#not horribly. but if you put em side by side you could definitely see it

[thedo0zyslider]

your trademark for me are the colors I love how they work together, night and bright and they look good with shading But also the lineart I like, I am a fan or more bolder strokes also just want to say I see you improving everytime I see stuff from you on the artside and i am excited to see how it develops more your writing... I don't need to say you know how much i adore your writing and what I adore the most and probably would recognize everytime is just the way you write small actions between dialog. I love those. Your writing is very visual

ahh the colors! friends have told me im really good with colors for years now, so its something i kinda pride myself on. glad i'm still holding up lol (even if picking them can be kinda hard sometimes.) And the lineart!! i cannot stand drawing with thin lines, so thats why all my stuff is so thick

and joi!! i see you improving with art all the time too!! i adore all your artworks so much and its such a joy to see them <33

with writing it feels kinda empty? to me if there's just lines of dialogue with minimal action, so i sprinkle in as much as possible (i really like books with details and visual writing style, and i think my brain just absorbs that stuff like a sponge) sometimes i think i add too much detail, and recently ive been trying to have single lines of dialogue/narration that stand/are effective on their own

[mama-qwerty]

Same Difference

Yet another Knucklesverse piece.

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Little Z sat to the side of the Sanctuary, watching as a few other Knuckles’ sparred, or chatted, or played a board game. His violet eyes flicked over them, watching so many faces that looked like his laugh and argue and furrow their brows in concentration.

Most of the time, he really enjoyed being here and seeing that he wasn’t alone in the universe. Universes. That there were others like him, who could understand him and protect him and care for him. It made him happy to see other echidna, even if they were technically all different versions of himself.

Most of the time.

Today, it was as if his eyes were pulled to the other echidna’s hands. Some of the others went glove-less at the Sanctuary, the only place they felt comfortable enough to do so. It was refreshing to have more dexterity for delicate tasks, without their bulky mitts getting in the way.

Without their mitts, the definitive spikes on the backs of their hands, right below their last knuckle, were plain to see. The others paid them no mind as they went about their fun. And why would they? Those spikes were part of them, they weren’t exactly something to pay all that much attention to. It would be like thinking about your own tail. Who puts any real thought into their tail? It was just there. It didn’t need contemplated. To the others, their spikes were the same way.

Z dropped his gaze to the back of his own hands. Rubbed his thumb over the spot where his spikes would have grown. Had he survived long enough to reach puberty, they would have started growing in earnest, becoming just as impressive and formidable as the ones on all the other echidna here.

Tiny little bumps marked the spots where he should have sported the same spikes as the others. They had mountains. He had mole hills. You didn’t even know they were there unless you rubbed your fingers across them.

Which is what Z did. He sat with his limbs pulled close to his body, eyes focused on the hands that should have sported spikes, but were glaringly, frustratingly, heart-breakingly bare.

It reminded him of how he’d become what he was. The priests who had been so nice to him as he grew up, so caring and kind and protective, suddenly changed when he had come of age to be linked to the Master Emerald. He trusted them, and they hurt him. The ritual they’d been preparing him for his entire life had gone wrong, horribly wrong, and they . . . didn’t care. He’d screamed for them to help him, and they didn’t. And he had . . .

Tears pricked his eyes, and Z wiped them away in a hurry. He may have been the youngest Knuckles, but he wasn’t a baby. He’d never seen any of the others cry. They were all strong and brave and confident. He had to be like them.

His thumb traveled over the back of his hand again.

Even if he would never be like them. Not really.

“I don’t have ‘em, either.”

The voice startled him out of his thoughts, and Z turned to see Gnarly walking toward him. The lanky teen stopped beside him, lowering himself down to a casual sit with one knee up. He offered Z a little smile, shrugging one shoulder.

“Saw you sittin’ all alone and thought you could use some company.”

Z looked down to the backs of his hands. “I died before they could grow.”

Gnarly watched the boy for a second, before pulling his own mitts off. He held his hands out for Z to see. They were rough and scarred, evidence of a life spent scraping out a meager existence in an overgrown jungle world. He turned them over, showing the backs.

They were as flat and bare as Z’s.

“Miss Maddie says it’s ‘cause we didn’t have much food when I was growing up. Called it malnu . . . malnu . . .” He furrowed his brow, before shaking his head with a shrug. “Mal something. My body didn’t get what it needed so it didn’t grow right.”

Z stared, and reached a tentative hand out to touch Gnarly’s. He paused for a second before making contact, flicking his eyes up to make sure it was okay. Gnarly was one of the more anxious Knuckles’, and Z had learned it was best to check before doing anything that may make him uncomfortable.

A little smile curled Gnarly’s lip, and he nodded. Z’s fingers gently traced the back of the teen’s hands. There weren’t even little bumps like Z had. It was just flat.

“Does it bother you?” Z asked as he pulled his hands back, his voice quiet. “Not having them?”

Gnarly looked away for a second, twisting his mouth a little as he thought. “I dunno. I didn’t even know echidna grew spikes on their hands like that.” He uttered a short laugh. “I didn’t even know I was an echidna before coming here. I just knew I was different from everyone back home.” He looked at his hands, shaking his head. “I guess I kinda felt like something was missing, ‘cause when I saw those thorns, it just seemed right to put ‘em on my gloves like that.”

Z looked down at Gnarly’s gloves and picked one up to slip onto his own hand. It was too big for him, but the large thorn spikes attached to the back made him smile. He felt like the other more grown up Knuckles’.

“There you are,” a new voice said, and the two turned to see Ren and Dread moving closer. “Thought we were gonna play cards.”

“As long as Dread doesn’t cheat this time,” Gnarly said with a snicker.

Dread huffed. “I make no such promises, lad. Ye two just need t’ get better at bluffin’.” He glanced between Gnarly and Z. “What be ye two chattin’ about?”

Z pulled his lips tight. It was one thing to talk to another of the younger Knuckles’ about this, but Dread and Ren were older. Grown up. They would just laugh if they found out Z didn’t have his spikes.

The little zombie pulled his hands closer to him, tucking them in to hide the backs.

Ren flicked his eyes to Gnarly’s ungloved hands, and the way Z was acting, his gaze softening a bit.

“Oh, I get it.” He moved to sit next to his little brother. “Don’t sweat it, Little Z. I don’t got ‘em, neither.”

Z’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “You don’t?”

The heavily scarred echidna shook his head, pulling his gloves off to show. Where his spikes should have been were jagged bits of broken bone protruding from the backs of his hands. Z winced. They looked painful.

“Do they hurt?”

Ren shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“How did that happen?”

“Sometimes the egghead’s bots don’t go down as easy as you think,” he said, flexing his fingers. “They musta been experimentin’ with some new metal or something a couple years back, ‘cause it took a lot more umph to take ‘em out.”

A silence fell over the group, and Z bit his lip. “Sorry, Ren. That musta hurt.”

The older echidna shrugged. “Eh, sometimes you break the bots,” he curled his hands into fists and held them up. “And sometimes they break you.” He waved his hand before dropping them into his lap. “It happens.”

“’Suppose it be my turn t’ show what I got,” Dread said with a sigh as he sat on Gnarly’s other side. He peeled his gloves off and showed the scars on the backs of his hands. “Lost ‘em when I be ‘bout yer age, L’il Z.”

Z’s eyes went wide. The scars were jagged and pink, crisscrossed with faint white lines that had long ago healed. “What happened?”

Dread pulled his lips tight. “That be a story I don’t believe ye’re ready t’ hear, lad.” His voice was soft, and held a strange combination of sadness and bitterness. “But I’ll tell ye this, losin’ ‘em didn’t stop me from becomin’ a mighty fine pirate captain.”

“And I still bash those Council bots just fine,” Ren added with a little smirk.

Gnarly shrugged. “I never knew I was supposed to have ‘em, so I didn’t exactly miss ‘em.”

Z looked between the three, his eyes big and round. “So . . . it’s okay if I don’t have ‘em?”

The triplets chuckled a little, shaking their heads as Ren lifted his hand to show the back again.

“Little man, these ain’t what make you a Knuckles. Ya gotta wanna do the right thing, and fight for what ya believe in.”

Gnarly nodded. “You gotta stick with your friends, and do what you have to do to keep everyone together.”

“Ye gotta destroy yer enemies and show ye be better than any o’ the rest of ‘em.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to Dread. The pirate smiled, flashing his gold tooth.

“’R maybe that just be me,” he chuckled. “Fine. Ye gotta . . . somethin’ somethin’ the true treasure be the friends we made along the way, I dunno. I still be figurin’ it out meself, t’ be honest.”

The other three snickered, and Z smiled as he handed Gnarly back his glove.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Feel better?” Ren asked with a smile, an eyebrow cocked.

Z nodded. “Feel better.”

“Good,” Dread said, grabbing his gloves as he pulled himself to his feet. “C’mon lad. Ye can wear me gloves if ye like, while I hand these two their tails in a completely fair and non-cheatin’ game o’ cards.”

Ren barked out a laugh as they headed toward the card table. “Fair and non-cheating? You even know the meaning of those words?”

“Maybe he stole a dictionary from someone,” Gnarly said with a giggle.

Dread leveled a stink-eye at both of them. “Ye be makin’ me look bad in front o’ the lad.”

“You don’t need our help to do that!” Ren laughed as they took their seats. “You do a good enough job on your own.”

“I’ll make ye eat that hat o’ yers, Rennie.”

“Don’t call me Rennie.”

“Oh lighten up, Rennie,” Gnarly said pulling the cards from the table’s drawer. “It’s your turn to deal.”

“Stay close lad,” Dread said, lowering his voice as he spoke to Z. “I’ll show ye how t’ tell when these two lubbers be bluffin’.”

“Stop warping the kid’s mind, Dread.” Ren shuffled the cards, his eyes cast to his pirate brother. “He’s too young for this kinda thing.”

“If ye say so, Rennie.” Dread flicked his eyes down to Z and dropped a quick wink.

Little Z smiled as he slid into the chair next to Dread. He pulled the pirate’s gloves over his little hands, and grunted when he discovered just how heavy they were. But he kept them on, and watched as the light in the Sanctuary shone on the metal spikes attached to the back of them.

The card game went on around him, and Z watched as the three older echidna played and argued and bluffed. It was nice to know there were others who were like him. Who didn’t have those signature spikes on the back of their hands. It made him feel less alone. Less weird.

There were plenty of other things that made him different. But this was one thing he was glad he had in common with them.

[clumsiestgiantess]

Day 20: Garden

Another small addition to the Takeover Scenario, a few months after the day Hannah & Grady met

“It’s a.. place for plants?” Hannah tried, looking expectantly up at me.  She was slowly figuring out my language, and I was gradually learning hers.  “A garden?” I asked.  “A nedrag.  Yeah, a gar- den.”  “Your people set up a camp in a public garden?” I asked incredulously, “Why?”  “It’s easier to get food,” she replied in almost perfect ‘giant’ English.  “If things…  raepassid, it would be-”  Again, she paused, trying to come up with the right words.  “Put on?  Oh, blamed!  It would be blamed on the giants.”  

I nodded, impressed.  “You’re getting better!”  Hannah smiled at me proudly.  The moment was suddenly broken by the sound of my phone’s timer going off.  “Ha!  S’ti emit ot hctiws segaugnal!”  I groaned in mock agony, flopping down backwards on the bed.  “Come on, you definitely made the timer shorter-”  Hannah cut me off with an expectant glance.  “Ko, enif,” I gave in. “S’ti eht- eht nedrag ta eht dne fo ym neighborhood, thgir?”  She sighed impatiently, “Pey, tub s’ti doohrobhgien.”  I rolled over on my side, glancing sheepishly at her.  “Er’uoy annog evah ot dnuos taht eno tuo rof em, Hannah.  S’ti oot gnol.”  

After a long back and forth of me trying to sound out Hannah’s language, I got the gist of what she was trying to tell me about.  There was a settlement of her kind not too far from my house.  We figured she could live there, with people like her, and sneak away to come visit me.  She wanted me to go scout out the place, and see whether the camp was still standing, or if it had suffered the same freezing fate of her own camp.

I biked to the garden, leaving Hannah safely at home in her fancy house inside my desk.  Honestly, I’m not sure what I hope to find at the site of the other camp.  For the Survivors’ sakes, I wished they had somewhere semi-safe to hide, but if there is a safe place, Hannah would move out.  Of course, she needs someplace to live, but I kind of wanted her to stay with me.  I always get guilty thinking about it.  It seems so selfish of me to want her to stay living in my house, hidden from everyone just to keep her from being thrown into the street.

When I arrived at the site, I found a lot of normal people, but no signs of Survivors.  A group of kids ran around the bushes, dodging eachother in a game of tag.  I stayed to the outside of it, sure that the Survivors would be smart enough not to make camp anywhere near the well-traveled pathways.  While I scoured the woods nearby, children’s cries broke through the relative silence.  “Look!  Look!  There it is!”  “Catch it!”  “There it goes!”  I wandered curiously over in their direction while their parents ignored them.  The group of kids had paused their game, and were spread out around a section of the foliage, surrounding a bush.  There was a Survivor huddled underneath it.  

The group tried to shoo the tiny human out so they could catch him.  The poor guy looked like he was about to start hyperventilating from the sheer amount of people that surrounded him.  Clearly, whatever town that was here prior had been discovered.  Suddenly, the Survivor made a dash for a larger bush to better protect himself, but he was swiped up into a net that one of the children carried with them.  A tiny scream was overshadowed by the excited sounds of the group celebrating their catch.  I ran over as fast as I dared, trying to come up with an excuse to get the poor man out of there.

“Hey!  Thanks for catching my pet for me!  He got out of the yard and I’ve been chasing him for a while!”  I knew that some people kept Survivors as exotic pets, so I decided to play into the awful practice.  The kids all turned to me, confused.  “Huh?  What are you talking about?”  “We’ve been trying to catch this little guy for weeks!  He lives in that hole and we keep digging him up so we can catch him.”  Well, that sounded horrible.  I could only imagine what the Survivor had to go through, trying to hide in some ditch in the ground somewhere, only to be dragged out and chased down by a group of kids for days at a time.

“Well, uhh.. That’s how long he’s been missing!  I’m so glad you found him!”  I reached for the kid’s net, but they held it away from me, giving me a suspicious glance.  “Prove it!”  “What?”  “Prove he’s your pet!”  The other kids started chiming in, asking me his name and where I bought him from.  I gave them fake places and names, knowing they themselves wouldn’t know if the information was correct or not.  Many of the kids seemed satisfied with my response, but the one with the net still held it tightly.  “Call him by his name, then.  We’ll know he’s yours if he reacts to it.”

Damn what was this kid’s problem?  They held up the net with a hand over the top, letting the Survivor see me without letting them out of the net.  “H-Hey, Sparky!” I called, using the fake name I’d given a moment ago.  Of course he didn’t respond.  I could try speaking his language; that would get a reaction from him — if I get it right.  “Olleh?  Fi uoy tnaw ot get yawa morf these sdik, you’re gniog ot evah ot tsurt em.”  I jumbled up some English words with the Survivors’ language by accident, but hopefully it would be enough for them to understand.  Thankfully, the sound of some familiar words coming from a ‘giant’ like myself immediately got his attention.  He stared at me through the netting, mouth gaping.

“See?” I told the kid, gesturing to the Survivor’s now rigid posture.  “Fine.”  With a pout, they deposited the contents of the net haphazardly on the ground.  The Survivor scrambled up to his feet, backing away from the kid until he hit my foot, nearly tripping on it.  He looked up at me with wide eyes, but didn’t run.  Miraculously — or because I’d spoken his language — the Survivor seemed to trust me.  “Come on, Sparky,” I called, gesturing for the man to follow me as I took a few steps away.  He practically flew down the path after me, and I kept going until we were out of the kids’ sight.

