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happy life, happy wife | hugh jackman

an: “you attract what you fear” GUYS IM SO SCARED OF A 55 YEAR OLD AUSTRALIAN 😭 definitely thinking about making marvel actress!reader x hugh an actual series… i have ideas

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Deadpool & Wolverine Press tour - Hot Ones

Hugh felt like he was going to die. Each wing was getting hotter and hotter, but immediately when he heard his wife’s name he forgot all about the spice.

“Hugh, your wife is part of the Avengers, how does it feel having your wife be part of such a huge franchise? Have you two talked about a potential team up with the X-men and the Avengers?” Sean asked.

“My wife . . . Oh god, I think I’m crying-”

“I can’t tell if you’re legitimately dying or completely in love with your wife.” Ryan told Hugh.

“Wait . . I am completely in love with my wife and I would legitimately die for her.” Hugh gasped as he rearranged Ryan’s words.

“Is that in the contract she made you sign when you married her? ‘I vow to die for you’. My contract said I had to give all my money to my kids and wife.” Ryan said.

“No, she’s amazing, um, if I start talking about her I think I might go on for hours,” he laughed. “Our kids do want to see their parents fighting the bad guys together. We would love to team up, maybe it could happen.” Hugh smiled.

“The entire movie would be them making out and her beating the shit out of you. I’d pay to see that.” Ryan added.

•••

Comic Con 2024

Like RDJ, your last Marvel movie had been Avengers: Endgame. After being in ten mcu films, it was time to say goodbye to your character.

But that was in 2019.

At this years comic con, you were back. The cast of Deadpool & Wolverine had taken the stage and showed their appreciation for the fans. After their panel, it was time to announce Marvel’s upcoming projects. Kevin Feige announced the Fantastic Four, Thunderbolts, Captain America 4, and finally the new Avengers movies, which everyone was extremely excited about.

After showing the title card for the upcoming Avengers film, Kevin turned to the audience.

“Something people have been asking, as of late, is who the heck is going to direct these two movies?” The audience clapped.

From the side of the stage, you were nervous. What if the fans didn’t like the idea of you directing the next two Avengers films? Your worrying caused Hugh to come to your rescue.

“Hey, they loved you as an Avenger, they will love you even more.” Hugh kissed your forehead. “If anyone says anything about this decision, they have me to deal with.”

You laughed at his words. “I really love you so much.”

“Love you too, bub.” Hugh was about to kiss you when Ryan cut in.

“I really love us too. I convinced half of the people here that we’re a throuple.” He said in the most serious tone ever.

Kevin announced you as the director. Your doubt of the fans not liking the announcement was proven wrong when you walked the stairs to the stage and stood next to Kevin. They cheered when they saw you were back.

As you said a few words, thanking Marvel, Kevin and the fans, you were being recorded by Hugh, who was being recorded by Ryan.

“That’s my wife!” Hugh cheered from backstage, holding his phone in his hand.

“She’s Marvel Jesus now, holy shit!”

•••

WIRED autocomplete interview

“Is Hugh Jackman married?”

“Yes, to me, Y/n, probably to half the population,” Ryan answered. “He’s Australia’s biggest slut.”

“All the times, I proposed.” Hugh laughed. “But yes, I am married and I love my wife very much. She’s stuck with me forever.” He lifted his hand to show off the wedding band.

“Funny, because she texted me right now. Her and Blake are in the courthouse getting married. So Deadpool three was actually made so our wives could divorce us and marry each other.”

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Angel Face, Devil Thoughts

Summary: The first time Rafe Cameron saw you, he knew he had to have you. Whatever it takes. Wk: 6.8K

•This is a collaboration with @babygorewhore🖤 I had so much fun working on this with you baby, I love you so much!!!•

Warnings: Possesive!Rafe, obsessive behaviors (Rafe and reader), kidnapping, drugging, kinda clueless reader (or is she…?), daddy kink, borderline stalker behavior, spanking, hair pulling, jealous!Rafe, bondage, age gap (Rafe is 35 reader is 26), spit kink, oral, unprotected sex. Dark fic, 18+MNDI!! (Divider by me)

Rafe Cameron’s legs turned as he swung the golf club, perfectly hitting the ball as it landed near the hole in the ground yards ahead. He smirked to himself. Topper clapped a hand on his shoulder. His grip firm and Rafe cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know how you do it. I’ve never beaten you.”

Rafe shrugged. “No one can,” He chuckled and scanned the scenery of the yards ahead of him.

It was a beautiful day. It wasn’t too hot and he was able to wear nicer clothing than he usually did for golf. A simple button down shirt and comfortable pants allowed him to easily pick up his bag of clubs and make his way to the small section of the park where food and drink was served. By Pogues and the middle class.

But he wasn’t as involved in the war between kooks and pogues. At 35, he truly had better things to do. Run the empire and look after Wheezie who was a young teenager now. After Wards death, his sisters random marriage, his own growth over the years, Rafe just wanted to make money, fuck, and…make more money.

But then his eyes widened and he almost stopped short when he saw you. And his entire world came to a halt.

You were wearing a simple outfit, a little black tennis skirt and a polo tee that bore the logo of the franchise representing the park. Your hair was out of your face, you were wearing makeup and you were currently talking to Wheezie, who giggled and blushed at a young boy across from you both. Rafe’s footsteps slowed but he continued your way. He was close enough to hear the conversation.

“I think he’s really cute. But I don’t know how to approach him.” Wheezie complained and he wanted to roll his eyes over her thirtieth crush of the week when you smiled at her. And he melted inside.

“That’s okay. All you have to do is wave and smile. Men are easy.” You winked at her and he swallowed thickly.

You were so beautiful. Delicate. Angelic. Perfect. You radiated kindness and a youthful spark that he hadn’t exposed himself to in a long time. He was probably about ten years your senior but he didn’t give a shit. When he saw Wheezie walk away from you and your adorable smile continued to grow, that's when he decided.

You were his.

He cleared his throat and prepared to further approach you after abandoning Topper. He had no issue with shyness or other bullshit younger men dealt with but something about you made him hesitate. Why were you working? Someone as perfect as you deserved to be treated gently, like a princess. You needed to be kept.

Rafe could do that. Easily.

As he walked to you, your pretty doe eyes looked up at him, and a smirk so faint crossed your face that he almost missed it.

“Haven’t seen you before. Sorry if my little sister annoyed you. But I have a soft spot for her.” Rafe didn’t bother with introducing himself. You’d be screaming his name soon enough.

“Hi,” when you gave him your name, he almost got chills. Even your name was perfect. You were an angel. The way your feet rolled, trying to shorten the distance between you both was adorable. “She was cute! I remember my first crush.” You twirl your hair and Rafe gave you a hum of approval.

“What’s a pretty little girl like yourself doing working here? With looks like that, I figured you’d be a model.” Rafe complimented and instead of becoming shy, you batted your eyelashes and grinned.

“I’m thinking about it.” You glanced back at the bar cart, “but I have to get back to work. It was nice to meet you finally, Rafey.” The nickname made his lips quirk in a sadistic smile. A nickname already? One he never allowed others to use.

But you weren’t anyone.

You were his little bunny.

Rafe stayed longer than usual, watching you from a distance and leering at the way your skirt hugged your ass and hips. You were a little clumsy but he enjoyed that. He knew you’d have to rely on him for everything. You needed him.

When you clocked out, Rafe was horrified to see you start to walk down the road. You didn’t have a car. And that made him feel rage. How could someone allow you to walk home alone? He certainly wouldn’t. Not his pretty kitty.

Rafe marched forward, catching up with you before his hand gently touched your arm. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to walk home. Come on. I’ll give you a ride.”

He expected you to deny it but then you grinned and nodded rapidly.

“Yes! That sounds great!”

This would be too easy. But he was worried. What if a bad man got a hold of you? How would he live with himself if something happened to you? He’d never let it go. No. His darling little girl would never get hurt.

“Come on. My car is this way.”

Rafe lagged behind you ever so slightly, despite his legs being much longer than yours. He couldn’t resist getting another peak of your ass in that little uniform. He also couldn’t resist when you stumbled as he was helping you into the passenger seat and one of his hands landed on the skin of your ass just under your skirt. He had to hold back a chuckle at the sight of you displaying yet another act of clumsiness. You were so helpless, fragile, too good for this world. He had to protect you from anyone who tried to hurt you, even yourself.

“Alright, Angel face, where am I headed?” Rafe buckles himself in, one of his long fingers hitting the push to start on his fancy sports car. He glances over at you, noticing that you haven’t buckled yourself up yet. He lightly shakes his head before leaning over the center console to buckle your belt for you.

“Oh, thank you, Rafey.” You run your fingers down his forearm, batting your lashes at him again. He takes note of your chipped nail polish, he’ll have to remedy that immediately. He’s definitely going to be calling the nicest salon on the island first thing tomorrow. Get you the full treatment, hair, nails, massage, whatever you want. “It’s on figure 8, I’m actually staying three houses down from you, I think. It’s my grandparents old house.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard about their passing. I’m sorry about that, doll.” He smiles at you softly, earning the cutest little grin in return. “Is that what you’re doing here? You inherit their house or something?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that. They left it to my mom but she doesn’t have any interest in living here so her and dad are selling it. We came here to go through all their stuff and get it ready to put on the market.”

“What about you? You like it here?” You cross your legs, and Rafe can see how deliciously your thighs squish together out of the corner of his eye. He stifled a groan at the sight.

“Yeah, it’s nice. It’s a lot different from my hometown but it’s really pretty here. And I make better money than I did at my waitressing job back home.” Your voice is so cute, Rafe wants to drown in it.

“If your moms parents left her all that money, how come you’re working?” He takes a chance to look over at you at a red light, eyes roaming your form, committing as much as he could to memory.

“They are still dealing with all the legal stuff, and I don’t really know if they’ll even give me any. I don’t think they trust me with it. I haven’t always made the best life choices.” You sigh, a frown spreading across your lips, a crease in your brow. Rafe hates it, how dare they upset you? How dare they not help you? If you aren’t great with making choices, he doesn’t mind making them for you.

“Ah, makes sense. But a pretty girl like you? You deserve everything you could ever want. Waited on hand and foot.”

“That’s so sweet, thank you, Rafe. But I’ve always worked for what I want, ya know? I don’t really mind it.” You shrug your shoulders, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Well, I think you deserve better than that, s’all im saying. I’m gonna set up a spa day for you, alright? What are your days off?” This is a win, win for him. He can spoil you a little and figure out your work schedule.

“Oh! You don’t have to do th-“

“Angel, I don’t have to do anything, but I’d really like to do this for you. Let me.” It comes out like more of a command than a request and he doesn’t miss the way your breath hitches in your throat at his tone.

“Alright, if you insist. I work Tuesday to Saturday every week. So I have tomorrow off, since today is Saturday.” You smile at him, and he thinks it’s adorable how proud you seem to be stating simple facts. You seemed like a bit of an air head but Rafe didn’t mind, he liked that, it would be easier to guide you.

“Okay, I’m gonna call and make you an appointment for tomorrow.” He pulls into the driveway of your grandparents home and takes his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. “Put your number in here and I’ll text you the details.”

Your smile is wide and he feels like he can practically see a sparkle in your eyes. He wants to give you the fucking world. You add your number to his phone, putting yourself in as “Angel Face” with a little bunny next to it. You give him his phone back and he smirks down at it, you were almost in too cute to bare.

“Well, thank you so much for the ride, and for tomorrow too! You’ve been so kind to me and you hardly even know me, I wish I could repay you somehow.” A little pout forms on your lips as you look up at him through those god damned lashes.

“I’m sure we can figure something out, Angel face. For now, be a good girl for me and get inside safely. Make sure you lock the door behind you. I’ll text you soon about your little spa day.” He smirks at you, resting his hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. The cutest little squeak leaves your lips and he can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you moan his name. “Also, no more walking home, alright? I’m usually done with my work shit by the time the club closes so I’ll pick you up from now on.”

You look like you’re about to protest, but it’s almost like you think better of it. Instead you give him one of those sweet smiles.

“Sounds good, thank you again, I’ll make sure I’m a real good girl for you. Get lots of rest for my big day tomorrow. Good night Rafey.”

“Night, Angel.” You pat his hand before grabbing your purse and exiting his car. He swears you bent over a little extra to give him a flash of your little black panties, but he’s not complaining. As long as he’s the only man you’re doing that for. He’s totally and utterly addicted to you already, and he won’t stop until he owns you completely. Rafe quickly calls the salon owner's private number, knowing they’re probably closed by now. He offers her however much it takes to get you in the next day before typing out a text to you.

Your appointment is at 12:30 tomorrow, I think baby pink stiletto nails would compliment you well. I'll pick you up at noon, don’t be late. Sweet dreams, bunny.

Rafe eagerly pulls into the salon parking lot the next day. He picked you up at noon on the dot, you came bouncing down the driveway with a bright smile on your face. He must say seeing you out of your work clothes was a spiritual experience for him. You were wearing this little black mini skirt, and a little light pink tank top. You had on the most impractical shoes for a place like this, big, chunky, studded platform Mary Jane’s, with little white ruffle socks. The thing that really did him in though? The black o-ring choker around your neck. It was all so contradictory, the pink, the studs, the little socks. He’s never seen a girl like you in all his years. He needs you so badly.

Last night felt like one of the longest nights of his life, he never thought he could miss someone he just met so much. But he was up nearly all night, his thoughts riddled with you. Your thighs, the way your tits looked in that little work polo, the way your ass would bounce when he fucked you from behind. Rafe has never jerked off so much in one night. Not even when he was younger. All he can think about is filling you up, spoiling you, maybe putting a few babies in you once he’s gotten his fill of alone time with you. He walks into the salon with a pep in his step, his eyes scanning the room for your beautiful face.

His features immediately harden when he spots you though. You’re sitting pretty in one of the plush pedicure chairs your feet propped up while a man paints your dainty little toe nails. His nostrils flare, anger surging through him at the sight of another man’s hands on his angel. His expensive loafers thud against the ground as he stomps towards you.

“Rafe, hi! You’re early! But this is the last thing, so you shouldn’t have to wait for long.” You give him that saccharine smile, completely oblivious to his internal meltdown.

“Hi angel.” He smiles at you, but he doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You about done with my girl here?”

He looks down at the man as he coats the polish on your toenails, wanting nothing more than to cut his fingers off one by one for even thinking he’s worthy of touching you. Let alone doing it. He doesn’t give a shit if he’s paying.

“Yeah, this is the last step then I’ll have her out of here.” The guy smiles at him before returning to his task.

“I didn’t know dudes worked at places like this.” Rafe scoffs.

“Rafe! That’s kind of a rude thing to say… Everyone here has been so helpful and kind! I’ve had a great day!” Your lips form into a pout, your brows furrowed. The last thing he wants to do is upset you, or scare you off. He needs you to trust him. Plus he’s not the same hot headed guy he used to be, he’s a man now. He can keep this to himself.

“You’re right, baby, I’m sorry. Thanks for treating her right, man.” Rafe forces the most polite smile he can muster in his direction.

“No problem, just doing my job.” He taps his fingers against the polish, making sure it’s dry. “Which I’m all done with, you’re free to go ma’am. You can pay up front.”

“Thank you so much!! They look perfect!!” You wiggle your toes, your hands clapping together excitedly. You’re so cute Rafe hardly remembers why he was mad, hardly. He still wants to singe that guy’s finger tips off. “You like them?”

“Yeah bunny, those are gorgeous.” Rafe smirks, pleased to see the baby pink polish on not just your fingers but your toes too. You even went with the shape he suggested. You’re such a good girl already.

He walks you to the counter, using his black card to pay for everything. He even leaves a generous tip, despite how much he’s still simmering with jealousy over that man touching you. He wanted to make a good impression on you, he needs you to see how perfect he is for you.

