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m1ckeyb3rry · 9 months ago

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LMAOOO THE PHOTOSHOP the dynamics are lowk almost giving fwtkac crew im crying

LMAOO WAIT OMG I REMEMBER WHEN THOSE WERE HUHE I’m blanking on the name but I fr remember people paying like hundreds to get like a video greeting from people…but anyways not yuki exposing Chris like that AHAHAHA otoya also can’t catch a break i love it it’s so funny

YES YUKI SHOW THEM HOW JTS DONE LMAOO the dynamic is so real Karasu and otoya being stupid like normal and yuki having to deal with their shit except this time he’s got like a 100ft metal rock snake to whack them with (bro this is just fwtkac reader thinking yukis hot and yuki putting everyone else to shame at first)

BABYS FIRST LOOK AT CORRUPTION I CANT but LOL I SEE RHE VISION anti training team x another way to read into the meaning of the x that’s so smart the celebrity crushes so real though actually now that you mention it I don’t think it’d be a pokemon au without one LOL I feel like almost everyone has one in the pokemon anime to some degree

Tabieita cannot be separated or changed destined to be closeted loser dumbasses in every universe

Ok this has me losing it I’m about to go watch an animal documentary to find out but after a quick search the only one I can find is ritual….and then behavior LMAO there’s some terms but it’s specific to a certain behavior like courting or wtv so…but yeah anyways DHHSHS no because I said the mediocre thing because it was kinda funny but my mind immediately jumped to that end of the world entry damn this scene has me in my feels imagine the moment mc fully explains the whole situation with Barou omg

LMAOO wait actually that’s be really fucking hilarious just casually “oh yeah hi I’m the champion of another region btw nbd”

LMAO the red black theme so true and those people in game who check your Pokémon’s happiness send me lowk I forgot they existed but imagine you get scammed by one of those two like an unlicensed therapist or something…POKEMON AU CRUISE EPISODE /j LMAOO it wouldn’t be pokemon without a getting trapped on a boat ep /hj STOP WHY IS THERE LOWK MAGIKARP READER ANGST??? GOODBYE “I dont regret saving you” it’s over for me guys but LMFAO imagine they’re all crying and mc and gyarados come back and they put the pieces together and karasus like “STARAPTOR WTF”

KUNIGAMI CHESNAUT SO REAL another vibe check approval wtf why does that fit so well ludicolo and Bachira too omg

LMAO KAISER wait it’s gotta be able to mega too so it gets that extra long Emo bang in front (imagine he has ness trim it too) but OOOOH Mikage gardevoir…Lowk makes me wonder if maybe they’d have a tradition where they give a ralts to their heirs to evolve into gardevoirs as they take on the company (imagine his face when he sees gallade)

BRURHH SAME yukis little “noa…” has me gone like GET HIM IN I’d be hopeful and say maybe he’ll get subbed in once noa steps back out but I have no idea if the last goal will be scored while noas still on field so…ok yeah I’m just taking it as a random PxG player then because I didn’t see anything LMAO BALD ON BALD VIOLENCE LFMSOSDJSOA im crying why’s that so funny

BRO I DIDNT EITHER??? Im wondering if maybe it got kinda fucked up when I copy pasted it into a different word file because I fr was reading through it adjusting like every other word (yukis was the worst maybe I channeled my inner yuki vision then) I fr don’t know how you read through it it fr must’ve been that wavelength connection (sorry to everyone else who might’ve read it too oops) ok but like the typos are like…you’d still be able to anagram them or understand what’s going on via context but reading through them KILLS me like just the acting reading through either an unfinished sentence a repeated word or some awfully autocorrected phrase made me die inside a little like if I were the one just reading it and not writing I would’ve closed the tab after the first sentence shdhskdhshs

Ok wait this is getting really long BUT OAEU SAE EDITION DROP OMG ok just generally that was really cute omg LMFAO sae first pinning the blame all on aiku like “yeah he’s the one with the problem not me tho dw” and Aiku flipping out like “bitch wtf I fw my coffee” and sae being like “sorry bro I forgot” (me) but BRO THAT COWORKER WHO RAT MC OUT I was ready to throw hands like bro read the room….aiku having to put up with saes whims is so funny he’s about to go through hell before he gets his own moment (like you said, karma LMAO) also mc being able to hold her composure for like, basically almost the entire time they interact is insane like props to her

The lab experiment text to sendou sent me LMAOO I’m crying the baby chick thing too and SAES INTERVIEW RESPONSE REVEAL LMFAOOOOOOOO I totally forgot about that the beef goes crazy and then y/n being “ummm I guessed?” SO DUMB LMFAOO aiku watching and listening like these two dumbasses HAHAHA the immediately auto rejection of the autograph has me reeling too and the phone call too “uhh Aiku said I should say this so” LMAO

another banger that was great and yk I don’t even care much for sae soooo

- Karasu anon

LMAOO okay wait you’re lowkey so right like tullia as fwtkac bestie is actually so valid (except instead of bestie x otoya and reader x karasu they’re all just siblings…unless tullia ends up w otoya instead of isagi/chigiri/hiori?? tbh i can see it because it would be a hilarious menaces to lovers slowburn to rival reader and nagi’s rivals to lovers but at the same time they’re also really good as just a platonic duo so idk)

NO LITERALLY i just think otoya as a fanboy is hilarious he WOULD be the one to get scammed into sending sm money to someone like that 😭 pls yukimiya has 0 chill he has no qualms about just telling otoya the truth straight up

pokémon au is actually yukimiya’s redemption for how much bullshit he has to deal with in normal blue lock 😰 his team is actually really really good too in a competitive sense (considering he used to be a battler — maybe even an elite 4 candidate — before his health got to him and he had to switch to contests) so karasu and otoya were double idiots for messing with him 😭 LMAOO omg this lowkey is fwtkac except instead of “who gets to be reader’s bf” it’s “who gets to be reader’s stand in older brother figure” HFKSJSK

there’s def going to be a lot of hints that the world/government are super corrupt but that’s one of the earlier ones!! i want the reveal about team x (not just barou’s involvement but also everything w the govt) to be a surprise but also to make sense ykwim 🤔 like one of those “how did i miss that” moments where it also completely changes how you look at the story upon rereading it!!

HELPPP IT REALLY ISN’T POKÉMON WITHOUT CELEBRITY CRUSHES originally i considered reader’s being chris prince but otoya’s being a prince stan is so funny that i think her liking luna is better 😭 maybe she mentions it to nagi offhandedly before either of them get to the seventh gym and he’s like “huh cool 👍” (he himself does not have any celebrity crushes…it took him long enough to realize he has an ACTUAL crush on reader he’s never going to realize he likes a celebrity) and then manshine trio manages to get to luna’s gym before reader and co?? and when she challenges luna he’s like “you’ll have to give me a day bro my last challenger absolutely crushed my team” and reader is like “oh who was it” and luna’s like “this white haired freak with a crazy strong reuniclus and an arcanine” (since poison is weak to psychic so reuniclus stomps most of them and then roserade/scolipede’s secondary types are weak to fire so arcanine packs them up rq) and reader’s like NAGI??? because nagi usually doesn’t put too much effort into gym battles but he had to lock in this time (he claims he “didn’t have a reason” but we ALL know the truth…) okay wait also if we go the tullia and otoya route imagine she’s fangirling over loki and otoya’s like “he’s not even all that 😒” but he doesn’t know WHY he’s mad he just. is mad. LMAOAOA

okay i guess it must have been ritual?? HAHA that makes sense anyways 😭 or maybe custom idk it’s been a while since i watched any nature docs 😩 but agreed the whole barou second death sequence is sooo painful especially because reader doesn’t know it’s not actually him?? i think afterwards isagi will be the one to tell her everything about barou’s illness and maybe they sent barou to ego and anri for an autopsy and isagi reveals that barou was already dead and what she killed was a ghost pokémon…which is kind of a relief in one sense because it means she didn’t kill him herself but it’s also so crushing because it means there was never any chance that she could save him as he’s been dead the whole time 😓 i feel like reading the story with that knowledge would be crazy too because if you think about it the ACTUAL barou basically haunts the narrative the entire time (literally the only times we see him are in flashbacks w the reader or this one arc where she and nagi go through old tapes of barou’s battles) it gives it a very weird feel knowing that reader is chasing after someone she can never catch

SPEAKING OF CHASING I CAME UP WITH THE NAME OF THE STORY!! it’s in the notion outline ss I posted which i’m sure you saw but at least for now i’m calling it pursuit which is a double meaning!! on the one hand reader is in pursuit of barou but pursuit is actually also an egg move of houndoom’s and i think reader’s houndoom will have it (not barou’s though he’ll have some other thematically appropriate egg move)!! there will be two main times she uses it: the first is in her first battle with nagi, when his growlithe gets scared and he just gives up and is about to return his growlithe when she tells houndour to use pursuit (pursuit does more damage if the opposing pokémon is about to be returned) so that growlithe stays in battle while she yells at nagi to grow up and actually be a trainer (this sets him up to be a rival as well as subtly hinting that he’ll be the love interest since the title is referenced in their first meeting) and the second is in the final confrontation against barou after she’s won against his houndoom; barou attempts to flee but reader orders her houndoom to use pursuit on him and since it’s a pokémon houndoom is able to drag him back and kill him with that move!! idk it just felt like a simple but v fitting title hehe…also i’ve started planning arcs out and i’m pretty sure this bad boy is going to be HEFTY (as in ten arcs planned and reader still only has four badges, has only just gotten her magikarp, and just learned what team x’s purpose even is) DJDJSJJS when i was writing ship in the harbor each arc was roughly 25-30k words but i don’t THINK they’ll be as long in this story?? however that should give you a general planned word count for the au and suffice to say: 😱

HELPPP YK WHAT I BET OTOYA GETS SCAMMED BY THEM like “wow your eevee is really sad if you want an umbreon buy these special uhhh potions just from us” and ofc otoya wants an umbreon so he shells out even more money meanwhile his eevee is standing there the whole time staring at him like 😍🥰☺️ because it loves him sm HFKSDK and then tullia looks at the potion and is like “yup you got scammed again” and karasu’s like “fucking idiot this is why my sister would never want you 🤣🫵🏻”

YES MAGIKARP + READER ANGST i think it not only characterizes reader but also makes the pokémon feel like parts of the plot instead of just devices?? especially because the whole theme of the story is answering aiku’s research question of whether or not pokémon can feel familial bonds!! and PLEASE that’s exactly how i envisioned it like reader pulls up to the beach where everyone’s sobbing and she’s like “damn who died” and karasu’s like “you 😢” before he pauses and is like WHAT THE FUCK…poor staraptor was doing its best 😔 karasu def puts it in timeout though LMAOOO even though it didn’t technically report anything incorrect ☝🏻

i think assigning pokémon to characters/people is like my true calling i only spit out bangers LMAOAOA jkjk but fr chesnaught just fit kuni so well!! and ludicolo having that whole fun silly dancing vibe to it really matched bachira’s freak…YES EMO KAISER + EMO ABSOL THAT’S EXACTLY THE VIBE I WAS GOING FOR i think the e4 candidates (besides isagi since he cameos earlier) will make their first appearance in reader’s fight against mr mikage and it’s just them in the stands so kunigami is sitting with his arms crossed all intimidating with his chesnaught beside him but maybe he smiles at reader when she glances over?? and ofc bachira waves and his ludicolo does a little hop in acknowledgement or smth meanwhile kaiser and absol are just sitting there, kaiser’s chin in his hand, staring off into the distance like 😒 because he cannot stand the thought that reader might one day be his boss (he also can’t stand the thought of mr mikage being his boss he’s just a hater in general tbh)

okay wait yess maybe mega gardevoir is like the mikage family sigil?? and although we made a goofy backstory for gallade maybe the actual way it evolves is reo finally choosing to break free of his father’s legacy when he starts to suspect him of being involved in team x affairs…mr mikage is HORRIFIED by the gallade ofc but reo’s like “he’s my pokémon leave him alone 😡” and there’s a whole confrontation about it (which is obv more serious than that random line i just dropped)

i’m sobbing for yuki he def deserved better than what he got…imagine being benched and igaguri gets put in before you that’s a justified crash out fr (rough and tumble yukimiya would NEVER let this slide) 😭 agreed unless they show otherwise i’m going to assume it was some random french dude!! PLSSS THE BALD JOKES ARE HILARIOUS TO ME they’re like a coping mechanism

it definitely must be some issue with file transferring or something because i’m being 100% serious i didn’t notice ANYTHING that bad!! you can search through the “karasu anon translations” tag on my blog to see if what you sent me is that same as what you have on your phone…one of my mutuals also has a post with links to all of the yukimiya ln translations so i can send that if you don’t want to dig through the tag to check!!

YESSS OAEU SAE VERSION DROPPED 🤫 tbh ik most people probably found it ooc but I PERSONALLY was cracking up while writing so i don’t even care…like i said in response to someone else’s ask if people can make sae a smooth flirting fboy then i can make him a dumbass loser with 0 rizz!! and is it unrealistic that he had a first crush so fast MAYBE but it’s so so funny to think that that’s how he’d act plus the whole point of the oaeu is that it’s meant to be like a series of rom coms!! so nothing is supposed to be elegant or believable it’s just goofy yk 🤔 now if people think that that’s the extent of my writing skills i’ll have an issue (and tell them to read karasu’s bfb/pomegranate ink/hollyhock) but on the whole i think it’s fine if i’m a little silly every now and again (esp given the angst of the upcoming pokémon au)

ALSOOO agreed sae is just not a character i rlly care about bruh if i had my way i wouldn’t even have written him first (barou would’ve been the way to go) but the people spoke so i had to listen 😓 that def also impacted how i wrote him because normally i’m meticulous abt cross-referencing the wikis and whatnot but this time i was just like eh whatever people have read worse for this man i’m sure 🤷🏻‍♀️

PLS y/n is so trained in the art of customer service that she truly cannot be forced to snap 😭 i need that queen’s composure she’s better than me for sure…i loved writing both her and aiku’s perspectives though because they’re both hilarious in opposite ways 😩 and LMAOOO justice for aiku fr he’s about to be put through so much before he finally gets his own universe where he can get the girl 😓

#answered asks #pokémon au

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aeyumicore · 1 year ago

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business trip

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: zayne x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with plot, porn with feelings

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 6.7k (good lord)

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, tiny reference/spoiler to lore, explicit sexual content, pure pure filth, dubcon if you squint really really really hard, size kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral sex (f!receiving), lots of making out, finger fucking, tongue fucking, cum as lube, finger sucking, choking, slight inappropriate use of evol, slight use of y/n, dom!zayne

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: video | ao3

━ ✧.˖ A/N: as promised she is here! this is based of the five-star card ‘business trip.’ a lot of the initial dialogue is from that card's story, with some small changes. this contains very tiny spoilers/references to some of the lore (honestly not really, if you’re reading this you’re probably addicted to the game enough to know the reference).

this is my very first finished fan fic/smut! i’m used to writing research papers and lab reports, so i am still learning to write fiction/dialogue! please be kind :) also fun fact i was writing this in first person but then decided to switch to second person so if there’s any stray grammar errors i apologize lol search and replace is so wonky

if you can’t tell i am absolutely feral for zayne and need to thirst for him with fellow zayne simps. my dumbass cannot write porn without a shit ton of plot/feelings. hope you enjoy!!

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

People who didn’t know Zayne would assume that he was a cold person, and you couldn't really blame them. As a world renowned cardiac surgeon, and the chief cardiac surgeon of a massive metropolitan hospital, he had become an expert at control, especially that of his emotions. He let the world know only what he wanted them to know, and he was extremely selective about who he let truly know him.

