go out and the ‘Fox’ with their flashlight will go looking for the ‘Chickens’ among the mats or ‘Coops’ as I like to call them. The last ‘Chicken’ to be found is the winner and the get to be the ‘Fox’ in the next round! Everyone get that?”

The skeletons looked at each other, Blue’s eyes sparkle; this did sound like fun. Not one to shy away from challenges Boss and Papyrus were all for it as well.

“Yes, we’re in! What are the rules?” Asked Blue.

“The rules are simple, when you find your hiding spots you stay in that spot until the fox finds you, you can only hide in or around the mats, when your found you must sit by the entrance and wait until all the players are found, no helping the ‘Fox’ in anyway by revealing hiding spots thats cheating, no running or teleporting to different hiding places, you can share hiding spaces and lastly there is absolutely, positively...NO BETTING!”

Instantly you hear Blue whine, you go over and give him a half-hearted hug, playfully petting his head like he was a kitten.

“Mwah, there, there baby Blue, you can bet on something else.” You chuckle when he pushes away, crossing his arms and pouting.

“Ok, ok, now that everyone knows the rules lets start the game, first though lets see who wants to be the ‘Fox’ in the first round.”

Instantly Blue and Papyrus raised their hands, oh this was gonna be tough to pick. You opted to flip a coin to see who gets to be first as the ‘Fox’. Papyrus chose heads Blue chose tails....it came up tails. Blue happily took the flashlight and waited outside.

“Ok everyone, one minute to hide!” You squeal as you bolted for the ‘coops’.

Everyone scrambled to hide as well, you found a sweet hiding place, one of the mats that was standing up had a small fold where you easily fit into. You shut it tight almost like a door and waited, you could hear everyone else scrambling for a hiding spot. You restrained a another squeal when the lights went out, you heard the gym doors open.

“Ready or not here I come!”

You covered your mouth as you heard Blue run all over, calling out the names of everyone he found. The first person he found was Stretch, you knew that cause Blue was shouting how he didn’t bother to hide properly...and Blue shouted out his name. In fact he was shouting everyone’s name the moment he found them. After Stretch was Rus, followed by Sans, Ash and Poplar then Boss, Red was cursing at Blue for shining the light right in his eyes,; finally Papyrus and Nox were found. You were knew you were the last but Blue still couldn’t find you.

You could hear him running past your hiding spot more then four times, peeked out and saw him. His back was to you, a Cheshire grin formed on your face as you snuck out. Tip toeing closer you reached both hands out and-

“FOX!”

You yelled as grabbed his sides, he yelped and dropped the flashlight. Laughing you bolted, weaving in and and around the mats. Blue squawked out something and gave chase, you ran for the gym entrance and without thinking did a baseball slide towards the group. You laughed when you collided into them, not hard, you slowed down enough where you just barely pushed some of them. You slid into Papyrus and Sans, Blue ran up and huffed.

“That was rude! You said no changing hiding spots!”

You laughed. “I wasn’t changing hiding spots, I was the last to be found so I just saved you the trouble of finding me. Besides I couldn’t resist giving you a little surprise!”

Oh you knew Blue was gonna get back at you, it was why you had to be sure to find him quickly in the next round.

An so the game continued, Ash won the next round, Blue did get you back when it was your turn by jumping out at you but in doing so ruined not just his hiding spot but also Nox and Red’s. Everyone got their chance to win, you actually enjoyed Rus being the ‘Fox’ in one round cause he’d constantly was muttering a curse if he couldn’t find someone.

After a while you checked your watch, over two’n a half hours had past since you started the game. Wow how time flies, you waited till the current round was over before announcing the end of the game, it was time to get some lunch anyway.

“Ok everyone’s been found, its getting close to lunchtime so lets pack up the mats and grab some food.”

“We’re already done?”

Oh man, it wasn’t fair to see half of their faces go into ‘sad puppy’ mode but you only rented the place for three hours and you had to put everything back, which would take twenty minutes with everyone’s help.

“Sorry guys but I only rented out the place for a little while, besides we can do this again another, that and we need to put the mats away properly.”

That answer was suffice, everyone....well almost everyone pitched in, Sans and Rus were laying on one mat they set aside. But that was rectified by Boss and Nox, flipping the mat they were laying on over. It took a bit longer then you thought but you had five minutes to spare, you went and told the Rec-center supervisor you were finished and got your deposit back. He’s such a sweet old man, with that you went back to the others and told them to clean up and change into their street clothes. You went and did the same, despite it being a low energy game you and the boys still worked up a sweat.

Once that was done you all proceeded to walk towards the restaurant in question, you had reserved a spot in a nice little Japanese noodle place you like to frequent. They had all kinds of delicious noodle based dishes that you hoped would please some of the skeletons, it was also a very accommodating place as it had an entire menu dedicated to people who were vegetarian. You piled into the large round booth, sitting between Poplar and Ash.

As you waited for your drinks and enjoyed an appetizer of tempura sweet potatoes, you decided to see what they thought of the game.

“So did you guys have fun?” You were a little worried..

“A tad immature but it was still an enjoyable experience, something we can do at least once in a great while.” Said Boss taking a sip of water.

“I liked it a lot, its a nice change of pace.” Said Rus as he munched on his sweet potato.

“It was a wonderful game human, thank you for sharing such a fun cherished game with us!” Said Papyrus.

“Yeah, gotta admit it was fun, ya didn’t have to do much when you got to hide and being in the dark hiding in the mats...I can see why a game like that is fun for you.” Said Sans giving you a playful wink.

You smiled, beaming at everyone. Soon the waiter arrived to take everyone’s order, you helped Ash and Poplar make a choice from the vegetarian menu. You tried some of the stuff on that one and recommended the Ramen bowls with fried tofu in it along with the beautiful array of colorful veggies such as mushrooms and cabbage.

You went with the kitsune soba while everyone else got Ramen, when you got your food it was a treat seeing everyone trying to eat with chopsticks. Yeah it was mean of you but seeing some of them struggle you told them there were forks wrapped in the black cloth napkins placed around the table. You had gotten some deadpan looks from some of the skeletons but all you could do was smile, you used chopsticks before and were pretty good at using them.

You took a moment to look at everyone, some engaged in a conversation, some content on the food itself or simply listening to others talking. It filled you with a sensation of comfort, you couldn’t have asked for better neighbors or friends.

“So, human.”

Your attention was grabbed when Nox spoke up.

“What game do you plan to show us for next time?”

End.

[For some backstory, this was a game I played back when I was in grade school. Normally durning my gym class we’d go outside and play during gym but of course if was winter or raining we’d stay inside the gym. One rainy day our gym teacher came up with this game and I loved it so much, I wanted to do a fanfic that was more innocent. The world is so serious and telling us we need to ‘grow up’ but sometimes its nice to be a little kid again and thats why I wrote this particular Reader insert. Oh this is also for the @bonelyheartsclub I hope you enjoy it, it was such a treat to write]

#undertale #fanfic #bonely hearts club

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dancingthesambaa · 3 years

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The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 17

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 17: Can You Feel The Love Tonight~

“Pass some of that Okra.”

“Here you go.”

“Why is this so spicy?!”

“Well it is the spicy plate, if you can’t handle the heat then you should have gotten the other plate.”

“No, just this one specifically is damn spicy!”

“Red made some of them.”

“It’s not my fault that your taste isn’t refined enough.”

“Come over here and say that!”

“No fighting at the table,” Macaque said as he watched Bohai try to stand up from his seat, while Red was smirking at him.

“Won’t be much of a fight,” the demon prince mocked.

“You little-” his mouth was then stuffed with green beans.

“Just eat some veggies and calm yourself,” Sheng cracked a grin as they put some green beans in their mouth.

The jellyfish demon moodily just chewed on his food in silence.

“Children, all of them,” Mei said as she set down the bowl of Okra Ahmed passed her.

“So have you heard about the rumors about Yakimoto,” Yanyu leaned into MK.

“Yakimoto? The head of the Neurology department?”

“That’s the one.”

“What about her?”

“Well recently I have heard from a friend of mine, who heard from the janitor, who had heard from a physician of that department, that he had heard that she had been having little outings with her lovely secretary of hers,” she whispered loudly.

“Wait, doesn't she have a husband?” His eyes widened.

“Yes she does, but she’s always complaining about the whole ordeal being set up as an arranged marriage by both of their parents-”

“That’s still a thing?”

“Apparently, the two see each other as siblings.”

“Really?!”

“Totally, in fact, there have been whispers that her husband also has a special man as well.”

“Shut up, tell me more,” he stuffed the Tofu in his mouth as Yanyu began to talk all about the man at the flower shop a couple of blocks down from Pigsy noodles.

“Is it always this loud,” Wukong smiled as he watched the table filled with little chaos.

“Like you wouldn’t believe it,” he said as he ate. “Just be glad this isn’t a holiday dinner then it really would be chaotic. Especially with everyone else that would join in,” he remembered last new year when they finally dragged Pigsy to close down the shop for one night to enjoy the holiday. It was a mad scene of chaos and energy as all of them were raving like mad lunatics even before the food came out, Ahmed and Sandy were barely able to stop Sheng, Daiyu, Tang, and Mei from setting off fireworks right next to some containers of peanut oil. And that was after MK and Mei had already demolished the kitchen with Yanyu siblings looking for the moon cakes.

“Everyone else?” He questioned as he noticed the slight smile on his friend's face.

“Oh don’t worry, stick around long enough and you’ll meet them face to face rather than watching them creepily from the distance” he shook himself out of memories.

The Monkey Sage paused, then he smiled widely, “I can’t wait then.”

“Okay, now can we learn how the hell you met Shun!” Mei exclaimed as everyone settled down in the living room. “Cause, I’m surprised you didn’t smell the crazy off of him at first sight.”

“It’s always the quiet ones that get you,” Daiyu muttered. “He seemed alright, but he was just hiding his batshit craziness.

“Right, I mean that just goes to show doc always had terrible taste in partners,” Yanyu nodded.

“Partners” Monkey King emphasized, “as in more than one.”

“Oh yeah, he has quite the number of people after his plump ass,” Minsheng smirked as they tried to smack Mac on the ass when he passed by him, but he winced when a black tail wrapped around his hand and flipped him over.

“No,” the simian deadpanned and was about to sit down next to Ahmed when Wukong pulled him over and sat him down beside him.

“Seems like you're quite popular then,” he joked and wrapped his arm around him.

“Not really popularity wise, but more of him simply having bad taste,” Sheng teased.

“I mean you're not wrong,” he shrugged as he sank into Wukong’s side.

“But how?!” Mei whined once more.

“Tell us!” MK soon joined her as he laid on Red lap.

“I’m quite interested to hear this as well,” the prince asked as well.

“Pleasseee,” Wukong batted his eyes

“Fine, fine, I’ll bite,” he rolled his eyes. “It’s not that interesting how we met, in fact, it was pretty normal.”

“What was it?”

“Amid a territory brawl over a section of land out in the Azurite Forest.”

“…okay I think we have two very different definitions

of normal,” Mei deadpanned.

“Probably, anyways I was sitting high in the tree watching these assholes argue-”

“I told you that past the Vivion Treeline was our territory and yet you dare go past that line and defy us!”

“Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you send your minions down and scavenge in our territory first!”

“You have no proof of any trespassing that happened!”

“Are you saying my own lies to my face?! HA! Now that’s a laugh to even think about, no I trust them long before I will even think about breathing in your direction!”

“I suppose it’s best you lay down and suffocate cause there is no way in hell that my boys lied to me!”

“Now ain’t that a lie!”

“That’s rich coming from you!”

“Sheesh, of course I would happen to stumble upon this right when I have to get some Fuchsia berries,” Macaque grumbled as he watched the argument from above. “Damn idiots.”

“I happen to agree,” Mac barely flinched when a calm voice called out and saw from the tree to the right of him was a gray lemur with a black and white striped tail. “I too have some important items that I need to procure, but these heathens happen to be in my way.”

“Only found in this forest,” the simian said.

“Unfortunately yes the Inada spiritual root is only grown here, if it was elsewhere I would have already turned back and away from this nonsense,” he scrunched his nose in distaste.

“I feel ya on that, the berries that I need happen to be for an elixir for the spiritual development of the 8th degree. One of my clients needs it after her body is close to breaking down due to her organs inability to support her fire breath,” he sighed as he looked down at the argument once more and noted that it would soon turn into an all out brawl.

“You're talking about the Firaga Restoration Elixir,” the lemur had a glint in his eyes. “Not many physicians know of that and even less have the ability to make it.”

“Made it a few times before…how about we help each other out?” He tapped his chin as an idea came to him.

“Go on.”

“Our items are pretty much in the same area, if we can sneak around and past the tree line then it would be homestretch from then on cause I am quickly picking up that most of the demons from each tribe are here.”

“Hmm, sounds adequate though do you believe to be capable enough to pass them undetected,” he turned to look at the monkey only to blink when he saw he wasn’t there anymore.

“Now where did he-”

“Is this good enough for you,” the lemur’s tail quickly shot towards the voice, but it was stopped by a hand. “Sorry, did I scare ya,” Macaque grinned as he held onto the furry tail.

The lemur blinked a few times before a smile grew, “It would appear that you have.”

“Well let’s get moving and the name is Macaque,” he let go of the tail, but the tail didn’t let go as it instead kept almost a loose grip around Mac's hand.

“I’m Shun,” the lemur purred as he stepped forward until their bodies were pressed together and he leaned down until they were nose to nose. “It will be a pleasure working with you.” And like he wasn’t even there, he quickly stepped back and began to move above the treetops of where the fight had commenced.

Macaque stood still for a brief moment before a fierce blush took over his face and he silently followed Shun. If both tree climbers happened to take glances at one another throughout the trip, no one would affirm anything.

“Like I said, horrible taste in partners,” Yanyu stated once more.

“Yeah, like you let him all up in your space and didn’t say a word, clearly bad,” Mei nodded.

“Like seriously, who would just go up and invade someone's personal bubble like that, totally rude,” MK joined in.

“You should have kicked his ass when he did that Mango, you have done it before,” Wukong said as he nonchalantly dragged him to his lap and rested his chin on Mac’s shoulder. “Don’t let anyone near you unless you want to.”

Everyone, barring Macaque and Wukong were either subtly or straight out eyeing Wukong, who was still cuddled up next to the black simian. They can practically taste the hypocrisy going on here.

“Okay I get it,” he put his hands up in mock surrender. “Don’t need to gang up on me like that.”

“So what happened after that?” MK asked.

“Well the rest is history, he began to hang around my place a lot more and next thing I knew we were going on dates with each other,” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Here’s what I don’t get,” Daiyu perked up, “did he ever ask you out?”

