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eightmakesonebraincell · 5 months

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ateez as mafia boyfriends (christmas special)

genre: mafia!ateez x fem!reader, fluff, angst, smut, crack, brainrot and smutfest of mafia x christmas tropes

length: 13.8k

c/w: nsfw scenes - mdni, explicit language (dirty talk, swearing, insults), graphic depictions of death, violence, blood & injuries, weapons, heavy & mature themes (murder, abduction, corruption), pet names (kitten, babe, baby, love, sweetheart)

a/n: this one’s for yumi (@sorryimananti-romantic), mafia anon and everyone who’s sent in an ask about mafia!ateez before 🫶 loosely based on aammwffy but this is still a standalone fic not part two thank you for coming to my ted talk 😙✌️ merry christmas y'all

hongjoong

the stocking in your hand jerks when you suddenly feel it

it’s a black stocking that hongjoong has made for wooyoung from out of a spare shirt

there are already several other hand-made stockings hanging on nails that he has hammered into the wall of the warehouse

and this whole ‘ateez’s mob boss couple decorates the gang’s old warehouse for christmas’ shenanigan would have been cute and wholesome…

if not for the vibrator that is currently pulsing inside your throbbing pussy

“why’d you stop, kitten?” hongjoong murmurs into your ear from behind your shoulder, knowing very well the reason why is currently in the pocket of his black slacks

when you struggle to answer, he snakes the hand that isn’t toying with the remote around your waist to the front of your pants

“hmm? what’s wrong?” he asks teasingly

your knees buckle when he suddenly cups your core, pressing the vibrator further into you as he switches it to a higher setting

gripping onto his forearm to ground yourself, you’re unable to stop yourself from moaning at the feeling of his muscles rippling underneath your fingertips while he grinds his hand against you

but as soon as you feel your high approaching, it is ripped away from you

hongjoong switches the vibrator off and removes his hand

you are close to cursing him out, but the way that you can feel the hardened front of his slacks chase after your ass for friction whenever you move away even the slightest has you confident that it will not be long until he is cracking

until he begs for you

letting out a shaky exhale, you hang the stocking still in your grip next to mingi’s one; a dark, navy blue that used to be a fluffy towel, now repurposed for christmas

hongjoong passes you the last stocking but you let it drop to the ground

“oops,” you drawl coquettishly

you bend over to pick up jongho’s stocking, slowly and deliberately brushing up against hongjoong’s cock with the curve of your ass

you smirk when the friction draws out a guttural groan from his chest

a hand comes to rest just below your waist, “you’re playing with fire right now, kitten”

“looks like we need a little…water to put it out, then,” you press back against him once more

he snaps

it’s not long before the tip of his swollen cock is pressing against your entrance, his slacks still bunched around his thighs in his hurry to fuck you

he pulls out the vibrator and he shushes your whines at the feeling of emptiness by thrusting three fingers right into you

“fuck, kitten,” he mouths the side of your neck, “you’re already stretched out and ready for my cock”

your mind goes fuzzy at his words and hongjoong smirks in satisfaction

sliding his fingers from out of you, he lines the tip of his cock between your legs-

you both freeze when a loud clang resonates throughout the warehouse, like someone has hit the outer steel walls

hard.

“kim hongjoong!” an unfamiliar voice yells with fury from outside

another clang, this time closer towards the entrance

there’s not much holding the warehouse doors closed; you two weren’t exactly expecting hostile visitors

“you think we can get a round in before they make it through the doors?” hongjoong asks

“if you can cum in the next ten seconds, sure”

a colourful string of curses leaves his mouth before he pulls out of you and fixes his slacks - with difficulty, you must say - while you adjust your own clothes

just in time for the warehouse doors to fling open

“you killed my fucking brother, you motherfucking bastard!”

“who are you again?” hongjoong leans back to rest against the edge of the table while he watches you pick up jongho’s long-forgotten stocking on the floor. “you’ll have to remind me.”

numerous men stride in towards the far end of the warehouse where you two are - were - hanging up the stockings

you look away with disinterest; it’s nothing you and hongjoong can’t take care of

“kyungseok,” the man grits out, jaw clenching with irritation when neither of you show any signs of recognition. “you killed my brother, kyungtae. leader of the bluebirds.”

at his last word, it finally clicks

“ah,” hongjoong cracks his knuckles and stretches his neck lazily, “the one who thought they could touch my kitten and get away with it”

meanwhile, you step back after hanging the last stocking on the wall, admiring the row of decorations

you direct your question at the man behind you, “what do you think, kyungtaek?”

“it’s kyungseok,” he snarls

you wave dismissively, pressing a kiss against hongjoong’s jaw as you praise, “these look wonderful, babe”

you hear kyungseok yell out at his lackeys followed by a flurry of movement

hongjoong sighs, sneaks a kiss in, and then gently steps the both of you to the side out of the path of an incoming kick

“if we make this quick, maybe i can finish fucking you before seonghwa and the others get here,” he winks

then you two move

in quick succession, you use the momentum of their thrown punches to yank two men over your shoulder, one after the other

the wind is knocked out of them and you aim a sharp blow to their necks to render them unconscious

realising that close combat may not be the best idea, another bluebird member brandishes a knife to gain the upper hand

“weapons? that’s not very fair,” you purr

you lunge forward before you have even finished your sentence, catching him off guard and grabbing hold of his arm

twisting his wrist backwards, he shouts in pain as his grip on the knife loosens and it clatters to the floor

“oh dear,” you mock, your hands twisting up to curl around his throat

vaguely, you register hongjoong yell out your name

“duck!”

you barely have time to crouch, your hand yanking down the man with you from where your fingers are still wrapped around his throat, before a burly male is tossed right over your body and sent careening into the table nearby

you watch in dismay as cookies scatter onto the floor, wood splintering with a loud crack

“fuck you, hongjoong, i spent ages arranging them onto the plates”

he has the audacity to smirk in apology while he wraps his arms around the neck of another man and twists, forearms flexing as the bone gives way with a sickening snap, “sorry, kitten”

the man whose throat you have been squeezing is now limp and he sags to the floor

he’s too heavy for you to throw at hongjoong, so you settle for picking up the knife you disarmed and fling it at your boyfriend

“duck,” you tease

hongjoong rolls his eyes and drops his body towards the ground, your knife hurtling past the empty space where his forehead was just milliseconds ago, before it hits its mark and makes itself home in the chest of a man who has been sneaking up from behind

moving in tandem, hongjoong extends his leg and sweeps it along the ground to knock the thug off his feet

the man’s arms fling backwards as his weight crashes towards the ground, colliding into the christmas tree you had decorated earlier and taking it down with him

you pinch the bridge of your nose as the ornaments shatter

“oops?” hongjoong shrugs his shoulders noncommittally

stepping over the lifeless bodies scattered by your feet, you move away a little to pull out your phone

most of the bluebird gang has already been taken out; hongjoong can handle the rest himself

“hey, seonghwa and i are nearly there,” yunho’s voice sounds over the receiver

“oh,” you hum contemplatively, “is anyone else still on their way?”

“probably wooyoung. you know him, he’s always late,” he chuckles into the phone, “why?”

“can you see if he can buy some new ornaments? and pick up some fresh cookies while he’s at it”

there’s a yell and a loud thud as a body rolls to a stop just a few feet away from you

“what was that?” yunho startles

hongjoong has picked up the fallen christmas tree and is currently swinging it around like a crazed batter

“just hongjoong having some fun”

when you hang up, you are just in time to hear the loud thwunk as the tree connects with kyungseok’s temple

you’re not sure whether the splinter you hear is a result of the trunk or his skull cracking

the last bluebird member drops down dead, blood pooling out from under him

hongjoong scoffs, “merry fucking christmas”

and for good measure, hongjoong shoves an intact bauble into the man’s mouth

it’s finally silent

“now,” he turns to you, “where were we before we were…interrupted”

at hongjoong’s predatory gaze, you feel the arousal from before washing over you

he approaches you leisurely as he uncuffs his sleeves to roll them up, loosening the top buttons of his shirt, all the while undressing you with his lustful eyes

you drink up his appearance, eyes raking over his exposed chest that shines with a sheen layer of sweat

he’s in front of you now

“looks like i’ll have to prepare you again, kitten”

his fingers start to slip under the waistband of your panties when-

“heard you fucktards knocked over the cookies!”

his voice echoes throughout the warehouse before he even steps foot into the warehouse

wooyoung is fucking early.

you’re quite positive hongjoong is about to deck him through the roof

“wow,” wooyoung lets out a low whistle as he walks in to survey the scene, eyes scanning wildly over the splattered blood and mutilated bodies across the floor with an expression that appears mostly impressed

hongjoong’s clenched fists are white

uncaring of his leader’s lack of response, wooyoung continues, “when you told us the dress code was red, i didn’t think you meant this kind of red”

he approaches you two to squat down beside kyungseok’s body and taps the bauble in his mouth with interest, “rad decorations”

you watch in amusement as hongjoong’s last string snaps

“wooyoung,” he says evenly

it goes in one ear and out the other

wooyoung looks around as he asks, “can i tie him up with tinsel before the others get here?”