Having been Zayne’s girlfriend for a few months now, you had the privilege of being on the receiving end of his rare affections. And while he was undeniably blunt and straightforward, you knew he was anything but cold. Under the winter blizzard that was his exterior, Zayne was warmer than the summer sun.

But despite being intimately familiar with Zayne’s affections, you couldn’t help but be disappointed when he picked you up from the train station returning home from your ten day mission. After months of dating, you were no stranger to the cardiac surgeon’s distaste of pda and need for professionalism, but after ten days apart you couldn’t help but be disheartened by his nonchalance when picking you up.

So when he put on a random movie and sat on your couch, you couldn’t help but pout and prop your knees up to your chest on the seat cushion next to him.

"Do you have a question for me, Zayne?” You rested your head on your left hand that was leaning up on the sofa back. His face snapped to yours from the tv screen, eyes lighting up with amusement. They bore straight into your own, making you want to squirm in your seat. Even without touching you, Zayne was always able to make your blood heat and your skin singe.

"What do you mean?” His tone held the faintest trace of humor and you had a feeling he knew exactly what you meant but wanted to hear you say the words.

Feeling emboldened by his teasing obliviousness, you deftly swung one of your legs over his lap, and effectively straddled him on the couch. His hands instinctively gravitated to gently rest on the plush of your hips. You squeaked in surprise at the feel of his ice cold hands against your exposed waist, your shirt having ridden up. You could feel the distinct outline of something you’d terribly missed on your time away, and it made you harshly bite your lip to suppress the sounds your body tried to force out of your mouth.

The corner of his lips raised at you, the faint ghost of a smirk gracing his face. He murmurs softly, his voice sending shivers straight down your spine while his fingers danced down with it, "How was your trip? Was it okay?”

Still sulking, you whined, "Not at first. After all, I could always see you whenever I wanted to.” Your hands softly ran down the smooth fabric of his suit vest, drifting over his expensive tie, "Then slowly I got used to it.” You shifted in his lap, intentionally grinding gently, hoping to Provoke any sort of reaction from him. You needed him to be as affected by you as you were by him.

"Got used to being alone again? Right?” Besides his growing erection, he was as calm and collected as always. In your frustration at his nonchalance, you missed the little signs of Zayne losing the tight grip he always had on his control. His grip tightening ever so slightly on your hips, the brief but sharp intake of his breath, his jaw slackening gently as he bit the inside of his cheek.

Exasperated, you climbed off his lap and settled back into your seat beside him. With Zayne, it could often be difficult to tell when he was teasing or genuinely oblivious. And your own frustrations were clouding your perception to any of the little indicators that he was anything but in complete control of the situation.

"Sure, but it’s not…” you trailed off feeling embarrassed, eyes falling to your hands on your lap. Maybe you were being too needy?

Gripping your chin in his thumb and index finger, he lifted your head to meet his deep green eyes again, "Indeed, it’ll become dull regardless.” The unmistakable sound of need in his voice as his piercing eyes locked yours in place was beginning to utterly derail your thoughts.

You cover his eyes with both your hands, unable to stand his intense stare, "You’ve been staring at me.”

"But I can’t see you like this,” the amusement in his voice is undeniable.

"Shhh. That’s the point.”

Gently, he pries your hands off his face without much resistance, "Let me see you.” His eyes once again found yours, holding bits of amusement, adoration, and hunger. You averted your eyes and childishly stuck your tongue out at him.

"You wanted me to say something?” The teasing in his voice transparent as glass.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you whine, "Why did you act so normally at the train station? I was disappointed.” Craving his skin on yours, you reach your right hand out to gently brush your fingers over his lips. He wraps his much larger hand over yours and moves it to cup his cheek. Turning his head ever so slightly, his lips ghost the inside of your palm with a delicate kiss.

When he finally speaks, his voice has dropped to an octave that sends waves of pure primal pleasure coursing straight down to your core, "What did you want me to do in front of all those people?”

Biting back the shiver threatening to unleash through your body, you continue with your petulant ramblings, "We haven’t seen each other for a few days. Didn’t you miss or worry about me?”

"The weather was nice there and you responded to all my text messages. So you must have been fine,” he gently plays with your hand, still enclosed in his. "Now tell me, is there something you want to tell me?”

You could tell Zayne knew exactly what you wanted to say and what you wanted him to say. But ever the tease, he wanted you to say it aloud.

"Tell me what you want,” he’d always demand with his lengthy slender fingers stuffed deep inside you, thumb pressing harshly on your clit. Forcing you to say the words.

"I…missed you,” you confess through hooded eyelids, only daring to peer up at him through your eyelashes. Your own daydreams were causing a dampening puddle to form at the apex of your legs which you squeezed shut tightly, embarrassed at how eager you were for him.

In a flash, his hand released yours to snatch the remote off the coffee table and shut the movie off, turning to face you again. His sudden movement snapped you out of your filthy reminiscing, "Why did you turn off the tv?”

Forcefully, he cups the back of your neck, entangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer until his face is a mere inch from yours, eyes glancing fleetingly to your lips. You could feel his minty breath against your lips and it made you unleash the uncontrollable shiver you’d been suppressing, "Are we really here for a movie?”

Breathlessly and defiantly, you pushed him further, "Isn’t that what you wanted?” Your hands gripped his bicep, reveling in the taut bundle of muscles that you’d imagined far too many times on your trip, taking you so forcefully every night prior.

"I’ve changed my mind now. Is that okay?” And with that Zayne closes the short distance between the two of you, capturing your lips with his.

You couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his icy lips on yours after far too long, far too many lonely nights. He greedily swallowed it, hands moving to tangle deeper in your hair. Zayne’s lips were always a pleasant blend of winter ice but also a home-like warmth, the feeling absolutely addicting. A feeling reserved just for you.

Zayne pushed you down softly, until your back met the cushioned sofa. He parted your thighs and settled between them, hovering above you.

"Such a brat. Did you want me to take you like this in front of everyone at the station?” He murmured, hands leaving you to loosen his tie. The unbelievably erotic sight had your knees weakening, the dampness between your legs intensifying. They instinctively clenched at the feeling, which Zayne noticed immediately, evident by his satisfied smirk.

"Tell me how much you missed me,” he demanded softly and firmly as his hands found their way under your shirt, teasing the skin of your naval and dancing up just below the swell of your breasts. His cold touch pulled a needy whimper from you and your pelvis arched up seeking any Kind of friction against his body. Zayne’s actions fried your brain, rendering it nearly impossible for you to process what he was asking of you.

Suddenly his hands abandoned your chest and he raised his hips so your bodies no longer touched, to your dismay. The loss in friction had you whimpering pathetically for him. Instead, his hand made its way to your mouth and his thumb pressed into the parting of your lips, "Answer me.”

"Wh-what? What did you ask?” You panted dumbly, tongue intentionally grazing his thumb and savoring the salty taste of his frosty skin. You could see his erection growing against the restraint of his slacks at the feel of your tongue eagerly tasting him.

Using his free hand, he ghosted it against your jeans covered cunt, just barely catching on your clit. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gasped and hoped he couldn’t feel how embarrassingly wet you already were for him, despite him only just having touched you. His touch was light and fleeting, just enough to leave you starving for more.

His thumb, still in your mouth, pressed down firmly on your tongue. This time, he asked more forcefully, "Tell me how much you missed me baby.” His domineering attitude short circuited your brain and once again all you could do was moan and thrust into his hand. Zayne, dissatisfied with your repeated lack of response, pinched your clit, roughly enough to snap you back into reality and leave you panting for more. The truth came tumbling out so fast you had no time to be ashamed at how desperate he’d made you.

"S’much, I missed you so much Zaayne,” you slurred, unable to articulate your words through the lust, "Thought ‘bout you ev’ry night.” You reached up to run your fingers through the dampening black bangs that rested against his eyes. "Missed you s’much Zayne. Need you s’bad.”

His gorgeous green eyes darkened and he shut them, "Fuck.”

Satisfied with your begging, he bent down to capture your lips with his once more, pressing his erection against your heat, grinding torturously slowly. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, demanding access to what was his. You happily granted him entrance, enjoying the feel of his tongue against yours. Enjoying the taste of him so intimately close to you.

He pulled away, groaning, "Do you want to know why I acted so normally when I saw you at the train station?” You whined at him pulling away, having thoroughly gotten over your previous brattiness and just wanting nothing more than him to utterly devour you. You reached your hand up to cup his cheek again, trying to guide his lips back to yours and shut him up. You continued to grind into his erection, rutting needily into his crotch, completely and utterly desperate for him. You were at the point of no return, and not even your own embarrassingly unabashed horniness could shame you into stopping.

Instead, he affectionately leans into your hand and shuts his eyes, like a cat purring into a palm. The pure adoration mixed with the fiery sexual tension enveloping the air surrounding you was absolutely suffocating. And you were positively addicted.

He put his hand over yours, holding it lovingly against his cheek, "Even in front of all those people, I knew once I saw you again–” he brought your joined palms to his lips and grazed a fleeting kiss against your skin, then released your hand.

Continuing, "If I touched you again after all that time –” he bent down over you to gently graze his teeth against your racing pulse, suckling and nibbling carefully while his other hand cupped your sex again to which you eagerly ground into. His long slender fingers teased your slit, paying special attention to your aching clit.

He continued his ministrations on your pussy, his breathy rasps right next to your ear, "I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

His words snapped the coil that had been building in your core from the moment your eyes landed at him at the train station. You whined as your thighs trembled to a halt against his fingers. The culmination of it all, missing him terribly for ten days, the feel of his perfect body pressed against yours, the incessant teasing, but especially his confession, led to your quick unraveling. Covering your eyes in sheer embarrassment, you came against his hand, still completely dressed.

Zayne peered down at his soaked hand, voice low, vaguely amused, and unbelievably turned on, "Did you just cum, love?”

Embarrassed, hands still covering your reddening face, you wailed, "Y-yes..I'm sorry!”

"Don’t hide from me Y/N,” his fingers, covered in your slick, pried your hands away from your eyes. "Did my little brat miss me that much? She’s so eager for me she came just from humping my hand huh?”

You nodded enthusiastically, despite the sheer embarrassment, determined to please the man before you, "Missed you more than anything. Needed you s’bad. Haven’t felt you inside me in s’long.” He swore lowly under his breath, barely audible, his control slipping.

"I’m sorry for not behaving the way you expected at the train station, my love,” he rose away from you, undoing his loosened tie. "Let me show you how much I missed you.” His words unleashed butterflies in your stomach as you watched him shed his clothing, layer by layer. Zayne was truly something sculpted out of legends. As his long fingers expertly unbuttoned his white collared shirt you pressed your palm against his hard stomach and murmured, "Wait let’s go to my bed.”

But he didn’t stop, instead arching his eyebrow at me, "Did you think I was joking?”

Your eyes snapped away from the contours of his abs leading to the dusting of his pubic hair, not at all able to follow what he was talking about. "S-sorry?”

He chuckled, finally shedding his expensive white shirt somewhere on your apartment floor. He crawled back to hover over you and deftly removed your bottoms and panties, then spreading your thighs apart and using his own leg to keep them propped open.

"We’ve already started, and I won’t be able to stop any time soon.”

You shivered at his words and hooked your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his. The kiss was bruisingly passionate and messy, his tongue exploring all the places he longed for the past week and a half. With one hand he gripped your hair, and with the other he skillfully unhooked your bra and caressed your nipple with his fingertips. You whimpered into his mouth as he played with your body in ways only he knew would have you completely ruined. Wanting to please him too, you reached your hand down to release his cock from its confines and grasp it in your hand. It stood completely rock hard against his naval, his prominent vein bulging and throbbing in your hand. Because of Zayne’s evol, he always ran very cold. His skin was often icy to the touch, but his manhood always burned your palms, blazing so deliciously hot.

You held it tight in your hand, jerking up and down gently but forcefully. Teasing the underside of the head with your thumb, you briefly panicked at how he would fit inside you after so many days not being stretched to accommodate him. His manhood was like him in every way: intimidating, imposing, and glorious.

Zayne pulled away from your lips, burying his face into the crook of your neck and biting into the soft skin there. The most erotic groans spilled out of his lips against you, but his hand gripped your fist halting your movements. Through gritted teeth, he seethed, "Stop.”

Scared you’d hurt him, you instantly snatched your hand away. He noticed the guilt on your face and half-smiled reassuringly, "I was about to finish all over your pretty little stomach from just your hands. This is how much I've missed you.” The more he spoke, the more your next orgasm was building, your body aching for his with every filthy word he uttered.

His hands gripped the small of your back and lifted you slightly, giving him access to remove your top and unlatched bra. His eyes hungrily roamed all over your body until they settled on your eyes, "You are the most beautiful thing I will ever set eyes on, in all my lives.”

Your head tilted, intrigued by his choice of words, "All your lives? Have you discovered the secret of reincarnation, dr. Zayne?.” Zayne chuckled, but did not respond, instead kneeling completely naked and god-like before you and you couldn’t help but beg, "P-please Zayne.”

He smirked, confident as ever, hands reaching down to ghost right above your pussy, hovering so close but not touching, "Please what, baby? Use your words, you can do that for me, right?'”

You bit your lip, trying to grind your crotch into his hand, whining when he shifted to dodge your advances.

"Tell me what you want.”

Unable to take the teasing any further, "P-please jus’ touch me, anything, please.”

"My girl is so damn needy.” Finally he sets his fingers against your soaking slit, slipping his lengthy middle finger in. Throwing your head back, you moaned arching your back off the couch, rutting into his digit.

"So desperate for me,” he practically purred, pumping his single finger in and out, "Did you have to use your own fingers when you were away?”

"Y-yess thought of you every time,” you moaned, "P-please, more.” You shrieked in pure ecstasy as you felt his lips find your sensitive nipple while simultaneously inserting his index finger.

Zayne has always been hyper fixated on your breasts. The way the skin pebbled under his touch, the way the plush fat felt underneath the massage of his palms, but mostly the way you writhed under the lathering of his tongue. While his fingers forked in and out of you, his tongue swirled dizzying circles around the peak of your breasts. He nibbles, gentle but still enough to make you yelp. You can feel his smile against your skin as he suckles soothingly. He alternates between the two, never wanting to leave the other one neglected. Your pleasure is the most important thing to him, a job he takes seriously. Only when you’re a squirming whimpering mess does he feel satisfied.

Pleased with his work, he detached from your chest, trailing down further. He leaves a path of kisses down your torso until he finds himself facing his main course. As he admires your throbbing cunt, his fingers still scissoring in and out of it, his tongue swipes against his lips. The hunger in his eyes is evident, as if pondering all the different ways he could devour you. Finally, he graces your pussy with his attentive lips, wrapping around your clit and just barely grazing with his teeth.

Zayne ate like a man positively starved, his tongue working magic on your body. He suckled diligently on the bud, making the filthiest slurping noises. Your toes curled, resting on his broad hard shoulders, and your thighs clenched around his jaw. With his free hand, he sought your nipple out, pinching gently against the pebbled skin, ravishing absolutely every inch of your body. He shifted downwards until his tongue was inside you, his nose rubbing against your clit delivering such relentless mind-numbing pleasure. His tongue fucked you earnestly and through the blood pounding in your ears you could hear him moaning at the taste of your juices, dripping down his chin.