“Of cou-…” he stopped mid sentence as he thought it over then he furrowed his brow, “actually, now that I think about it, no. He never did. We were just eating out one day at a restaurant and proclaimed it to be a date.”

“Pops/Doc/Mango/Dude really,” Mei, Yanyu, Wukong, and Minsheng all groaned as the rabbit demon continued, “you really should have known something was up after that.”

“I really didn’t,” he rubbed the back of his head as he remembered he was taken aback by his statement but went with it as he did have a small crush on him back then.

“Just be glad you weren’t around to see Hui,” Ahmed said, receiving a wounded look from Macaque.

“Kitty, I thought you were on my side!”

“I am…just not when it comes to your choice of partners.”

“Even Mufasa here knows that she was batshit insane,” Bohai deadpanned, “nice and hilarious, but holy shit was she insane.”

“She wasn’t that-”

“Did you forget that she was a raging alcoholic scorpion that had the desire to go up to not only to the Celestial Realm and raid their alcohol supply, but to go down under all the way to Yama realm and claim the title of all the ten kings and live in luxury,” Minsheng bluntly stated.

“Just not Yama crown, because she stated that she didn’t want to do all of that work, not because it was suicidal to try to fight him,” Daiyu continued. She loves to fight as much as her siblings, but even she knew better than to pick a fight with one of the big boys on top, or in this case, down below.

“And I’m not even gonna mention that when she was in her drunken rage, she had the tendency to poison others with her tails when they stood opposed or even just breathed near her,” Bohai finished.

“…” Macaque said nothing as he just leaned closer to the other monkey, who happily complied with his actions as he further tightened his arm around him and silently rubbed his thumb on his shoulder.

“So much bad taste in partners, so much,” the bluenette put her head in her hands.

“I’m starting to see your point,” the pigtailed adult agreed as she glanced at the scene with a curious look.

“At least we don’t have to worry about that anymore, what I’m a bit curious about is how all of you guys met MK here,” Wukong tried to subtly move on from the conversation of Macaque’s romantic relationship. If he had to hear about yet another demon he dated, he might actually lose his mind.

“Oh let me!” MK eagerly began, “well I remember that I was sleeping when I heard Daiyu yell out.”

“Because of course it was her,” the bluenette said.

“And I walk into the room and-” as MK enthusiastically told the story, Wukong had quietly taken out the red rubber band holding his hair in a ponytail and gazed at the silky black fur cascaded down his back. And before he knew it, his fingers were entangled in Mac’s fluffy fur as the other simian sighed at the soft touches.

“Been a long time since you did this,” Mac purred as he relaxed into the grooming.

“Well it’s about time we pick it back up, besides no one is better at grooming than a monkey,” he purred, but he paused as he quietly had thought and delicately asked, “speaking of monkeys, do you want to visit the ones back at Flower Fruit?”

Mac's eyes widened as he almost instantly turned his head, but was stopped by hands, “Are you serious?”

“I mean they have missed you a whole lot,” he tried to nonchalantly say, “especially since they smelt you on the kid and was practically begging me to bring your ass over.”

“They are still demanding little shits huh,” he gave a small huff.

“The one thing that hasn’t changed.”

“…yeah I would like that,” he smiled up at him.

“Cool, cool,” he couldn’t stop his tail from excitedly wagging behind him, but he instead tried to stall it by looking at the fluffy fur once more as another purr came through. It’s not his fault he couldn’t stop it from emerging from his long time crush response and his fascination with his long fur.

“You really do have such a long fur, why’d you grow it out anyways, not that I’m complaining.”

“I dunno, I just forgot to cut it short and when I finally noticed I decided to just keep it,” he shrugged.

“Well I’m glad you did, it looks amazing on you,” Wukong said as he looked down to meet Macaque’s eyes and promptly realizing what he said, he quickly averted his gaze and nervously laughed, “Or you know, it looks good.”

“Ah, umm thanks,” the doctor said as he felt the faint blush on his cheeks.

The sage monkey was about to say something else when he noticed that a few eyes were on him and he quickly went back to his grooming session. While making completely sure that his eyes didn’t even go towards anywhere in their direction.

The traffic light trio saw the scene and they all shared a glance at one another, but opted to say nothing as the story continued and the two monkeys, in everyone's eyes, began to cuddle up together.

“Where is he?” Red huffed as he sat on the opposite side of Mei at one of the arcade booths. “Usually he’s the first one here.”

“I know he was helping Pigsy out with a large Party order, but that should have been done by now,” Mei shrugged as she took another sip of her drink.

“Well he should hurry it up else I will-”

“What’s up, party dudes!” An energetic voice cried out that instantly made Mei spit out her drink.

“Oh hell no!” She stood up as she grabbed her dagger and was inwardly cursing herself about leaving her sword at home, “I’m not about to deal with you a second time! Not today Satan!”

“Should I be concerned?” Red raised an eyebrow as he looked at MK, who was for some reason wearing a pink visor, blue headphones and an atrocious cheetah print outfit. “Cause this whole look right here is very concerning.”

“No need to worry hot stuff,” MK said as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Not here to do any lasting damage, unless you're into that,” he winked.

“W-w-what?!” A small burst of flame erupted from his head.

“I don’t trust that for a second,” the Dragon successor hissed as she still held her dagger up.

“I swearsies doll.”

“Wha-no stay focused,” she faltered but shook it off, “That is rich coming from the disembodied attachment of my friend who can just poof in and out without consequences of your actions.”

“Disembodied?” Red, still under the clone arm, confusedly said.

“Touché,” he pointed a finger, “but for real, I’m just here to deliver a message from the big boss himself.”

“Talk,” she demanded as she slightly lowered her weapon at that.

“BB will be late due to a crazy ass bitch on the block doin her usual bitch in and be all complainin about her food order being all wrong and demanding that they hand it over for free.”

“Oh,” Mei's eyebrow raised. “Bet that didn’t go over well.”

“No it did not my lovely Empress, cause next thing they knew the bitch was calling up the rest of her posse upon BB and Big Bad Boss and now she is yellin her ass about about some scam they be tryin to pull on them all.”

“I’m starting to see where this is head,” she sheathed her blade when she said that, though she did have a light blush of confusion over the nickname.

“Your thoughts be right as the next thing anyone knows, everyone is brawling with each other so hard that even some of the people on the street just up and joined in.”

“So MK got mixed up in that, but why didn’t he just text us that,” the Bull successor asked as he finally recognized that this was a clone and not the real MK.

“Cause Triple B ordered Double B to not get the food ruined under any circumstances my sweet King so now BB is hauling ass all around the town as the Karen Gang chase after his ass,” Portay MK smirked as he saw the prince blush.

“Karen Gang,” she snorted at the nickname, “Does he need any help, cause I will be more than happy to bust a few heads for him.”

“I as well.”

“Aww ain’t the both of you just a bundle of sweetness, makes me want to give you both a big ol kiss,” he flirted once more.

“Just show us!” At this point both teenagers had either a small or large flush on their faces.

“Alright Alright, I’ll show ya,” he said as he quickly made his way out of the arcade and to the streets with them both following. “But I won’t stop~ Someone got to help Double B get the ball rollin and I guess it will have to be me. This will be so much fun,” he muttered.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing my Sugar hearts!” He smiled at their groans of embarrassment.

“Is he always like this?!”

“I met him once and that was when he had me tied up during a never ending party, which I still can’t fully remember due to all the sugar and caffeine I inhaled.”

“The WHAT?!”

“Oh yeah, that was a ride.”

“Man, it’s been a long time since I’ve been here, huh,” Macaque mused as he and MK climbed up the mountain.

“Right, you lived here before,” MK said as they climbed up the steps. “What was it like back then?”

“Honestly, at first it looks and feels the same, every time that I breathe I can still smell the crisp pine air and the heavy mineral undertones that I still smell on Monkey King,” he took a deep breath. “This place really brings back some memories.”

“Good ones?” The doctor to be said with a bit of hope as they finally reached the top.

“Yeah, good ones,” he stopped as his ears pricked up at an incoming sound. “That screech,” he whispered.

“Huh?” MK looked to his Dad, only to be bombarded with the most ear piercing noise.

SCREEEEEECCCCCCHHHHHH

Then, almost out of nowhere, a hoard of monkeys all popped out and practically flew towards the black simian.

“What the-!” MK was startled by the sudden attack and was about to step forward to his Dad only to pause at the sight of multiple monkeys, all of them screeching in delight, clinging onto him as the demon joyfully nuzzled them back.

“I missed you guys too,” he purred as he felt many cuddles underneath his chin, on his back, upon his arms, even on top of his head. He really missed these idiots.

“Awwww,” the adult cooed at the adorable sight.

“Man, that was faster than I was expecting,” the student turned and saw his mentor standing right behind him. “One moment they were playing and the next thing I know they all began to run off. I swear their smell has gotten better over these years.”

“So that’s why they could smell Dad on me that time.”

“You got it,” he finger gunned him as he walked up to the pile of monkeys. “So it seems this is one-”

“HISSSSSSS!” All the monkeys clinging onto Macaque hissed at their idiotic king.

“Yeah, I deserved that,” he deadpanned as he plopped himself onto the pile, with MK following suit. “But I promise we won’t be so stupid again.”

“Ooo oo,” a female monkey crossed her arms as she sat on the monkey doctor's head.

“King honor,” he raised his hand.

“Ooo,” she nodded and gave him a flick on the nose before snuggling back on top of the head.

“She really hasn't changed one bit,” Mac snorted at her antics.

“Nope, but she is still as bossy as ever,” he smiled and gave her a scratch on her head.

“Especially when she forced me to drink water,” MK piped up, “she literally forced it down my throat after one of the sessions. I didn’t think you could drown via water bottle, but when there's a monkey there's a way.”

“Yeah, sounds like her,” both monkeys said.

The sun was beginning to set as MK and the rest of the tribe were all playing out in the mountains in an extreme game of hide and seek. Extreme as in they all will literally yeet themself off the tallest rock just so they won’t get found, the first couple of times MK played this he had to stop his heart from trying to run out of his chest, but he slowly found himself enjoying throwing himself off like a rabid maniac. Is there something wrong with all of them? Maybe, but no one can deny that it is really fun.

“I swear, their IQ always seems to decrease when they play these games,” Mac muttered as he watched his child vault himself off of a rock just so the seeker wouldn’t catch him.

“Didn’t you think of this?” Wukong hummed as he smirked when he saw his student delicately land on one of the boulders below.

“Yep and I still don’t know if I regret it.”

“I mean you did worse,” he coyly smirked.

“You don’t want to talk about dumbass ideas with me Mr. ‘Let’s just ambush the trailing cart of a tired ass deity that would happily shank up on our sleep.’” He snarked back.

“Says the one who thought it would be a good idea to toss me in the water, forgetting that my stone ass can’t swim!” He shot back, they were playing around and Macaque had the jump of him and tossed him in the river. The black simian paused at what he just did and immediately panicked and dived down after him.

“You should really think about losing a few pounds, you were heavy,” he mocked and then got promptly tackled by the other monkey.

“I’ll show you heavy, how’d you like that mushroom brain,” he teased as he began to wrestle him.

“Says you rock for brains,” he shot back as he tried to get the upper hand. This went on for a few minutes as both monkeys playfully began to wrestle each other on the ground. It ended when Wukong managed to pin him down while holding his hands above his head and wrapping his tail firmly around the others.

“HA! I win!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffed after he tried to get out after a few attempts. “Don’t get such a big head about it.”

“Aww, but you know it only does good things to my ego~,” he teased as he leaned down.

“No it doesn’t, simply it’s truly terrible.”

“It does!”

“Does not!”

“Does!”

“Does not!

“Does!”

“Does not!”

“Does!”

“Does not! Damnit!” He cursed at the trickery.

“How do you fall for it every single time,” he openly laughed.

Wukong was about to refute when he saw just how close to each other they were and sucked in a breath. He can feel his chest against his own with each breath of air, he can see the faintest shimmer of violet deep within his golden eyes, he can feel his nose touching the soft button nose of his partner.

Macaque obviously heard the intake of breath, no super hearing necessary, and was about to ask when he too stopped short. It could be from the fact that their noses were so close to each other that he could feel his warm breath, the way he could feel the muscle very clearly against his own fur, or even how his golden eyes seem to be extra bright today that he can’t. Stop. Looking.

Neither pair noticed a pair of human eyes locking onto them with a curious expression on his face as he slowly backed up.

Either way, all of those reasons are very much valid in both of their minds as a familiar silence filled the air and it felt oh so good as they just almost blend together as one. This wasn’t the usual safe cuddles that both were adjusted to, no this was something long in the making, that this was something that was more than the friend standpoint that they anchored themselves down on and refuse to step off. This was something even more than love, but the word itself is the only thing that fits what they feel for the other, and they instinctively knew that there is something more between them, something devastatingly eternal.

There can be more if they just make that step off the cliff and into the unknown air.

But not today, no not today.

Instead, Macaque put his foot back down to that safe cliff and latched on tightly as cleared his throat. “You want to get off me anytime, I kinda want to feel my bones sometime,” he managed to say. He can’t take that step, he knows he’s a coward when it comes to admitting that he actually loves Wukong, but they just became friends once more after their stupid separation and he refuses to do anything that jeopardizes it.

“Right, my bad,” he said with a fake smile plastered on as he got off him and sat beside him. He can see the air and he can feel his feet wanting to make that leap into the foggy air and see how far the two can go, but he will push down that impulse. He wants this so badly, for centuries (no matter how hard he tries to deny it) he wants to admit that he loves Macaque, but he will keep his mouth shut. His impulsiveness has already done enough damage as it is, no need to add the emotional turmoil on top of all the other shit he did to his friend.

The two of them sat in silence once more as they sat side by side to each other, totally ignoring the small moment between.

“So…what are you doing for the Lunar New Year?” Wukong asked in an effort to get rid of the silence.

“Well this year, we’re gonna spend it in the city with the others this time around. Everyone brings some food, usually, I bring the moon cakes as I have the extra hands and you can never have too many.” Ever since he had met Yanyu, who had dragged him to his first Lunar year with her family in the city, it had become somewhat of a tradition to go to the city every two years and spend time together. “What are you doing?”

“Oh you know, just gonna chill on the mountain with good food and watch the fireworks,” he nonchalantly said.

“Just by yourself,” he questioningly asked. If there was one of the many things he knew about Wukong, it was that he hated being alone on any occasion. He knew it stemmed from his own weird beginnings and his unawareness of the societal norms at the start, but it all went downhill after he was trapped in the mountain with only the bitch ass spirits keeping guard, he could only sneak in so many times before one of the guards noticed something amiss, unfortunately. (Though he quite happily stopped by when Wukong was finally free and he had quite the playtime with them, he still can’t help but grin at the sound of their screams. It was truly music to his ears.)

