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"Mmm... What time is it- Okay...That's not good... Random girl on my chest... Great... Fuck me... How much did I drink last night? Mm... Alright... Hey hun... You awake? C'mon, it's morning, we should clean you u- H-holy shit... You gotta be kidding me... Hey hey hey... Don't you go freaking out on me... What do you mean? I'm just as confused as you are... Well, excuse me... This is my bed... My room... For all we know... Youuuu could have followed me in here and had your way with me... Don't play that card... Men can get touched too... Wow... Really? Who would sleep with me? You! Apparently..."

To catch you all up on this sudden predicament, my roommate and I made plans to spend a night out in the city. A little drinking to ease the stress of the week. One thing led to another and after a couple of brain-numbing shots, everything went hazy. From the looks of it, neither of us had any memories of that night. Days would pass without a word. I mean to wake up with your roommate balls deep inside of you? I don't blame her for reacting the way she did. Surprisingly, we went about our day as usual. There really was nothing to write home about. However, the tension during dinner time was unbearable. I didn't necessarily hate her or anything. It was more of our dynamic. We'd bicker and tease each other back and forth. Then we'd have our occasional pranks. But now, I couldn't even look at her in the eye. The short moments of eye contact would bring me back to her squeezing down on me. Even the sight of her lips would send me into shock hearing her squirm as I pulled out. Fuck. What if it was me? What if I did force myself on her? The guilt was eating at me. And I couldn't even fathom a proper way of apologizing to her. The fucked up thing is the amount of times I've masturbated to that mome-

"H-hm? Sorry I was kind of blanking out... What were you saying? No no... What? I should be the one apologizing... This whole thing could have been avoided if I didn't drink so much... I mean... What if I did do something? You're right... I'm overreacting... Sorry... I just didn't wanna make it all... weird... you know... Both of our faults, huh? Alright alright, I can work with that... Bright side? And what's that? The fact we fucked each other... True... I guess it was better than that fuck boy hitting you up all night... Ain't that right, baby girl? Hahahah! Sooooo you're not mad at me? Good cause I couldn't fucking eat... Hey... I was embarrassed too... But since we're good... We can move past this... I can finally stomach this foo- Sorry what?"

There it was again. That uneasy feeling. My jaw had dropped at the presentation of her proposal. Completely caught off guard from her shy disposition. After knowing her for years, it felt like I barely knew her. I mean she was the type of girl that would blush at the mention of a crush. So to utter such words was completely out of character. I'm sure she was just pulling my leg. Trying to get a reaction out of me. She insisted that there would be days when our "lust" would get the best of us. And that this little arrangement didn't have to end. She then offered me full reign on using her as long as we were in the apartment. To further justify her proposal, she claimed that it was better than fucking some random in a bar. She said all this while never once looking at me. I was not completely opposed to the idea. Just bewildered. She was hot. Believe me. If it were any other guy they would literally jump at the opportunity. But surely, she was just pulling my leg.

"Hahaha... You're joking... This is a test, right? So you can call me a fucking perv... Hahah very funny... You almost got me... Hey... What're you-"

On her knees, she carefully navigated around my sweatpants. Pulling out my throbbing member into the scene. There soft kisses met at every inch of me. Her supple tongue rubbing along the back of my head exacerbated my already breathy moans. The warmth of her mouth enveloped the entirety of me causing my eyes to roll back. Even after steeling myself, her teasing had already stopped, waiting patiently around my cock. Literally forcing my hand, urging me to act if I wanted even a crumb of pleasure. A battle of morality that I was sure to lose. Gently my hands cupped around her face, framing her perfectly before bobbing her relentlessly downward. Spit and tears would soon follow. The gentle touch that I once had quickly crumbled and devolved into such an animalistic instinct to fuck and release. My hand now decorated around a fistful of her hair. A pattern of forcing her down even deeper into me before fucking her mouth with shallow strokes. In my euphoric haze, I had no intention of savoring her lips. And in moments, I was quickly brought to the edge. She kicked and squirmed. Painfully gripping down onto my thighs. Nails digging into me as the cum hit the back of her throat. My body jerked and convulsed; leaving me to lean back into my chair. Exhausted. Without a word, she quickly got up and made her way to her room. I was confused. Was it all just a little prank that gone wrong? A little tease that went too far. That uneasy feeling made its way back into me. Feeling that all the progress had reset once more.

"H-hey... Where are you- Fuck..."

The following day, I would hear little shuffles coming from the living room. In a rush, I got myself out of bed to catch her. But she was already halfway out the door before I could even greet her. Unable to speak of yesterday's happenings. I would then spend the rest of the day cleaning off the apartment. Anything to keep my mind off of our current situation. There was no point in dwelling on something I couldn't fix at the moment. Before I knew it, time would pass. After taking my place on the couch, it was just about time for dinner. What to eat? Dinner. Dinner. Dinner? My mind would soon flood once again with yesterday's events. The rush of blood made it difficult to focus. In the heat of the moment, I thought it'd be wise to deal with it before she arrived home. Stroking myself without regard to being caught. Reminiscing the feeling of the back of her throat. I was lost in it. So much so that I didn't quite hear the unlocking of the front door. The hue of red painted across her face due to my exhibition. The relentless rhythm of slick precum echoed throughout the room. She stood there silently watching my frustration and discomfort; before finally gathering the courage to call out to me.

"Fuck... Mmph... Huh? O-oh shit! H-Heyyy youuuu... Uhm... And how... long have you been standing there? No way... Really...? Sorry about that... I'm just a little... uhm... pent up... is all... I didn't think you'd be home so soon... I see... Sorry what? Does it hurt? Nooo, just a little uncomfortable... but never mind that... Since you're here... I really think we should talk about yesterda-"

Without warning, it was then she offered up her services once more. Her shaky fingers slowly unbuttoning her worktop. To the drop of her pencil skirt that hugged her waist so perfectly. Revealing her lacy black bra and stockings before placing herself atop the seat across me. Her eyes peering behind her disheveled hair; fixated on a corner of the room to avoid my gaze. The slow march of her fingers, tracing along the center line of her panties. Teasingly putting on a show. Only for her actions to backfire. Maybe to her realization, it was more than showing off her body. She was being watched so intensely by someone she knew. It was embarrassing. Sure. But even so, her slender fingers continued to press along her cunt with more fervor. Spreading herself ever so often as if she was showing me the spot that needed attention the most. Such a lecherous display. Without thought, I found myself standing in front of her. With how little she seemed, it was like a little animal backed against a corner. Trembling. My hand pushing her back against the couch. I leaned in close pressing my entire weight. My cock now throbbing eagerly against her cunt. And the subtle buck of her hips that answered back in response. It was then all reason would be completely thrown out the window.

"Fuck... There you go... teasing me again... What's wrong? You're shaking... Look... See? You did this... so it's only natural... that you fix it, right?"

The tear of stockings. Panties gently pushed to the side. Entering ever so slowly into her depths. Her eyes begin to flicker and roll. An insatiable throb making it all the worse. Never truly easing up despite the time that has passed. And in turn, my patience wearing thin. Slow, yet gentle movements take place causing her to pull tightly on my shirt. Pulling me closer into her embrace; digging her canines right into my shoulder. The sudden sensation causing me to jerk deeper into her. Stifled moans leaking through pierced flesh. Her bite reduced to a slobbering nibble. Despite her pleads, her reactions only brought out the worst in me. Thrusting into her as if my life depended on it. There her legs were propped onto my shoulders. Forcing myself deeper into her. Slamming down. My hands coiled around her pretty little neck. Watching her eyes shoot up as the stimulation reaches its peak. My body failing to support me leading me to slump over her with ragged breaths. A pale liquid now dripping down her holes. Both too cum-brained and tired to actually function. I laid by her side silently, stroking her hair, before inevitably falling asleep. Later, I found myself still on the couch and her nowhere to be seen.

"Mmm... Fuckkkk me... I really have to stop thinking with my dick..."

Having not eaten anything the night before, I would find myself wondering off to the kitchen. The aroma of eggs and bacon soon filled the room. A scent that would make any person's mouth water. There my roommate stood, humming quietly to herself, who was just about done cooking. She sported the same lacey-black panties; paired with an apron whilst still being topless. My caveman brain doing its best to process the sight in front of me. Only for my other head to do all the thinking. I was no better than animal. An alluring doll figure that tempted me so. Breakfast became the last thing on my mind. Eager to ease my dilemma, I positioned myself between her supple thighs. She insisted on eating first, but soon her moans would overtake her logic. Grinding away on her thighs, slightly pressed against her cunt.

"Morning... Sorry I know I know... Breakfast sounds good... and we should totally eat... But after I'm done I promise... Just keep those thighs pressed... Alright?"

And so she pressed. Her thick thighs surround my member. Her cunt slicked with juices dripping down her thigh making it all the easier to fuck her with. My mind gradually slipping from me. Her arm twisted behind her, serving as my handle to further my aggressive motion. Within a matter of minutes, my composure had crumbled. Hunched over her; moaning against the back of her neck. The climax drawing near as the tip jabbed roughly against her cunt. Causing me to release an unholy amount. Once again tainting her poor panties. After cleaning ourselves up, we went on to eat the breakfast she had prepared. Making small talk proved to be difficult as her mind was elsewhere.

"Uhm... Thanks for making breakfast today... I- uhhh really like the way you made the eggs... I can't handle overcooked eggs... Haha... Soooo... Do you have any plans today? No... O-oh okay..."

It would seem that our little situation would only get more and more awkward as time progressed. Talks would be less frequent. Yet our time together never quite dwindled. I happen to catch her at the most unfortunate of times. Sweat dripping down her breasts on a sultry day. Eating and licking a popsicle on some random afternoon. Or even bent over searching for something underneath her bed. All events leading me to fuck her senseless. It had gotten to the point where I would often just pull her to the side, if need be, to satiate my own selfish desires. Even relaxing on the couch would be a trigger to pull her up on my lap before making out with her. Our tongues welcoming one another. Breathy moans, subtle whimpers filling my mouth. Her arms wrapped around my head to position herself into a deeper kiss. My cock throbbing impatiently against the opening. Pushing her down completely to take the full length. A shrill moan escapes her mouth. Having her rock her hips despite her sensitivity. Brought to tears by the stimulation. The buck of her hips as I toy relentlessly with her clit. Her body shuddered. Yet another load fucked into her. My hips pushing back up to plug it all in. She laid against me worn out and weak. Tears running down as she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Dude? You're crying? W-what's wrong? Am I being too rough? Fuck... I'm sorry... I-It's okay... Let it out... I'm here... Just relax and breathe... I gotchu... Not going anywhere..."

Sweet nothings cooed into her ear. Finger tips moving through silky hair. Tracing along her back. Before running up once again, diving deep underneath her locks to scritch and scrotch the roots. Having her melt under my gentle hand. Effortlessly her consciousness begins to dwindle. With her eyes closed, I kissed her forehead, wishing her sweet dreams. Holding her closely throughout the night just as I promised. Not leaving her side. The feeling of dread and guilt seeping into me. Going a bit too far with my desires. Having it take a toll on her. I had to change.

"Ohh heyyy morning sleepy head! C'mon what you waiting for? I made pancakes! Get them while they're still hot... So blueberry syrup or strawberry... We also have Nutella... Did you sleep good? Yeah? Oop- Sorry just let me... Yeah, you have a little schmuck on your face... Prolly cause you were drooling in your sleep... Yeah, it's a lot... I know how much you love them... I don't know... I just wanted make you a little something to thank you... After last night it must've been a lot for you... So I promise I'll stop... I never wanted to make you cry... Ah no... Shush... No need to explain... I made my decision and I take full responsibility... You just sit there and eat your pancakes... Alright? Me? I'm gonna go for a run real quick... I'll see you later!"

As much as I enjoyed living that fantasy, it wasn't worth hurting her. We went about our days as usual any time we could. When she would start to get nervous, I would often take some time away. Her eyes would begin to drift. Or her thighs would begin to clench. Little tells. The poor thing was probably still traumatized. I could only imagine. She probably felt unsafe; thinking I would pounce at her at any moment. The lecherous eyes that once analyzed every inch of her body. Now being completely docile. It is a bit sketchy. But no more. I made a promise to myself. Above all, she was my friend. I planned to restore our friendship as much as I could. And to repent, I refrained from any of my usual pervy activities. A bit troublesome at first. But keeping myself busy usually did the trick. I mean you can't cum if your dead tired at the end of the day!

"Oh? You're home! Was just about to watch a movie... Care to join me? I have popcorn... Hahaha did the popcorn seal the deal? Yeah? Right right... You know... Been a while since we hung out... Ready?"

It went about normally as you'd expect. We made our little jokes, reminisced of old memories, and even poked fun at each other. It was like the past few weeks were a blur. I was happy.

"Probably 7/10... In all honesty I was bit focused on you yapping than the movie... So my rating can be a bit skewed... Not my fault that you're more interesting... You wanna watch another? Still a bit early for us to go to bed... Yeah? Sweet... Let me pick a random one... Hm? Yeah its a bit chilly... I have blanket on me if you wanna use it... No it's fine... Really... Cuddle? Uhm... If you want to... Yeah yeah... I'm comfortable... Hahaha... Here... Best seat in the house..."