“Lemme see you, pretty girl.” Rafe offers you his hand so he can spin you around, a low whistle escaping his lips as you twirl. “Gorgeous.”

“Oh my god, thank you! I really had such a great day. I got a massage. Then they did highlights and a blow out on my hair. And of course I got these pretty nails!!” You giggle, holding your hands out to him to give him a closer look.

“Very pretty, bunny. The little bows are a nice touch. I knew that color would be perfect for you. You ready to go?”

“Yup! All set.”

Rafe leads you out to his car, helping you in and buckling your seatbelt just like he has the last two times you've been in it. He drives towards your grandparents house with an almost uneasy feeling. He doesn’t want to let you go yet. Or ever. He left you alone for a few hours and regardless if it was his job or not another man had his hands all over you. He didn’t like it. You were too precious to be going around without him. You needed him just as much as he needed you.

When he pulls up to your house you thank him over and over again, telling him no one has ever done anything this nice for you before. How could they not have? You deserve a thousand times more than just this, and he’s going to give it to you. You lean over and leave a sticky lipgloss kiss on his cheek. His heart feels like it’s nearly going to burst out of his chest and he has to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out and kissing you like his life depends on it. You make sure to bend over again when you get out of his car, and it just drives him even more crazy. He was going to make you his, by any means necessary.

Rafe carefully selected another item into the cart as he walked down the aisle at the store. The aisles were nearly empty since he picked the perfect time to arrive and buy things for his little girl. His shopping was usually done by someone who worked for him but how could he allow anyone to touch things that were yours? Only he could give you these things. His little angel wouldn’t ever have to worry about anyone ever again.

In the cart were stuffed animals, blankets, decorations and even coloring books. He had already assembled the basics in the bedroom he specifically designed for you two days later after he had been driving you home. The room would be ready tonight.

His caretaker nature allowed him to easily pick up on things you liked. Soft, sweet and gentle natured you. His baby girl.

As he returned to his home with several bags, he didn’t allow anyone to put things away. The room was a soft pink color. Completely removed of any objects that could cause you harm. Stuffed animals, a tv set, a computer that would be monitored, and a soft bed with fluffed pillows. Rafe stood straight and admired his work. Yes. This was perfect for a sweet girl like you. Everything about this plan would go perfectly. His little bimbo would fall for his trap and he didn’t have a moment of doubt or guilt. Why would he? You needed him. And he wouldn’t stand the thought of anyone else having you.

Like clockwork, Rafe heard the doorbell ring and he knew it was Barry. Here to accomplish his part of the task at hand. Rafe opened his front door after begrudgingly leaving your bedroom and Barry leaned against the frame.

“Sup, country club.” He dangled a bag full of small pills. “Got the dough. You have my money?”

Rafe handed over the wad of cash and accepted the plastic bag. “This better be the real fucking thing or I’ll kill you.” He warned and Barry smirked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m so scared of you big boy. Pretty fucked up though. What you’re planning to do with that chick. But it’s safe I guess. Not gonna hurt her.”

“That’s all I need to know.” Rafe pressed the bag against his chest and Barry crossed his arms.

“Ain’t ever seen you like this, bro. When you gonna get her?”

“Tonight. When she’s on her way home. Pretty little bunny doesn’t have a car. She’s making this easy for me.” Rafe chuckled.

“Aight, I don’t need to know anymore.” Barry held his hands up and walked away towards his bike. “Careful, Rafe. Sounds like you’ve really fallen for her.”

Rafe nodded and a twinge of emotion made him feel warm. He swore to himself he’d never fall in love. And now look at him. Planning on taking this poor girl but he was doing her a favor. She was his and his alone. He would protect her. Even if it was against her will. Even if it meant forcing her.

Later, Rafe was in his car waiting to pick you up with your favorite drink. A milkshake. His trembling hands gripped the steering wheel as the minutes went by on his digital clock.

You will be coming out soon. All his. His precious baby. Rafe craned his neck and finally saw you walking towards his car. His body tensed and his cock twitched with adrenaline as you smiled when you saw him. Twirling your braids, you waved at him while approaching the car with a half slip.

“Hi, Rafey! You’re right on time!” You said as you happily slid into the car.

Rafe nodded. “Of course I am, baby. I’m a man of my word. Here, I got you something, Angel.” He handed you the milkshake, his fingers twitching as you grinned and immediately wrapped your lips around the straw. You moaned at the taste and his mouth watered at your pretty sounds.

You fell for it.

Rafe inhaled slowly as he started driving, but not in the direction of your home. It didn’t matter anyway, you were drinking too eagerly to really notice.

“It’s a pretty day, Rafe! Almost as pretty as you are!” You giggled and Rafe reached over, placing a hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze.

“Thank you, bunny. You’re such a sweet girl you know that? My sweet girl.” He muttered the last part and he noticed your movements were growing slower.

You blinked, your doe eyes becoming unfocused. The Valium was taking effect and he smirked with satisfaction. God, you were such a little bimbo slut.

“Rafey…I feel so tired…” you yawned and he traced his ringed fingers along your skin where your skirt had rode up.

“Go to sleep, baby. You’ll be all nice and safe when you wake up.” Rafe trembled as you slumped over, your mouth parting as you drifted to a deep sleep.

That’s it. That’s my fucking girl. So obedient.

Your body feels weighed down, you try to open your eyes but it feels like someone put bags of sand on top of them. The last thing you remember is falling asleep in Rafe’s car, but what you’re laying on right now is definitely not a car seat. It feels like the most plush mattress you’ve ever laid on, even softer than the one in your grandparents guest room. Your head feels like it’s resting on a cloud, and the air smells nice. Like vanilla and strawberries.

After a few minutes of struggling you finally force your eyes to open slightly. There’s a soft warm light illuminating the room, and what looks like a sheer pink canopy on the ceiling above you. Your body still feels heavy but you’re able to move your hands now, spreading your fingers and running your palms across a silky soft blanket. You turn your head to the side and your eyes land on a pink wall with the prettiest vanity you’ve ever seen pushed up against it. You weave your head the other way, trying to get a grip on your surroundings. Up against the opposite wall there’s a rack filled with clothes and from what you can tell it’s all things you’d wear.

You try to push yourself up on your palms, now extremely aware of how dry your mouth is, how thirsty you are. But your body still feels too weak. You let out a little groan and lull your head back against the soft pillow.

“Hey, hey, don’t try to move, Angel. I’ve got you.”

“Rafe?” Your voice comes out a cracked whisper, you can’t see him, but there’s no doubt in your mind that it’s him.

“Yeah bunny, it’s me, daddy’s here.” The self proclaimed title sends a shiver down your spine.

“Daddy? What’s going on? Where am I?” You’re about to try to push yourself up again when Rafe comes into view. He’s towering over you, looking down at you with what only could be described as adoration.

“You’re home.” His large hand reaches out to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb running over the apple of your cheek.

“Home? This isn’t my grandparents' house - I - I’m so thirsty.” You nuzzle into his palm almost subconsciously. You’ve spent so many nights now dreaming about his touch, more than just the brief thigh touches or a hand on your shoulder. It felt so nice.

“Shh shh, baby it’s okay. Don’t overwhelm yourself. Here, I’ll help you sit up, I have some water here.” His snakes one arm underneath your head and the other behind your knees, hoisting you up against the headboard with ease. Now that you’re sitting up you have a better view of the room. It’s beautiful. Something out of your wildest dreams.

“Where - where are we?” You ask with wide eyes, your voice filled with borderline awe.

“I told you Angel, we’re home. This is for you. I did this all for you.” He takes the cap off the water bottle sitting on the nightstand and holds it up to your lips. You eagerly chug it down, the cool liquid calming the burn in your throat.

“For me? Rafe? How did I get here? Did you change my clothes?” Now that you’re feeling more aware you realize you’re no longer wearing your work uniform. Instead you’re wearing a little silk nighty with white lace embellishments. It’s soft and comfortable and honestly gorgeous.

“Bunny… I need you to listen to me, alright?” He discards the water bottle so he can sit on the bed next to you, his hand returning to your face. You nod against his palm, looking up at him with big wide eyes. “Use your words.”

“I’m listening, Rafey.”

“Call me daddy when I’m talking to you like this, alright baby?”

“Okay, daddy.”

“I - fuck - I did what I had to do alright? I did what’s best for you. You’re too fragile, too precious for this world. That first day I saw you working at the club, I knew I needed you. Knew you needed me.” You try to hold in your smirk, you really do. But you were already starting to crack as it was, and this? This isn’t something you would’ve expected.

“Oh I know, daddy, I see the way you look at me… you didn’t answer my question though. How did I get here, huh? Did you slip something in that milkshake? Knock me out? Strip me down and get a good look at my little body?” You look at him with a Cheshire smile, and a gleam in your eye he’s never seen.

“Hey, I didn’t fuckin’ do any weird shit if that’s what you’re thinking, I want you fully aware of your surroundings the first time I have you. That is until I fuck you so good you forget everything but my name…”

“So kidnapping and drugging me isn’t considered weird? Got it.” You let out a breathy chuckle. “You know, I knew you wanted me, but I didn’t think you’d go this far. I have to say, daddy, it’s kind of hot.”

“The fuck you mean you knew?” His brows furrow, his nostrils slightly flare and you can tell you hit a nerve. But you just couldn’t keep up this clueless girl act anymore, not after he went to all these lengths just to get you. You needed him to know you wanted him just as bad.

“I mean, I’m not blind. You look at me like you want to put me in a cage and never let me go. You drive me home everyday. You offered to buy me new nails the first day you met me. Also, don’t think I didn’t notice how jealous you got when you saw that guy doing my pedicure. And guess what? The funny part is, you didn’t need the drugs to get me. I would’ve just let you take me.”

“You knew this entire time how badly I wanted you?” You nod and his hand reaches out to grip your jaw, rougher than before. “I told you to use your words, bunny.”

“Yes, I knew.” You smirk at him and he adjusts his grip so he’s pinching your cheeks.

“And you still continued to tease me like a little slut? Bend over and flash me your little panties every time you got out of my car? Always pushing those tits up against my arm and batting your lashes at me? Was that all some kind of act? You trynna scam me?” His hand migrates from your face to your throat, his thick fingers tightening against your esophagus deliciously.

“Daddy, no. It wasn’t an act at all. I want you so bad. Just wanted to see how far I could push you before you finally cracked. I have to say, you exceeded my expectations. I can’t believe you did all of this just for me. That’s so sexy.”

“Oh, so you’re just a little fuckin’ tease. That it?”

“I wasn’t teasing, you could’ve had me any time. You just got in your head that you had to carry out this elaborate scheme to keep me, when I’m already yours.” Rafe practically growls, he feels tricked, he feels frustrated that he risked hurting you with those drugs when you wanted him all along. But most of all? He’s so fucking horny.

“Well, I want you right fuckin’ now.” He uses his grip on your throat to push you onto your back and eases his body over top of yours.

Your breathing intensifies as you give him a small smirk. Of course you knew he wanted you. You may be a bimbo but you had common fucking sense. His blue eyes burned whenever he looked at you with a hunger that was impossible to deny. The material of his shirt rubbed against your bare skin, your slip riding up from his movements that left you pinned on the mattress under his mercy. His palm pressed against your throat felt heavenly, his fingers locked around the sides of your neck held you down posessively.

“You fucking slut. You liked it this the whole time. Liked playing with me. I’m gonna make you regret it.” Rafe flipped you over, grabbing your hips and yanking you up on your hands, your ass up in the air. Your pussy clenches around nothing before Rafe’s hand slaps your ass, hard enough to make you jolt forward as his other hand flies to your hair, holding you in place with a makeshift ponytail.

“Apologize to daddy. Say you’re sorry.” He growls and you want to be a brat and say no, but his fingers slide from your hair down, down, down to your entrance, sinking knuckle deep in your cunt. His two digits play inside you, curling in a come here motion and your slick welcomes him in further as his thumb brushes against your clit with a delicious pressure. “Mmm, wanna give you love, bunny, but you’ve been a bad girl.” He grunts and you whine with your face pressed against the bed.

“Sorry, daddy! I’m sorry I acted bad!” You shriek when he spanks you again, this time hard enough to leave a mark. He spanks you again, and again and again. Tears prick your eyes and you hear him shift as he releases you. You fall forward, crashing onto the blanket and you feel his hands take your ankles. He moves you around on your back, dragging you to the headboard.

“Dumb little kitty. Bet you’re so wet from this. Let’s see,” He gives you a predatory smile and shoves off his black tie. He pins your wrists down, using your weakness to his advantage as he loops it around your hands. He ties you to the headboard and his knee spreads your legs, making you feel the air on your damp panties.

Rafe breathes through his mouth in a taunting huff, “look at that. You’re such a little whore for me. Wet from me hurting you? Drugging you? God damn you’re so pathetic. I love it.”

As you jerk, trying to move you realize you’re completely trapped by him. Rafe looms over you, cupping your jaw. “Open your fucking mouth,” He hisses and you immediately obey. He spits inside, “swallow it. You’re good at that, aren’t you?” You shudder at his filthy words.

Rafe crawls down, sliding your panties down your legs. A groan escaping him at your sticky pussy on display for him as he spreads your knees.

“Mmmm, so good. You’re so worked up.” He situates himself on the bed, burying his mouth against you, his tongue lewdly licks at your clit like an ice cream cone. His heated lips suck at your center with loud moans as he grinds into the mattress.

Your hips buck, his nose continually brushing against the underside of your clit as he laps all around before thrusting his tongue inside your entrance, gathering every single ounce of precum he can get.

“Fuck, daddy. Feels so good, I needed this.” You barely manage and he chuckles.

“Desperate, huh? Needed daddy to fuck this tight little pussy? My little girl is such a good bunny.”

Your stomach tightens, a tightening coil in your belly growing the more he licks you up relentlessly. He rips away, whipping your juices from his chin. His cock inside his trousers looks painfully hard.

“I’m going to make you fucking scream.”

Rafe pushes himself up on his knees, easily ridding himself of his button up and then moving onto his slacks. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, you knew he’d be big, but it’s even better than you imagined. All those nights trying to stifle the moans of his name so your parents didn’t hear you.

“Fuck daddy, your cock is so pretty.” You’re practically drooling. “Fuck my mouth.”

He finds himself questioning if you’re even real at this point. His little angel all tied up and laid out, practically begging him to use your pretty mouth. He straddles your face, the head of his heavy cock brushes against your lips and you flick your tongue out. You moan at the taste of the bead of precum that gathered at the tip.

“Fuckin’ look at you, gonna let me use this little mouth?” He taps his cock against your outstretched tongue a few times before using his free hand to grip onto your hair, pulling your head back. “Open wide, slut.”

You stick your tongue out as far as it can go and he glides his length across it. He thrusts slow a few times before shoving his cock down your throat, causing you to gag.

“Yeah, that’s right, fucking choke on it.” You close your lips around him, taking a deep breath through your nose as he begins to assault your throat with rough thrusts. His groans are almost animalistic as he uses you for his own pleasure. You moan around his cock, clenching your thighs together at the feeling of being at his mercy. “Mmm bunny, this mouth is so fucking good. But I bet that little pussy is ever better. She was practically begging for me to fill her. Is that what you want?”

He uses his grip on your hair to pull you off his cock, leaning back so he can look down at you with a condescending pout.

“Please daddy, want it so bad. Want your cock, want your cum. Fill me up.” His large hand grips your face, punching your cheeks together as he tilts your head from side to side.

“You’re such a good little bunny, begging for daddy’s cock like my own personal little slut. That’s all you’re gonna be from now on. Mine to fill, to use, to fuck, to spoil. You’re never going to have to think about a single thing ever again.” He expertly undoes the tie binding your wrists, gripping onto your hips and flipping you onto your stomach again.