Zayne inserts his fingers again, tongue going back to lap diligently at your clit, "You can take another one cant you?” He grunted against your most sensitive region, his breath a warm caress.

You sat up weakly on your elbows, absolutely winded from the blinding pleasure but determined to keep up with him, "I can! I can!”

"That’s my girl.” He inserts another finger, stuffing you completely full. Moaning unabashedly, you latched onto his hair and fucked yourself onto his fingers. "You taste so fucking good. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, spread out for just me, while you were gone.” His filthy words went straight to your core and you felt your next orgasm building at an alarming rate.

"Zayne Zayne Zayne,” you chanted, completely fucked out, "Please d-don’ stop.” His fingers quickened inside you, the lewd wet sounds of his fingers pounding against your skin filling the room. While keeping himself buried inside you, he shifted on top of you until his face was right in front of yours, eyes gazing into you deeply. Zayne crashed his lips onto yours once more, forcing his tongue in, claiming every part of you. Not that you objected at all.

His kiss was so unbelievably filled with need, showing you just how much he had missed you. His entire mouth tasted of you, lips so wet from a mix of your spend and his saliva. The passion of it all was enough to send you reeling towards your second orgasm. Nails digging into his bicep, you tried to warn him that you were just about to come undone all over his hand. With his three fingers stuffed in you, he used his thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit, sending you reeling over the cliff of pleasure

"That’s it, juust like that baby. Cum for me,” he cooed. You were a babbling slurring mess as you trembled on his fingers, releasing all over his hand. He continued to gently pump in and out of you, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm. You fought to stay conscious as the overwhelming pleasure of two climaxes bled into the sting of overstimulation.

Weakly swatting at his hand still inside your puffy cunt, "S’too much Zayne. S’too sensitive.” He finally removed his hand, the sudden emptiness drawing a gasp from your lips. Zayne brought his absolutely drenched fingers to his mouth, devouring your slick off of them.

"Absolutely perfect,” he groaned, removing them and gripping the underside of your thighs. In one swift motion he pulled hard and had you pushed up against his own body, your rear end elevated to brush right up against his hard body, his unbelievably erect cock.

Tapping his member against your sopping cunt he gave you a lopsided smile, "You still with me love?”

You sat up, unable to take your eyes off of where Zayne’s body would connect with yours. Following your eyes, he takes his manhood in his hand and teases it up and down, "I expect an answer when I speak to you Y/N.”

Your mind was mush and your body was still staggering from the sheer amount of pleasure Zayne had just given you, but you knew you needed more. You needed him and you needed him inside you.

Peering into his eyes from underneath your eyelashes, you mewled, "Z-Zaayne. I need you. I can’t wait any more”

He swore under his breath, his voice a deep sensual rasp, "So damn eager for me. Don’t worry, you will have me, many many times tonight.” You shivered at his words, a hard and fast promise, as he lined up his cock with your entrance.

"Two of ten,” he muttered under his breath, teasing his head against your clit, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably as he smeared your combined arousals all over your cunt, better than any medical grade lube. Zayne always had so much pre cum from edging himself, always putting your pleasure above anything else, before himself.

"Ten what?”

A heart stopping cocky smirk graced his beautiful pale face, "You’ve been gone for ten days. I fully intend to make up for every single day tonight.” The full weight of what he was implying clicked and your eyes widened.

"Th-there’s no way!”

"Isn’t this what you wanted? For me to show you how much I missed you?” He gave your pussy one last stern tap with his length, evoking a squeal from your lips as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut in anticipation.

"I told you once I started I wouldn’t be able to stop.” And without waiting for you to protest further, Zayne softly breached into your warm and waiting hole. You moaned in surprise at the massive stretch. The only reason he could enter you at all was because he had thoroughly prepped you with the two previous orgasms. The pain ebbed pleasure was undeniable as Zayne stretched your body to the max. When you looked to see where his body was joined with yours, you gaped. He’d only managed to get his tip in.

Zayne fell forward slightly, gripping the underside of your thighs with a bruising intensity. His jaw was locked and he panted out, "Please love, relax. Relax for me. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

"I’m tryin’, jus’ so big,” you whined, hands finding purchase in his soft hair. You took a deep breath, trying to loosen up, staring into his smoldering eyes while he pushed further into your guts.

"That’s it, such a good little slut for me. Always so obedient,” he cooed, slowly but surely seating himself fully in your cunt. After ten days without him inside, it felt like losing your virginity all over again. But every single word he muttered went straight to the wet mess in between your joined bodies, helping to overcome the resistance.

The initial pace he set was torturously slow and passionate, his eyes only leaving yours when he threw his head back to groan deeply, as if unable to contain himself while he was inside you. Any inklings of pain quickly dissolved into pure pleasure as his thick length burrowed deep inside. You watched Zayne bask in the unstoppable stream of sounds that escaped your mouth, his body always taking yours in the most delicious ways. Any embarrassment you previously felt went out the window as you made the most lewd and filthy cries for him.

Hooking your legs around his waist, you felt him brush against your cervix with his tip and realized even fully buried inside you, Zayne’s length was not completely burrowed in your pussy. The sheer size of him made you clench around his thrusts, throbbing in ecstasy as he ravished your body.

"So damn tight,” he groaned, the pace and force of his thrusts increasing, "Gonna have to stretch you back out tonight, all night.” His thumb rubbed figure eights around your clit while you held onto your breasts for support as they bounced wildly from the growing intensity of his movements. The sight seemed to please him as he grunted and reached one of his hands to release your thigh and take a breast into his own hand, teasing the nipple between his finger tips.

Somehow even in your utterly fucked out state you were able able to moan out, "S’deep s’deep sooo good. Please don’t stop. Missed this s’much.”

The hand on your breast ventured upwards to gently close around your throat, with just enough pressure to leave you gasping in bliss, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. His fingers pressed into your pulse, "Taking me so well. This pussy was made for me, huh?”

A stray tear of pure pleasure slipped from your eyes. Zayne releases your neck and swipes his thumb across your cheek, wiping away the fallen tear, "Answer me Y/N. Who does this pussy belong to?”

"B-belongs t’you Zayne,” you slurred, "Allll yours, always.”

Pleased, Zayne folds your thighs into your chest, until your knees are nearly touching your breasts. Planting one foot on the seat of the couch, he begins thrusting with an entirely new vigor. The new angle allows him even deeper, cock brushing against all your deepest, favorite places. Drool dribbled from the side of your mouth as you cried out repeatedly in pleasure. His body was so satisfyingly heavy, imposing, and large against yours, a stark reminder of the sheer size difference between you.

He shoved his hand between our two bodies to rest on your stomach, pressing down, "Can you feel how deep you I am love? Can you feel me here?”

Frankly, you could feel him in your damn throat, "Y-yes Zayne, feel it s’deep. Makin’ me feel so goood. Please don’t stop.”

"Don’t worry, don’t plan on ever stopping.” His promises drove you ever so close to your climax. You moaned, back arching off the couch so sharply that you were almost levitating. Zayne took this opportunity to wrap his two large hands around your waist, hoisting you off the couch leaving you squealing as he picked you up like a rag doll, seating you back on his lap, a mixture of your arousals moistening your thighs. His cock sat tall against your stomach and you longed to be stuffed again.

"Look at the mess you made,” he murmured, eyes trailing to the space you sat completely exposed on him. With one palm gripping your ass, he slid his other between you to collect your collective slick on his fingers and shove it gently back into you. You yelped but took this opportunity to lift yourself onto your knees and take his cock into your hands. Zayne watched you with amused eyes allowing you to take control, if only for a brief moment, before regaining it. A creature of habit, Zayne loved control. In the hospital, the operating room, and especially in the bedroom. Or well the living room.

You impaled yourself on his length once more, a gasping and groaning mess every inch of the way. He kneaded the plush of your ass adoringly, trying to soothe the pain from the stretch. In this position, Zayne reached the deepest inside you, literally rearranging your guts. Using your fleeting strength, you began bouncing up and down on him, his strong hands on your rear guiding you along, but letting you do the work. The corner of his lips were slightly quirked up as he watched you struggle to keep up any semblance of rhythm or pace.

"Does my needy girl need my assistance?”

Determined to wipe the smug smirk off his unfairly handsome face, you shook your head vehemently and only rode him more vigorously. But as his cock continued to spear in and out of you, the overwhelming pleasure in your gut and the burning in your thighs took hold and your knees gave out. You slumped your head breathlessly against his hard chest, as he chuckled and planted a kiss against the top of your head.

"Don’t worry sweetheart, I've got you. Let me take care of you.” With the help of his strong hands, he bounced you on his lap. His large muscular thighs flexed underneath you as your eyes rolled back. Hours upon hours of surgeries honed Zayne’s endurance and he bobbed you up and down like you weighed nothing at all. Sitting on his lap like this, your abdomen was pushed right against his, your clit rubbing along his pelvis and your nipples dragged along his chest with each sinful thrust.

"Eyes on me,” he commanded, his grip on your ass tightening enough to leave marks. In your fucked out state you force your eyes to focus on his, as his cock continues to deliver you unimaginable pleasure. With his eyes locked on yours, Zayne lets out a deep breathy moan and murmurs, "I missed you so much Y/N.”

Your heart swells, your stomach clenches and you knew you loved this man. The butterflies in your stomach must have manifested in your pussy clenching around Zayne’s shaft, hard. He hisses, but before he can speak you take his face in both your hands and press your mouth to his, swallowing his moans.

The feel of his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth pushes you towards your third orgasm. Your lips separate, a string of drool connecting them still, as Zayne hammers into you. You drape your arms over his shoulders, clinging on while he pounds into your abused hole. Your clit continues to brush against his slick soaked pubic hair and has you seeing actual stars.

He bent down to capture your nipple with his mouth, absolutely devouring it. Squealing, you arched into his mouth as your fingers clawed deep welts into his back while he ravished your breasts. He continued to bounce you on his lap, pace never faltering.

"M’close,” you warn over the erotic wet ‘pap pap pap’ sounds between you, "G’nna cum soon.”

"Yeah? Cum on me baby. Need to feel you all over my cock,” his thrusts continue to hit your sweet spot and you feel as if you’re about to explode. At his command, you barrelled through your orgasm, digging your nails into his toned back. The pleasure was immeasurable as it coursed through every centimeter of your body. Your head felt dizzy, toes curled, fingers clenched, nipples hardened further against him, and every nerve in your body sang for him. You wailed as he helped you ride out your orgasm, prolonging it as long as possible, still chasing his own pleasure.

"That’s it, love. Make a mess all over me,” the over stimulation was starting to kick in again as Zayne’s thighs and hands continued to rock you on his cock.

"P-perfect, you’re so fucking perfect. Do you know how many times I fucked my fist, thinking of this, while you were gone?” Zayne was babbling now, and his cock was twitching persistently inside you. You could tell he was going to cum soon too. You held on for dear life as you willed yourself to withstand the overstimulation, wanting Zayne to find release with you. It slowly ebbed into an addicting painful pleasure, making you uncontrollably squeeze your aching cunt around his throbbing cock.

"F-fuck squeezing the soul out of me. I’m gonna cum,” he groaned into the crook of your neck.

"Cum for me Zayne I wan’ it so so bad you n-need it please. Need your cum so bad,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut feeling another orgasm approaching so so unbelievably fast.

Just like he had before, he gripped your chin with one of his hands, "Look at me. I need to see you when I cum.” You forced your eyes open and watched as he stared at you with such intense lust, need, and love.

"Where do you want me?” He grunted, his thrusts stumbling and you could tell he was finally at the precipice of his own orgasm.

"I-Inside please cum inside me Zaayne, I need you s’bad. Need t’feel it deep,” you sobbed, your cunt tightening around him as you were about cum again.

"You want me to fill you up baby? Stuff you full of my cum? What if I get you pregnant?” You clenched in excitement at the vague warning of his words. Without fail, Zayne noticed.

"My girl likes that idea huh? Want me to breed this pretty little cunt? Put my baby in you?” He was practically rabid now, the force of his bouncing rattling your brain, his words turning your body into putty in his hands. Tears of overwhelming pleasure filled your eyes at his filthy promises and you could only peer at him through your wet eyelashes and nod eagerly, with your tongue almost lolling out of your mouth.

Zayne cursed under his breath at the look you were giving him. He knew he could never deny you, not that he’d wanted to, especially not when you looked at him like that. He would spend his entire life, every one of his lives, loving you, taking care of you, protecting you, pleasuring you, if you’d allow him.

As he watched the drool dribble down your chin, he thrust one last time, the brute force of it dragging the orgasm out of you while he spurted his release deep inside your womb. You were screaming, crying as the intensity of your last three orgasms made your body even more reactive to his cum painting your walls white. The culmination of it all had you squirting all over your joined laps.

Zayne watched in awe as you made an utter mess on his lap, his grip on your hips tightened and an icy frost formed on the top of your soft skin, under his palms. The alarming cold only served to increase the ecstasy of your climax. He didn’t seem to notice as the beautiful snowflake etched frost danced up your waist. Yet you felt anything but cold as his hands held you against him.

The aftershocks of your final orgasm caused your pussy to continue to throb around him, milking anything he had left. Zayne was a moaning and panting mess when he finally noticed that he was losing control of his evol, the glimmering crystals weaving up higher up your sides.

"Shit, I'm sorry love,” he swore, pulling his hands away. You whimpered, not caring in the slightest, just wanting his touch back as you slumped against his hard chest, panting for air, body completely and thoroughly ruined. He took deep breaths to regain control of his evol, watching the iridescent flakes on your waist melt away as quickly as they’d come. As they faded completely, you shivered against him, cunt still quivering around him, draining every last drop of his seed into you. Zayne wrapped his strong arms around you, cradling you gently, making sure his evol was properly contained before relaxing into your delicate body.

You must have drifted off briefly because the next thing you knew Zayne was placing you gently on your plush bed sheets, the sweat and slick cleaned off your skin. Despite the brutal pounding your pussy had taken, you could hardly feel any soreness. No doubt thanks to Zayne’s tendencies to care for you like a little injured duckling, even outside of the hospital.

"You’re the best primary care provider, dr. Zayne,” you murmured happily, nuzzling into his strong forearm, as he set you down on the bed. He chuckled, sounding not the least bit tired, sitting down on the empty space beside you.

"At home, you take care of me. At the hospital, you take care of me. How’d I get so luck to have a doctor like you?,” you rambled, utterly content. He continued to laugh, leaning over so he could stroke slow soothing circles on your naked stomach.

"I will always take care of you,” his gleaming green eyes beam at you, while the rest of his face remains calm, collected. And then he slowly smirks, "Especially in the bedroom.”

You blush furiously, your thighs clenching together again, his eyes never leaving yours. The circles he rubs into your skin inch slowly up, up, up until they’re caressing your breasts, again.

"Zaayne, there’s no way,” you whine, your thighs trembling at the sight of heat returning to his eyes. But despite your protests your core quivers in anticipation and you can't bring yourself to swat his hands away. He slowly crawls on your bed, into, in his opinion, his rightful place between your legs.

"We’re only 40% of the way done love, and as a surgeon I must always complete what I start,” he murmurs mischievously, hands gripping your knees, prying apart gently, slowly.

"Y-you can’t be serious!”

"Please? I missed you, Y/N.”

Feeling how your body reacted so eagerly to those three words, the words you wanted to hear him say so desperately at the train station, you knew you were in for a very long night.

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iamjustbread · 2 years ago

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(I go insane rambling about Izuku and how I want him to clean the beach in my fic. Don't mind need this to reread later for forwarding the plot.)