“Alright,” I sighed, “That was a close one.  One of those kids was really nosey for no reason.”  The Survivor jogged to my side, leaning over with winded breaths.  “Ereh, tel em kcip uoy pu,” I offered.  The man flinched, “Hw- Woh od uoy kaeps Hsilgne?  Stnaig t’nod wonk woh ot kaeps ruo egaugnal!”  I only understood parts of what he was saying, but I did my best to reply.  “M’i sdneirf htiw eno fo uoy.  Ehs taught em.”  He blinked up at me, thoroughly shocked and confused.  “Tel em kcip uoy pu,” I repeated, leaving my open hands on the ground for him.  “You look tired.”  

The Survivor backed away from me, unsure.  I tried to remember enough of their language to convince him.  “M’i tsuj getting uoy yawa morf siht ecalp — those sdik.  Uoy nac emoc talk htiw ym dneirf!  Ll’ehs probably nialpxe sgniht better naht I did.”  With hesitant steps, the Survivor came closer, gently situating themselves in my palms.  As I lifted them, they turned back to look nervously at me.  “It’s alright!” I assured him, “S’tahw ruoy eman?”  “Semaj,” he replied, posture slackening a bit.  I nodded, making my way back to the house.  I had a lot to explain to Hannah, but hopefully she wouldn’t be too upset.  After all, she’d always have a home with me.

[kip-and-kit-nightengale]

Claybrooke Hixon. Ranch Details

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My family, Kip,Kit and I all had a lunch the girls made. It was really good and we all complimented it pretty heavily!

"I'm impressed, ladies." My dad commented. "Wow, a nice comment?" Kip lightly joked. My dad glared a tad and my mom tsk'd at him. "Honey, you have been rather brash." "You're takin the outlaws side?!" He sighed a little. "Okay...maybe I've been a tad harsh...I apologize." Kip smiled a little "I *might* forgive ya." He teased. My dad just gently shook his head and then looked at my mom. "So...what did you girls talk about?!" Mom looked at Kip, Kit looked at me and they began giggling at my dad. He studied my mom hard before gasping. "You and your damn need for adventure, woman!" He yelled, very clearly messing around with her. She giggled and hugged my dad "Oh honey, it's nothing! You're still my tame one and only!" He shook his head and pulled her down in a seat beside him. Kip was totally lost and I were totally lost. "What need for adventure?" I asked. "Claybrooke, it seems your mother has found you a new dad in your dark horse over there!" I laughed and Kip turned a deep red, making Kit burst out laughing. "MAY I EXCUSE MYSELF FROM THE TABLE?" Kip yelled, clearly and rightfully embarrassed. That made everyone laugh more and I stood up "C'mon, outlaw! I'm sure we can find more chores!" He nodded and grabbed his hat along with a cigarette and ran outside "Let's hop to it, heifer!" I followed after, laughter still ringing as we shut the door. He leaned against the house and dramatically slid down to the ground, unlit cigarette in mouth. "You're really not used to that sort of...attention, huh?" "Not in the slightest! Your mama is a kind lady but yeesh!" "I understand and I apologize. My family shows any and all kinds of appreciation very strongly." "It's not a big deal, heifer. I'm sure it's just to mess with me." He lit his cigarette. "What chore we doin next?" "None" '...what?" "We got everything done already! Gotta say, Kip. Despite yer yellin you're a bit of a natural for hard labor and farm work!" "Well it ain't my favorite thing but I'm willin. Say, what's the plan now?" "Well...ya can finish that there cigarette and then we can head back inside! Let em know we finished and then just relax a bit. Maybe help the gals with dinner." "Sounds good to me heifer!" And that's just what we did.

"Yer done?! With all yer chores?!" Dad asked. "Sure am!" "Those normally take ya till sunrise, boy, how'd you-?!" "-Kip helped me!" My dad looked at him, mouth agape. He leaned over the table and shook Kip's hand. "You a farmer's boy?!" "No sir, just ain't a stranger to labor...." "Then son, again, why be an outlaw?!" He shrugs "Somethin about seeing yer face be put on a wanted poster makes ya feel powerful! Despite the nicknames they give ya...." "They usually give those guys glorious names!" "Yeah...usually...." "Well, boy, whats yours?!" "...Uh...coffin dodger...." He replied sheepishly. "THATS YOU?!" My mama yelled. "Yup...." "But yer so young!" He nods a bit and put his bandana over is nose. "Not with this on...." My mom nodded slowly and began to understand. "They all think I'm 40 or so." "At least yer name isn't so bad...though insulting given yer far from coffin age." My dad added. "Yeah, definitely could be worse." "Kip 'Coffin Dodger' Nightengale isn't that bad." "No, it ain't, but they don't know the 'Kip' or 'Nightengale' part." "True...." "What's yers, Kit?!" I ask. "I'm often referred to as the Black-Hearted Harlot." "Horrible but glorified." I stated. She nodded and shrugged "It's pretty great...I often hear I'm a vampire, witch, siren, demon, all the neat yet dangerous things!" She said, giggling. "What interesting lives you two live!" My mom exclaimed. The twins nodded and smiled at eachother. "Do you guys need help with anything?" I asked. "Do you and Kip mind helping clean as Kit and I start dinner?!" "Not at all!" I say and Kip nods in agreement. We all started on dinner and cleaning and now it's about to be plated, so I reckon I'd head out there!

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

OOC:// I hope this is okay, but I've kinda been itching to say that the therapist bojack/ cartman and related threads that I've come across are so cool in concept and really well written on both sides! I definitely enjoy SP for what it is, but something about that dynamic kinda makes me wish it could be more story/ character arc driven like in BJH's storytelling. I don't think SP would ever go in a direction like that (without it ending horribly, especially for cartman), so it has been cool to see that explored.

Also, I'm not entirely sure how to put this into words, but I kinda like how you don't seem to put characters through behind-the-scenes reception arcs via headcanons before writing them. If they canonically have struggled with things or have negative traits, your characters aren't so reformed that those things won't come up or be a problem again. It seems like you stay really true to the idea that characters have the complexity to say and do inexcusable things, but still not have to be written as a story antagonist 100% of the time because of that. It's definitely more interesting when characters don't have to either be watered down into sweethearts, or get completely vilified and live on the fringes of society with no positive connections.

Thank you! The amazing write of bojack horsman definitely helped with how i write him obviously (: I just like the idea of him having people around to care about him and vice versa as the show kinda ended rather bittersweet with him losing diane ): , though i love the message of accountability and how suicide is not the desirable outcome. people that think it would be better are so not understanding why bojack fans relate toe him i tell ya it aint due to how he treated sarah lynn/penny but more so depression/mother issues /a desire to belive you can be better even after being awful. The idea of bojack being anyone's therapist to cartman to me felt very bizzare even though it was my idea but i thought it be fun. I think on n some level it felt like he would hate the idea but when he's doing well, the advice he has for friends is rather decent mainly in s6 with dianes depression. and being a kids therapist would only work in south park really where they don't care at all about kids security. its def been fun to have him react to the insanity .. he spent his life wanting to be in a sitcom and when hes in one that happens to have mass murderor eric cartman its just too much man he can't cope xd. I find the idea of writing characters as perfect saints or devils to be massively boring, a trend i've eyed in other fandoms example azula has been treated as a misunderstood poor woobie who did nothing wrong ever and abusive ursa/iroh are to blame for her shengaians .. and it drives me crazy. ive also heard tales of zuzos woobification that come off as to me as imperfect victims with anger issues are unloveable if we don't remove their flaws. its very jarring to see angry charactres get turned into soft meowmeows. the south park fandom itself struggles to deal with Stan, Kyle and Butters, even Kenny being less than perfect. Stan being a shitty boyfriend? OOC. Butters being sexist OOC.. despite it being a real occuring trait of his for many many seasons.. as well as his own violent temper issues due to all the abuse he endures but cartman? not being evil and caring for his friends thats OOC.. its a real annoying problem in fandoms something I have zero desire to embrace. I love bojack due to his flaws, not inspite of em flaws make characters more empathiic, if you remove em they become stale and boring.

It's definitely more interesting when characters don't have to either be watered down into sweethearts, or get completely vilified and live on the fringes of society with no positive connections. Yes I agree its why the ending while it made me cry it was nice to see bojack still have friends like Todd/ Mr. Peanutbutter/ aquaintess with PC .. tho I think Mr. PB is prob his best friend now.. even if hes still obessed with whoever erica is.. I feel the show also left open the possibilites that even if he did relaspe, he could always get better.. as Todd says. which is a better message than fools thinking ole bobo should have stayed dead, that would have been so much more damaging to fans of the show.. and a terrible terrible ending. so while i wish diane/him stayed buds at least he has a few friends and isn't.. dead...

thanks for the ask (:

[stalwaria]

[ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ]

it's early in the morning and morion has just finished a tough workout. the forests surrounding the monastery are sturdy and dense, which makes for great pull weights! not to mention the mountainous trails that seem to go on forever... he ought to ask diamant to do a routine with him one of these days. it ain't home, but it'll do!

now he's in the communal kitchen making a nice recovery breakfast---some sausage and a big ol' portion of oatmeal. boy, he can't wait to weigh this thing down with some fruit...

but soon he's not alone. morion's ears pick up the sound of the doors opening and closing, and he looks behind him to see... wow. now there's a girl who's definitely ALSO finished with a workout.

" mornin', " morion calls over his shoulder. his sausages spit at him, so he whacks them with his spatula. " hard at work this early, eh? well, that's respectable. "

he waves his new company over and fishes out a cooked sausage from his pan. " here. have a sausage---i call 'em Ass Kickers. i put some spices in it to wake me up, so i hope it ain't too much. oh, and if you want some oatmeal, help yourself. "

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 ( still accepting! )

Etie flips her hair over her shoulder as she enters the kitchens, sighing as the cooler air of the building hits her dampened skin. It was customary to have a meal after a good workout—filled with plenty of protein and carbs, to ensure that her muscles healed up nicely from all the strain.

It wasn't all that surprising to see someone else in there, but the man's extremely broad figure does take her back for a moment. She can't help but stare in some mix of awe and admiration. Those wide shoulders. That back. Those calves. This guy was huge!

When he turns to look over his shoulder, however—

"...Wha—?"

Wasn't this guy... Brodia's king? Brodia's OTHER king. The one who got his petal scattered by King Hyacinth. (Who then got his scattered by Sombron.)

Etie had been there, fighting in that cathedral. Running in the mad escape from it, too. That horrible, terrible time definitely hadn't been a dream, and yet...

"...I've never been one for slacking off. You could either work or lie around, and there's no way I'm doing the latter." She settles on saying. Did anyone else know this man was here? "I thought I'd get a good breakfast after my morning workout. Retain muscle mass, and all that."

At the man's invitation, Etie hesitates a moment before approaching his side, peering curiously at the sausages on the pan. Meat was exactly what she had been looking for... but, the spices...

Curse her Firenese intolerance.

"Sure! I can take one. Just one. Um, Sir." He was still a king, she had to remember her formalities, "I'd love some oatmeal too, and... maybe a glass of milk?"

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Knight in Shining Red Armor | Dante + Child!Reader (DMC 4)

A/N: Hey so this is a rewrite of one of my first (and only) DMC fic from like...2016. This takes place post-DMC 4

You can read the og one on my DeviantArt! But if you're here for the new one then I hope ya'll enjoy!

Summary: Child!Reader was taken under Dante's wing after being saved from a demon invasion, but even years later he hesitates to tell them what he truly is, fearing they'll resent him for his demonic heritage.

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"Hey, um..Dante?"

"What's up, kiddo?" The red-clad devil hunter asked, though he wasn't completely paying attention to you. Rather he was sitting at his desk, feet kicked up as he was flipping through a magazine.

Meanwhile you were roaming around the shop, stopping only to gaze at the massive curved sword with glowing gems hanging on the wall behind him. He mentioned claiming many weapons--"Devil Arms" as they were called--from defeated demons, but you were curious about their names.

"Just wondering..what's that sword behind you called?"

"The Sparda. It sealed the barrier between the Underworld and human world. Nero went through hell and back, quite literally, to return it to me, so don't even think about touching......it?"

Dante put the magazine down as he turned to see you holding the Sparda in your small hands. You smiled triumphantly, but stumbled a bit before the blade accidentally slammed into the wooden floor, making you wince.

"Oops."

Yet your little act amused him, as he chuckled and shook his head. "You're a little too young to go devil-hunting, I'm afraid. But maybe one day you will."

"And maybe you can help pay off Dante's debt, too." Trish lightly joked as she entered the room, taking the giant sword from you and putting it back on the wall.

Her words were responded by a groan from the male, who went back to reading.

"Whatcha reading?"

Dante slowly lowered the magazine to see you sitting on his desk, but he just snapped it shut and tossed it into the trash, out of your line of sight. "Nothing that eyes like yours gotta see."

"Okay....ooooooh, what's this briefcase?" Hopping off the desk, you ran over to Pandora and crouched down to poke the skull emblem.

"Pandora. That baby can turn into six hundred and sixty six different weapons, but...right now we only have access to seven." Now he was feeling like an exhausted teacher on a museum trip, trying to explain each exhibit to his hyper first graders--the exhibits being his Devil Arms.

Yet as you ran around asking him about more of them, he couldn't help but see his childhood-self reflected in you. Just full of energy and never-ending curiosity and optimism.

Yeah..he definitely saw the resemblance.

Eventually you decided to leave him be and dash off to your room.

And only then did Dante drop his smile, sighing as he put both feet back on the ground. He ran a hand through his hair before dragging it down the side of his face tiredly.

"You know..you'll have to tell them eventually." Trish reminded.

"How, though? That kid's afraid of all demons..hybrids or not. I'm pretty sure saying "oh by the way the guy who rescued you is actually half-demon" is gonna send 'em running, and...I can't risk that." He shook his head, gazing at the jukebox in the corner.

"But I think [y/n]'s old enough to comprehend the concept of not all demons being evil," Lady chimed in after overhearing the conversation. "Just give it to them straight and I'm sure they'll understand."

As much as Dante wanted to argue, he saw that she had a valid point. But he still worried...

How would you react?

It's been a few years since he saved you from a Mega Scarecrow, though it turned out that more demons invaded your neighborhood, slaughtering everyone you knew and loved. And as he took you back to the shop to patch you up, he could see the terror in your eyes, any traces of innocence long gone.

No child should have gone through such a tragedy.

A tragedy that he was all-too familiar with.

After the defeat of the Savior, things have been looking up. You've regained your happiness as you lived in Devil May Cry and learned of Dante's tales of devil hunting, though the memories of that horrible night never truly left you alone.

Along with that, just seeing a demon is enough to make you run and hide, and you were terrified when you first met Nero and saw his demonic arm.

From that incident alone, Dante became extremely reluctant to tell you of his own demonic heritage.

He just didn't know if he's only hurting you more by keeping it hidden..

...............

Later that night, you were plagued by yet another nightmare. Different demons, same neighborhood...same deaths of your loved ones.

But in this one Dante got hurt, too. And you tried so hard to be brave for him, even shouting in the demon's face...but in the end you failed as it snatched you away, dragging you into the darkness of the Underworld before he could reach you.

Although you calmed down since awakening, you wanted to be sure he was alright.

So with what little moonlight shone in the shop's darkness, you located the worn sofa where Dante laid. He was engrossed in some TV program, though after sensing your presence his eyes flickered to you.

No words had to be exchanged in order for him to see what was wrong, as he sat up and patted the spot beside him. You smiled in relief and climbed onto the sofa, snuggling into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. "Th-Thanks, Dante."

"No prob. So uh..another nightmare, I guess?"

"Yeah, but..they hurt you, too and...I-I tried staying brave. I shouted at them to leave you alone and..they didn't listen. But...I think one of them looked scared of me."

"Wow." He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Gotta say I'm impressed."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Y'know demons are used to seeing kids scream and cry, not take a stand against them. Plus that's pretty epic of you to defend me, so thanks." With a smile, he ruffled your hair.

"You're welcome," you giggled a bit. "But..I really just wanna be as brave as you. I mean...Nero says you laugh at giant demons and tease them all the time. How do you do that without being scared?"

"Well..it comes with the business. Getting them riled up just makes the fight more fun. At least for me. You might think I'm crazy but if ya decide to hunt demons one day...you'll see what I mean."

"But until then, could I watch you fight one? Like a big bad one?"

"......."

"Dante?"