“jung wooyoung”

said man finally blanches

good thing too

because you don’t think hongjoong is joking when he says,

“if you don’t get the fuck out right now, you are going to become part of the decorations.”

seonghwa

“remember, as soon as i leave-”

“i need to lock the door,” you finish seonghwa’s sentence cheekily

he chuckles as he shakes his head fondly, “and if you feel like anything is off-”

“call you or hongjoong straight away,” you mimic, emphasising the last two words with the same seriousness he nags you with all the time

despite your words, your heart flutters shyly at seonghwa’s neverending protectiveness and worry for you

with his line of work, it isn’t easy for him to leave your side, much less leave you alone in the apartment

he understands though

it’s only been a few months since he found you; barely a shell of the curious, energetic and endearing person that you are now

under his careful nurturing, you have flourished and learnt to love and trust again

it doesn’t mean that you are quite ready to leave the apartment just yet for something other than a quick grocery run or walk in the park with seonghwa at your side

but it’s okay - baby steps

“i’ll be back at 6 and then we can cook dinner together,” he kisses your temple sweetly, “see you later, love”

you watch as he lingers outside the door, feet always ever so reluctant to leave

he motions for you to close the door and you know he won’t leave until he sees that you have closed and locked it

so with a final wave, you shut the door, turn the lock and then press your ear right up against the wood

he thinks you don’t know that he does it, and you won’t admit to it in fear that he will stop out of embarrassment

but you hear him whisper love you before his footsteps recede down the corridor

you have most of the day to yourself until seonghwa comes back

he had said that hongjoong was giving the gang christmas night off, a pleasant and welcome change from all the nights you fight the sleep tugging at your eyelids as you wait curled up on the sofa for seonghwa to come home

you occupy your day with little odd jobs here and there around the house, like washing the dishes and doing the laundry and cleaning the bedroom

he always tells you off because he wants to be the one doing them for you, but the small exasperated smile that he gives you every time barely conceals his underlying fondness

and then when you have exhausted the chores, you pull out a pencil and some paper and start drawing out ideas for a gingerbread house

because seonghwa had promised to make one with you later tonight once he discovered you had never tried it before

you cannot contain your excitement as the clock finally ticks to six

your little sketches lay abandoned across the coffee table as you start to pace the living room skittishly, ears perking up whenever you hear noise outside

half an hour passes just like that but there’s still no sign of seonghwa

that’s okay, you tell yourself

you understand that he doesn’t have a normal office job where he can just clock out and walk away as he wishes

sending him a quick text asking if he is on his way home, you busy yourself with lining up all the utensils on the kitchen counter perfectly parallel, just the way he likes it

the chopsticks

the spatula

the knife

the cooking board

again.

the chopsticks

the spatula

the knife

the cooking board

you glance up at the clock

it’s seven

you tap on your phone to bring the screen to life

no notifications

you try to quell the growing panic inside of you

but you cannot ignore the fact that seonghwa would usually send you a quick message when he is held up by something, especially on a day where he has clearly told you when to expect him home

what if something went wrong?

what if he is hurt?

what if he is missing?

what if he is…dying?

you take a shuddering breath as you pick up your phone again with shaking fingers

7:24 PM

the glare of your screen seems too bright all of a sudden

you press on the first contact of your speed dial, seonghwa’s name popping up, decorated with a little heart that he added himself when he first entered his number into your new phone

the call rings and rings and rings

“the person you have called is not available, please leave a short message after the tone-”

your chest heaves to force oxygen into your lungs

you haven’t had a real reason to contact him yet, not with seonghwa personally keeping you in the loop

but you don’t hesitate to press the second contact on your speed dial

hongjoong greets you with a little surprise, obviously not having expected a call from you, “hey, is everything alright?”

you fight to keep the panic out of your voice as you ask him, “is hwa still there?”

there’s some rustling in the background

“hwa? no, he left almost two hours ago”

your stomach lurches dangerously

you don’t realise you’ve let out a soft whimper until hongjoong is repeating your name over and over again into the phone

“take a breath for me,” he soothes, “what’s wrong?”

“he said he’d be back by six,” your eyes start to well with the tears you’ve been suppressing. “he’s still not home”

hongjoong curses, calling out for the others still at base

then his voice filters through the speakers again, “we’re going to look into this, okay? everything’s going to be fine. you’ve done a good job letting me know”

with reassurances and words of comfort, a promise to call you back in a couple of minutes, hongjoong hangs up the call

yeosang and jongho sidle up to hongjoong on high alert, having heard the end of the conversation

“seonghwa’s missing,” hongjoong grits out, already trying to track down the other’s phone location

san appears in the doorway to the room looking grim

he holds up seonghwa’s phone in his hand, “he forgot to take it with him”

hongjoong curses lowly, “park fucking seonghwa. i swear if he isn’t already dead by now, he will be when i find him”

he tells yunho to hold down the fort at base while he, yeosang and wooyoung trace the route to the apartment you now share with seonghwa

you are unsure how long it will be until hongjoong calls you again

what you do know is that you’re not going to sit around idly while seonghwa could very well be in danger

your mind flashes back to all those times you both stand in the expanse of his living room, coffee table pushed to one side, as he gives you what he coins the ultimate self-hwafense class

he demonstrates and talks you through both defensive and offensive stances and how you can use your size and agility to your advantage

sometimes, he hates that he has to even teach you how to protect yourself

because if it were up to him, he would be your protector forever

but seonghwa knows the dangers of being involved with the mafia and so instead, he gently adjusts your movements, gives you praises when you grasp the concept, and demands kisses when you successfully pin him down

and more often than not, his self-hwafense classes end up in giggles and laughter because there is nothing less intimidating than his sparkling doe-eyes and wide grin as he pretends to act the part of a threatening intruder

just as your fingers brush over the cold steel of the gun hidden underneath the table, your blood runs cold when you hear your doorknob jiggling

it’s not purposeful - it is hesitant, intermittent and careful

exactly how an intruder would open a door

you know you do not have a choice

you have to protect yourself

slinking slowly towards the door and positioning yourself so that the intruder will walk in with their back to you, you grasp the gun in your hand a little tighter with bated breath

the lock clicks open and you watch the knob turning to nudge the door open

your mind screams at you to run and hide as you fight every cell in your body to keep your feet rooted where they are

amongst the fogginess of fear clouding your brain, you have enough sense to wait for the perfect opportunity

…now.

with as much strength as your shaking hands can muster, you slam the butt of your gun against the intruder’s head

hongjoong’s phone vibrates in his hand and he answers the call within the first ring

but before he can even get so much as a word out, he hears your trembling whisper

“hongjoong, he- he’s here”

“shit,” hongjoong says at the same time wooyoung steps harder on the accelerator, “who? are you okay? are you safe?”

“oh no,” your voice becomes harder to hear as the phone slips further away from you, “he’s awake”

“we’re close, hang in there- fuck” hongjoong punches the side of the car door when your call cuts off

wooyoung doesn’t need to be told - he floors the car

the tyres squeal as they pull up to the street of the apartment, wooyoung having just barely turned off the ignition before the three of them are dashing in and bypassing the lift for the stairs

as they reach the door of your apartment, they see that it is nudged open

a sign that cues the three of them to immediately slip out their guns

with hongjoong at the front, they barge in and point their guns at the figures in the living room

“move and i’ll blow your fucking brains out,” he commands

“hongjoong?”

said man falters

that’s not your voice

“the fuck?”

of all things he was prepared for, this was not one of them

because seonghwa is in the living room

sitting on a chair nursing a very bruised head with a sorry bag of frozen peas pressed to it

but it is very much seonghwa, alive and kicking

something on hongjoong’s face must show how much he wants to skin the man and feed him to the sharks because seonghwa grimaces and makes a very poor attempt to break the tension

“surprise?”

wooyoung loses it and keels in on himself with laughter

seonghwa gestures weakly with the hand that is not holding the bag of peas at the inconspicuous paper bag sitting on the kitchen counter, which is looking slightly sad and saggy after he quite literally crumpled on top of it, “i bought donuts?”

when hongjoong exhales the longest sigh known to mankind, pinching the bridge of his nose, you completely understand how he feels

“they’re shaped like reindeers and elves…they’re limited edition…” seonghwa’s voice trails off and you see him visibly wilt like a sunflower in a cave

because as much as he knows and is sorry for making you and the gang worry, he had rushed to line up at that donut shop you have recently fallen in love with because he thought surprising you with the cute christmas donuts would make you smile

well, surprise you he did

it’s not everyday you knock out an intruder, only to find out that it’s actually your boyfriend

“i’m sure they are very cute, hwa,” you tenderly replace his hand on the makeshift ice pack so that he can rest his arm, “thank you”

and you really do mean it

seonghwa perks up at your words and snakes his arm around your waist, tugging you closer until you are basically sitting on his sturdy thigh

he looks haughtily at the other three men, “at least somebody appreciates them”

and then he lets out a yelp as his hands scramble to catch his forgotten phone that hongjoong has tossed at him

“i’ll let you off the hook this time, park seonghwa, but only because it’s christmas and i have better things to be doing. we all do,” the leader makes a move with yeosang and wooyoung to leave

but he seems to think better of it because hongjoong whips around to make one last biting remark

“they better be some fucking good donuts, the best fucking donuts you’ll ever eat”

you and seonghwa dissolve into giggles once the door slams shut behind the trio

“how’s your head feeling now?” you take the bag of peas off and gingerly touch the red bump

“much better,” his eyes twinkle, “all it needs now is your kiss”

you blatantly turn your nose into the air and stand up to grab the bag of donuts, “no kisses. that’s for scaring me”

he grumbles indignantly under his breath like a five year old; nose scrunched up, lip jutted out

you laugh, presenting the bag to him and watching as his demeanor immediately brightens

“well, let’s find out if these are the best fucking donuts we’ll ever eat”

seonghwa opens the bag excitedly, having made it very clear that he wanted to do the honours and present them to you

but then he freezes, mouth opening to form an ‘o’

and then his shoulders sag once more

seonghwa wails

and it all makes sense when you peer into the bag

“the donuts are all squished!”

yunho

“J, can you take a look at my sniper? i think something’s wrong with the scope”

you dog-ear the page of the file you’re scanning through to look up at yunho

“i’m pretty sure i know the least about scopes out of everybod-”

“cause i can’t seem to take my sight off you,” he waggles his eyebrows at you with an overly-smouldering gaze as he leans oh so casually against the doorframe

you swallow the insult that is about to leave your mouth, instead, undoing the dog ear and dutifully continuing from where you left off

unfazed, yunho steps closer towards your table with an excited bounce, “want to see my gun? i’ve got a pretty big one”

you hum, “i’ve seen it plenty times, nothing new”

his eyes crinkle at having received a reaction, which spurs him on further

yunho leans down a little into your space so that you are forced to look up at him, “then can i put my gun in your holster?”

you finally laugh at the crudeness of his words and you hate that he looks utterly pleased with himself

(you don’t really hate it, but you know that he loves flustering you)

(you can pretend if it’s for him)

“remind me again why you’re my boyfriend?”