Taking place in between my lap, the scent of shampoo filled my head. My huge frame towering over her delicate figure. There she sat awaiting a response, but communication failing me. The movie played yet my mind fixated on tearing this little lamb to shreds. I could push her into couch while I filled her ass to the brim. Have her jerk me off with her leaky cunt. Or even watch her cry and beg as she worships my cock with her throat. And how easily said tasks could be done. Her scolding bringing me back to my senses. Ass pressed against me causing me to groan in pain.

"H-hahahah I-I'm alright... I just.... I'm not... I'm not feeling too well... No no I-It's fine really... I should head on to bed... Get some sleep and I'll be good as new... Thanks for the movie..."

Rushing over to my room, I quickly occupied my desk trying to find something to do. If I could just touch myself I would actually have some solution to this unending throb. Every game was on maintenance. Each friend too busy. And the internet far too slow to stream anything decent. The littlest of things agitated me and I was at my wit's end. A knock at the door resounded into my room. I wanted to chuck my chair at the door.

"Now's not the best time! Can we talk about it tomorrow? And you're in my room... Great... What do you wan-"

There she stood in an oversized band tee; inching towards me. My nails digging into my seat inhubiting all the carnal urge to pin her against the wall. The pacing of my breath irregular and my heart pounding. To my realization, not a single word was said to me after she entered my room. Confused. I took a moment to peer at her face, but not a single thought existed behind those eyes. That overly sized shirt slowly creeping up above her waist. Revealing herself bare and needy.

"U-uhm... D-dude... I think you're forgetting to wear something... H-hey hey hey... What're you-"

This time I was the one cornered; unable to get up from my seat for it would only escalate the situation. Both of her hands planted on my thigh, thoroughly grinding her bare cunt along it. A moist trail tracked along my sweats. Never did she break her teary gaze, pleasuring herself to the rough texture. With how eager she started off, it was suprising to see her slow down. Her movements begin to jitter and shake. A slow lag became apparent. She sat there fidgeting with slow motions. Resisting her own climax.

"And who told you stop? C'mon... If you don't keep rocking those hips... I'll have to do it for you... Understood? Now move... That's a good girl.... Hey hey hey... My eyes are up here... It's rude to look at something else when I'm talking to you... Mhm mhm... You're doing such a good job... Fucking yourself for me... Oh? Is someone close? No? Then why are we slowing down? Keep... moving... Excuse me? "Please" isn't going help you here... You either cum or you don't... You have complete control over it... So tell me... If you wanted to cum so badly... Why'd you stop? C'mon spit it out... Walking in here... Grinding your filthy little cunt against me... Oh? I get it now... You want my permission... That's it, isn't it? All this mess for my approval... God you're such fucking perv... You know what? If you want it so bad... Why don't you take it..?"

It wasn't exactly an easy task to outright pull your roommate's dick out and fuck yourself on it. On the other hand, I was enjoying her reactions. A little hesitant at first, but she managed to pull my cock out. Her hand gently stroking along my member. Something she's grown familiar with these past few weeks. Her ass pressed against the tip of my cock. Guiding it along her slit to position it just right for the opening. Even with all that eager grinding, we found it difficult slide in completely. Hopping off my lap, she quickly got to her knees. Her soft tongue placed on the back of the tip. Her breath hit me causing me to twitch against her mouth. Drool slowly soaking the entire length. Her lips close giving it one final kiss before trying once more.

"Not so fast... Why don't you turn around... Welllll I wanna watch you enjoy yourself, of course... if you're going to be using me then I should at least be able to watch... I mean I'm not some toy you can just hop on for a bit... Unless that's the way you look at me... Right right... No no... I believe you..."

Timidly she crawled onto my lap, hovering over me, still completely anxious of what's to come. Deep breaths fill her chest before easing herself into my lap. Reaching into her depths, her head knocked back from the pleasure. Taking but a moment to claim herself again. Having been fucked all this time, she wasn't quite used to taking charge. She was scared. Yet never once did that stop her. Watching her sloppily shake her hips on my lap. Putting on her best performance. That insatiable throb coming back once again. Making us both moan. My hands grabbed her anxious hips giving way to a more gentle motion. Teaching her but the proper way. Not needing to rush nor having to please me but herself. Despite my provocation, this actually was for her. I found that it would be easier to use me if she saw how much I was enjoying it too. Watching her cunt continuously consume me. And even if I wanted to stay cool, I just couldn't.

"A-ahahaha... Mmm... Mmmpphh... Uhm... C-can you s-slow down a bit..? F-fuck... I r-really... Ughhh.... Mmm.... I-I really can't.... D-dude.... I m-might cum soon... S-slow down will you... Aaa..."

I was close. God, was I fucking close. A sick and twisted smile plastered over my face. Feeling fear. That once small and harmless animal now cornering me. It's ironic. So much so you can't help but just watch. This little thing was riding me like it was her job. Seeing as how I've become a complete mess under her guidance. Her movements became more erratic. Fucking herself on my cock. Getting off on more than just the pleasure, but by my reactions. Milking more and more of those tasteful sounds. Her cunt bouncing on the tip. The final straw. A violent string of orgasms causing me to moan into her mouth. Weeks of not being able to cum, now taking a toll on me. I sat back in defeat. Before I could even say another word, her lips were already locked around mine. Soft kisses meet at my lips. Not another single word was said between us that night. There was no uneasy feeling. Or guilt. I was happy. And she looked pretty damn happy too.

"Morning sleepy... Why so red? You only fucked my brains out and made out with me for half the night... Shut up? Or what? Gonna ride me again? Hahahahah... Oh nooo I'm so scared... Are you sure you don't remember who fucked who that night? I'm starting to think it was you... Ow ow ow okay okay... Hahahaha... So ready for round two? Ow ow okay... Jeez... Breakfast? Cool cool... I didn't hear no though so.... H-hey hey relax-"

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vay99 · 1 year

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Mikey x reader

You are-?!

Anime/Manga: Tokyo revengers

"Okay what's up?" Draken asks his friend, hw has had enough of Mikeys behavior.

"What do you mean?"

"You're attending school. Like a normal kid. For a whole month now? How did that happen?"

"Just thought that education might be useful." the shorter one shrugs his shoulders.

"Bullshit." he doesn't believe a word he says, noticing that Mikeys attention has switched to a (h/c) girl passing them in the school hall. "She's the reason ain't she?"

"We have sports together and she's sooooo badass."

"Ask her to join Toman if you like her that much."

"I would love that." he keeps his eyes on you the whole time, smiling.

"Our Mikey is head over heals~"

*Loads of teasing later*

Mikeys favorite subject has finally arrived. PE. Oh and you're playing baseball. But you're on different teams which upset Mikey quite a bit.

Standing at the second base you're waiting for the ball to get hit, which it was a few seconds later... quite unlucky. The ball hit you right on the left eyebrow, causing it to bleed immediately. And Mikey to panic. He wants to send that guy to hell that hit the ball so badly but also want to help you. He's half frozen and half on fire.

"Someone needs to help (y/n) get to the infirmary." the teacher says, your class gathering around you.

"No worries, it's just a cut, I need a plaster and that's it." you wave it off but your teacher doesn't allow it, she wants you to get checked up.

"I'll take her." Mikey yells once he reached you. His anger taken replaced by worrying as he walks you to the infirmary, keeping a close eye on you.

"Thanks but this isn't necessary." you chuckle once you've reached your destination.

"Have you seen your wound!?"

"I've done kickboxing for years, I'm used to such injuries." you wave I off, being greeted by a nurse.

"That doesn't mean that you don't feel pain or are invincible." his eyebrows furrow whole he stares at the ground.

"You're right but after some injuries you know what you can handle."

The nurse tells Mikey to wait outside while she treats your wound.

"Will she be okay again?" he jumps up after a few minutes, still overreacting.

"It's just a cut, her head got hit at a fast speed though so she should take it slowly for the rest of the day."

"I'm relieved to hear that, I'll drive you home." Mikey offers to you.

"You've got a good boyfriend right there, take good care of each other." the nurse leaves you two alone, equally confused.

"Boyfriend?" you say in unison, both pointing at Mikey.

"Thanks for the offer, you're a great boyfriend." stressing the last word you start walking towards his bike while Mikey hides his blush behind his hair.

"Here we are." you announce after a short ride, taking off the helmet.

"Are you sure you're alright?" the concern in his voice and his furrowed brows are the softest expression you've ever witnessed on his face.

"Yes, and thanks Mikey, I appreciate your help." you smile at him "If you want to you can come in and eat something."

"How could I say no to you or food?" he smiles, following you. "Why does this house look so familiar?"

Mikey assists you while cooking ramen, he never cooked before but he tries his best. He was very confused when he saw the uncooked noodles "What are those?" and was highly embarrassed when you started laughing. It turned out really delicious.

"I should learn how to cook."

"I can help you with that."

"Really?" his eyes sparkle with joy as you nod and take another bite.

"I'm home!" a voice interrupts, coming from the front door.

"Hey Keisuke!" you great the boy walking in.

"Oh, Mikey what are you doing here?" Baji asks his friend who's currently busy connecting the dots.

"Wait?"

"Yep." you two say in union. "We're siblings."

After staying silent for two minutes he finally speaks up again. "Should've guessed you're both hella pretty."

"Yeah I hear that a lot." you roll your eyes.

"People swooning over your brother?"

"I can't tell how often girls tell me 'Your brother is so hot, he's such a daddyyyyy'. Like, girl. He can't even look straight into a girl's eyes without panicking. Also stop thirsting over my brother what the hell is wrong with you."

While Mikey dies laughing. "Sounds like Baji." Baji is mad and confused at the same time.

"They see him beat someone up and fall immediately, how weird are they?"

/I fell for you because you did the same, so I won't say that, noted./ Mikey thinks to himself while he calms down a bit.

"If girls really say that how come I'm still single?"

"You can't talk to a girl without becoming a freaking mess. Get your shit together." you clap your hands at the last sentence while Baji grumbles to himself.

"Why are you here anyways." he refers to Mikey, ignoring your comment.

"(y/n) got hit by a baseball and I drove her home."

"Oh, I see." Baji nods, you both get into fight in a regular basis so a wound is no shocker for him. Then there's Mikey.

"Are you dizzy? You're still alright?"

"Yes Mikey." you reassure him once more.

"Our Mikey is worried?" Baji immediately catches on. "Have fun I'll just grab some snacks and leave you two alone."

"So you think Kei is hot?" you ask after your brother left the house.

"Huh???"

"Just asking if you want me to set you two up~"

/Wrong sibling/ Mikey thinks to himself as he follows you into the kitchen with the dishes. "I'm not into Baji."

"Which one?"

Took him a minute to get what you're hinting at.

"Keisuke."

"Ah, so you're into me."

"How did this conversation lead us to this point!?"

"Well the nurse called you my boyfriend, I like the sound of that." you answer honestly, placing the bowl in the dishwasher.

"You do?"

"Yeah. Do you?"

"I nearly died out of worry for you after you got hit by that ball. And I fully died after being called your boyfriend SO YES!" red ears and puffed cheeks turn Mikey into the most adorable person you know.

"Please don't." you wrap your arms around his neck, resting sour forehead against his. "It'd break my heart if you'd die. What can I call you instead of boyfriend, so you don't die?"

"I don't know." he mumbles quietly, one hand slowly holding onto your shirt.

"Babe? Future husband? Cutie? Love?"

"You're killing me with all of these." Mikey whines, hiding his face in your neck.

"Mikey?"

"Mhm?"

"Can I call you mine?"

"(y/nnnn)."

"Okay okay Mikey it is then." you giggle, kissing his temple.

"You're unfair, I should take care of you."

"I'm not stopping you."

Still slightly flustered he carries you bridal style into your bedroom so you can rest, doctors orders, and Mikeys heart can recover from the roller-coaster it has been threw. Cuddling up in your bed you're the first one to drift off to sleep, happier then ever.

Bonus:

*A few days later*

Mikey wanted to see how strong you are by himself. And damn you're enjoying how that went, his joy... well...

"The invincible Mikey, laying underneath me, I could get used to that~"

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Do you need some type of reward to get serious?" you tease him, while he struggles to escape your grip.

"I AM SERIOUSLY FIGHTING YOU! YOU'RE JUST TOO DAMN STRONG!"

"Adorable~" you continue, still fixing him to the ground.

"I'm not adorable."

"Yes you are~" you peck his lips which cause his face to erupt in a bright red. "See? Adorable~"

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chiharuhashibira · 1 year

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Here we go with our Part 5 finally ^^

I am thinking if I'll make a Part 6 of 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 or no, but it depends on y'all loves and my magic plot bunnies.💓 In this chappy, I want to resolve one of Y/N's concern, sooooo this might all be about that, but I promise it'll be sweeter.

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𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

<𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive

"Here's your coffee..."

It has been a few days since you reconciled with Sanemi. It has also been a few days since you agreed to go out with him. Yes, this hot math teacher is now your boyfriend, and you adore him so much.

But despite this, both of you decided to hide it from the school for now. It's not that you're not proud of it. You just don't want the thought of other people invading your privacy. You are the total opposite of Mitsuri and Obanai, as the couple made it clear that they're together. Mostly, it's because Sanemi's friend is just too easy to get jealous of.

Oh well, Sanemi can easily be jealous, but both of you decided to keep it lowkey.

And yet, there are times that Sanemi can't keep his hands to himself. He would sneak kisses on your cheek when you were alone in the faculty room. He would even slip his hands under the table and entwine them with yours when he was sitting with you at lunch. Even if he acts harshly, he'll make sure to send you sweet text messages, which you never thought he'd do. He's too fluffy inside that facade.