“Yeah,” he shrugged. It wasn’t anything new, ever since his friends have…gone, he couldn’t quite bring himself to spend the holiday with anyone other than the tribe from time to time. It just doesn’t feel right anymore…it doesn’t feel like he has the right anymore.

“Yeah, no. Your ass is coming with me to the festival,” Mac deadpanned.

“What?!” He turned his head so hard that he could almost hear his neck snap.

“You. Are. Spending. The. Festival. With. Us.” He slowly emphasized each word as if he couldn’t understand it. “Got it.”

“But-but-”

“We’re not talking about your ass here, but you are coming.”

“I don’t want to intrude, it will probably be really weird,” he tried to rebuttal.

“The group has almost twenty people and then those people will sometimes bring their friends along, the more the merrier.”

“What about how I look, cause no offense, but I don’t want to be mowed down in a frenzy to get an autograph or a picture or something!”

“We both know you have a human disguise, hell I sometimes use my own from time to time.”

“But-”

“Wukong,” he grabbed his shoulders. “You are going to come to the Lunar Festival with us.”

The monkey opened his mouth once more, but sighed and sagged his shoulder. “When have you become so demanding.”

“I learned that from you,” he smirked.

“Pfft, nahh you have always been a demanding shit even before me,” he chuckled as he laid his head on Mac's shoulder. “Yeah, I’ll join you guys.”

“Great, but if it does get too much just come grab me and we can bail to one of the rooftops,” he shifted and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

He smiled into his shoulder, “I wouldn’t mind that buttt I wouldn’t mind trying one of the moon cakes, especially if you make some with peaches in them.”

The doctor fondly rolled his eyes, “I’ll make some peach candy mooncakes for you dumbass.”

“Yes!”

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mk #macaque #six eared macaque #monkey king #lmk mei #PlumTeaAU

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,958 Words

Summary: Midoriya’s store run, Todoroki kills everyone with laughter, and girl day has been moved to Bakugou’s room, and Shigaraki and Dabi have a talk.

Warnings: Food Mention, Death Mention, Caps, Child Abuse Mention, Cursing, Period Mention, Menstruation Mention, Murder Mention, Grooming Mention, Burn Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: Shigaraki's alias in the group chat is Ren, Dabi's alias is Haruhi, and Hime is Toga's alias.

Usernames: Area 51 Aoyama: bonjour je suis Dora, Ashido: aggressive chicken dance, Asui: wut, Iida: Human Porche, Uraraka: Fuck Gravity, Ojiro: ceouolo, Kaminari: pikachoo, Kirishima: ordained, Koda: the muffin man?, Sato: dammit kevin, Shoji: pIaNoMaN, Jirou: neko neko kneecaps, Sero: wine and cheerios, Tokoyami: brb drowning, Todoroki: daddy issues, Hagakure: oreosandpussy, Bakugo: mother i crave violence, Midoriya: mistakes were made Mineta: Mineta, Shinsou: its a mental breakdown, Yaoyorozu: single braincell

Usernames: Emo Sanctuary Jirou: tell tale heart, Tokoyami: eldritch peep, Todoroki: i love you 3000, Bakugou: knife tag, Midoriya: bitchasaurus, Shinsou: unhappy meal, Kuroiro: meth and deadamine, Shigaraki: depresso extra shot, Dabi: *sad kazoo*

Into The Group Chat We Go: Chapter 2

10:00 AM

Area 51

Midoriya: I'm heading to the store and then to my apartment for the weekend, so if anyone needs anything while I'm out, tell me now.

mother i crave violence: Pickled daikon, seaweed chips, pea sprouts, spinach, enoki, and sausages.

Midoriya: Ew.

Midoriya: Fine.

mother i crave violence: Breathe one word of what you know and you're dead meat, Deku.

Midoriya: Not very nice to say to someone buying you food, now, is it?

mother i crave violence: Sorry, Deku.

Midoriya: Now send me the whole list. I know you don't buy six things and call it a day.

mother i crave violence: Also chapaghetti, eggs, and probably tofu.

mother i crave violence: And coffee pudding.

Midoriya: And?

mother i crave violence: Aloe yoghurt and ham.

Midoriya: Got it.

mother i crave violence: I hate you.

Midoriya: Yeah, yeah. I'll say hi to Hotaru and Hikaru for you on my way home.

Hagakure: Who's that?

Midoriya: NOTHING.

Midoriya has deleted one message

Midoriya: See? nothing.

Hagakure: Suspicious.

mother i crave violence: I'm not even going to deal with this. I'm too busy crying.

Midoriya: Overdramatic much?

mother i crave violence: I'm not, I'm dying. I deserve to cry if I'm dying.

Midoriya: Drama queen.

mother i crave violence: Stop arguing, I'm hungry.

Midoriya: Fine, fine.

Iida: What are you two on about now?

Midoriya: Kacchan needs some groceries that I offered to grab for him on my way out.

Todoroki: I'll go with you. I have to grab a few things for my dinner. I'll bring everything back to the dorms so you can head straight home.

Midoriya: Cool. @its a mental breakdown, do you need anything? I know you said something about needing to grab groceries to other day. I won't have you surviving off rice.

its a mental breakdown: My guy, it's 10:10 in the morning. Why are you waking me up so early on the weekend?

Midoriya: Groceries. Fork over the list, my guy.

its a mental breakdown: grocery.link

Midoriya: Looks good. Anyone else need food?

aggressive chicken dance: I forgot to pick up rice yesterday. I can't make my green curry without rice.

its a mental breakdown: I have a big container of rice you can steal from, Mina. Remember, the rice container that's as tall as a toddler?

aggressive chicken dance: Hells yeah. I'll hit you up at like 6pm. Raincheck on the rice, Midoriya.

Midoriya: 👍

Hagakure: Why do you have so much rice, Shinsou?

its a mental breakdown: it used to be the only thing I was allowed to eat at the orphanage because they could get a 4 pound bag and feed me for two weeks. I got used to eating rice a lot and I usually will just add things to rice.

Hagakure: Shinsou, that's like half a cup of rice a day.

its a mental breakdown: I never said they fed me correctly. thus why I had a job to make money for extra food. the nuns hated that, though, so I had to hide it or make it at a friend's house. thanks for those days, Bakugo.

mother i crave violence: No problem, Toshi.

10:25 PM

Area 51

Uraraka: We're missing shit.

Uraraka has changed their name to Fuck Gravity

Fuck Gravity has changed Asui to wut

Fuck Gravity has changed Iida to Human Porche

Fuck Gravity has changed Midoriya to mistakes were made

Fuck Gravity has changed Todoroki to daddy issues

Fuck Gravity has changed Aoyama to bonjour je suis Dora

Fuck Gravity: Much better.

Tokoyami: DADDY ISSUES OH MY GOD

daddy issues: I wasn't aware we were having a therapy session. I can talk about my daddy issues if you want.

Tokoyami: No, Shoto.

daddy issues: I mean, it's not a secret that I have daddy issues. Just look at him. Of course I have issues, he made me.

Hagakure: Hold on, I'm wheezing.

daddy issues: Like I do when I look at his face knowing there's a possibility of me growing into its image.

daddy issues: No wonder Touya was constantly depressed to look so similar to him. I'd be depressed too.

Ojiro: Send help, I can't breathe.

daddy issues: It's no wonder Natsuo is so proud to look like our mother but as a guy. And Fuyumi is basically mom's twin but with a different quirk and some red in her hair.

daddy issues: Lucky motherfuckers.

bonjour je suis Dora: Mon dieu, Shoto, stop, everyone's dying.

daddy issues: ...

Fuck Gravity: Don't!

daddy issues: Like I wish my father would.

daddy issues has set "that's a lot of damage" audio to play

Fuck Gravity: Shoto, please, we're suffering.

daddy issues: Okay, okay. I'll stop tormenting you all like I wish I could my father.

aggressive chicken dance: Savage.

11:00 AM

Area 51

daddy issues: I'm coming home with the groceries. I put our stuff in separate bags. Shinsou, you'll have to come to 1-A dorms because I don't know where your room is.

mother i crave violence: just give mine to Toshi for now. I can't move yet.

Hagakure: Alright, I've been wondering why it is you said you were crying for like an hour now. Why are you crying, Bakugou?

mother i crave violence: I'm having my period. It's bad, I can't move.

Hagakure: I have midol!

aggressive chicken dance: time to spoil Baku.

wut: I'll bring heating pads.

Fuck Gravity: I'll grab his food. Do you want any of it made before I go up?

mother i crave violence: I was just gonna destroy the chips, coffee pudding, and yoghurt.

Fuck Gravity: I'm making you eat. It'll be good for you.

daddy issues: I bought a bunch of extra ready made bentos because they were on sale for you girls' Girl Day. Take him two or three up and make sure he eats.

Yaoyorozu: We're moving Girl Day to Bakugou's room, if that's alright with everyone.

mother i crave violence: Why do I feel appreciated? Make it stop.

Yaoyorozu: Because we appreciate you, Bakugou.

mother i crave violence: I don't like this.

Yaoyorozu: So you don't want us in your room?

mother i crave violence: I guess it's fine.

Hagakure: Alright, Girl Day in Bakugou's room!

neko neko kneecaps: Alright, Todoroki, bring the stuff up to Baku's room.

daddy issues: I know, I'm on the way. I was waiting for Hitoshi.

its a mental breakdown: thank you, Sho.

daddy issues: You'll have to show me to your dorm one of these days.

its a mental breakdown: oh. it's floor five room four on the boys side in the 1-C dorms.

daddy issues: You say this like I won't now make a bridge to walk from my room to yours.

its a mental breakdown: I know this and I love you.

daddy issues: Good, someone has to.

its a mental breakdown: No airing therapy sessions in the group chat, Sho.

daddy issues: Damn.

daddy issues: Anyway. I'm thinking of playing musical rooms with Aizawa and freezing the empty girls rooms on floor two. Any oppositions?

Tokoyami: My only opposition is not today. I'm working on a time sensitive commission and I don't want to see a month of work go down the drain if the ice creeps over.

daddy issues: Tokoyami, the real MVP, running his business as a profit hobby so UA can't stop him.

Fuck Gravity: What a king.

Tokoyami: Thank you both.

Tokoyami: I'm going back to Hime's fourth dress.

Tokoyami is now offline

Hagakure: Alright.

Hagakure has changed their name to oreosandpussy

oreosandpussy has changed Ojiro's name to ceouolo

oreosandpussy has changed Koda's name to the muffin man?

oreosandpussy has changed Shoji's name to pIaNoMaN

oreosandpussy has changed Tokoyami's name to brb drowning

oreosandpussy has changed Yaoyorozu's name to single braincell

ceouolo: I'm not shocked, just disappointed.

oreosandpussy: That's normal, Mashi.

1:45 PM

Emos Sanctuary

depresso extra shot: Has anyone heard from Haruhi? I haven't been able to find him for like a solid five days and he last messaged someone in here from what I can tell.

*sad kazoo* is now online

*sad kazoo*: Sorry, man, I've been doing some shit for a few days so I can find a way to adopt Toshi.

depresso extra shot: Nobody's heard from you for days!

*sad kazoo*: Well, yeah, I mean, I bought a house, I'm working, I got stuff to do.

depresso extra shot: How the fuck?

*sad kazoo*: I had Hime help me.

1:50 PM

private chat with depresso extra shot and *sad kazoo*

depresso extra shot: How the fuck did Himiko help you?

*sad kazoo*: Himiko hooked me up with one of her friends who can change appearances. The girl made me look how I would if the accident never happened.

depresso extra shot: So you're never coming back to the League.

*sad kazoo*: No. I'm not, I can't. I have a son, man. I need to be there for him.

depresso extra shot: I'll still be your friend, right?

*sad kazoo*: Of course. And you can always have Himi's friend make you look different too. You can get away from this life too, Tomura.

depresso extra shot: I can't just disappear, Dabi.

*sad kazoo*: Why not? I've already found a way to disappear without questions. I could take you into it.

depresso extra shot: Tell me why I should? I have All For One's legacy to uphold!

*sad kazoo*: Who are you even carrying his legacy anyway? Because he saved you? You don't have to risk your life for his legacy because he saved you once. Following his legacy will kill you. I should know, I was held to a legacy too and look where it got me. I'm a murderer, a wanted criminal. This path isn't one you'll survive. He groomed a child and forced his own destiny onto you.

depresso extra shot: I'll think about it.

*sad kazoo*: You could really be Izuku's brother then.

depresso extra shot: You say that like I don't have a quirk that would kill this family like I did my last one. How am I supposed to explain to Izuku that I killed our father? My mother and sister?

*sad kazoo*: Himiko knows someone who can change your quirk. I was going to see him right before I stage my disappearing act. He was going to make my fire red again and give me some ice control so I won't turn into a burnt chicken nugget again.

depresso extra shot: So he could make my quirk something else?

*sad kazoo*: He can make your quirk into whatever you want.

depresso extra shot: I've always wanted to have a healing quirk like my sister did.

*sad kazoo*: And he can do that.

depresso extra shot: I think I'd like that.

*sad kazoo*: So you wanna make the League a family instead? We can all move into my house. We can be normal. We can have lives.

depresso extra shot: I could probably talk everyone into it.

*sad kazoo* So it's a plan then.

depresso extra shot: We'd have to tell the others.

*sad kazoo*: Himi's already onboard. So are Magne and Twice. I haven't raised the question to Compress or Spinner yet.

depresso extra shot: So we just need to talk to Atsuhiro and Iguchi.

*sad kazoo*: Yeah.

depresso extra shot: Iguchi is a lost cause. He's a devout Stain follower. He won't ever agree to it. Compress we might be able to convince. He's said how his great-grandfather is a famous criminal. He might have it though his thick skull that he needs to bring honor to his family name by reforming the hero society.

*sad kazoo*: So we've decided to kill off the League.

depresso extra shot: For our second chance at life.

Taglist: @lgbtforeverything @rin-tanaka @everythingisstardust @paint-in-flames @hakodas-tits

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alfredosauce50 · 3 years

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Island Escapade [Ex-con! 2p! America x reader x Denmark] 08

Island Escapade - 08 - Animals Content warning: NSFW. Proceed with caution. Wordcount: 2, 876 The reader is referred to as she/her.

It's like we can't stop, we're enemies But we get along when I'm inside you You're like a drug that's killing me I cut you out entirely But I get so high when I'm inside you

The fear of missing out. Everyone had it in some shape or form. It just so happened to be worse for a select few, and Mathias was one of them. He was always sensitive to notions of being unwanted. And you used to think being loud was just one of the facets of his big personality.