“cause i shoot my load into you,” he flirts, complete with a wink, finger guns and then a flying kiss that you pretend to snatch out of the air and slam against the ground

immediately, he looks like a puppy whose tail you have just stepped on, so you reach out for his hand and tug him closer with another laugh, turning your body so that you can bury your face into his stomach and wrap your arms around his waist

one of his arms naturally slides over your shoulders to encase you, his other hand running through your hair the way he knows you like it

“what do you want, you big puppy,” your voice comes out muffled

yunho may have claimed you as the J to his PB, but you think he is better nicknamed BP than peanut butter

BP as in Big Puppy

“i miss you,” he admits

you pull away and shake your head, “you see me every day, yunho. we work together”

“yeah, and i’m sick of work cockblocking us,” he says with finality

yunho swipes your files to the side in one smooth motion, clearing the table as he easily lifts you by the waist to perch you on the edge

you barely have time to complain about the files until he is pressing his lips against yours

“i miss you,” he repeats when you break apart to take a breath, “and it’s christmas. relax”

“you talk too much,” you say, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for another kiss

his large hands settle on your waist, just below the hem of your shirt

your back arches from sensitivity when the fingers of his right hand slip under your shirt and slowly trail upwards towards your chest

his other hand snakes behind you to splay across the pretty arch of your back

you loop your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair for purchase

a stuttered moan escapes your lips when he shifts and his thigh brushes against your core

“you like that?” yunho grinds his thigh against you once more, eyes dark as he watches your face contort with pleasure. “bet you’d like to ride my thigh until you cum”

you’re about to hook your legs around his waist when there’s a yell from the doorway

yunho immediately retracts his hands and you rush to tidy the appearance of your top, both of your heads snapping towards the door

wooyoung is there, body already turning back the way he came from with a hand blocking his own view, “can you guys get a room or close the door at least?”

“or you can stop walking in on us,” yunho suggests with a red face

but the younger is already out of earshot, too busy prancing through the rest of the base announcing, “PB&J are fucking in the office again, nobody disturb them!”

yunho rubs the tips of his flushed ears and you pepper one final kiss along his jawline before you bend down to pick up the scattered files from the floor

“don’t tell me you’re going to read your stupid files again,” he groans

“well, reading these stupid files happen to be direct orders from hongjoong,” you retort

“then good thing i’ve already asked him for permission to take you out today”

he snatches the file from your hand and tosses it haphazardly onto the table, quirking an eyebrow teasingly

“what do you mean?”

yunho grabs your hand, leading you towards the door as he tells you excitedly, “let’s go on a date”

and that’s how you find yourself wrapped up in yunho’s coat over the thin sweater you slipped on because nobody told you that you’d be fucking freezing your ass off on the open rooftop of a building on christmas night

it had taken all but three seconds of stepping out onto the rooftop for a shiver to descend through your body from head to toe

“this is a date?” you had groused

yunho had then immediately taken off his coat to wrap around your shoulders as he made a pleased noise of affirmation

“then do tell me why you took your sniper along,” you sniffle a little, compliantly allowing yunho to button you up. “you want me to tell you how sexy you look while you shoot someone through the head?”

yunho grins down at you

“you think i’m sexy when i snipe people?”

you roll your eyes at his selective hearing

(you think he’s always sexy)

at your playful shove, he reaches into his pockets to pull out a pair of earplugs for you

“put them in,” he tells you before you can even ask what they’re for

when you make no move to do so, he gingerly tucks your hair out of the way so that he can put the plugs into your ears

watch me, he gestures with his hands

and then he is perching along the edge of the rooftop, setting up his sniper in front of him and adjusting the scope as he looks down the sight into the far distance

you watch as he applies pressure to the back of the rifle with his broad shoulder, as his slender fingers curl around the trigger, as he closes one eye and exhales a slow breath

then he shoots

you think that he is going to get up and finally tell you what he is doing, except he pulls the bolt back to chamber a new bullet and adjusts the angle of his rifle

and then he shoots again

you catch yourself staring at the veins running across the back of his hand and the way his finger flexes around the trigger

because you know all too well how it feels for his finger to flex in…other places

you lose count of how many times yunho pulls the trigger - at one point, he even reloads a magazine

he has almost finished the second round of bullets before he finally appears to be satisfied, scrambling up and dusting off his knees

with an eager tug once you have taken out your earplugs, he brings you to his sniper that he has left in its place on the floor

“look through the scope!”

you are careful to ease yourself down into a mimic of yunho’s earlier pose, knowing that even the slightest of nudges can displace the target by miles

hovering behind you, he shifts from foot to foot, waiting for you to see it

and when you do, your eyes nearly fall out in surprise

“yunho!” you exclaim, unable to fathom what you are seeing

because yunho has shot a fucking heart shape made out of bullet holes into the side of an abandoned building

“is this meant to be romantic?!”

contrary to your tone, you don’t think you have ever found your deadly 6’1” sniper boyfriend to be more endearing than now

he preens with the widest smile on his face, “yeah!”

you stand up with a matching smile of your own and step closer to pull him into a hug

“i don’t think i’ll be forgetting about this christmas for a while”

“you better not forget about it ever,” he threatens with a harmless tickle to your side

“thank you,” you tell him sincerely, “i love you”

he peppers your face with kisses, “i love you too”

distantly, you hear the sound of sirens, no doubt the sound of gunshots having been reported

“i guess that’s our cue,” he grins, stepping away from you and slinging the sniper over his shoulder

“our cue to do what?” you allow him to lace his fingers through yours

“our cue to fucking leg it”

and so with his hand warmly encasing yours, laughter bubbling out of your chests and cheeks flushing as the first flakes of snow start to fall, you both make a run for it

yeosang

“get some napkins, snacks, cooking oil and maybe a couple of drinks if you can carry it all”

you listen while seonghwa lists off the things you need to get from the shops for the christmas party

it’s nothing huge - just a get together between you, your older brother, hongjoong, and the rest of the ateez gang

yeosang sidles up to you to ask, “ready to go?”

as you smile with a nod and lean into him, hongjoong narrows his eyes from where he’s sitting on a chair

it seems like the two of you have gotten quite…close recently

not that you two weren’t already close before

and granted, hongjoong was the one who raised hell to ensure yeosang followed you everywhere as your bodyguard

except you and yeosang are getting a little too chummy for his liking

but then you’re giving seonghwa a quick goodbye peck on the cheek and you are turning around to look at your brother with that damned smile of yours to ask if he is coming along too, and hongjoong thinks that he’s just looking into things a bit too much

“yeah,” hongjoong gets up from his seat, “let’s go”

once your little trio makes it to the mart, you decide to divide and conquer the items on seonghwa’s shopping list

you’ve just grabbed a packet of napkins when someone suddenly tugs you down one of the aisles

the squeal of surprise that comes out of you quickly turns into an exasperated laugh seeing that it’s just yeosang

he’s looking at you with his sparkling eyes and expectant smile

“you’re hopeless,” you tell him because you know exactly what he wants

“hopelessly in love,” he corrects you, still waiting with an eager expression

you hiss his name and frantically look around to make sure your brother isn’t around before you relent and press a chaste kiss against the corner of his lips

yeosang immediately blushes and tries to hide the smile on his face like he didn’t literally just kidnap you into a shopping aisle demanding for kisses

you always find his bashfulness endearing though, so you rest your hands on his shoulders to balance on your tiptoes and quickly pepper several more kisses over the apples of his cheeks, the tip of his nose and the sharp of his jawline

“i don’t think santa needs rudolph this year,” you tap his nose affectionately, “you’re much brighter”

as you watch yeosang grow even redder at your statement, you wonder how this is the same man who will move heaven and earth to protect you

“y/n? yeosang?”

hongjoong’s voice is frighteningly close and you’re pretty sure he is just in the next aisle over

grabbing the first thing that you see, you clutch the item and the napkins to your chest and walk out to meet your brother

“there you two are,” hongjoong frowns, “what took you two so long?”

you reach out and touch his elbow in apology, “sorry, joong. i needed help finding the plastic plates”

except hongjoong doesn’t think you two are very sorry at all, because not only did he pay, but the backpack stuffed full with the shopping bags is now on his back

“why am i carrying the backpack,” he complains, looking at you and yeosang already mounted on the latter’s motorbike

yeosang smiles innocently and jerks his head back in your direction, “i’ve already got a cute little backpack”

“well that cute little backpack also happens to be my sister so shouldn’t she sit behind me- hey!”

you press yourself closer against yeosang’s back, both of you breaking out into laughter as he revs his bike and leaves hongjoong behind in the dust

your brother flips the bird at your backs, grumbling colourfully under his breath as he twists the throttle on his own motorbike to catch up to you two

and for someone who prides himself in being an observant mafia boss, it takes hongjoong many, many days to belatedly realise that plastic plates were never even part of the shopping list

yeosang gently takes your helmet from out of your grasp and tames an unruly strand of your hair that has become ruffled as you two walk back inside, bypassing seonghwa hanging a wreath on the front door

the eldest watches you two for a moment, seemingly in thought, before he picks up something else to hang up

that’s how, when hongjoong arrives a few minutes later with the shopping, he runs into seonghwa fixing mistletoe to the doorframe of the kitchen

“mistletoe?” hongjoong questions as he places the bags onto the countertop, “the fuck for?”

seonghwa shrugs vaguely, “the couples”

“the only couple i see is the couple of losers over there”

hongjoong stares pointedly into the living room, where san is starting to wriggle under the weight of the ornaments balancing on the top of his head and shoulders and hanging off his ears and fingers, courtesy of wooyoung who is currently yelling out stay still!

except the ornaments all come tumbling off in a flurry of movement when yunho thunders past them, mingi in tow

“snowball fight!!”’

it’s not snowing heavily but there’s a layer of snow thick enough for all nine of you to stumble outside in glee

and as it turns out, yeosang is very serious about his job as your bodyguard

even during snowball fights

jongho and yunho have formed some sort of alliance, so by an unspoken agreement, pretty much everyone else has teamed up in hopes of defeating the formidable pair

(no one’s entirely sure which side mingi is playing for, but he’s having fun scooping handfuls of snow and dumping them onto people, which is all that matters)

hongjoong is busy fending off wooyoung’s snowballs - another person who has broken the unofficial alliance - so yeosang stays close to you

he alternates between adding fresh ammo to your snowball pile and blocking any snowballs that are thrown around

it doesn’t matter if they’re thrown in your direction or not; if yeosang sees a snowball, then he is ready to keep it far, far away from you

somehow, amidst all the chaos, yunho manages to unearth a whole slab of snow that is still intact

he cackles evilly as he lifts it above his head and hurls it somewhere into the centre of the whole group

now, the deadly snow slab is nowhere even close to landing on you

but again, yeosang takes his job as your bodyguard - and boyfriend - very, very seriously

he makes a dive in your direction to take the hit and the angels up in heaven blow their trumpets in celebration when he knocks you over instead and you two fall into the snow together

he lands on top of you, arms bracing himself as he encases your frame underneath him

you’re a little winded - the breath has been knocked out of you, you want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, and also yeosang looks extremely stunning

you can see every single snowflake that has fluttered down and clung onto his long lashes and soft hair, and it certainly doesn’t help that he’s looking at you with the most tender eyes