Sanemi and you still haven't kissed on the lips. Surprisingly, the man easily gets flustered. Perhaps soon you will feel his lips, but perhaps it will happen if you initiate it.

You'll never know that Giyu is getting the hang of these. With the sudden closeness between you and Sanemi, your best friend knows that something is happening behind the curtains. But knowing your best friend, he's not the type of guy who'll intervene or ask too much, so he just lets you. And yes, Giyu is prepared to punch the hell out of Sanemi if he breaks your heart, despite the fact that he will not admit it. And the man will make sure that his scars double because of it.

You had this little mission in you to make your best friend and your boyfriend on good terms, but it seems like it isn't working. Giyu doesn't fight with Sanemi, but yes, the latter makes sure that the former hates him to the guts. There are times where Giyu will even ask you why Sanemi hates him so much, and even if you know the reason, you don't want to tell him, as your boyfriend might get madder at him.

"Thanks babe." You said this as Sanemi placed the coffee on your table. You were reading a history book while listening to your favourite song. Your boyfriend had decided that he would visit you for the first time, and that made you happy, so you let him. You want his company as much as you want to just cuddle with him, inhaling his minty scent.

Sanemi plopped down in the space beside you and draped his hands across your shoulders. "What are you reading, baby girl? I'm here already, yet you seem to still be busy."

Baby girl.You felt a tingle in your stomach as you heard this come out of Sanemi's mouth. You turned to look at him and placed your book on your lap. "Ooh, so the baby boy wants my attention?" You teased, pinching his cheeks, which made him roll his eyes.

"Stop calling me baby boy, babe. I can definitely put a baby inside of you now if I want to."

"What the heck!"

His words made you blush madly, so then you kicked him with your feet, which made him fall down the couch, laughing like crazy. Again, he is teasing you, which is somewhat amusing, but you are a little taken aback by his words.

"Idiot! I'm just kidding!" He said, massaging his butt as he stood up, still laughing from your reaction.

You were about to throw a pillow at him when, suddenly, your doorbell rang. Who might it be? As far as you know, it is Saturday, and no one has ever visited you before.

Unless it's... "Fuck it's Giyu." You muttered under your breath, which immediately made Sanemi look at you with a sudden annoyance plastered on his face. "The fuck? That asshole visits you?" He groaned and gave you an angry look that caused you to roll your eyes.

"Obviously, he is my best friend."

"Who cares? Just open the door!"

You sighed and walked towards the door. Yes. You know that Sanemi's jealous; that's why he started to throw a fit. Sanemi's somehow childish sometimes, and one of those moments is this one.

Ignoring your fuming boyfriend, you opened the door, and there Giyu stood, handing you a cake. "I bought this from Kamado-kun's bakery. It's your favourite." He says and that made you smile. "Thanks Tomioka-san. Why don't you come in?"

"WHAT IN THE HELL, Y/N?" Sanemi yelled from the living room when he heard you invite Giyu in.

The poor man blinked in surprise. His suspicion was confirmed. He had seen Sanemi's car parked near your house but decided to ignore it. But now it's all clear. "That's Shinazugawa-san's voice, right?" He asked you with his brotherly mode activated. "Uhhh... Tomioka-san—"

"Why are you here, Shinazugawa-san?"

Giyu entered the house, crossing his hands at Sanemi, who was sitting on your couch with a crossed leg.

"Why do you care? Tsk!" Sanemi blurted out, standing and crossing his arms at him as well.

"Uh guys..." You tried to intervene, but the two seemed to be in an intense staring contest. You can't deny that Sanemi looked so hot while glaring at Giyu, but of course, you pushed your thirsty thoughts away and went between them, raising your hands on their faces, which definitely shocked them.

"Hey idiots! Listen, okay? Please? Or I'll both kick you out of my house."

"What's happening then?" The two men asked in unison, and that made you sigh for the nth time.

You turned to look at Giyu, taking Sanemi's hand and holding it tight.

"Tomioka-san, Shinazugawa-san's my boyfriend."

"What? You hate me for that?"

Thirty minutes had passed, and the tension had faded. Thankfully. You never expected that in those thirty minutes, you could change the way your boyfriend looks at your best friend.

After you told Giyu that Sanemi was already your boyfriend, all his thoughts were confirmed. Even if he wanted to protect you that much, he also wants you to be happy, and Sanemi makes you happy right now, so he respects that.

Giyu went in front of Sanemi and bowed his head. "Please take care of my little sister. I know that she'll be in good hands when she's with you." He said that, claiming you as his little sister, which made you blush a bit. Sanemi blinked in confusion, telling Giyu to stop bowing to him. The ravenette man's remarks made your boyfriend blush as well.

And there, Giyu smiled at Sanemi for the first time. His kindest smile made all the coldness in Sanemi's heart melt. "Dude, stop grinning; that's spooky!" Your boyfriend said that, which made Giyu and you chuckle.

"Sanemi's just flustered at your cute smile, Tomioka-san."

"He surely is."

The teasing eventually became a conversation that finally led both men into this moment. Sanemi and you sat across from Giyu, with him slicing the cake for the three of you.

"Just to settle this, Tomioka, why on earth do you think you are different from us? I believe you're not fucking better than me."

Sanemi suddenly blurted out, seemingly curious about the reason behind the man's detachment. Giyu looked up at the man and blinked in confusion. "I never thought of that, Shinazugawa-san."

Sanemi gritted his teeth and slammed the table with his hands, which surprised you and Tomioka. "Why? Because you think I'm no good? The fuck, I'm gonna—"

"What? You hate me for that? You thought that I thought I was superior to you?"

Giyu sighed and crossed his arms. You patted Sanemi's back, trying to calm him down. Sanemi leaned back, crossing his legs again. No words came from his lips, and that gave you the chance to look at him. Even though he gets upset easily by things, he is still so adorable.

"I never thought of that. I even think all of you are a hundred times better than me; that's why I tend to say I don't belong there."

"Oh." Sanemi's tensed shoulder relaxed with his breathing. He looked at you, and you just gave him a smile, urging him to listen to Tomioka.

"Even back in high school. I saw how hardworking you are, so I always thought that you deserved to be noticed more. I wanted to be friends with you; I tried, but you hated me that much, so I just dealt with it."

You looked up at Sanemi and held his hand again. "That's why I always wondered why you all avoided Giyu so much. He's a great person. He acted as my brother when I lost my family in a car accident. He and Tsutako-sama took me in, and that's why I'm still in. But yeah, Giyu's not just a great talker, and I've been dealing with that all my life."

That's the first time that Sanemi heard about your family, and sadly, you've already lost them. Your lover looked at you with sadness in his eyes. Sanemi squeezed your hand and pulled you near him, giving you a warm side hug.

He wanted to know more about you, but one step at a time.

"Tomioka, look. I'm sorry, man. I misunderstood you." Sanemi let go of you, stood up, and bowed to your best friend. Tomioka blinked in shock once again but didn't do anything, as he doesn't know how to handle Sanemi at all.

"Shinazugawa-san, let's be friends."

You smiled at Giyu as he made your boyfriend blush, but the math teacher just hummed in agreement as he looked away, hiding his reddened face.

That day ended quickly, with Giyu leaving the both of you early and apologising for barging in and interrupting you. And yes, Sanemi was nicer to him. He'll still throw some curses and insults, but not like before.

And you watched them like a proud mother as Sanemi sent Giyu out the door, shaking his hand for the first time.

Sanemi went beside you after that, and both of you just decided to watch a movie together.

But yes, the night came, and you woke up on Sanemi's shoulder. He was staring at you, which made you blush hard.

"Baby, what's the matter?" You said, rubbing your eyes as you tried to compose yourself from the adorable sight in front of you.

"I love you." Sanemi muttered, and in a blink of an eye,you felt a warm but soft sensation on your lips. Realising that Sanemi had kissed you, your heart started to beat faster than before, and you felt like the heat on your body was quickly rising up.

Letting your emotions go, you wrapped your hands around Sanemi's neck, deepening the kiss that made the man chuckle as he slowly ran his tongue on your lips, asking for entrance.

Fuck, he's a great kisser.

You parted your lips a bit, and Sanemi took that as the chance to explore your mouth, your tongues fighting for dominance as his hands slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you over his lap.

Drunk with passion, Sanemi pulled out for a breath, ironically taking your breath away with how flushed his look is. The man slowly came near you and whispered in your ear.

"How about I really put something inside you now? I think you'll love it, baby girl."

Shivers crawled across your skin as you heard those coming from his lips with his super-sexy voice. Sanemi placed his hands on your face, looking at you with eyes glistening with a mixture of passion and lust.

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"What do you think, Y/N, baby?"

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

𝒀𝒐𝒖! 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌? 𝒀𝒆𝒔? 𝒀𝒆𝒔? 𝑯𝑨𝑯𝑨!

Oh my gosh~ I want it so much >.< Sanemi, so naughty!

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter~ And good news, more chappies will come hahaha! My plot bunnies are awake soooo hihi ^^

Hope you'll also check my other stories! Send a request if you want me to tailor one, specifically for you fufufu~

Also, for easier navi, Imma put this here as well:

Thank you so much and see yah on the next part! Love yah!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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missamyrisa2 · 2 months

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I remember a post from a while ago talking about boymode and how you kinda differ with your lee/ler side in comparison to how you normally write. How often is boymode vs girlmode if you don't mind me asking?

I love how our amazing Amy writes but that boymode does something fuzzy to my lee/ler switchy brain 😵‍💫

- a subby trans guy that would love to see more boy mode posts? 🐶

Sooooo~

I've been sort of slyly slipping my boy mode in a little more lately ~ especially on any of my stories with "alex". That's meeee ~!

But yes, any time there's a lot less "~"s and hearts and the looooong drawn out teases that would be me leaning a little more towards boy mode. I'm much more direct and a bit of a butt with all my matter of fact comments and hustling up the giggles. I also curse a lot more when I lean in that direction.

More like...

Alright look at this right here. You see what I have here? I have one-two-three-four-holy shit I have five! Five wiggly fingers buddy, and guess what? They're coming for you! Not for that guy down the road, not that punk around the corner. There's five tickles and your name is on every single one. Yeah, and now you're wiggling! Because you're ticklish. And I know, I know you're gonna try and wriggle free aren't ya, oh yeah just like that. Problem is, you're ticklish just about everywhere. Oh yes, I know. I know you're ticklish under your arms and I can wiggle these fingers up in there right up in here. Don't try to fight it. Don't run! That's just gonna make it worse.

Ohh but you like it worse my giggly gigglebox boy don't ya? You're a giggleglutton, I know them when I see them and ah yeah those are the squeaks, that's the good stuff now. What else you got? Let's see what we have down here my toyboy, I see some siiiiides. Yep, two sides and look. Look, look, look! I have two hands! That's twice the tickles. Twice the tickles for you when I squeeze up and down your sides. Two for one! Lucky boy with a hot body uh huh that's what we've got here. So ticklish, so hot. Coochie coo!

And you're gonna wrestle me now? Alright, bring it on hot stuff. Let's see how tough you are. Come on tough guy, kick me off. Let's get those legs pumping. We'll call it your workout for today. I'm certified in leg day after all. Oh no. What happened here? What happened huh? Do I have your ankle? Is that what happened? I'm just not sure, can you give me a play by play? An instant replay? Because, and I'm not an expert I just want that known, I do believe I have your wrist and now my wiggly fingers are coming down for them toes. And it looks liiiiike, yep, we've got scrunchers! You can scrunch all ya like tough guy, it's still gonna tickle!

I mean, it's fine. This is all I know how to do anyway, one fist in the air in victory over a ticklish tough guy who is not so tuff. Not so tuff! Maybe you're gruff. Wannabe gruff huh? Yep, ticklish toes. Just like I thought. And I'll bet you have a ticklish boy button too don't ya? Ah yeah, so tough, gonna growl it out for me? Now, if you would juuuust cooperate with me. Yep, let's get this leg here under mine and yeap, goochie goo on your belly. Right on that navel. Let's get a finger up in there and oh yeah, that's a spot. There's a spot. There's a good tough cookie. Giggle it out. And here's a feather. Yep, I've got a feather just for you. Not too tough for a feather now are ya my giggleboy?

And we're just gonna take mr feather here and go up and down that cute boy button and ah we'll just see what sounds tumble out those cute lips. You're so sexy and handsome like this, all wiggly and blushing and gasping. I don't think I can stop tickling. Nope, we're not stoppin the tickling. It's an all nighter tough guy, an all-night giggle cram and extract and I think I'll just keep you forever. Sorry-not-sorry-coochie-coochie!!