"..kid, there's a reason I never took you on any missions." Dante sighed, swallowing back the growing lump in his throat as he carefully planned his next words. "And how I always...bounce back from getting smacked by a demon tail. No human would be able to withstand that without some broken bones."

"Oh?" You tilted your head. "Then..how can you if you're human?"

"....because I'm not fully human."

As much as he wanted to shut up, he decided to tell you the truth once and for all, not sugarcoating anything:

He explained how his parents were a demon and human--a forbidden romance which resulted in himself and Virgil being born. His bloodline allowed them to blend in with humans, exercise their demonic abilities in battle, and even tap into their true demon forms.

All the while you listened silently, with not much emotion on your face. So it was hard for him to tell what you were probably thinking in this moment.

It scared him.

"...and that's it." He sighed, closing his eyes and looking away from you. "So go ahead and hate me if you want. I won't blame you for-"

"Can you show me?"

Dante blinked stupidly as he swung his head back towards you, wondering if he heard you right.

"I...wish you told me before, but I don't wanna be scared of demons anymore." You smiled a tiny bit as you elaborated. "Especially not one who helped me. So...can I see your other form?"

"...a-alright. Just...if you get scared I can turn back instantly, so don't freak."

"I won't."

He had doubts you'll keep your word, but he got up and activated his Devil Trigger form. As he opened his eyes, you gasped upon seeing how much they were glowing--being orange rather than blue. Red electric sparks danced around his metallic body as he observed you close, anticipating your reaction. He expected you to scream or cry.

Yet..there was only curiosity and wonder in your eyes.

"Scared yet?" He asked in his distorted voice, crouching down in front of you.

Not even the way he spoke startled you, as you just shook your head. "I was wrong all along..not all demons are bad."

"Not even this one?"

"Nope. You look awesome..like a knight in shiny red armor."

"...wow..I um...." For once, the talkative devil hunter was at loss for words. But when you learned forward to hug him around the neck, he was completely shocked.

Earlier in the day he thought of countless worse-case scenarios, and yet...the best-case was happening right now.

You were accepting him, hugging him even.

He couldn't believe it.

Dante smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, making sure his armor spikes didn't hurt you. "Thanks, kid. It really means a lot that you're not terrified anymore........[y/n]?" He was concerned about your lack of response, before realizing you were dozing off.

'Damn..I might make a pretty good dad, after all..' He mused, standing up and making the trek back to your bedroom. Then he set you down and tucked you in, relief and warmth in his heart.

He had a feeling that your nightmares won't be so bad anymore. Now he felt like he could truly protect you.

Why?

Because he was gonna be your knight in shining red armor.

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"Jeez, man. Quit clanking around shit and---AH!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"Shhhh! Chill out, Nero. You'll wake 'em." Dante was quick to shift back to his human form once he was outside your room, glaring at his nephew. "Why are you so freaked out? This ain't the first time you've seen my devil form."

"But still..why in the middle of the night?! Thought we had company."

"...just go back to bed, kid."

"Don't call me kid!"

[a-mended-pact]

Let the Right One In

A/N: So this is for @boldlyvoid 's challenge. I had so much fun writing this. Even though I'm still super anxious about posting my stories. It's been a pleasure and an honor getting to know you Em. Congratulations on reaching 2k! 🖤

Warning: Mentions of insecurities. Maeve Donovan. Faking a death.

Word count: 2,082

It was midday when I heard knocking on the front door. I was half tempted not to answer. Spencer was away on a case and neither him nor I were expecting anyone. Anyone that would come over at all was away on the case with him or states over. So who could be coming over unannounced? I clumsily headed towards the door. My fuzzy socks are making it difficult to stay balanced on the hardwood floor. A knock came again. It was gentler this time. 

I looked through the peephole and saw a small woman looking around nervously leaning from foot to foot. “Who is it?” I wondered if I could at least get a name. 

“I’m here to see Doctor Spencer Reid. I got his address from Aaron Hotchner.”

  My face blanched at the sound of Hotch’s name. It had been quite some time since anyone had mentioned him. After he went into protective custody with Jack even though the reaper was dead he still chose to stay away. Contact with him was rare and slim. I quickly opened the door and watched her jump back slightly. 

“Who are you?” she asked. She looked around the same age as him. She is actually quite beautiful. I wonder how Spencer knows her? 

“ I’m Y/n Reid.” She tilted her head to the side as she studied me.

 “I didn’t realize Spencer had a sister.” She finally met my gaze and smiled.

 “Is he here or do I need to come back at another time?” A small laugh escaped me 

“No, I am not his sister. I am his wife.” I crossed my arms over my chest and locked my foot in place behind the door keeping it only slightly ajar not letting her see into our home. 

Her face shifted to one of slight surprise. “Oh well I better just go then.” She went to turn away. When a thought crossed my mind.

 “Wait, I can call him if you’d like and let him know you are looking for him. What’s your name?” I was wondering whether this was a good idea or not to even call him but i had already offered and i am already in far too deep to turn back now. 

She stopped not turning to face me again. “My name is Maeve. Maeve Donovan.” 

Maeve. Why did I know that name? Why is my brain going off with alarm bells? But why do I know that name? I watched as she vanished from the hallway down the flight of stairs never turning back around to look at me. 

I slammed the door shut as I racked my brain on if I should mention this to Spencer at all. Especially while he is away on a case. Maybe I should wait until he gets home. He should be home later tonight. At least if the weather was alright over in New Hampshire. He had left me a message earlier this morning to let me know the case was solved and it had started snowing there but their flight wouldn’t be ready till a little later. 

He should be home in about an hour now. I will wait. I’ll definitely wait.

 

~

When Spencer walked through the door he looked sluggish and about ready to just collapse. The exhaustion clearly got to him from not getting enough sleep while he was away. He took off his satchel and his suit jacket. He began undoing his tie as he walked his way into our bedroom. Not even making eye contact with me. 

He came back out moments later in nothing but his flannel sweatpants. “Sorry I know I should have said hello to you. I just felt like I was suffocating in my clothes today.” As he spoke he made his way to the couch where I sat at one end.

 Once he sat down he leaned down and put his head in my lap. I gently started running my fingers through his hair while scratching his head. 

“That feels really nice.” His voice was soft and he let out a quiet sigh as he relaxed into the couch and my lap.

 If I wasn’t petting his head I was gently caressing his back with my fingertips. I know I needed to tell him. I was just so nervous. I knew somewhere deep down this would be stressful to him. The day already has worn him out so completely. It was like he needed my touch to recharge himself. I began biting my lip as my hand stopped on his lower back. 

“Hey, Spence, A woman came by to see you today. She said she got your address from Aaron.” He made a humming noise to let me know that he heard me. “Her name was Maeve Donovan.” I felt his back muscles tense at the sound of her name. He sat up immediately. 

“Wh- what did you say?” He looked at me as if I had just grown an extra head or as if I had just spoken another language.  “Mae-” He cut me off. “No, I heard what you said. I don’t need you to repeat yourself. It’s not possible she was at the door. She is dead. She’s been dead for years.” 

He pushed himself up off the couch, the muscles in his arms flexing more than usual. He was more tense than I have seen him in a long time. The last time I saw him this upset or stressed was when he first came back from prison. We were just dating back then.

“I am going to go call Hotch.” he moved quickly to grab his phone when he finally reached it. It began to ring. He looked at it for a couple of seconds before he answered.

“Hello?” His eyes widened slightly. I watched as he clenched his jaw and tears brimmed his eyes. 

“M-m-maeve?” He leaned himself back against the wall. His breathing became irregular as he slid himself down the cold panel. At the same time I saw a couple of tears leave his eyes.

I sucked in a breath and sighed. Was this going to be the end of us? Now that all the stories Spencer told me of her came back once he said that she was dead.

She was his first love after all. It would only make sense right?

====Spencer’s Pov=====

My vision was blurred beyond recognition. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears as the sound of her voice drifted in and out. This isn’t real. It’s not possible. I watched her die. I saw her. She was pronounced dead at the scene. I mourned her. It’s been years. Nearly a decade.

“Spencer? Can you hear me?” I felt my tears stream down my face, nodding as if she could see me. 

“Yeah, Yeah I can hear you.” My voice cracked as I answered her. 

“Just like old times huh? It’s so nice to hear your voice. I’ve missed you.” My breath hitched at her words. 

I felt my heart hammer in my chest. I glanced up to see if I could find my wife. She was watching me with concern but otherwise she hadn’t moved not yet. All the guards Y/n had torn down throughout the years started building themselves up higher and higher. 

"H-how are you alive? I watched you die." The horrible memories of that fatal day still haunted me. What am I supposed to do now?

Do I still have feelings for her? Is it wrong if I do? I don't know how to handle this. What should I do?

"That's why I came to see you earlier.  It was an idea that I came up with at the last minute.  So I faked my death." Her voice was calmer than my breathing.  I felt the walls Barricading around me to keep me safe. I was suffocating.

I wasn't sure I had heard her right. I could feel my ears ringing as the blood in me ran cold.

"You faked your death and made me believe for a decade that the first person I ever loved died a brutal death because you wanted a new life?" My tone was harsher than I anticipated.

I felt my wife's hands run through my hair in a comforting manner as she lowered herself to the floor with me.

I glanced at Y/n as tears streamed down my face. The memories of Maeve and my feelings for her wreaking havoc on my heart.

"Darling, I think you should hang up. For now anyway." She whispered it as her hand lowered to the back of my neck giving me a gentle message. 

My back stiffened. I was so caught up in my own nightmare I hadn't realized that this is probably a living one for her.

"Spencer. I can expla-" I cut off the call before she could even finish her sentence.  Y/n was right.

"You have a lot you need to process and I'm sure you didn't want to say anything you would regret. I'm sorry if I've overstepped." She looked a little nervous as if I was gonna snap at her the way I had Maeve 

I gently grabbed the hand that was touching me and brought it up to my lips placing a kiss on it.

"Nonsense. You are my wife. You were right. I should have hung up. I just. I don't know how to explain what I was feeling." I could feel my breathing begin to slow slightly as I tried to match her breathing to get mine back to normal.

It was like my world paused for a moment and began to spiral faster than I could catch my balance. I felt air fill my lungs when I heard her voice but yet I was left gasping for oxygen. 

The very thought of Maeve brought back so many things I thought I had dealt with prior to now.  I leaned my head against my wife's shoulder as I just let the tears fall.

I felt awful having her comfort me over another woman. Yet I couldn't bring myself to completely care. She was the one offering me comfort.  

She held me in her arms. Whispering to me that things will be okay. That we'd figure things out.

I truly didn't deserve her. She loves me so unconditionally it's unnerving. That's when my phone went off again.

It was the same number Maeve had called me from.

I glanced at my wife. Who just watched me. That's when I fully knew and decided something that had been bothering me for over the past hour or so.

I let my phone continue to ring as I cupped her face. 

"You...you make me feel special and good and all these things that I still don't have the words for yet— good things… things I never thought I deserved to feel.” I pulled her in closer letting our lips caress one another.

"I love you Spencer.  You don't need to say all of this right now. I know you are still-" She tilted her head to the side as if she were trying to figure me out.  "Cluttered and that's okay."

I kissed her harder than I've ever kissed anyone before.

"I’m not in love with her, I’m in love with you”

I have no real idea on if she needed this reassurance all I knew is that I did. I wanted her to know out loud what she meant to me. I couldn't imagine a better partner. A better lover or a better best friend than her.

 I wasn't going to have her doubt everything about us. Not for anything.

I stayed close to her as my phone kept repeatedly going off until eventually it stopped. I was still figuring things out. 

Knowing that Maeve was alive before I met Y/n would have changed my life completely but now? I didn't want anything to change.  For once I was happy. I had someone in my life who put me first. Who cared about me. Who wasn't afraid to hurt my feelings as long as it kept me safe. She loved me for me and all the mess in between who I have yet to become.

She saw me for me. I wasn't Doctor Spencer Reid.  I wasn't a federal agent or a professor to her. I was just Spencer.  The man for some ungodly reason she chose to love. 

[lovekz]

last (wo)man standing

chapter three: do you like scary stories?

synopsis ~  ran haitani. one sick son of a bitch. he finds himself interested in a group of friends, more directly to one of the friends. the only reason he’s interested though, is to see how fast they could survive a killer living in the walls of their vacation house.  

cw ~ gun mention, stalking, mentions of murder

(things start partially this chapter and next chapter, so get ready <3)

you woke up to a empty bed, slightly confused as to where you were.

when you sat up and rubbed your eyes, you looked around, remembering that you were on vacation.

if you could even call it a vacation.

you’ve never been on a vacation that made you feel unsafe, your head spun.

you sighed, looking at the time. it read 10:23 in the morning.

the door attached to the room opened, making you look over.

emma walked in, a towel around her partially wet body and a towel thrown lazily over her head.

“morning em.” you said in the midst of stretching your exhausted bones.

emma looked over, smiling a bit at you and waving as the towel hung loosely on her chest.

a little too much trust in her towel as per usual.

there were three knocks on the door, making you both pause. 

the five of you planned on only knocking, announcing who it is, and walking in.

or maybe even just pushing the door open slightly to peak in.

but no sound could be heard on the other side of the door.

you and Emma were already weary from last night.

“hurry up in there ladies.” a unfamiliar voice said, making your stomach drop horribly.

that was definitely a males voice.

one youre confident you’ve never even heard of in your life.

emma seemed to be the same, the way she held onto her towel for dear life.

when you heard footsteps leave your door, you looked towards your best friend in horror.

“who was that?” you asked quietly, walking over to her.

she gestured her head up just slightly, making you tilt your head upwards in confusion.

there was a camera attached to the light in her room.

~

after brushing your teeth and getting dressed, you and emma headed downstairs hand in hand, walking to the living room.

what you weren’t expecting to be met with, was a gun pointed towards senju’s head while she sat on the single chair.

her eyes were blown wide, but she was alive. that’s good.

but it didn’t explain why she had a gun to her head.

maybe she had said something. yuzuha did always say her mouth gets her in trouble.

and boy does it always.

hinata and yuzuha were on the couch, huddled together while a guy with a plain white mask that covered his face got in their faces.

there was another guy, pacing up and down while running his hands through his hair in distress.

he wore a kitsune mask.

once he laid his eyes on both of you and emma, he paused in his pacing and stressing to just...

stare.

“hey. stop.” the man with the kitsune mask called, making the man in front of senju pause.

his gaze never left you.

the two men turned to face you and emma, standing up properly.

you held onto emma just slightly, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation.

“h-have a seat.” the man with the kitsune mask said, gesturing to the loveseat by the window.

he was stuttering. he couldn’t be stuttering with what he was doing.

what the hell was wrong with him? he couldn’t be the owner.

both you and emma were weary of the three, but took a seat nonetheless.

the three looked at each other, before the (seemingly) leader nodded.

“your phones won’t work. there’s no service.” the man with the white mask said lazily, taking a seat on the edge of the couch.

you looked at him. his posture seemed familiar.

“they’re also missing. if you haven’t realized, we went through your rooms. sorry.” the leader said, putting his hands on his hips.

you looked at emma, who was giving them all her attention.

the man with the kitsune mask pulled it off, revealing his face.

it was the guy you’d seen in the cafe, and when you were on the balcony.

emma squinted at him, before gripping your forearm protectively. she knew something, something you didn’t know of.

you suddenly wanted to know what she did.

the other boys took their mask off.

“that’s ran, rindou, and sanzu.” you heard yuzuha say quietly, huddling into hina more.

rindou glanced down at her, and she shut up almost instantly.

ran and rindou looked familiar before for a reason.

they were from roppongi, practically ran over there. they killed two guys brutally and ended up in jail for a bit.

they were released and let into the college only because of a relative and a few lies here and there.

“don’t worry. we won’t kill you.” ran reassured, putting his hands up with a playful grin.

“if you follow the rules.” rindou cut in, leaning back next to hinata, who only whimpered in response.