“merry christmas,” he murmurs with a smile, “i love you”

the sounds of snowballs breaking and consequent screeches mute themselves into the background, the crystal petals falling from the sky blurring in slow motion as yeosang dips down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss

one of his hands cradles your face gingerly as you sigh into the kiss, almost as if he is afraid you will melt and seep into the snow

jongho is about to take the opportunity to pelt yeosang’s exposed back with snowballs, but pauses his deadly pitch when he sees that the older is actually a little…preoccupied right now

he realises very quickly that not only have you two caught his attention, but you’ve also managed to grab hongjoong’s attention

said man squints his eyes at who he thinks is yeosang and…you?

you’re both awfully close together in a heap on the ground and hold the fuck up are you two kissing?

right before hongjoong can rub his eyes and take a closer look, a snowball is smashed to smithereens against his face

hacking snow out of his mouth, he searches furiously for the culprit, eyes landing on jongho who is staring right back at him with his hand still pitched forward from throwing the snowball

why jongho looks flustered, hongjoong has no idea

but it’s not like hongjoong can take on the younger anyway so he chooses to ignore the snowball and looks back in your direction

…where you and yeosang are both lying on your backs making snow angels

hongjoong frowns, rationalising that the kiss had just been a glitch in his imagination

because surely he would’ve noticed ages ago if you and yeosang were indeed dating

seeing as the leader shrugs it off and drops to the ground to shovel an enormous snowball with renewed vigour, jongho lets out a sigh of relief

that is

until wooyoung very helpfully points out, “why are yeosang’s lips all glossy”

you and yeosang freeze mid-snow angel

like zombies in a horror film, you and yeosang slowly sit up with unease creeping through your bodies as you both look towards your brother

his back is turned, body eerily still

most of the other members have also frozen, snowballs still clutched in their hands as their knowing pupils waver

then mingi also helpfully tacks on, “it looks like he kissed y/n or something”

at his words, hongjoong’s arms start to move again

he does not turn around yet, simply hums and says, “interesting”

yeosang nudges you with an elbow and theatrically whispers, “if we leg it right now, do you think it will notice”

it starts to stand up from its crouching position

“...i think it will, yeo”

hongjoong finally turns around and you can see that, similar to yunho not too long ago, he is carrying a huge slab of intact snow in his hands

what’s different is that hongjoong is most definitely not smiling

you have a feeling that he is going to be putting a new definition to snowball fight

hongjoong approaches with his snow weapon

“snowballs?” he shakes his head mockingly with a frighteningly blank expression

“after today,” his gaze drops down pointedly towards yeosang’s nether region, “no balls”

san

you don’t need to rely on your past experience working in an underground casino for you to know what the odds of your current gamble are

you are a mouse walking into the lion’s den

the last time you were with crescent - the mafia gang you had been brought into and was supposedly your family for almost a decade - you were wrongfully accused as being a traitor and had nearly lost your life

now here you are, walking back into crescent’s base with your own two feet just a mere few weeks later

and yet, you are not afraid

your former gang does not know, but tonight, you are the dealer of this poker game

minsu, crescent’s mob boss, leers at the sight of you entering the small building

they do not have many affiliates, having kept their numbers small over the years, but most of them have gathered together for drinks tonight

you already knew this, though

you have chosen to confront them on christmas for a reason

“ahh, merry christmas, darling,” minsu drawls saccharinely, “has santa answered my wishes for a personal slut?”

his words do not register in your ears when your eyes involuntarily flit over to the back of the room

there’s a face sitting in the corner that haunts you

the day you were labelled a traitor, you had been accompanying your capo to make a trade deal with a relatively new gang

the boss of the gang who is currently sitting in the same room as the rest of crescent, comfortable smirk on his face like he wants to show you that he is where he belongs

you realise now that it was a set-up all along

there was no deal to be made and there was no emerging gang

it was - is - crescent against you

looking back at minsu now, you address him, “why did you betray me”

he pretends to look appalled, one hand perched daintily against his chest as his jaw drops

“we saw the way you were getting closer to choi san of ateez,” he spits out san’s name, “and after you betrayed crescent during the trade, you ran pathetically to his doorstep like a damsel in distress, which only proved our suspicions”

he states it so believably, as if your loyalty wavered and led to your own inevitable downfall

it’s all bullshit though

you and san have never interacted outside of the negotiations your gangs made with each other

without anywhere to go after crescent had backstabbed you, only then had you sought san’s help

“so what are you doing back here, darling?” minsu stands up

he stalks closer towards you with fake pity plastered across his face, “to beg for forgiveness? to beg for us to spare your little boyfriend’s life?”

the flicker of fury inside of you is quickly growing into an inferno at minsu’s mocking tone

but before it starts to consume you, a new voice enters the fray

“i don’t think we’ll be the ones begging by the end of the night”

a figure steps in and you hear the sound of metal buckles scraping against the ground as a limp, bloodied body is also dragged along

the person comes to a stop beside you before they toss the body in their grasp carelessly to one side

the familiar lilt of their teasing reaches you

“hey, sweetheart”

the inferno inside you smothers itself out at their words

“choi san,” minsu snarls, hackles now raised at the unforeseen addition of his presence

the rest of crescent also seem to become restless, shifting on the edge of their seats or making a move to stand up

because they’re not foolish

they know san’s reputation for ruthlessness, particularly when someone has wronged him

and by extension-

more footsteps resound behind you

-the rest of ateez

you may be a mouse walking into the lion’s den

but when you have poachers behind your back, it becomes your den

minsu’s face finally drains of all blood when he realises the deep shit he has landed himself in

and so do several others, it seems

you wince slightly in embarrassment when a handful of his men scramble up from their seats and push past the ateez members surrounding you to run out of the building

for a moment, no one dares to breathe as they watch you and ateez with trepidation

san simply raises a brow as his eyes narrow with disinterest

the sounds of the cowards’ feet striking the pavement once they make it out onto the street are suddenly replaced by the crack of gunshots and the distinct thump of flesh falling to the ground

from somewhere up high, yunho chambers another bullet as he stares down the scope of his sniper with impassivity

“anyone else want to give that a try?” san taunts

no one answers

hongjoong finally emerges from the flanks and almost immediately, the already-frigid atmosphere drops another several degrees

“a gang of members who have no qualms betraying their own will only end up destroying themselves eventually,” he calmly approaches minsu, who shuffles backwards in response

hongjoong continues, “as much as crescent isn’t worth my time, i don’t really feel like waiting for that day to come”

before anyone can react, he swipes a glass bottle from one of the tables and swings it across minsu’s head

the latter stumbles backwards in shock with a hand flying up to stem the blood flow coming from his temple

ateez do not need a further command

all at once, the members jump forward bloodthirsty for vengeance, save for san, who grabs a chair that mingi has quite literally tossed a person off and brings it over for you to sit on

he winks as he quips, “we’ll probably be on santa’s naughty list this year, but maybe if you just watch you’ll get away with it, sweetheart”

san knows you can hold your own in a fight, but he also knows that your ribs are still sore and bruised

so he waits until you sit with a laugh before he turns around to face the others

he doesn’t really care about most of the crescent lackeys

he knows hongjoong and the rest of ateez will wipe them out fine

who he really cares about is that bastard who pretended to lead the fake gang

and that motherfucker minsu

san is going to make them regret hurting you

san is going to make them wish they were never born

he advances towards them with deceptive calmness

minsu is slumped against a table, still licking at his wounds pathetically

he’s only alive because none of the members have bothered with him

san leaves him for the time being and takes out a dagger as he advances upon the nameless member who had duped you

easily evading the man’s frantic punch, san responds by slamming the hilt of his dagger against the other’s temple

the man goes crashing down and minsu tries to scramble away from them in fear

“i would cut your tongue off, since you spew so many fucking lies,” san grips the man’s jaw hard enough that his fingers turn white, “but i don’t want to touch your filthy mouth”

instead, san drags the dagger across the gang member’s throat

blood rapidly gurgles out of the wound as the man’s fingers make futile attempts to grasp san’s hands, but very quickly, he attempts to stem the blood flow instead

but a fence can only hold a dam back for so long

san shoves him aside and lunges for minsu

“your turn,” san smirks

whipping out his pistol, san flicks the safety off and shoots minsu’s hand as the latter lets out a primal shriek of pain

san shoots again, this time at his other hand, once more, through his calf, once more, through his stomach

minsu swears to the high heavens in between wails and howls, begging for san to stop

“what did i say,” san places a foot on his stomach wound and pushes down, “it wouldn’t be me or my sweetheart begging tonight”

minsu’s animalistic cries are silenced with a final gunshot

san exhales and makes his way back to where you are still seated to reassure, “you’ll never have to worry about crescent ever again”

“thank you, san,” you sink into his embrace

you’ll thank the rest of ateez later, but for now, you focus on the man in front of you

“i said that i would protect you, didn’t i, sweetheart?”

he gathers your face in his hands and thumbs the round of your cheeks sweetly

you nod in his grasp, blinking up at him through your eyelashes

“i want to kiss you,” san suddenly confesses, “can i kiss you?”

a teasing smile tugs at your lips, “it’s christmas. shouldn’t you kiss me under a mistletoe?”

san looks up to check, as if he really thinks that a mafia gang’s base would have mistletoe hanging from the ceiling

when he confirms that indeed there is not, his eyes wander around the room for a substitute until something appears to pique his interest

you watch as he unsheathes another dagger from his belt and points it in the direction of minsu’s body

“i can cut his foot off,” san tells you with determination, “then we’d have a minsu-toe”

amidst the last of the fighting amongst the room, someone overhears and chortles at san’s words

“i can’t believe you,” you let out your own laugh

“so…” san beams, “is that a yes?”