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kenjiyabuki · 8 months

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dmd ftr ep 5 shenanigans: surprise, bitch. i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me

when this episode was nearing the end, it felt bittersweet as i got attached to watching these boys weekly and upcoming series will probably gonna take forever to come out (i am sure they will keep on being active by doing dances on tiktok and selling products on lives etc but i find those contents very tedious, i like my actors acting more). i was wishing for this not to be the end and then, to my surprise, BAMMMM a preview for another episode started playing!!!! but then it was still bittersweet bc it was revealed that they will be singing and dancing throughout the whole episode...

like many other BL fans, there is nothing that turns me off faster than BL boys singing. personally, more than the boys' voices, its the songs themselves i find unbearable to listen to. to my dismay, Thai BL industry loves generic pop and slow ballads, two genres i cant stand listening to. anyhow, i enjoyed the fuck out of My School President, songs and all, so i am open to surprises!!! in fact i am begging to be proven wrong!! and i am glad that they seem to be choosing the winners based on their skills, not by vote or smth else!!!

now back to the episode::::

How Well Do You Know Your Bro challenge was kinda boring because questions were not that riveting but i thoroughly enjoyed Thomas being put down about not getting to play w Kong. i will comeback to that Tee & Kong situation soon.

finally KengNamping won and they got to have some lil old✨💫💞The Special Friendship Time💕💫 ✨. is this what we are calling having a heart to heart on a pseudo-date with your potential work partner nowadays???? during their Special Friendship Time, i was busy taking hundred of screenshots of Namping because he looked so damn good in his fit!!!!!!!!!

pink lipgloss, Celine shades, rainbow mesh sweater, bracelets, Adidas Samba OGs.... cmonnnn

it was sooooo sweet to see them openly talk about their lives and dreams. they had such a progress across these 5 episodes!!! they were finally open about how they want to work together but also things they need to better in order to do so. i cant help but just love their blushing and awkward demeanor!!! it somehow works in their favour.

so funny how keng is admittedly a hard to crack introvert but sometimes his awkward bluntness somehow leads to UNBEARABLY cute moments. like i was climbing up the wall when they were having their final discussion on the bench and keng was being like "who else would i be talking" OR "can we get this over with" while looking Namping in the eye LMAOOO and Namping cant help but just giggle... just some yummy novice fanservice <3

back at the house, Thomas getting jealous over TeeTee & Kong having a talk was funny to me because the it was kinda one of the most obviously produced/edited scenes of this show. i am not going to blame them, maybe they were worried about the show being too conflict free. honestly, i did actually expect Tee to ask Kong to be his partner because nothing gets past me just like Thomas::

we know in all boys sent postcards to each other episode 1 but the show didnt reveal who sent which. well actually, Domundi X account shared a picture of the postcards and (if you have too much free time like me) you can pair the cards w info given by boys themselves in that episode;

another brilliant investigative work i've done in collabration w Paint. also peep Namping's cute duck drawing. honestly what this man cant do???

so hey, Tee sent his postcard to Kong!!! so while folks were on social media making fun of Thomas being overly possessive, my dude was actually onto something!!! his radar was going off and he had to settle the matter!!! i get him, he is like "i''m already an established actor and have a fanbase, just let me get my man so we can maximize our joint slay and leave" and he is so right.........

since the first episode, everyone was tickled by how this show is working like a dating show, me included. but after seeing this comment and similar ones made me think further:

if you think about it, they kinda WILL date??? not on some delulu shit, think about it: they will be shipped, will do fanservice & skinship, spend most of their time together, travel together, co-habit if its required, not just work together but also will be required to take care and trust and depend on each other, FOR at least a couple years if it works out. they will be stimulating "dating", even out of a tv series. being branded pair is a long term job that requires a lot of trust and compatibility. they are also rookies in the industry, so of course they are taking it seriously and discussing their future like choosing a romantic partner.

so, while i felt really sad for Latte as he seemed really worried while trying to look chill about everything, i am glad TeeTee and First chose to not rushing into a pair just to win the show and were honest about still needing time to hone their craft and building chemistry. and i'm not opposed to TleFirst but i still want to see LatteFirst in LUAT as the side couple. i enjoyed them in the pilot trailer and think their roles is going to fit them well. i also dont want to see an actor lose a job for a ship, cmon...

Gems broke my little heart again ahhhh. TBH, Tle clocked his tea when he said Gems should be more confident in himself. its not easy to do so in front of an audience and i'm sure the industry feels like horse race but i hope Gems will be more sure of his abilities in the future and finally have his moment.

on a bigger twist, KengNamping & ThomasKong were the finalist couples!!!

honestly, i have NO IDEA which couple i want to see win. mostly because both pairings give off very different vibes to me. for me, my choice would depend on the plot of this supposed new series, but i dont even know what it is even about.

i was thinking what kind of series i would like to see them in. when i think of ThomasKong, i can see them pulling off a fun and youthful series like My School President, Kieta Hatsukoi or I Will Knock You. w KengNamping, they would look good in a period series like I Feel You Linger in the Air or To Sir, With Love, even though Domundi has already LUAT (which will hopefully come out in this century). i just want to see them in something angsty but also incredibly romantic. should the unimaginable occur and someone from Mandee Works is reading this, feel free to steal ideas!

i am excited for next week, i will be glad no matter the outcome. cant wait to see the crazy stage putfits!!!!

HIGHLIGHTS OF THE EPISODE

keng's pink socks, same colour as the namping's blushing cheeks hehe

teetee threatening to drown thomas lmaoooo 🤨im telling yall thomas was onto something w his suspicions, tee is praying on thomaskong's downfall!!

thomas finally being called out for laying it on thick because enough is enough!!!

lattefirst bickering about meat...

idk this is a translation thing or not but gems getting brother-zoned gagged me

keng's glasses taking a dip in the water. you lose some, you win some. his glasses are gone but at least he now has a partner. thank god it wasnt the celine sunglasses...

yes king!!!!!!!!!!

#dmd friendship the reality #domundi #ThomasKong #KengNamping #another novella about this random show that like only 3 people watch on this site

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dumplingsjinson · 1 year

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I disappeared for a few days, because I needed time to process things. I'm feeling better now, and I'm sorry for not being too active. I'll be back to posting prompt lists soon, probably by the end of this week at the latest.

I also come back bearing happier and better news...

I have a date this Saturday with my man who's kinda not my man. (If you've followed my little adventures and mental breakdowns closely then you would probably know who it is 😇)

He suggested us going out this week (he was busy asf until yesterday) like, early last week, and I followed up yesterday night to see if he was still okay to go, and he basically told me "Yes, I made sure to not make plans with friends just for it" (image below because lmfao).

SO UH. HELLAAAUURRR??

The way I was LITERALLY jumping around in my room and squealing and blushing (no man's ever got me doing THAT, not even long distant dude, soooo), I'm so- I'm literally so fucking down bad for a guy who I didn't think I'd end up liking this much. It's actually so embarrassing.

Anyway, we're going to one of those self-service photobooths (I've been thinking of doing this since the third date ngl. I need pictures with him and this is a good excuse to get a few with him which I can keep in my back pocket) first thing, at my suggestion. And then we're going to his home, and hopefully I get to see his cat for real this time lmfaooo.

(He asked if I'm going to stay the night, and I teased him about it. I was like "Boi, you want really want me to stay, don't you?" and he says it's 'cause he's not sure if me travelling home or staying the night would be easier due to the distance between our homes, and then he's like "But also, yes, I do want you to stay. I like cuddles" sooooo. HA. But ultimately, I had to say I couldn't. Even though I really, really want to. Then again, I'm not sure if I'm ready for him to see my bed hair and messy face after waking up, but then again he kinda got a glimpse of that when we were cuddling during the third date lol; watched me fix my hair and fret about how I probably look like a mess and everything HAHA. One day, though. I was so damn close to folding last time so I might end up folding fr this time-)

SO YEAH. Um. I'm going through it. A lot is happening these days. And I'll be so fucking honest, I'm scared and really nervous. This is new territory for me, so like it's all very unfamiliar. And I'm just... Rolling along with it and hoping it doesn't end up breaking my heart. I've been thinking about it a lot and I'm just like... Well. What happens, happens.

But I'm also excited to see where things go. :))

#long post #personal #love life rambles #cat guy chronicles

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apuckishwit · 2 years

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The mortifying ordeal of realizing you're going to meet your crush in person

Steve doesn’t freeze.

He doesn’t.

He takes a perfectly reasonable moment to process the boys’ request and the fact that he just stands there with a stack of plates clutched in his hands hovering over a cardboard box while his brain basically does a barrel roll and starts screaming, “Meet Eddie? Meet Eddie? Meet Eddie?” is purely coincidence.

He puts the stack of plates down in the cardboard box and then very casually leans back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “You guys want me to take you to Ohio this summer?” he repeats, also very casually.

“Yeah!” Dustin says, and Steve can already tell that now that the floodgates have been opened, the kid’s going to be pacing like a caged lion and vibrating like a livewire in about ten seconds. “We’ve got it all figured out. There’s a Greyhound bus that runs between Chicago and Columbus and Lucas and I have enough saved from Christmas and birthday money to pay for our tickets. Um, you’d have to buy your own but I swear we’ll pay you back.” True to Steve’s prediction, Dustin starts pacing the small length of his kitchen, his arms swinging wildly as he talks. “And then we can get convention passes and a hotel room. The actual hotel the convention is at is a little outside our price range, but Columbus has a public transport system and there’s cheaper motels not that far from the convention center, and we’d only have to stay for one night! We can get there on Friday night, stay at the hotel, go see Eddie on Saturday, and then get back on the bus and head back to Chicago!”

Steve’s not a math genius or anything, and he has no idea how much convention passes are for this thing, but he’s pretty sure there’s no way Dustin and Lucas have got enough birthday and Christmas money for bus tickets, convention tickets, and a hotel room, no matter how cheap. When he says as much, Dustin actually blushes, shrugging a little.

“I figured I could skip Camp Know Where this year. I get a scholarship for most of it, but Mom still has to pay part. It should be enough to cover the hotel and convention tickets.”

At that, Steve startles. “You love going to your nerd camp,” he says softly.

“Yeah,” Dustin agrees, but then he grins at his friends. “But I think this is more important this year…when are we gonna get another chance to visit Eddie?”

“Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the good of the Party,” Lucas says, his voice deadly serious. “I was gonna go to that basketball clinic Mr. Newby put up flyers for last week, but I’d rather help pay for our tickets.”

“And I’ve been saving my allowance for some new paints, but, uh, I’m gonna pitch that in for food,” Will adds. For a moment, he looks a little embarrassed that his contribution is so much smaller than Dustin’s and Lucas’s, but the boys sling their arms around his shoulders, and the embarrassment quickly fades. “And! And! Mike’s pretty sure he can talk his parents into letting him come, too! Like, come up and stay with me and leave for the convention with us!”

Their excitement is palpable—word of the day, the day he finally registered for his first classes…Robin had come over and sat with him while he did it, and afterwards she’d squealed and hugged him and he could almost feel her pride and happiness wrapping around him like a blanket—and Steve can’t help the grin tugging at his mouth. Goddamn, he loves these little shits so much. The boys turn hopeful eyes on him again, Dustin bouncing a little on his toes.

“Sooooo?” he asks. “What do you say?”

“Please Steve?” Lucas says.

“Yeah, please?” Will smiles up at him sweetly and Steve shakes his head.

“When is this convention?” he sighs, nodding to himself when Dustin rattles off the dates. He doesn’t think it’ll conflict with his classes (he wonders if he’s ever going to get used to the swoop in his stomach when it hits him that he’s got classes coming up—he really got accepted to the program he wanted, he’s really going to school) and even if it does, it should be early enough that he won’t miss something earth-shattering.

Because really…

How could he say no?

He pretends to be thinking it over for a few moments, just to watch them squirm in suspense, before he sighs and nods. “All right, I’m in,” he says, and then turns back to his cabinets and pretends to ignore the hyper cheers that burst out of the boys. A second later, though, he lets out a sharp oof when he’s tackled from behind by three skinny sets of arms.

“Thank you!”

“Yes! I knew you wouldn’t let us down!”

“Oh my God, this is going to be awesome! Eddie’s gonna be so surprised!”

He manages to wrest himself around to face them, trying to pull his face into a stern frown and failing miserably if the way they’re grinning up at him is any indication. “All right, all right, if you’re not going to help me pack, then scram,” he orders, and is unsurprised when they all of a sudden need to start working on the parental pitch, now that they’ve secured a chaperone. He’s not even mad about it—he trusts Will to be careful with his things, but Dustin is often a bull in a china shop and Lucas is going through a growth spurt that has left him coltish and clumsy.

They file out of his apartment, talking about how they’re going to present their idea with the same intensity they strategize in the campaign. Dustin is muttering something about a slideshow while Lucas wonders if they can use the A/V club’s equipment as the door swings shut behind them. Steve carefully finishes packing the last of his plates away (he should probably leave at least one out, but he’s honestly too lazy…he can just eat off of paper plates for the last few days here) and manages to carry the box over to the neat stack he has going right by the door.

As soon as he sets it down, though, the full extent of what he’s just agreed to do hits him. His brain starts barrel-rolling again. And all he can do is sink down onto his coffee table and stare at his wide-eyed reflection in his dark TV screen.

What has he done?

From Ch 27 of Rolled a 1 on the Check, Rolled a 20 on the Save on AO3, by APuckish_Wit

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Chapter 1: The Party of Hope and the Hangover of Despair. Day 2

DING DONG BING BONG.

“It’s now 8AM, you bastards! Get up, and go eat!” Masaru demanded.

“Get ready for a good day of killing,” Monaca smiled into the screen. “Monaca would like that very much,”

“You better do what Monaca says or, or… oh wait doing what Monaca says isn’t official rule,” Kotoko pouted. “Still, you should do it anyway!”

Kaede was still sore from the Death Road of Despair when she woke up, still remembering her time crawling in pain within that tunnel.

It’s not your fault, she tried to convince herself of that, but whenever she tried to convince herself she believed it less and less.