“Yes daddy, that’s all I want, just want you. Wanna be your good girl. Want you to take care of me.” You whine into the sheets. “Please fuck me daddy, please don’t make me wait any-“

You’re cut off abruptly when he pulls your ass up into the air, lining his cock up with your entrance. He fills you up in one rough thrust, your slick walls practically sucking him in. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he’s fucking into you at a brutal pace.

“Oh fuck yeah, this fucking pussy is even better than I imagined. You’re so fucking tight, never gonna stop fucking you baby. Gonna keep you full day and night.”

“Daddy daddy daddy, it feels so good. So good. You’re so big.” You let him take you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over. You’re gripping the sheets so tight you’re scared your new nails are going to tear through them and drool is dripping down your chin and onto the fabric.

“Yeah, fucking take it, slut. Take this fucking dick.” He leans forward, his thick forearm snaking around your throat. He uses his grip on you to pull you up so your back is flush against his chest. You didn’t think anyone could ever be so deep inside of you, and the pressure on your throat makes your head light in the best way.

“Oh my god, daddy, I’m gonna cum.” His free hand finds your clit, and the minute he’s circling it your orgasm is crashing over you. You thrash in his hold, a pornographic moan ripping through you.

“Fuck yes angel, fucking cum for your daddy. Pussy is fucking squeezing me. Gonna make me cum. Look at me.” His hand leaves your clit, roughly gripping onto your jaw so he can pull your head to the side. It’s borderline painful the way your neck is craned so you can look up into his blue eyes. But when he smashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss you can’t bring yourself to care.

Rafe continues to fuck into you, his tongue invading your mouth, intertwining with yours. He pushes his hips flush against your ass as he reaches his high, filling you with ropes of his cum.

“That’s it, good fucking girl. You're so good for me.” He releases your throat, pulling out of you slowly, causing you to whine. He eases you onto your back, leaning over top of you to place a much more tender kiss than before on your lips. “Let me clean you up baby.”

He gets up, quickly wetting a washcloth in the ensuite bathroom. He rushes back to your side, running the warm cloth along your folds.

“Mmm thank you, daddy. That feels nice.” You hum.

“Yeah? Gotta take care of my angel, you’re my responsibility now. I’m going to do everything and anything you need.” He lays down next to you, pulling you into his side so you can rest your head on his chest. “I am sorry about the way I went about this. But I’d do it again in a heartbeat. The first day I saw you I knew I needed to have you. Knew you were meant for me.”

“I feel the same, daddy. All you had to do is ask. Although, I must admit, it was honestly pretty sexy this way. You might be observant but there’s still a lot you have to learn about me.” You happily nuzzle into his chest. You’ve never felt so safe before. “I love my room by the way, it’s perfect. Does this mean I don’t get to sleep with you though?” You pout.

“Of course you get to sleep with me, Angel. I just wanted you to have a space of your own here.” He runs his fingers through your hair, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “There’s going to be ground rules that I want you to follow, but we can go over those when you’re more clear headed. Wanna take a bath?”

“Yeah Rafey, a bath sounds nice.”

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rafe mocking the reader about watching old disney channel (some of high school musical movies for example) but then gets hooked

please he'd try so hard not to watch but he could never deny his princess

"Baby, I love you, but I'm not really feelin' watching a movie about a whole bunch of teenagers singing at school. Let's watch a horror movie or somethin'," Rafe spoke. He poked your side gently with a crooked smile, "Promise I'll let you cuddle me if you get scared."

A pout formed on your face, pleading doe eyes and a jutted out bottom lip. "Please, baby? For me? Your girlfriend that you love so much?"

He ached to kiss that sulky look off your face. He knew he'd end up giving into you, just like always, How could he possibly say no to you when you were that sweet and beautiful? He wanted to give you everything, even if that included watching a stupid Disney Channel movie.

"Fine. For you."

You clapped and let out a squeal of excitement, smacking an audible kiss to his stubbly cheek. It was hard for him to remain annoyed when you were so happy. And even harder when you were kissing him.

"Thank you," you hummed. "I love you."

He chuckled at the way you dragged out that last word, almost sing-song like, and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. You set everything up, I'll go make the popcorn."

"Ugh. I love you even more, now."

The two of you embark on the journey of watching the High School Musical franchise. In the beginning, he was bored. The stereotypical high school cliques, the cheesy songs. He wasn't all that interested. The only thing that kept him going was your little dance moves, and the way you sang each song gleefully. You grabbed his hand and used it as a faux microphone, and then he couldn't help but laugh.

Then, the second movie kind of reeled him in. He slung his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in close as he started to become invested. While Troy and Gabriella sang Gotta Go My Own Way, he almost looked upset. "They aren't really over, are they? I mean, they can't be, right?"

The wide grin (that he had failed miserably trying to hide) that took over his features by the ending when the two lovers had reunited made you so happy. He was enjoying himself, even if he'd deny it.

By the time the third movie came around, he would quietly shush you as he tried to pay attention. He'd mumbled a quiet damn when Sharpay made her iconic entrance, to which you smacked him in the chest for. He marvelled at Troy's Scream performance, loving the entire scene, especially when the school hallway was rotating. He was smiling from ear to ear when Troy drove to Stanford for Gabriella, and when you'd gotten to the scene where Troy revealed where he'd be going to college, he practically pulled you into his lap.

"I'd do that too," he said.

"Do what?"

"Go anywhere to be with you. I don't think I could survive being away from you, honestly. Need my girl always."

You gave him a smile. "So, I take it you enjoyed yourself?"

He shrugged, the corners of his lips curling up. "Maybe a 'lil."

"Good. That means we can get started on the Cheetah Girls movies. They're the best!"

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[msjaeger]

That Wasn't In The Script (Actor AU)

//// Btw this contains hints to spoilers from the last episode/ chapter 139 so if for some reason you haven't watched it, DO NOT READ!!!!///

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"So tell me, guys. How do you guys feel knowing that the Attack on Titan is officially over? Like, that show will forever go down in history!"

Allen, the host of the official Attack on Titan talkshow Attack the Talk, asked your castmates and yourself. You were currently sitting on the stage in between Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirschtein, with the rest of your cast, Mikasa Ackermann, Armin Arlert, Connie Springer, Levi Ackermann, Reiner Braun and Annie Leonhart. You could see a few of your old castmates, those who were killed off in meaning, behind the stage watching with smiles on their faces.

"Let's start with you Ms. L/n, shall we?" The audience clapped as you bashfully smiled at Allen. Sure, you were a main character in one of the best fictional TV shows of the century. But you sucked at public speaking. At least acting was really only your castmates and wonderful team watching at the moment.

You cleared your throat before speaking, feeling your friends' eyes on you and giving you supportive looks.

"Well, Allen, this franchise has been part of my entire life. Literally. I started this show when I was about 9 and now I'm 19. So it ending is almost like the end of my childhood, which may seem kind of sad but it was fun while it lasted and I got to meet these wonderful people that I can joyfully call my family." You feel Eren lift his long legs onto your lap and you stop talking and stare at him.

"Get your nasty ass feet off of my dress."

Eren shook his head playfully and gave you a charming smile. "Nah. You said we're family and family lets their family rest their feet on them." You knock his feet off of you.

"Yeah but not when they're wearing a thousand-dollar dress. Let me finish my little speech, Jaeger." Eren held his hands up defensibly, causing the crowd to burst out laughing from the scene of the dynamic between you two.

"As I was saying before bird-boy over here interrupted. It's easy to say that I'll talk to these people outside of the show and end up never speaking to them again like other casts do but it's different. I grew up with these people so throwing them away would be like throwing my childhood away as well."

The crowd clapped at your little speech, along with your castmates. Expect Eren was literally clapping in your ear. "You're so childish, Eren." You chuckle.

"Only for you, L/n." He grins.

"How about... Connie! How do you feel about the show ending?" Allen moves on to hear other, hopefully just as sentimental, speeches.

Connie ponders for a moment, trying to figure how to answer the question as truthfully as possible. He fiddles with his expensive tie before seemingly having his words together.

"At least we won't be drug tested every three months. I'm gonna be fried every day!"

"No fucking way he just said that." You whisper.

The crowd falls into an awkward silence at Connie's... revelation. You watch as Jean smacks the back of his head. "Shut your bald ass up, Springer. We're 19 and 20 so smoking gas is still illegal, dumbfuck." Jean whispers harshly. Connie's face falls.

"Oops."

"Um... I'll just... can we edit this out?" Allen asks nervously. The cameraman shakes his head. "We're live, remember?" Levi lets his face fall into his hands, mumbling profanities to himself.

"Time for Audience Q & A!" Allen changes the subject quickly. That seemed to distract everyone watching in the crowd as people began to raise their hands, hoping to be picked.

Allen hopes down into the crowd and makes his first decision. "You! With the... Y/n x Smiling Titan shirt?" You hear Eren cackle beside you as you elbow him. "Shut it, you howling witch."

A man who looks like he hasn't showered since the premiere of the show and seemed a bit too old to be fixated on a show involving younger kids was chosen. Not to mention he had shipped you with the smiling Titan.

"He looks like a Discord mod," Jean mutters in your ear.

"Jean, that's mean. It may be true but it's mean." Jean rolls his eyes and gives you a cocky grin.

"It's only mean if it's not true."

"This question is for Y/n." The man announced into the microphone. He had a lisp and not the cute and barely noticeable sort that Armin had. Jean and Eren slightly stiffen.

"Let him ask you some weird shit, Y/n. I'll beat his ass on camera." Eren mutters. Jean watched warily as you waited patiently for the man's question.

"Who is your favourite character from the entire show? And why as well." The man's spit sprays into the mic due to how severe his lisp was and Allen visibly winced.

You think for a moment.

"Probably Eren's character." Eren jumps out of his seat and starts acting like a child.

"Boom, she said I'm her favourite. You all can suck my di-" You grab Eren's sleeve and yank him back into his place next to you.

"Sit your grown ass down."

"Sorry."

"Someone please take the boy into his seat." Levi pleads quietly while rubbing his temples. He had dealt with Eren for the past ten years and still couldn't handle his... personality.

"As I was saying. Eren is probably my favourite character because of how tragic he is and what he represents. He wanted freedom so badly that he never realized that he was a slave to it, which is such a great parallel if you think about it. He purposely hurt his friends in order to protect them too, knowing that they'd be the ones to kill him. I could go on for hours about this but we're on a time crunch so I can't." You chuckle nervously. You feel Eren smiling at you widely from your analysis of his character.

The man seemed content with your response and sat down. "Alright, who's next?" A girl raises her hand and Allen seems to think she's normal enough and hands her the mic.

"Hi, my name is Amelia and just want to say that Jean is so fine and that he doesn't look like a horse most days." Eren, Connie and yourself had to stifle laughter as you watched Jean pursed his lips, contemplating how to take that comment. Allen sighs and raises the mic to his lips.

"Please refrain from... whatever that was."

More people asked questions that were surpringly normal and everyone on stage at least answered five times. A little boy, around the age of 9, eventually got the mic and he looked extremely nervous to talk. His mom gave him encouraging words and he took a deep breath.

"H-Hi my name is Jackson. I-I was wondering if I could take a picture with everyone to show everyone at show-and-tell." He asked poliety. Your heart melted at how adorable the little boy was. You wave up him up on stage.

"Of course! Come up here, little man." Jackson broke out into a toothy grin and ran up to the stage as fast as his little legs could carry him. Armin helped him up onto the stage and Jackson's mom came closer to the stage to take the picture.

Jackson stood in front of you and you placed two hands on his shoulder. You smiled and felt someone wrap an arm around your shoulder before the picture was taken. It was Eren.

Jackson, after the picture was taken, turned around and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Thank you so much!" He exclaims. You wrap his arms around him as well, "Of course Jackson. If it's alright with your mom, I would love it if she sent the picture to me.". Jackson's eyes widened.

"Mommy, please send her the picture!".

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As the end of the talk show neared, Allen had returned to his seat and faced the camera.

"As the end of the last Attack the Talk episode nears, I wanted to do something special for the cast. I've gathered everyone going back all the way to season 1 right now and we are going to play a special video we've prepared for today. Everyone, if you could come out."

You watched as people you hadn't seen for years entered the stage. People such as Petra, Carla, Marco, Moblit. Everyone. You saw Sasha and Historia, who you hung out with just as much as the rest of the cast but you were still excited to see them.

Everyone gathers in front of the big screen, waiting to see what the crew has prepared for a final goodbye.

"You guys all worked hard, whether you were killed off in the first episode or survived until the very end. You all played a vital role in the story that is Attack on Titan and we all thank you. So we decided to put together a montage, if you will, to share your behind-the-scenes experiences one more time. I really hope you enjoy it."

You turn your attention to the big screen as it begins to play. The first scene was of you, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin as little kids. It was a scene from the very beginning of season 1. You guys were running around the town until you tripped over a loose rock and flew through the air. You still had the scar from the rough landing. You heard the director yell a stammered, "C-Cut! Someone gets the medic!".

The scene cut to the next, where Eren was yelling at Hannes for being a lazy drunk before he stumbled over his words, causing Hannes to burst out laughing. "Cut!"

Blooper after blooper, you watched yourself grow up. And it felt really weird. Nostolgic but extremely weird. There was a scene where Connie and Jean were supposed to be arguing about plans to kill Eren during Season 4 but things turned... odd.

"Bro if you don't watch what you're saying, I might have to dick you down!" Connie screams passionately. Jean scoffs. "You wish you could dick me down the way I dicked your dad down!" Jean screams back.

"Jokes on you, my dad got turned into a Titan!" You stare at Jean, who looks like he is about to run into oncoming traffic. He makes eye contact with you and begins to stammer quietly.

"We were joking, I swear!" He whispers harshly. You pat his bicep. "It's okay, Jean. I support you."

"Go to hell."

The scene shifted into a picture where Jean and Connie were about to be turned into titans in the last episode but instead of having their arms around each other's shoulders, like scripted, their hands rested on each other's asses.

You lean into Jean's shoulder and let out a muffled laugh. "Shut up before I make you bald as Connie." He threatened lowly. "And how would you do that, mate?"

"I'll shave your head in your sleep."

Your eyes widen in horror at his statement. "Please don't! I love my hair." You frown. Jean shrugged and stretched an arm around you and rested his arm. "I'm not an armrest, horsey."

"Fuck off."

The very last scene was when everyone had visited Eren's grave, a sentimental moment in the show.

Okay, not really.

"Bro really had to wipe out 80 percent of the population, huh." Mikasa scoffs beside you. You shake your head. "Right? Like if you're gonna wipe out humanity, do it right. He really let us stop him with only 20 percent left. Weak!" You look down at the grave.

A fork can be seen flying across the camera and hitting you in the head. "What the fuck?!" You screech, searching around for the culprit.

"Stop insulting my character!" Eren yells as he runs into the frame and tackles you. Before you could hit your head on the ground, Eren placed his hand behind your head to make sure you didn't injure your head. But he still had to get payback.

You could hear the director sigh from behind the camera and mumbling about taking a smoke break. Suddenly, Sasha had run into the frame as well and jumped on Mikasa and Connie and you watched as everyone began running around like children, tackling each other and laughing.

The video faded into black and remained blank until two words in white cursive faded into view.

Thank You.

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Idk how I feel abt this because I've been dead on Tumblr for like a year or smth. But I forced myself to resurrect because Attack on Titan is over and idk what to do with my life anymore😜 anywho lmk if I should make a part two because this is really iffy for me.