I've ran into a fucking road-block in my writing FUCK. I can't even ignore it or- wait I could just skip that detail, but no it wouldn't feel right.

Like- Izuku isn't being trained by all might, but I still want him to like clean the beach. So like sure he can organise it all and just run around on the beach. But there's the point of not trespassing and transporting the trash. Trespassing is easy to skip, ya know rebel shit by doing stuff anyway and just run whenever cops come, but where to put the trash? Izuku COULD put it in a street corner/just by the road of the beach, but like is that at all satisfing?

I was thinking of having Izuku talk with people on a nearby market and them giving like reasons to clean but also why they haven't cleaned, I wanted to add like a detail where one of them would give a number of a company that could like, be payed to come by once in a while by Izuku (he got a job alr and gets mooons) but it feels so left feild for the show at all. The market was inspired by me reading and loving Be The Actor (amazing webcomic) but there the main character's mom actually work at the street market so it makes sense he would be able to get help from them and such. In My Hero tho Izuku mostly just hangs around people his age and pro-heros (which makes sense, hero in training ya know) so it wouldn't fit his character at all to get the number of a construction company to just, help him with trucks to clean a beach. Or even talk to people in the market just, chatting about the beach nearby that is overflown by trash.

No it is waaaay too OOC isn't...

FIUCK

Maybe he just leaves in on the street by the beach. But wouldn't then the trash collectors call like, Idk the police or something to see who is putting so much trash there and why? Cause it will stink up the place and it would go against like laws for keeping sidewalks clean no? After a bit of the police searching you wouldn't be able to hide from it anymore, Izuku would just be arrested and then be told off to not do it anymore or he'd get a more serious consequences than a warning. Maybe it would be intresting to have 14 year old Izuku arrested, but how would be train at all afterwards? Should he just go to training in his room? but like that'll STINK the place UP and I think Inko would be like "PLEASE just go to a gym, I will go with you if I have to" cause, isn't there like age-restrictions on gyms anyway? That's what I'm already working in my mind, but no offence to Inko but she doesn't look like someone who would gym and could probably have really frail bones. It feels so weird to add just a random character into the mix of everything just to get the plot forward, but maybe that's what I have to do? Uuuuugh I don't want too it feels so lazyyy. It, no it wouldn't fix my problems at all.

Alright, thinking cap time

What I have already changed is that Izuku has a podcasts/livestream where he talks about any and all quirks he stumbles upon in his everyday like. What also happens is that Izuku doesn't want to give up on his dream about becoming a hero after the sludge incidence, but All Might doesn't catch up to give him One for All neither.

Those are the core things I changed, and I would LIKE for the rest of the fanfic to be the consequences of changing those core details (with outline from a specific movie but that's irrelevant rn).

But, do I give him the core detail he was in like, Idk martial arts as well before? FUCK NO, sounds boring as hell. At that point I am just adding shit to canon because I am creating too many road blocks that I find unbreakable. ... a detail like martial arts is a fic on it's own don't @ me.

NOW, in reality I just want to have him somewhat muscled up for the UA entrence exam, I feel like it could give him some courage and he might be able to ace his written exam with some (author) strings being pulled. So, how do I do that without it feeling and reading as lazy? I added the thingy of him asking his chat in an not so subtle way (sending himself a dono like he is a quirk user who wants more strength for his quirk) with him and chat chatting about how to train at home. With that he starts going on runs every day, getting a power gripper thing, a weight or two and *trying* to go to a gym but failing (I wrote for social anxiety reasons but Imma change to age restriction).

Fuck how do I do this. Shit I need to go to bed.

IM COMING BACK FOR YOU TEXT

#bread.text #ramblings

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lu-sn · 2 years ago

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for random braindump, chay and macau being classmates in canon and recognizing each other post season 1 at some family function

congratulations you've revived my macau & chay besties 4evr agenda. this is not quite what you asked for but it is what fell out of my brain 😅

chay is fresh off of baby's first kidnapping, and porsche sits him down in an interrogation room and slides a picture across the steel desk and goes, "okay, this kid. this kid goes to your school. this kid is also the little brother of the guy who kidnapped you. well, kind of. well-"

"hia," chay says, pinching his nose, "i get it. what do i do?"

porsche grabs him by the shoulders. "do not go near him. don't talk to him. don't even LOOK at him. DON'T-"

chay endures this lecture very patiently and then does actually follow porsche's instructions, because the kidnapping completely scared the shit out of him and now he lives with the mafia and his life is legitimately in danger. he's gonna listen to what porsche says, no questions asked.

and then macau, who has literally never spoken to chay before ever (he has no reason to, he's one year younger and he's not studying music) starts popping up everywhere.

"hey," macau says, leaning precariously over the water fountain to stare at chay, who sprays water in his own face as he jumps six feet in the air before immediately sprinting away.

or, chay turns around in the lunch line and macau is standing right behind him, wagging his eyebrows, and chay lets out a small "eep" and then whirls back around and pretends very hard that macau isn't there.

or! chay is walking to his bus stop and macau is standing there looking at his phone, and this is ridiculous. chay has never seen macau take this bus before! so chay throws his hands up in exasperation and books it for the next bus stop, he's not putting up with this bullshit, no sir.

(macau is absolutely doing it on purpose. he's known about chay for months, but is actually on explicit orders from vegas to not bother or spy on chay in any way. he definitely wanted to help, but vegas didn't want macau to be thinking about that kind of stuff at school.

macau is flouting these orders now because vegas has been banished and porsche had something to do with it and he's hoping at first that he can fish information about all of that out of chay. but now he's in it for the trolling 😂)

macau doesn't know about the kidnapping. he doesn't know how personally chay is taking this — until he spots chay under a tree and saunters over to bother him, except. chay looks fucking wrecked. and like he's trying to hide it.

something clicks for macau. he totally gets it. sometimes you have to have a mafia-related breakdown at school, and all you can do is find a quiet place to have it.

(macau doesn't know chay is sad because of kim, but he doesn't need to.)

so when chay spots him, and tenses, and looks ready to bolt — macau halts and holds his hands up in surrender. then he waves, kind of awkwardly. and he leaves.

this very sudden generosity does surprise chay. and it continues to surprise chay when macau continues to wave at him whenever they see each other, but doesn't try to approach him. chay is still suspicious of macau, but chay is also a nice kid, and macau really isn't doing anything objectionable. so chay starts waving back.

this truce goes on for a while. and sure, chay isn't following the letter of the law anymore, but it's not like he's giving away information. he's not putting anyone in danger. and it's kind of comforting to have this shared understanding with this kid he doesn't even know. they're in the same boat. chay might not be able to talk to him, but chay feels a little less alone.

there's a million ways they could start talking after this. maybe macau just decides to take the plunge and plops down in front of chay during lunch and starts rambling about valorant. maybe macau is searching his pockets for change for the vending machine, and chay watches him do this for like five minutes and decides he needs to put macau out of his misery.

or maybe one of them finds the other having a panic attack in the bathroom, and talks them through it. (they're both better at this than they should be.)

or. maybe it's after the coup, and now macau is the one looking horribly withdrawn and jittery, and chay knows macau's brother is in a coma, and chay isn't feeling particularly happy about his own brother or anyone in the goddamn main family right now. so he says fuck it, and goes over to bump shoulders nonchalantly with macau.

maybe it's all of those. doesn't matter. they become friends. they're both lonely, and they're just too similar. too young, too tied to the mafia, too scared for their brothers, too little control over their own lives.

and it's not like they ever actually talk about being in the mafia. both of them know better than to give secrets away. they mostly just talk about gaming and homework and roast each other's tastes in music, and occasionally they allude to not being able to sleep, and sometimes they stutter to a stop to avoid saying something they shouldn't — but they both know to let it go. no need to fill in the gaps with lies, to pretend like everything is normal and okay.

it's nice. they're chill.

later, when porsche tells him they're having "family dinner" tomorrow night, chay doesn't realize that includes the former minor family, and he DEFINITELY doesn't realize macau is going to be there. which means he isn't prepared for macau to spot him at dinner and grin and start walking towards him, BECAUSE MACAU DOESN'T KNOW CHAY IS STILL BANNED FROM TALKING TO HIM.

chay is frantically gesturing at macau from behind porsche, making shh-ing motions and throat-slitting motions and shaking his head threateningly. and macau stops, puzzled, narrows his eyes — sly grin flickering across his face for a split second — points directly and dramatically at chay and goes "what are YOU doing here???"

chay facepalms.

macau puts a hand over his mouth and gasps. "have you been in the mafia this whole time?" then, louder, "i can't believe NOBODY told me."

"oh god," chay mumbles into his hand.

porsche is watching this go down, totally bemused. (vegas is also watching this go down, except vegas actually knows what's going on and is mostly amused about it.)

"chay," porsche says tentatively, "this is macau, vegas's little brother." then he nods expectantly at chay — like chay is supposed to do something now? is chay un-banned??? when the hell did that happen?

chay sighs. "hi, macau," he says, deadpan.

macau shakes his hand vigorously. "you play valorant?" he asks, like macau doesn't roast chay over vc every night.

"i'm gonna kick your ass to the curb," chay mutters, low enough that only macau can hear him.

"maybe when you get good," macau says, unrepentanly smug.

#there is a good portion of this that was lifted straight from my chay fic #coming to theaters near you never #🥲#one day perhaps #anyway chay's adrenaline is just going down from having dodged the macau bullet at this family dinner when #kim walks in 😂#rip chay rest in pieces #does macau immediately clock what's going on? probably not #from his perspective kimchay is probably the weirdest crossover ever #thank you for the ask! this was... very long i apologize #kinnporsche #porchay kittisawasd #macau theerapanyakul #does this count as macauchay? i have no clue #macau & chay #mine: asks #rainy day asks

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huggybug · 3 years ago

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hi babe can you write this for jack hughes?

“feel my fucking heartbeat right now and tell me i don’t love you.”

ifly - jack hughes

word count: 2.8k words

You had heard about Jack through all your friends; he was slick and he knew he was hot. His status in New Jersey had definitely gone to his head and you hated people like that which doesn’t explain how you now spend every possible moment in his apartment.

You met Jack in a bar, it was a classic move when he came to save you from the creepy guy at the bar and you were so desperate that you let him whisk you away and back to his table.

“Thank you so much, I don’t know how to repay you” You smile at him. You were aware of who he was but you weren’t about to let him know that.

“No worries, I’m Jack Hughes” It would have been a normal introduction if it wasn’t for the shit eating grin that crossed his face.

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n and it’s nice to meet you but I should get going” You stood up and Jack looked at you in confusion before jumping to his feet as well.

“Can I get your number?”

“Sure but don’t expect me to fall for you Jack Hughes, I’m not going to be one of those girls” You called him out playfully before holding your hand out for his phone. He seemed frantic as he dug out his phone and opened it for you to add your contact. “Don’t be a stranger” You wink and then walk away, in search of your friends that you came out with.

Jack texted you a day later, asking you to hang out. It was what began your friendship and you decided for it to be strictly that. Friends… and maybe some benefits would be okay. After a couple months of just being friends, your dynamic changed again. Jack invited you as his plus one to a team event and something about that night, whether it was the tight black dress you wore or the way you talked to his teammates, he knew he could never let you go. You hooked up for the first time that night and it was somehow agreed upon for it to become a repeating thing.

Everything was fine until Jack was leaving for the summer. He was off to Michigan while you were obviously staying in New Jersey.

“Come back with me” Jack said softly from beside you in his bed. You rolled your eyes while pulling the covers up more to cover yourself.

“There’s girls to fuck in Michigan Jack, you’ll be okay” Now, you would be lying if you were to say his offers to go home with him hadn’t made your heart flutter. Over the past few weeks, you began to notice your heart speed up or the butterflies in your stomach start moving when Jack would do some things. When he called after a game on the road, you felt it. You also felt it when he would come over after a particularly rough home game and just lay with you in bed. It seemed as though your relationship had transgressed into something more domestic but you had to ignore it because you knew it was one-sided. Jack ‘ladies man’ Hughes had no business being in a domestic relationship anytime soon and you knew that.

“But they’re not you” You smile when his lips press against your forehead but try to suppress it when you notice.

“As much as I’m sure your mom would be ecstatic to meet your hookup…” You trailed off and Jack squeezed the arm that was wrapped around you which made you look up at him.

“You know you’re more than just a random hookup. Please come with me, at least for a week or something” He pouted and you were a strong girl but nobody would be able to say no to that face.

“Jack-” You started but he knew what you were going to say so he started attacking you face with kisses, in between telling you about what you’d love about Michigan.

…

“You’re fucking lying” Your best friend, Tessa yells when she walks into your room which is littered with clothes. Your suitcase is laying wide open on the bed only half packed despite your plane leaving tomorrow morning.

“I have to be at Jack’s in two hours can you please just help me?” You’re frantically grabbing clothes from your closet and sorting through them before throwing the ones you want in the general area of your suitcase.

“So you tell me last minute that you’re going away for the summer and then I come all the way over here like the amazing friend I am… for you to tell me you’re actually running off to Michigan with the guy you’re in love with who uses you for sex?” You freeze when her words hit you. Tessa knew how you felt about Jack and at this moment, you regretted telling her over that bottle of wine.

“He does not use me. I didn’t have anything going on this summer and he asked me as a friend! I swear I’m practically over my feelings anyways” You pushed out the lie before spinning back around to continue packing.

“Y/n I have a really bad feeling about this. You said it yourself, Jack Hughes is an asshole. You can’t trust him to not break your heart”

“I said that before I actually knew him and he can’t break my heart because I know it’s not like that. I’ll be fine now will you please help me pack?” Tessa was reluctant but she knew you wouldn’t stay home either way.

…

You made your way to Jack’s apartment that night with your suitcase in tow. When he opened the door, a waft of garlic hit you in the face and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What’s going on in there?” He lets you in and you leave your bags near the door before following him into the kitchen.

“I made dinner” Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when you see the plated pasta dish on the counter.

“Did you order it from somewhere?” You were confused how he managed to make an entire meal when not too long ago, he had to ask Ty how to cook broccoli.

“Ty helped before he went to meet the guys” You smiled at the thought of Jack and his roommate in the kitchen, making a meal for you.

“We could’ve just ordered food Jack, you didn’t have to do all this” He grabbed the plates and you moved around him to get the bottle of wine you two had shared the other night but only made it about halfway.

“I wanted to, it’s no big deal” Jack seemed different tonight. He wasn't his usual cocky self, he seemed shy and a little too quiet for your liking.

...

“Is everything okay Jack?” You asked once you were both in bed, you had to be at the airport by 5am so it was an early night.

“Yeah why wouldn't it be?” You sighed before curling into him even more, absorbing as much of his body heat as you could.

“You’ve just been quiet tonight, I’m not used to this much peace when I’m with you” Jack poked your side at the little jab you took at him.

“I’m just excited to be home again and to have you with me” It was when he said things like this that made you question why everything had to be so complicated. Why couldn't you just tell him how you felt and he could say it back and things would be perfect.

“I really hope your brothers don't hate me” You mumble and he laughs softly.

“They’re going to love you, how could they not?” That was what you wondered every night except you were more worried about Jack not loving you than his family.

...

The morning went horrendously. You were tired and grumpy and Jack was not one to put up with that so you both ignored each other until the plane landed in Michigan.

“Are you ready to talk to me yet?” Jack asked while poking your side at baggage claim.

“I’m tired” You complain, burying your head into his chest as his arm moves to wrap around you.