~

the rules were sweet and simple.

respect a certain person in your group,

go on with the vacation as normal,

the attic was off limits,

be in a room (yours or a friends) by 8:30pm and..

don’t go out of your room after 9pm.

the boys confirmed that you’re allowed to have your privacy, so they’d stay in the attic until 9:30pm.

it was smart. too smart.

if you decided to run out of the house, they’d have a clear view of you no matter what, and sanzu was too eager to show off the sniper rifle he had.

it didn’t help that ran did track on a daily, so he was pretty fast.

emma was right. your gut feeling was right.

you should’ve bailed on this the chance you got.

🏷 ~ @reiners-milkbiddies @a-cosmicdawn

[itsallyscorner]

just like magic with marvel cast, the vibe is----- a perfect song for a lil b*tch with a good heart and a sarcastic mouth

just like magic is the song we ALL need for 2020😌 Start manifesting ya’ll🖤 Also thank you sm for the request I am so so sorry this took so freakin’ long😭 Love u, happy reading🖤🖤 Tried to add my own lil twist to your request:)

(A lil different from the request, but I tried to make the reader have a bit sas.)

💌.

just like magic

Growing up within the Marvel Cinematic Universe was probably one of things you were most grateful for. When you first started out you weren’t that social. You were new to the business, you didn’t know anybody and you were intimidated by every single actor you crossed paths with.

At first you didn’t feel like you fit in. You felt as if you were a burden to everyone else. You barely talked to anyone which made the others approach you out of force by the Russos. Everyone around you was talented while you were just some newcomer who had jack shit as experience. The first few years you were insecure of yourself mentally and physically. You weren’t as pretty or fit as the other women in the MCU nor did your skills live up to theirs. Which led to some unhealthy habits. Plus there were haters and movie critics who would say horrible things about you and your acting.

You had a rocky start unlike Tom Holland and even Lexi Rabe. Until one day when you realized that you had to change how you were thinking. It took you a while but all that negative thinking you were doing was only bringing you negative energy. So when you had a break from filming movies, your number one goal was to improve yourself.

Wake up in my bed, I just wanna have a good day (Mmm, ah)

Think it in my head, then it happens how it should, ayy

Twelve o'clock, I got a team meeting, then a meditation at like 1:30

Then I ride to the studio listening to some shit I wrote (Oh)

You woke up with smile on your face in a sense of calmness. The sun shined bright hues into your room as you got up from your bed. Today was the first day back on set. You guys were finally filming Civil War and you were honestly so excited. As you did your morning routine, you went over how the day would go in your head. You’re genuinely excited to see the entire cast. It has been almost half a year since you’ve seen everyone and you couldn’t wait to be back.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Compared to the previous year, you looked and felt healthy. Your eyes shined and you looked well relaxed. You know like one of those face cleanser commercials? That’s how you felt. You felt like a breath of fresh air.

The ride to the studio took a good 30 minutes but it felt like seconds. You entered the set with a new sense of confidence and pride. The energy was practically radiating off you.

“(Y/n)?” You hear someone call from behind you. You turn around and see Scarlett looking at you.

“Hey!” You greet her as you approach her. You pulled her into a hug, startling her.

“Oh! Hello to you too, honey.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around you. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great! Life’s been good.” You answer as a toothy grin graces itself on your face. Scarlett’s eyes are filled with shocked. From the previous times she’s talked to you she’s never seen you so loud or open. You were always shy and closed off from everyone on set.

Good karma, my aesthetic (Aesthetic)

Keep my conscience clear, that's why I'm so magnetic

Manifest it (Yeah), I finessed it (I finessed it)

Take my pen and write some love letters to Heaven

Eventually everyone on set caught on to your new attitude. Though they tried to be discreet about their reactions and shocked expressions, you could still see how they were caught off guard by your sudden change of nature.

Anthony watched as you conversed with Elizabeth and Scarlett on the couch in Robert’s “village” . You were probably the most smiliest person in the room beating Evans, who was eating his lunch.

“She’s like different. But in a good way. It’s like she’s bloomed.” Anthony thought out loud to the men beside him. Chris (E) and Sebastian look in your direction.

“Bloomed?” Chris snorted as he swallowed his food.

“Yeah, like she’s growing into a woman.” Anthony hummed proudly as he went back to his own lunch. Sebastian smiled at you, “I think she’s gained some confidence in herself and finally realized how good of a person she is.”

“If she’s finally realized that, I’m glad she did. She’s like a ball of sunshine, it’s adorable.” Chris smiled proudly at you as your hands move around animatedly while explaining some story to the two women in front of you.

“Y’all think it’s a boy?” Anthony wondered. Sebastian rolled his eyes at his friend. Before he can even respond Anthony is calling you over. You approach the men with a smile and take a seat beside Sebastian.

“What’s up?” You greet them. Chris nods at you as he chews on his sandwich. Sebastian greeting you with a quiet “hey”.

“So who’s the lucky man?” Anthony asks teasingly. Your brows knit together head tilting to the side.

“Man?”

“Yes man, or boy, whatever. Who’s got you feelin’ yourself, (y/n).” Anthony wiggles his brows as he shimmies closer to you. Sebastian, who’s in between you two, cringes at the man to his left.

You didn’t take any offense to the question, knowing that everyone was curious as to why you were so unlike yourself.

You chuckled before smirking at the older man, “Anthony, honey. I don’t need a man to be feelin’ myself. I did this on my own.”

Chris and Sebastian’s mouth drop at your answer. Chris laughed as he pointed out Anthony’s face. Sebastian slung an arm around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug as he laughed with Chris.

“To be fair” Chris began to say but started to laugh, “To be fair, you deserved that.” Anthony’s face went flushed as he nodded to himself. You suddenly felt bad that you put him on the spot.

“Alright, stop laughing at him.” You playfully glare at Chris and Seb. You poke Anthony’s arm, “To answer your question, I’ve just been working on myself. Thinking more positively, I even tried manifestation.”

“You know what, that’s good. You’re taking care of yourself mentally and physically. I’m proud of you for doing this for yourself, we all are.” Anthony tells you as he motions to the two other men.

You look at all three of them, all of them looking at you with pride, “Thanks guys.”

Just like magic (Baby), just like magic (Oh yeah)

Middle finger to my thumb and then I snap it

Just like magic (Yeah), I'm attractive (Oh yeah)

I get everything I want 'cause I attract it (Oh)

As the months passed, the more you evolved into another version of you. You walked with determination, carried yourself with such grace and you’ve gained confidence in your career. You didn’t let your insecurities get to you, instead you faced them and overcame them. You were tired of letting them control you.

Your change in attitude and perspective on life has definitely affected your life in many ways. Manifestation was one of the things that have helped you the most. Writing about your goals and putting that energy out to the world has helped you persevere in your job. You’ve only faced good karma; sending out positive energy and receiving it back from the universe.

So far you’ve been casted in two new projects and have a campaign lined up with Gucci. If you were told a year ago that you’d be working with big time directors and freakin’ Gucci, you wouldn’t have believe them. Life has been unreal ever since you decided to change your life around. But of course you had to thank your Marvel family, without them and their support you probably wouldn’t haven gotten to where you were today.

Looking at my phone, but I'm tryna disconnect it (Oh yeah)

Read a fuckin' book, I be tryna stay connected (Yeah)

Say it's tricky at the top, gotta keep a slim ego for a thick wallet

Losing friends left and right, but I just send 'em love and light (Oh)

As many people recognized your success many people still tried to pull you down. Some fans on social media have noticed your change in behavior and have even praised you for practicing self care. While others still tried to push you off the mountain of success you were currently on and drag you across the ground.

These were the reasons as to why you were barely on your phone anymore. You used to be invested in your phone but after realizing how much negativity it brought you, you’ve decided to slowly disconnect from it. Which led you to becoming more interested into books.

Chris (E) had even brought some of his favorite arts of literature for you to borrow. You were currently on your third book of his, Sapiens A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari. You were sitting outside your trailer in a fold up chair under the shade. Your peacefulness was interrupted by Tom (Holland) who had a worried expression on his face.

“Have you not seen it yet?” He asked you as soon as he was in front of you. Being the two most youngest actors on the current set, you guys were closer to each other than with the adults.

“Seen what, Tommy?” You put a finger in between the pages you were reading to save your spot. Tom pulls his phone out and began to type. He tapped on his screen and turned the screen to you.

“She’s been talking crap about you for days.” You read the article and saw that one of your “friends”, Sabrina has been speaking out about your success and how it’s changed you as a person.

“She’s going off about how the more money you get in your wallet, the more bratty and arrogant you become.” He grumbled as he turned his phone off.

“I could care less, honestly. I know I haven’t done anything to her and if I did I was unaware of it. Plus, she stopped talking to me after I said I couldn’t get her a part in a movie.” You shrugged as you placed a proper bookmark in the book.

“You’re not upset?”

“I mean it’s sad that she’s acting so two faced. But if that’s how she wants to roll, then be my guest. It’s her loss, not everyone has great taste.” You flicked a piece of hair away from your face with your hand.

“You’re not gonna release a statement against her?”

“No, probably just wish her well with her life and move on with my own.” You answered much to Tom’s dismay.

Redesign your brain, we gon' make some new habits

Just like magic (Just like magic), just like magic

Filming has officially ended a few months ago and now you guys were doing press tour for Civil War. Before you were the new and improved version of yourself, you dreaded press tours. Some interviewers were nice and respectful, but there were those who would ask inappropriate questions and were just rude in general. All you could remember during those past tours was wanting to leave those rooms as soon as possible.

The q&a panel at New York had a packed room. There were many journalist crowded in the room shoulder to shoulder. You were sat in between Elizabeth and Scarlett, two of the women who have been guiding you and teaching you about life as a woman in the business. They were also like your older sisters.

The panel had been going smoothly for the first half hour until a man with a snobby face and cocky demeanor approached the mic.

“Hello, I’m Keith and my question’s for (y/n).” He began. You nodded in his direction, motioning for him to continue.

“I think everyone’s noticed how you’ve changed and developed as a person. Obviously something’s changed in your life. So I want to know if you’ve had any intimate relationships with any of the men in the cast?” You were surprised at the man’s question. First it was bold of him to ask such a question and second it was just disrespectful to you and the others on the cast.

“I mean someone’s gotta be fucking you good to make you crawl out your shell.” The man finished shrugging nonchalantly. Robert was about to interject but your mouth was quicker than his. The men of the cast were disgusted at the man while they sat at the edge of their seats.

“Well last time I checked my contract, my job was to act, not sleep around with the men who are part of these movies.” You spoke into the mic. All the attention was on you while the room was at a standstill.

“It’s also very upsetting that you think a girl needs to be fucked in order to be confident in herself. I hate to break it to you but women are completely capable of turning their lives around without the help of men and that says a lot about you, sir. So if I were you, I’d take myself back to my seat and rethink my life because if one of us has to redesign our brains it’s you.” You finished as you placed your mic on your lap. The room was silent until the cast began to clap. This was your first time standing up for yourself, usually Robert or Scarlett would swoop in and save you but this time, you were saving yourself.

You shook your head as you blushed, shoving your head in your hands. You felt some pats on the backs and cheers from your dysfunctional family. You look up and see Scarlett and Elizabeth smiling at you proudly.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Robert asked the crowd as he hugged you. The crowd cheering you on.

Just like magic, your life felt like a dream come true, knowing that you were worth it and enough for the people around you and for yourself.

[mr-gallavich]

Analysis of Mickey Milkovich's Bedroom Part Four

Im back bitches.

*Once again I mention Season 11, I just can't help it*

So I totally forgot about the Satanic Panic thing and Mickey 1000% loved that shit, carving pentagrams into desks and spray panting upside down crosses on the sides of buildings. Rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue at little kids, speaking pig latin in a deep voice. The whole 9 yards.

OKAY SO FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS WHAT THE ACTUAL FLYING FUCK IS THAT

I'm guessing more horrible bird/pigeon/seagull taxidermy and honestly I love that Mickey keeps even the shitty taxidermies that Iggy does. Let someone make fun of his brothers horrible taxidermy, Mickey will put 'em 6 feet under.

Next order of business is I WAS RIGHT THOSE ARE 100% RAPHAEL SWORDS

Kachow. But... do you see that in the background?

A mailbox. Another thing that Mickey stole but more importantly look all the way to the left. Mandy definitely puts things she buys for him in the mailbox when he's not here or sleeping. Like she goes to the store and picks him up something while there and then puts it in the mailbox when she gets back. He's learned to check it every time he goes in the room. Also Funyuns are now his favorite in my mind.

I don't think this is a model car, I think this is just a remote control car BUT the idea of it being a model car gave me ideas.

Can you imagine car head Mickey? Being obsessed when he sees his favorite type of car on the street, making Ian and Mandy stop walking so he can scope it out. And if someone is stupid enough to leave it undefended Mickey will absolutely steal it for a joy ride.

Also: Mickey geeking out over car models that you put together yourself but not ever getting them out of fear T*rry will just pawn it.

But when Ian and Mickey finally get their apartment together Ian buys Mickey his first car model. Mickey is obsessed and spends hours building it whole meticulously following the directions to a t.

When it's finally finished he gingerly lifts it and places it on a shelf where it can't be damaged. Whenever anyone walks too fast/steps to heavy/rough houses near that shelf Mickey spits the most colorful threats Ian had heard him come up with while pushing them away.

You're seeing what you think you're seeing even though this is the blurriness picture known to man.

That is two pairs of nunchucks.

Guess who also has nunchucks...

Michelangelo from Ninja Turtles.

I still believe Raphael is Mickey's favorite, but who doesn't feel badass when half drunk and wielding nunchucks alone in your bedroom?

Now this next photo is super blurry but

This is definitely a dart board. And now I'm thinking about 12 year old Mandy, 14 year old Mickey, and 16 year old Iggy all getting drunk together and playing drunk darts. If you miss you gotta do a dare, if you get within the bullseye you get to dare someone of your choosing. Iggy is a master at darts... but he goes easy on Mickey and Mandy. Once they get older he stops going easy on them and Mandy accuses him of practicing behind their backs, playing darts with other people, because how else could he get so good so fast?

I think that this might be it folks, unless I can find other screenshots! I'm rewatching shameless rn so I will keep an eye out for that!

[multiplefandomsblog]

request; Can I request Nagito, Kokichi, and Rantaro with an s/o that has a hard time understanding why someone feels a certain emotion in situations?

pairing(s); rantaro x gn!reader, nagito x gn!reader, kokichi x gn!reader

warnings; blood, violence, broken noses, strong language, kind of angsty — sorry that nagito's is super long- i started off with him and i haven't written in a long time so i just shit all over the place, fluff at kokichi, i have mood swings I'm so sorry about the whiplash you are about to witness

note; yesss i am back to finish these requests yurrrrrr sjansjdhfbasdkjfds I'm not gonna make a big announcement or anything(I'm still trying to figure out how to balance everything in my life rn, so I'm sorry for people who are waiting on me—) , just gonna spit out as many finished requests as i can, sorry for the abrupt pause of everything by the wayz ill be (hopefully) regularly posting works from now on.

(also this request was kind of vague, so i used the example of someone getting upset/angry and reader not understanding why; i hope that's okay :'))

Nagito Komaeda

◊ I think Nagito would understand your struggles more than anyone else.

◊ And… honestly, it kind of reassures him that you share a struggle with him. It makes him feel less alone, less like the odd one out.

◊ Being similar to someone like you in any way, even if it was a genuinely difficult and real struggle; was a blessing in disguise for someone as lowly as him.

◊ Getting that out of the way, Nagito would never see your struggle as what it is. The way he views you, how highly he puts you up on a pedestal, as well as how much hope he believes you to hold; he, at first*, won't help you at all with your struggles.

◊ As a strong believer of hope overcoming despair, good defeating bad; Nagito is positive that the struggles you hold will always be defeated, bludgeoned into a despairing sludge by your all-mighty hope.

◊ And at first, he won't even think of this as a bad thing! You should be proud of it, of course, unless it stirs despair within you.

◊ * That being said, if he sees you struggling with your inability to understand human reactions to an awful point, he would put his obsession with hope aside, and focus on trying to help you as your boyfriend.

◊ Though I'm afraid, he wouldn't be much of a help, because he gets stuck on this one too.