For two nights, he slept by his lonesome in your room. It shouldn't have impacted him so much when he was usually in bed hours before anyone else. But it did. This was one of those moments of self-awareness as he dozed off to the hushed murmurs of your voice, your laughs, then Allen's. Whatever you were talking about, it sounded fun.

As his eyelids grew heavier, he fell deeper into a restless sleep with a troubled frown.

When his consciousness returned, he was anything but awake.

He was lying in bed, just not alone. His heart wasn't by any means calm, either. Instead, it was throbbing, aching even, and he soon learned why. Whoever it was there with him was sitting on his dick, having sheathed it deep in their walls. They were rolling their hips on it like a rocking horse. And it felt so good, he had to roll his head back to breathe out a few moans.

"Yeah... Just like that..." He huffed out, his airy voice soon drowned out by fervent panting. "Hah... Hah..." Forcing his half-lidded gaze to his partner, a psychedelic high washed over him when he saw who it was. You were on top of him, riding him like a bull.

Naked and drenched in sweat, he’d watch beads of it roll down between your breasts. Then, the place where his body connected to yours—a sight so lewd and erotic, he found himself completely seduced. Sliding his hands to your thighs, he grabbed at them for a good fondle. There, he relished in the softness of your flesh as it sunk between his fingers.

"Don’t just... Sit there and watch..." He heard you breathe. Lifting his glazed-over eyes to your face, flushed red and contorted with frustration, he felt his cock twitch inside your tight walls. Fuck, it was always so hot seeing you pissed at him. "If you don’t get me to finish, I’m never doing this with you again..." You glared, much to his excitement.

Mathias didn’t hesitate to sit up at that, pushing you down in the process. He’d be damned if this was the last time. Before you could object, he had his hands on you again, holding your thighs down so he could thrust himself deeper inside you than ever before. "Agh, fuck..." He hissed, feeling you clamp tighter on his dick. But the sensation was barely a deterrent from fucking you into the mattress.

A sharp pain erupted in your core—"Mat, what the hell?!"—but it melted away as he continued moving. Using your moans as a guide, he adjusted his technique to go as hard as he could without it hurting. Soon, sex with him became borderline painful, but it hurt so good.

Digging his hands into your hair, he rolled his pelvis against yours and made love to you missionary-style.

As he pushed you closer to your climax, slowly and steadily, he sped up to start pounding you. Occasionally slowing down to grind his dick against your walls, he tried his damndest to stimulate your clit from the inside. That was when he knew he had you. Your walls were fully lubricated and finally sucking him in, accepting him.

Now that you completely gave in to him, he knew you’d reciprocate when he kissed you slowly.

As he pulled away for air, thin strands of saliva would drape and break between your lips—much like your resolve to push him away. He had you in the palm of his hand, wanting him again. Only an hour ago were you fighting with the man, but here you were, letting him do away with you as he pleased.

So when he pushed you to your zenith, helping you ride out waves of your hot orgasm, you uttered this shakily. He needed to have a piece of your mind, as shattered as he left it after a round of make-up sex. While your legs trembled away, this was what he heard with his manhood buried halfway up your stomach. "Fuck you, Mat... Fuck... You..."

Mathias had never been so turned on in his life.

Resuming his strong thrusts at a furious pace, he panted like a dog until he felt his own release. Something about being cussed out riled him up so bad, just like all those other times you argued with him. Because even after the storm, you would run right back. It was his way of proving you still loved him. It wasn’t healthy, but he craved it like a drug.

With one final slam, he came hard, filling you to the brim with his warm and frothy cum.

Your lust, anger, he couldn’t differentiate between the two anymore.

His eyes shot open. His chest was still pounding like a drum, but it became clear he wasn’t living it down. As he sat up to send beads of sweat rolling down his face, his hard-on practically bounced out of his boxers. "..." Mathias reddened. What the heck?

He couldn’t believe himself. He nearly had a wet dream. Sliding off your bed, he scrambled to the bathroom. Sleeping in your room definitely had something to do with it. But so did your growing friendship with Allen. This became jarringly obvious when he froze at the sound of your voice.

"Was that Mat?"

One wouldn’t have imagined how profound an impact those three words had on him. He lit up, ecstatic over the thought you were thinking of him.

"Who cares? Just go back to sleep."

Mathias clenched his hands into fists. If this was what he’d be hearing after getting up, he would’ve stayed in bed. That way, he could drift away into an eternal sleep, dreaming of how things used to be.

You slapped Allen on the shoulder. "Sleep? It’s nearly twelve, you big oaf! C’mon, get up—"

Grabbing a hold of his bicep, you were immediately shocked at how hard it was. "Geez, Al. Are you on steroids?" His eyes were closed as he rested his head on a pillow, but he opened them to glower at you, much to your amusement. "How can someone so lazy have such firm muscles?" You laughed.

"Say that again, I dare you." He squinted.

"Are you on steroids?"

Allen chuckled lowly, feeling a brief spell of irritation come. The morning exhaustion was wearing off. "Again. I wanna feel awake for this, so do your worse."

You rested against the hands behind your back. "Bum. Bumass." A satisfied smile plastered across your face as he sat up, provoked. What you said next, however, took the cake. "Good for nothing playboy. Womanizing bum! You know what’ll get panties dropping? Getting up before noon."

"Okay, I get it!" Hopping off the bed with a growl, he spun to you and didn’t hesitate to hoist you up.

You sucked in a gasp. "Wha-"

Then, he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He even made it look easy. "How’s this for lazy, huh? Can someone on steroids do this?" He opened the door and walked out into the hall.

As you swayed against his back upside down, you couldn’t stop cackling like an idiot. "Maybe you could tell me, I haven’t tried them before!" Allen gave your thigh a squeeze to show his annoyance.

You were having way too much fun with this.

"Hey!" He threw you down on the couch in a thump. As his chest rose up and down to his heavy huffs, you were just as breathless. Even then, you managed a few more laughs, having found yourself thoroughly smitten with him. "Again?" You gleamed, reaching out to hold his forearms.

What you shared with Allen was reminiscent of what you once had with Mathias. But even better.

Allen caught a brief glimpse of your hands on him. How could you keep pulling him in so effortlessly? Everything you said, everything you did. A smile like that was enough to get him to derail his train of thought. "... Maybe later, bub. I'm starving." He grinned, pulling you up much to your delight.

Something about being with him was incredibly freeing—it was nothing you’ve ever experienced before. And for that, he was irresistible.

"Okay, bub. We’ll get to eat faster if you help me." Wrapping an arm around his hip, you hugged him from the side. "You do the tofu."

He followed suit and pulled you in by your waist.

"You got it, capitan." Allen hummed, giving it a playful squeeze. For a second, he expected a yelp or a jump. Maybe a push. But it never came. You let him do it.

The feeling of his large, calloused hand on your waist was something you could get used to. The high was still there, and it wasn’t going anywhere soon. So when you both settled in the kitchen, you shot him a bright smile. He had been rummaging through your fridge when he caught it. You weren’t planning on letting him breathe, huh? "Alright, you idiot. ‘Nuf of the smiles. I’m getting grumpy."

He held out a potato. "Now, how ‘bout some of that famous gnocchi of yours?"

You crinkled your nose. "With tofu?"

"I dunno, I’m trying to improvise."

The bathroom door unlocked. Out walked Mathias looking like hell. Before Allen got a response from you, your attention was stolen away by the newcomer who just walked in. His hair didn’t resemble the top of a pineapple like usual, flattened by sweat. And his face was concerningly red.

"Hey."

No good morning. It was just ‘hey’. Immediately, you knew something was wrong with him. Appearing in front of the man, you cast a worried gaze over his pink complexion. Without touching it, you could predict the burn of his skin against yours. When you finally clamped a hand over his forehead, you could confirm your suspicions—

"You’re burning up."

Allen had never seen you so stressed. Once you got Mathias in bed, you raged in the kitchen. He had no idea what came over you, but you were whipping up that chicken noodle soup like your life depended on it. In the end, the potato was used for stock. But he wasn’t complaining when it tasted good.

The sun was melting into the waterline, setting the sea on fire in a mosaic of bright red and orange. Another tiring day of work had passed, but it was barely doable without Mathias to share the load.

As you sat by the beach to watch the waves lap the shore, your head found its way onto Allen’s shoulder.

"You okay?" He asked.

You closed your eyes and smiled. But your expression was nothing like the one you made in the morning. "Yeah. Just tired. You must be too."

He ruffled your hair. Maybe, but he meant another kind of exhaustion. One he couldn’t relate to, and yet, he discovered since day one. "That was some brunch. It looked like you were on Masterchef."

"You watch Masterchef?"

"No. Just the concept."

You leaned into him so your side could press flush against his. It wasn’t a mystery why you were fussing over such a simple task. You just didn’t want to admit it—that you were rushing to get out of the house. If you did, then you would acknowledge your biggest fear. "It's probably because he spent a night in a T-shirt and shorts."

Your lips pursed as you continued, unimpressed. "In a cargo hold. On a plane to New York."

The other clicked their tongue. "Go figure."

"Anyway." Turning to him, you pat his shoulder. Your mood never made a faster change for the better. "I'm glad I started talking to you again."

If you were honest, it was a gross understatement. Reconnecting with him turned out to be the best decision of your life, and worth every risk.

Allen hummed thoughtfully. "Me too. It’s lonely on this island, ya know? I didn’t have any friends."

He felt you pull away, but he wasn’t alarmed when you held out a hand for him.

"Let’s go home."

Taking your hand without a moment’s hesitation, you both stood up slowly over the sand. Much to his surprise, you hugged him. Tightly. But he didn’t make any comments as he returned the embrace. You were holding onto him like a lifeboat, and it became all the more obvious with what you uttered next. "Wanna play on the switch when we get back?"

Allen wondered if Mathias used to play video games.

"... I don’t know how to play."

What he meant to say was he didn’t play video games at all. But like he’d say that to you. Now or ever. You needed a friend more than anything.

And he’d do anything to be yours.

"Then I’ll teach you. One game a night."

He smiled. "Sounds great."

You told him to wait in the living room. And he did, having taken a seat on the couch with your switch. The left controller had stickers of cherries. And the right had... A lego head. "Hm."

After finishing dinner, you appeared in your bedroom with a glass of water, some medicine, and left-over soup from noon. The lights were off, shrouding everything in darkness. But that didn’t stop your muscle memory from getting you to where you needed to be. The outline of his body under the blanket remained still, indicating his slumber. It almost hurt to nudge him awake.

"... Mm?" The blankets rustled as he rolled over to face you. "(F/N)?"

You managed a small smile and flicked on the lights by the bedside table. "That’s right. I brought dinner."

Mathias sat up with a hard squint. On his lap was a tray, and on that was a bowl of warm goodness. There it was, the dopey grin he always made before eating, but it was a little more subtle than usual. You had to wonder if it was because of fatigue.

A part of you knew it wasn’t.

Lifting his drooping, blood-shot eyes to you, he murmured this. "Thanks for looking after me."

A pang of sadness hit you. That, along with this singular thought: I’ll always look after you. Before he could catch the change in your expression, you turned away to let your back face him.

Why was he always so good at getting you so weak?

"Just eat. I need to finish up with the washing."

He answered by slurping up his soup. Quietly. He took his time with this one. All twenty minutes of it. You never brushed him either, and just sat there in silence. If anything, it spoke volumes.

When he was done, you watched him swallow his pill with some water. "Get some rest. Don’t worry about work, okay? Allen’s come a long way." You managed another smile at that, but it faded as you stood up. His expectant gaze was following your every move, all until you became a silhouette in the doorway.

Mathias’s heart sped up in anticipation. He had to say this before you left. Ever since you walked in to feed him, then nurse him, he’d been mulling over it. So when you were in the middle of closing the door, he piped up. "Wait."

You paused. "What?"

He leaned forward.

"I love you."

It was nothing but a faint murmur, and yet, those three words were more than enough to set you back a year. Back when you were still with him—when he was all you cared about. You could feel it. All your efforts to push him away were slowly undoing themselves. Didn’t he know what he was doing? As your chest tightened with a harrowing kind of longing, you forced yourself to the kitchen. Allen looked up.

You walked right back to your bedroom after setting the dishes down. What were you doing?

Without turning the lights on, you hugged him from the bedside. His body was so hot, your worry for the man skyrocketed again. So you squeezed him tight. Mathias returned the embrace, scrunching up the fabric of your shirt in the process. There was nothing worse than being left in the dark after telling someone, I love you. For a second, he thought it happened to him. But even you couldn’t be so cruel.

"I know." That was all you whispered, but he couldn’t be disappointed.

When you pulled away, you felt strong resistance from his arms. Unfortunately, resistance on your part was long forgotten. It was completely sapped away, translated into a movement against your own will. Leaning into his face, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. It lasted only a few seconds, but Mathias couldn’t ask for more.

The joy, the pain, it was all too real.

You left afterward and pulled Allen back to his room.

It wasn’t fair, what you were doing to him. Slowly, but surely, Allen was becoming the only thing keeping you from Mathias.

Yeah you can start over you can run free You can find other fish in the sea You can pretend it's meant to be But you can't stay away from me

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secondhand-trash · 4 years

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圍爐

A/N: it’s cold and I miss being able to have people around for hot pot AND it’s the last ep of the inarizaki season so you just know I have to do it (yes all of these interactions are based on things my friends do when we hot pot lmao)

Pairing: platonic!Inarizaki x reader, even though a lot of the more minor characters only got a mention and you are only there for the sake of being there lmao

Description: Friends who hot pot together stay together.

Word count: 1394

Someone said that a team that never eats hot pot together will never become a true team. You did not know who said it, but whoever did must be a freaking mastermind.

The Inarizaki volleyball club was always busy, even right after the first of the two major tournaments they had to break through in the year. Second place was good, but they had no intention of stopping at what they had achieved yesterday. Winter break meant waking up at the break of dawn each morning to go back to school when all your friends were probably still sleeping soundly in their beds, the wind slicing across your face like blades as you struggled on your way back to the school gymnasium.

You had contemplated whether suggesting if mangers (as in, you, the one manager they had) should be allowed to arrive late or just not show up at all, but the guilt of walking in everyday to see the boys already in midst of preparing for practice always made you suck the bit of reluctance in you all the way down until it was resting in the depths of your lungs.

Kita brought up the idea of having the whole team over at his house for dinner at a passing, something he let slip mindlessly while packing up the nets a few days before the last training session of the holidays. His grandma wanted to go on an onsen trip with some old friends, so it would just be him at home for the night and it might be a nice get together activity for everyone to come over.

“We could have hot pot.”

He said so casually, like it was just an idea that popped up out of nowhere and in face, it was. Kita was just bringing it up tentatively, more so talking to himself then announcing it to everyone.