[sage-green-matcha]

MAROON - ETHAN LANDRY PT. 3 🍷🥀🔪

“You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway, carnations you had thought were roses, that’s us. I feel you no matter what” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: mentions of murder! That’s all :)

PT. 1 of Maroon | PT. 2 of Maroon | PT. 4 of Maroon |

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"Listen up nerds! Listen up" You glanced at Chad while he smiled at Ethan, giving him a thumbs up. Your brows furrowed, confused at the bromance that was happening between them. "Uhm...how has your day been?" "Ethan, is Chad trying to get you to talk to me when we're not drunk for once?" He nodded shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

You glared at Chad, his smile falling flat as Mindy started to speak. "As terrifying as this all is! I'm actually glad I get to redeem myself for not calling out the killers last time... it's fine" You looked back at Ethan, he was playing with his fingers again, leg bouncing with anxiety. "You okay...?" "What...oh, I'm Fine"

"Okay, the way I see it someone is out to make a sequel to the requal" You looked at the group in confusion, Tara shrugging back at you. "Uhm, what's a requal?" Anika put her hand up only for Mindy to shut her down. Her words turned into nothing, going straight into one of your ears and out the other. You were ashamed to say but all you could think about was Ethan and also the fact that you could be stabbed at any given moment. You hated Chad for ruining your chance, your crush on Ethan was only growing and it was so close to being something more.

You distracted yourself from Mindy's words. You didn't notice how much you looked over at Ethan, especially his hands. He played with the chain of his keys, long fingers with veins running up his arm. You didn't know why but you found it hot, really hot. "Y/n! Are you listening?" Mindy clapped and you looked up at her, annoyed. "Yes Mindy, I'm all ears" "Great! As I was saying, nobody just makes sequels anymore! We're in a franchise!" She opened her arms excitedly. "And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise! Rule one! Everything is bigger than last time, bigger budgets, bigger cast, and worse of all...bigger body count"

"Beheadings! You gotta top what came before to keep people coming back" "Beheadings? Chad spoke up, pulling his pen away from the paper filled with notes. "Yes Chad, beheadings! And rule 2! Whatever happened last time, expect the opposite" You rolled your eyes, slouching down.

You should really be listening, but you were too distracted to care. You'd beaten Ghostface once, you could do it again. Somehow you weren't that worried for yourself, but you were scared shitless about your friends. "And rule 3, no one is safe" Ethan glanced at you with worry in his eyes. You felt bad for him, Quinn, and Anika. They had nothing to do with this but yet they were dragged in. And there was nothing they could do about it. They had been annunciated without a proper annunciation.

"It's not looking too good for Gale and Kirby...sorry Y/n" You didn't know if that should scare you. What your aunt did was unforgivable. Writing a book about the night where you, her own niece almost died. You still loved her...but you didn't know if she was worth saving.

"And that's not even the worst part!" "This is the part where she tells us the worst part" Chad pointed, Mindy's cue to continue. "The worst part is...franchises are just continuing, episodic installments designed to boost an IP! Which means, Main characters are expendable now too..." Tara and Sam looked up, concern lingering in their eyes.

"That means it's not just the friend group, any of us could go at any time...especially Sam and Tara" Ethan finally spoke up, scared for his own safety. "Wait, wait any of us?" "Yeah" "Am I in the friend group?" "Yeah, you are that's why you're here, not just cause you're Y/n's puppy and you follow her around everywhere"

"He's not my puppy!" Chad went to open his mouth before you shot him a threatening glare once again. "So, am I like one of the targets?" "Mhm" "Am I gonna die a virgin?" "Nah, Man Y/n will take it" he had a dumb smirk on his face, yours filled with embarrassment "Chad, I'm gonna kill you" you spoke through gritted teeth.

"Wait something is going on between you two?" Anika spoke up and you hid in your hands. "I knew I felt some sexual tension" Tara perked up. "Okay well...that was a weird overshare, but it brings us to our current suspect. Ethan! The shy dorky guy that no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky, and he's already got one of our final girls on her knees"

"I'm not on my knees...what?" "What...why am I on the suspect list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?" You rubbed your temples, a small sigh escaping your lips. "Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could've fixed it to get next to us" he rolled his eyes, an annoyed expression on his face.

You were still annoyed at Chad, also Mindy now. She moved to target Quinn, even her own girlfriend next look. "Never trust the love interest" You wondered if Mindy couldn't even trust her own girlfriend...could you really trust Ethan? He was a stranger, and you didn't know much about him besides the fact that he was a virgin and his favorite chips were Cheetos.

"Okay, so we have our rules, and we have our suspects" "Wait, wait, wait, what about you guys?" Ethan spoke up, the death glare that was once for Chad was now for him. Is he serious? "I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule out the 5 of us who went through this last year" "Agreed" you spoke, your eyes off Ethan, feeling his stare on your shoulder.

"Uhm, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one...or more! Of you to snap?" "Yea? Or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more...I mean, to be honest, here, some of the theories online about Sam are-" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "Don't you fucking dare?" You and Tara's words mixed, the same amount of annoyance coming from your voices. He backed away with wide eyes.

"Okay, she's right through, I mean face facts. If we're all suspects, you're all suspects" you gulped, looking at your friends. "Well I have to get to class, but I'll see you losers later. Be safe" Mindy waved, Anika catching up to her. You swung your bag over your shoulder, ignoring Ethan chasing after you.

"Y/n...y/n I'm sorry" "Ethan, no...why would you say that?" You walked faster, Ethan apologizing behind you. "Let me make it up to you, please" he caught up to you, stopping you in your tracks. "I wasn't talking about you... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Mindy got me all defensive and it just came out my mouth"

"Whatever, Ethan" You tried to walk away but he insisted. "Please Y/n, I don't wanna lose your trust over this" you paused, looking up at him. "Ethan, you know I like you, but you've never had my trust. Don't make it worse for yourself"

"Please, I'll pick you up at 5...or 6! We can go somewhere and talk it out, we can do whatever you want" You found his bickering kinda cute, agreeing so he would leave you alone. "Is this just a lame excuse to ask me to go out with you? you licked your lip, holding back a smile. "yes...and no?"

You decided not to go to any Classes, going back to the apartment with Sam and Tara. "Im gonna have everyone stay the night, it's better if we're all together. Invite your puppy y/n" you rolled your eyes. "He's not my puppy. And what he said was seriously messed up, I'm sorry, Sam" she just shrugged. "It sucks because he's not wrong...I am the daughter of a murderer, and it's always gonna haunt me"

"Hey guys, I won't be able to attend your little party thing... I'm going out with this new guy" Quinn waved her phone in her hand. "Isn't that a bit unsafe?" She bit her lip and shrugged. "it's not, trust me I know his intentions" she winked, making the group smile. "Byeee!!" She waved, shutting the door behind her. "Mindy definitely got the slutty roommate part right"

[1863-project]

For the anon Pokémon asks: which battle subway conductor is the cutest?

Okay, this may get long, so bear with me.

First, a little disclaimer: Ingo and Emmet both make me feel incredibly seen. I was born in 1989 and wasn't diagnosed with autism until 2009, and I never got to see characters like me. I'd see some who were similar to me, or some with things in common with me, but Ingo and Emmet feel like looking in a mirror to me, to the point that I don't go in the Submas tag because I've seen too many people perpetuating the ableism that got me bullied as an undiagnosed autistic kid. Every time an autistic or autistic-coded character is portrayed as "weird" or "off-putting" or "too intense" or "scary," it's repeating things that my bullies used to excuse their behavior towards me and essentially treat me and my autism as entertainment. Most people aren't doing this, of course, but since I'm in the process of working through a lot of that trauma, I choose not to take the chance of exposing myself to it because I'd rather heal instead of open old wounds again and again.

Anyway, with that said, I adore them both, but only one of them makes me act like a giddy teenager.

I have the most ridiculous fictional character crush on Emmet. It's unreal. Part of that is likely the fact that if he was real we'd actually be extremely compatible, but unfortunately for me, he is not, and so I can't take him on locomotive photo charter dates and kiss him on the City Hall looparound on the 6 Train. That aside, here's what I genuinely like about the goober.

He's deeply passionate about what he loves.

It's that passion that often gets people like him and me labeled as "too intense," but when he likes something, he really likes something. Battling is like air to him. When you befriend him in Masters EX, you find he'll actually talk your ear off about battling if you give him the opportunity. He vibrates with excitement when he sees strong trainers.

[Image description: Emmet and Ingo, two adult identical twin men with knife-shaped sideburns wearing exaggerated versions of railroad conductor uniforms, stare off to the left at people who are off-screen. Emmet, in a white uniform, is holding his hands at his sides but his hands are in an excited, almost 'grabby' position; Ingo, in a black uniform, also has his hands at his sides but his hands are balled into fists. Ingo's Excadrill, a Pokemon that looks like a mole combined with a tunneling machine, stands in front of him. End description.]

In this screenshot from Masters EX, Emmet and Ingo have just run into Steven Stone and Roark. Emmet is barely holding back, and you can tell by looking at his hands. He wants to battle now. It's delightful that he's in a franchise of video games where that passion is normalized and encouraged. (As long as he never visits Paldea, anyway. Nemona is proof of how well that would go.)

Battling makes Emmet genuinely so happy and excited and I love when people get that way about their hobbies. It's so nice to see passionate people. Emmet even says he's excited about it when you battle him in Black and White and beat him at the highest level possible:

"I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss, but I lost against you again. But I feel good. Because it was very fun! You want to win, and I don't want to lose. That's real. When we clash in battles, I feel very excited!"

[Source]

He lives for this, so much that even losing a really intense, serious battle feels good. And it's a delight. But, of course...

[Image description: Emmet, described above, claps his hands together excitedly and says "Winning a serious, hard-fought battle is the best feeling in the world!" with a huge smile on his face. End description.]

...he, in his own words, likes winning "more than anything else."

He's verrrry direct in his communication...but also verrrry supportive.

Autistic folks are often told we're too blunt, and to neurotypicals, who are used to saying things more indirectly, we can come off as a bit...too direct to them, to say the least. Arguably the best example of Emmet doing this is in the PokeSpe manga, where he just says things without a filter.

[Image description: a manga panel in which Emmet bluntly tells trainer White, "Yes, we're studying you as an example of a trainer who gets overwhelmed and loses every single match." The next panel leads off with Ingo saying "That's not nice, Emmet..." End description.]

But that bluntness isn't intended maliciously, he just has no filter and says what's on his mind. In reality, he's delightfully supportive and friendly, and that honesty leads to the most wonderful exchanges with him:

[Image description: two screenshots of Emmet from Pokemon Masters EX, smiling softly. His dialogue reads, "Hi, Steph! Your smile is always the best. Perfect! Whenever I see you, I can't help but smile, too! I'll have to make sure my smile is just as good as yours!" End description.]

As a side note, this dialogue has been destroying me for over two years now, and every time I boot up the game and he says this I feel my face get warm. He's actually helped me stop being self-conscious about my smile.

He has a habit of listening in on things, even if he has no intention of gossiping or anything. He just likes knowing stuff.

It's a habit he seems to share with his brother, but Ingo is significantly less obvious and more apologetic about it. Emmet's just really funny about it.

[Image description: two manga panels and one screenshot from Masters EX. The first manga panel shows Emmet marching over to White and Bianca as they have a discussion, saying, "I'm overhearing an interesting discussion over here. It seems profound, so I'm going to stand nearby and listen in. Oh, don't let me distract you. Go on. Keep talking." The second panel shows Emmet cupping his ear with his hand and still attempting to listen in on the discussion from one subway car away, with Ingo standing behind him. The screenshot from Masters EX shows Ingo hiding his eyes with his hat and saying, "I apologize for eavesdropping, but we happened to overhear your conversation at the Pokemon Center" as Emmet stands beside him, hands on his hips and smiling with no shame. End description.]

He doesn't use the information maliciously, and a lot of the time he doesn't even use it at all. He just enjoys hearing these things and knowing all sorts of weird drama is going on elsewhere. It's like when you find out about drama in a fandom you're not in and you read the posts and eat popcorn. It's great.

He likes his work uniform because it helps his posture.

As a fellow "leans forward too much" autistic, this one really resonates with me and I love it.

[Image description: A screenshot of Emmet in Pokemon Masters EX. He's standing straight up and holding the brim of his hat with his hand. His dialogue reads, "Wearing it gets me motivated, of course! It also helps me stand up straight and tall!" End description.]

He stops scripting when he gets to know people better because he's able to trust them.

Notice how his dialogue in BW and BW2 is on the Battle Subway - "I'm Emmet. This is my job. I like doubles. This is why I like doubles. Here are the safety checks." He's scripting around people he's not familiar with, and it's the sort of thing that gets autistic people labeled as "robotic" by people who don't know it's a way to help us maintain some semblance of control over an unfamiliar situation. The preprepared dialogue is a coping method in an ableist world. But when you get to know him in Masters, the scripted dialogue shows up a lot less. He's able to talk genuinely and excitedly to you, because he knows you're safe to be around and you're not going to judge him for who he is. That hits me hard.

He has the most adorable goddamned laugh in the world and it kills me on the daily.

This is a lot more in line with my personal tastes, as everyone who knows me well knows, but that damn laugh makes me all fluttery inside and weak in the knees. And he does it a LOT.

This update to Masters EX, where the characters laugh if you tap on them on the upgrade screen, destroyed me, and multiple people were apparently waiting for me to find it and die because I'm really predictable. I may or may not regularly pull the screen up just to poke at him and hear this. It's...not fair.

This one is...also unfair. I won't elaborate in public on what I think when I hear it because it's embarrassing.

So, uh...yeah. I really, really like Emmet a lot. I'm really normal about Emmet. I promise.

[in-a-nook-with-a-notebook]

Capture The Flag | Anything For You

Masterlist

Franchise: Percy Jackson

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Nick Oliver (original character, pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: canon violence, angst if you squint, swearing, making out, idk horny demigods, sleepy Luke

Series Summary: Nick Oliver was on track to figure out his life after high school. One day in a bookstore, and suddenly, post-high school plans were the farthest thing from his mind. One day in a bookstore, he met Luke Castellan.

Chapter Summary: Nick's first game of capture the flag, featuring Nick trying to talk Luke out of running away.

A/N: Did not thing it would take me this long to get around to uploading a new chapter, I checked when I put out the last part and dear gods it's been a hot minute. Enjoy! Hopefully I'll be posting a little more often now

It’s been two weeks now since Nick has been claimed. He spends his nights in the Big House, because Hades doesn’t have a cabin at the camp. Luke always visits him, and Mr. D seems to have taken a liking to the son of Hades.

One afternoon, Nick is in the middle of his first game of demigod capture the flag, and he has a plan. Well, part of one. A girl from Athena cabin, Annabeth Chase, had thought of it. When Nick had mentioned to her that he had a tendency to blend in with the shadows, she had immediately started devising a strategy before the game started. 

Presently, Nick stands silently in the shadows of the trees surrounding his team’s flag. Right in cue, Luke sneaks into Nick’s line of sight. He’s sweating and he has a cut on his bicep. He looks relieved when he sees the flag, but his expression changes once Nick noiselessly slips out of the shadows and holds his sword to Luke’s neck from behind. 

“Surprise, Castellan,” Nick says jokingly. 

“Should’ve known,” he murmurs. “Didn’t see you out in battle, and I fought just about everyone on your team but you.” 

“Well, that’s almost true.” 

A cheer roars from the other side of the woods and Luke takes the opportunity to slip away, pointing his sword at Nick’s throat. 

“My team already got your flag, thanks to Beckendorf,” Nick says, grinning. “What’s the point of you coming for ours now?” 

“Camp is nothing but training and more training, right?” Luke counters. 

Then, they were locked in one of the most intense capture the flag battles in Camp Half-Blood history. The two teens fought from one flag to the other, through almost the entirety of the woods, over the river, past Zeus’s fist, until they reach the sheltered clearing of Luke’s team’s flag. Other campers leap out of the way of them, but neither Nick nor Luke are aware of people in their surroundings. 

Nick ducks under Luke’s slash, disappears into a shadow and reappears behind the blond, sweeping his legs out from under him. He plants his foot on Luke’s chest plate and points his sword at Luke’s neck. 

“Give up yet?” Nick taunts playfully. 

Luke stares up at him for a moment. Finally, he drops his sword and slowly holds his hands up in surrender. 