“We can sleep when we get there” Jack rubbed up and down your back before he had to move away to grab the suitcases. Once he got them both off the carousel, he grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the airport. However, once you exited the airport, he dropped your hand and ran over to tackle his brothers who had both showed up to pick you up.

“Y/n, this is Quinn and Luke” You smile at the two boys when their eyes bounce back and forth from you and Jack.

“Hey sorry, it’s just unlike Jack to bring a girl home” Quinn says and you shift awkwardly.

“Come on let’s go home” Jack smacked Luke’s arm which made the younger jump and grab your suitcase and put them in the back of the car. Maybe coming with Jack was a bad idea, it was already awkward and you hadn’t even met his parents yet.

...

“Jack!” His mom ran to give him a hug as soon as you were inside their house. On the ride home, you could tell that Jack was happy to be home. He had talked to you many times about how much he missed his family during the season but you had never seen this side of him. He seemed relaxed and happier in Michigan which made you wonder what would happen if he ever got traded from New Jersey. There wouldn't be any reason for him to come back and you wouldn't have a reason to follow him.

“You must be Y/n!” You nod and Ellen introduces herself before pulling you into a hug.

You spend a couple hours downstairs while Jack catches up with his family and you answer the odd question about yourself. By the time you make it up to his bedroom, you're absolutely wiped.

“Nap time?” Jack asks when you fling yourself onto the bed and you only mumble in response. “Slide over babe” Your heart does a little flip at the name he only rarely uses with you.

“You mom is nice” You say quietly as he curls his body around yours.

“I think she’s already obsessed with you” You laugh as he presses a kiss to your head. “Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up in a couple hours” You nodded but didn’t answer as sleep took over your body.

...

“I was definitely nervous to come here but I’m really glad I did” You said to Ellen as you helped her clean up after dinner. Your week in Michigan was coming to a close and you really had the best time. Jack showed you around and you spent lots of time with his brothers who turned out to really like you. The entire Hughes family was amazing and you were a little sad to be leaving.

“Oh honey, Jack talked our ears off about you the whole month before he came home. We loved you before you even got here, I’m just sad you’re leaving so soon” You’re about to answer when Jack walks into the kitchen, interrupting your conversation.

“Hey, Quinn started a fire. Wanna come sit?” You looked to Ellen who waved you off which Jack took as an invitation to drag you out back.

“Y/n, tell Quinn I’m right” Luke turns to you as soon as you’re outside.

“Luke’s right” You turn and stick your tongue out at Quinn who rolled his eyes in response.

“You don’t even know what we’re talking about” Quinn protests and you laugh as Jack pulls you down so that you’re practically sitting in his lap.

“Fine what is Luke right about then?”

“He said that he’s your favourite but I definitely am because I supply the Phish Food” You giggled at the idea of them debating this.

“Oh no way! You guys are idiots to think anyone but me is her favourite” Jack boasts and you shake your head at his cockiness.

“Are you guys 10 years old?” You ask, looking around at them all.

“Yes” They all chorus which makes you laugh again.

“Quinn does get extra points for getting me ice cream, sorry boys” Quinn throws something at Luke, causing him to rattle off reasons he is better than Quinn.

“Do I get extra points for everything I do” Jack whispers in your ear and you smack his leg which evokes a loud laugh out of him.

You sit with the boys for a couple hours before Quinn and Luke go inside to watch a movie, leaving you and Jack to tend to the fire. “Are you going to miss me Jacky poo?” You look at him, still perched in his lap but now you were practically laying on him instead of just sitting there.

“I always miss you babe” You roll your eyes but he grabs your hand which brings your attention back.

“I’m so glad I ignored Tessa’s advice and came. It was really fun” The words left your mouth before you were able to think it through and you just hoped Jack didn’t exactly catch what you said.

“What advice? She didn’t want you to come with me?” Your eyes meet his and your heart starts doing flips. Now was not the best time for your feelings to be at an all time high. It had been on the forefront of your mind the past couple days, you wanted to tell him. You couldn’t help but feel like you were lying to him. Even though you never explicitly talked about a strict no feelings rule, you didn’t think Jack wanted a relationship with you or anyone really. He enjoyed his bachelor lifestyle and you understood that. He was a young guy who practically lived alone in the city, it was every guy’s dream and you didn’t want to stand in the way of that. On the other hand, it had been so long and maybe if you just told him you could move on.

“Jack I need to tell you something but I don't want it to change anything between us” You were going to do it. Bite the bullet, rip off the bandaid. It was time.

“Did something happen?” He was worried now, you could tell by the look in his eyes.

“Nothing bad... well I guess that depends how you take it actually” You took a shaky breath in before you let out everything you’ve been holding in for way too long. “I’m in love with you Jack. I’ve been in love with you for months now and I never wanted to say anything because I know it’s going to change things but I can’t keep it in anymore and I know that’s not what you want and I’m so sorry but-” Jack cuts you off with a kiss and you’re breathless when you draw back.

“What do you mean that’s not what I want?” Jack asks you, his eyes searching for answers in yours.

“You wanted an easy hookup and I messed it up and caught feelings I’m sorry” You felt like he should be yelling at you, like you should be in trouble.

“Stop apologizing. I love you too Y/n” Your eyes snap up at his words and he laughs a little at your stunned expression.

“No you don’t, you don't have to lie to me Jack” You were defensive, rightfully so. It was hard to believe that the playboy of New Jersey had fallen in love with you.

“Feel my fucking heartbeat right now and tell me I don’t love you” He grabs your hand and presses it against his chest where his heart is beating erratically. “I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you ever since I saw you in that bar. I thought you’d never want anything to do with me and then we became friends and I decided I would take anything you gave me as long as I could still be with you” You let out a breath that you didnt even realize you were keeping in before kissing him with so much passion, you thought you’d burst.

“You’re definitely my favourite Hughes” You whisper and he laughs.

“Don’t tell Quinn, that's the only win he’s gotten in a while” You shake your head before falling back into Jack’s shoulder.

“We’re such idiots. We've been secretly in love with each other for months, J” You chuckle as you lean back to gaze into his eyes.

“I think you were the only one who didn’t know. I always got chirped for not having balls” You smile at his team making fun of him for not telling you how he felt.

“So... things are good between us?” You asks and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“That depends on if you’re staying here longer” Jack has been bother you about extending your trip and every time, your answer was no.

“I think I could be swayed” He kisses you at that which makes up your mind. You were staying in Michigan for as long as he wanted.

#jack hughes #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #hockey writing #hockey fic #new jersey devils #nhl players #nhl fanfiction #nhl

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty…

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression* “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too…

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit??

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat…

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup….

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…)

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me requests

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Detour

I’m excited that it’s fall but i’m also sad that i won’t be able to swim anymore

Warnings: death, graphic depictions of violence, creepy behavior, groping, mentions of smut, kidnapping

The two guys at the gas station check out counter had been there when Phinks had first walked through the sliding glass doors, and they were still there when he approached the check out himself, having only dropped in to grab another pack of beer. The gas station clerk seemed annoyed while the two guys were pulling their pockets inside out, evidently in search of any spare change that may have been hiding on their persons. There was a sad pile of jenny and some change sitting in front of the clerk while she waited for them impatiently, and she seemed ready to push all of the money back towards them as it became more and more likely that these two didn't have enough cash for the assortment of alcohol and junk food that also sat on the counter.

Any other time Phinks would've been annoyed by the situation. But seeing as he didn't have anywhere to be, he found that he didn't really care all that much. The troupe likely wouldn't meet back up for some time which left his schedule quite open, and he had found it difficult to find something to occupy his time with while he waited for the boss to bring everyone together again.

Phinks had decided that a road trip was a decent way to pass the time. It was something he'd never really done before and so far it was easing his boredom as he had hoped it would. There was no real time limit he had set on himself or any destination that he had in mind. He'd just keep doing whatever he felt like until the novelty of the trip wore off and then go home.

“Would you like to take a few items off?”

The tired voice of the clerk cut through his thoughts, and Phinks found that there had been no progress with the two in front of him.

“No no, we need all of it,” one of the men, a redhead, insisted, “we just, uh....”

Trailing off, the man glanced over to Phinks, who was still waiting with his single pack of beer. Then the man looked over to his companion and then back to the items on the counter.

Phinks could already sense what the man was going to ask of him before he spoke out.

“Hey man,” the guy said to Phinks, “I know it sounds bad, but do you think you could spot me on this? I'm bringing this stuff back for my party. We ran out of some stuff way quicker than we expected. Can't let people down, y'know?”

The redhead started telling him how much more they needed until the clerk interrupted him to tell him off for harassing other customers for money. A mini argument started between the two, with the man insisting that he wasn't harassing anyone and the clerk disagreeing with him. The man's friend joined in shortly after and it was quickly turning into a mess.

What obnoxious fucking people.

If he was in more of a bad mood he'd have probably snapped the necks of all of them. The presence of cameras stopped him from doing that, however, as it would just be too much of a pain to go to the back and destroy the footage after. Still, even though he didn't have anywhere to be, it didn't mean that he wanted to waste his time listening to people bicker. The easiest way out of this was to just give them the jenny so they'd all shut up.

After pulling out his wallet, Phinks slid the jenny across the counter.

That shut the three of them up, and the two men were quick to express their gratitude while the clerk just looked tired.

“Thank you so, so much, man,” the redhead continued after they collected their bagged items.

“Mm-hm.”

Phinks was only half-paying attention to him as he waited for the clerk to scan the beer so he could hand her the jenny owed. That transaction went much quicker and Phinks was soon making his way to the exit.

The two men seemed to be waiting on him, though.

“Hey, since you helped us out, you wanna come to my party?” the redhead asked.

Normally his automatic response would've been to give him a flat “no”. But in this instance Phinks just shrugged.

That seemed to give the redhead hope, and he began listing the reasons why Phinks should follow them back, like his “cool house”, hot women and great beer.

Given the especially cheap brand of beer Phinks had largely paid for, he had a hard time believing that last point. He also wasn't quite sure why this guy was so insistent on getting him to come along. Was it really just because Phinks had bothered to help them out?

“Name's Stu by the way. Back there is Billy,” the redhead told him, sticking out his arm to shake hands. When Phinks didn't do the same, Stu seemed a bit dejected, yet even that didn't make him back down from inviting Phinks.

“So how 'bout it, man? You wanna come?”

“.... I'll think about it,” he told him.

“Okay, but do it fast man. My place isn't that far from here.”

Phinks nodded, and Stu ran off to the car where his friend was waiting. The other guy didn't seem as keen on Phinks as the redhead had, regarding the blonde with suspicion. Phinks could hear him saying something as the two entered the car. Stu seemed to brush him off, and then their car doors closed and Phinks couldn't hear anything else.

The two ended up pulling out of the parking lot before he did, and Phinks found himself following them as they all made the same turn onto the highway.

He still had no real urge to go to some random guy's party, especially when he found him to be pretty annoying. And if it was a party filled with the friends of someone like that, he'd probably get irritated with all of them pretty quick. Better to just ignore them and be on his way.

Although the thought of just driving aimlessly through the night wasn't all that attractive, either. He'd done that several times now, and the feeling of being the only person in the world while he drove on the empty highway had lost its touch by now.

The car in front of him veered off the highway to get onto a side road.

After a few seconds, Phinks did the same, just thinking to himself 'why not?'. It would be something different, a little detour on a trip that was meant to be a distraction, and if it ended up being something that he didn't want to bother with, then he could just leave.

Although the noise level in the house wasn't quiet, it was nowhere near ear-shatteringly loud as Phinks may have expected. At least it had that in it's favor. Other than that, it was a stereotypical frat house party, with everyone talking and drinking as they got more and more shitfaced.

The two who brought him here vanished into the kitchen, and Phinks began to make his way around the house, sipping one of the cans of beer he had bought for himself since he had no interest in the shit the host had him pay for. A girl in one of the upstairs rooms noticed the beer in his hand and begged him to share with her, even going as far as to tug on the sleeve of his jacket when he told her no. He ended up pushing her away, and though he had tried to use as little force as possible, his strength combined with her tipsiness caused her to stumble back into a wall. She was still whining about him when he walked back down the stairs, going on about how mean he was.

He thought he'd been pretty nice to her, all things considered.

It didn't take long for Phinks to lose interest in this particular distraction. Not that he'd been expecting much, but after going around the house and not even seeing anything that might be worth stealing, he figured it'd be best to leave soon. With his short temper being one of his vices, he didn't want to deal with what would happen if some drunk got on his nerves and he smashed them into the wall.

With the sights, sounds and smells became grating to him and seeing no reason to stay any longer, Phinks went about trying to find an exit. Attempting to get out the same way he came in was put to a stop when he saw how congested the front entrance had become. He could've easily pushed past all of them, but since that would likely draw a fair amount of attention, maybe it'd be a better idea to find a different way out. Phinks wandered into the kitchen, walking by Stu who tried to talk to him. A patio door leading to the backyard caught his eye and he ignored the party's host as he walked by several people to get to it.

The cool air outside felt refreshing and he let out a soft sigh as the patio door slowly swung closed. Claustrophobia generally wasn't something he had an issue with, but that seemed to change a little when he was faced with a house full of drunken strangers who didn't understand the meaning of personal space. Another nice thing was the fact that no one else seemed to be out here. He didn't think it was that cold out, but it worked just fine if the people inside thought otherwise.

He stood on a deck with an assortment of patio furniture that sat in front of an in ground pool, and when he looked to the side, he saw the gate within the fencing that surrounded the backyard.

That was his way out, then.

With no more reason to stick around, he was about to head out and back to his car-

But he paused when he heard the sound of splashing water, and he looked back to the pool.

So he wasn't the only person out here.

Some of the patio furniture had blocked you from his sight so he hadn't noticed you at first, but you were now swimming out into the center of the pool and impossible to miss. It was pretty late in the year for swimming, wasn't it? Yet you seemed to be content with yourself despite the temperature and lack of company, swimming around the pool like you owned it. Maybe you did; he wasn't sure what your relation was to the party host.

Then your eyes met, and you smiled as you greeted him.

“Hello.”

“... Hey.”

He hadn't come out to look for company. He was looking to leave.

Yet something about this situation, about you, intrigued him, and Phinks walked forward, continuing with “isn't it a little late in the season for swimming?”

“That's what everyone seems to think,” you said, “it's going to be drained tomorrow, so I wanted to swim one more time before that. It's the last chance I'll get for this year.”

“No public pools around here?” he asked.

“I don't really like public pools,” you told him, laughing a little bit as you continued “the ones around here are never clean, and I don't wanna swim around in nasty water.”

Phinks couldn't say if he really had an opinion one way or the other. He tried to avoid situations where he'd need to be shirtless in public, as the spider with the number 5 on his ribs would've been a dead giveaway for anyone who understood it's meaning. He just shrugged at you as he said “fair enough.”

Phinks now stood at the edge of the pool while you swam up to the edge.

“I don't think I've seen you before. You new around here?” you asked him.

“No. Just passing through. Helped out the host at the gas station and he invited me as thanks,” Phinks explained, “I was expecting this to be taking place at some shitty apartment; didn't think a guy like that owned a house.”

“He doesn't, it belongs to his older brother Jed. Stu just lives with him,” you responded.

“Ah.”

That made a bit more sense to him. Since he hadn't been able to buy beer from a gas station on his own, it didn't seem likely that the guy would've had his own house. So he was just leeching off of his brother.

Despite being ready to leave just minutes earlier, he found that he now had a reason to want to stay here longer. But standing and talking to you was getting a little awkward, so Phinks sat himself down on the concrete next to the pool. So far you weren't annoying compared to some of the others. And despite being by yourself beforehand, you seemed pretty open to talking with him, resting your arms on the edge of the pool.