Maybe eating breakfast will help clear my head. Kaede knew it wouldn’t work, but maybe it’d distract her for a few minutes.

With that she walked through the courtyard and-

“Hiyah Kaede!” The Pianist turned around to see a certain cheerful Artist standing behind her.

“Oh, hey Angie,” Kaede said with a bit less enthusiasm than usual. “You alright?”

“Nyahahaha, why wouldn’t I be alright? Are you still thinkin’ about yesterday?” Angie turned her head. “Thinkin’ about the past won’t do ya any good, all the agony I was in from yesterday’s practically gone,”

She’s cheerful, but something about the way she said it makes me feel like she isn’t telling the truth.

“Well, I guess that makes me feel better… a little,” Kaede mumbled.

“Fantastic! I shall see you at the dining hall, Bye-onara!” Angie scampered off into the school building.

Kaede stood there for a moment, letting the sun hit her skin. She then sighed and headed into the building.

She walked through the halls, encountering basically no one until-

“Kaede!” The Pianist smiled as she heard the familiar voice of Tsumugi calling out to her, the cosplayer had been one of the few people to stay with her after yesterday’s incident; she knew she could trust her.

“Yeah Mugi?” Kaede smiled widely as she turned around to see the girl, who was slightly blushing for whatever reason.

“Well uhh… I know it sounds kinda plain, but d-do you wanna paint each other’s nails sometime?”

“Are you kidding? Of course, that sounds like so much fun!” Kaede beamed at her friend, her eyes sparkling like stars. “I’ve never actually had my nails painted before, I was always afraid of getting some on the piano,”

“That’s great!” Tsumugi looked relieved like she thought Kaede would reject her or something.

What a silly thought.

Kaede nodded. “When do you wanna do it? I’m kinda heading off to breakfast right now,”

“Right, is just after breakfast okay?” Tsumugi asked. “I don’t wanna be a bother if you have any other plans today,”

“Don’t call yourself a bother, Mugi,” Kaede pouted, before her expression went back to her usual soft smile. “And yeah, just after breakfast is fine; take me to your super secret nail painting spot once breakfast is done!”

“Alright, yeah, yeah let’s go!” The excitement in Tsumugi’s voice was palpable. She and Kaede ran to the Dining Hall as quick as possible.

Everyone else was already in the room, all instantly turned to look at Kaede as she entered.

“There you are!” Kaito smiled. “Thought I was gonna hafta drag you two outta bed!”

“I slept like a rock last night, so that plainly wouldn’t have worked,” Tsumugi chuckled.

“I probably would’ve hit you, or something,” Kaede chuckled too.

“Heh, sure you woulda. Now that we’re all here let’s-”

“Let’s discuss how absolutely disappointing you all were yesterday!” Kokichi butted in, a look of frustration clear on his childlike face. “Like seriously, blaming Kaede for your own hopelessness? It’s sooooo pathetic,”

“The hell are you on about, Kokichi?” Kaito looked at the boy angrily. “You blamed Kaede first, you’re the one who started that shit,”

“N-No I didn’t, I never wanted to have everyone blame Kaede for everything!” Kokichi declared. “I just wanted to go to bed!”

“Is that a lie, Kokichi?” Shuichi raised an eyebrow.

Kokichi laughed. “Yeah, I totally wanted to make everyone hate Kaede,”

“Quit screwin’ around, Kokichi,” Kaito angrily.

“Screwing around? I’m not screwing around!” Kokichi smiled. “Everyone else was screwing around yesterday, being all ‘why would Kaede do this to us?’ when they went in the hole on their own volition,”

“That’s… actually a decent point,” Kaito mumbled. “But wait, I thought you were trying to-”

“Yeah, that was a lie,” Kokichi chuckled. “But everything else wasn’t,”

“Kokichi, shut up,” Maki stared at the boy threateningly.

The liar started sweating profusely. “W-Well okay, there’s n-no need to be mean…”

Maki ignored him, even as he started to (probably) fake cry. “I was only angry at Kaede for getting my hopes up, I can’t speak for the rest of the people here, though,”

Kaede looked downwards in shame.

Angie noticed the Pianist’s shame, and, with a smile began to speak up. “Let’s try to forget yesterday, okay?”

“Yeah, Kaede had great intentions!” Tenko cheered.

“Me and Tenko’s wounds were pretty quickly healed by my magic anyways…” Himiko mumbled. “So it’s fine,”

“That’s true, that’s true!” Tenko shouted with that distinct lack of an inside voice. “She did her sleep healing spell and we both felt better in the morning!”

“I uh… think that’s just sleeping,” Shuichi said.

Himiko puffed out her cheeks. “No, it’s magic,”

“Yeah, didn’t you hear her, it’s magic!” Tenko looked at Shuichi, pissed at the idea that he’d even think about denying Himiko’s magic.

“A-Ah, sorry!”

“Shuichi…” Kaede scolded as she looked up, putting her hand on the Detective’s shoulders.

“Overall, it’s no one’s fault!” Angie smiled. “Atua told me so, cuz he’s all seeing!”

“How convenient,” Tsumugi smiled. “I agree though, none of us here are at fault for yesterday,”

“Thanks guys,” Kaede scratched the back of her head. “I feel a little better now, I guess,”

“Nyahahaha, how divine!” Angie beamed. “You should pray with me, Kaede, pray for the good health of our group!”

“A-Ah no, sorry,” Kaede waved her hand to decline. “I’m not religious,”

“How unfortunate…” Angie’s smile was the same, but Kaede could sense the smallest hint of dissapointment. “Oh well,”

“Great, that’s settled then!” Kaito smiled widely.

“I suppose, still got a ways to go until I’m ready to go into that tunnel again,” Ryoma pulled his hat down slightly.

“That’s… fair,” Kaede chuckled uncomfortably. “We’re not gonna be going back in there any time soon anyway,”

“Don’t give up too easily, Kaede,” Kaito chastised. “One day, all of us are gonna be able to get through that thing, and when we do we’ll be as home free as we’ve ever been!”

Maki rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you think that, somehow, but we’re not gonna have anything that makes that tunnel any easier ever. So we might as well forget about it,”

“We need to consider every option still,” Kaede pouted. “Can’t get out of here if we ignore all of our options-”

“Options? There’s only one option when it comes to getting out of here!” Monokuma’s all too familiar giggle could be heard as he fell through the floor, directly into the cafeteria.

“Kyaaah!” Tsumugi screamed.

“Everyone, behind Gonta!”

“Ah… the bear of despair,” Korekiyo chuckled. “I wonder what he has to say?”

“Nothing good, probably something a degenerate hockey player says to his first girlfriend that makes her never trust a man again!” Tenko shouted.

“Gonta protect everyone from Monokuma!”

“The hell do you want?” Kaito gritted his teeth at the bear.

“Puhuhu, well; I’ve decided to make your only option for escape just a touch easier to stomach!” Monokuma smiled.

“Whatever it is, we aren’t going along with it! We’ve told you this,” Kaede stared the animatronic down.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, cause this here First Blood Perk might make you change your mind!”

The Bear’s red eye began to glow brightly, the students went silent as they saw the swirling despair held within. “For this first kill, and this first kill only; you will be allowed to leave the academy no strings attached: No class trial, no investigation, no nothin!”

“Aww, but the trial seemed so fun!” Kokichi smiled, earning glares from most of his classmates.

“I’m sorry if I made the class trials seem more important than they actually are, really your time at this school is all about how well you can kill each other!” Monokuma laughed gleefully. “When one of you inevitably takes advantage of this perk, just raise your hand and BOOM! You’ll be out of here in a jiffy!”

Kaito gritted his teeth harder as he stared down the bear. “Y’know what? I’m sick of this shit, Monokuma,”

“Puhuhu? What do you mean? I’m a robot, I can’t shit!”

“Shut up! I’m gonna deal with you once n’ for all!”

Just as Kaito said that, all five Exisals dropped from the roof and surrounded him.

“HAHA!” Masaru laughed ear piercingly loud. “Didja forget that we have these TOTALLY AWESOME Exisals to crush you?”

“Monaca thinks he forgot,” The woman in the green exisal chuckled. “Monaca thinks we should punish him for his forgetfulness,”

“Wh-What?”

“As your leader, I demand that we crush this here student!”

Kaito looked pale, dripping with sweat as the red Exisal stepped towards him, but as it took the first step-

“EEAGHHHHHHHHHH!”

BOOM

Monokuma exploded, crushed under the weight of the red painted behemoth.

“Wh-Wha…?” Jataro mumbled.

“Masaru, did you… did you just kill Monokuma?” Nagisa’s concern was evident in his normally stiff voice.

“I uhh… OH CRAP I KILLED THE HEADMASTER!!” Masaru screamed. “OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAAAAAAAAAAP!”

Kotoko was sniffling from within her Exsial. “Why do the adorbs die so young? Waaaaaaaaaaah!”

“W-We gotta go, now!” Nagisa shouted, panic evident in his voice. On his order all of the Exisals jumped through the roof and back to… wherever they came from.

“M-Monokuma’s dead?” Kaito looked down at the crushed remains of the bear, a smile quickly forming on his face. “Hell yeah, I beat Monokuma!”

“You didn’t beat it, that weird guy accidentally killed it,” Maki corrected.

“He’s dead either way!” Kaito chuckled.

“That’s a relief, heh,” Rantaro chuckled too. “I guess that means the Killing Game is… as good as over,” The man shrugged.

“R-Really?” Shuichi asked, looking excitedly at the green haired man.

“No host, not killing game,” Rantaro smiled. “We should be as good as gold,”

“Nyahaha, how divine! I shall thank Atua for slaying our sworn enemy!”

“This totally calls for a celebration, Himiko let’s goooooooo!” Tenko shouted as she once again grabbed Himiko by the arm and dragged her out of the cafeteria.

“Nyehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

“Welp, Monokuma’s dead,” Kokichi shrugged. “Kind of an anticlimactic ending to this Killing Game, but it’s fine…” Kokichi left the room.

Why did he say that like he’s upset the Killing Game ended? What a weird kid.

The rest of the group slowly dispersed out of the Dining Hall, including Kaede and Tsumugi as the latter led the former out of the room by her wrist, stopping just outside of the Dining Hall.

“So, where do you wanna go, Mugi?” Kaede smiled softly at her friend, shaking a little from the excitement.

“You seem pretty excited,” Tsumugi smiled. “It’s just nail painting, it’s nothing special,”

“You kidding me? I’ve never had my nails done!” Kaede grabbed onto Tsumugi’s… surprisingly clammy hands from excitement, Kaede ignored it for now as Tsumugi stumbled out a response.

“O-Oh, I guess th-that makes sense,” The blushing cosplayer chuckled uncomfortably. “L-Let’s just go to the Game Room I-I guess,”

Kaede beamed. “Alright, lead the way, Mugi!”

And Tsumugi did just that, humming a sweet tune as she lead her friend down to the basement.

“You have a really pretty singing voice,”

“Th-Thanks… but it’s nothing special,”

“Oh, shush,” Kaede sighed out of her nose. “I’m a musician, I know what good sounds like; my hearing is really good!”

“Really?” Tsumugi turned around as they reached the door to the game room.

“Yeah! I can hear Shuichi mumbling to himself in the Library,”

“Interesting…” Tsumugi looked lost in thought for a minute. “Oh, right! Nail art!”

“Yeah, c’mon, let’s go. This is gonna be so much fun!”

The two quickly sat down on the carpeted floor of the Game Room. Kaede giggling like a schoolgirl (she was one, but that’s besides the point) as she held out her hands in front of Tsumugi who had already pulled out the pink nail polish.

“I’m glad you’re excited, but please hold still,” Tsumugi said.

“Oh, sorry hehe,” Kaede chuckled as she did her best not to shake in excitement as the cosplayer began to paint her nails with an insane focus, staring right down at them like this was the most important thing in her life.

After awhile, it was done. Kaede’s nails were so pretty, so pink, so beautiful.

“So, how do you-”

“Oh my god I love it so much!” Kaede beamed as she practically pounced on Tsumugi, who began to furiously blush as she was glomped by her crush friend.

“You’re seriously the best,” Kaede smiled at Tsumugi as she exited the hug.

“W-Well, it’s really nothing uh…” Tsumugi mumbled. “I-I’m glad you like it!”

“Like it? I love it!”

Suddenly the door opened, and in stepped the green haired man of mystery: Rantaro Amami.

“Hey, what are you two up to?” The man playfully smirked as he entered the room.

“Oh, Tsumugi’s just doing my nails! Look at how pretty they are!” Kaede showed Rantaro her nails. While it was a basic pink to him and Tsumugi, to Kaede it was the absolute coolest thing anyone had ever done ever.

“Oh, sounds fun. I actually know a thing or two about painting nails myself,” Rantaro chuckled.

“Like for a girlfriend or something?” Kaede turned her head curiously as Rantaro crouched down to be at her level, Kaede didn’t notice the look of jealousy in Tsumugi’s eyes, she also somehow didn’t notice the brief wink he gave the cosplayer.

“No, nothin’ like that, I grew up with plenty of sisters, so I kinda had to learn it, heh,”

“Oh, you must be the best big brother ever then!” Rantaro looked down for a moment before looking back up at the smiling Pianist.

“I guess you can say that, you want me to paint your nails?”

“Of course!”

“H-Hey, I’m not done with your other hand!” Tsumugi interjected.