A mix of whispers and congratulations erupt from the crowd. Campers on Nick’s team congratulate him for beating Luke, who’s one of the best swordsmen in the camp, while Luke’s team is mumbling to each other about Luke’s surrender. Even Nick finds the blond’s loss surprising, though he doesn’t show it. Luke never surrenders… 

Nick offers his hand and helps Luke to his feet. Luke leans towards Nick’s ear. “Meet me in the dining pavilion after everyone’s gone to bed,” he mutters. He smiles when he pulls away, clapping Nick on the shoulder. Nick watches him walk away until Annabeth and the son of Poseidon, Percy Jackson, drag Nick along to the victory party.

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As Nick leaves the Big House, he pulls on a jacket. It’s surprisingly cold outside for a summer night. He strolls through the damp grass, making his way through the camp. He finds Luke waiting for him at the pavilion, leaning against one of the columns. 

“Hey,” Nick says quietly, but loud enough for Luke to hear. Luke jumps a little, looking for the source of the voice. He relaxes when he notices Nick. 

“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Luke jokes. 

“Sorry. I can’t always control the whole shadow thing.” 

“It’s fine.” Luke shoots him a grin. “Guess I just have to get used to it.” 

Nick nods, leaning against the column next to Luke’s. “So… what’s up?” 

The son of Hermes stays silent for a moment. “Do you ever feel like… I dunno, running away?” He says finally. Nick frowns at the ground. 

“I’ve been running my whole life, Luke. Before I met you, I had no idea where I’d end up next. Hell, I was planning for university, but that feels like it’s out the window after finding out all this. Now, I’ve finally found a safe place, a place that feels like home, here with you. I’m kinda getting tired of running.”

“We’re almost adults, Nick, we could leave if we wanted.” 

“Why do you want to?” 

Luke sighs, staring up at the stars. “The gods. They don’t care about us.” 

“Luke…” 

“Do you know why my cabin’s always so crowded?” He asks. Nick shrugs. “It’s not only children of Hermes in there. All of the unclaimed demigods get stuck there, too, because the gods won’t take a moment to acknowledge the existence of their own children. If the cabin wasn’t so full, we’d have you in there as well. The gods don’t help us, they don’t talk to us. Why should we obey them?” 

Nick chews on his lip, thinking of how to respond. “I can see your reasoning,” he says after a minute of silence. “The gods give us life, then they leave with no contact whatsoever. I’m not always their biggest fan, at this point.” Nick turns his gaze on the blond. “Luke, I know I probably can’t change your mind on this, but sometimes, I think they left us down here for a reason, for our best chance at a normal life before we get thrown into all…” Nick gestures to the camp, “this. Maybe they left to protect us.” 

“Well, you’re right about one thing,” Luke says. Nick raises an eyebrow. “You can’t change my mind.” Luke smirks when Nick chuckles softly. Luke looks back towards the sky. 

“Your eyes are really pretty in the moonlight,” Nick says without thinking. His eyes widen and Luke blushes red, visible even in the darkness. “Sorry. Um. That was weird, wasn’t it? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-” 

Before Nick can finish his sentence, Luke pushes off his pillar, cradles Nick’s face in his hands and gently presses his lips to those of the son of Hades. It takes Nick almost too long to realize what’s happening. Just before Luke pulls away, Nick wraps his arms around Luke’s neck, keeping Luke where he is. He feels the blond smile into the kiss.

Finally, they both pull away to breathe.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the bookstore,” Luke confesses shyly. 

“Glad I’m not the only one,” Nick murmurs. 

Luke slips his hand into Nick’s. “Are you alright?” He asks. “I mean, in general? You… I dunno, you don’t seem like yourself, other than during capture the flag.” 

Nick clears his throat. “‘Course I’m fine.” 

Luke tilts Nick’s head up to look at him. “Are you sure? You can tell me anything, you know.” Nick sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I dunno,” he says honestly. “I mean, I feel a lot safer here at camp, and a lot more comfortable than I did our there with the normal mortals, but…” 

“But?” Luke prompts. 

“Campers talk,” Nick states quietly. 

“Wanna walk and talk?” 

Nick nods and allows Luke to lead him over the grounds as he talks. 

“They watch me like I’m some kinda ticking time bomb,” Nick explains. “Like I’ll snap and kill everyone or something. They whisper about me when I pass as though I won’t notice, they leave me out of things on purpose, and they avoid me like the plague if they can help it. There’s like, a handful of people here who treat me like a normal person. Well, as normal as one can be with this life. You, Percy, Annabeth, Will, and Beckendorf.” 

“Nick…” 

“I’m not an idiot,” Nick says bitterly. “I’ve developed a Hades-kid rep by now, I know that no one thinks I’m good news because of who my dad is, but I was judged enough out in the fucking normal world. I thought it would be different here, you know?” 

“Hey, look at me,” Luke says. “You belong here, Nick. Here with me, and all the other campers, regardless of parentage. If anyone tells you otherwise, I will personally kick their fucking kólos on your behalf.” 

“That’s incredibly reassuring, Mr. Master Swordsman,” Nick says sarcastically.

“I’m serious,” Luke says. “If they mess with you, they can answer to me.”

Nick blushes red. “That means a lot, coming from you.” Luke grins, slipping his hand into Nick’s. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

Nick shrugs. “Just… everything. I mean, I’ve found myself here. With you. All thanks to a bookstore in Brooklyn Heights.”

Luke laughs, and the sound of it stirs up butterflies in Nick’s stomach.

“Well, I’m eternally grateful that I met you, Nick Oliver,” Luke says in a soft voice. The butterflies in Nick’s stomach are doing acrobatics. Luke squeezes Nick’s hand as he leans down to press a kiss to Nick’s cheek.

Nick stops the blond in his tracks, wrapping his arms around Luke’s neck again for another kiss. Luke’s arms automatically snake around Nick’s waist, pulling the son of Hades flush against him. Their lips move against each other in perfect harmony. Nick’s fingers thread into Luke’s hair, tugging lightly. Luke groans into the kiss and Nick pulls away, catching his breath with a grin.

“You like that?”

“From you, I’ll take anything,” Luke mutters almost hungrily, dipping his head to press kisses to Nick’s neck.

“Luke,” Nick gasps. Luke hums against Nick’s skin, pressing his soft lips to Nick’s jawline. “Fuck…”

Nick’s vision is obscured in black momentarily. Suddenly, the two boys are in the corner of Nick’s temporary bedroom in the Big House.

“Holy shit, what just happened,” Luke says in one amazed breath.

“I… I think I can travel through shadows?” Nick says, though it comes out as more of a question than a statement. “Like teleportation? Shadow travel. Huh.” Nick stares at the wall for a second before remembering what was happening before the shadow travelling.

“So, where were we?”

Luke blinks twice before properly returning to Nick. “I believe I was right about here.” Luke continues where he left off, kissing along Nick’s jaw. Nick hums, tugging at Luke’s hair the way he had done before.

The boys slowly make their way to Nick’s bed, where they lay down and make out for a surprising few hours, not that either of them were paying attention. They were a little preoccupied with each other to notice the passage of time.

Sometime later, the two fall asleep in each other’s arms. Luke’s arm is wrapped tightly around Nick’s waist while they sleep. Little do they know that Chiron had seen them like that in the ungodly hours of the night (no pun intended). He said nothing and didn’t interrupt, since they looked so peaceful and happy with each other. Chiron hadn’t seen Luke so at ease in a long time, so he figured it best not to disturb.

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Needless to say, it was quite awkward when Chiron woke them the next morning.

Nick wakes first, tensing in Luke’s arms at the sight of the activities director standing in full centaur form over Nick’s bed.

“M-Morning,” Nick says.

“Good morning, Mr. Oliver.”

“Luke,” Nick whispers. The blond shifts, but doesn’t wake. “Oh my gods. Luke!” Nick gives him a little shove.

Luke groans tiredly. “Don’t wanna get up. Too warm.”

“Luke,” Nick hisses, shoving him again.

“Nicky…”

Luke’s eyes slowly blink open. He finally realizes that Chiron is right there. The blond jumps so high in surprise that he falls off the bed with a yelp.

“Good morning, Luke.”

“Morning, Chiron,” Luke groans from the floor, holding his head. “We can explain.”

“I asked him to stay,” Nick says quickly. “I’ve been having really bad nightmares and having him around makes it better. I’m sorry, I never mentioned it.”

“No need to apologize, child,” Chiron says. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Though, Luke, I suspect you may wish to return to your cabin before your siblings interrogate you on your whereabouts.”

“Oh, that would be a nightmare.”

Luke drags himself off the floor, rubbing the back of his head. “Training later?” He asks Nick. The son of Hades nods. “Great. See you then, Nick. Chiron.” Luke nods to the centaur before hastily exiting the bedroom.

Chiron regards Nick with a twinkle in his eye. Nick’s face heats up.

“Nothing happened.”

“I didn’t say a word,” Chiron says with a shrug. “Though, if something did… well, that’s the most content I’ve seen Luke Castellan in years.” He sighs. “I’ll see you for archery in a few hours.” He then leaves with no further comment.

Nick lays down again, staring at the ceiling. A smile creeps over his face, and he can’t stop the happy little giggle that escapes him.

A/N: send help I graduate in less than two months

[gokartkid]

Maxiel single dad Daniel AU

“And remember what we talked about, okay?” 

Daniel squats in front of Ella, holds her little hand. She looks seriously at him, big eyes and pouting lips.

“No biting,” she says, and it takes all his effort not to laugh as she shakes his hand, just as seriously as if she were completing a business deal. He glances up to Max standing in the doorway, fist at his mouth to keep from laughing. It almost gets Daniel to break, and he looks down and away quickly.

“No biting,” he repeats, nodding, “because—?”

“Because it isn’t nice,” she sticks out her tongue, “and I can fight with my words.”

“Well,” Daniel laughs and stands up, brushing off his knees, “I meant you can try and talk it out. But fighting with your words is okay too.”

Ella crosses her arms and juts out her chin, tucking her hair behind her ears self-importantly.

“Sometimes you just have to, dad!” 

“Sure,” Daniel says gently, and reaches down scrub at her hair; watches her yelp and bat him away, giggling, “okay, come on champ. Go to the car, we’ll be there in a sec.”

She runs out the door, pausing for a second to hitch her bag up onto her back— it was Frozen themed, much like a lot of items Ella had begged for during her ongoing phase of obsession with the franchise. 

Daniel sighs once she’s left, fondly.

“Man, what a terror, huh?”

“She is very good at standing up for herself,” Max offers, smiling, “I’m sure that they deserved it.”

“You can’t say that about kids!” Daniel says and now he’s properly laughing— he watches Max’s face split delightedly into a smile, “but, I mean, you’re right. I think I have to meet their parents or something, so I’ll report back.”

“Mm,” Max says, crossing his arms, “so what did you want to talk about?”

Daniel shoves his hands into his pockets. He can just see Ella squatting in the grass, face screwed up in concentration as she picks the dandelions out of their lawn. Something squeezes in his chest as he looks at her, all encompassing.

There’s no easy way to say it.

“I’m off again soon. Landed another job.”

“I see,” Max says, and he doesn’t look disappointed— he wouldn’t be so obvious —but there’s something in his face that changes. Or maybe that’s just Daniel projecting, “you were here for longer last time.”

“Yeah,” Daniel chews at the inside of his cheek, looks away. There’s a photo of him and Ella on the table by the door, her lifted up above his head and giggling, him looking up at her, squinting in the sun, “I tried but— you know. Scheduling conflicts. They’re flying me out at the end of the week.”

“That’s—“ Max pauses, recalibrates. Daniel can see his mouth work as he thinks of the right thing to say— he’s good at that kind of thing. They’re friends, sure, but Daniel’s also his employer. Max knows the line, “that’s very soon. She’ll miss you.”

“Mm,” Daniel can see Ella now with a bouquet fisted in her hand, holding the flowers up and close to her face, “I know. I’ll miss her too, but— well. I guess she’s used to it now.”

“That doesn’t make it easier,” Max says quietly. Daniel looks at him, where he’s looking out the door too.

“No,” Daniel admits, “it doesn’t.” He tries to recover, clearing his throat and clapping a hand on Max’s shoulder, “at least she’s got you though. Babysitter extraordinaire. She really loves you.”

“Yes,” Max says softly, eyes resting on Ella lying down in the grass and giggling, “I love her too.”

[moonfairywritings]

@/welovemonstergirls asked: Scenario request: Candice is on an ice skating date with her s/o and ends up crashing into a snowbank, getting buried with her upper body and legs trapped, leaving only her butt sticking out. She decides to take this opportunity to tease and fluster her s/o as much as possible.

Franchise: Pokémon

Characters: Candice

Genre: One-shot; fluff; light spice; gn reader

Trigger warnings: None

A/n: I'm so happy to see some Sinnoh requests! Modern Pokémon is nice and all, but the older characters deserve some love, too.

You were no stranger to ice skating. When dating Candice, any activity relating to ice and snow was a common occurrence, and after dating her for a few years at this point, you were quite skilled. Able to do twists and turns, to hold Candice's hand above her head and twirl her out, then back in, and races with her would normally end in a tie. Neither of you were pros, but you were long past the era of you crashing on top of her (much to her dismay, not that she would ever admit it) or flying out of the rink and into a snow bank. Well, you were at least. Candice, on the other hand...

Hand in hand, the two of you gracefully glided around the frozen pond. Every so often, you leaned over to whisper sweet nothings into her ear, or plant a kiss on her cheek, which never failed to make her blush and giggle.

"Hey, I've been learning a new move recently." Candice said, suddenly letting go of your hand.

"Oh? What is it?" You asked.

Candice pointed over to a bench by the bank. "Sit! I'll put on a grand show for you!" With a light laugh, you obeyed and sat down, hands folded neatly over your lap, giving her your full attention.

With a pleased smile on her face, Candice skated to the center of the pond, and got into position. She took a deep breath, and using one foot to push herself to gain momentum, she dashed forward. After picking up enough speed, she leapt into the air and quickly spun around, moving so quickly that she looked like nothing but a blur of blue and white. She landed with only a small stumble, and, upon realizing her success, completely turned her attention to you.

"That was amazing!" You praised her while clapping gleefully. But your excitement turned to worry as you saw her unknowingly glide towards the edge of the pond... Where there lay a giant snow bank. "Wait, Candice- Look out!" But it was too late. She was at the point of no return when she snapped her head back to check where she was headed...

...and she was flung directly into the snow, with nothing but her backside sticking out. An unfortunate position indeed.

You rushed over to the snow bank and got to work digging her out. "Can you hear me? Are you alright?" You paused, however, when you heard a muffled giggle.

"Oh, I'm fine~" Candice replied.

You tilted your head to the side, a bit confused at her calm response. You figured she'd be a bit miffed at least, but she seemed perfectly fine, more so than that, she seemed to be enjoying herself. Whatever the case, you resumed digging, and removed enough snow that her waist was now free. The snow was soft, so you figured you could just pull her out at this point.

"I'm gonna pull you out, so try not to move, okay?" You wrapped your arms around her waist, unbeknownst to you, causing her to blush and grin mischievously from ear to ear.

"Y/n, don't be so rough~" she cooed. "Your hands feel so warm after all this cold."

"O-oh, uh, sorry." Why were you feeling so hot all of a sudden? You shook your head to regain your focus, and after you positioned yourself directly behind her - with her ass pressed against your abdomen, no less - you firmly but gently pulled her out, and she fell back against you, making sure your bodies were still flush together.

"You saved me!" Candice teased. "My knight in shining armor~" Candice turned her head to you and kissed you sweetly on the lips.

"Y-yeah, no problem." You said, bashfully. "Are you hurt? That really didn't look comfortable."

Candice giggled. "Of course I'm fine! But what about you?"

"Huh? What about me?" You asked, clearly confused.

"Your face is all red, silly! What, did you enjoy the view that much?"