“You friends with them, then?”

“Jed is in a few of my classes, so I'm friends with him. Not Stu, though. He's kind of an asshole. Likes to play a lot of stupid pranks.”

You rested your chin in your hand as you thought back.

“He's destroyed two of my phones so far, both times by dumping water on me,” you said, “although I guess he did repay me for both, but it's still such a hassle to go through.”

“You're nicer than I am. If some guy like that fucked up my phone I'd kill him.”

You laughed at him, not taking his words seriously.

“You seem nice enough. You helped him out, right?”

“Only because it was the fastest way to get outta there. Stupid bastard started an argument with the clerk.”

“Yeah. That sounds like something he'd do,” you said, tiredness lacing your voice.

A cheer then sounded from inside the house, and though the doors and windows were closed, it was loud enough that the both of you could hear it from outside.

“Things must be ramping up in there,” you commented.

“Guess so,” Phinks said, taking a swig of his drink after.

“Isn't it kinda weird that you're keeping to yourself with an event like this? Don't see the point in going out if you're going to avoid people,” he added.

“But isn't that what you're doing by coming out here?” you asked.

“Nah, I was getting ready to leave.”

“What stopped you?”

“I haven't done much out here beside sitting here talking to you. What do you think?”

You seemed a bit taken aback and a little embarrassed as you realized the reason, but gave him a small smile.

“Oh wow. Are you saying I managed to be charming enough to keep a guy from leaving?” you asked him.

“No. You're just not as annoying as the others I've met tonight.”

Your expression was rather blank as you took in that information.

“..... I'll take that as a compliment, then,” you said, “so what do you do?”

“What do I do?”

“For a job, or just anything in general.”

“I do a couple odd jobs here and there, I guess,” he answered, “every once in a while a bigger opportunity comes up, and I just do whatever I need to.”

It was an oversimplification of his criminal activities, and he hoped that he'd been vague enough without sounding suspicious.

It appeared that he had as you didn't seem to think it was strange.

“You mentioned earlier that you were just passing through. Are you on your way to a job or something?”

“Nah. I'm currently off-duty. And I had a lot of time to kill, so I decided to take a road trip.”

“Oh, that sounds nice,” you said, “I work on campus, so I don't really get to do vacations for now. Can't remember the last time I went on one.”

“Job at least worth it?”

“Kind of? Although the other week I needed to go through something stupid.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I got screamed at by a lady.”

Your tone made it seem like that was something happened on a regular basis.

“For what?” he asked.

“Something with her daughter's textbooks. She ordered one that she didn't need on accident but didn't want to admit that she made a mistake, so she just let her mother yell at me for forty minutes and claim that we were the ones who fucked up.”

You sighed a little after the explanation. Evidently that situation still made you frustrated.

“.... Did she apologize after?” Phinks asked.

With a slightly wistful smile, you shook your head as you said “people like that don't apologize.”

“Sounds rough.”

It went without saying that Phinks wouldn't have tolerated anything like that. If it had been him he'd have killed them both and tossed their bodies in the trash. But he kept that rather violent thought to himself.

“Sorry you needed to deal with that,” he added.

“It's okay. It's little things that keep you going,” you said, “I've been looking forward to swimming for a while, so I'm pretty happy right now. Although I guess I'm kinda doing a job right now.”

“How so?”

“Jed's at his job right now, and since he doesn't trust Stu, he asked me to make sure nothing happens to the pool. The last time Stu had a party there was a bunch of trash in it the next morning, and it was a pain to clean up. So in exchange for using the pool, I have full permission to snitch on anyone who tosses anything.”

“Yeah? What's snitching gonna do?”

“Jed's a scary guy. Nobody wants to make him mad.”

If Phinks had felt like being more of an asshole, and if you'd been unpleasant during your conversation with him, he probably would've taken his half-finished beer can and thrown it into the pool just to upset you and also to see if your friend was as scary as you were making him out to be.

But so far he'd been enjoying himself, so as fun as that thought might have been, he decided against it.

You pulled one of your arms off of the rim and back into the water. Evidently you were getting cold, but you held on to the edge to continue speaking to him.

“So how long have you been on your trip?” you asked.

“A few weeks.”

“A few weeks? You must have been all over the place, then. Did you go anywhere in particular?”

“Not really,” Phinks answered, “didn't have any real plan when I set out. Just drove to wherever I thought would be interesting.”

“That's kinda cool,” you said, “must be nice to be able to go wherever you want without any real plan.”

“You can't?”

“Nope. Classes and work means I can't just run off whenever I feel like it.”

“Too busy getting screamed at?” he asked jokingly.

“Yeah, something like that,” you answered, laughing a little after.

You pulled your other arm back underwater and just kept a hand on the side of the wall.

“Cold?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Probably why most people aren't swimming this late.”

“I don't care; it's worth it,” you said, “honestly, the thought of being able to swim was what kept me going this week.”

That.... Was a little bit sad, Phinks thought to himself. That all you had to look forward to at the end of the week was a few hours to swim by yourself in the cold. There were much sadder circumstances in the world – he was certain that anyone from Meteor City would be more than happy to switch places with you – but your life must have felt empty. Although Phinks was technically in the same boat at the moment, at least being with the troupe gave him purpose. What did you have besides a shitty job and presumably a fair amount of college debt? Just the 'little things' to keep you going?

Maybe he was presuming too much; he'd only just met you after all. But it bothered him regardless.

“What are your plans for after college?” he asked.

You seemed a bit startled, and you looked away from him for the first time.

“Not really sure, actually. I'm still undecided on my major,” you admitted, “I need to figure out soon, though. I'm going to run out of the basic coursework that I need to get through, and my family is getting mad that I haven't made a decision yet.”

So you didn't have any direction and were being pressured by others. Still not the saddest circumstance ever, but if it had been him, Phinks was certain he'd have been miserable.

You clearly didn't want to keep going on about that particular subject, as you began to ask him questions about his trip, wanting to know where exactly he had been so far and how much longer he planned to drive for. The change in topics was obvious, but he decided to go along with it.

As the night grew darker while the two of you talked, he decided that he liked you. You could hold a decent conversation, even if the things you two talked about weren't all that meaningful.

You were pretty cute, too.

The party behind him still seemed to be going strong, but it was largely going ignored by you both, in part by the fact that you were still the only ones outside.

Your face lit up as a thought came to mind.

“You should come in!” you told him.

“No thanks.”

“Come on! It's really nice!”

You grabbed at his free hand, tugging on his arm lightly as you tried to encourage him to get into the pool.

“If you get my suit wet I'll drown you,” Phinks said told you.

You giggled, once more not taking him seriously. Though he was only half-serious about it at this point.

“Then take it off and come in,” you insisted.

“I don't have a swimsuit.”

“That doesn't stop most people.

“Good to know,” he said flatly.

Though you'd stopped tugging on his arm, both of your hands remained on his wrist as you looked up at him.

“Can you not swim?” you asked.

“I can swim fine,” he said, “I just don't feel like it right now.”

You seemed a bit disappointed, but you had yet to let go of his wrist.

“Should you really be that surprised with the temperature being what it is?” he asked you.

“It isn't that bad. And the pool is heated,” you insisted, “didn't think a bit of chill would scare off the most interesting person at this party, though.”

The corner of his lips curled a bit at that. He wasn't one for meaningless flattery, but he didn't mind hearing you say things like that.

“Is that why you're not letting go of me?”

“You don't seem to be doing much to shake me off.”

“I could if I wanted to.”

“So you don't want to?”

You were teasing him. And while he could tease you back, he went for a different approach.

He yanked his wrist out of your grip and grabbed your own wrist just as fast, and lifted you up until you were eye level with him. To say you were flustered by the action would've been an understatement, and your free hand grasped at the arm that held you up to lessen the weight on the arm that he had trapped.

With you partially out of the water, Phinks allowed his eyes to travel over your form, following the trails of water that dripped down your skin and imagining exactly what you looked like under that swimsuit. His grin got wider when he saw your body reacting to the cooler temperature and the way your nipples showed through the material. It hadn't been on his mind when he first approached you, but after spending time with you he found himself liking the idea of fooling around with you. Probably not in the house, and he doubted you would want to do anything in the pool due to that friend of yours you had mentioned. Maybe there was some dark corner around here where he could take you to do what he wanted.

You were squirming a little, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“It's cold,” you whined.

“Yep,” was his reply.

“Come on, let go. I'm only in a swimsuit.”

“You weren't letting me go,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but I didn't pull you into the water.”

“Because you're too weak to do that.”

“That's not fair!”

“Don't think this is a situation where fairness matters, sweetheart.”

With that he let you go, and you dropped back down into the pool. You pushed away from the wall after, giving him a slightly sour look.

“Problem?” he asked.

“It's cold,” you repeated.

He just smirked.

“You're gonna need to deal with it at some point,” he told you.

“Yeah, but I wasn't ready for it then!”

You had to have noticed the way he looked at you, right? There was no way you were so oblivious to have not seen how he had blatantly looked you over. Yet you weren't mentioning it.

By now you were more at the center of the pool, pointedly out of his range.

“You done talking?” Phinks asked.

“No, but I don't want you pulling me out again.”

Then you looked away like you were embarrassed.

It clicked for him. You must have liked it, but you were too shy to say anything about it.

Your reluctance was cute, though Phinks knew he'd get tired of that game pretty fast.

“Come back over,” he told you.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

You shook your head.

“You're going to do that again, right?” you asked.

“Maybe.”

“Then no. I don't wanna get out yet.”

“How long are you gonna stay in there?”

“Until I feel like getting out.”

“And if I want you out of there now?”

“Then you'd have to come in and get me.”

…. Oh

That's what it was.

A ploy by you to get him into the pool.

That's what you had to mean by those words, right?

“.... What the hell,” he said to himself as he stood.

It got your attention when he began to remove his clothing, throwing them over to a few neatly folded articles of clothing that sat next to a bag on the patio, which he assumed belonged to you. You were watching him closely, and he could sense a growing interest in you when he removed his shirt. Your eyes lingered a little when you caught sight of his spider tattoo, but there was no hint that you recognized what it meant, which was preferable.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked.

“You were looking at me earlier,” you answered defensively, “you're not allowed to get mad when I do the same.”

“Didn't say I was mad.”

You acknowledging the way he had looked at you then just reaffirmed in his head that you hadn't minded, and after stripping down to his boxers, Phinks jumped in. The water felt just as nice as you had said, but he didn't take much time to focus on it as he was quick to approach you. Within moments, he had wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close, lifting you a little so you were at eye level with him. You seemed flustered again, but you didn't make any move to get away, and were resting your hands on his chest.

“I don't think you told me your name,” you whispered to him.

“Phinks.”

“Phinks,” you repeated, smiling afterwards, “I like it. It's cool.”

“Thanks,” he replied, “and how 'bout you?”

You gave him your name, which he also repeated to himself.

“Not as cool as 'Phinks', I guess,” you said.

“It suits you,” he said.

You smiled at him, then shifted slightly in his grip.

“Are you just gonna keep holding me?”

“You said I needed to come in and get you.”

“And what did you want to 'get' me for?”

Despite the question, you clearly had an idea of what Phinks was after as you began to move in closer to him. Phinks did the same, and slowly, the gap between the two of you was closed as your lips met together in a kiss.

With the heavy scent of pool chemicals that surrounded you two, it was hard to smell much else, but your lips were soft against his. The kiss was a bit tame for his liking, but he let you do what you wanted for now as you readjusted your arms so they were wrapped around his neck.

One of his hands slid down your back to reach down and squeeze your ass, and you gasped into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth for a brief moment before you pulled away, your hand over your mouth as you looked away in embarrassment.

“I'm not sure we should do much more here,” you said, glancing up at the house behind him, “there are people watching. I'm not into that.”

“Where do you wanna go?” he asked. It didn't surprise him much that you two might have attracted an audience, and when he heard the door to the patio open from behind him, he chose to ignore it.

“I don't think we'll get much privacy here, so how about my place?” you asked.

“Do you usually bring home strangers?”

“Only the really cool ones.”

He grinned.

You were leaning in to kiss him again when you suddenly froze and turned your attention to something behind Phinks.

“Don't do that!” you yelled.

Phinks turned his head just in time to see his and your clothes land in the water, with the guy who'd invited him – Stu, he remembered – pointing and laughing after having thrown them. The annoying woman from earlier, the one who had whined at him for his can of beer, was also there, standing behind Stu and running off with him towards the gate in the fence.

Phinks saw red.

He let you go and swiftly exited the pool, following after the two even as the chill of the night air nipped at his skin. He barely felt it, and he didn't give a shit that he was running around barefoot either. All of his focus was on catching up to those two assholes who'd dumped his clothes in the pool.

He was angry enough that he didn't notice the sound of feet following after him.

The two perpetrators were in an alleyway between two rows of houses, drunkenly laughing their asses off. Their demeanor didn't change when Phinks caught up to them. The woman actually began to laugh harder, probably because Phinks was still wearing only his boxers.

Stu was trying to contain himself a bit, and put his hands up as an offering of peace.

“Hey man, it wasn't anything personal. Just a prank,” he said, “you can use the dryer, and I'll lend you some clothes-”

His sentence was cut off when Phinks grabbed both sides of his head and twisted it completely around, the cracking of his broken neck ringing out in the empty alley.

The sight of Stu falling to the ground with his head facing the wrong way had the woman instantly sober up, and she looked to Phinks as she opened her mouth to scream.

Barely a whisper of sound was able to escape as he did the same thing to her, and now Phinks was standing half-naked in an alley with two dead bodies.

“Obnoxious fucking people,” he muttered to himself.

Then there was noise that came from behind him.

Phinks turned and saw the other guy who'd been at the gas station on the ground, his arms barely supporting himself as his eyes were wide at the sight of his friends dead before him.

His eyes widened even further when he spotted the spider on Phinks' ribs, clearly recognizing what it meant as he whispered “oh my god.”

Make that three bodies, Phinks thought to himself as he rushed forward to snap his neck as well.

Three bodies that he needed to get rid of. If anyone else from the party came out here and found them, the police would be called immediately. He had no intentions of staying here any longer, but it'd be best to put a bit of distance between himself and the crime scene before the police were inevitably called.

He was dragging the other guy by his ankles and in the process of collecting the woman's body when someone walked out into the alley through one of the other entrances. An older woman, who was definitely not from the party and had come from another house, carrying a bag of trash walked out in front of Phinks, and like the guy right before, her eyes grew wide as she saw the sight of the dead before her.

She made a move to run back to her house, but Phinks picked up a pebble that he infused with nen and launched it at her head. It traveled through her skull and the fencing beside her, and blood sprayed out from the exit wound and splattered onto the fence as well as she fell to the ground.

This was turning into a goddamn mess, and after Phinks had thrown now four bodies over into a different backyard, he heard a voice calling out “mom?” from the direction that the woman with the trash bag had come from.

Fuck this. He needed to go.

When he returned to the backyard to retrieve his clothes, he found you on the patio. You were holding his jacket over the concrete, desperately trying to wring out the water that had soaked it completely. You were visibly shivering as you did so, with goosebumps running up your arms and your teeth chattering. He noticed his pants hanging off the fence that surrounded the patio, and while they weren't dry by any means, you had clearly done your best to get the water out of them. Meanwhile your own clothes laid in a soggy heap by your equally soaked bag.

You noticed him when he walked closer.