◊ If you ever unintentionally angered someone, however, and/or provoked them to potentially hurt you; he'd immediately step in and lay the damp washcloth of apologies on the accidental fire you had set.

◊ Though there is a high chance, he'll make it worse by saying something he hadn't intended to sound condescending. It just came out that way.

◊ Nagito would never put your well-being before his insatiable need for you to accelerate and empower your hope.

◊ He's your boyfriend before he is your admirer of hope.

— "What...? How can you- how can you be so calm!?" Confusion, fear, and intimidation seemed to overwhelm you as you stepped back, eyebrows creased in utmost confusion as the person before you, seemed to have been angered by your wording.

Suddenly, you had started repeating and reversing over what you had previously said, scanning your wording for things that could have been perceived as offensive; only to grow even more confused as you had found none.

"I... What? Are you... are you mad at me or something?" Your genuine tone of voice, as well as the genuine look of confusion on your face, had been blurred and unnoticed as the ugly emotion of anger seemed to destroy their human senses— and the person had unfortunately taken your question as an insult.

Without another word, the sickening crunch of flesh and bone hitting flesh and bone echoed throughout the trial room. Flesh and bone that had thankfully, and unfortunately, hadn't belonged to you.

"Holy- Someone hold them back!"

"There's... no need for that...!"

Turns out Nagito took the hit for you.

He peeled the hand tending to his nose away from his face, revealing the nasty bruising and the blood dripping down his nostril—despite the gruesome sight of it all, he still seemed to be smiling. Smiling as if something amazing had just happened, and he was dying from the joy he had been feeling.

He wasted no time to spew out whatever he could think of, despite the shock and adrenaline from getting a broken nose, he still fought through the struggle to speak properly, as well as merely breathing without immense pain.

It was like second nature to him, to steer the blame and the aggression away from you—even if it almost killed him. Anything... to protect his hope.

"Haha, this is... Whatever you need to achieve your hope, whether it be a good old-fashioned beat-down or... murder;" a laugh crossing the line to psychotic erupted from Nagito's scratchy throat.

"I personally invite you all—especially (name)—to bruise me up and brutally murder me for your pleasure, and your hop!" —all at the expense of him making sure no one gets the chance to lay a single finger laid onto you.

◊ He loves you, and he swears this is out of (mostly) good intention <3?

◊ i- i think i lost it somewhere in the middle

Rantaro Amami

◊ Literally, the most understanding, supportive, and comforting man you will ever meet and have as an emotional support boyfriend when you struggle with humans and just... humans.

◊ For first impressions, Rantaro will remain as understanding as he already had been, and is. If he visibly sees you struggle with the reactions of others to specific situations, he'd never start up shit, as well as assume you mean something bad immediately. He will always give you the benefit of the doubt, and the fact that he loves you may have been a factor — but I swear, he does this with everyone else too.

◊ If you ever responded/reacted to something that normal human beings usually respond differently, Rantaro would definitely notice, but he wouldn't say anything until he had his suspicions confirmed — and until someone else decided to get pissy or upset about it.

◊ If you ever get into a conflict with someone about how you seem emotionless( even though you're really not ), Rantaro will always be there to defend you and back you up. The first thing he would do is try to understand your side, then their side, and then try to see how the two fit together, and how you both grew to have your reaction.

◊ Most conflicts and arguments end peacefully, at fault to Rantaro's experience of being exposed to many personality types(his sisters), and completely normal and human struggles(also his sisters).

◊ Though, notice how I said most.

◊ Some situations and arguments, really can't be resolved, nor looked past—especially when personal, and very strong feelings are involved. You really can't avoid it when people are still grieving.

◊ But even so, Rantaro will remain a mediator and a peace-keeper until the end; he doesn't and never has enjoyed violence or super over-the-line arguments.

— "N- no, I a- actually don't understand...! I didn't mean to-"

"Oh, shut up! No one's believing that crap!" The shock and the hurt from their words had visibly affected you — the disbelief and their rage hadn't done anything to calm your anxiety from not having understood what had been wrong.

Rantaro would intrude on the one-sided argument, a gentle yet nervous smile on his face as he tried to put some distance between you and the person who had gotten offended. "Hey now, I understand you're upset, but it'll be safer for all of us if you don't insult them. I'm sure this was just a big misunderstanding... let's sit down, yeah?"

◊ If you ever feel frustrated or upset about a past interaction with someone he had reacted in a way you hadn't expected, feel free to expect Rantaro to be there for you with his comfort. Whether it be assurances, hugs, or just a listening ear; he'll be there for you.

◊ He may not understand your struggles to an extreme extent, but he will try his best to empathize with you and to understand you; and if he doesn't? That's okay. Because he still has cuddles + listening to you rant as his plan B solution on getting your frustrations out.

Kokichi Ouma

◊ Kokichi... doesn't understand you at all.

◊ It's second nature to him to react abnormally or to over-exaggerate towards something that probably shouldn't have gained a reaction like that — but that doesn't necessarily mean that had been his true reaction from the start.

◊ They're lies, well, most of it.

◊ When Kokichi notices your confusion, or if you come to him about your frustrations; he won't believe you at first. It's a stupid thing to not trust someone about, yeah, but he lies all the time about this kind of thing — so not only would he feel terrible if you were telling the truth about your real struggle, he would-

◊ Oh, you're telling the truth?

◊ ... Oh.

◊ Well, of course, he feels horrible for his past faked reactions and lies. A part of him believes it to be his fault entirely, whilst the larger, louder part of him believes it to be someone else's fault.

◊ And he's a liar; so of course, he'll lie. To himself, at least.

◊ "Wha—!? Who's been confusing my beloved? Gimme names and I'll get 'em!"

◊ He's not much of a listener, nor a person who really just... talks about serious shit. So despite not wanting to talk directly about serious things, as well as not being the best at comforting you in a 'serious' manner, he has his own little way of dimming your frustrations with human beings.

◊ He won't show it, nor will he mention it, but he does try to be more transparent with you; as well as tries to be less confusing when talking and/or interacting with you.

◊ The reactions are dimmed down, and despite that, he still continues to be silly and still continues to joke around — just not in a way that'll frustrate or confuse you(ish). He's all about getting reactions out of you, especially frustration but, he wouldn't purposely augment your anxiety about this type of thing.

◊ ^^ If he was to do that, however, he would always tell you it was a lie afterwards. After all— despite enjoying the thought of you thinking of him all week—he doesn't want you stressing and/or overthinking about it for the rest of the week.

◊ Kokichi definitely feels guilty of your struggles, however, they may have not blossomed directly from him, he still feels horrible for triggering it? You? — look- what he's trying to say is, he feels awful, and he hadn't meant to make your struggle with understanding other human beings, worse.

◊ Though there are times he does find your confusion and gullibility to be sort of entertaining in a way, but he would constantly feel bad about finding pleasure in your frustration.

◊ Kind of bad.

— "Nishishi! I'm just saying, if someone took a fat shit on my lawn, I would thank them—"

"Wh- Seriously.. ? Why??"

◊ He finds it hilarious how you seem to take his words to heart, but of course, fun comes to an end as he says—

— "Nope! It's a lie!"

[angelamajiki]

Can I request something?!

We try to escape Overhaul but he catches us but as a punishment seeing as we don't like him he gives us to Rappa so he can do what he wants to us for a week and in the end we go back to him and he has you never wanting to even step out your room.

Is that fine? Anyways stay safe, drink water, wear a mask, and keep up the great work!

PARINGS: Rappa x AFAB! Reader

CW: yandere, watersports, noncon, facefucking, teasing, manhandling, scumbag rappa

AN: thank you nonnie!! <33

Kai had caught you trying to escape. Or rather, Rappa was the one who actually caught you, laughing and jeering at your cries and the pounding of your small fists on his back. Your captor was not amused in the slightest as his henchman emerged into his office with you tucked a little too snuggly over his shoulder.

“Caught your lil’ scrub tryin’ to escape, boss.” Rappa cackled, sitting you down on the chair in front of the yakuza leader’s desk. “Damn, does she squeal like a pig.”

He clapped his hand over your shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. The man had taken a liking towards you, meaning to say that he enjoyed watching Kai dole out punishments for when you tried to escape or otherwise upset him, which wasn't hard to do.

“Yes, she does.” Kai sighed, brows furrowed deeply in irritation. “What am I going to do with you, pet? Do I not provide for you, care for you? How can I get you to behave, hm?”

Tapping a finger against his forehead, he signed and closed his eyes, slumping back in his chair, hands folded in his lap.

“I’ll never stop trying to escape because anywhere else is better than being here with you, Overhaul.” You spat venomously, squirming under Rappa’s tight grip. The man behind you just chuckled darkly.

“Say, boss...if the little lady here is so unhappy with you, why don't you put her on loan to someone for the time being? Let ‘em show her how good you are to her, eh?”

Kai quirked a brow at Rappa, immediately picking up what he was throwing down. He had half a mind to punish Rappa as well for his blatant display of insubordination and to dare to think he’d willingly give up his precious pet to him like she was a mere stray.

Ah, but the man did have a point. His pet needed to be taught how kind her master is, and Rappa is the perfect opposition to do so. A degenerate at heart, his underling, was rowdy, filthy, and above all, a bigger sadist than Kai was.

He knew the man loved nothing more than to watch him spank the poor thing until she was a sobbing, blubbering mess of “I’m sorry, Kai!” gasping and panting for air like she was on the verge of death. What a drama queen he had on his hands. But he treated you like a queen nonetheless, but your attitude was simply out of control at this point.

“I think Rappa’s right, dear. Why don't you spend the week with him? Take a break from me if I’m so intolerable.”

Ice ran through your veins as Rappa unceremoniously scooped you up from your chair, opting to throw you over his shoulder. Kai’s chuckle and Rappa’s jeers mixed with your protests as you squirmed and squealed in his monstrous grasp.

“I thought you said anywhere else would be better than being with me. Remember, this is the choice you made, darling.”

“Rappa, you're dismissed.”

With a wave of a gloved hand, your fate was sealed. The bulkier man nodded and smacked a large hand over your ass.

“You and me? We're gonna have some fun, little piggy.” ——— •

Settled on Rappa’s bed, if you could call a sparsely covered mattress that hadn't been washed in god knows how long a bed, your nerves were set ablaze watching the man undress. And he certainly made a show of it, flexing his muscles and winking at you all the while.

“Like what ya see, sweets?” He groaned, striking a pose in front of you in nothing but a wife-beater and a pair of boxers. Oogling couldn't be helped; the man was built like Adonis. Strong, fierce, and big. Much, much bigger than you were.

“I hope so, cause I definitely do.” He smirked, licking his lips as he stalked over to you. “Don’t ya about a thing, little piggy. Papa’s gonna take real good care of ya”

Climbing over you, he pinned you to the mattress with one hand and used the other to feel you up.

“Yeesh, yer stiff as a board. Maybe a little game will help loosen you up, piggy.”

Fingers crawled their way up to your torso and to your mouth, leaving a searing heat in their wake. His fingers snatched your tongue from your mouth, shoving themselves down your throat to choke you.

“This little piggy wants to choke on my cock.”

His insenstant cooing and grinning had your stomach turning in knots, helping the fingers in your throat gag you even further. The thumb pressed down on your tongue before spitting a glob down your throat.

“This little piggy wants to be squeezed real tight.”

The sing-song tone in his voice only served to heighten your fear. Of course, the bastard thought this was all a game to him and you his toy.

His grin only got wider as his hand crept down your throat and ghosted itself there, barely touching before lunging. A panicked yip flew from your mouth as he pinned you by your throat.

There was hardly any pressure, just a cage of fingers keeping you locked into his impossibly firm grip. The hand was more than large enough to circle your neck. You smell the grim on his fingers, the labor of his love for the Shie Hassaikai.

“Almost got ya, piggy!” He teased, licking a long strip up your cheek. God, his breath stunk.

“Keep up now; the fun’s just starting.”

His fingers seemed to leave a trail of grime as they traveled down to your exposed breasts. They groped and gripped at your tender flesh without finesse or technique. So rough and worn from all the fighting he does. Your right tit was cupped in his hand before he gave it a hard squeeze.

“This little piggy wants to be milked.”

Onto your left, giving your nipple a good tug and pinch.

“This little piggy wants to be sucked.”

Your squeals and cries only made him laugh harder, grunting when you squirmed against the leg in between your thighs.

“Aw, is baby girl gonna cry? Cause I’ll give you something to cry about.”

Every touch of the pads from his fingers made you even sicker than before. You could feel every place he touched, the disgusting filth they left in their wake. The continued down your stomach, stopping to tickle you softly on your sides.

“W-What are you doing?!”

Your laughter couldn't be contained as he got rougher and rougher, chuckling along with you as he pressed his face close to yours.

“Stop it! I-I’m going to pee!”

“Good. That's what I like to hear.” He grunted, pressing his elbow hard into your bladder all while tickling you. Shame and piss flushed out of you as he groaned, grinding his knee up against your wet, sloppy cunt.

“Look at that! Piggy’s finally rolling around in filth where pigs belong.”

“I can't wait to make a mess of you.”

Humiliation flushed your face and your body, feeling even more disgusted as you felt your own piss on your lower body.

Rappa stood up and took a good look at you, admiring his handy work. A flushed, tearful expression that could be fucked up even more, his favorite face to see. Especially on someone as beautiful as you.

Sitting you up, he sat behind you and took your hair into two separate ponytails before trying them off.

“There, perfect for gripping.”

A rough push landed you on the floor, naked and afraid. One hand grabbed both your ponytails at the same time and steered you to be seated facing his crotch.

“Open wide, piggy.”

You shook your head, already feeling humiliated enough for one evening.

“Are you deaf? Open up, you bratty little bitch. Don't make me ask again unless ya fancy fighting me instead.”

Now that was a truly horrifying thought. The man could quickly kill you with a single punch and let Overhaul bring you back to life, only to do it again and again. Those men, especially Kai, had no qualms about taking your life when you decided to misbehave.

Considering your choices, you cut your losses and nodded, opening your mouth slowly and braced yourself for a brutal facefucking.

The man sunk himself into your throat, sitting there when he bottomed out. His hips twitched as you choked and gagged around his massive dick.

“Yeah.” He groaned, pulling out only to slam back in. “That's what I’m talkin’ about. Finally got ya to shut your mouth and put it to good use.”

Hips thrusting, he set a brutal pace into your mouth. Heavy balls slapped against your chin as your spit and tears made a mess of your face. He paid no mind to your shaking and struggling, only moaning when you choked particularly hard.

“Guess I gotta let ya up to breathe, huh piggy?”

Pulling himself out, he gave you a few seconds to cough and gulp in the air before nudging his way back into your warm, wet mouth.

“Can’t spoil you too much now.” He chuckled.

One hand gripping each ponytail, he tugged them tight and fucked your mouth with vigor. His hips slammed against your cheeks, sure to leave bruises as they started to sputter.

“Y-You’re just so cute, piggy. I can’t last long when you look at me like that.” He grunted, pulling your hair even tighter.

His cock hurt your throat horribly. You could feel the burn of every stroke and spasm into your mouth, tears streaming down your face even more from the pain. Your hair felt like it was going to be ripped out from the sheer amount of strength he was pulling it with.

His thrusts increased in pace as he chased his orgasm, opting to hold the back of your head flush against his crotch when he finally did cum. Making sure to swallow every last drop, Rappa didn't let you up until he was completely finished.

“Such a good girl for Papa.” Rappa jeered, picking you up off the floor by the throat and pressed a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

Tossed onto the bed, he spread your legs wide and pressed a thumb to your dripping hole.

“And this little piggy wants to get fucked all night long.”

[sumire-bride]

LIQUID SMOOTH

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TRIGGER WARNING- INCEST, MASSIVE SEXUAL ABUSE TW, MENTAL ABUSE, NEGLECT, PULLING OUT HAIR and if there's anything else please let me know so I can add em. I care about you guys so do not read if you this will make you uncomfy :)

CHARACTERS- Ena, Xaing, Kyuufu, Chousoka, Oroshi, Chen, Sumire, Shuu, Reiji, Ayato, Kanato, Laito, Subaru.