Your eyes widened like dinner plates and your blush grew even redder. "No! I mean- well, I was just... Just worried, is all." You tried to stammer out an excuse, but Candice wasn't buying it at all. She only playfully rolled her eyes, and, to make your poor little heart beat even faster, she coyly slid your hands down her waist until they were resting on her hips, just mere inches away from her ass.

"Mmm, well, if you say so. But I am pretty tired after all of that." Candice slipped out of your embrace, leaving your arms and hands feeling cold and empty, and turned around towards you to boop your nose. "Let's head home. I could really use some help warming up~"

[mechwife]

RDC fic something something

Written with the intentions of fluff. We'll see.

Depth Charge / Rampage K+ mild violence

So, I just wanted to add a couple disclaimers here. One, I'm a baby Transformers fan, this is my first fic for my first tf ship. I'm not super familiar with the franchise, but I want to learn. Please don't kill me on arrival lol.

Secondly, I don't have spellcheck lmao. Hopefully I can figure something out if I keep writing this thing.

Anyways, gentle suggestions and guidance are welcome. Or ideas to add to make this even fluffier. I'm awful at naming things so this story doesn't have a name yet.

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At first the change was glacial and gradual, hardly worth thinking of. Taking place was the usual exchange of quips and light blows that prefaced the inevitable clash of fists and explosives, paired with increasingly inflammatory language and volume- all par for the course, close to mundane, though enjoyable- at least for one of the participants.

It was hardly noon, a time perhaps some mechs might still be attempting to sneak in some extra recharging time, and both Rampage and Depth Charge were beneath the waves not far from the shoreline bordering between Maximal and Predacon territories. Occasionally they'd break the surface of the ocean, with a blast of water from one of their cannons or Depth Charge propelling himself above the water, before diving back rather gracefully back into the deep blue.

The first time Depth Charge had used that maneuver, jettisoning forwards until he left the body of water, creating a near semi-circle above before plunging back towards Rampage, blade drawn as it aided in the Maximal piercing through the ocean back in the direction of his sworn nemesis- Rampage had stopped to stare and watch in unabashed admiration, observing the prisms of light above and in the water and how naturally the movements came to the manta. The Protoform had been so busy observing the other that he forgot that there was a sharp blade pointed at him, one which Depth Charge quickly reminded him of, wasting no opportunity to slide the blade through Rampage's chassis, although he had missed the red mechs' spark chamber.

"Catfish got your tongue?" The ex-security officer growled as he followed the momentum he had created, glaring down at the crab with narrowed optics. However, instead of crying out from his new wound, Rampage skewed his mandibles in his own version of a grin while wrapping his hands around Depth Charge's wrists, metal groaning as he drew the other mech closer.

"Do that again." Rampage encouraged, tugging on the Maximals' wrists a bit before releasing them, his 'smile' only growing as he waited for the others' response. Momentarily Depth Charge seemed thrown off, red optics widening slightly as he clearly hadn't expected the mutant to have such a reaction- although just as quickly as the exchange happened, Depth Charge recovered, raising a leg between them to press to Rampage's abdomen before kicking off, hard enough to rip the blade from Rampages' chest and push the Predacon away, snarling.

"You don't have to ask me twice, creep." The manta grit as he continued with the movement he had made from kicking off of Rampage, turning to start building momentum again, this time the movements familiar enough for Rampage to follow. Once more the red mech stopped what he was doing, allowing himself to simply float and lightly tread the water, head raised as he awaited his request. Of course, Depth Charge couldn't see it and even if he could, he likely wouldn't recognize that Rampage was openly grinning while marveling at Depth Charge's show of skill, and apparent ability to comply with one of Rampages' suggestions, even if it seemed to favor both of their interests.

Before long Depth Charge had both left the water, flipping in air before plunging back into the cold, plummeting towards Rampage again with narrowed optics. This time Rampage was clapping, though the sound was certainly muffled and lacked the same effect it had above water. Upon seeing this odd behavior a second time, Depth Charge dove under Rampage before circling back around from underneath, flipping again before he was a few arms lengths' away from the Predacon, looking rather aggravated. "Wonderful!"

"Excuse me? Has your spark become so twisted you can't even recognize when you're in danger?" The manta questioned, tone dripping with both irritation and sarcasm. This did nothing to dampen Protoform X's appraisal.

"You know, its cute how you humored me, fins." Rampage remarked, the adjecting rolling off his glossa leaving a somewhat strange aftertaste, but after it had been said Rampage couldn't imagine a different way to describe his playmates' accommodation.

Red optics once again widened, their surroundings growing silent again as sand settled and fish and other lifeforms passed them by, with both mechs quietly floating, staring at the other.

"You're sick." Depth Charge spat before turning his back to Rampage, transforming back into his beast mode to take his leave for now, though he spared the experiment another frigid look before speeding off into the distance, further into Maximal territory.

Once again Depth Charge had left Rampage staring at him, though it seemed that this concluded their match for the day, or at least for now. Rampage allowed himself to sink, slowly descending further into the ocean until he reached the sand, also choosing to morph back into beast mode. A sigh left the Predacon as he could barely see the currents left behind by his old friend, mandibles clicking thoughtfully before he also turned, similarly treading back towards his base, trajectory slow as Rampage mulled over the flavor that lingered from Depth Charge.

Whenever they met after Starbase Rugby it was either always icy resolve and regret tangled with lonliness that rampage tasted from the manta, or it was searing rage, unbridled and raw the closer they were to each other. This time… there was a slightest hint of something else woven into the otherwise expected concoction; and it felt…warm. Bitter, but there was the smallest hint of sweetness he could just barely detect alongside the usual flavors a skirmish with his sworn 'enemy' provided.

This warranted further investigation, the crab concluded, before he picked up his speed, mind beginning to turn with potentials.

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I heard theres a Beast Wars discord... my curiosity has peaked. Hopefully my tendonitis stops beating my ass soon so I can do some RDC drawings too.

[matchalilly]

Because I'm proud of myself for finally doing this I want to share it here and with a fun fact.

As you can tell from my tumblr, I really like Carlos and a few other characters, but one of my favorites doesn't get a lot of love and shares a voice actor with my beloved Carlos from he resident evil franchise.

But for those that also enjoy themselves some Miguel Rojo I give you my first writing for our precious angry Spainard.

It's been an eventful convention weekend, four days of insanity and button mashing but today I get to relax being outmatched in Tekken tournaments has its small silver linings.

As I walk around I hear someone call out to me making me stop and look around until I spotted a kid run up excitedly, his brown curls bouncing as he jumps up and down excitedly.

I smile and squat down to his height ready to sign something or enteract with the kiddo.

"Hey little man what's up?"

The kids eyes sparkled as he clapped his hands together.

"You were so cool during the tournament! I really like Miguel too he gets so much hate because he isn't an actual martial artist."

I snickered the kid was right I don't know many people that like using Miguel so it's always neat to find others that appreciate him as a character.

"I know what you mean but to me I'd trust a man like Miguel with my life. Like he went on a whole man hunt for Jin and entered the tournament with no martial arts skills just to utterly destroy a man that caused his sisters death. Plus I love how he's literally just a brawler, some punk that beats you up until you won't get up."

The kid started jumping up and down again, I noticed two adults walk up with a relieved look on their face. 'That must be his parents, he must have given them a fright.'

"YOU GET IT! If anyone hurt my baby sister I'd do the same thing. Hey hey are you Spanish or Brazilian by chance?"

I held back a loud laugh, I get that quite alot being racially ambiguous people mistake me for many things. I shake my head making my wavy hair sway.

"No I'm just biracial, don't know much though about my heritage. I'm adopted you see but if I ever find out I'd like to understand my heritage."

The kid nods, I'm not sure if he understands but it's cute to see him act like he does. This was the best part of cons for me, meeting people with similar likes and making a kids day, it makes my heart swell with warmth making a kid or anyone in general happy.

"I just thought maybe you were Spanish cause I over heard you talking to another Tekken player in castellano."

I heard the parents make a noise of disaprovement at their child's bluntness. The mother patted the boys head softly. I spotted the little sister in her arms that the boy spoke of. Her wide brown eyes taking all the colors in, she must have been maybe around one or two years old.

"Mijo, it's not polite to make assumptions."

I watched the little boy hang his head making me look at the mother with understanding.

"No no it's quite alright, I think it's healthy for kids to be curious about such things I don't mind at all."

The little boy looks back up to me with bright eyes. 'Such a cutie, I hope my future kiddos are just as precious.'

"I was speaking castellano because it was his mother tongue. Did you know he was a Miguel main as well?"

The boys eyes lit up and began jumping again.

"Is that what you two were talking about?"

I laughed at his energy man I wish I was a kid again, to have that energy and bright view of everything.

"Hahah yeah, he didn't enter this time around but we were discussing his combos and how fun he is to play."

The father tapped the boys shoulder making him turn to look at his father.

"Alright mijo it's time to keep moving. We can't keep her all to ourselves and there's alot more to see."

I watched his face fall and I stood up and ruffled his hair making him look at me.

"He's right kiddo this is a big con center and I'm pretty sure you might come across some artist that have Miguel merch."

As I said that I pulled one of the Miguel Keychain I just purchased out of my bag and handed it to him.

"Here ya go kiddo consider this a gift from one Miguel fan to another. Go have fun with your family and don't run off on them again I'm sure you gave them a fright."

The little boy nodded and grabbed his father's hand and walked off with them. I heard his apology to his parents and smiled as I turned to walk off to find a spot to rest.

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ITS THAT TIME AGAIN, TIME FOR THE KING OF THE IRON FIST TOURNAMENT. ARE YOU READY!

*cheers echo across the stadium*

People glued to their phones or a TV screen whether at home or a pub everyone was tuning in for their favorite fighting tournament to cheer for their favorite fighter or make beats on who was going to win or lose.

One man walked along the roads and glared at one of the large display screens showing one of the fighters.

"Jin Kazama, this rage is for you and you alone. I'll be the one to take you down."

^^^^^

"Ugh finally a quite place! As much as I love cons my anxiety can't handle these crowded places for long."

I sit down to relax against the pillar I claimed as my sanctuary from humans and groaned as my back popped in a few places.

"Wow I didn't notice my body was so wond up, I should really get a massage or something."

I closed my eyes for a bit to take a quick rest.

"Hey hey miss are you okay?"

I feel my body being shook and I slowly open my eyes and blink away the darkness to be greeted by two familiar pigtails.

"Uuuuh what?"

The girl stands up and puts her hands on her hips.

"I asked if you were okay?"

A chuckle sounded from behind her.

"You also shook for poor cutie I'd be a bit confused too if I was woken up like that."

I glanced behind her to see familiar orange hair.

'Oooookay what the fuck is going on?'

"I ummm, I'm fiiiiine just confused I guess."

I stand up and dust myself off and look around, my merch was gone and I'm in an alley with two characters from one of my favorite fighting game.

"Uh weird question, but did you perchance see how I ended up in this alley?"

The girl tilted her head and then nodded.

"Kind of it was weird really. A bright light a boom and then silence. Thought maybe you got into some weird brawl but you don't seem hurt. Are you hurt?"

I watched her explanation which included alot of hand movements and started to smile. 'She talks with her hands alot. Glad to know that's a her thing it's cute.'

The man walked forward and looked at me in an observing me.

"You aren't from here are you girly?"

I shook my head and looked between the two of them.

"Um no actually, oh this is going to sound so weird. I'm from a different world, realm...i don't know what you'd call it...dimension maybe."

I tilt my head while rubbing the back of my neck until the girls giggled and pointed at me.

"ALIEN!"

I snapped my head towards her and blinked, she had a wide smile on her face as the man let out an amused huff.

"Ummm I guess that's an accurate way of putting it. But I am most definitely human."

The man hummed

"Well im..."

I pointed at him.

"Hworang and you, you're Ling Xiaoyu. You're both pretty popular where I'm from."

Ling jumped up and down while Hworang eyed me suspiciously.

"Alright explain girly?"

I started from the beginning explains how they were both from a game in my world and how I was a professional player, of course I didn't tell them my main just told them I flex played and explained what that was and where I was before I ended up here.

Ling gasped and giggled before grabbing my arm.

"Does that mean you know how to fight or are you just good at in games?"

Hworang sighed rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why would you assume she knows how to fight just from that?"

I laughed making him look at me.

"I mean she's not entirely wrong, I'm not by any means a professional fighter like you two by I like to dabble in some martial arts but I'm more of a punch em till their down type of person. Kind of my default I guess, I grew up in a rough area so fist fighting was a norm for me."

Ling looked at me concerned.

"What do you mean by rough area?"

I scratched the back of my head with a goofy grin.

"Rough like muggings, gunshots, not safe for girls to walk alone kind of area. But I was kind of the kid that did what she wanted so long as my mom and dad were cool with it so my pops taught me how to throw punches and how to stab someone properly if need be, break arms, noses that type of stuff. He wanted me to be able to defend myself. We live in a better area now so I don't really have to fight and can just relax when I'm out and about."

Ling nodded her head in understanding.

"We have places like that here too."

She frowns and looks at me.

"But I think kids shouldn't have to fight to survive just walking to a store or something."

I nod humming in agreement. She's right about that it shouldn't be normal nor should a kid develop anxiety early because of it, but here I am a scrapper with anxiety.

I giggle making them look at me oddly.

"Sorry sorry I was just thinking about what one of the old ladies at one the stores called me."

Hworang chuckled at me.

"And what was that?"

I giggled again and pointed at myself.

"A scrappy little street rat."

Ling and Hworang burst out laughing.

"Why on earth would she call you that?"

I smiled thinking back foundly on the old lady she always had my back.

"Well I dressed in cargo pants and hoodies when ever I went out late so people would just mistake me as some punk out and about. So she took to calling me that because that's what I reminder her of, like a street kid."

Hworang grinned at me and slung his arm around my shoulders.

"I like you girly, come on I want to see what you got."

Ling chased after us panicked.

"Hworang no, she just told us she's not a professional fighter. Are you insane?"

I glanced back at her curiously and then at the grinning Hworang.

"Wait...woah hold up buddy you aren't planning on entering me in that tournament are you?"

Hworang just grinned at me as Ling continued lecturing him.

She kicked him in the leg making him stumble, unfortunately I stumbled as well right into someone's back.

As I backed up and looked up the person I stumbled in I was in shock.

Standing in front of me was my main...the one and only Miguel Caberello Rojo.

'Holy shit he's huge'

"Lo siento señor."

I watched as he tilted his head and stared at me like I was a puzzle.

"hablas mi lengua materna?"

I blinked and started to smile with a nod.

"Soy multilingüe, señor. mi padre pensó que me beneficiaría cuando estuviera solo."

He laughed and ruffled my hair making me huff.

"no el pelo, por favor!"

He laughed harder at my protest but relented in messing up my hair.

I turned hearing Ling and Hworang run up to us.

"Ah Miguel have you thought about my offer?"

I looked at Hworang curiously as he slide his arm around my shoulder slyly making my narrow my eyes at him.'what is this man thinking'

Ling stomped her foot.

"Stop hogging her Hworang."

Miguel looked at the three of us before narrowing his eyes at me. I held my hands up automatically, that was not I look I wanted to be at the end of .

"What ever he asked of you I am not a part of it, I just met these two." I narrowed my eyes at Hworang "and what ever your plotting do not involve me in it idiot."

Ling burst out laughing making me look at her noticing her attention was now on Miguel.

"She speaks the truth we found her in an alley, she's really fun but Hworang is hogging her like he always does when he thinks a girl is pretty."

I looked at Hworang blinking at him as he winked at me.

I scoffed and stomped on his foot.

"Absolutely not, your a menace. I wouldn't even hook up with you if I was shit faced . You're the type of guy that my pa calls trouble."

I scooted back behind Ling and pointed at Hworang whom was acting offended.

"Why is he like that?"