“I'm sorry,” you told him. You looked guilty for some reason.

“You didn't do it,” Phinks said, considerably calmer now.

“No. But I made a big deal about you getting in with me, and with Stu around I should've been paying attention. I'm really, really sorry.”

He was about to tell you to stop apologizing when he heard a shout coming from the direction of the alleyway.

Fuck. He forgot that he needed to leave.

Luckily you were the only one who noticed, as the rest of the party goers still had the doors and windows securely shut. He pulled on his pants and his sopping wet tank top, and the sensation of wearing those wet clothes was just as unpleasant as he had anticipated. At least his shoes were still dry.

You were still holding his jacket, looking confused as you looked off in the direction where you'd heard that voice. Phinks was about to just take it from you and leave, but when he looked you over again, he thought over the things you two had talked about, the things you had said and how you'd acted around him, and he came to a split second decision.

Grabbing your clothes and bag, he shoved them into your hands before he grabbed one of your arms and pulled you after him. You seemed startled, but you didn't question him as you were too surprised to think of anything to say. He led you out through the backyard and down to where he had parked his car, opening the passenger side door and pushing you inside. He then walked around to the driver's side, and within moments you both were speeding out of the neighborhood.

By the time he came to the highway there was a strong smell of pool chemicals that filled the car, and both of the front seats were slowly soaking up the excess water that dripped off of the two of you.

You seemed to be in a mild state of shock, as you had yet to say anything. You just sat in your still wet swimsuit looking rather confused while you still held onto the soaked clothing Phinks had forced onto you.

After a while you shuddered and finally spoke up.

“Do you think you could turn up the heat?” you asked him.

“Oh. Sure. Sorry.”

Phinks turned the heat up all the way, and after a few moments you seemed to relax a bit, though now you were glancing over at him while smiling nervously.

“Uh, so, there's a lot that I should probably be questioning,” you began, “but I'll start with if you knew why there was yelling?”

Should he lie? No, that might be weird if he pretended not to know.

“I punched that guy in the face. I think I broke his nose,” he told you, “that was likely his friend after he saw him.”

“Ah. Okay,” you said, “that's..... Not very good, but I think I get why you did that. You're gonna get charged with assault, though.”

Fat chance.

“I'll deal with that when I come to that,” he answered, “sorry if I put you in a tough position.”

“It's okay. Well, not really. But Stu's pranks have always been pretty bad and what he did was shitty, so I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Think you can forgive me?”

“... Yeah, I think so. Just promise you won't do anything like that again.”

“I promise.”

“Okay,” you said as you nodded, “so second question: where are we going?”

“.... Not sure. Didn't have much of a plan besides getting out of there and going back to what I was doing,” Phinks admitted.

“So you're just back to driving around going wherever?”

“Seems like it.”

“Why did you bring me along?” you asked.

“.... Didn't want that to be the last time I saw you,” he said.

“Oh.....”

His answer ended up making you flustered again, and while you did seem to be holding some reservations about him with his admission of violence and the fact that he really had just kidnapped you, he could see you rationalizing everything in your mind and convincing yourself that this wasn't all that bad.

It was preferable if you did that. It made taking you with him a lot easier.

“Luckily for me I don't work tomorrow,” you said, “and since the day after that is Sunday and the campus store isn't open then, I also have that day off. So I think it's okay if I drive around with you for a bit. Just get me back by Sunday night, alright?”

“Don't worry. I'll get you back safe and sound,” he told you, and you visibly relaxed at his words.

You were a little naive, a little too trusting. But that was fine. Phinks liked that about you.

“Okay so third question,” you announced as you looked down at the wet clothes in your lap, “what should we do about this?”

“Right. Let me pull over.”

He stopped the car beneath a streetlight, and you sat sideways on the passengers seat while you held the clothes out of the car and wrung the water out of them as best you could. Phinks took the opportunity to change after you handed him his jacket, and he threw the mostly damp clothes in the backseat.

Glancing over at you, he did appreciate how much your swimsuit showed off while you tried to dry out your own clothes. But while he liked the idea of you staying as you were for the rest of the trip, you probably wouldn't be as big of a fan of that. Going over to his trunk once more, he dug around through his bag before he found what he was looking for.

“I don't have anything that will fit you well,” Phinks said as he made his way over to you, “but this should cover you up.”

What he handed you was the long white robe he wore on occasion, usually for combat or missions.

You seemed a bit surprised when you saw it, but you accepted it gratefully. Your gaze went to the jeweled eye that hung near the neck of the garment, and he heard you mumble about it being pretty.

He wondered briefly what you might think of the snake headpiece he usually wore with it, but the time for that would come later as you were currently slipping his robe over your head.

“Thank you,” you told him again as you threw your clothing in the back as well.

Then your attention went to your bag, and you frowned.

“What's wrong?”

In response to his question, you tilted your bag to the side and water began to pour out of it.

“Ah.”

“How much do you wanna bet that my phone is dead?” you asked as you reached inside.

As was expected, your phone screen stayed black when you hit the power button, and you sighed.

“And that's phone number three that Stu has destroyed.”

“Don't worry. It won't happen again,” he told you.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

You tossed the now useless phone into your bag and looked back up to him as if to say “so what now?”

Phinks had an idea for that.

“Wanna go to a motel?”

“A motel? Wow, you sure know how to treat someone,” you said sarcastically.

“You really think I can get you into a nice hotel with you looking like that? You don't even have shoes,” he said.

“I didn't get a chance to grab them,” you responded, though you seemed to concede a bit.

“Could we stop somewhere tomorrow so I can get shoes or something?”

“I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe if that's what you want.”

You laughed at that, shaking your head and saying that you didn't need that.

Before too long, Phinks was back in the drivers seat while you watched the streetlights as the car passed them by, your fingers idly playing with the jewel on his robes as you did so. He had turned down the heat and turned on the radio, and though it still felt strange to be sitting in the wet seats, it wasn't bothering either of you as much anymore. The smell from the pool was mostly gone after driving a bit with the windows opened just a crack.

Except for the occasional car that drove in the opposite direction, you were the only ones on the highway.

“How far are you gonna drive?” you eventually asked.

He wanted to get out of the state at least. Phinks didn't want to deal with a confrontation with the law while also taking you along with him. He wanted to get as far as he could while you were still cooperative, and whenever you realized that there was no chance he'd be taking you back, he'd go to more extreme measures of keeping you with him. Your phone being dead was a good thing for him; you wouldn't be able to try and get help as easily.

“I think we've passed by three or four motels already,” you added, “was there something wrong with them?”

“No. Sorry. I got a bit distracted,” Phinks replied, “I've come to really like the highway at night. There's something soothing about it, I guess. Wanted to stay like this for a bit longer.”

You nodded in response and looked back out the window, your fingers still playing with the jeweled eye.

“Can I borrow your phone at some point tomorrow? I need to call someone just so everyone back home knows I'm okay. Don't want them to worry,” you said to him.

“Sure,” he said.

Arguing with you over that would seem strange. He'd just need to avoid that subject tomorrow.

He noticed when you yawned.

“Getting tired?” he asked.

“A little,” you said, laughing a little as you added, “this wasn't how I was expecting my night to go.”

“Same here.”

“I hope you decide to stop soon. I might not be up for it tonight if you're planning on continuing where we left off at the pool when we reach that motel.”

“That's fine. We'll have all day tomorrow, right?”

His words made you embarrassed again, and you shyly answered with a yes as you smiled to yourself.

So that was the plan, then. Drive as far as he could tonight, fuck your brains out tomorrow, then get away further before you figured things out. You would likely object, not liking the idea of being taken away from everything you'd ever known. But he was certain that after spending enough time with him, you'd prefer it. Your current life wasn't any good, but he was prepared for you to not understand that at first. And if he needed to tie you up and shove you into the trunk to keep you compliant, he could do that. Seemed like a pretty fool-proof plan.

You were yawning again.

“Get some sleep if you need to,” he said, “I'll wake you up when I find a place I like.”

You nodded. Soon after he saw you settling back into the seat and closing your eyes as you attempted to get some rest.

He liked the sight of you next to him, sitting in his clothes while you nodded off in his car. And when he turned his attention back to the empty highway, he was once again hit with the feeling like he was the only one in the world. A feeling that only came with seeing an area that was typically full of people seem completely abandoned.

But this time, though, he wasn't alone.

#reader insert #yandere #yandere hxh #phinks x reader #yandere phinks #phinks magcub #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere x reader

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moemammon · 4 years ago

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The Demon Bros reacting to: Losing Belphie at the Mall!

You can imagine how stressful it is going out with the Avatar of Sloth, who's known for being able to sleep anywhere. How do the brothers handle it??

Lucifer

*leans into mic* Goodbye you little shit-

Just kidding. Unless

Why can't they have a nice outing as a family for once? Why didn't he think to put Belphagor on a leash??

Already organizing a search party so they can find him. Delegates one brother to every section of the mall. "If you see anything out of the ordinary, call me at once."

Considers tying Belphie to Beel's back when they go out from now on.

Mammon

DON'T WORRY BELPH. YOUR BIG BRO IS COMING TO SAVE YA

Or something. He ends up going off on his own and gets separated from everyone else.

But that won't stop him from finding his baby bro! Who knows what kind of danger he could be in?! Mammon still remembers the time Belphie wound up on the other side of the devildom, somehow....

Gets distracted by every outlet he passes. "Ooh, those are on sale? Ya can never have too many sunglasses."

Somehow ends up buying a ton of shit before he remembers what he was actually doing

Levi

Ah damn, that's crazy

Anyway, let him know when you guys find him

Probably tries to be a Hackerman™️ and get into the mall's security cameras or something

He's not successful, despite his best efforts. Who would've known that real life isn't like video games at all? 😔✌️💦

"If this were an rpg, I'd just have to use a seeing spell, and I'd find him in no time... I'm no good with this real world stuff..."

Satan

detective mode: engaged

He has a magnifying glass and everything?? Don't even ask where he got it from. You'll kill his vibe

The "Let's split up and look for clues!" guy

Honestly, he's enjoying this way too much for someone who should be worrying about his little brother.

But it's fine since he seems to legitimately be looking for Belphie, unlike some people

Asmo

"Oh noo~! Belphie has gone missing?? Maybe I should....check the changing rooms to see if he's in there~"

Belphie is a demon so it's not like anything bad can happen to him

He's probably fine! Anyway Asmo's gonna be in the makeup department "looking for Belphie" if you need him

Boy is "looking" hard! He's practically breaking a sweat! Which is why he should try out these blotting wipes they have on display.

Is that a hyaluronic acid toner?! Wow....

Beel

Fucking ransacking the place. Beel leaves no stone (or person) unturned. Approaches random strangers to interrogate them about his brother's whereabouts.

Shakes mannequin "Belphie are you in there-"

Honestly? He's the most likely to find him. They've got that weird 'same brain' thing going on, so he's just checking everywhere he thinks Belphie might be

Ends up finding him in a department store sleeping on a discounted tempur-pedic mattress

Hoists him over his shoulder like a delicate sack of potatoes. All's well that ends well!

Belphie

He's died

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me!#obey me beel #obey me! shall we date?#shall we date? obey me!#obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me lucifer #shal we date?#shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #list

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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buck x fem reader work together / secretly dating but they act like they hate each other and the team doesn’t know. reader is also bobby’s daughter (or niece up to you) and scared of his reaction (prompts 17, 37, 42, 81)

Unconventional

Evan Buckley x Reader

Prompts: #17: “We shouldn’t be doing this”, #37: “Uh why is your shirt inside out?”, #42: “I love you”, #81: “I can explain”

Warnings: fem!reader, worrying, vulgar/suggestive comments (kinda but not really ?), suggested sexual content, a few swear words, kissing, mentions of hospitals, surgery and injuries.

Category: fluff with a lil angst

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's Note: I wrote it as bobby’s niece, it just made more sense :) hope you liked it!!

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Evan Buckley was a pain in your ass.

He had been since the day you met him. His annoyingly attractive face, his stupid pretty blue eyes and his smile, not to mention how sweet he was. You couldn't help but hate him. Not in the typical “I hate your guts and hope you fall down a flight of stairs” way but in the “god you’re gorgeous and I want to marry you” way.

Did you plan on liking the ridiculously attractive firefighter ? Most definitely not.

Were you also planning on dating him in secret ? Also a no.

Hence why you were sitting in his jeep on a Saturday at 3 in the morning. The two of you had gone on a date to this little restaurant outside of the city but everything that could go wrong kind of did go wrong.

Buck’s shift was supposed to end at 6 but they got a call last minute so he didn’t get home until 7:30. You called to push the reservation back and when he did pick you up, you got stuck in traffic. By the time the two of you got to the restaurant, it was 8:30 and the woman said she called to see if the two of you still needed the reservation but there was no answer (she didn’t call but neither of you were in the mood to argue) - Now it's 9 pm and the two of you still haven't had dinner. Venturing down the block, there was nowhere that seemed appealing. The night really began at some random mom and pop dinner you spotted by the beach. Deciding to have your own little dinner date on the beach, it was now 9:30. Buck had a blanket in the trunk (you didn’t ask why nor did you really wanna know) and you sat on the beach and had dinner. Time flew by, it was around 1 when the two of you began wondering what time it was.

The date was now prolonged by Buck’s craving for something sweet so once again, the two of you were on a hunt but for somewhere to go. He googled the closest ice cream parlour but most places were closed, he searched until he finally found a place that was 20 minutes away. It was totally worth the drive considering it was some of the best ice cream you've had in your life. Which now brought you to 2:20 in the morning, the two of you were still sitting on the hood on his jeep, a container of half eaten ice cream between you.

Buck looked over at you, a smile on his face. “Did you have fun ? despite, you know, all the shit that went wrong ?” you chuckled, “I did.” Buck had a shift at 11 so it was time for the night to come to an end. One of his hands held yours and the other on the wheel, you were staring out the window as the breeze blew by.

“Something on your mind babe?” Buck asked you, glancing over at you as you turned towards him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” you mumbled, you didn’t want to end things with him but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have doubts about where this relationship was going. “What do you mean ?” he asks, his eyes on the road. “I mean how long are we going to hide this from everyone ?” your eyes back out the window, Buck sighed and the conversation dropped. There were a few minutes of silence and the tension filled the car, Buck finally spoke up “you were the one that didn’t want to say anything.” his voice came off a bit harsher than you expected, letting go of his hand, your body shifted towards the door and way from him. He noticed your change in emotion and seating.

“Babe, I'm sorry. It's just that you didn’t want to say anything and it’s entirely your choice. I get it but we can figure it out. One step at a time, okay ?” Buck looks over at you when he pulls into the parking lot. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine.” leaning over the console to press a kiss to his cheek. “Good night Buck, thank you for tonight” you give him a smile and get out of the jeep. Buck follows you, “let me walk you up,” he grabs your wrist, the two of you stopped in the middle of the parking lot. “That’s fine, I'll text you so you know I’m okay. You need to get home anyways, you have a shift and you need your sleep” shaking your head, you pull your hand away from him and head inside before he can ask again.

He was right, it was your choice not to say anything but you weren't sure how your uncle would react. This relationship wouldn't just affect your relationship with him but also his relationship with Buck. You didn’t- couldn't let Buck jeopardize his work life for his love life.

Shutting the door once you get into your apartment, you send a text to your boyfriend.

To Lover Boy Buck: I’m home, text me when you get home. Sleep well <3

From Lover Boy Buck: Just pulled in, goodnight babe

----

Athena’s birthday was on Saturday and Bobby had planned a surprise party for her. With a little help from May, things were in place.