A huge smile formed on Kaede’s face as her gaze shifted between the two people. “Guuuuys, you should both totally paint my nails, it’d be so fun!”

Tsumugi and Rantaro briefly looked at eachother with a huge smirk on each of their faces, then went completely blankfaced as they focused exclusively on painting their respective hand of the giddily shaking Kaede’s nails.

The Pianist let out soft, ticklish giggles as the two continued their work.

“I’m done,” Rantaro declared as he left Kaede’s left hand with a lovely pink and purple french slant pattern.

“Me too, me too!” Tsumugi declared more urgently as she finished painting Kaede’s right hand with a pink gradient.

“Oh my God, this is so good!” Kaede squealed. “Rantaro, you should totally be the Ultimate Nail Artist or something!”

Tsumugi pouted as Rantaro waved his hands calmly. “It’s nothing special, Kaede, it’s a pretty basic french slant,”

“Nothing special? This is the prettiest my nails have ever been!”

Tsumugi pouted harder.

“And Tsumugi, oh my god this gradient is so cute!” Kaede squeeled as she pulled Tsumugi into another hug, the Cosplayer once again went back to blushing up a storm. Rantaro winked at the woman before standing up.

“Welp, I should get going, got a whole day of celebrating Monokuma being dead to get to,” Rantaro chuckled as he left the room.

“Bye Rantaro!” Kaede ended the hug to wave goodbye to the man.

“Baii…” Tsumugi said.

Kaede smiled at the door before turning back to Tsumugi, the two women quickly got back to their feet.

“What was really fun Tsumugi!”

“Heh, thanks,” Tsumugi scratched the back of her neck in embarassment. “We should uh… we should do something like this again sometime!”

“Of course! Oooo, what if I played piano for you or something when my Lab finally opens?”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course, you’re my friend, Tsumugi!” Kaede smiled as the woman looked wistfully to her side.

“Yeah, friend…” She quickly smiled back at Kaede.

“Well, I should be going now, see ya Tsu-”

Creeeeak

“K-Kaede, I need to show you something,” Shuichi said as he opened the door.

“Oh? What is it?” Kaede turned her head in curiousity.

“Yeah, I’m plain curious too,”

“It’s in the library, both of you follow me,” Shuichi said as she lead the two girls to the Library.

The Library was still as musty and disorganised as ever, the piles of books on the floor had to have triggered something in someone to make them clean it up!

Maybe I could get Kirumi to- no, bad Kaede, don’t overwork your friend!

Tsumugi coughed as she entered the library. “Jeez, this place is dusty, did you take us here to clean it or something?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Kaede shrugged.

Shuichi chuckled a little. “Ah, no, I came to show you this,” Shuichi tapped on a bookcase in the middle of the far end of the library.

The thing swung open slowly, revealing a door with a white and black half and half pattern, just like-

“Monokuma!” Kaede exclaimed. “That door looks like Monokuma!”

“That’s right, I don’t know why this is here, or why this is hidden, but…” Shuichi looked lost in thought for a moment. “I think it might be for whoever set up this Killing Game,”

“That’s plain possible,” Tsumugi added. “But would the Mastermind really be as obvious as to make a… Bradely-esque bookshelf door?”

“I think the mastermind banked on no one finding this,” Shuichi said. “So I’ve decided to lay a trap for them,”

“Really?” Kaede asked.

Shuichi motioned towards a card reader on the left side of the door. “Yeah, I placed dust in the card reader, if anyone uses a keycard to open this door all of this dust will come falling to the floor,”

“And then we’ll be able to know if anyone uses this door!” Kaede had a lightbulb moment. “That’s genius, Shuichi!”

“A-Ah, thanks Kaede,”

“Don’t mention it,” Kaede smiled. “You really are the Ultimate Detective, huh?”

“Well, this is some pretty basic deduction,”

“For you it is, but I would’ve never thought to check out this bookcase!”

“I agree with Kaede, someone as plain as me wouldn’t be smart enough to check,”

Kaede gave Tsumugi a sideyed pout at her self deprecation, but chose not to comment on it. “You’ve probably put us one step closer to getting out of here, Shuichi,”

“I-I guess I have,” Shuichi smiled as he lifted up his hat a little, Kaede got a better look at the man’s soft face.

“So, Shuichi, do you have any other plans involving this library?” Kaede asked, curiosity evident in both her and Tsumugi’s features.

“Not right now, no,” Shuichi shook his head. “The current plan is just to check this tomorrow,”

“Sounds great, we should all meet up here at about…” Kaede puffed out her cheeks as she thought. “How does just after breakfast sound?”

“That sounds pretty good!” Shuichi smiled.

“That just plain works!” Tsumugi smiled too.

Kaede giggled. “It’s a date then, we meet up here just after breakfast!”

The three agreed on their plan, then returned to their respective dorms.

DING DONG BING BONG.

The Warriors of Hope appeared on screen,

“Oh god oh crap oh god oh crap oh god oh crap…” Masaru mumbled in the corner, Kotoko was consoling him as Monaca was giving the poor guy somewhat threatening blank stare.

“Everyone, it’s 10 PM now, head to bed,” Nagisa said professionally, then the screen shut off.

“They aren’t taking Monokuma’s death as well as we are, huh?” Kaede chuckled before she plonked down onto her bed with a smile on her face.

Shuichi’s plan sounded great, there was obviously someone behind this Killing Game, all they needed was Shuichi’s plan as confirmation.

Kaede slept with an excited smile as tomorrow really was another day.

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godsfavdarling · 7 months

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chapter 13

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly goes to the girls' night.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: none

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As Molly arrived at the cinema for the girls' night out, she was met by Garcia, JJ, and Savannah, who were accompanied by another woman.

Garcia enthusiastically introduced her, saying, "Molly, meet Tara. She just joined the BAU team this week."

"Oh and Tara, this is Molly, Spencer's girlfriend! They met at JJ's baby shower, and she's an elementary school teacher and she also gives piano lessons and is a phenomenal cook. And let me tell you, Spencer is sooooo in love with her!" Garcia gushed, her words flowing with enthusiasm.

The girls burst into laughter, charmed by Garcia's animated introduction.

Molly blushed at the attention but couldn't help but join in the light-hearted atmosphere, grateful for the warm welcome.

As the group left the cinema, the lively chatter about the romance movie they just watched continued. The decision was made to extend the evening with dinner and drinks.

Seated at the table, the group decided to indulge in margaritas, each person placing their order with excitement for the evening ahead, except for JJ who, being very much pregnant, opted for a non-alcoholic beverage. The clinking of glasses and the laughter around the table set the tone for a night.

JJ, decided to inquire. "So, what about the boys? What do you think they're up to right now?" she asked, her curiosity evident.

"Will's holding down the fort at home. It's probably a mix of video games and homework for him and Henry. Oh, and Molly, thanks again for the piano lessons. Henry's been diligently practicing every day without any nudges. You've truly sparked a newfound passion in him."

Molly beamed, genuinely pleased. "I'm thrilled to hear that! Consistent practice is the key to musical growth! It warms my heart to know he's enjoying it! That's what matters the most!"

Savannah joined in, sharing the latest from her world, "Derek's been practically living in a cloud of sawdust lately. He decided it was the perfect time to renovate one of the rooms at our place. I'm just hoping he doesn't turn our home into a total construction zone!"

Molly considered the question, smiling as she imagined Spencer in his usual reading nook. "Well, knowing Spencer, he's probably lost in a book or maybe working on some research. That's his idea of a perfect evening," she replied, a fondness evident in her voice.

Garcia leaned in, a mischievous grin playing on her lips, her colorful attire reflecting her vibrant personality. "Molly, spill the tea! What's it like being the sunshine in Spencer's life? And honestly, thank goodness for you! Adding some spice to Spencer's life!"

She said this with a touch of drunkenness, almost finishing her first margarita. She continued, "Especially after what happened with Maeve, it's just sooo nice to see him happy. You are amazing, and you guys are the cutest!"

Garcia's reference left Molly confused. She didn't recognize the name Meave; she had never heard Spencer mention anyone by that name.

He had shared with her details about his previous relationships, including Ethan, Elle, that actress Lila, and some crushes.

However, the name Meave was unfamiliar to her. JJ noticed her puzzled expression, but Molly decided to address it with Spencer later. She didn't want to pry into his past by questioning his now slightly inebriated friends.

For the time being, she chose to enjoy the rest of the dinner and the drinks.

After hours of laughter, shared stories, and a few margaritas, the girls bid each other goodnight outside the restaurant.

Molly, feeling a bit tipsy and with thoughts of Spencer swirling in her mind, decided to give him a call. As she dialed his number, her tipsy state made her more candid.

"Hey, Spencer," Molly said, her voice slightly slurred. "I miss you."

Spencer, recognizing the change in her tone, asked, "Are you drunk?"

Molly giggled, "No! Just tipsy. I'm fine. What are you doing?"

Spencer, with a chuckle, replied, "Umm...reading."

Molly rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course you are! I'm not far from your apartment. Can I come by? I really miss you."

Spencer, smiling at her words, said, "Sure, I'd love that. Do you want me to come get you?."

"No. I'm fine. I'll be there in 10!"

As Molly made her way to Spencer's apartment, the city lights seemed to dance around her, and the tipsiness gave everything a warm glow. She couldn't wait to be in Spencer's company again.

Feeling the effects of the margaritas, she ambled through the city streets towards his place. Her steps were a bit unsteady, but her excitement and eagerness to be with him fueled her pace. T

he city lights twinkled above, casting a soft glow on her favorite red Mary Janes, creating fleeting reflections on the polished pavement.

She wore a floral white dress, whimsically adorned with delicate patterns that seemed to sway with every step. A snug red sweater embraced her, offering warmth against the cool night air.

Her quick strides were punctuated by the rustling of the fabric and the rhythmic tapping of her shoes, creating a symphony.

As she navigated the familiar route to Spencer's apartment, her mind buzzed with thoughts of being in his arms, feeling the safety and comfort of his presence.

She quickly ascended the stairs to the second floor, reaching apartment 23 spurred her forward.

Spencer, hearing the brisk steps approaching, opened the door just in time to welcome Molly. "Hi," he greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hi!" Molly replied, a huge grin on her face, slightly out of breath.

"Did you run here?" Spencer inquired.

"What? No, I walked. Fast," she clarified with a chuckle. "Can I come in?"

Spencer laughed and ushered her inside, quickly getting her a glass of water. "Did something happen?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

"No, I was just walking fast," Molly reassured him, taking the glass of water from his hand.

"How much did you drink?"

"Just two," Molly admitted, taking a sip of the water.

Molly's heart raced as she remembered the name Garcia dropped—Meave. An unsettling mix of curiosity and anxiety swirled within her.

Why had Spencer never mentioned Meave before? The unease intensified, pushing Molly to confront her fear.

"S-Spencer," Molly stammered, the question tinged with apprehension. "Garcia mentioned someone named Meave. She didn't say anything... I don't know who she is but Penny said her name when we talked about you and...umm...who is she? I mean, why... haven't you told me about her before?"

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Molly's expectant eyes and the floor beneath him.

He knew he couldn't evade her question, not when she looked at him with such earnest curiosity. Taking a deep breath, he began to explain, his words measured and careful.

"Meave was... She was a geneticist, and we first connected through emails and then phone calls. She was helping me with my migraines, I had at the time and... she was helping me out with that.

But it turned into more than just medical advice... we ended up chatting about everything. The weird part is... we never met face-to-face.

Meave had this stalker problem, and it kept us from meeting in person. It was tough because we got pretty close despite the distance. She didn't want my team to get involved, worried it would make things worse.

I respected her wishes, but it left me feeling pretty helpless... I know you can't actually get to know someone and fall in love with them for real if you've... never even been in the same room together but.... I wish I could turn back time and... at least save her."

Spencer went on to share the entire story, laying out all the details of the case and Meave's tragic death.

Molly couldn't help but feel a deep sadness for what he had endured. The thought of witnessing someone you love passing away was a nightmare, and she struggled to comprehend how Spencer managed to move forward after such a traumatic experience.

When Spencer finally expressed his apologies for not sharing this part of his past earlier, Molly responded with understanding and reassurance. "Spence, it's okay. I get it." she comforted him.

Spencer, feeling the weight of his decision to keep it to himself, admitted, "Yeah, but I should have told you. I've shared everything else with you. It's just... I'm so scared. I mean, I would never let something happen to you, but what happened with Meave..."

Molly interrupted gently, "It wasn't your fault."

Spencer continued, "I honestly just didn't want to scare you. I wanted to take a risk and not push you away because of my fears.

I can't be stuck in that, and I was scared that if you knew what happened with my previous girlfriend or... almost girlfriend, you'd look at me and my job differently and leave.

Because, trust me, I get it. It's scary. And I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to be involved in this."

Spencer, with tears in his eyes and a slight tremor in his hands, felt Molly's comforting touch as she held his hand and gently kissed his cheek.

In an attempt to lighten the heavy moment, Molly playfully declared, "I'm not scared. And I'm not going anywhere. Actually, I don't know if you know this, but I am the bravest girl in this world. And I'll never let anyone kill me."

Her lighthearted comment elicited a genuine laugh from Spencer, but the weight of the conversation lingered.

Molly, noticing Spencer still sniffling with tears streaming down his cheeks and his hand on his lips, reassured him with sincerity, "I'm not going anywhere. I like you a bit too much Spencer Reid."