But it seems like his teammates were always the most attentive when food was involved in the conversation.

“Kita san’s house? I want to go!”

“Hot pot at Kita san’s place!”

“Miya! Don’t just hand the balls to me- hey! You two-”

Ginjima’s cries were ignored as the two shoved everything they were holding onto his arms to rush to their captain’s side, letting out a huge sigh when Suna took one step further away from him when he was about to look for help. The Miya’s eyes were practically sparkling at the mention, looking like a tail was about to grow out of their backs as they towered over Kita in excitement.

So it was settled, the entire team would go over to the Kita residence for hot pot on the last day of break.

“Are you sure this is going to be a good idea?” you questioned in concern as you watched them cheer.

“Why not?” Kita shook his head gently as he smiled, “they seems happy.”

They were happy as long as they got to do the eating, you gulped down the urge to let your words loose. But you were looking forward to it yourself, there were not many chances where you got to just spend time with the rest of the club.

Next year, or maybe just after spring, it would not be the same group of people gathering around the stove anymore.

Whatever chaos you were envisioning, you thought to yourself as a loud shout from across the gym that you vaguely made out to be Ojiro’s voice and took to the presumption that it was targetted at the twins rang in your ear, it could not be that bad.

“Samu,” the setter hissed at his twin as he held the metal laddel in his hand, “you are not going to eat hot pot with rice.”

“What?” his twin huffed as he let the lid of the rice cooker bounced back with a hard hit on its button, “Why are you looking down on rice? Huh?”

“Osamu, I want a bowl too.”

“You too?” Atsumu yelled as you held out your bowl to the boy who was mixing up the rice with his rice spoon.

“I said,” Osamu scooped out a large chunk of rice before angrily plopping it down in your bowl. You took the ceramic from him with a nod of thanks, elbowing the boy who was half laying on the floor and lazily scrolling through his phone as he waited for the water to boil. “what has rice ever done to you?”

“It’s not a matter about rice-”

“Then what is it then?”

“Who do you think will win this one?” you whispered, taking a small bite of your rice as Suna slowly crawled back up with the support of his palm on the table.

“Not sure,” he replied with a sigh, fixing his posture so that he was crouching on the table this time, “Osamu gets scary when food is involved.”

The answer was neither, because a large palm pressed onto the twins’ heads put the two foxes into their places. “Cut it, you two,” Ojiro sighed as he put down the plates of beef on the table before checking the pot to see if there was still much soup left, but not without giving the younger boys’ dyed hair a good rub.

Why did those two never learn that bickering in the confines of Kita’s house was never near being a good idea?

“Keep eating rice with everything and you’re going to turn into a pig!”

“Ha? What right do you have to judge me when you are the one getting out of shape?”

“Who are you calling ‘out of shape’-”

“Do not,” a cold voice sent chills down your spine as it echoed into your ear, effectively freezing the boys who were inching closer and closer to each other before setting off a complete brawl in place as he let the plate landed on the table with a calm clink, “fight in the middle of a meal.”

Ginjima, who just sat down after finishing his vegetable-cutting duty in the kitchen, did not bother to hide his snicker as the twins reluctantly let the other person go and murmured as soft apology. Oomimi sighed, taking his chopsticks from Akagi who just laughed.

One lift of the lid had the smoke spilling out and clouding over the light above your heads.

“Should be reheated properly,” Kita said as he nonchalantly pushed the wooden chopstick around in the broth, “I wasn’t expecting the soup to go out so quickly.” Clipping the floating piece of shiitake mushroom, he placed it in Riseki’s bowl with a flick of his wrist and the youngest boy took a quick reaction to nod.

You were still smiling at the exchange when a wave of his nimble fingers in front of your vision landed a piece of mutton in your bowl, and you immediately nodded.

“Eat more,” Kita said as he pulled his hand away, before his chopsticks dipped back into the broth to pull out some other food and put it in someone else’s bowl.

“Eat more.”

He almost said it like a ritual as he went around the circle of people at the sides of the stove, putting an especially large piece in Osamu’s bowl which gained a groan from Atsumu who only shut up when Kita also added more to his while Kosaku commented that he could have just refill his own bowl with a grin.

Kita only looked up from the boiling pot when a familiar thump landed in his own bowl.

“Don’t just keep telling us to eat,” Ojiro grinned as he tapped the rim of KIta’s bowl to make a point, pointing at the piece of tofu that he had just put in there,” you eat more too.”

Kita’s gaze flicked up from the steam rising from the tofu, to his friend who was smiling ear to ear, to the sight of you laughing at the how Osamu had to make the effort to steal food out of Atsumu’s bowl, to Suna’s phone being taken away by a very agile Akagi, to the rest of his team just there and being happy.

Yeah, they probably didn’t need him to remind them anything.

“Thank you,” he beckoned to Ojiro, before taking a bite of his own food.

It was cold outside, but around the pot where all your friends sat, it was very, very warm.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #miya x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader

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beyondcanon · 3 years

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fanfic: a family wedding

wow. what a wild ride. how much i missed writing and didn’t even realize.

wynonna earp/wayhaught. Waverly and Nicole’s wedding turns everyone into a bridezilla. Complete. Read on AO3.

Read Chapter One

ii.

Jeremy is wearing all black, with an earpiece and clippings, fussing over a gigantic ice swan being carried by four large men/demons.

The statue wobbles and he squirms. "Careful!"

"You are not going to ruin this marriage, people! C'mon!"

The same old, beat-up blue pickup truck arrives, boxes and more boxes perched on top. Wynonna opens the door, leather jacket glistening in the cold autumn sun. The wind blows her hair like a L'oreal ad and she takes off her sunglasses in slow motion.

"Nothing can go wrong with this amount of booze, Jeremy." She smiles, licking her upper lip and tapping the pickup's ceiling three times. "Trust me."

"I'll believe it when I see it and complete a thorough inventory."

Wynonna rolls her eyes, but there's no bite to it, much like getting used to your family's quirks as a destiny. She sips from her flask. "As long as I get quality control duty."

The bright sun wakes Nicole, stretching over her skin. She grunts and turns to find the other side of the bed... empty? Cold?

"Waverly?" Eyes darting open and reaching for her gun under her bed, she sits up in a rush.

Her soon-to-be-wife is sitting on the armchair, painting her toenails. The sun creates a halo across her hair; she smiles, the corner of her eyes crinkling. "Morning, baby."

Nicole lets out a shaky breath and hides her gun again. "Sorry, I-" She scoots closer to the edge of the bed. "I got scared for a moment."

Waverly offers her a soft, soft look. The soft pink robe reaches the floor as she walks the few steps between them. "I woke at the crack of dawn and couldn't sleep, thinking about marrying my best girl."

Hands on Waverly's hips, Nicole pulls her closer to stand between her legs. "Excited?"

"I painted my nails and did my eyebrows and my hair was such a mess," Waverly straddles Nicole's lap, "I had to do something about it, and then I re-wrote my vows twice, first in my head and then on a piece of paper, which I hid it from your curious eyes." She chuckles when Nicole hides her face in the crook of her neck and takes a deep breath.

"And here I was, thinking someone would wake up with a hangover."

"Never." Waverly huffs, squeezing Nicole's shoulders. "Then I started thinking about you, pretty face and great butt, but I couldn't bring myself to wake you up. You looked so cute and I want to marry you already," she whines.

Nicole pulls back and takes a long moment to look at Waverly's face, hand placing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"What are you thinking?" Waverly tries to read her expression and fails. "Are you having second thoughts?" Her eyes widen and Nicole blinks three times. The words stalling falling from her mouth in quick succession, barely a shred of a second to think, "Because that's totally normal for the bride or groom to get really nervous with such a big decision, and we decided to spend the night together so there's no one to calm you down besides me, which isn't going to help much, because I'm the girl that got you stuck here with a big responsibility and a ring on your hand and I-"

She's so cute. Nicole smiles and kisses her, gentle and sweet, one hand cupping Waverly's cheek. It does get her to stop babbling.

"I love you." She joins their foreheads and Waverly takes a deep breath, still a pout on her lower lip. She licks and kisses the pout away, scratching the back of Waverly's neck until she lets out the little sigh Nicole knows so well. "Wherever you go, I go. This is it, baby. You and me."

A loud knock startles them both. "Are you decent?"

Nicole grunts and throws her body back on the bed.

"And Wynonna." Waverly laughs. "Come in!"

Bottle in hand and reeking of whiskey, Wynonna stumbles in.

Nicole raises an eyebrow. "It's 10 am."

Wynonna waves and scoff. "I have something important to say." She stops in the middle of the room and looks at Waverly and Nicole.

"I don't want you to move out." She takes a deep breath. "I like having both of you around. It's... better. Safer. We haven't talked about it, but I know you're probably planning to move to Nicole's-"

"Hey," Waverly answers like she's trying not to scare a kitten. She gets up and gets closer to her sister. "You're not losing me."

"Us." Nicole sits up on the bed.

Wynonna takes a gulp and winces. "We can fix the house, get you more room, better locks, soundproof the entire place, anything you want."

"Wynonna," Waverly whispers, a hand on her sister's arm and eyes watering.

"We built something good, baby girl." Wynonna sighs. "All of us. Together."

Nicole looks at Waverly and they have an entire conversation between them.

She gets up to stand in front of Wynonna. "We'll always fight by your side." She grabs the bottle as Wynonna tries to take another sip. "I'm sure we can figure something out."

Wynonna takes the bottle back and shrugs. "Whatever. Just... think about it. It's not like I'm charging you rent or anything."

Waverly goes in for a hug, but Wynona scurries away without closing the door.

"That was..." Nicole breathes out. "Unexpected."

Wynonna peaks her head on the door. "I'm dealing with a lot of shit." She drinks from her bottle and leaves again.

The kitchen is a mess of pans, pots, and seasonings.

Rachel points at the table. "I've made you breakfast. Doc said you both need a full stomach to start the day." She shrugs like she doesn't even care. "He also said he expects you for Best Cowboy duties in 30min."

Waverly claps and does a little jump. "What are we having?"

"Vegan chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled tofu, tea, and a green smoothie for you." She places on the table a procession of dishes. "Real eggs with bacon, a cappuccino, and french toast for Nicole because she doesn't need to suffer the indignity of eating vegan on her wedding day."

They take a seat. "It looks amazing." Nicole smiles. "Thank you, Rachel."

"Yeah." Rachel grunts, taking powdered sugar and finishing the pancakes. "I figured I was your best shot at eating something edible."

It tastes every bit as good as it looks.

Nicole pulls Waverly by the waist until they are flush against one another. "Good luck with the best ladies." She steals a kiss, and then another.

"Good luck with the Best Cowboy." Waverly smiles, coy, messing with the lapel of Nicole's jacket. "Don't do anything too crazy."

Nicole could kiss the daylights out of her. "Can't wait to see you in a wedding dress."

"Oh, you're going to love it." Waverly's voice drops two octaves too low and Nicole shivers. "Later, gator." She pushes Nicole out the door and enters the house giggling.

Nicole looks around the front yard filled with people coming and going. Doc arrives from a distance.

She jumps when Mercedes screeches, further terrorizing the catering crew. "Unacceptable! Don't you people know how to fold a cloth napkin properly?"

She demonstrates three times and makes them prepare and place each one to perfection. A young boy tires and folds the wrong way.

Mercedes hisses. "I will kill you and your whole family."

The boy gets it right the second time.

Nicole mouths an apologetic "She doesn't mean it," even though she knows Mercedes does very much mean it.

Doc arrives, thankfully. "Let me take you away from the madness, Sheriff." He opens Charlene's door for Nicole.

"Not a moment too soon." Nicole jumps in.

Nedley, clean-shaven and dressed in a handsome wool suit, is waiting for them at Shorty's. "I took the liberty of getting the first round started." He points to the drinks on the counter.

"You know how to please a man," Doc sighs and takes his hat off, downing his whiskey in one gulp.

If that man isn't Wynonna's soulmate, no one is.

"How are you feeling?" Nedley helps Nicole out of her coat. "Getting the jitters?"

"Not really." Nicole walks with him towards the booze. "I wish the wedding started already. I can't wait."

"Young love." Nedley gives her a knowing smile. "Just a couple more hours, darling."

Nicole smiles back and grabs her drink.

The phone rings across the room.

Nicole rushes to it. "Is everything okay?"

"No demon, Sheriff." Wynonna scoffs. "With Peacemaker and Rosita, we're more than covered. Your girl, however, is having a little freak-out."

Waverly can be heard in the background. "I am perfectly reasonable!"

"Could you tell your woman you still want to marry her?"

Nicole bites back a smile. "Sure."

A moment later: "Hi, sweetie."

"I heard my best girl is having a little freakout."

"Am not."

Nicole can hear the adorable pout in her voice. "I can't wait to be married to your beautiful face, you know." She hums. "Watching you walk down the aisle. Having that ring on your finger."

Waverly sniffs. "Really?"

She overhears Wynonna's fake puking and Waverly's whispered "stop it".

"Mhmm. Celebrating with our family. Carrying you inside the bedroom and having my way with my wife."

Waverly sighs. "It feels so good when you say that."

"Wife. Partner. Love of my life." Nicole's voice is pure honey. "My wife, and no one else's."

Waverly purrs. "I can't wait, too. I bet you look so sharp."

Nicole smiles because she does: brown pants and vest, crisp white shirt, hair down in delicate waves. "I bet you look drop-dead gorgeous."

"Can we get married already?"

"Just one more hour, baby."

No trace of chaos and confusion when Nicole arrives:

Decoration in place, flowers everywhere, ginormous ice swan, blue sky smiling at her.

Jeremy greets them in a dark grey suit, earpiece still in place. "Welcome to your wedding, Nicole."

Arms locked with Doc, she smiles and allows Jeremy to lead them.

The guests stand up — the whole town, in their best Sunday attire.

Doc's firm hand over hers keeps hers from trembling. "One foot in front of the other. That's all there is to it."

The music begins: it’s Ella and Louis' Tenderly.

They walk slow and sure, locking eyes with the crowd as they pass.

The altar they made themselves over two laborious weeks looks perfect.

Nicole takes her place, Doc right behind her.

Heart thumping, mouth dry, she has no idea how much time passes before the music changes to Cheek to Cheek.

Waverly and Wynonna appear, arm in arm.

Waverly waves with a nervous smile, and they lock eyes. This is it.

Yes, Louis, her heart beats so she can hardly speak.

Her dress is so pretty. She's everything Nicole has ever dreamed of.

She dries a stubborn tear or two, breath caught.

Wynonna clears her throat. "Make an honest woman out of my sister, will you?" They take their time in their hug; this time it's not awkward. "I will skin you alive if you do anything to her and I will enjoy it."