Ling just shrugged at me and we both glanced at Miguel hearing him chuckle.

"If the Senorita agrees to join your little group I may just join. Only to see you get shoot down like that again."

I glance at Miguel surprised.

'I shouldn't be surprised but I'm just so used to only hearing his lines an Castellano.'

Hworang snapped his head in my direction and grinned, followed by Ling turning to grin at me.

"Woah woah first you want me in the tournament now your alliance, slow down you two."

I slowly back away only for Ling to grab me into a bear hug.

"It will be so much fun, you'll get to meet everyone and make new friends and oh oh you'll get to meet panda."

I perked up at that.

"Panda? The cute adorable fighting Panda? That panda?"

Ling nodded her head enthusiastically making me groan.

"I should say no, I really should..."

You know those moments when your thought process takes you a direction you know is a bad idea but the only thought is fuck it, yeah this was one of those moments.

"Ugh I can't believe I'm doing this...fine, fine I'll join."

Ling jumped up and down holding me.

'My god why is she like this.'

"Yaaaay now we have two new members. You'll be alot of help anyways you know that right?"

She puts me down and stares directly at me with a small and Hworang pats my shoulder.

"She's right your like our own personal spy."

I groan in annoyance.

"You guys making me sound like a suspicious criminal."

Ling laughs at me.

"I mean...you'd definitely be a suspicious criminal in Jin and Kazuya's eyes."

I frown at hearing Kazuya's name and let a growl out taking the two by suprise and catching Miguel's attention.

"Ling do me a favor do NOT mention that man's name again, I really really hate him."

Hworang looked at me curiously.

"Jin? He's not that bad."

Miguel huffed at Hworang and rightfully so in my opinion.

"No his father that man can rot for all I care. As for Jin he is close to becoming just as bad as his father I'd pay to punch his dumb ass in the face."

Hworang burst out laughing.

"You can do that for free in the tournament. Now come on girly, you to Rojo."

He walked off with Ling as me and Miguel exchanged a look and followed after the two fighters.

[mayaflowerxs]

BEST FRIEND’s BROTHER

Synopsis: Your bsf’s brother happens to be the popular ice hockey player, Lee Donghyuck. And no matter how much you say you don’t feel anything for the boy, your body says otherwise after every game.

Warning: smut ! Oral sex, teasing, masturbation, swear words used.

Pairing: Haechan x reader

Series Masterlist: 90’s Love Franchise

“We can’t keep doing this Haechan.”

You whimper as his cock starts plunging deep inside you. Stuck in the locker rooms where he dragged you in there. His celebration for winning the game starting early.

“You say that a lot for someone who’s obsessed with my dick.” He tells you. Before you answer him, he picks you and slams you onto his locker. Arms wrapped around his neck as he picks up the pace. “Haechan! Oh god!” Gripping his hair as he relentlessly pounds your g-spot. Making it his absolute goal to have you cumming all over his cock. He needs to have you walk out the campus with your hole stuffed with his liquids. “Take it baby. Fucking take it!” He groans. Sucking on your neck as he desperately tries to leave you as many marks as he wants. He loves how well you tighten around him. You love how no matter how hard you try not to fall, you still end up in his arms. Begging him to fuck you senselessly over and over again. Rolling his eyes back as you grip his hair yet again. Usually he would say some stupid sarcastic comment about leaving him bald but your cunt felt so good he couldn’t even muster up the words to say anything.

Your moans were absolutely beautiful. Something he needs to hear on the regular basis just to even function. Having you fucked out until you could barely stand is what he was striving for. But it was all cut off short when he heard the locker room door open. Pulling out of you, you two quickly dress up.

“Donghyuck ? You there?” His sister calls out. “Hide!” He tells you. Signaling the shower room, you run inside quickly. “Yeah I’m here!” Walking from around the lockers, her sisters eyes brighten up. “Oh there you are! I was wondering when you were planning to get out the locker room. Hey have you seen y/n by any chance?” “Do you see her around here?” He scoffs. A nervous chuckle leaving him but covers it up by a huff. “Asshole. I was just asking.” She grumbled. “I can’t reach her-“ “Well she must’ve been tired. Probably went home.” “Yeah you’re right. Oh I know!” She claps her hands that startles Haechan.

“What?” He furrows his brow.

“She’s hooking up.” “What?!” He says taken aback. How did she know? And just when Haechan said that, you too did as well in the shower room. Heart racing as you waited for yours and his name to fall out of your best friends mouth.

“Yeah, she once mentioned about this crush she has on Yangyang-“

“Yangyang? My friend Yangyang?”

“Yeah-“

“Yangyang my teammate? Number 24 Yangyang?”

“Yes! Lui Yangyang. She’s had a crush on him since the 9th grade. Well I don’t know if she still likes him but she has been running off lately so I won’t be surprised if she comes out of a room with a large hickey on her chest. He’s very goofy.”

“Yeah well I’m goofy too.” Haechan mumbles. Shoving his stuff in his bag. “What was that?” His sister asks him. “Nothing! Now shall we get going?”

“Oh yeah.” Making her way out, you peek your head. Looking at Haechan who merely glanced at you and walked out after his sister.

“Shit.”

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“Haechan please call me back.” You say to the voicemail. It’s been three days and ever since he found out about your old crush on his friend he can’t even talk to you. Not even look at you for that matter.

You didn’t understand. You two weren’t anything. You guys weren’t dating and on the occasion he’s made it very clear that you two are nothing more but fuck buddies. “Hey you okay?” Your friend asks you. Taking a seat next to you after grabbing her lunch. “Oh yeah I’m, I’m okay.” “You sure? You know I’m good at telling when ones lying.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Okay but you know I’m here when you’re ready yeah?” Nodding, she smiles and hands you her green apple. The only kind of apple you like. Appreciating it, you take it and take a bite out of it. As she told a story about something, you couldn’t focus on anything but his table. He wasn’t there, but everyone else was. Including Yangyang.

“Oh my god.” Your best friends gasps. Averting your eyes from the table you look over at her. “What?” “Can’t believe it.” “What? What’s going on?” “He said he was done hooking up. I swear if he brings another girl home I’m going to lose it.” Turning around to meet her gaze, your eyes widen when you see Haechan enter the cafeteria with a girl around his arm. No no not just any girl. The captain of the debate team. You couldn’t tell what shocked you more, that Haechan already replaced you with some girl days after he continuously dodged you and your calls. Or the fact that he was able to pull the head leader of the debate team. The DEBATE TEAM. You expected one of the cheerleaders which could’ve made more sense. Usually everyone in the debate team tend to take school very seriously and never have time to not even hook up. Now this, this was truly a shocker.

Walking past you. He ignores you yet again and plants a kiss on her temple. Arm around her as she giggles and holds his hand. What a brat. Following their movements until they reached their table, where the boys greeted him. Cheers bursts when he introduces them to her. Who looks to be his new girlfriend. “Shocking right? Psh wrong.” Your best friend scoffs. “Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with that.” “Yeah I feel sorry too but boys will be boys that’s just the sad truth.” She shakes her head and continues on eating her lunch. “Yeah…” you mutter watching as he converses with his friends. His arm yet around her neck. “You’re right.” You finish off, looking down to the barely eaten apple.

For the next few days you ignored Haechan completely. You didn’t know whether you should confront him or not. I mean it is his loss if he wants to push you away. But also another part of you wanted an explanation and maybe to seek salvation of the last bit of what you two have. If you guys even had anything in the first place. But Haechan seemed serious. He had her with him at all times. And any time he saw you, he would get all cuddly and affectionate with her that it would get too repulsive to even stand being in the same area as him. What sucked is that both him and his little girlfriend shared the same class as you. Geology. The two of them sit in front of you which is worse because he’s constantly baby talking her. Asking her if she needs any help and never lets her get up her seat. Need a pencil? No problem I have one. Need it sharpened? No probs I’ll do it. What an ass kisser really.

And you couldn’t really understand why you were so bothered by it. You never saw Haechan anything other than a fuck buddy. There were times where you would ask yourself if you could see yourself dating him and it always ended with you gagging and having to eat a snack to clear your head. Yet here you are, wishing that this girl would walk off the face of the earth. While you were too busy sulking, you didn’t notice your partner take a seat next to you.

“Hi y/n!” He says cheerfully. His boxy smile facing you as he set his stuff onto the table.

“Hey Yangyang-“ and then it hit you. Oh why did you not think about this sooner? Think y/n, think! Turning your head to face the bubbly boy, you tilt your head and smile at him. “Heyyy Yangyang.” Furrowing his brow, he looks at you oddly. “You okay?…” “Totally!” You say. Haechan before you who was once cuddly to his new girlfriend was now tensed. “Say Yang, how come we don’t hang out as much?” You ask him. “Oh well I’d like you to hang out but you don’t like getting body slammed onto ice huh?” Giggling, you shake your head. “We should hang out some day.” Haechan scoffs as he rolls his eyes. His girlfriend giving him a confused look.

He sends her a fake smile and signals to the teacher who has now entered the classroom. As if his reason for scoffing was the teacher entering. Picking up his large water bottle, he spins the cap off and goes to take a sip. “So like a date?” Yangyang asks you genuinely. “You want it to be a date?” With this, the boy in front of you who was once taking a sip from his water bottle, is now choking on it. The classroom silencing as they stare at him curiously. “You okay Mr.Lee?” The teacher asks him. Not answering with words but rather with a thumbs up, he nods and proceeds to start the class.

“A date it is babe.” Yangyang says, using his index finger to bump your chin lightly.

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“I knew it!” Your best friend claps her hands.

“It was about time you two finally got together.” “We’re not getting together. Its simply a date nothing else.”

“Please you two will be dating in no time. Now let’s see what we can have you get dressed in.” While she went through the pile of clothes I brought for her to piece together an outfit. Her front door opened and slammed close.

“Geez I bet it’s Haechan, another sucky practice.” She shakes her head. Chuckling I nod along. “Right. Hey can I go grab a bottle of water real quick?” “Yeah go ahead, it’s gonna take me a while to make an outfit with these clothes. You’re wardrobe isn’t the most stylish no offense.” “None taken” you shake your shoulders. Leaving her room, you go down the stares and into the kitchen. In there was the boy you wanted to see. Ignoring him, you walk past him who was seated on the stool chair.

His eyes following you as you opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. Jumping back when he was stood standing right next to you once the door was closed. “Jesus Haechan what the hell?-“ “Why didn’t you tell me about Yangyang.” “What about him? It’s none of your concern-“ “It is!” “Shhh keep it down Haechan!” “Or what? Afraid my sister will find out huh?” Taking a step forward, you take one back. Doing so until you were up against the counter. “Afraid your best friend will find out how desperate you are for me. How I’m able to get you begging for my cock over and over again mm?” He tells you lowly. His head lower closer and closer to your lips. Pulling his head and smashed your lips onto his. He immediately responds, pulling you closer to him. Picking you up and resting you on top of the counter. A nice grip on his hair as you kiss his lips until you’re sure they’ll be swollen. His hands roamed up your shirt. Already missing your soft skin against his hands. Leaning in more and more, wanting - no needing more of you. It’s been almost two weeks and he really missed you. Yet he would never admit to it. His growing erection began to tighten his shorts. And you knew this.

He groans and curses when you lay a hand on his crotch. “Missed me that much?” You ask him tauntingly. Chest heaving as he looks down at you hand softly stroking the outline of his dick. Softly thrusting forward, needing more of your touches. But he was surely mistaken if he thought you would give in easily. Pushing him back, you get off the counter. Shock written all over him. “Don’t think I forgot the shit you pulled on me. I was over Yangyang a long time ago. It was barely even a damn crush. But because of your stupid stubbornness, you no longer have a shot at having me anymore Haechan. Enjoy your time with your precious girlfriend.” Taking a step forward, on tippy toes, you get closer to his ear and whisper, “Bet she doesn’t make you cum like I do.” Biting your lip, you grab your water and walk away.

Watching as you walk away, he shuts his eyes close and shake his head. “Fuck.”

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“It was nice hanging out with you Yang. And sorry for any wrong intentions I might’ve given you in class.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m not dumb I know that you and Haechan have been having sex for a while now. Just didn’t know it was this serious.”

“It isn’t serious.” “Really?” He asks, raising a brow at you. His smoothie in hand as you two walked around the downtown mall.

“Doesn’t seem like it.” “What do you mean?” “Doesn’t take Einstein to know you two have feelings for one another.” “Woah! Hold on, feelings?! Psh I don’t have feelings for him.” Yangyang scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s so obvious.” “It’s not-“ “It’s so!” “You have completely lost it Lui Yangyang.” He laughs, taking a sip from his drink. “Please, I knew something must’ve gone down. I had my guesses when he started arriving to our table all gloomy and silent and not even looking at your table. But then when he brought Saerom to our table I knew something was definitely up. Then you ‘asked’ me out. You two aren’t doing this simply to get back at each other or get on one another’s nerves. You guys are doing this in hopes one of you two will snap out of it and confess!”

You stayed silent. I mean he wasn’t necessarily wrong. You asked Yangyang out in front of Haechan knowing he would be listening in hopes that he would talk to you. Confront you, tell you how stupid you are and that you’re his. You also wanted him back. Even if he wasn’t entirely yours to begin with. Now if you were to ask that very same question that had you gagging at the mere thought of it, it didn’t sound so bad of a question. Can you see yourself dating Haechan?

______

“I bet by the end of the date, it’s going to be official.” His sister beams. For a good fifteen minutes now she hasn’t stopped talking about you and Yangyang getting together after so many years. It’s annoying the hell out of him. And what makes it worst is that Saerom is sitting next to him smiling at his sister squealing at your potential relationship with his teammate. “You okay baby?” Saerom asks him. “Mhm? Oh, uh yeah I’m alright.” He fakes a tight smile and goes back to being on his phone. Looking at the date, he sees that he has yet another game tomorrow. A part of him was wishing you would come to his game. What was he thinking of course you will just not for him but rather for Yangyang. The mere thought of already has him rolling his eyes.

“Someone doesn’t seem in a good mood.” Your best friends voice brings him back from his thoughts. “Just tired it’s all. Gotta game tomorrow.” “Oh yeah that’s right. Aw man I wish I could go but I have my thing going on with the debate team.” Saerom pouts. “It’s alright.” “Well I guess I better start heading up to my room. Imma text y/n how her date went with her soon to be boyfriend.” She wiggles her brows. Fighting the urge to scoff. “Yeah I should get going too.” Getting up and walking her to the door, she smiles at him and says her goodbyes. Getting on her tippy toes, he got the sudden Deja vu from when you did that to him not long ago. Moving his face so that her lips connected with his cheek. She waves him goodbye and leaves. Closing the door, he sighs and his head gets rushed with images of you. Very naughty things of you. Once again feeing that tightness in his shorts begin to grow.

“Fuck y/n!” He hissed. Fisting his cock as he teases his tip. Getting off to the thought of you sucking him off. Your pretty lips on his tip, those gorgeous eyes looking up at him as you try to pleasure him. Remembering how even when he’s finished cumming you still don’t pull away. Turning him more at how you have an oral fixation that you found out because of him. Biting his lip as he concentrates on jerking himself off. Memories on how overstimulated he once felt when you just couldn’t pull his dick out of your mouth. Whining when he tried pulling you off him. “God baby. You take my cock so well shit.” He mutters. Tilting his head back as he rubs himself faster. His hand jerking himself quicker as he felt the familiar need to release begin to bubble up.

Thinking about having you bounce on his cock as you beg him to continue fucking you until you’re sobbing. Telling you how much of a slut you are for his cock. Your hands gripping his hair as you suck hickies all over him. And just like that, his warm fluids were shooting all over his bed sheets. Catching his breath as he was consumed with the darkness of his room.

______

It was the day of the game. People started filling up the bleachers but no matter how much people were entering through the metal doors you still haven’t shown up.