“fuck the mistletoe,” you laugh as you pull him forward, “just kiss me already”

and kiss you he does

mingi

for the first time ever, you think you hate the snow

even if it’s christmas eve today and it’s the first snowfall of the year

you had been prepared for a peak in business at your little bar, the mist, but with the sudden onset of heavy snowfall and a rapid drop in temperature, you’ve barely had any customers

admittedly, you are used to slow business considering there is a much larger bar, the chilli peppers, just across the street

but not even your few, regular customers have shown up today nor for the past few weeks

you’ve scanned the outside of your bar several times already, each time unfruitful as you are met with an empty street save for the falling snow and soft glow of the streetlamps

sighing, you decide to look out once more before making yourself a mixed drink when you spot a figure walking up to your doors

your breath hitches when you recognise who it is

it’s him

the handsome stranger who, you suppose, is not really a stranger anymore

it has been almost two months since he first took refuge in your bar while being chased by another gang

his visits since have been rare and infrequent, but they will always span late into the early hours of dawn when he does

“hey,” mingi softly greets you as he steps into your bar, a shy smile adorning his face

your stomach flutters as you stand up from your stool, “mingi, hi, hey, i wasn’t expecting you to come today”

you internally cringe at your own words

you hope he doesn’t pick up on the connotation that you wait for him to come on other days

he peers around hesitantly at your words, “should i, uh, go?”

one of your hands reach out in his direction before you even realise what you’re doing

“no- i meant,” you lick your lips, “it’s a nice surprise”

mingi’s shoulders relax

“i heard some areas lost power because of the snow,” he starts to explain, “so i thought i’d come to check on you- your bar”

your heart grows warm at his seemingly nonchalant words

fighting back a blush, you gesture around your bar, “well, i still got power-”

just as it fizzles and dies

the steady hum of the heater in the background of your bar also halts, creating a world of both darkness and silence

startled, you jump slightly

you can hardly see him in front of you as your eyes struggle to adjust to the gloom, yet mingi’s hand naturally finds your searching ones

he slips your smaller hand into his, gently squeezing and rubbing a thumb over your knuckles as he soothes, “i’ve got you”

you let out a nervous chuckle, not because you feel awkward but because it feels so natural to be soothed by his touch, and he reciprocates with his own soft laugh

“well,” you look up at him, “looks like business is closed for the night”

his eyebrows knit together in concern, “are you sure? i can call someone to get your power back up and running. i know a person”

he scratches the back of his neck as he continues to ramble, “or they could probably fix your whole area…yeah that’s a better idea, wouldn’t want you getting singled out or anything”

you’re not sure whether to be endeared or to be impressed by his connections

“you can do that?!” you gawk

mingi blinks twice as if to say, you can’t?

laughing, you shake your head and pat his hand that’s still holding yours to tell him that it’s okay

“i wasn’t getting customers anyway,” you reassure

selfishly, mingi is glad that you weren’t busy

because it means that he can have you all to himself

“do you want to stay for a bit?” you offer, “it’s probably not safe to leave with all the snow”

mingi is a member of a mafia gang

snow is the least of his worries

but he nods solemnly in agreement anyway

he thinks that his heart cannot squeeze with any more fondness at your concern until you carefully tug him forward by the hand to lead him up the stairs at the back of your bar, murmuring that there’s another step and the doorway’s a little low

it doesn’t matter that you’ve seen him being pursued by other gang members, or that he smells like gunpowder and has a pistol hidden on him - you still look out for him and mingi has to fight the urge to pull you into a hug

instead, he grips your hand a little tighter under the guise of not knowing where he should be stepping

in reality, he wants to make sure that he can keep you steady should you be the one to trip

usually, when the power cuts out like this, you will simply bury yourself under your covers until you fall asleep

but it seems like it’s a common occurrence now - when mingi is by your side, sleep is easy to forget

so you take him to the small room you’ve leased above your bar and it is as though you have both rediscovered the innocent joys of life

hushed giggles are shared as you rifle through your storage and take turns lighting up the stubborn candles you have found

you nudge him as he nudges you back over where to scatter the candles around the room for maximum brightness, both of you falling into another bout of laughter when a particularly hard nudge ends up snuffing the candles in your hands

mingi takes out his phone and creates a playlist of cheesy christmas songs that he lets run in the background

grabbing your hands, he twirls you around the cramped space of your living room as you flush with joy

you shyly let him lead you through his silly little dances, but very quickly, you are both spinning and jumping and swaying barefoot to the music as the candle flames flicker in tandem all around you

the excitement teeters off slowly as the playlist transitions to slower instrumentals and you realise that without the heating on, your room is starting to become freezing

mingi is first to notice, attuned to the way a quick shiver racks your body

“come here,” he says, arms already moving before he can think better of it

he grabs the blanket that covers the back of your small couch and throws half of it over himself, one arm extending the rest of it so that he can wrap it around your form too

mingi slowly rubs his hands up and down the sides of your arms as he shuffles the two of you over to sink down onto the couch

you have to remind yourself to keep breathing, even as his every touch leaves behind a trail of goosebumps and electricity

“better?” he asks after a while

untrusting of your voice, you nod instead whilst clearing your throat, trying not to chase the feeling of his embrace when he retracts his arms from around you

silence falls upon you two

it’s not uncomfortable

but with the lack of noise to distract you, you are acutely aware of his close proximity and the warmth that he emits from your side

“it’s pretty, isn’t it,” he muses, gaze focused on the falling snow outside the window

“it is…”

…with you here

“you know what they say about the first snowfall of the year?” he nudges you softly

you chew on your bottom lip

shyly, you offer, “that if you confess your love it becomes true,” at the exact same time mingi says-

“that you shouldn’t eat the snow for the first hour or two”

you quickly cough and splutter out a question to cover up your statement, “h-how come?”

“the snow absorbs all the bad stuff in the air when it first falls”

the grin on his face makes you think that he may have heard your answer after all

slightly embarrassed, you avert your gaze and fumble for something to say

mingi saves you though

he points at the clock that has just ticked past midnight

“merry christmas, y/n,” he says tenderly

“merry christmas, mingi”

you relish in the moment, not wanting this night to end

“did you have anything you wanted for christmas?” you ask him

he hums in affirmation, slowly mulling over his next words before he answers, “there was someone i wanted to see”

he’s looking ahead, and from where you’re sitting next to him, shoulders brushing with each slight movement, the warm glow of the candles accentuates the sharp slopes of his side profile

you’ve noted this before, but in this moment mingi is beautiful

“did…did you get to see them?” you’re unsure why you’re holding your breath in anticipation

he doesn’t answer straight away

there’s a beat of silence

then he’s slowly turning his head with a gentle smile

“yeah,” he breathes out, looking at you with his soft, round eyes, “yeah, i did”

with your rosy cheeks and bashful expression, mingi cannot help himself

he confesses

“and i still am”

wooyoung

wooyoung very naturally reaches across the counter with the barcode scanner so that he can align the laser with your id badge

he hums happily as your employee discount is applied to the bag of chips he is purchasing

at this point, you don’t even bat an eye

he has long made himself at home in your convenience store whenever you work the night shift

“so,” wooyoung says as he finishes ringing up the price, “why are you working on christmas eve?”

you tilt your head, confused

“why shouldn’t i be working on christmas eve? and why aren’t you working? don’t you need to manage all your lackeys at the boxing rings?”

“no? because it’s christmas eve? everyone takes the week off,” he frowns as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world

you didn’t realise the mafia celebrated christmas too

apparently you say that out loud, because he is suddenly crossing his arms

…a little too defensively for you to take him seriously

“i didn’t know you were the mafia police,” he grumbles, “you gonna pull out a handbook and tell me that section 3.2 bans christmas for the mafia?”

you chuckle as you attempt to appease the childlike fire in his eyes, “sorry, you guys just seem like-”

you think better of your words and pause

“seem like what?”

“nothing”

“what? tell me what you were going to say!”

he pounces on you, attempting to bite your forearm as you squeal and relent

“you guys seem like the type to beat santa up, not celebrate his existence”

he stares at you

you stare at him

“you have three seconds to run,” he tells you

and run you do

filled with glee, you dash out from behind the counter and weave through the narrow aisles in a circle, wooyoung hot on your heels with his own matching shrieks

you both collapse in a fit of uncontrollable laughter when he suddenly switches direction and you end up running straight into his arms

sitting on the dirty floor of your convenience store during the quiet hours of night, your eyes teary from how hard you and wooyoung are laughing, you do not think there is a better way to spend your christmas eve

“i get paid almost double for working today,” you explain when you have both settled back behind the counter, sharing the bag of snacks he paid for earlier

you toss a chip in the air for wooyoung to catch as you continue, “plus, i can’t just take holidays when i want to”

it bounces off his forehead and he fumbles to catch it before it hits the ground

“why not?”

“because my boss won’t let me”

“oh. that’s it?”

“tHaT’s iT? shut the fuck up,” you shove a chip into his mouth as he sniggers

he excuses himself to make a quick call, so you take the opportunity to finish off the remainder of the snacks

hah.

this time, when he walks back in and sees the empty packet, he does bite you

and he makes you buy him another bag as compensation

(honestly, he should be buying you snacks because if you’re honest, you’re pretty sure he has enough money to buy your store and the whole chain)

you’re sharing the second bag of chips - read as: wooyoung being petty and hogging the snacks - when the store is suddenly plunged into dimness for a split second

you look up, blinking as you watch the lights flicker once, twice, and then completely die out with a fizzle

there’s still enough light coming from the frozen section as the standby generator kicks in for you to make out the inside of the store and wooyoung’s raised eyebrow

then the door chimes, alerting you to the arrival of customers

…or not-customers, you suppose

honestly, you should really be used to this by now

two men saunter in with shoulders squared like they own the place

you take one look at their balaclavas and the pistols in their hands and deduce that, “they wouldn’t happen to be some of your friends, right?”

wooyoung steps a little closer to whisper back, “nope”

“well, fuck. you going to do something about them or what?”