"Noted." Nicole chuckles, squeezing Wynonna one last time before stepping back.

She offers a hand to Waverly, who takes it to climb the one step to stand in front of Nicole. "Gorgeous," she mouthes.

Waverly's brown eyes sparkle. "You're here."

She takes Waverly's hands. "I am."

Nedley begins his speech. He talks about union, love, and dedication. All Nicole sees is how Waverly's hair catches the light, the smell of lavender and honey, and the cool autumn breeze against her skin.

The silence falls thick, the air pregnant with expectation.

"Nicole, you turned me inside out since I first met you. Thank God Shorty didn't fix that tap." She gives a bright smile, squeezing Nicole's hand. "I never thought someone so generous, so loving, could exist, and yet here you are, standing in front of me. You give me more than I could ever hope to get out of this life. You see me." She makes a long pause. "I love every part of you. I promise you everything I am."

"Waverly..." She takes a deep breath. "You have the most kind, beautiful soul I have ever met. I'd be crazy if I didn't fall for you, if I didn't fight for us. Every time you look at me, my heart flutters with how much love I carry for you in my whole body." Her voice trembles. "I'll follow you wherever you go. I'll choose you, again and again, and again, as long as you'll have me. You are my destiny."

She slides the ring on Waverly's finger with trembling hands.

Waverly draws a sharp breath before taking the other ring and doing the same.

Nedley declares them officially married.

"Finally," Nicole sighs. She pulls Waverly close, turning and bending her backward before giving her a deep kiss.

The crowd cheers, fireworks exploding in the sky.

The food looks amazing, but Nicole wouldn't know.

It's a flurry of movement: greeting guests, shaking hands, Jeremy taking hundreds of photos.

Wynonna grabs the microphone and announces: "Let's get this party started!"

Rachel presses play and I Put a Spell on You comes on.

With a mischievous look, Waverly rips her dress to reveal a cooler, shorter dress underneath.

Nicole takes off her vest, throws it on Wynonna's face, and opens three buttons on her white shirt.

Waverly takes a few steps back, hips moving to the beat and finger calling Nicole forward.

She pretends to be busy rolling her sleeves up, eyes never leaving her wife.

Shoulders moving, steps in quick succession, Nicole follows. They circle each other, smiles broad and malicious.

One, two, three slow steps. Nicole pulls Waverly flush against her.

Waverly pushes her away and turns, only to be pulled back again.

That perfect ass grinds against Nicole, hand reaching to the back of her neck, "Just wait until I'm alone with you," she whispers in Waverly's ear and feels her shiver.

She grabs the hand on her neck and uses it to turn Waverly back to her again, bodies moving together in perfect sync.

"When you do," Waverly tells her, hungry eyes and lips parted, "you'll find I'm not wearing any panties."

Nicole almost misses a step.

The party roars, booze flowing. Rachel's impeccable setlist keeps everyone high, horny, and in the mood.

Soaked in whiskey and sweat, Nicole dances with her wife. A hand holds her glass up, a firm palm spread on Waverly's lower back, hips moving together.

She's everything Nicole can see, smell, feel.

Foreheads together, Waverly mouths the music against Nicole's lips, breaths mingling. Arms around Nicole's neck, she leans back, exposing that sexy neck and a dirty smile.

Nicole wastes no time kissing her pulse point, teasing with her teeth. Waverly grabs her hair, pulling her closer, whimpering.

"Baby," Nicole soothes the skin with her tongue. "I need to have you."

She gets a breathy moan. "And how are we going to make that happen?"

In the middle of her haze, Nicole assesses their surroundings. The house is filled with people to the brim, the front yard is full of people making out...

The music thumps on, muffled in the background.

Waverly jumps on Nicole, who promptly grabs her thighs and pushes her against the barn door. "My wife," she groans over and over again between kisses, biting Waverly's lower lip.

Waverly wraps her legs even tighter around Nicole's waist, grabbing her hair. "Baby, please." They moan in each other's mouths when their tongues meet, and it's not enough. "I need you three fingers deep, right now."

Nicole grunts, throbbing with want, taking Waverly to a pile of hay and settling on top of her. "Anything my girl wants," she pulls the dress down to kiss those perfect breasts, "she will get it." Her mouth latches on a nipple, sucking and biting and pulling just how Waverly likes it.

Waverly whines, nails sinking on Nicole's back. She spreads her legs further, so willing, dress riding up her thighs.

"You're so wet." Nicole sighs, running a slow finger through Waverly's folds. "Is that all for me?"

Waverly gasps and pulls Nicole closer. "All for you, baby. Just for you."

Nicole can't deny her any longer, two fingers slipping inside.

"Yes yes yes-", Waverly moans, hips canting when Nicole picks up the pace. "More, baby, more."

Gasping for air, Nicole adds a third finger. "So good," she mumbles, "So tight." Her voice strained, watching Waverly biting her lower lip in pure bliss.

She gets faster, rougher, taking it almost all out before thrusting inside again, feeling her wife pulsing around her fingers.

"You fuck me so good, baby," Waverly gasps, holding on to Nicole's shirt for dear life. "Only you," she moans, again and again.

"All mine." Nicole curls her fingers, hard kisses on Waverly's neck, as her wife gets even tighter, wetter, more desperate.

Waves comes with a sharp cry, tears falling, back arching.

Nicole stays inside her, kissing her earlobe softly as she whimpers.

"So good." Waverly kisses her lazy and slow, whimpering when Nicole takes her fingers away. "So good." She sighs, taking Nicole's hands and dutifully licking her fingers.

Nicole groans when Waverly starts sucking. "Don't make me fuck you again."

Waverly smiles. "Counting on that, baby."

Nicole leans in for another kiss.

Wynonna barges into the barn with a big, big smile. "Told you so!"

Waverly and Nicole scramble to cover themselves, behind some wooden boxes.

"Couldn't get past midnight, could you lovebirds?" She wiggles her eyebrows before leaving. "Pay up, losers!"

"Man, couldn't they wait another hour?" She hears Rosita. "I was counting on the money."

"Tell me about it. Could have been one hour earlier." Is that Doc? "Take it."

Nicole rolls her eyes, a grin on the corner of her mouth.

Waverly bumps shoulders with Nicole. "That's the life you chose." She starts getting dressed.

Nicole watches, everything else fading to the background. "It's the life I chose," she agrees, admiring the lean back of her wife and how her tousled hair moves.

Waverly reads her eyes and giggles, offering her hand. "C'mon, there's a whole party waiting for us."

Nicole closes the buttons on her shirt and lets Waverly pull her up.

She cups her wife's face for a long moment, basking in how she leans into the touch and closes her eyes.

Waverly wraps her arms around her, their breaths in sync.

#wynonna earp #waverly x nicole #wayhaught #nicole haught #fanfic: a family wedding #smut #they can't keep their hands off each other #i will give my babies everything they deserve #you can't stop me

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inkla-kirisame · 4 years

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If someone was flirting with you

Context: you and your partner were having a couple time but they go for something, when they turned around, they saw a womanizer flirting with you, they also had a little revenge against them

Warnings: revenge (mostly nuclear, supernova and black hole) and language

Side note: I wanted to add Lisa, the Gunnhildr sisters, Am-, I mean, Fischl, but I didn’t have any idea of how to make them, I also wanted to add Beidou, I guess there will be a second part. Also, it not a Yandere headcanon, just jealousy and warth

Diluc

Oh, the irony....

He might have fire vision but he can and will treat that person so coldly that it could bring Snezhnaya to a second (or third) age of ice

Even Kaeya is scared of this, and knows very well not to flirt with his brother’s partner or else he would be dead

“Hold my grape juice”

He goes for something he saved for this time

The poor guy literally when to hell that day

Turns out, Diluc himself served him his strongest wine with a little surprise (read as: laxatives, some poison for rats and who knows what)

The cost of this was that (Y/N) didn’t talk to him for a long period

Extra: the guy might lost some value things that night and things that didn’t belong to him were there, he also got a visit from the Knights of favonius... by an anonymous report

Razor

Between the persons you don’t want to piss, is him, he might look sweet but with his family (or pack) he goes ballistic, with his partner is worse

When he saw someone flitting with... oh boy, he was seeing CRISMON

The next thing you know is that Razor is punching this guy in his face, not caring if he is going to kill that guy

You managed to turn him away from him, he immediately went from berserk wolf mode to worried puppy mode

You thanked him but also scolded him from that

The wolfs always haunted him when being in the forest

Venti

He was mad but managed to control himself

“(Y/N), dear, I’m so happy to see you” he said trying to hold his anger... but he was boiling inside

“A bard? Is this your fucking boyfriend?” The guy maniacally laughed “he looks like a girl!!!” Venti was about to shut him up but you were faster than him

Long story short: you broke his nose and went home with Venti

He might be the god of freedom, but this wasn’t free from his warth

The next day, his whole house ended up in the ocean and all his money ended up with the fatui as “a gift to the Tsaritsa, from B.”

The guy was loaded with moras and hated the fatui like most people, he only knew that his money and jewelry ended with them because he saw them talking about the mysterious donator

“Oh, my, did you find it out so quickly? My bad”

He turned around and saw the Anemo Archon, Barbatos, before him, but now that he looked close to him... he was that bard with the girl/boy he tried to bang

Yep, you fuck up, buddy

Every time he saw you or Venti, he would tremble and see you like the Stormterror was going to eat him

He might not be someone who enjoys the misfortune of others, but damn, Venti enjoyed every time he saw that guy trembling, knowing that he learned his lesson

Xiao

NEVER flirt with the girl of a guy that lived so many years and still look young because he is a deity (or semi), that is known to kill thing that can destroy a whole city, that lost almost all of his friends and/or family and that his girlfriend is so precious to him

But some people... aren’t that smart...

He saw you and this guy who was eating almond tofu, YOUR HOMEMADE ALMOND TOFU, but that wasn’t the worst, he was trying to kiss you and flirt with you IN FRONT OF HIS FACE

There was one thing he was happy about this and it was that you defended yourself and tried to push him away, telling him that you have a partner and you were happy with him, it prove to him that you were so loyal to him despite being ausent, he was going to repaid it to you later

He appeared behind you and put one around your shoulder and said “get away from my partner, now”

He obviously made his life miserable, lost his home, money, family and other things, the guy almost sore that a man with a demon mask always saw him and that he was smiling

Weeks later, you both encountered the guy pleading for money

Xiao asked you to go with Xiangling to talk and when he get there they could eat in the restaurant

He only did this because he wanted to tease this guy and he did... by greeting him and when he asked him what he wanted he simply said

“Oh, nothing... just simply see how your life when down thanks to me” the cherry on the top was that he put his mask on and disappear in the air

He told everyone that you were the partner of a demon that was going to kill everyone but one believed him because he was a liar and cheater

Ningguang

Oh, boy, why people does try to flirt with the partner of more powerful people

This moron, whom I presume has a very low IQ, decided to try to bang you.... THE FREAKING PARTNER OF THE NINGGUANG, THE LIUYE QIXING WITH THE TITLE OF TIANQUAN, THE OWNER OF THE JADE CHAMBER AND ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE ON TEYVAT...

You get the idea

This dude really wished dead....

She was going to surprise you and instead she find this moron in the spot

Like Xiao, grateful that you are loyal to her despite not spending to much time together

But, oh boy, she was fuming...

She obviously use her power to make a nuclear revenge that would affect his life FOREVER

And she was watching this from first row but never seen

He lost everything and crawling to her in hopes to get an opportunity

When he entered towards her office, she was properly making out with you just to make him realize he really mess up

He was now in a boat to another nation in hopes of having a new life

But her warth will NEVER leave him. Period

Kaeya

Diluc literally saw him fuming and simply said “I’m going to keep away the good glasses”

Kaeya simply waited for an opportunity and then... throw a bottle of wine to a person... Kaeya was behind this guy but managed to not be seen

After this other guy began to fight this Romeo, Kaeya took you by the wrist and bring you outside, but, oh boi, he hasn’t finished

He went to see this guy’s files, and guess... he was in red numbers.... and he had only one chance before going to prison

He has a shit eating grin in his face, he was going to enjoy this

The next morning he went to Diluc’s winery

Everything was a mess, thankfully, the wines and most of the glasses managed to be safe

He informed Diluc that he can press charges against him and he will go to jail...

The red haired man thought of it, that man was already in his black list so yeah, he accepted but wanted to be in first row while doing this

They enjoyed him being escorted (by force) to jail

He reminded everyone that you were his partner and if they thought that they could flirt with you, they will be dead meat

Ironically, he is the one flirting with others (with the excuse to get some information)

Still, no homemade wine for Kaeya for a good while

Zhongli

He is a true poem

He’s mad, but also heartbroken

That’s until he heard you trying to get this weirdo away from you

He’s now is angry

He punched the guy in his face and pulled you away from him

But he wasn’t finished

He probably will do some research in the shadows...

And destroy this person’s life from there

IF Zhongli turns out being Rex Lapis... this guy will definitely will be better dead that alive

He might go chat with old friends to get some ideas on how to get his revenge

All the Adepti think it was irrespect towards him (despite being in a disguise) and offered him very good ideas

He disguised himself as a young woman and seduced him (he felt nasty doing this but he will teach him a lesson) and just coincidentally, this guy’s spouse arrived

He was kicked out of his house and his children hated him

Next was him destroying his career

He made everything posible to make his job impossible

The guy was fired and his ex place of work warned everyone about him, there’s no way he was gonna be in a job again... and if he did, he will just make his stay a hell

But oh no, he wasn’t finished, this was merely the beginning

After many attempts to destroy his life this guy arrived at his door, pleading for help

He said he was going to think about it until you arrived

You were astonished to see them and so do they but the guy’s face is a mix of fear and anger, while yours clearly showed fear

He shout at him, telling Zhongli that he is in danger, that because he was trying to have talk with her and she didn’t wanted, she cursed him and public humiliated him

“Public humiliated?” “That’s right! I told everyone but that snake made herself the victim when I tried to confronted her”

Oh boy, he did just and more wood to the fire

He told you to go to your room and he’ll be with you in a minute

“I’m afraid you confused the situation... my dear (Y/N) wasn’t the one who did that to you... she can’t even hurt a fly” (but you were an traveler and you definitely could defeat many things) “in fact... I know the one who did that to you” “and who is it?”

“Myself” he didn’t care if he blew up his cover, he was doing this for you, and also he didn’t have nothing to loose, he had a bad reputation and nobody in their right mind would believe him

The guy told everyone that Zhongli was Rex Lapis but nobody believed him, he was the mad of Liyue and when trying to prove himself, he ended up killed by a Ruin Hunter

Childe

God... he is pissed... VERY PISSED

He punched the guy in his mouth, you could sore that some of his teeth when flying away

He doesn’t care if he has troubles with the locals or the fatui... or worse... Signiora....