AUTHOR NOTE- Hooooh boy, my little diva made this a rollercoaster to write, I love writing for this man sm istg, AND YES I DID PUT THE TITLE A MITSKI SONG I couldn't get creative for that part of this. But enjoy :)) (Also I quote a few mitski lyrics in here, REALLY RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO LUSH ALBUM BY MITSKI WILL MAKE READING THIS SM MUCH BETTER PLZZ) again little surprise at the bottom.

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The third son, when Ena was first born Kyuufu could have sworn he had finally made a girl but no, Ena was simply a divine looking child. If it weren't for him saying it "needed to be a girl" Kyuufu might have just used Ena for the plan. The plan, the plan that not only will change those six bastards lives but effected ours as well. If it weren't her then it wouldn't be such a pain to just open his eyes in the morning.

Ena a gift from god, just as his name suggests. He was an angel no a unseen creature no one has heard of. The smell of him burned the room of these.. Evil horrible demons noses. Even if he was standing behind a silky curtain.

“Ena.. Fix yourself.” Xaing cleaned the smeared eyeliner from under his eyes. Those green eyes that not only haunted Xaing but Ena himself. “Today is a important night.. There’s no time for imperfections and crying right now..” Xaing put her makeup back into her pocket. Fixing the wrinkles on his red hanfu. “Ena.."

"Don't let those people ruin you."

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Ena and his brothers sat outside near the garden. It was against the rules to anywhere further then that. They were once close when they were younger, in fact it was hard to separate the three of them.

"Ena..! Come look at this..!" Chousoka yelled to Ena who was collecting the flowers.

"..What..? I'm doing something right now if you couldn't tell". Ena did as he was told walking towards Chousoka who was holding his hands in a little ball.

"BAA..!!" Chousoka opened his hands, a bug flying out of them right onto Ena's nose bridge. Ena screamed and shouted to get it off. He suddenly felt someone gently take it off with their finger letting it fly away.

"Chousoka..!! Don't do that you moron...!!" Ena shouted insults, he turned to look at who took the bug off of him. Oroshi, a kind quiet boy.

"Chousoka.. Don't put the poor bugs in danger for little schemes like this.. Are you okay Ena..?" His voice soft, Oroshi had a massive soft spot for Ena. Although soon he would find out that's only because he was the younger one here.

"Stupid Chousoka.. Teasing me this.. How dare he Oroshi..! Hmph.. It seems I am only able to rely on you.." He put his face onto Oroshi's chest. "At this point we should run away together and forget about stupid Chousoka" He said in a snarky tone.

"Stupid..?! What are you on about..?! You're the one who's dumb here. Ugly ugly Ena" He shouted back.

"Ugly..?! Ugly...?! Mother says I am a beautiful gift from god, that's why mother and father gave me this name."

"Ena." The boys bodies froze. Even just by his voice it startled them. They turned around to see their father, Kyuufu Kanashi. The other two would fall to his word but Ena on the other hand.. Not so much. "You three are too far and far too close to the gates. Come back at once." Oroshi and Chousoka ran to him immediately, standing next to his side. Ena however, stood still. "Ena, come to me"

"No." Ena told him sternly, with Kyuufu no definitely wasn't a word you wanted to say to him. He was shot back by shock that his son would say this to him.

"What.. Did you say to me..?" Ena got a shiver down his spine, he still however stood tall and proud.

"No---" Before he finished, Kyuufu hit Ena with his emerald staff. It stinged and was hard enough to knock the kid off of his feet. "Ah.. Ahh..." He made little noises putting his hand to his face.

"Do not disobey me.. Boy.." He turned around walking back, "Chousoka, Oroshi.. Inside" Chousoka and Oroshi stayed still for a moment, giving Ena concerning looks. Tempted to go and help him but very soon thinking back on it. Following behind Kyuufu leaving Ena to sit there in utter shock.

"They didn't.. Hey... Come back you two.. Help me..." He spoke, he couldn't yell due to the fear of Kyuufu. "Uh..." He sat shocked at his brothers immediate response to their father. He didn't like it. Ena wiped his cheek glaring at the house.

I suppose you could say that's when he became hateful of his brothers.

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"Ena darling come to me, come.." Xaing softly said to a young Ena who barely learned words or how to walk. She held her arms out with a faint smile on her lips. A quiet maid held onto him making sure he didn't fall.

"Ahh.." The maid letting go still keeping arms around him. One step, two step, three step towards Xaing then he finally fell into her lap, Xaing very happily scooped him up into her arms playing with his hair.

"Yes yes Ena dear very good..! Very very good." She smiled heading closer to his face kissing it. "My lovely little Ena.. Fufu.."

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Xaing was Ena's main role model, he found her so beautiful and Magnificat I mean who wouldn't admire such a goddess? In Ena's eyes she couldn't do anything wrong, no matter how much she yelled and screamed at him to go away, no matter how many times she would get horribly drunk off of wine and got all sad and scared and begin to panic mistaking him for 14yr old self, trying to kill him. She would always stay a goddess.

"How... How dare you...?! Don't you torture me enough..?! Just leave me be..!!!" She became his main reason for such hatred for Kyuufu. How dare he hurt such a wonderful women. How could he? How was he able to and she just sits there. Ena wondered that to himself as he sat knees to his chest his tiny hands holding onto them. Every yell Xaing gave Kyuufu him yelling back the loud bangs made Ena jump every time.

"No... No no no...!!! Don't touch me..! Unhand me at once..! Have I not done enough?! I gave you children why do you need more..?! Let go.. Haah... Let go of me..!! UWAAHHH....!!!!!"

Even when she screams and cries. To Ena she will never be less beautiful.

"Sniff.. Sniff... Oh.. Oh Chun..." Ena was going for a quick walk. However he'd heard his mother whimpering in a corner. He'd stopped quickly in his tracks looking at his mother. Confused and not really sympathetic.

"Mother..? Why.. What are you doing..? Oh mother your clothes are messy..! Father will be mad if he..---"

"Don't speak about that vile man..!! He.. He shouldn't get so mad at me when he's the one who did this... Kuh..." Her words cut short by sobs, just hearing about him made her shiver in fear. She sat there with Ena half naked holding onto herself her face in her knees.

"But.. Why did father do this...?" Ena questioned. He kneeled down about to reach for his mother, before he could really think she pulled him close to her roughly.

"Ena.. Whatever you do.. Don't trust that man... Don't trust him.. He's horrible look what he did to your beautiful mother... He's ruined me.. He.. He took me away from everything.. Please.. Don't be like him or your cruel brothers.. You can't...! Okay you can't..!!" He fell into her chest wide eyed, his body stiff softening soon hugging her back including the half on closed she used to cover herself. "Promise me.. Sniff.. Don't fall for his trap.. Don't let him ruin you the way he did to me... Promise me.. Ena promise me.."

"Yes mother.. I promise.. I promise I will hate those people with every fiber in my being.." He tightened his grip onto her.

"I'll do anything for you mother.. Anything..."

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There was many times Ena walked in on horrible situations, however if he had to pick 13 different memories of his mother walking into the bedroom in which she gave birth was the worst ones. Because as every child came the worse she became. The more distant she got. And more hateful.

"Gr.. Gaaah...." Xaing groaned.

"You're doing very good Mrs. Kanashi..! Just a few more pushing okay..?" The doctor did his best to encourage Xaing. Yes yes just a few more pushing birth hopefully a girl pray it's a girl.

Ena and his now 5 younger brothers with Chousoka and Oroshi. They stood quiet listening to the groans and occasional shouts from their mother.

The screams got louder and louder, this isn't the first time nor will it be the last where she'll scream. He's gotten used to that fact. Though he hates it, louder they got the sooner he knew it will end. Even if it's not his 'parents' yelling at each other. He still flinches at the sudden yelling.

Just as he thought. Louder meant it ends, besides the fact you could hear the loud noise of crying and the heavy breathing of Xaing. Not only that but TWO cries of help in the room.

"No it couldn't be.. Twin's..? Are they both girls..?" Chousoka questioned. I hoped so, if he had two then he wouldn't need the rest of them and he could throw them away and leave them alone.

Kyuufu walked out. We all looked at his face to see what gender it was, the same as every try. He looked angry, stressed, and confused. They knew what that face meant. A boy, no two boys.

"Boys.. I see, a shame but you can simply do it again father I believe in you" Chousoka spoke more, trying to lighten his fathers mood. But per usual as their last name suggests he stayed upset. We are still no longer free from his grasp. Kyuufu walked past them walking into the distance.

Ena as well pushed past everyone, pushing the door slightly open. Only to see his mother softly and painfully breathing.

"What.. What do you want, get out of here." Xaing quietly shouted at Ena.

The more she had the worst she got.

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Father stormed out of the room in which mother had given birth to yet another boy, this one was weak looking definitely won't make it far in our household.

We still were not free. Chousoka yelled at me to get the poor man some tea to calm down. I hated this house there were too many hallways, too many locked doors, too many everything. Yet for some reason it managed to be so empty and so suffocating all at the same time.

The more I grow the more intoxicating I got for others, however the prettier I got the more the water rises to my face, reaching my torso at the moment. I open the door my nose meeting that burning old gross smell of man. An old man.

"Your tea." I harshly put it onto his desk. Not making eye contact with him, although my eyes are just as intense as his for some reason they give me more intensity more then anyone else. I don't think I've made eye contact with my father in such a long time and I'm glad about it.

"I've told you to knock multiple times Ena, you don't ever listen to me.." He spoke irritated. Out of everyone I'm more caplet of doing that and that makes me feel more proud then you think. He finally had some form of feeling for me.

I looked at him huffing and glaring before turning around to leave the room.

"You look.. Just like your mother when she was your age." He spoke, the sound of his voice makes me feel heavy. I stop, turning around looking at him with a questioning look. "You grew up very nicely"

He wasn't wrong. I grew me more beautiful then most, perfect even. Like a god amongst others, I was better then everyone else. I grew up with very smooth skin, like liquid. I can make anyone become puddy in my hands, it's not hard. I grew up with smooth and soft hair, it's long and it's longer and longer. I realize how much I try to imitate mother but just like the beauty in China myths and history Daji took form of a beautiful women but in reality was just a fox. My eyes however.. Ugly and horrifying. Beauty was my everything and because if I wasn't beautiful then I wouldn't know how to live.

"What does that mean..? You admiring such a perfect person like myself isn't surprising but when it's you.. It's disgusting." I continued to glare at him before touching the door handle. Before I knew my father was standing.. Right in front of me. "Uh.."

"Yes yes.. You look exactly like your mother. A little too much if anything. With both me and her looks I know now how daughter will be beautiful. " His voice was disgusting, his breath was warm and horrid. He got closer to me I stepped back more. This was like a fox and a rabbit, expect.. I was the rabbit. I didn't notice I was completely to the fall and my father was to his knees holding onto my hand. "Yes very very beautiful." He kissed my hand. I wanted puke his lips were so cold. I was taught from a young age beauty meant everything.

What good is beauty if no one desires it? My beauty would be wasted if it wasn't used and that's no good. I am completely unafraid of my situation this is normal right? This is someone who is simply using my beauty for good reasons. He kissed my wrist this time. The higher he got the more closer he got the more the water rised to my face. Now I am drowning in whatever this is.

Young beauty is the best to rip out of a young person. I have no were else to go, why should I fight it? I'm about to be ruined by age so it's best to get it over and done with. I'm ripe and my skin is ready to be ripped apart in the most painful way possible.

Little did I know that this was put me in never ending circle of loop.

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I found myself running back to him each time. He kept me in this.. Weird state of mind. For many months it started to get more and more constant where I felt if I wasn't near him I would pass away. He makes me feel this type of sickness I want to learn more about.

I wanted to learn more about this person who I call father. I was young and stupid I promise you I didn't know what I doing really. Or did I? I'm not really sure, but I still go back to him all the time. I knew I should cry about it but I can't help but adore this feeling of 'power'. However I still continue to have this burning passion of rage for him.

All my brothers knew except for one. Kai didn't know about it. Chen could careless including Sing and Ame. Everyone doesn't care. I don't care.

I was honestly just a little happy he finally showed me some form of feeling. Even if it was just this. However.. It was finally born.

"A girl..?! A girl you say..?! That's.. That is amazing..! My what a miracle this is..!" Father shouted it finally happened. The plan could finally be fulfilled none of us would have to die. However none the less.. He would die to from the mans hands. Chosuoka brought out the thing

It was.. Disgusting, gross, smelly, and.. Beautiful? But looking at this child only made me want to kill it. This here is.. The reason everything happened. The reason mother refuses to look at me. that thing is the reason. Upon seeing it my whole world went red and I felt dizzy.

I saw mother from the crack of the room mother looked finished. She looked done with it all. That is the reason.

It managed to ruin our lives with out even being born.

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Ena, his brothers, and Xaing were brought to fairly smaller house. Still big and it had a traditional Japanese vibe to it, it was placed on a hill and it was indeed a very nice home. They were still given maids, servants and such. Those servants were the ones that were fired from the other job.

All 14 of them were no use anymore. Although before leaving Kyuufu had pulled all of the brothers aside, well.. almost Everyone. The 12 stood there in his office. While Chousoka and Oroshi stood next to him behind the desk

“Finally.. After all of my constant tries my beautiful daughter is born.. My beautiful beautiful daughter” Beautiful. The very same words that repeated that Kyuufu used to describe Ena. How come he was using those words for it. He thought he was the beautiful one here. Why is he using those words for it? When the word beautiful belongs to him and him only.

“You called us all here.. Get to the point instead gettin’ all gushy about that kid” Kai said, if Ena had to get along with any of his brothers it would be him. “Get to the point.”

“Ah.. Right..” Kyuufu was silent for a minute. “I’ve had this discussion with Oroshi and Chousoka already after the birth of Sumire but.. I have a very special task.. For all of you.. It's quite a important task." Kyuufu told them, before speaking again he stood up using his staff.

"I am sure all of you are aware of him. Half of his plan, you were all born to his will although you now utterly useless to me. At least in that sense" Useless, yes very useless group of failed attempts. However Randoms' scarps can be reusable in some ways.

"Well.. Sumire is a very important figure in all of this." Just as Ena figured, his conclusion proved right his suffering was due to her having to be born. This strike a bigger anger into him. Please stop talking...

"You all have a choice, you choose between protecting and keeping her safe in the sanity of me and her home. Or you choose to be disobedient." Kyuufu had his eyes closed, he knew how much they frightened them. On purpose he opened them bringing a cold air into the room. "Although I do expect all you to keep her at a proper mind. Do I make myself clear?"

"Haha.. What a funny joke.. You can't serious father" Ena spoke, he laughed in denial. Protect it? Make sure she will stay 'pure'? What type of joke is that?

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"Let me repeat it, keep her safe, make her know she isn't going to leave until I say so.. Keep her pure and ready for the plan. As you all.." Don't say it, please don't say it. Don't make me hate it more then I already do. Let me learn to love that thing.

"You all exist for her, you wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her so the least you can do is that. For his sake we must stay cautious and prepared." He said it. Was I only a product of it? Was what he told me many times a lie? I thought I was the pretty one.

Guess not. Now I sit here, alone and cold. No one to make me feel something, just something. It didn't matter if it was painful feelings, feelings that stab me through my chest feelings that are screaming scratching.

"Ena..!! Just what are you doing sitting there looking stupid..! Help me at once..!" Mother yelled, looked back to see she wasn't even looking at me simply yelling. At least.. She isn't trying to kill me.

My world went blurry, my mothers screaming got louder and louder for me. The louder she got the more ringing to my ears it brought me. My body shook my hands clenched.

"Ena..!!!!" She pulled onto my hair.

"Silence you stupid wench..!!"

Our relationship was never the same.

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Before mother, I met that.. Thing when it was 1, it was small and really pale. Like a ghost, welcome to that part of the family. Oroshi, Chousoka, and the twins gushed over it. It's now 2yrs old.

'oh she's such a angle sent from the very heavens above.' 'my whole life is right in front of me' 'My sworn duty is to protect this girl'. More and more, it disgusts me. Just the smell of it was fire to my nose.