“are you kidding me? they’ve got guns”

“you’re part of the mafia. you’re telling me you don’t have one on you?”

he has the fucking nerve to flirt with you as he flexes his arms

“the only guns i got are these bad boys”

the men point their guns threateningly and wooyoung has the common sense to pipe down, both of you raising your hands cautiously

“get in the car,” one of them snarls

wooyoung moves after a split moment of hesitation, arms still raised as he walks towards the door

he looks back at you to see if you are following along, as if you two are taking a walk in the park and not being kidnapped at literal gunpoint

you’re going to roundhouse kick his head off once you make it out of this alive

his stupid gang better be real good at finding people

the kidnappers usher you and wooyoung into the back of a car, a very nice one you must say

it’s spacious and well-cushioned

at least the trip to whatever warehouse or abandoned building they take you to will be a comfy one

the door locks click and you hit the headrest behind you when the driver steps on the accelerator

“jesus christ! can you drive any faster?” wooyoung yells

you jerk your head sideways to look at him in horror

what is he thinking, provoking the armed men like that?

the man in the passenger seat must also share the same thought, because he whips his head around dangerously fast to stare at wooyoung

oh shit shit shit-

he raises a hand

he’s going to shoot wooyoung-

and pulls off his mask

“that’s not what you were saying when you called us 15 minutes ago, wooyoung”

“san?!” you screech in recognition

“hi again, darling,” san greets you with a sweet, dimpled smile, as if everything is okay

the driver also takes off their mask and he looks at you through the rearview mirror as he introduces himself, “hi, i’m mingi!”

you are absolutely incredulous

“you staged a whole fucking kidnapping for fun?”

wooyoung looks overjoyed, “so you can enjoy christmas eve!”

you’re not sure whether you want to laugh or cry at the ridiculousness of the situation

“you do realise the police are going to interrogate me, right?”

“don’t worry. jongho has connections with the police,” san reassures you

“what about the security footage?”

“hongjoong jammed the feed so there’s none,” mingi pipes up

“my boss is going to find out when he comes to check the morning shift”

“nah,” wooyoung waves away your concern this time, “he’ll be out of commission for a solid week or so”

now that catches your attention

sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose as you close your eyes and ask very calmly, “what did you guys do to my boss?”

wooyoung lets out a weak chuckle as he presses himself a little closer to the car door; a little further away from you

“yeosang may have, uh, knocked him out”

at your silence, he scrambles to redeem the situation, tugging at the end of your shirt for forgiveness, “we made sure to give your boss a pillow for his neck while he’s out cold!”

“you’re insufferable,” you tell him, starting to feel exhilarated from the whole situation

“just for you,” wooyoung puckers his lips teasingly

you sigh to conceal the smile that is starting to creep onto your face, but you are weak for him and he knows, so you don’t pull away when he laces his fingers through your hand

“merry christmas eve,” he beams at you

there’s the faint sound of someone gagging

wooyoung’s adoring gaze doesn’t leave you, not even as he kicks the back of san’s chair hard

you laugh, truly happy and free, “you know i’m still going to get fired for this, right?”

there’s silence

“well,” wooyoung contemplates

and for a split second, you think he is going to offer you a solution for the mess he made

but then again, what did you expect from wooyoung

“does this mean we get to spend christmas together then?”

jongho

jongho has one hand in the pocket of his slacks

his stance is relaxed, even as his other hand aims the gun at the police officers in front of him

they cower despite the abundance of money piled on the table before them and the stars and service strips that decorate their uniforms

after all, what use is dirty money and corrupt power in the face of death?

pathetic

their pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears

several gunshots ring out, followed by the thud of bodies dropping to the ground

elsewhere, you notice that it’s nearly time for you to clock out

it’s christmas eve and you are not spending a minute longer than you need to here in this hellhole

double checking that your badge is somewhere in your bag, you make a move to leave the police station when there is a sudden influx of noise

pagers beep, phones ring, voices shout

your ears perk up to catch the conversation and you hear the same few names leaving the lips of the police officers around you

the blood coursing through your veins freezes

because you know these names

these names have been burned into your brain, only recently, but still to the point where you can see them clearly whenever you close your eyes

they’re all officials in positions of high power, spending their days in air-conditioned offices and not actually doing anything apart from accepting bribes

but the thing that truly links them together - the secret that quite possibly, of the people in the station right now, only you’ve discovered through your connections - is that they are all involved in covering up the death of an officer five years ago

your father’s death

jongho and his gang have made sure that your father’s murderer has paid the price with his own life-

“all killed?!” you hear the police of chief gush with disbelief

-as have the corrupt officers who buried your father’s case, so it seems

a sense of calm settles over you

the clock tells you that it’s now three minutes past the end of your shift

the news is not a bad note to end on before your two-day christmas break

you sling your bag over your shoulder while the rest of the officers continue to speculate with nervous energy

the police force had no qualms turning their back on you years ago, so neither do you on them

you leave

when you make your way home, back to the modest apartment you now share with jongho, you are greeted by the smell of a cooking meal and the warmth of the blasting heater

you enter the open kitchen whilst removing your scarf

jongho is there in his suit, his coat slung over the back of a chair, tossing an assortment of diced vegetables into a pot of boiling soup

his sleeves have been rolled up to his elbows and you feel your throat go a little dry when the muscles along his forearm flex as he holds up the chopping board

you notice there are streaks of dried blood across his sleeves

and you would be concerned about the blood if this weren’t such a common occurrence

you know now that it’s never his own

when he notices your quiet presence, jongho turns to look at you the same way he always does whenever you come home from work

like he can never quite believe that you’re here with him after so many years apart

he greets you, smiling with anticipation, “did you like my christmas present?”

your mind flashes back to the frenzied panic at the station just earlier

“that was you?”

the smirk you receive is more than enough of an answer to your question

“you didn’t have to, jongho,” but despite your words, you walk over appreciatively into his outstretched arms

“of course i did,” he shushes you with a deep kiss as his arms wrap around you tightly. “nobody messes with my girl”

his words send a hot rush right through your body

the corner of his lips quirks as he feels you squirm a little in his hold

“cop or not,” he nudges your head to the side so he has easy access to nip at your throat, “you’re mine to protect”

you fist the front of his shirt in an attempt to hold back a needy whine, instead, letting out a shaky breath that does little to hide how affected you are

in a last-ditch effort to take control of the situation, you take a step back and reach into the side pocket of your uniform to pull out your handcuffs

“too bad this cop is going to arrest you for murder,” you joke

jongho cannot help but smile at the cocky facade you put on when your cheeks are so clearly flushed

he brings his wrists together in front of him and offers his hands to you

“are you going to frisk me too, officer?”

when you swallow, now silent, jongho continues, “i might be armed with something that could…destroy you”

a shiver of excitement runs through you and it doesn’t go unnoticed

he steps forward to close the gap between you both, one hand reaching for the handcuffs hanging loosely from your grasp

jongho pauses when his fingers touch the cool metal, waiting for you to look at him properly

you see his eyes darting between your own as he searches for any signs of discomfort or hesitation

can i?

you let go of the handcuffs so that they are in his hold alone

yes

his gaze turns predatory almost immediately

“my turn,” he rasps lowly

he flips you around so that you face the kitchen counter, grabbing your arms and holding them behind you

you are pliant under his touch, but you cannot deny that it turns you on when he is a little rougher with you

jongho cuffs your wrists together and he waits as you tug on them experimentally

you feel the flutter of his fingertips dancing around where the metal surrounds your wrists

“is this okay?” he asks, voice gentle again

you reassure him, “yeah, more than okay,” before you emphasise your words by grinding your ass back against him

he tuts with a chuckle as he stands steady behind you, allowing you to use his rapidly-hardening cock for stimulation while his hands rest on your waist

it’s not enough though

“touch me, please,” you breathe out

“please, who?” he teases, hands sliding up and down your sides but never adding any pressure

your thighs clench because you know exactly what he wants

“please, officer,” you beg

“see, that wasn’t so hard,” jongho whispers right into your ear

the buttons on your uniform blouse are suddenly undone and in one swift motion, he yanks your bra down to expose your breasts

his fingers find your nipples easily, familiar with every inch of your body, and you let out a gasp of pleasure when he pinches them

he pins your hips against the countertop with his own, clothed bulge pressing firmly into you

your cuffed hands scrabble to find purchase when he nudges your legs open with his thigh

but then all of a sudden, his heated touches and wandering hands disappear

the whine you let out at the loss of his presence is almost pathetic as you twist your head around to look for him

“give me a second, baby, i just need to,” he steps over to the bubbling pot of soup and twists the knob down on the stove, “adjust the fire”

you bend forward onto the countertop, exposing the wet patch that you are sure has started to show on the crotch of your pants

“jongho,” you start to beg again, “i want to cum”

“i know, baby, but i don’t want to burn our house down and i want to make sure i get to feed you dinner,” he strides back to you in two quick steps

“now that that’s sorted,” he turns your body around so that you’re facing him, “i think it’s time for my appetiser”

he swiftly tugs your pants and panties down, kneeling to tap on your ankles lightly, a silent request for you to step out of your clothes

he tosses them to one side before his hands come back up to grip either of your thighs so that he can spread your legs

you brace your cuffed hands against the edge of the countertop behind you

it’s not the most comfortable position to be in, but then jongho is using his fingers to spread your pussy apart and your ability to form any coherent thought leaves your body

he blows lightly on your clit, enjoying the way you flinch at the sensation

“look at you,” he drags a fingertip at an agonisingly slow pace through your folds, “already so wet when i’ve barely even touched you”

he holds you still when you try to grind down on his finger

“use your words, baby,” he grins up at you with a smug expression

“i need y-”

he cuts your words right off by attaching his lips to your clit, drawing out a strangled cry of pleasure from you

you feel the long-awaited stretch of your pussy as jongho foregoes one finger and plunges two digits straight into your hole

“fuck!” the curse slips out of you when he sucks and licks your clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers scissoring in and out of you

he curls a finger and your knees very nearly buckle from under you, your back arching as jongho groans against your pussy and continues to abuse the sensitive spot he has found

a pressure starts to build in your core

“i’m close,” you manage to choke out

you miss the moment jongho briefly removes his lips to glance to his side, replacing his mouth with a thumb to rub harsh circles against your clit, before he tells you, “not yet, baby”

“i can’t, jongho, please, let me cum,” you plead

“wait, hang in there a little longer. i know you can,” yet despite his words, he shoves his fingers up harder with renewed vigour

you almost sob from desperation, “wait for fucking what?! your dick isn’t even in me!”