He won’t allow ANYONE to do that

And guys, word of advice

Never flirt with one of Eleven Harbinger Fatui’s partner

Childe got into a fight with the guy

Childe won but not without bruises

The guy in the other hand... didn’t have so much luck...

He probably needed a plastic surgery

When you and Childe returned home (not with the Fatui), you immediately treated his wounds

Childe’s subordinates weren’t happy about this

This guy was in their black list now

From what they knew the guy ended up dead in the forest

Childe give them a great dinner at your house, you were the one who cook most of the dishes but Childe helped you

The best meal they had and a reminder of why they let you be Childe’s partner

Sucrose

Sucrose, our sweet and shy Sucrose... is crying

She thinks you are cheating her with this man/girl

You immediately hug her and telling her that she was flirting with you

This person still tries to bang you but you get upset and you immediately go away with her

Her suspicious of cheating are out of line after Amber told her what happened

She DID flirt with you but you refused, stating that you already have a girlfriend who you love

They weren’t happy with that response

And the rest you already know it

Oh, boi.... if you thought Rosy (my nickname for Sucrose) was a saint... she wasn’t going to let this one go...

Other tip for you, never piss an alchemist...

She managed to give her mercury

Not in person but she somehow managed to do that

Every alchemist in Monstrad was investigated but later on it was decided that this person decided to end they life

If you ask, Rosy had an alibi and many people could tell she was telling the truth, besides, she wouldn’t hurt a fly

Unless that fly becomes more than just a pebble in her shoes

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shushmal · 4 years

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“I’ll do it for you.”

Twenty-Five

“So, are you ready for that interview?” Katsuki asks, setting a plate in front of Izuku.

He fully expects the long, pained groan and the thud of Izuku’s head on the table. Katsuki just starts into his tofu, waiting out the dramatics.

“Could you kill me instead?”

“Hell no, I’m not getting murder put on my record.”

Izuku lifts his head, pouting. “That’s the only reason?”

“Training Totaru to shit in the toilet will be annoying, so we should probably keep you alive until then.”

“Is that the only reason you keep me around? Changing the litter box?”

“The one and only,” Katsuki says, seriously. “Now eat your food, you ungrateful freeloader.”

“I pay half of everything!” Izuku cries, his face scrunched up indignation. He sets in on his dinner regardless, praising Katsuki’s cooking like he does every night and Katsuki yells at him for talking with his mouth full like he does every night. It sounds like it should be boring, the times Izuku’s not sitting at their table, happily eating anything and everything Katsuki cooks, feels like a waste of a day where he could have been there.

Izuku hates all media interviews. He just doesn’t do well in front of the large cameras, the blinding lights, and the too-fake, too-professional smiles that every interviewer plasters on as soon as they start filming. He just doesn’t sync up with it the way Momo and Eijirou can.

Katsuki hates them too, but only because it’s a waste of time.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Izuku admits, smiling when Katsuki piles his plate with more food. “I haven’t managed to get through one interview successfully without the crew needing to edit it heavily. And this one is live.”

“You’ll be fine,” Katsuki says with a shrug.

And that might not be true exactly. Katsuki lives with the knowledge that one day Izuku is just going to blurt his entire back story out on live television, and nothing short of blowing up the stage will save him.

Izuku deflates a little, like he knows exactly what he’s thinking. “I guess.”

For a moment, Katsuki chews a little aggressively, considering his options. He could put on an emergency call to Izuku right before he’s set to go on, and then he’d have no choice but to answer. Katsuki could probably get him running through the city for a few good hours before Izuku would figure out Katsuki had faked it.

But then Izuku would frown at him, and feel guilty, and apologize to the interviewer and offer her another evening to do the interview.

“Fine,” Katsuki sighs. “I’ll do it for you.”

“You will?!” Izuku says, sitting up. “Wait, no— You can’t! They’re expecting Deku!”

“And they’ll be happy to get me instead, since I never do interviews,” Katsuki snaps, nearly biting through his chopsticks. “Shut up and be grateful.”

Izuku’s eyes actually soften, and his head tilts a little to the side, and his mouth relaxes into that smile that Katsuki can never get enough of because it feels like Izuku sees him. Sometimes it feels like Izuku is the only one that sees him.

“I’m always grateful for Kacchan,” he says, dead serious, and Katsuki’s face scrunches up in a scowl. “You take such good care of me.”

“Shut up, asshole,” Katsuki snaps, standing quickly and snatching Izuku’s plate from him.

“Wait, I wasn’t done!”

“Sucks for you!”

Izuku only manages to snatch his last bite off his plate before Katsuki dumps it in the disposal, snickering when Katsuki rolls his eyes. Together they clean the dishes, shoulders bumping as Izuku hands everything over for Katsuki to dry. It’s their every night routine, the two of them quiet as they work, the television low in the background. They’ve only been living together for a little over a year, settling into this new life together, and though it should feel old already, Katsuki revels in the familiarity. He loves the chaos of his job, but the structure of home is comforting.

“Hey,” Izuku says after a long moment. “What if— It’s just as suggestion, so, you know, you can say no, I won’t mind—”

“Deku.”

“Why don’t we do the interview together?”

Katsuki pauses on the last plate in his hand.

“I know,” Izuku starts up again. “That we’ve never made any real plans. We just kind of talked around it, but I… I started looking into it.”

“You did?” Katsuki asks sharply.

Izuku’s shoulders hunch up around his ears. “Yeah, I mean, we’ll need to start saving up now, you know? But there’s space in this district. And we’d be in the middle of the city, which is good. We’ll start small, like we always said, you know?”

Setting the last plate on the rack to finish drying, Katsuki aimlessly wipes his hands on the already too-damp towel as he thinks. It’s something they talk about late in the night sometimes, or crowded around their friends at some sticky table in a bar. It had never been in Katsuki’s plans before. He’d always planned to break away from the agency when he’d learned all he needed and it got boring. Then he’d go solo and rise to the top with a freelance career, without all the hassle and rules that everyone else has to deal with.

But, now there’s Izuku.

“I know it’s not what you imagined,” Izuku is saying, voice going soft. When Katsuki looks at him, he smiles. “You don’t have to decide now.”

Katsuki hums, and snaps the end of the towel at Izuku’s ass, grinning when he squawks.

“Go take a bath asshole, you’re stinky.”

“Not as stinky as you, jerk!”

“Hey, I smell amazing!”

“Ugh, tell it to your socks.”

“Oi!” Katsuki snaps and grabs Izuku before he can flee, putting him in a headlock. “You take that shit back, that’s slander dickbag.”

“Nooo,” Izuku wails, laughing. “Mercy, mercy, stinky pits.”

“DIE!” Katsuki snarls, wrestling Izuku to the floor. They go rolling out of the kitchen, Izuku giggling as they go until Katsuki has him pinned on his stomach, with his arms behind his back. Quickly, he leans down and nips at the back of Izuku’s neck, tasting day old sweat on his skin and grinning when Izuku shrieks. “Who’s stinky now?”

“It’s me, it’s me,” Izuku sighs, laughter petering off. He gladly takes Katsuki’s hand when he stands and offers it to him, yanking him to his feet.

Katsuki doesn’t let go, and pulls him towards the bathroom, intent on a shower and a soak on a tub. He’s glad they pay a little extra for one big enough to fit the two of them.

“If you’re serious,” he grumbles, stripping out of his shirt and throwing it in the hamper. “Then, it’d be good.”

“What was that, Kacchan?” Izuku asks, distracted with the tangles in his hair.

“If you’re serious, about starting an agency,” Katsuki says again, a little louder. Izuku immediately turns to look at him, hope in his eyes that makes Katsuki want to squirm. “Then it’d be good to start doing some interviews together.”

“Kacchan!”

“Don’t cry.”

Izuku just grins, eyes a little watery. And Katsuki knows this routine too, and just sighs, opening his arms up so Izuku can crash into him, squeezing him tight and burying his face into Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki squeezes him back just as hard.

#bkdk #bakudeku #izukatsu #my fic #100 ways #WOW and update WILD

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spaceskam · 4 years

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Psst. Would you write something where Alex has a really bad day at work and Forrest comes over and takes care of him? Alex protests but Forrest insists and cooks for him and runs him a bath. With some heavy flirting while he uses a loofah lol. Thanks Alyssa!!!!

(okay so it’s a LITTLE different than you asked, but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed!)(also I've tried to add a read more like 7 times and it won't work I'm sorry)

Forrest❤️️: are you home love?

Alex’s thumbs hovered over the keyboard as he stared at the text. The night before they’d agreed that they would get someone to eat after Alex got off work, but that was before his day had gone to shit.

He woke up with his leg too swollen to fit in his prosthetic which meant he had to bring crutches to the base until it went down enough that he could put it on because “you sit behind a desk anyway, Captain”. Then it seemed to be followed by a never-ending stream of just people getting on his nerves, bringing him shit that he already had copies of, sending him memos like they were in an office building, showing off the base to new recruits like it was summer camp, and everyone in the building seemed to be walking with 50lb boots and speaking with bullhorns that distracted him from getting any work done. It was all stuff that he was used to but had chosen today to be annoying.

Alex: raincheck?

Alex: I won’t be good company tonight

Alex barely had time to put his phone away before it lit up again.

Forrest❤️️: will you be mad at me if I came over anyway?

Forrest❤️️: i’ll make you food

Forrest❤️️: tuck you in and read you a bedtime story

Forrest❤️️: I’ll perform an entire John Mulaney routine from memory (radio city bb)

Alex found himself smiling and he shook his head, typing an agreement. He’d made a promise to himself that when this whole thing with Forrest started he was going to really try to make it work. Be honest and open, let himself be vulnerable to get hurt by someone fucking normal. Or, better, not hurt at all. So far there was no pain.

Well, not connected to him. They were good. Alex by himself, on the other hand... Well, he was trying. He felt very grown-up for admitting he wasn’t in a good headspace to go out, but he felt even more grown-up for accepting company when he felt that way. It was a fine line to walk, though, he just couldn’t tip it over into being horrible towards him when he was being nice.

Forrest came barreling into his house in a suspiciously quick fashion, the fact that he was clearly already almost there when he texted Alex in the first place went unspoken. He had a cloth bag of groceries hanging from the crook of his arm, looking something out of a movie.

“No wonder you're in a shitty mood,” Forrest said, walking by him as loud as everyone else had been that day and dropping a kiss to the top of his head. Alex tried not to be affected by the noise even if it made him on edge. “You’re still in that stupid uniform.”

“It’s supposed to a prideful thing.”

“Anarchy, love,” Forrest said instead of an actual response, pushing his hair out of the way and pressing another kiss to his forehead. Alex closed his eyes at the sensation, taking a deep breath. “You gonna be okay while I go cook?”

“Yeah,” Alex said, looking up at him as he stayed leaning over the back of the couch to comb his hair with his fingers. It took a few seconds of him trying to find the right words, but he remembered he was trying to be adult and communicate. “If you’re cooking, um, could you maybe try to be a little quiet? I don’t wanna make you feel bad or anything, it’s just been...”

“A bad brain day,” Forrest filled in and Alex nodded. He gave him another kiss on the face. “I got you.”

Forrest kissed his temple once more and then he took off his shoes. Alex barely heard him, aside from the soft cracks that his ankles made when he walked, as he went into the kitchen.

With a heavy sigh and knowing he wanted to play his part in making himself feel better, he sat up straight and shrugged off the bulky jacket. Then he removed his belt and felt a little bit better. His heart still felt heavy though, that ever present feeling of being three seconds away from crying sitting comfortably in his stomach. He’d gotten quite used to the feeling, but, on days like this, it was palpable.

His legs were heavy, but he slowly bent over to untie his boots. Frustration overwhelmed him when it took more effort than he was willing to give and he closed his eyes tight, taking deep breaths. He just needed to get through his not-quite-a-date with Forrest and then he could go to sleep. He’d be better the next morning.

He was still bent over trying to work up the courage to take off his shoe when Forrest slid back into the room on his multi-colored socks. Alex could feel each vertebra in his spine as he sat up, trying not took look pathetic. Forrest just smiled and sat down beside him, one large low bowl in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

“It’s spaghetti with tofu instead of beef. I think it’s technically tofu bolognese, but I hate saying that word so spaghetti with tofu,” he said with a fond smile, “We can share.”

Alex rested back into his couch, staring at him with an almost sad look that he couldn’t seem to wipe away. How come no matter how much he tried to be good for him, Forrest was still way too good to him?

“Hey, stop it,” Forrest told him, leaning over to put the things in his hands on the coffee table before scooting closer, “Stop looking at me like you’re already preparing for me to leave. I’m not going anywhere, you’re just stuck with me.”

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” Alex argued, but he knew that was a lie. He was sad and he did feel unworthy. Still, Forrest leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips that lingered until Alex felt more at ease.

“Eat, you’ll feel better,” Forrest told him against his lips, pulling away enough to grab the bowl again.

Forrest sat close and they shared. Alex could’ve cried at the careful way he made sure not to eat too loud or scrape his fork against the bottom of the bowl. It was so stupid, but those noises could make him so angry when he felt like this. It wasn’t fair to Forrest and yet he didn’t even seem to mind.

“You wanna tell me about your day?” Forrest asked once he was done. Alex took over the bowl, using the fork to pick out the chunks of tofu once he got tired of the noodles.

“Not really,” Alex sighed. He closed his eyes and breathed a steady breath as he tried to ignore any sense of guilt. But a hand pushed through his hair.

“Okay, you don’t have to,” Forrest said, “What do you need though?”

“What?” Alex asked, voice sharper than it should be. He felt like a body full of pins and needles, yet Forrest didn’t even flinch.

“What do you need? Cuddling? Sex? Me to go? A bath? Talk to me, tell me what I can do,” he urged. But the problem was Alex had never actually been asked that before, never been asked what he needed. He didn’t know. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” Alex answered softly. Forrest nodded and leaned in for another kiss, pulling away all slow.

“I’ll run you a bath and we’ll see if that helps then we’ll know for next time,” he said, getting up and making his way down the hall towards the bathroom. Alex stared in that direction, feeling kind of dumbfounded as he tried to piece together what was going on.

With a sigh, Alex decided to just go along with it. He downed the rest of the wine glass and then dragged himself to his feet. His stump ached in his prosthetic and his other leg felt overworked and he just wanted to go the fuck to sleep, but Forrest seemed determined to try, so Alex would at least meet him halfway.

He put the bowl and the glass in the sink, filling them both with water before starting to drag himself back into the living room. Forrest came back in at the same time, giving him a warm smile.