"Ena.. Do you not desire to come see Sum--" The rest of it's name rang my ears. For some reason, I can't bring myself to look at it with happiness, or the feeling of safety from it. Although maybe that's a good thing. He seemed undyingly happy. Kyuufu that is.

"Hmph.. Just the sight of that thing is revolting.. My eyes feel like they are about to evaporate just from the mere sight it.. I'm leaving being in this house brings back unwanted memories." I turn back walking out of the door. He followed behind me reaching me like a wolf I didn't notice, and the circle was back in place.

A few months had passed, and mother I had seen was getting along a little too well with the thing. This monster this demon ruined her life no our lives yet she still.. It's weird. I walked passed her one day playing with it's hair, she was braiding it. My mother used to braid my hair, all the time. The more I saw her with it the more I get angry. Father called me into his office.

I feel sick. The mere sight and smell of him hurts me physically. I hate this stupid circle I've put myself in. He uses me over and over and over again, I've lost track of time. After everything was done I was all completely undone. I heard the sound of high heels walking near the room. There was a light from the side of my eye and two black figures, I didn't notice at all until a few seconds they had opened the door.

She looked.. Unimpressed with me. Disappointed, disgusted in me, I could only give her forgiving eyes and scrunched together eye brows. I thought she'd maybe just maybe cut the circle in half but she.. Just walked away with a huff.

I watched them walk away without knowing why.. Why..? Mother..

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They got sent back to were they stayed, the rest of the boys left for bed and Ena was going to but before he could leave Xaing spoke.

"I know what you were doing you filthily animal." She said sternly.

"Wh-what..?" He stuttered on his words. He turned around and looked at his mother his eyes wide. "I.. Mother it is not what you think.. I don't.. I don't want to I just.."

"How long.. How long has this been going on.." She questioned, she clutched her fists not staring at him. Per usual. "How long.."

"Guh.. Uhm.. It's.. Ah..." He couldn't get the proper words out. Talking about it made his skin crawl and his organs do backflips. "A.. Few years, after.. Keiji and Shoji were born the same day.. While you were resting he.. He.. He hurt mother, you were right I was foolish, I feel for the monsters trap. I can't get out of it.. Please.. Mother.." He felt he was about to cry, cry tears of anger and relief finally someone wanted to help him. "It never stops.. I just want it to stop please forgive me mother.."

"You probably wanted it didn't you.." Ena paused for a moment, he looked up his shoulders fell "Always trying to copy me ever since you were a child. It was only obvious you would pull stunt like this. You truly are disgusting Ena. I can't even call you my child." Her words were harsh, brutal and a lie. Finally after many years of no eye contact. She looked at him with a look she had given everyone else but him and Chen, I horrifying glare. "You asked for it didn't you.. It is was you.. Showing yourself around like that, you have no shame.." She walked away. Disappearing in this very very.. Very dark house.

"..." He couldn't muster up words. I just stood there with his head low. That would be the last night Ena cried, but the first night he was began to be more aware of his anger.

One day he was going to kill these sons of a bitches.

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It got older and older and I grew more hateful. It was more nicer looking then me, everyone liked it yet no one bated a eye to me. Did I waste my beauty? I think I did. On a waste of space a man I called father. However I think it's because it's younger and I got older. They don't like you when your old and gross. It came to me one day at the age of 6. It looked.. Happy to see me.

"..Ena-nii... You look.. So.. Pretty.." It's tiny voice rang my ears, I couldn't make out half of what it said.

"Get away from me you rat.." I told it, it was just like a rat.

"Uwahh... Ena-nii has graced me with a compliment... I feel so blessed to be given such names..."

"Your such an idiot.. Has that man taught you nothing..? Goodness I should teach you a thing or two, get it together you dumbass, your useless to this world, a complete waste of space." I insulted once more. This felt so good. I've never felt more empowered. This meant I could tear apart her petals and father could deem her as 'impure' and I can ruin his plan. It's nice knowing that.

"..Fufu... Oh Ena-nii... You are so amazing.. I am deserving of such an amazing big brother... Fufu.." Amazing?

"Your filthy.. God.. Stop being so damn weird...!! Someone get this rat out of my sight..!" It didn't leave, instead looked at me with admiring eyes. It only made me grow Angier.

I picked up a vase and I threw it at me, she fell backwards and I began to shout at her more. "Filthy useless thing..! Who do you think you are..?! Crawl to my feet and ask for forgiveness..!!" It held onto it's head. It began to crawl towards me clinging to my legs.

"Forgive me Ena-nii... I did not mean to.. Cause you any harm... Forgive me... Forgive me... Forgive me..." She did.. Exactly as I wanted her to do. Her voice became weak as was her head was bleeding, I kicked it off of me she made a yelping noise, she looked as though she was about to cry. That made me so unreasonably joyful. Here I was smaller then everyone else and now finally I can make someone smaller. THIS is what power feels like.

"I hate you.. Don't look at me with those cursed eyes you filthy animal..!!" I smashed a cup to the floor, it flinched. Screaming more 'forgive me's'.

This child was a useless waste of space.

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The more time went on the more I got a hold of myself and the circle was more triangle shaped. On one or more occasions he'd call me into his office and the triangle would take it's proper shape again. I began making him upset on purpose, I avoid mother a lot.

I am now 18, meaning the ceremony must begin it's become my turn to be broken, to become a full fledged Kanashi. At least that's what he says. This wouldn't be my first time attending one as my siblings all have had one at 10 and then one at 18. Now it's my turn.

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"My ceremony should be the very best looking, magnificent and all. No mistakes anywhere you understand..?! Someone as great as me deserves the most outstanding ceremony..!" Ena spoke proudly. His hand was on his fathers desk, Kyuufu's eyes closed in semi annoyance.

"Yes yes..." He sighed.

"It's the least you could do for me.."

"Ena.. You do know what this ceremony means right..? You know what will happen right..?" Kyuufu said "all of those clans including ours are there.. 'the moon ceremony', you understand don't you..? This isn't fun and games Ena.."

"I'm way more aware of that than any of you think I am. I'm ready for it, they can try all they want but I won't be tainted by the mouths of those creatures.” Ena told him, he had planned to not let himself become exactly what they wanted, he won’t cry, he look like he’s in pain. He won’t let them get what they want out of him.

“Remember something, we can not have any screw ups.. Don’t let your rebellious attitude get in the way of this.. If something goes wrong you’ll be the one making up for it understand..?”

"I get it.. Now leave me be, you smell like shit father." Ena looked his father, who was too close for comfort it would be a understatement to say Ena wasn't uncomfortable. Kyuufu leaned closer to him and.

"Guh.. You bit me.." Kyuufu's mouth began to bleed, Ena stepped back running out to find a bathroom.

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"Cough.. Cough... Gaaahhh..." I found a bathroom, I fell to my knee's and gagged, coughed. I stuck my fingers into my mouth to puke I held onto my throat and squeezed, anything to get that toxic out of my mouth, off my lips. One single touch from that god awful man I despise with my being is enough to kill me. Like a world wide disease yet it only affects me. Wipes me out in seconds.

I felt this wet drips of something fall from my eyes, dripping into the toilet they fall from the upper part of my nose, my snake like green eyes had gotten blurry and suddenly my ears started to ring once more. I moved shakingly to put my hands onto my ears to silence the overbearing sounds. "A-.. Gnn..." My eyes shut tightly. These drips of water fell to me sounded like loud splashes. They were heavy and painful. During these bad times it was hard for him to realize he was being watched by a certain brother behind the door.

I have realized even more that I can't let myself be what they want me to be. I refuse to do what he wants me to. No matter what I won't.

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"Ena.. Are you almost ready..?" Ena, a very beautiful boy, putting on the rest of his makeup, he'd scared off the people whom were supposed to help him by yelling at them. 'you did this wrong' 'that's the wrong colour' he'd just decided to do it on his own. Xaing was watching, she herself dressed in a red hanfu.

Xaing got closer to him, pulling his face towards her looking down at him. "You learned from me.. However this shade doesn't suit you well, go for a darker red. This one." A blood colour of lip gloss. Xaing painted his lips with it. "See, look.. How better is that..?" Ena looked at himself in the mirror, he was covered in the colour red. The red colour matching his pitch black hair and ghost skin.

However he looked just as lifeless as his mother did. This was not a happy day. Xaing began to braid his hair a red ribbon intertwining with the locks of it.

"Now.. Are you ready..?"

"..." He paused. "Yes.."

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There should be no reason I should get dragged into this. The plan that we were all born into even if us boys were the failed parts of it, I don't understand why Chousoka is getting all worked up over nothing.

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Chousoka, Oroshi, and Ena all sat in silence in the car driving to see Sumire.

"I can not believe father.. Sending her away to.. live with vampires.. Vampires..!? Is it not in our blood to hate them..?!" Chousoka exclaimed.

"Chousoka.. You knew this would happen one day.. This is fathers business now, we no longer have to be apart of the plan." Oroshi responded. He was the most calmer out of the rest of them.

"Not the point here, do you three not understand..? She's gone.. I can't.. I can't just let her go like that, In can't let her slip past through just like that.. it's too soon... I will save her."

"You truly are a piece of work.. It's so sad how you actually think your gonna get away with this.. You do know who's sons those boys are from right..?" Ena sounded annoyed. "Karl-Heinze is no joke.. You are being a idiot per usual. Just deal with the fact that we are no longer useful."

"Who on earth are you calling a idiot..?!" Chousoka shouted. "You be silent at once, if father heard how you were talking right now he'd--"

"We're here.."

There stood a massive dark mansion, they felt a shiver up their spins from the cold and bad aura they'd gotten from the place. When the car door opened the smell of vampires was strong. Too strong, however the smell of a women was just as strong. Reconizing it immediately, Sumire.

"She is here.." Oroshi said, walking out of the car the other two following behind. The car driving away, there they were standing alone in front of this house.

"Hmph.. Fairly small. I've seen bigger.. For vampires I'd expect more then this" Ena mumbled. "Ugh.. And this smell... The smell of vampires makes me dizzy." There were pros and cons to have the nose of a Kanashi.

"Lets go.." They'd began walking to the entrance, the door had opened before they could. A female maid had opened it, looking generally pleased to these good looking men but none the less she wasn't going to let these good looking shady men into the home.

"Eh.. Please leave..." She said nervously.

"Now there isn't such a need, please let us in. No need to be cautious" Chousoka flashed her a smile, she felt herself swept off her feet. She was about to decline once more before the sound of a man came.

"Excuse me.. But who might you three be..?" They'd recognized the smell after a few seconds, hearing the voice of the person was much more helpful, it was him. Reiji Sakamaki.

"Ahh.. I thought we'd never meet again.. Reiji." Chousoka and Reiji left on.. Rather better terms then the rest of his brothers did with the other ones. However it was only better terms, not saying it was good.

"You.. Not only one but three of the Kanashi's, oh how I feel so honoured to have the three eldest's of Kyuufu Kanashi in my presence.." Reiji said sarcastically, Reiji truly pissed Ena off, he got reminded of Chousoka from him too much.

"Hmm.. How I enjoy your sarcasm Reiji. Tell your maid to let us in, if you'd be so kind." He gave him a passive aggressive smile, the maid moved out of the way.

"Ah yes.. Come to my house uninvited and me not let you inside, just were are my manners..?" Sarcasm. Ena had to laugh, it was nice seeing Chousoka with someone who could give him a run for his money.

"Yes well you do no how I enjoy doing what I please without permission."

"Haah.." Reiji pushed up his glasses. "Just.. Tell me what you three are doing here, I doubt you'd come here without any business here"

"You know why I'm here, where is she..?" Chosuoka had gotten a serious face. Meeting Reiji's glare at the mention of 'she'.

"Hoh..? So that's why huh..? You've in search of Sumire I see..? Haha.. Hahaha... I have to laugh that truly is such a funny reason to come here.." He laughed, Ena couldn't help but glare at that. "You do know.. That my father would kill you if you tried to get in the way of our affairs. That women belongs to us now, we can take it from here. She's become our loyal servant. You might as well walk out the door."

"I'm not leaving until I get her out of this hell hole. Your father means nothing to me, I could kill him if I pleased." Chousoka responded. Sounding more irritated then before.

"Hm.. You are laughable Chousoka Kanashi."

"Ugh... The smell of you in disgusting... My nose stings..." Ena put a hand on his mouth.

"I could say the same to you, the over sweet smell is too much." Reiji spat back.

"Ufu..~ Is that who I think it..? Three as well..? My what a surprise..!"

"Laito.." Oroshi noticed, "it's not just you either is it..?"

"Nope~"

"Tch.. You three..? The hell ya doin' in our home...?!" Ayato Sakamaki.

"Ne.. Teddy.. This sweet smell is so strong... Yet what's displayed out in front of me isn't appetizing." Kanato Sakamki. The triplets gathered together, following each other like little ducks.

"Haah... My sleep ruined for these freaks..? Annoying.. Very very annoying." Shuu Sakamaki.

"..." Subaru Sakamaki, standing at the top of the stairs, saying nothing but scowling look at the three. Light shining from him. He seemed as though he'd been hiding something behind him.

"Oh my, if only the rest of my dear younger brothers were here to experience such a amazing moment." Chousoka smirked, he seemed to be getting off to the fact he was seeing all six of boys he'd been told so many stories about.

"I'm gonna puke... This.. This smell is unbearable..." Ena's grip onto his mouth tightened. However add onto the smell of six of these, a smell of another catch to his nostrils. Not only him but Oroshi and Chousoka as well. A far too familiar smell hiding behind Subaru.

"The fuck you looking at..?" Subaru said. His glare getting worse then before, sending menacing looks their way.

"We all know who's behind you... You aren't slick." Oroshi gave a side glare to Subaru. He could be scary when he wanted.

"Tut.. Why should I..? What do you get out of it..?"

"I don't get anything, however... It is best you move." Oroshi was more stern that time. His glare shooting into Subaru, however he stayed where he was. "Sumire is no fool.. She knows better, I personally don't plan to take her away.. However I'm not sure how I like you keeping my sister away from me when I came all this way just to see her... Now move, before I do something about it." Oroshi sounded threatening. Subaru stayed still, looking anxious and wary.

"I see... I didn't want to play this way.. But.. You have left me no choice." Ena knew what tactic he was talking about, Sumire would fall for that instantly. Anyone would. "Sumire, my dear come out from there, I missed you so dearly." His words enticing. Noticing a little twitch at Subaru's arm.

"Sumire. It's best for all of us if you come out.." Words slowly fading from sweet and tender. "Sumire.. I'm not asking you." The sound of her name began making Ena's ears ring once more.

"Sumire... Sumire... Sumire this is a order...!! Come out this instant..!!" And that was that. Sumire came from behind running towards him immediately. Hugging him almost fearfully yet excited.

Oroshi used to do that to me. When I didn't listen.

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In the end, they managed to score a few nights here, by Sumire's request. Oroshi and Chousoka were over with Sumire. It'd been too long they felt they were about to rip their faces off. Ena stayed in his bedroom hiding. Brushing his hair in the mirror he caught onto a persons smell that entered the room as well as someone watching.

"Do you honestly think I'm a fool..? I know your there.. Laito." The calm face he had before became annoyed and irritated.

"That's my name don't wear it out." Laito spoke teasingly. "Thought I'd come chat, you know.. It's been so long.."

"Not long enough.. Get out. If it's nothing important then I don't care." Ena tried to get him out of the room. However this is LAITO sakamaki we are talking about. No means yes.

"Hooh.. How your words wound me.. You're telling me you didn't miss an old friend..? Oh how mean..~" Laito teased. Placing his hand on the chair leaning. "Drinking wine I see..? Are you doing that because of Sumi..--"

"Silence...!!" Ena shouted. "Don't you care say that things name.. Not in front of me.. She should be dead right.." Ena stood from his seat. Giving an angry look to Laito.

"Fufu.. Hit a nerve didn't I..? I knew you hated your sister but I didn't think this much. How sad.. I actually like her, maybe we aren't alike in that sense." He said. 'alike' who when where in what universe where they alike? Ena thought to himself, he stared at him confused. Before speaking once again.