“just a little longer, baby,” he reassures you as your thighs shake around him

you can’t do it anymore

you have to cum

you have to-

“cum,” he simply says, before reattaching his mouth to your clit

your orgasm rips through you and you cannot do anything but tremble and shudder under the administrations of his tongue and fingers

jongho holds you through it all, milking out your orgasm until its very last waves-

just as the timer on the stove goes off

“what the fuck?” you blurt out

your mind is still hazy from pleasure but you’re pretty fucking sure he just timed your orgasm with the stove

jongho licks his fingers with a brazen smile and then goes over to peer into his pot of soup

after he gives it a final stir, he turns the fire off completely and places a lid on the top to keep it warm

you watch, rendered speechless

except when he turns back around, you stay silent for a completely different reason

he eyes you hungrily as he strips his tie and unbuttons his dress shirt

“round two, baby”

he grabs your cuffed hands and guides you towards your shared bedroom, then fishes out the keys from your blouse

you welcome the feeling of jongho unlocking your handcuffs for a moment of rest

settling against the head of the bed, you watch as jongho fully sheds his shirt and lets it drop to the ground

he unzips his slacks and his cock springs free, the bulbous head a tantalising pink as he easily strokes himself to full erection

your pussy clenches desperately around nothing in anticipation and jongho watches your own arousal leak out

he gathers your wrists together once more and pins them above you, handcuffing you to the headboard as you completely submit to him

jongho leans over you and encases your smaller frame with his muscular build

his voice is low and teasing

“you have the right to remain silent,” he says as he aligns his girthy length with your entrance, “but i doubt you will”

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[ 6:35 PM | YUMI'S ROOM | YUHOON ]

tw: body shaming, unhealthy diet, yumi is told to loose weight ( in an unhealthy way ) when she was a kid, crying, cursing, yumi's mom is a horrible mom, pls lmk if i missed anything !!!

yumi was exhausted.

the reason for yumi's exhaustion wasn't the usual factors: practice, interviews, studio sessions, etc. it was her mother.

she had called to congratulate yumi on her magazine shoot with vouge korea, a dream of hers since she was a little girl. her call was surprising, considering the fact she never called for anything unless she needed money. but regardless, yumi answered the call in hopes of it not turning out like all their other phone calls: in a dispute.

“im only saying that you should loose a little weight, yumi.” her mother argumented from the other side of the phone, “you won't be hired for another magazine shoot if you keep putting on more weight.”

the younger sighed, running her hands through her hair, “i put on that weight intentionally, mom,” yumi explained, exasperated, “i was getting alarmingly skinny, it wasn't healthy.”

her mother grumbled, her words barely audible, “didn't you learn anything from the years you spent modeling? skinny is what sells best.”

in that moment, yumi felt like she was back at her old modeling agency. tears were streaming down her face as her agent screamed about how she hadn't lost the weight they had told her to loose.

“but i just can't loose it!” the 10 year old girl choked out between cries, “i've tried but nothing works, unnie.”

the woman scoffed, rolling her eyes, “well, try harder. i will be calling your mother to inform her about your inability to follow orders.”

“are you even paying attention to me, yumi?” her mother hissed, “i swear, you never pay attention to me when i speak.”

yumi snapped back to reality, realizing she had been suppressing her tears all while her mother went on her rant. her head was pounding from the force of keeping her tears from falling. the pain made her dizzy, she felt like she was going to faint at any moment.

“mom, i have to go. call you some other time.”

with that yumi hung up the call, quickly throwing her phone on her bed. she stared at it for a second, taking it all in. her eyes started to well up with tears, the sour memories of her agent screaming at her about her weight rushing into her mind.

yumi had suppressed those memories, so much so, they took her by surprise. the memories seemed so fresh in her brain, it was draining. she tried so hard to not let the tears fall, but the lump in he throat and her sped up heart beat made it increasingly difficult to do so.

“fuck-” yumi whispered as a single tear rolled down her cheek, “no, no, no-” she felt the tears start running down her face, she was breaking down.

her soft cries slowly started turned into sobs, increasingly getting louder. yumi slowly walked over to her bed, where she threw herself on. grabbing her teddy bear, she hugged it as a form of consultation but the tears wouldn't stop. her cries only got louder.

“yuyu?” a soft voice called out for from her bedroom door. the younger sat up in her bed, looking over to her door to see sunghoon. his eyes met her puffy ones and his face scrunched in confusion.

“what happened? why are you crying?” he questioned, quickly making his way over to her bed and taking a seat in front of her.

yumi knew couldn't say anything without a sob escaping her lips, but tried nonetheless, “my mom called.” she whispered, tears still streaming down her cheeks.

sunghoon's face went from confused to sad, a frown forming on his lips as he scoot closer to the girl, “oh, yuyu.” he whipped the tears from her cheeks and tucked that annoying strand of hair behind her ear.

he didn't have to hear what her mother said to know she had, yet again, body shammed yumi. it wasn't the first time she had called just to bombard her daughter with unnecessary comments about her body. sunghoon had been present the first time it happened, it was awful to see how degrading the comments were. when the call ended, yumi was close to tears and him, together with the other members, had to do damage control. but even though this wasn't the first time it had happened, she had never left her daughter sobbing.

yumi stared at the older boy for a second before collapsing on him, sobbing into his chest. he let out a small gasp, the action took him by surprise. he wrapped his arms around the girl, soothingly rubbing her back, “its okay, I'm here.”

he knew she would be crying for a while, he was mentally prepared to be there for a good while but he didn't mind. he just wanted for her to feel better, it broke his heart into a thousand pieces seeing her like this. he couldn't phantom the thought of her own mother telling her those comments, knowing it tore the girl down. he only hoped that his presence would help soothing, even if it wasn't much.

author's note ! feeling pretty proud of this !! thank you to @flowerjun for beta reading this 🩷

taglist ( open ) ! @seolboba, @flowerjun, @lost-leopard-beanie

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(18+) extra pov: domestic moments at 5:00 AM with Enji

genre: nsfw

minors do not interact

synopsis: what if instead of Rei, it was you who married Endeavor? early conversations with Enji.

I don't know how you do it, making love out of nothing at all

-Air supply

tags: @bootyholelicker @aw-crepes @tartly-sweet @ifyoulikeitiloveit @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @theroosterswife24 @ghostlyluminarycloud @acebakugo @itzyourgurlnihya @lynn-anonymous @animeaandp @rubinocore @mhashoswhore @includemeaspartofyourworld @nuttyninjacat @shadowzena43 @vtte @spicy-therapist-mom

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You stretch yourself on the bed as you wake up, pulling a muscle on your foot. The pain is instantaneous, resulting to your curled position. Are you that old? Getting cramps from a simple stretch? You couldn't contain the groan and whimper escaping from your lips. This wakes the sleeping giant beside you.

"...whuzwrong?" his voice sleepy and gruff.

"Foot cramps."

His eyebrows scrunched up and with eyes still closed, he sits up. His hand padded its way blindly to your thigh, squeezing for a second and he props up your leg to his lap. He attempts to grab your foot.

"Don't you dare—" you warned Enji.

His hand is large enough to make your feet small. He cradles your aching foot and gently flexed it. Relief flooded you. The pain seeped away. "This is new. Have you been wearing tight shoes?"

"No."

"...are you sure? Your feet size grew after you had Shoto."

The heat in his palms enveloped your foot and you sighed in contentment. "I'm sure."

"Maybe you're low on potassium, go see a doctor." He mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed. Enji placed both his palms on either side of your foot, gently pulling the right side of the foot forward while pushing the left side back, then left side forward and right side backward; he repeats the twisting motion, working his hands from ankle to toes.

"No, you go see a doctor. You're long overdue for a check-up too." You feel drowsy once more.

"It's Touya who needs a check-up. His new burns looked terrible despite the hero suit you invested in."

Your eyes narrowed. "What new burns?"

His eyes snapped open at his slip-up. The grimacing look he put on made the misplaced anger in you fade. Damn, this crusty old man. When did he get so adorable?

You looked heavenward and thought of your eldest. You never thought you'd consider about whooping his butt, but here you are. "What am I gonna do with Touya? Why can't he be moderate with his quirk."

"There are new heroes every day. Someone will be faster than Touya. Or wiser. Or stronger. He thinks he needs his chance in being Number One has a limited time window. It won't be long til he starts to feel the ache in his knees, feel the clunkiness of his movement, or notice how fatigue comes easy to him as he grows old. Since he was a kid, it didn't matter how much he bruised himself up to complete a day's training."

"Sounds like someone I know." You lift your arms up at him, inviting him to press himself into a hug.

His head rests on your chest while his arms lift your back so he could hug your waist. Your legs are apart to make room for him and then finally, he rolls his body with you lying on top of him.

"Fuyumi also worries me." Enji opens up; his hand is on your hip, the other on your back.

You look at your husband, propping your elbows up on his chest while your chin rests on your knuckles. "Why? Did something happen to Yumi??" Your forehead creased in worry.

"Don't you ever wonder why our daughter hasn't brought anyone for us to meet?"

"Like a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?"

"Yes." The grudge in that word did not go unheard.

You grin at his sour-puss expression. "One, you're very intimidating. Two, speak for yourself. How do you know I haven't met her special someone?"

"You did?"

"Well, not formally. There were no introductions. It was just me seeing them one time at the movies."

"You were at the movies without me?" His tone accusing.

"It was the time you left in the middle of our date." You sit up on his stomach, knees astride. You poke a finger at his chest. "You know I never watch a movie without you, there's no one to sleep with me."

His hands creep to cup your ass and you think none of it. You try not to. You and Enji are in your late 40s. You're in that weird phase where you try to second guess suggestive touches because of age. Will this lead to sex? Or not? You and Enji are a bit old so maybe not. Sometimes you and Enji don't feel like it but the habit sticks. It's comforting.

"You ever think of things we do while we go about our day?" asked Enji. He lifts you up a little for him to sit and he gets to makeout with you.

"All the time." You admitted, breaking away from his lips. You go back for more, your tongue felt small compared to Enji's.

"I'd be on patrol and remember your moans, or how wet you get grinding on my lap like right now." His kisses are controlled, not sloppy. For now.

You absentmindedly ground your hips on his thighs. Arms around his neck, a hand raking through his hair and the other scratching at the back of his neck. "I touch myself whenever..." You kiss his cheek, and proceeded to whisper in his ear. "But it's not enough— my fingers are too small and I miss you inside."

Enji has moved on to your neck while his hands pull your pajama pants along with your panties down to your ankles; you move a hand to wiggle them off. You thought wearing pajamas would help you and Enji refrain from sexual activities. It was a futile attempt.