Bobby had taken Athena out for lunch at some fancy cafe that was impossible to get into and then to see a play. While they were out, you headed over to their place to help May set up. Upon arriving, you saw that Hen was already there as was Buck.

“Good afternoon my loves!” you shout as you walk over to the kitchen. “I come with coffee” you hand a cup to May and the other to Hen, the two are thankful for the coffee as you had a shit ton of decorating to do and only a few hours to get it done. Buck leant against the wall by the kitchen entryway, “where's mine?” he asked which made you roll your eyes. “Didn’t know that you were gonna be here, no one invited you anyways.” you reply, sorting through the packages of balloons on the table, you toss one and it hits him square in the face.

“Ow!” he shouts, rubbing his cheek.

“Oh did I hurt you ?” you ask, pouting at him mockingly.

Considering the weird note that the two of you left on during your last date, plus not being able to see each other that week left things in a bit of a mess.

May and Hen exchange glances, “Buck, how about you help put up the banner in the backyard ?” she practically dragged Buck by the arm and into the yard. May was in the kitchen icing some cupcakes that she and Harry had made the night before when she called for you.

“Why don't you get along with Buck ? I don't know him all the well but he seems like a good guy” May pleads his case unintentionally.

He is a good guy

“Ever meet someone and you just don’t like them ?” you ask, she hums. “That’s me with Buck” is what came out instead.

“I get it.” she nodded, she began telling you about a guy in her chemistry class that just got on her nerves all the time. You excused yourself when the doorbell rang. Chim and Maddie had arrived right as Karen pulled into the driveway with Denny and Nia. You let everyone in and they began helping too. About an hour later, Eddie arrives with Chris and the cake. You take the cake from him so he can help Chris with his jacket.

“Buck!” you shout

“Yeah ba- yeah ?” he corrects himself last second. Your eyes widen at the word that almost slipped out of his mouth. No one seem to catch it except for Chim who gave you a weird look but you just brush it off.

“Take this, I need to change.” you hand the cake off to him and head to the bathroom to change into your dress. A few moments later, there was a knock on the bathroom door and then it opened.

“Hey! I'm chang- oh it’s just you” you mumble as he shuts the door. Buck’s back pressed up against the door. “Are you just gonna watch me or are you going to help me?” you turn, your back towards him now. Pulling your hair over your shoulder, you feel one of Buck’s hands on your waist and then the tug of the zipper.

“Must you always fight with me, y/n ?” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Must you always get on my nerves, Evan ?” you were looking back at him in the mirror, he flashed you a smile and nodded, a rather amused look on his face. “Yeah, it's kind of my job to irritate you” his arms loosen as you turn around to face him now, leaning back against the counter. “Well I guess then I have to fight with you” running your hand through his hair, he leans into you, his forehead against yours.

“You know, they say make love, not war” he whispers, his lips almost touching yours. A little chuckle slips past your lips, “is this your way of saying that we should stop fighting ?” you mumble as you press a kiss to his lips. Buck pulls you closer to him - which you didn’t even think was possible, “no, it’s my way of saying we should make love” he smiles against your lips as he lifts you up onto the counter and you let out an obnoxiously loud laugh. “Oops” a hand comes up to cover your mouth. Buck can't help but smile, you were adorable and all he wanted was to go out there and tell everyone that he’s in love with you, something he hadn't even told you yet, but at last, he could not.

“You’re cheesy, you know that right ?” looking up at him whilst you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “If you want to fuck me, just say so” he tells you to which you reply “you're so vulgar Evan” while rolling your eyes.

“Oh I'll show you vulgar” he chuckles and pulls off his shirt, his hand reaching behind you to unzip your dress.

Buck left the bathroom first, the house had filled up within the 20 minutes the two of you were in the bathroom. He ran his hand through his hair in hopes to fix it from the tugging that just happened. As he stepped out into the backyard, his sister’s voice called out to him.

“Buck!” she walked over, “you’ve been so busy I haven't gotten a chance to say hi yet” she pulls her brother into a hug. Maddie’s face screws into a confused look. “Did you try a new body wash or something ?” she looks up at Buck, his brows furrow but he shakes his head. “Why?” he asks, “you smell like mint” she informs him.

You step out into the backyard, a tube of mint chapstick between your fingers, being applied to your lips. Buck’s eyes were on you, watching as the tube rubbed across your lips, his mind back to those lips were moments ago. Chimney’s voice caused him to pull his eyes away from you and onto him.

“Uh why is your shirt inside out?” Chim asks him, brows raised. Buck looks down and his shirt is on inside out, “uh, I- uh I had to change.” he says, hoping they’d believe him.

“You had that shirt on when we got here.” Chim had a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh Christopher is calling for me, excuse me” Buck walks off before they could say anything. He did indeed make his way over to Eddie and Chris, you were on the other side of the backyard when your phone chimed.

From Lover Boy Buck: Couldn't you have told me my shirt was on inside out?

To Lover Boy Buck: And how was I supposed to know that ? I didn’t have time to look at you

From Lover Boy Buck: Oh really ? You had plenty of time a few minutes ago

To Lover Boy Buck: Behave.

From Lover Boy Buck: Make me.

You roll your eyes at his comment, May coming out and shouting that they just pulled in. Everyone stood by the backdoors, waiting for Athena and Bobby to come in.

Athena had a blindfold on as Bobby led her down the stairs to the backyard. “I swear if you did somethin-” he undoes the blindfold mid sentence.

“Surprise!!” everyone shouts, Athena had a huge smile on her face. She turns to Bobby, “you did all this ?” he smiles but shakes his head, “I had some help” nodding towards May, Athena walked over to her daughter to give her a hug. Bobby and Athena went around to say hello to everyone, Bobby coming over to you and Eddie, Buck and Chris were sitting beside each other. “Hey” Bobby smiled at the two of you, “hey” you smiled back before you gave him a hug.

“What do I own you for today ?” he asks you

“Nothing at all, I'm glad I could help.”

“Are you sure kid ?”

“Yeah, I'm good. I’ll let you know if I need something uncle Bobby”

He smiles and goes off to talk to Chim and Maddie. Eddie switches places with Buck, Christopher showing his father the trick that Buck just showed him. “You’re good with kids” you tell him, “yeah, I know” he replies. “You're also an arrogant asshole but perspective I suppose.” Buck chuckled at your comment, watching as you walked away.

It was a while before you sat down for dinner, you were in the house with Bobby, helping him bring stuff out while everyone got seated. When you returned, there were two seats left. One at the head of the table, which was where your uncle was currently headed, leaving you no choice but to sit beside Buck. “Pass me the green bowl ?” he asks you, “no thanks” you reply nonchalantly. Bobby gives you a look, “y/n, pass him the bowl” you sighed and handed the bowl to Buck who was snickering. It took all of you not to smack this man in front of everyone.

A hand on your upper thigh startled you, you coughed and Eddie looked at you from across the table, his brows furrowed. Your hand comes down to rest on top of Buck’s. Chris followed his father’s look over to you, “are you okay y/n?” he asked you sweetly, you smiled at him. “I’m okay buddy, thank you for asking” Buck bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile. Oh how he wanted to kiss you right now, but again, he couldn't really do that, could he? He settled for holding your hand under the table like teenagers for now.

----

8 o'clock and you were supposed to be there 20 minutes ago. Bobby was probably there wondering where you were. You were supposed to be having dinner with your uncle tonight to tell him about you and Buck. Buck offered to tell him but you felt like it was only right for you to tell him.

You dialled the number but it rang out. You assumed he was still driving or maybe he was ruining late too. The phone rang while you searched for something to wear. It was Bobby.

“Hey!” you answer, “I'm gonna be a little late”

“Y/n, we’re gonna have to take a rain check on dinner.” Something was wrong, you could tell from the way he answered.

“Everything okay ? Are you still at work ?”

“I’m at the hospital.”

“What? Why? Are you okay ? Is it Athena ?”

“Athena and I are fine. It’s Buck, he’s in surgery right now. I don't think I'll be leaving anything soon. I’m sorry about dinner.”

Your heart dropped when he said it was Buck.

“Did anyone tell Maddie ? Do you want me to pick her up ?”

“It's alright, Chim went and got her. You don't have to come, we’re ok-”

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes”

Grabbing the keys, you’ve never run down the stairs so fast in your life. The whole drive over, it felt like the world was moving in slow motion. He’d still be in surgery when you arrived but you needed to know what happened.

I love you Evan Buckley.

The 5 words replaying in your head over and over again. The 5 words you hadn’t gotten the chance to say to him. The team plus Maddie and Athena were in the waiting room. Bobby came over and gave you a hug, “is he okay ? Did you guys hear anything ?” you ask as you sit beside Maddie. “Not yet” Bobby returns to his seat.

“Mads, I'm sorry” you gave her a hug, she gave you a small smile. “It’s okay. Buck’ll pull through. He always does.”

3 hours later and still nothing, he had been in surgery 2 hours prior to you arriving, bringing it to a total of 5 hours. Athena and Bobby left for a few minutes to see if they could get an update on him. You looked around the room, Eddie was leant against the wall, his legs on the chairs in front of him, Hen stood by the window on the phone with who you assumed was Karen. Chim’s arm was wrapped around Maddie, her head resting on his shoulder.

Bobby and Athena returned telling everyone that there was no update other than he was still in surgery. Your leg bounced as you waited, Bobby rested a hand on your knee when he sat back down.

“You okay kid ?”

“Mhm hm why ?”

“You only bounce your leg when you’re nervous. You’re sure you’re okay ?”

“Yeah, I'm gonna go get some coffee” you announce as you get up. If you spent another minute in that room, you were going to combust, you couldn't take it. “Does anyone want anything ?” there were a few mumbles of no but Eddie gets up and says he’ll come with you. The two of you walk down the hallway to the other end. Slipping a bill into the machine, it buzzes and then nothing. Eddie watches as you push the button a few times. Frustrated and tired, your hand smacks against the machine. A few nurses glare in your direction.

“Hey, go get some air okay ? I’ll get the coffee and meet you outside” Eddie’s hand on your back, leading you to the doors.

“Eddie, I'm fine”

“Y/n, go. You’ve been in here for a while and honestly, I could use the air too.”

Not in the mood to protest, you step outside. It was a little past 11 now, it was dark and cold out. Your back pressed up against the brick wall, the coldness seeping through your shirt. A hand running over your face in an attempt to wake you up, you sigh as the door opens.

“Here” Eddie handed you a mug that didn’t look like it came from a machine. The mug read “#1 nurse” on it and his says “world’s best mom” your brows furrow, looking at the man standing beside you. “I sweet talked one of the nurses, it's fine. I promised to return the mugs when we're done.” he says casually, making you smile. You had always enjoyed Eddie’s company, he didn’t ask questions or poke around in your life, he just lived in the moment.

“Cute shirt” he chuckles, looking down at the blue t-shirt you had on. You hadn't realized that you left wearing it. “Oh thanks” you mumble, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s Buck’s, isn't it?” he asks, you almost choked on the coffee.

“Wha- why would you ask me that ?”

“It reeks of his cologne,” Eddie chucked. “I’ve known for months, y/n. The two of you aren't as slick as you think.”

“Who else knows ?”

“No one that I know of, Chim has an idea but he hasn't said anything”

You hummed, looking out at the parking lot in front of you. “Does Bobby know ?” Eddie’s eyes practically burn into your side.

“I was going to tell him tonight.”

Eddie’s phone buzzed before he could say anything else. “Let’s go in, the doctors are out.” Eddie followed you into the building and back into the waiting room. The doctor has just stepped in, she glanced back at you and Eddie, “Are you here for Buckley as well ?”

“Yeah, how is he?” Eddie asks, the two of you step further into the room. “He’s stable as of now, we managed to stop the bleeding. He’s asleep but he’s got a long road ahead of him.” the doctor inform everyone, you watch as Maddie lets out a sigh, her hand squeezing Chim’s. “I can take someone in, if they’d like to go in” Chim let go of Maddie’s hand as she went to follow the doctor down the hall. Eddie could sense the change in body language, you were relaxed until Maddie stepped out with the doctor. His hand rests on your back again, “let’s sit down. You can go in after” he whispered to you. To anyone else in the room, it would look like something was happening between you and Eddie but he was just comforting you. There was nothing happening.

The person you were in love with was laying in a hospital bed at the other end of the hallway.

One by one, everyone went in to see him. Chim went in first, meeting Maddie in his room. When they return, they let everyone know he’s awake. Bobby and Athena are next, they go in for a few minutes. Hen was after them, you could hear them laughing from the other end of the hallway.

It was so good to hear him laugh.

You and Eddie went in last. Eddie sat beside his bed on the chair, he and Buck having a conversation. Eddie looked over at you, you were standing by the door. “I think I'll go call Chris and let him know you’re alright” Eddie pats Buck’s shoulder before stepping out the room.

Buck’s attention was now on you. “hey you” he mumbles, trying to shift into a sitting position. “Don’t move, you’ll rip your stitches.” you take a seat where Eddie was a few moments ago. Buck’s hand reaches for yours, although he was awake, his hand felt cold. Your hand rubbed against his, his eyes on you. Neither of you say anything to the other.

“I thought I lost you for a minute there.”

“You’ll never lose me, y/n” Buck’s hand squeezes yours.

“But I almost did and I hated every minute of it.” the tears welling up by your eyes, you blink a few times to get rid of them but instead a few slip down. Buck reaches up to wipe your tears, his hand cupping your cheek.

“All of this for me ?” he teases, “there was no need to worry, you know that, right?”

“You scared me you ass, don't do that” you sniffle, your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something” his eyes were on yours, now you were worried again. “Okay, what is-”

“I love you” he blurts out.

“Oh Buck” you breathe, the soft expression on his face changes to a worried one. “Oh god, I'm sor-” your hand comes up and covers his mouth.

“I love you too” you smile at him, you can feel him smile against your hand. Moving your hand to his cheek, “you do ?” he asks, you nod. “How can I not ?” Leaning out of the chair, your lips meet his. Your hand is still cupping his face and his hand lifting off the bed to meet your waist. Shifting from the chair to the bed, you sat beside Buck, your lips still on his.

“Excuse me?” someone clears their throat, Buck pulls away to look at who's by the door. Bobby stood in the doorway, his arms folded in front of him and a rather amused Athena beside him. Buck’s eyes widen, you look over your shoulder to see your uncle standing there.

“I can explain. Bobby I-” Buck starts, but Bobby cuts him off. “It’s okay Buck, I know.” he steps into the room.

“You do?” the two of you say at the same time, both of you looking at him. Bobby nods, “I might be old - well older than you two but I’m not dumb” he chuckles, “if anything, you two are the dumb ones for thinking I wouldn't know.” he says

“I was going to tell you at dinner”

“I figured as much, I also figured you’d want to be here when Buck woke up”

“Thank you for calling” you smile at him, he gives you a nod. “Everyone is heading home, are you going to stay with him ?”

You hum, your attention back on Buck. You could hear Athena and Bobby whispering in the back and then the door shuts. Buck shifts slightly on the bed, making space for you. Laying on your side, beside him, your finger traces over the words tattooed on his forearm. The world had come to a pause finally, the things around you didn’t matter right now. Everything you cared about was beside you, the hospital wasn't the ideal place but all you cared about that he was okay.

“Tell me again” you whisper, your head on his shoulder. Buck turns his head to look at you.

“I love you y/n l/n”

“I love you Evan Buckley”

Turns out you did get to say those 5 words after all.

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