“Let me help,” Forrest said, gesturing towards the couch. Alex eyed him and wondered if he understood that he probably wasn’t going to be able to get back up if he sat down again. “I got you, love, sit down.”

Alex did as he said. Forrest knelt in front of him and starting taking off his heavy boots, not seeming bothered at all. Guilt burned in Alex’s bloodstream and he wanted to tell him to stop doing all of this, but he stayed silent. He’d learned pretty quickly that all of this was Forrest just trying to baby him for no reason. The guilt just needed to be pushed to the side.

Forrest pulled off the sock from his foot and tucked it in his boot before standing up and holding his hands out for him. Alex reluctantly grabbed them and Forrest helped him to his feet, rewarding him with a kiss that lingered.

“C’mon,” Forrest whispered against his lips, tugging on his hands a little as he put more space between them. Alex was helpless to do anything but follow him down the hall to the bathroom.

He’d started running a bubble bath in his relatively large tub and had lit the one candle Alex had in his house to try to set the mood. Alex huffed a laugh and shook his head, trying not to feel too weird as Forrest turned to him with a proud little smile.

“Lift up your arms,” he urged, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it up and over Alex’s head. Alex leaned forward a bit after that, their foreheads meeting in the middle as Forrest’s hands went to undo the buttons of his pants. He pushed him to the floor and Alex swallowed, staring into his eyes as his thumbs hooked into his boxers and shoved them down as well.

“No shame,” Alex commented.

“With you? Never.”

It was all fine until Forrest had him sit down on his stool and got on his knees to remove his prosthetic. That was when it quickly went from endearing to embarrassing.

“Stop,” Alex said. Forrest froze and looked up to him, waiting for his direction. “I’ll do it.”

He nodded understandingly and untangled his pants and his boxers from both his feet before getting back up and letting Alex do the rest himself. Alex silently thanked him as he busied himself with checked the water instead of staring. Once the prosthetic was off and the sleeve was placed on the sink, Alex pushed himself to his foot.

“You want help?” Forrest asked innocently. Alex shot him a look that was probably a lot meaner than he intended, but Forrest just held up his hands and got out of his way. All that did was make Alex feel worse.

Still, he was trying to go along with it. He grabbed onto the bars installed by his tub and sat down on the edge before turning to put his leg in the water. After that, he braced both arms on the sides of the tub and lowered himself. Then he leaned forward to shut off the water before the bubbles go so high they’d be a choking hazard. When he looked over to Forrest, he saw him safely putting his prosthetic outside of the bathroom so it didn’t risk getting wet.

Alex sighed, shaking his head and looking down at the bubbles. He didn’t deserve someone so nice. He was far too ungrateful for all of this. He put so much thought and effort into making Alex feel better and he still wasn’t relaxed.

“Love,” Forrest called, smiling as he sat on the edge of the tub still fully clothed. Alex just stared at him and waited for whatever was supposed to happen next. Then he cupped water in his hands and poured it over Alex’s head.

“Okay,” Alex said, trying to laugh but it felt like there wasn’t enough room in his chest. Forrest entertained it anyway, cocking his head to the side. “This is embarrassing.”

“How is it embarrassing?”

“I-I know you like babying me and stuff,” Alex said, trying his best to word it without being offensive, “But it makes me uncomfortable. It’s not that you make me uncomfortable, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do and it kinda reminds me of when I had to stay with my brother before I got fitted for my prosthetic and he literally treated me like I was helpless. I don’t like feeling helpless.”

“Toxic masculinity,” Forrest shot back. Alex raised an eyebrow at him and he shook his head. “It’s okay to be taken care of sometimes. I’m not trying to make you feel less than, I’m trying to make you feel pampered.” Alex snorted and rolled his eyes. “Look, I know you were raised in a strict ass military home and no one ever, like, babied you without making you feel bad about it, but I’m not your brother. I want to baby you. I know that you’re extremely capable of taking care of yourself, but sometimes it’s okay to pass the reigns, you know?”

“And I appreciate that,” Alex said honestly, “I really do, but... It’s just too much, okay? Like I genuinely feel uncomfortable.”

Forrest stared at him for a minute and a lot of that confidence he’d been carrying since he’d walked in faded from his eyes. Instead, concern filled it’s place. It sufficiently made Alex feel even more like shit.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I’ll leave and you can–”

“Forrest,” Alex sighed, reaching for his hand, “Compromise?”

“How?”

“Get in with me,” Alex suggested, tugging on his hand a little, “Be my equal, not my caretaker.”

“That’ll make you feel better?” Forrest clarified. Alex nodded. His shirt was off before he could finish nodding.

Alex let out a soft laugh as Forrest scrambled to strip as fast as he could. He made space for him in the tub and Forrest carefully sat across from him. It took a second, but they got comfortable and both leaned back a little as their legs overlapped and intertwined.

Finally, Alex was able to relax.

“I just thought about how much you probably sweat today and I’m now just bathing in your sweat,” Forrest whispered into the quietness. Alex huffed a laugh, nudging him slightly. “Don’t worry, you’re still hot.”

After a little while of just relaxing with each other, Forrest was able to coax him to turn his back to him so he could wash his hair. Alex admittedly liked that and basked in it. He did have full intention to return the favor, but by the time Forrest was combing conditioner through his hair and pressing kisses to his shoulder, he found himself forgetting all about it and relaxing against him completely.

“See? All relaxed,” Forrest hummed, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his throat.

“You tryin’ to get me to get up and leave?” Alex asked. Forrest tightened his arms around him, holding him in place.

“No,” he said, kissing him again before using the water to slowly comb the conditioner out, “No, stay right here.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Alex promised. He didn’t say that all of his muscles felt like jelly and he really didn’t think he was capable of going anywhere, but that wasn’t important.

“Now we know how to get you to calm down next time,” Forrest said, voice still soft as he continued to kiss on him, “Baby you, but in a sexually charged way so you still feel like a man.” Alex’s lips split into a smile and he shook his head.

“You’re such an ass.”

“That’s why you like me.”

“Mm, I don’t know about that,” Alex said, shifting just enough to get his lips on some part of his skin. It landed on his chin. “I like you because you’re kind to me even when I’m being bitchy. No one’s ever really done that.”

“Yeah, well,” Forrest breathed, craning his neck until his lips hovered over Alex’s, “When you’re feeling good, it makes up for every ounce of accidental bitchiness and more.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Alex tilted his head back to meet his lips in a kiss, reaching his arm around to hold onto the back of his head. It should’ve been awkward, should’ve been an uncomfortable angle, but Alex felt more at ease than he had all day. Forrest’s palm pressed against his lower stomach, holding him close and firm.

It was strange. That was the first time Forrest’s ever really put any umph into touching him. He was always so soft and careful and Alex liked that, but that subtle touch that was a little rougher and little stronger broke open a door in his mind that he’d forgotten he’d boarded up. When exactly was the last time he’d gotten anything even a little rough? When was the last time he’d asked to be manhandled and got it?

Maybe that’s what they both needed. Forrest would be getting him to stop playing angry, masculine soldier; Alex would get that old itch scratched.

“Hey,” Alex whispered against his lips, “Wanna know what’ll really calm me down?”

“What?” Forrest asked.

And Alex told him. And Forrest happily agreed.

And Alex finally let go of that tension he’d been holding in all day.

#forlex #forlex fic #forrest long #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic #prompts

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Wave 3 Howleen Wolf Diary

On the 20th of July

Clawd got to go away to football camp, Clawdeen got to go to Gloom Beach with Draculaura and Frankie on the Stein family vacation, and I have to stay at home this summer cause my parents think I’ve got some “growing up to do.” It is so not scare! I’m just as mature as Clawd and Clawdeen. I hardly ever chew anything I’m not supposed to anymore, Clawdeen says I don’t take showers but that’s not true - I just don’t take them as long as she does! I don’t think age has anything to do with being mature either cause I have this friend who is a gargoyle and she’s like way older than me - okay well it’s not like gargoyles count their birthdays the same way as werewolves do but she is totally not mature. I mean she likes a new boy like almost every day and most of them are not even that cute. I would never do that - you know not like a boy if he wasn’t cute cause I would so like a boy who was sweet and nice to me even if he wasn’t totally creepy cute. I can keep secrets too which my other who’s a banshee can’t do. If you tell her something she like screams it out at the top of her lungs. Even Clawdeen totally treats me like I’m still a little cub. Not only did she take all of her most creepy cool clothes with her to Gloom Beach but she also put a lock and chain on her closet. Whatever... I’m going to sleep in her bed and eat all the snacks she left in her mini-fridge. Then I’m going to let every monster know how miserable I am by not talking for the rest of the summer. Yeah, that’ll really show mom and dad how mature I am.

On the 25th of July

Ode to Cushion

Cushion is my hedgehog. She is sharp and poky. Cushion eats worms. My sister thinks eating worms is gross. My sister has to leave the room when I feed Cushion. Would you like another worm? Good Cushion. The End.

On the 30th of July

Some days I wish I had a remote control that let me change the channel on my style - cause right now I feel like I’m totally stuck watching the same lame... lol that rhymed... show over and over. When we were cubs, Clawdeen and I could watch the same episode of a TV show over and over and never get bored. I can still quote entire shows by heart and sometimes just saying a random line like, “Well, it’s certainly uncontaminated by cheese,” can make us laugh til we howl if I say it at the right time. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the remote control. I’d love to change the channel on the show my hair is starring in, because I really hate how it ends. Oh well, hopefully dying it orange to go with my favorite color of blue will make it easier to watch. Now I just have to decide do I turn up the volume to 10 by combining stripes and plaids or maybe I’ll mix a jean vest, knee socks and hiking boots with one of Clawdeen’s haunt couture skirts and make it go to 11.

On the 1st of August

Clawdeen came home today and she actually gave me a hug when she saw me. I guess I kind of missed her a little, or maybe a lot, too. She is my big sis after all, even if she is a pain in the fang sometimes.

On the 18th of August

I was in a boo funk this morning and I must have sighed one to many times cause Mom told me if I was going to mope around the house and get in her way then I either had to grab a broom and help her clean or go mope somewhere else. I think “mope” is a funny word... it sounds like it could be a character in a cub’s book... “There once was a mope who wouldn’t use soap and though its mom begged it always said, “Nope.” So I took my mope and went to the Maul. I didn’t really have enough money to buy anything cool but I went anyway. Going to the Maul always makes Clawdeen happy doesn’t matter if she’s by herself or in a group. It only makes me happy if I’m hanging out there with my friends - who were all doing something else today. I saw Heath Burns and Deuce haunting out butt I only said “Hi”. Deuce is cool but Heath is... Heath. Clawdeen says Heath’s like a stray puppy; “If you feed him anything he’ll follow you home.” So I kept on walking and didn’t stop to talk. I looked through a few shops and was going to head home when I walked by the music store and heard some monster playing a guitar. It sounded pretty clawsome and I just had to go in and check it out. What was even more clawsome was that it was a ghoul who was playing. I was totally staring at her... lame I know, but honest to claw it was like some kind of magic spell... okay it was still lame to stare. Then she turned around and caught me staring. I thought she was going to be mad but instead she waved me over. I found out that her name is Operetta and that she is going to be starting at Monster High in the fall. Her hair is redder than mine and she’s got this creepy cool beauty mark on the left side of her face that goes all the way down her arm. She also has this accent that’s a total howl. I asked if she would teach me how to play but she said “No.” I was disappointed but she explained that she loved playing and singing more than anything and if I took lessons from her she would expect me to love it just as much as she did. She told me that she didn’t think I was at that place yet but she did show me a few cords and I picked up what she taught pretty quick. I did sign up for a week of free lessons at the music store and who knows, maybe it’ll be something that I really love doing and not just because it makes me stand out from the other monsters I know.

On the 21st of August

At soccer practice today a ghoul who played on a werewolf cup team came and played a practice game with us. She was really creepy cool and a scary good player. She was so good that I was only able to steal the ball from her a couple of times during the game. After practice was over our coach asked her to talk to the team and give us some pointers. When she was done talking and the team was leaving, she and the coach called me over. I thought I must have done something wrong but she just wanted to tell me that I had a of talent and could be a really great player if I kept working hard. Then my coach told me that I was already a better soccer player than Clawdeen was at my age. I don’t think my feet touched the ground all the way home. No monster has ever told me that I was better than my sister at anything. Well, technically my parents are always telling me that I’m the best at being who I am and that Clawdeen could never beat me at being me but that’s totally different. Anyway, I was planning on telling the story to the whole family over dinner just so I could see the look on Clawdeen’s face but somehow it didn’t feel right to do that so I kept it to myself. When dinner was over, Clawdeen and me had to clean up and right in the middle of doing dishes she told me that she ran into coach at the Maul. Then she said, “He told me he thinks you could be a better player than me if you keep working hard.” The next thing I thought she was going to say was something like, “Over my cold dead spikes.” Only that’s not what she said at all. Instead she kind of smiled and said, “Well duh, tell me something I didn’t know.” I must have looked like a wolf caught in the moonlight cause then she said, “What?” “It’s not like he said you had a sense of fashion or anything.” Then I squirted her with the sink sprayer, which started a massive water fight. Clawd came in right in the middle to try and “alpha” us into stopping. It worked. We stopped attacking each other and started soaking him. It took us an extra hour to mop up, but it was so much fun, I don’t know what could have happened to make Clawdeen change so much over one summer.

On the 31st of August

I love our family cookouts. It’s one of my favorite things we do in the summer because all of my older brothers and sisters who’ve moved out, and have their own families now, show up with all of my nieces and nephews. There are cubs running everywhere, kisses and hugs, laughing and crying and sometimes you have to yell just to be heard. It’s crazy chaotic and a howling good time! The food is amazing too and there’s lots and lots of it. Draculaura usually comes over too which might seem strange that a vampire would come to a werewolf gathering but she’s such a part of the family that when she doesn’t show up to one of our cookouts everyone is bummed she’s not there. My dad even leaves part of the grill open for her tofu hotdogs, which aren’t bada if you put enough batchup, monstard and onions on them to disguise the taste of the tofu =). We also have a monster softball game in the open field behind our house. This year we played until it was almost dark, and the stars were just coming out; then they started coming down! We all ran to the house and grabbed blankets and sleeping bags and ran back out and just lay there watching them fall. You’re supposed to be able to make wishes on falling stars and they’ll come true, but there were so many falling that I ran out of wishes for real things and started wishing for silly things. I hope wishing that ice scream would appear every time I snap my fingers doesn’t cancel out my wish for perfectly straight hair. Oh well, it’s probably not likely either wish would ever come true but it was fun to hang out on a perfect night and pretend someday they might. Hee hee another rhyme.

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