#keep holding on #spencer reid x oc

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bellewintersroe · 2 years

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Could I please have a ship?

I’m about 5’8, I have shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. At school I’m pretty shy and quiet but at home and with my friends I’m one of the loudest! I’m a very anxious person too. People have described me as loyal, understanding, sweet, and funny. My interests are dance, psychology, history, art, and really any sciences. My dream career is to be a neurosurgeon.

heyyyyy! Thank you for your request!!! I’m actually loving writing these so much <3

I ship you with Chuck Grant!

Okay before I start this I think the fact you aspire to be a neurosurgeon is so fucking cool- and you’d know all the medical/ brain stuff (that I don’t understand! I wish you all the best!!) but anyway after Chuck’s injury you’d be the BEST support for him.

so obviously you’d understand a great deal in ways of how to support him with recovery. He’d be eternally grateful for you, like beyond belief, even before his accident he’d question constantly how he got somebody as good as you??

you were always there to show up at his surgeries, all his therapy afterwards, it made Chuck cry. Your loyal nature made him trust you so much that he felt he could be completely vulnerable with you. Honestly Chuck values more than anything.

of course as well Chuck would support your goals endlessly, like he’d probably cry for happiness with you whenever something good happens.

moving to wayyyy before Chuck’s accident, being shy himself, Chuck noticed you keeping to yourself often. He found it hard to keep his eyes off you, but also found it hard to approach you. He just couldn’t bring the courage and didn’t know if it would make him look weird?

Anyway, so when he heard a voice, startling him and causing to almost drop his tin bowl, his eyes almost fell out of his sockets seeing you? Why he was so shocked? I’m not too sure. But he was completely entranced by you.

you were laughing around and joking with your friends, clearly deeply enjoying yourself. I feel like all you’d have to do was to give him a shy / polite smile and it would cause Chuck to go weak in the knees.

seriously, he thought you were stunning, he was in somewhat in a shocked delight that you’d smiled at him.

I feel like it would be a slow burn with Chuck, the two of you would most likely meet through friends and grow close that way? Understanding each others shyness with strangers was something that you had in common.

it was when people started joking around about both of your red cheeks and how you were often both in your own little world together, when Chuck finally decided to do something about it. It took a lot and I mean A LOT of talking into from his and your friends for him to tell the boys joking around to shut up, and catch up you one day after leaving a pub.

I feel like being naturally funny you were babbling away, and he wouldn’t have been laughing cos he's probably sooooo in his head about what he wants to tell you.

he'd probably just blurt it our after a little too much stammering, causing both of you to turn into blushing messes? idk its just so cute and Chuck would get so happy when he finds out you feel the same.

i think he'd probably make the first move for your first kiss? i know he seems somewhat quieter but i just think he'll get these random bursts of confidence???

the more intense your relationship becomes, the more protective Chuck feels about you. I feel like when you first explain to him about feeling anxious he wouldn’t understand.

but when he sees how it can effect you? Oh my god, that man can’t do enough to comfort you. He’d truly do anything in his power to prevent you from feeling that way, so would definitely look out for particular triggers that could make you feel that way?

I don’t know, I just feel like I can picture you two laid in bed in the dark, his finger twirling a strand of your hair after he comforts you when you’ve had an anxious day. He would definitely ask about it, mostly to learn himself?

sometimes he frets he’s not doing enough to prevent you feeling anxious:(

But nah, if he sees anybody stepping out of line and even slightly disrespecting you?? He doesn’t hesitate to step in, he’s so brave and much taller than many of the men so he uses it to his advantage.

would literally use his body as a wall between you and whoever is making you anxious.

whether the confrontation gets physical or not, you are his number 1 priority, I feel like he’d take your hand and lead you out of there and enjoy a good night just chilling with you.

as for your interests he couldn’t be anymore amazed by you. Good at history, good at sciences?! AMAZING at art- oh my god he’d be so gobsmacked by all your abilities.

I feel like if you were out with each other he’d try show you off and how smart you were? He’d ask you fun facts to tell, or even if you two were alone he’d just often question you in complete awe.

He seems like the type of boyfriend to want to have an interest in what you’re interested in???

and oh my goddddd- don’t even get me started on what he thinks of you being able to dance.

I feel like he wouldn’t find out for a while, but maybe you two are out drinking in a pub with some of the easy guys and it slips out from somebody else that you can dance.

a little tipsy, and a little turned on, Chuck literally calls out over the table to confirm if this is true.

and when he gets you alone after this???

Well you better be prepared to give him his own personal dance 😈 he’d literally sit back a little glassy eyed from too much alcohol, and you’d both just have so much fun, giggling as he’d cheer out loud for you.

but in all serious i feel like you never seize to amaze him with any of your interests and talents.

being an understanding person I think would always be so important to Chuck. He’d know already how much of an important person you were, but after he was shot and you stuck by his side, it was like you just got it.

anytime lash out or become saddened, he felt like you were always there for him, trying to understand everything he was going through. This skill is vital too, seeing as it affected his speech, you were so patient with him it again, brought him to tears. When he’d get frustrated with himself you can guarantee you’d be there to help?

I feel like he could get a bit insecure?

especially after he was shot he worried you’d leave and felt as though you were too good for him?

but no, no, no this makes me so sad, give him all the reassurance, time and patience he needs and he’ll never ever dream of leaving your side.

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platonically I ship you with… Bull Randleman!!

Okay so this is 100% one of the most random friendships to come out of easy company?

but you two are so similar? The way Bull see’s you taking care of everybody around you and your loyal nature impresses him.

did you see how much he took care of the replacements???? It’s no doubt that you two got along. The two of you could appreciate one another and talk about pretty much anything together.

I think you’d be both huge empaths and people would eventually realise that if you needed anything they could turn to you both? You were almost like the mom and dad of the guys??

Bull is also extremely supportive of your goals, he thinks it’s super amazing that you have so many talents and interests, and the fact you wanna be a neurosurgeon?!

like how amazing is that?

anyway hes like a gentle giant, I feel like hes taken good care of you a few times and can sense before anybody else when you’re anxious?

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big apology for if all this is messed up, I some how messed up the font a good 3 times??? Hopefully it’s okay!

#Band of brothers #Band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagines #chuck grant #chuck grant x reader #bull randleman #bull randleman x reader

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skitskatdacat63 · 21 days

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I CALLED IT?!!??! Anyways happy 1 year anniversary Vettonso and a thank you for gracing us with your artwork. I love the way we see both sides of Fernando, the stoic and the cheeky. Seb’s blush at the hint of physical contact is sending meee. The outfits are so intricate (I’m a sucker for matching designs). Also pussy facing the world vs cock shame I’m giggling at this. The background also needs to be highlighted I love the colouring. Is it supposed to be RB themed on purpose since Fernando is in Seb’s territory? If so then bravo.

All in all, you’ve outdone yourself with this and I hope you’re doing well 🫶🫶

— Penalanon

YEP YOU DID!!! I got your ask and was like "wtf, how did they know!? I was trying to keep this a secret???" so it was very funny to write my response, and straight up talk about the things I was actively drawing. But no one was any the wiser....Anyways, I think I'll make this the lore post for today since I'm gonna talk a lot about the choices I made, hope you don't mind! Thank you for the compliments <3 I'm so happy to hear you liked it considering it was such a labor of love for me, and something I really put a lot of thought into. So I'm glad it makes sense to other people!!

misc lore drop day 43/?

I'm very happy I decided to draw two. I guess I felt it was a bit mean to only have Seb happy, as per usual. But then I wrote a lot about flirting and affection in the meantime, and ended up developing the second part! It's good to know Fernando can catch Seb off guard too, and that he is not entirely upset. It's so cute to see him clearly feel so smug at having the upper hand for once. Hand, get it? It really gratifies him when he learns how easy it is to catch Seb off guard. Fernando is sitting there all gloomy, and then he remembers that one simple trick to absolutely murder Seb's concentration in an instant. You absolutely know that Seb is so red, that he's also having to literally fan himself because he feels physically hot. Fernando is being affectionate yeah, but he's also definitely doing that evil thing where he's not only squeezing Seb's hand super hard, but also painfully grinding his knuckles together. It's okay though, Seb's swooning too hard to even notice the pain.

Okay, but I'm literally so bad at actually coming up with patterns, so I just use pre-made brushes LOL. But I do think the sparkles fit them pretty well, very cute. I was originally was gonna have them have different patterns. But them having clearly matching outfits is sooooo cute, really solidifies that they're a married couple now, a combined unit. But the little differences are super super important to me as well, the little notes of individuality!! The way they sit is super important to me, they're both chosing to sit in very specific ways, and it says a lot about them how they sit. Maybe another royal couple would try and sit the same, but not them. Even if they're matching, they still are clearly their own people. The jewelery is very fun too because they are both matching but also clarifiying their uniqueness. They're wearing wedding rings, BUT their necklaces! Very much: we are our own people with our own separate thrones, and kingdoms, thank you very much.

The colors of the background and seat they're on were mostly last minute color picks, but now that you say it...The fact that they're red/blue/gold is very Red Bull, you're correct!! I like those little reminders that they are clearly in Seb's territory. Though, do note, they share the color gold, because they are both golden boys!! But yeah, to many people there, Fernando is just a pawn in a greater political game of taking over the entire continent. Though, he makes the most of it, by doing things like wearing his own symbols/colors and wearing that mourning veil(even if he's annoyed he can't wear a full crown.) I think he eventually comes to realize his problem is less with Seb, but more with the political game as a whole. Though I hope he never learns that Seb originally pushed for marriage specifically because it would be more of a domination, oops. Don't worry, by the time they get married, it's more emotionally motivated for Seb.

#me: i already explained the charcterization throughout many posts #also me: let me explain this piece more-#happy anniversary!! hopefully one of many :)#im just happy bcs i felt like midyear i didnt think as much about it #but now i feel sooooooooo insane about them #i can only think about them and ideas of what i'd like to draw/write!!#catie.asks.#boy king au #lore a day

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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When you kneel against them but for a different reason

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi X Fem!Reader

Genre: Crack, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Suggestive content, mentions of giving head but only mentions, implied throat fucking

Word Count: 0.8K

A/n: Saw a Haikyuu version of this and said why not? :)

↳Osamu Dazai

This bitch

He's so full of himself, always teasing you whenever he gets a chance

It's time for the tables to turn :D

You were looking for a chance to give him a taste of his own medicine, and when you see him standing up to get himself a bottle of soda from the agency's fridge, You follow him trying to act all oblivious and innocent.

So when he takes the soda out and turns around, he's faced with your sweet but perhaps naughty smile, as you slowly kneel in front of him while your eyes are locked with each other.

A grin appears on his face, and he puts the soda back in the fridge without even turning his back to you.

"My my belladonna! I didn't know you were this greedy for my attention. But shouldn't we wait till we're in private?"

He bends a little just to gently rub his thumb on your bottom lip, and that's when you tilt your head to the side, and look at him pretending to be dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about Osamu? I'm just hiding from Kunikida because I accidentally spilled coffee on his paper!"

Yeah, sure; for fucks sake.

Dazai stares at you for a few seconds with a shocked impression, then his smirk becomes slyer. "Oh? Is that so?" "Yeah! Why? What were you thinking?" "Ha!"

Lmao

His hand reaches out for you again, but landing on your hair this time, caressing it softly.

"Well played Bella, well played; now let's go somewhere more private so you can hide from Kunikida properly; perhaps the storage room? I mean, Kunikida will be even more displeased if he catches us like this and we don't want that, do we?"

Congratulations! You have got yourself a Throat fucking session🚶🏻‍♀️

↳Atsushi Nakajima

You played this prank on him at the mall cause you know his not into sex in public and even the idea will make him a blushing mess.

So when you take a look at yourself in the mirror wearing the jeans Atsushi suggested you to try on, you though of this as the perfect opportunity and call out to him.

"Honey? Will you come here for a sec?" "Inside? ok..."

The next thing you hear is A Small rap on the door and him asking if he can come in, and after getting your approval he slowly walks in, shutting the door behind him as he smiles at how much that jean looks good on you.

"So? What do you think?" You spin around just to give him a proper view of your hips that were even more explicit now that you were wearing that tight pants, and it made him wonder what would you do if he'd unintentionally rip those gorgeous pants apart?

Since Atsushi is a pure man, he decided to keep his dirty thoughts for when you too become alone, but the poor guy has no idea that you have other plans for him.

When you notice how worked up he was from that one move you made, you knew it was the perfect time. So you slowly take a steps toward him, and finally kneel againts him while forming your lips into a sly smirk.

Oh boy he's shocked🚶🏻‍♀️

"y-y/n? right now? I- " He looks so flustered while uttering these words that you cant help but to feel bad for him; but as you all know, pranksters don't back down.

But the thing is that he didn't straightforwardly say no🚶🏻‍♀️

"Right now what? I'm just trying to see how stretchable the jeans can be!"

Congratulations you have successfully broke the man :D

He's so embarrassed. Sooooo sooooo much embarrassed.

Literally just avoids your gaze as he mumbles "O-ok, then I'll be outside w-wating for you to finish" and leaves immediately, covering his face from the blush that was starting to spread out on his skin.

Please give him the head he deserves when you get home (^人^)

↳Chuuya Nakahara

He's dangerous I personally don't recommend this🚶🏻‍♀️

But for the sake of our evil minds let's go.