"You think we're alike..? On what planet did you learn that on?" Ena chuckled. "I am not like some vile creature, don't put me to your level. Haha.. I'm not sure I enjoy your sense of humour." Ena stepped forward making eye to eye contact with him.

The air tense, bringing a weird aura that was tight around the air. "Do not assume I won't end you right here and now.. I would if I could." Ena deciding to play along with the little teasing tones. "Your a sad sad man Laito.. I wonder what poor miss Cordelia would have to say about how you've become.. She'd be pleased wouldn't she..? That her son became a year round whore just like herself. Laughable, like mother like son I suppose." Ena looked to his side keeping his pride.

Laito's smile dropped, while Ena's stayed. Ena's pushed onto the bed next to them, this position reminded him of someone. Who was it again? He wondered, the thought made his ears ring.

Laito squeezing his throat hard. Tightening the grip onto Ena's wrist with his other hand. "Your heart is racing.. Am I scaring you..?" Laito whispered in his ear. "You should know your place.. Ena."

"Look at your hands.. Pretty boy, what do they tell me hmm..? That you are a sad weak simple human." THIS was what Ena craved.

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Ena went back after the few weeks of being there. He soon learned if he stayed there any longer he'd explode. He never had to have any business with his father again, Kyuufu was officially done using his little scraps. No longer would he have to worry about being useful for something. Yet.. He's still able to hear the faint whispers of him.

His cold hands still linger onto him and even though he hates that man with his whole soul. He still yearns for him, he yearned for some form of love no matter how horrible it was. No matter no how much he'll be damaged over and over again. He wanted some form of affection.

Would or could someone spare him a glance, maybe he'd wasted his beauty, his youth. He was used up, dry and old. I refuse to let go of myself.

“Why didn’t you ask for help?” Kai asked Ena. They sat near a waterfall cherry blossoms fell. April was a terrible year.

“Ena.. Why..? I could’ve helped you if you just.. Said something” Kai asked again, why? Why although Ena sat there his legs crossed arms in his lap watching the waterfall from on the cliff saying nothing. Eyes full of nothing so empty yet so full it was strange. “Ena.. Why..?” He spoke again.

The wind blew causing more and more cherry blossoms to fall and dance around them. It was golden hour meaning he wouldn’t be up yet. HE wouldn’t be awake. Ena still sat there thinking. The wind was so strong it blew his ribbon away making his hair fall out now embracing the wind. He turned to look at Kai, for what felt like years of keeping quiet.. No not quiet but finally addressing that big elephant in the room he smiled and said.

“What help was needed?.”

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Ena Kanashi, the the third of the Kanashi family son. A gift from god as his name suggests standing in front of the red silky curtain. His smell of sweet sweet blood entering before he could. His beauty like no other. At least.. For the son of the family.

For he was a scrap project. A recyclable piece of crumpled paper, he was once 'clean', he was once a very happy child. But because of the hands of man he has become 'unclean'. So now he stands here, 18yrs old in a flowing gorgeous very clean and unwrinkled hanfu. In that night he was covered in red.

One tear fell from his face from him blinking, was he sad? He wasn't really sure. Scared maybe but that's not what he wanted to do. His face stayed emotionless while a few tears fell. Xaing wiped them with a wipe.

"Fix yourself" Fix yourself. As if he wasn't trying to. He looked right in front of him, his mother going on. It was hot, he felt himself burning. His mother went on. "Ena.. don't let those people ruin you.."

There it was. The curtains opened and the eyes of many would see Ena in all his glory. One step two step three step. Stop. Get another good look of him. There laid a table, a table.. One step three four seven. Click and clack in the full moon of night.

"Lay here." He did as he was told. Sitting there with all eyes on him. All eyes on him. "Ena Kanashi.. The third son. The gift sent from god. Allow us to have our feast."

Ena moved down the side of his hanfu, showing his skin. "Eat me" Just let him let go of himself, let the ringing stop as tonight it was uncontrolled.

As if in instance, they moved to him like dogs. Held downwards,

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"Haha..!! Do what you came to do.. You filthy disgusting animals...!!!" Spare me some mercy, spare me some mercy.

Tears fell from my face, i laughed uncontrollably. “Eat me..!! You filthy creatures…!”

I can take a little bit more. Just a little more, I believe I can take it. For I can take just a little more, I promise.

“Haahhh…. Haha… Have I.. done enough..?” It’s hot, open a window for me so I can breath. The world is gone and it’s simply me.

A gift from god, what my name suggests.

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Admin- if you read this far, Ena and you will burn a house down

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

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

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

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“C’mon.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“I said no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Debatable.

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

And Aaron was out of the conversation again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I Wanna Know You | Matthew Tkachuk

I heard this hannah montana song in a store at the beginning of december, immediately thought of Matthew, and then spent a week with it stuck in my head and trying to plan it out. sorry this isn’t a request, but I needed a break from writing them to remember why I loved writing. yikes. anyway, apparently I’m still incapable of writing fics that aren’t based on or inspired by songs. maybe one day...

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When I saw you over there, I didn't mean to stare But my mind was everywhere, I wanna know you

Matthew Tkachuk was magnetic. He’d always been like that, loud, the center of attention, lighting up whatever room he’d walked into. He thrived when all eyes were on him, and he lived to make people smile. That’s where you met him, at a party just before the start of the season, in Gio’s backyard on a night that wasn’t quite summer and not quite fall, either.

You were friends with Johnny's girlfriend, and she’d insisted that you come along. She’d told you that no one would care, and she had been right, because no one had paid you any mind other than asking what you wanted to drink. Besides, looking around, you were pretty sure other people had brought plus-ones or plus-twos and threes. 

Matthew was holding court in a corner of the yard, always with a shitty beer in his hand and a small crowd of people around him. Your eyes kept being drawn to him, not just for the way whatever stories he was telling periodically sent up peals of laughter into the night sky, but for the way his face lit up when he talked.

He caught you in the kitchen when you were grabbing water. 

“I don’t know you,” he said bluntly. You were taken aback. “I mean-” Matthew shook his head. “I’m Matthew,” he said, holding out the hand that wasn’t holding yet another Bud Light. 

“I know,” you said before you could stop yourself. 

Matthew laughed. “You a fan?” 

“Would you stop talking to me if I told you I were an Oilers fan?” You mostly just wanted to see what he would say. 

Matthew wrapped an arm around your shoulders and dragged you back outside. “Nope.”

There's a mark above your eye, you got it in July Fightin' for your sister's reputation

It was well after dark, and you’d had more than a few drinks. Which probably amounted to whatever courage it took to reach out and poke Matthew in the forehead where he was sitting next to you at a bonfire someone had built. 

“Ow,” Matthew said, rubbing his forehead. You hadn’t even poked him hard enough to leave a mark, but there was something there, a cut just above his eyebrow that had barely healed all the way.

“How’d you get that?” you asked.

On your other side, Noah snorted. Matthew flipped him off. “I’ll have you know that I was defending my little sister’s honor.” Noah laughed outright now. “Okay, she and Luke Hughes were arguing about something dumb down at the Lake this summer, and I stepped in.”

“And?” you prompted, because you could tell the story didn’t end there. 

“And I wasn’t paying attention where I was walking and fell off the end of the dock and hit my head.” Matthew somehow managed to look sheepish while grinning as the group sitting around the fire burst out laughing. He rubbed at his forehead again wryly. “My mom says it’s gonna scar,” he added. 

“Maybe leave out the falling off a dock part next time you tell the story,” you told him. 

Matthew grinned at you and winked. You settled back into your lawn chair and took a sip of your drink, watching as Matthew launched into another tale of something that happened at the lake over the summer, thinking that you could get used to this.

Matthew kissed you for the first time later that night, alone in the hallway as the party was winding down, still tasting a little of beer, and, yeah, you could definitely get used to this. 

And valentines are lame So you bring me flowers just for no occasion

The first time Matt brought you flowers for no reason, you were suspicious. It wasn’t your birthday, or anniversary, or Valentine’s Day– and he hadn’t missed any of those things, either. But there they were, waiting on the table in your apartment when you got home from work. You knew they were from Matthew because the card had one of his dumb cheesy jokes on it, but you still didn’t know why they were from Matthew. You snapped a picture and sent it to him, simply asking, “what did you do?”

Matt called you instead of responding. 

“What did you do?” you asked again.

“What makes you think I did something?” Matthew asked. You could hear him pouting. 

“Why else would you give me flowers?” You were still a little anxious about it, and Matthew wasn’t exactly helping. “How did you even get them in my apartment, anyway?” The Flames were on a road trip, had flown out to Chicago that morning.

“Used your spare key and dropped ‘em off before I went to the airport this morning,” he said. He sounded a little proud of himself.

“Matthew,” you sighed. “I gave you my spare key for emergencies,” you chided.

“And I needed to give you flowers!”

“Matt!”

“Okay, I just-” Matthew cut himself off. “My dad used to send my mom flowers from longer road trips, and I always thought that would be something I would do one day.” Matt trailed off, and he sounded hesitant for the first time all conversation.

You reached out and ran your fingers over the petals on one of the roses in the bouquet. They were pretty, and it was cute that Matthew had wanted to give you flowers, had thought of it while getting ready for a road trip in the middle of a busy season. 

“You couldn’t have at least put them in a vase?” you asked, grinning, though Matthew couldn’t see you.

Matt huffed out a laugh, surprised. “I was running late!”

“Yeah, well, now these poor flowers are half-dead,” you told him, holding your phone between your shoulder and your ear so you could root through your cabinets for a vase to rescue the flowers that were indeed wilting a little.

“Then I’ll just have to send you more,” he said.

“Oh my God, Matthew.”

The flowers kept coming throughout that first season together, with no real rhyme or reason: before some road trips, whether they were over a week or just two days, or when he came home from a road trip, showing up at your door and producing a bouquet with a flourish and a crooked grin. It always meant that Matthew had been thinking of you, no matter where he was.

You smile, nеver shout You stand out in a crowd

As Matthew got older, he had developed a habit of adopting rookies. It was entertaining to watch: Matthew, not really much older than a rookie himself, but with an A on his chest nonetheless, going full big brother-mode on all the kids fresh into the league.

Which is why you were woken up in the middle of the night by a phone call from one of said rookies. You listened to Matthew stumble out of bed and root around for a hoodie in the dark, grumbling under his breath about “idiot kids.”

“What happened?” you asked, still half-asleep.

“Fucking ow,” he said, tripping over one of his shoes. “Fucking Zary got in a fight at a bar or something, I don’t know. He asked me to come pick him up.” Matthew had managed to get matching shoes on his feet, and was now looking for his keys. “I’ll be back with him later if I don’t kill him.”

Matthew did not kill Zary, just drove him home and directed him to the guest bedroom to sleep it off, because he did love his rookies, though he would never admit it to anyone. 

The next morning, Connor was waiting nervously in the kitchen when you both woke up.

“Coffee, kid?” Matt asked.

“I didn’t start the fight!” Connor blurted.

Matthew snorted. “I didn’t ask, but good for you, kid.” He started fiddling with his coffee maker. 

“You’re not gonna, like, yell at me?”

“Do you want me to?”

You laughed softly. “Be nice, Matthew.”

“I’m always nice!” Matthew protested. “And, no, I’m not gonna yell, but you are bag skating after practice for a week,” he told Zary, pointing a fork at him. The piece of fruit he’d had speared on it fell off and hit the floor. “Ah, fuck.”

You're fragile and you're strong A beautiful and perfect combination

For the most part, Matthew didn’t let much bother him. He was good at leaving the game on the ice, not taking anything too personally. He did, however, take his game very seriously. He was always trying to be better, for himself for the team, and he prided himself on becoming a leader in the locker room over the years. He took bad losses to heart, and he was the first to blame himself for any mistakes he made. 

The Flames were having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, well, couple of weeks. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating just a little, but it certainly wasn’t pretty. They were losing more than they were winning– they lost every game on a four game road trip, the games they were winning were sloppy, and they were losing ground in the standings. To make matters worse, in the latest game, Matthew had missed an easy goal on an empty net. Yeah, definitely not pretty. 

You made it home before him and waited. 

Matthew slammed the front door when he came in, but there wasn’t a lot of force behind it, like he was too exhausted even for frustration. You had been idly watching an Oilers game because it was on, but you turned the TV off when Matt came into the living room. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, his tie wasn’t tied properly anymore, and his dress shirt was rumpled. 

“Oh, babe,” you said. Matthew made a face at you. “Do you want to change or just-”

“Cuddle?” Matt asked.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Come over here.”

Matt wasted no time in coming over and flopping gracelessly onto the couch with his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he pressed into your hand.

Matthew sighed, long and loud, ending in “Fuck.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you tried, but you both knew you were lying. 

Matthew opened one eye to glare at you. “I hate this so much,” he said. There was a crease between his eyebrows, and he’d been chewing on his bottom lip. He sat up and pushed his hands through his already messy hair. “I don’t understand what’s wrong, we’re supposed to be a better team than this.”

You really weren’t sure how to comfort Matthew, but you hated seeing him like this. You reached out and took one of his hands, pulling him in for a hug. He slumped against you like his strings had been cut.

“I’m supposed to be better than this,” he whispered, and there it was. Matthew could grin his way through a game, letting chirps and insults roll off his shoulders, but when it came down to it, he would always be worried about being good enough, always wanting to impress everyone. To make people proud.

“Oh, babe,” you said again, but this time your heart broke a little for him. Matthew sighed again. “This is not your fault, you know that. You are good, and you’re a good team. You’ll get through this just fine.”

Matthew huffed like he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t argue with you. You sat quietly in the dark living room for a while, long enough you thought Matthew had fallen asleep. 

“Hey,” you said quietly. Matthew stirred and stretched. “You have a couple days off next weekend. Do you wanna drive out to Banff and do something?”

Matthew perked up immediately. “Can we go dog sledding?”

I like how you are with me In our future history

It was the end of the season, and you were at another backyard party at the Giordano’s. You were idly watching Matthew chase some of his teammates’ kids around. Well, actually, Matt was being chased by some and chasing some others. You weren’t sure how anyone knew who was doing the chasing. The other girls were chatting around you, but you were only half-listening as you watched Matthew scoop up a giggling Tillie Backlund and spin her around.

You couldn’t help but think about how Matthew would be with kids of your own one day. 

“I’m too young for baby fever,” you muttered into your sangria. 

Annica laughed next to you, following your gaze. “He’ll be a good dad one day,” she commented.

“You are not helping!” The other girls were laughing, now, too. 

“Have you two ever really talked about the future?” Meredith asked.

You scoffed. You hadn’t even been together for a year yet. “Not really,” you admitted. 

Your eyes didn’t leave Matthew as he flopped into the grass and let the kids swarm him. And yet. Matthew hadn’t stopped talking about how much he couldn’t wait for you to come down to St. Louis this summer, to really meet his family, to spend time down at the lake with everyone. How much his family was going to love you. 

You’d always dreamed of your future, of a picture-perfect wedding and a few kids and a dog. Growing up, the man of your dreams had always been just that, a dream, but lately when you thought about the future, Matthew was always there. That certainly felt like something important. 

After a few more minutes, Matthew extricated himself from the small mob of kids and made his way over to you, pulling the empty chair next to you close and kissing your temple as he dropped into it. 

“What’re you guys gossiping about?” Matt asked, plucking your glass from your hand and taking a drink. He made a face, but didn’t give it back to you.

“You’re great with all those kids,” Lauren said pointedly. Matthew beamed. 

Your group dissipated a little not long after that, and Matthew tugged you out of your own chair and into his lap. He poked you in the side a couple times.

“You’re awfully quiet.” You made a noncommittal noise. “What’re you thinking about, babe?” he asked.

You nosed at his jawline, pressed a kiss there. “You ever think about having kids?” you murmured.

Matt’s arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer into him. “Yeah, of course.” He was smiling softly at you. “Oh.” 

You giggled a little. “Just one day,” you added.

Matthew kissed you, just a quick peck. “Yeah, one day,” he said.

One day didn’t feel so far away if you knew it would be Matthew by your side. Maybe you’d be used to his antics by then.

And maybe someday down the road I'll sit back and say to myself, "Yeah, I thought so"