“Hey Yang, where’s y/n?”

“How will I know?”

“She’s practically your girlfriend, you should know by now if she’s planning on cheering for her boyfriend” he says. Tone harsh when saying boyfriend.

Yangyang stares at him and later laughs. “What?” Yang shakes his and pats his shoulder. “You’re funny dude.” Walking away, with a puzzled look. He sighs and takes one last look at the bleachers. His eyes meeting yours. Trying to hold in his smile. But you caught it. After thinking back what Yangyang said, he was right. You wanted his attention and if he wasn’t going to do something first, you would. Smiling softly at him as you give him two thumbs up. He chuckles and nods. Eyes looking down and freezes when he sees Saerom. Holding a poster with his jersey number in it. Looking away quickly, as he hurries back to the rest of his team.

By the end of the game, the crowd was loud and rowdy. Anxious as it was a tie once again. Haechan who was now with the puck, rushed until he got near the net and scored the winning point. The crowd roared as they clapped and cheered for him and the teams victory. Standing as you cheered for him too. Going down the steps to congratulate. Looking for 66. Taking off his helmet, you smiled warmly at him as you go to walk up to him. Freezing when a familiar figure the aisle before you calls out for his name. Rushing down the steps and enveloped him in a tight hug. Smile dropping as his eyes never left yours. He was still with her, and a part of you felt stupid. Were you really going to confess? Especially since Saerom is such a sweet girl and really likes Haechan. She couldn’t ruin that. Couldn’t ruin what they have. But maybe there’s hope. Maybe he doesn’t have the same feelings for her and has some for you.

“Surprise!” She tells him excitedly. But you were certain that wasn’t true when Saerom pulled Haechan down for a kiss.

Scoffing, you felt stupid. Embarrassed really. Turning around, you make your way out of the large stadium. Haechan pulls away quickly, keeping Saerom at arms length. “Haechan? Baby what’s wrong?” “Saerom I’m sorry. But I can’t do this, I know it’s sudden and you deserve an explanation but I can’t keep going on in a relationship I don’t want to be in. I’m really sorry but I have to go.” “Haechan? Wait- Haechan!” But he was already out the doors. Rushing after you.

“Where are you?” He says under his breath in search for you. Looking through every hallway and room and still no sign of you. “Dammit y/n where are you?!” He slams his hand on the door the led outside.

“I’m here.”

Turning around, there you were before him.

Staying silent as you two suddenly didn’t know what to say anymore. After much contemplation on what he should say to you, he starts taking small steps towards you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.” He tells you softly. Meeting him in the middle, you grab his face and pull him in. Gripping your waist as he kisses you desperately. The kiss was no longer the same old one that was filled with lust and need. It was now filled with passion, love and want. Pulling away, leaning your forehead on top of his.

“Can’t go another day without you.”

“Then don’t. Don’t let me go.”

“Never baby.”

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“You two were what?!”

Your best friend exclaims in pure shock. Both you and Haechan standing before her, hand in hand. Standing behind you and he plants soft kisses on your temple. Rubbing your arm for comfort, comfort for the burst of his sister who is now finding out the truth of you two. But no matter the outcome, he was just glad he now has you. In his arms once again. Only this time, he’s got you locked in. And you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

[mengyan]

rubs my hands together. marcy facetiming anne and sasha to show them their new room post amphibia. 500+ go

The telltale intro to a popular donghua rings its beginning notes on Anne’s nightstand, and she lunges for the phone with an easy, practiced motion.

“Marbles!” she’s yelling, not even one second after picking up the call. “Hi! How are you doing? Are you settling in? How’s the new room? Is the traffic less intense over there?”

“Anna Banana!” Marcy’s shouting back, giggling. “Slow down! Sash isn’t even on the call yet! I’ll tell you guys everything, I promise, but you gotta relax!”

“You haven’t called in sooo long, Mar-Mar, ‘course I’m not gonna relax!” Anne retorts, sticking out her tongue at the camera. “Plus, you know Sasha likes hearing your ringtone music as much as he pretends not to know where it’s from, so he’s probably just letting it ring. I caught him watching an episode yesterday at lunch and he practically leaped off of the picnic bench to hide the evidence.”

Marcy giggles again and props their phone up on their desk so that their friends will have a better view of their room. “I just called you two last Friday, Annie. And it’s a good show, I don’t know what he’s so afraid of.”

Before Anne can reply, a noise sounds from both of their screens, and the split screen splits once more to fit Sasha into the frame. His face is lightly sweated out from his fencing class, but he’s smiling, making a kissy face at the camera.

“Hey nerds!” he greets, blowing kisses. Both of them blow some back. “Talking about me?”

“Oh yeah, just you and your hidden adoration for the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation franchise,” Anne teases, watching his face flush red.

“Well,” he sputters, “You’d like it too if you watched! Marce has great recommendations!”

“It’s on my watchlist,” Anne grins. “And they really do.”

“Aw, you guys,” Marcy swoons, placing a hand over their heart. “You’re too sweet to me! If you’re all free next week, what would you say to having a little watch party after our finals?”

“We’d love that,” Anne nods vehemently, and Sasha joins her in agreement.

“Marcy, you got me hooked on this franchise, I’m serious,” he says. “Literally what did they put in these characters? The soundtrack? The plot? The love story between the main leads? Oh my frog.”  

“Right?! I could write essays on— Hey, you guys are distracting me!” Marcy whines. “We’ve got a room tour on the agenda today, remember? You’re the ones who wanted to see it!”

Sasha sits up on his bed, placing his phone on his pillow and clapping his hands in enthusiasm. “Ooh, yeah! Show us, Mar-Mar! Please tell me you kept the duckling plush me and Anne got you for your 10th birthday, Mr. Quack is a childhood cornerstone.”

“He really put a dent in our shared allowances,” Anne snorts. “Totally worth it, though.”

“Who do you guys think I am?” Marcy says, swiveling the camera around so they can see the other side now. Smack in the middle of their green and ivory sheets and assortment of other stuffed animals sits Mr. Quack, far less fluffy than he used to be, but well-loved all the same. “Sometimes I think he takes up more space on this bed than I do.”

“And so the king reigns!” Sasha crows, setting the three of them off into another bout of laughter. “Long live Mr. Quack and his legacy!”

Marcy gasps, then: “Oh my frog, speaking of legacies—”

They turn the camera quickly to the other corner of their room, showing off the somehow perfectly organized mess on their desk, with multicoloured pens and open sketchbooks, as well as a drawing tablet hooked up to their computer. Tucked safely in the corner is a little model of Newtopia, with two statues propped outside.

“No way,” Anne gapes, squinting at the screen to get a better look. “You made mini models of Lady Olivia and General Yunan? They’re so tiny! How?!”

“Mars has the talent for it,” Sasha chimes in, also awestruck by the attention to detail. Everything is carved neatly into the clay, and both statuettes are adorned with matching necklaces, which Marcy had explained to them previously were their version of human wedding rings.

“Yeah,” Marcy smiles shyly, blushing. “I just wanted to honour them, y’know? They were so kind to me in Amphibia, and I didn’t really get to spend as much time with them as I wanted to, so I thought why not dedicate something to them here?”

“They’d love it,” Anne says. “They loved you, Marbles.”

“And so do we,” Sasha adds warmly. Suddenly, his eyes go wide, noticing something else in their room, and Anne shifts her attention to look too. “Hold up, is that your redecorated fandom merchandise shelf?”

Marcy grins, bouncing on their heels in excitement. “Oh, you two have a big storm coming.”

[lazysublimeengineer]

Bye Bye Baby

Summary: I want you bad but it's come down to nothing

And all I have is your sympathy

'Cause you took me home but you just couldn't keep me

Characters: Takemichi H. & Manjirou (Mikey) S.

It wasn't just like a movie

The rain didn't soak through my clothes, down to my skin

I'm driving away and I, I guess you could say

This is the last time I'll drive this way again

Lost in the gray and I try to grab at the fray

'Cause I, I still love you but I can't

The roar of the CB25OT rang against the road as he swerved ferociously into the right panel of the street. Nonetheless, the sounds were being swallowed by the heavy rainfall and the clap of the thunderclouds. His clothes were soaking wet and clung heavily into his skin. But Mikey didn’t care. All he cared right about now was to get rid of the heavy thoughts around him ever since Takemichi left and went back to the future. He wanted to stop Takemichi from leaving that day. But the words got stuck into his throat. He didn’t have any right to stop him. Takemichi needed to go back to the life where he belonged to. And it wasn’t in his arms and in this past.

Bye, bye, to everything I thought was on my side

Bye, bye, baby

I want you bad but it's come down to nothing

And all I have is your sympathy

'Cause you took me home but you just couldn't keep me

Bye, bye, baby

Bye, bye, baby

Takemichi always possessed a heart bigger than himself or any of them really. His honesty and sincerity towards them were pure as a snow. His promises to save all of them from their tragic fate was a beaming hope for their bleak and gray futures. It was one of Takemichi’s biggest strengths yet also one of his glaring weaknesses. Mikey could’ve take advantage of it. He could’ve stitch up lies about an impending danger to the gang or to anyone else just to make him stay. But all he could say to him was, “Go back to the future, Takemitchy. Go back to that future where Hina is waiting for you!”

Because Mikey can’t make him stay here if Takemichi’s heart doesn’t belong here and all he can give him was his sympathy.

He’s not cruel like that.

The picture frame is empty

On the dresser, vacant just like me

I see your writing on the dash

Then back to your hesitation

I was so sure of everything

Everything I thought we'd always have

Guess I never doubted it

Then the here and the now floods in

Feels like I'm becoming a part of your past

Takemichi stared at the picture where he stood beside Mikey and the other members of Toman. It felt like a long time ago yet it doesn’t. A month, a year, a few weeks or even a few days…where it all seemed like a minute or second had passed when he came back to the future. To the current present. Where he actually belongs.

But why does it felt like his heart was empty? A vacuum of nothingness?

He should be satisfied right?

But why he couldn’t shake off this feeling of emptiness?

The smiling face of Mikey before he returned to the future made his heart soar previously.

But now it also brought his heart down shattering into a tiny, million pieces.

How ironic.

Bye, bye, to everything I thought was on my side

Bye, bye, baby

I want you bad but it's come down to nothing

And all I have is your sympathy

'Cause you took me home but you just couldn't keep me

Bye, bye, baby

There's so much that I can't touch

You're all I want but it's not enough this time

And all the pages are just slipping through my hands

And I'm so scared of how this ends

They still meet up through a quaint café or in a nearby bar downtown to catch up. Mikey has been laughing and exchanging crude, childish jokes with them until Draken became annoyed at him as usual and they were beating up each other’s asses once again.

It felt normal. Yet it wasn’t.

There’s a lingering emptiness there that he could feel but avoided thinking about it further. Or even bringing that up.

Takemichi’s absence would seeped quietly into his veins when he was finally alone with his own thoughts and emotions.

Mikey stared at the ceiling numbly. A devastating ache started to fester inside his heart.

But he has to grin and bear it right?

Since he can’t drag people down with him.

And he already promised to Takemichi before they parted ways that he’ll protect everyone’s futures as well.

So, he’ll fulfill his promise no matter what it costs.

Bye, bye, to everything I thought was on my side

Bye, bye, baby

I want you bad but it's come down to nothing

And all I have is your sympathy

'Cause you took me home but you just couldn't keep me

Bye, bye, to everything I thought was on my side

Bye, bye, baby

I want you bad but it's come down to nothing

And all I have is your sympathy

'Cause you took me home but you just couldn't keep me

Oh, you took me home, I thought you were gonna keep me

Bye, bye, baby

Bye, bye, baby

Draken told Takemichi that Mikey was managing a restaurant overseas so that’s why he couldn’t attend Pah-Chin’s wedding.

Relief and disappointment flooded Takemichi’s veins at the news.

He should be relieved right? Everyone’s doing fine. And Mikey was having a great future as well. So why does it feel like there’s a pang in his chest from the moment he didn’t saw Mikey at the reception hall previously?

Takemichi couldn’t hold on too long for that niggling thought as Hina has called him from afar, letting him know that there’s already a cab waiting for them outside the hall to get into.

Maybe he should let it go…

And focus on his impending wedding soon…

Since he promised Hina back in the past…

And say goodbye to these ideas and thoughts of wanting to see Mikey soon just to ease his anxieties and doubt…

But his heart told him otherwise.

Meanwhile in an obscure bar hidden in one of the alleys in Tokyo…

“You sure you don’t want to gatecrash and invite yourself boss to their wedding?” Sanzu asked idly as he sat down in a barstool holding a glass of whiskey into one of his hands.

Mikey continued to read silently about the latest reports on his former friends and comrades. Even though he already cut off his ties with them, he made sure that he was carefully keeping tabs on them and ensuring that their futures were secured and normal.

All except for one.

Takemichi and Hina’s impending wedding.

A blank expression was still on his face yet his hand automatically tightened its grip on the paper.

It’s the best future isn’t it?

So why did the news made his heart break down into tiny pieces?

“It’s not my style to gatecrash a wedding where I’m not invited in the first place. Besides, events like these are a waste of my time and utterly boring.” Mikey replied in a monotone voice.

As he said those words, he knew that he already said goodbye to his feelings about the blue-eyed crybaby hero that tried to save all of them in the past.

This was for the best even if his heart disagreed with it vehemently.

(A/N: I don’t own any of these characters from this franchise nor Taylor Swift’s Bye Bye Baby song. While waiting for chapter 213 of the manga to come out soon, have some Takemikey angst for your daily suffering needs. Currently listening to the Fearless Taylor Swift’s version of the album and Bye Bye Baby is just screaming of pain and angst hence the inspiration behind this one shot angsty fic. Reviews are amusing. So, let me hear them from you.)

[hinerancev]

Tyler Lockwood x Reader

Where you and Tyler meet at a party in Mystic Falls.

Getting ready for an event was always something I could look forward too even if it’s Caroline who’s helping me decide what to wear since I have not had many opportunities to go out in general.

“y/n I can’t believe you’ve finally let me do this especially for the annual mystic falls party” Clapping her hands excitedly.

I chuckle softly “why wouldn’t I ask one of my good companions to doll me up on this day and you have been nagging me about this all year”

Caroline’s smile seemed to have faded a bit however she still had the look of excitement on her face which instantly made me want to form a smile on my face too.

Looking at myself in the mirror I have chose to carry on putting on my shoes and hurry along to the party with Caroline.

——————————————————————

The room was opaque with plenty of twinkly lights hanging around the place, it looked just like the lights in the homecoming scene from twilight.

Caroline loves to tease me about taking an interest in the twilight franchise even though Caroline herself is a vampire.

I spot Tyler across the room, he and Caroline seem pretty close lately she’s been hanging around him almost every day.

I don’t want to admit it but I’ve been quite interested in him for a while now, his eyes put me in a trance when I first saw him, Caroline said she’ll introduce me to him today.

“Hey y/n I want you meet Tyler!” She brings me over to him pulling me by my hand.

“Tyler this is-“

“y/n, yeah y/n l/n I know who she is, nice to meet you” He stared at me, I don’t know if it’s my imagination or he smirked at me for a second.

Not letting myself get flustered I finally spoke up “Nice to meet you to Tyler” Looking equally as cocky as him.

Caroline makes a face that appears to be grateful that the introduction went well nonetheless I could feel some underlining emotion oozing from the interior. “That’s great…well I’m going to get a drink don’t kill each other now” She snickers then leaves for the beverage and snack table.

“Want to dance y/n or are you feeling a little nervous?” You have no idea how badly I wanted to shut that cocky tone down.

I straightened up for a second “Well of course I would like to dance with you”

He takes my hand and pulls me close to his body, I’m wondering if this was a good decision to come.

Unexpectedly he lowers his hand a bit causing my body to relax increasingly in his arms.

It was the greatest decision I have made at this moment, even if it was quite abstruse before.