You see this park on tiktok when you see him going straight to the shower after coming home from a really long day at work, you kinda feel bad about doing it but not enough to let you back down 🚶🏻‍♀️

So when he comes out of the shower and goes to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine; you slowly approach him; and when he looks at you curiously, you suddenly fall on your knees wearing that dirty, familiar smile.

Oh boy

His lips curls up into a smirk as he take a sip of his wine, and bits his bottom lip.

"You always know what I need, don't you doll? You're so g-" "Found it!"

You excitedly show him the ring he bought you for your birthday and chuckle. "I was so worried Chuu! I thought I lost it! You know how much I love- Why are you looking at me like that?!"

The dude is stunned help.

His face heats up from humiliation as he gives you a death stare and avoids your gaze.

"What?" "Nothing" "Omg Chuuya did you think-" "I said nothing y/n!"

You know what to do if you wanna wipe that pout off his face ;)

Reblogs are appreciated :>

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goggles-mcgee · 3 years

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Bruce wakes up to find himself tied to a chair at a restaurant he used to frequent quite often, he takes it in and finds Two-Face sitting across the table from him: "Harvey."

Two-Face, who had obviously been waiting for Bruce to wake up: "Bruce."

Bruce, honestly just curious as to why he was kidnapped this time and by Harvey no less: "So...any particular reason why you kidnapped me? I mean if you wanted ransom you would have taken one of my kids, you're smart Harv. You don't need to make a name for yourself like some low entry crook, you're well known "Two-Face." So, why?"

Two-Face suddenly looking away and crossing his arms before turning to look at Bruce abruptly: "You've been spending a lot of time with Quinn and Crow. Word is You've become...chums."

Bruce blinking slowly before looking around before looking back at Two-Face: "Are you....Harvey are you jealous?"

Two-Face, huffing: "Is that so hard to believe?"

"We used to be friends Wayne! Why are you spending so much time with those small time rogues!"

Bruce, taken aback by the other side of Harvey piping up, but also by the admitted jealousy: "Harvey...we are friends. Or were my visits in Arkham nothing?"

Two-Face now blushing (on one side of his face mind you): "No. I mean, yes! I always enjoy your visits, but..."

"But you don't spend time with us outside of Arkham! Nooooo, that time is spent with the Jester and Corndoll!"

"So WE decided to have dinner like we used to!"

Bruce, jaw dropped, before he composes himself and looks down at the food that has been brought out to them by one terrified server: "Harv, why do I have two entrees?"

Two-Face: "I remembered you were fond of a good steak."

"And I thought you would appreciate something exciting! New! I had the chefs make you a catfish po' boy."

Bruce after trying both dishes to appease both sides of his friend sets aside his silver ware: "Not that I don't appreciate this Harvey, but you didn't have to kidnap me for us to go out for dinner."

Two-Face, petulantly: "Quinn and Crow kidnap you and you don't seem to mind."

Bruce, shocked once more: "I...well, it's kind of more in name than anything. For our club. It started with them "kidnapping" me and it's just turned into a tradition for our meetings."

Two-Face: "... You...are in a club with those two? With them? What...what kind of club?"

♤♡◇♧♤♡◇♧

Harley: "Sooooo Two-ey wants to join the club?"

Bruce: "He really does. So can you order another custom shirt?"

Scarecrow, arms crossed: "He has to write an essay on Freud and why he dislikes him before we admit him into the club!"

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geo-winchester · 2 years

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GEEZ, I LOVE YOUR WORKS. THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS MASTERPIECE 🧎🏻‍♀️💃🏻

if you don't mind, can i get 41 and 43 from marriage life with Santiago?

Thankyou sooooo much😍😍 keep up the good works🥳🥳

THE GIRL ON THE HALL

Prompts: 41. Your beard start to tickle, I like to tell you to shave it but if I’m honest I love how you look with it.

43. “you know what this family needs?” “A new husband?” “Ja ja very funny”

A/N: hi darling, Thanks for your request and I’m sorry it took me a life to give you this but I got busy whit some stuffs but here it is, I hope you enjoy it and it’s what you expected, if you have any other idea let me now, I’ll try to write more often!

SANTIAGO “POPE” GARCIA MASTERLIST

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Santiago never imagined he’ll have a family, when he was young his only thought was the army, when he was done with it, he became a consulter but after what happened in Colombia everything changed, he got back to his hometown, he stayed close to tom’s family and helped them with whatever they needed. He was focus on them and never thought he would met someone else, until one day he saw you, he stop confused when he saw you sit on the floor of the hallway, he had seen you before, you were his neighbor, the few times he had seen you, you were in a hurry, so he haven’t really appreciate you before, you had your eyes closed as you listen to music.

-Hey, it’s everything okay?- he asked you but you didn’t move, he sighed and got close to you.

-Jesus Christ- you almos scream after you feel someone grab your shoulder -God, you almost gave me a heart attack- you notice his smile -but I’m glad that I made you smile.

-Sorry I shouldn’t be smiling.

-No, it’s fine, you have a great smile- you blush when he smirks -I mean most of the times I see you, you have always been serious… not that I noticed you before… I mean I’d seen you before but not in a creepy way…

-You have a nice smile too- he said and you couldn’t help but smile at him -So?

-So?

-Are you going to tell me why you are outside?

-Oh yes- You said -my key got stuck and the locksmith said he’ll be here at- Santiago look at his watch.

-That’s in two hours- you shrugged.

-That gives me time to listen to the podcast I’m behind- you said, he nodded.

-Do you want to wait in my apartment?- he asked you.

-Not even a date and you want me in your apartment?

-I didn’t mean it that way- you smiled.

-I know that- you said, you look at him confused when he sat next to you -What are you doing?

-Well if you don’t want to wait in my apartment, maybe I can join you, that way we can talk about that date.

Santiago couldn’t believe how much his life changed after that moment, after a couple of dates you start a relationship, then you move out together, he propose one night when you were chilling on the coach and after a small wedding you smile every time you called him husband, a couple of years laters, your son came in to your lives, if you thought you couldn’t love him more, you fall every time you saw him with his son, that soft smile when he held your boy and rock him, read him a book or just pay attention to his son. You were in the kitchen of your new home as you put everything in their places, you giggled when your husband hugged you from behind and kissed your neck.

-Your beard starts to tickle, I like to tell you to shave it but if I’m honest I love how you look with it- you said, he smirks.

-You want me to grow my beard?- you thought for a moment before you bit your lip.

-I'm going to sound really weird but I like to feel it when your head is between my legs- his smirk makes you blush.

-I’m going to please my wife.

-you know I’ll never tire of hearing you call me like that- he kisses you deeply.

-Where’s Tommy?- he asked you.

-Daddy, You’re home!- your 4 year old son screams from the stairs.

-Right here- you said as he caught your kid.

-Hey little soldier, how was your day?

-Great, mommy and I have breakfast outside, we play in our new backyard.

-You really have a great day- your kid nods.

-Ok little soldier go and play while daddy and I make dinner- you said and your son ran up to his room as you started to cook, you were in silence for a moment.

-So what do you think about this place?- he asked you.

-I love it since the first time we get inside, it looks like…

-Home- he finishes your sentence making you smile.

-But to be honest, I sometimes miss our little apartment, call me a baby but it was our special place, that’s where we met, Tommy gave his first step and…

-I know what you mean, it was special but we couldn’t be there forever- you nod, he hugs you and kisses your forehead -you know what this family needs?

-A new husband?- you asked with a smirk

-Ja ja very funny- he said.

-I know daddy!- Tommy said excitedly, none of you knew he was there -we need a movie night?- Santiago looked at you.

-Ok little soldier, go and pick the movie.

You made a little picnic in the living room, the three of you sit in the on the floor and watch the movie that your son pick, after he ate he try to stay up for as long as he could but at the middle of the movie he sleep between the two of you, Santiago look at his son and you notice how his face soft.

-Are you ok, babe?- he nods.

-It’s just that I never thought I would have this, that I had a son, a house of my own or you- you brush your cheek.

-I’m glad we found each other, you deserve this, you've been through a lot and you deserve to be happy- he gave you a small kiss.

-Thank god for that key- he said as he put an arm around your shoulders.

-Are you going to tell me what this family needs- you notice how he gets serious.

-I want another baby- you sit and look at him surprised -We talk about having another when we’re ready and I think we’re ready, what do you…- he stops when he notices that a few tears form in your eyes -darling are you ok?

-Yes, I’m just really happy that you think that because- you took your phone and showed him some test, his eyes opened when he realized what it said.

-You’re pregnant?- you nod.

-Apparently that prebye to our bedroom got us luck.

-God I love that place- you smile -So another addition to the Garcia family?- you nod, he takes your cheek and kisses you -I love you.

-I’m glad, if you wouldn’t this would be uncomfortable- he giggles, the two of you tense when Tommy move -I think we should take him to his bed- Santiago nod, he help you to stand up, you watch how he took your son -Do you really think we’re ready?

-Of course, beside were a team, we can do this- he said as he brushes your cheek, when you finally nod he smile -Come on Mrs. Garcia, let’s take this little soldier to bed.

Xxxxxxxxx

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ladycatofwinterfell · 2 years

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About the praise thing. I have a head canon.

The first time Cat called Ned “handsome” he was confused and started blushing and stammering because no one ever thinks he’s handsome. Cat doesn’t understand why people think that because she thinks he’s very cute even though he’s not extremely hot like Brandon. So she likes to randomly call him handsome to get that reaction out of him.

I just love the thought of Catelyn being absolutely delighted by Ned’s reactions when she compliments him. Sooooo have a super short drabble

Catelyn looked up as Ned entered her chamber. She had not seen him since the previous night, and was quite surprised about his spontaneous visit. He rarely came to her during the days unless they had business they needed to conduct together.

“Is there anything I can do for you, my lord?” she asked.

She once more turned her eyes down to the dress in her hands. It was not quite finished, but she imagined she would be happy with the result. Sansa would be so pretty in it. There was nothing Catelyn liked more than making her daughter clothes. Robb had never been interested in it, but Sansa was always so sweet.

“I was told you had Sansa with you” he answered. “I wanted to see her.”

“It was time for her to rest, so she’s in the nursery.”

“Alright.”

She expected him to leave after that. Not that she wished for him to leave, though he had no reason to stay. She enjoyed his company, she liked when he was with her. The more she grew to know him the more she wanted to be around him, he was a good man. And a good husband.

“What are you doing, my lady?” he asked, coming further into the room.

Catelyn could not help the smile that graced her face at his question. She held up the little dress for him to see.

“I am making a dress for Sansa” she told him.

“It’s very pretty, I’m sure she will be happy with it.”

“She likes pretty things, our daughter.”

“Well, she takes after her mother in beauty.”

“She also has a handsome father.”

Catelyn had lowered the dress and picked up her needle again, continuing to sew. It took her a few moments to notice her husband had gone quiet.

He had turned his face downwards, and avoided her gaze when she attempted to look him in the eye.

A knot tied in her stomach and she felt herself go cold. Why wouldn’t he look at her? Had she somehow offended him? What had she even said? She couldn’t remember it. She had not put much thought behind it. And oh how she regretted that.

“My lord, do forgive me” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“No, my lady– I… I don’t know. There’s nothing to forgive.”

He looked up at her for a very short moment and she caught notion of that his cheeks had flushed red under his beard.

“Clearly I have somehow offended you” she pointed out.

She wished to know what it was she had said so that she would not repeat it.

“You have not offended me, Catelyn” he sighed, and his gaze flickered all over the room.

“Then what did I do?”

“You called me handsome.”

His voice was almost as low as a whisper, as if he was ashamed of saying it.

“You are handsome” she found herself responding.

She tried to keep the smile off her face, it felt inappropriate. Once she realised she was failing she had to raise a hand to cover her mouth.

So that was what had flustered him so. The cold feeling had been replaced by a flutter in her heart she only associated with her youth, when a handsome boy would kiss her hand and tell her she was beautiful. No handsome boy had kissed her hand, she had just told her husband he was handsome. And he was so thrown off by it that he could barely get out words.

It was with wonder she discovered just how much she liked that. He was so sweet.

“You need not try to appease me with flattery, my lady, that is unnecessary” he said.

“I’m not saying that to appease you, I’m saying that because I believe you are handsome.”

She had not thought so first time she laid eyes on him, but it had grown on her. She wondered how she had not seen it before when it was so obvious then. Perhaps not handsome in the traditional way, but in his own way. And she certainly liked that way. She would have to tell him much more often.

Slowly Catelyn put aside what she had in her hands and pushed herself up from the chair she had been sitting in. As she approached him he looked up at her somewhat sheepishly.

“You are handsome, Eddard Stark” she whispered, laying her arms around him.

She did not know where she had found the confidence and courage to do that, but there was something with it all that made her unable to keep herself away from him. She wanted more of that wonderful feeling.

“You may not see it yourself, but I see it” she continued, delighted by the smile that was tugging at the corners of his lips.

She would be able to stay alive for hundreds of years purely on that feeling. No food was necessary, no drink was necessary, she never had to pray again. Seeing him blush as she called him handsome was all she needed. Where had that come from? Since when did she gain such happiness from it?

“You are much too kind” he said, still avoiding her gaze.

“No, it is only what you deserve.”

She would have to do that much more often.

#they are so in love #absolute babies #now this is not my best writing but it’s something #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #ned stark #ned x cat #my drabble

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