"Can you imagine how warm and wet you are?" He suckled on a spot on your collarbone, stubbornly grabbing a bit of your skin to nibble. "What it does to me?" He palms your slit and the feel of his thick fingers that could just slip inside, gave you tingles. "It's a flood down here."

You bite the inside of your cheek, his smug smile makes you wanna smile too. "You started massaging my foot."

"Ah, so the noises you made were intentional." He pressed his lips on yours, his tongue winning and reaching the roof of your mouth.

You rub against his calloused hand wanting a finger to slip inside. When your silent plea is ignored, you push Enji down. Kissed his lips once, nails scratching from his chin, to his hears, down his neck, his furred chest to his stomach, edging the garter of his boxers. You tug his tank top upwards up to his chest. You smiled prettily, "Bet you make a noise before I'm done with you."

"Bet I could." Of course he won't back down.

You make him bite at his tank top and then proceeded to feel at his chest, the crisp curly hairs always felt good against your naked skin. You leaned down, laying kisses on his puffy pectorals. Kami, his chest looked bigger than yours. His nipples are tantalizing enough for you to bite and nibble.

His hand come up to his mouth to cover but you noticed. You raise an eyebrow at him.

Reluctantly, he brings it down and settle to gripping the sheets or a pillow.

His hard-on has been poking your ass so you settled your pussy on it directly, separated only by his boxers as you began to grind. Your hand trace lazy circles on his chest while you sucked at either nipples, the action addicting and rewarding with his hardening and squirming. The tip of his cock is peeking out of his garter and it felt so good against your cunt.

You rolled your hips chasing the feeling. He tugs down his boxers and fell into your rhythm, rubbing each other like a pair of horny teenagers.

It felt ridiculous. And forbidden. It made every sensation hotter. Even the noises. You stop grinding and you knew it almost made Enji groan in frustration.

You grab his shaft, smearing the precum on your entrance. Getting stretched out was something you savored these days and midway, Enji stopped you. He lifts you up and reached over the bedside table to grab the lube for his cock.

You're bombarded by mixed emotions. It stung your pride to need the lubricant but at the same time, your heart is soft and malleable because Enji remembered what the doctor said. "Fuck." Your eyes teared up.

His mouth lets go of his tank top. "What's wrong?"

"You know, I just—" You try to gather up your thoughts. "I don't blame you if you cheat on me for a younger woman. I don't want my body to stop making it feel good for you, but here I am."

Enji's arm is under your knees, and the other on your back, cradling you on his lap once more; you're very much aware of his lubed up, very much hard, dick pressing against your hips but he treated his lust unimportant and proceeded to kiss the side of your head. "You took it as that? For me, it stabs my pride to need lubricant. It's as seem like my skills is not enough to make you feel good as before."

"You're fine without the lube. It's me. I'm getting old and gets hurt without it for sex."

"Exactly. You'll be hurt without it. It's not like we can't fuck."

"Yeah, but isn't it a hassle for you?" You cross your arms, and let the tears flow freely. You wish you could wipe them away with the back of your hand but pretty sure the prototype humans on your hands would give you eye infection.

He chuckles and pressed another kiss on your hair. "It's pouring liquid on my dick, how much hassle could it be?"

"But it'd be easier if I was younger."

"Yes but I won't trade an old woman like you for a younger woman."

You slap his chest. "Hey!"

Enji laughs. Another kiss. "Fine. I won't trade my young wife for a much younger woman."

"I'm sorry for ruining the mood." You lean against his chest.

"You didn't ruin anything."

You give him a chaste kiss on the lips and then you put your weight against Enji so both you and him fall on the bed sideways. You press your ass at him and he slipped inside you, moving a little to bury his full length. He pressed himself closer, spooning you in his form.

"I have never imagined starting over with someone." Enji says after a few moments. "I cannot. To find someone new, or to break our marriage is the same as starting all over again. I cannot be without you."

You grab his hand and kissed the back of it. "Me too."

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AN: So sorry for edging you guys. This is your author speaking, I'm not stuck with you in this Endeavor hellhole. You're stuck with ME.

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mcverse · 8 months

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༘⋆✿ Wᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.1ᴋ

༘⋆✿ Tʏᴘᴇ: Oɴᴇʜᴏᴛ Sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ, Cᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ!Aᴜ

༘⋆✿ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ (ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ(?) ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ Yᴜᴜᴍᴀ, ꜱᴏғᴛ Yᴜᴜᴍᴀ (ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ), ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ

༘⋆✿ Sɪᴅᴇ Bᴀʀ: I ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ғᴀʀ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴅɪᴅ. Wᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ. Mʏ ғɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀꜱᴛ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴘʟꜱ!

༘⋆✿ Hᴏᴍᴇ

ᴘʟꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ: ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ 18+

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

"Damn..." you exhale in exhaustion as you place a box in the living room among the others. Yuuma follows, effortlessly juggling the last two boxes in both arms and closing the apartment door with his foot.

He positions the boxes beside yours and shakes his head, teasing, "You lifted, what, five boxes? Quit pretending like you did so much work." A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips when you shoot him a scowl.

"What's it to you? I'm exhausted. It took hours to get here. I don't have vampire-like abilities where I can skip sleep," you retort, turning away with a pout and settling beside the box you had placed earlier. "And out of all the places we could've gone, you pick this city."

If you could even call it a city. By your standards, it was far too small in comparison to the cities in America, but you didn't have the authority to dictate what qualified as one.

Yuuma clicks his tongue and approaches you, giving your hair a gentle tug to capture your attention. "We picked this place together, don't forget. A certain someone couldn't handle long-distance, so we made a compromise on Nakari University."

You groan and shut your eyes as the memory replays in your mind, causing you to cringe with secondhand embarrassment. It's the recollection of a particularly raw and emotional pillow talk with Yuuma.

It was perhaps that display of vulnerability that led to both of you deciding to attend the same college instead of going your separate ways for your bachelor's degrees.

Somehow, you had a feeling he'd never allow you to forget that.

"That's what I thought," he tease playfully in response to your silence, leaning down and catching you off guard with a quick peck on the lips. "Now, quit lounging around. The quicker we unpack, the sooner you can sneak in a nap."

You nod, smiling at him. "And a shower. I would really enjoy that."

He takes a sniff of the air, raises an eyebrow, and nods in agreement. "You've got that unmistakable scent of sweat."

You decide to dismiss his comment since nobody sought his agreement, and you're becoming tired of his teasing. Pointing out your scent isn't fair when he consistently carries the fragrance of Gardenias around him.

"Could you play some music? My phone's in my purse over there, and my mini speaker’s right next to it," you ask him, opting not to get up since he was already standing.

He complies without hesitation, effortlessly unlocking your phone because he knows the password, while simultaneously turning on the Bluetooth speaker. "Do you have a specific song, or should I shuffle?"

"Shuffle," you mumble, your mind already focused on unboxing the boxes within your reach.

He hums, starting to play your liked list and then proceeding to unbox the last two boxes he brought in. Amidst the melodies playing through the speakers, the sound of ripped tape on cardboard boxes could be heard quite loudly.

The speaker volume is evidently too low. Just as you're about to nag Yuuma to turn it up, you perk up at the instrumental of "What He Don't Know."

"Oh, this is my song! Yumi, crank up the volume!" you exclaim, pointing at your phone and snapping your fingers to prompt him. As he adjusts the volume and turns it up, your voice also rises as the lyrics begin.

"What a goofball..." he murmurs quietly as he leans against the wall, a soft smile on his face as he observes you singing your heart out at the highest volume. You sing so loudly that you forget about your task and wave your arms around, as if the lyrics resonate deeply within your soul.

“I want to make you do bad things that he can’t teach you, same places he can’t reach to!” you sing, bopping to the beat with enthusiasm.

Yuuma raises a brow at those lyrics, straightening up slightly as he shifts his attention more to the music than to you. What kind of song was this?

“We can play this dirty game, while he’s away, ain’t that why you came. You whisper in my ear soft and low, “ you pause a beat before matching the energy of the chorus, “What he don’t know won’t hurt him. Don’t know won’t hurt him, don’t know won’t hurt him.”

His eyebrows furrow now, his mind trying to piece together why you're vibing so easily to this song. It’s about cheating, and he’s wondering why you seem so into it. You're not a cheater, right? At least, not in anything but Monopoly, he thinks.

“Simple touch just enough, to tell me you like it rough. You say you want to leave him. Secrets always stay sweet and on the tip of your tongue, like a loaded—“

The song abruptly stops, making you snap your head towards the source. You find Yuuma holding your phone in a tight grip. However, his expression is inscrutable, and you can't tell how he's feeling right now. What you don't know is that Yuuma has heard enough, and he didn't like it, not one bit.

"I was listening to that!" you whine, slumping sadly as you shoot him a disapproving frown.

He ignores your complaint and instead shoots a question at you, "Since when did you start listening to songs like this?" He gives you an expectant look, his eyes piercing as he awaits your reply.

He wants to know.

"What? Recently. It's one of my new favorites," you reply, still puzzled by his reaction. Why was he so concerned about the song?

"Where did you hear it?" he fires off another question, his voice slightly strained, and his throat feeling dry.

He needs to know.

You shrug, rolling your eyes at his barrage of questions. "I don't know. I just can't stop listening to it on repeat."

Yuuma wasn't pleased with your answer. His mind raced, thinking that you must have heard the song in a social setting where he wasn't present. Why else would you be listening to a song like this?

He gazes at you for a moment before a smirk slowly creeps onto his face, and he starts walking toward you, each step filled with playful taunts. When he reaches you, you're gazing up at him with a doe-eyed expression, and he can't help but find it amusing. You look just like caught prey.

"Is there someone I should be worried about?" he teases, his hand gently tilting your chin upward as he encourages you to stand up to your full height.

You were left speechless, to say the least. Yuuma's teasing was usually light-hearted, but this time, there seemed to be an undertone to it. The only occasions he got like this were when he was upset or in a bedroom mood.

It left you even more puzzled. What had you done in such a short time to agitate his nerves? And if that wasn’t the case, why did he suddenly seem turned on?

"Don't make me repeat myself," Yuuma prods at your silence, taking a step forward. In response, you take steps back until your back hits a surface.

This leaves Yuuma closing the distance between you, effectively trapping you between him and the wall. He demands, "Answer me, sow."

Yes, he was angry and turned on. He only ever calls you that during that particular moment, understanding how belittling it would be outside of that context and how it didn't fit with someone he comes to love.

"Why are you upset?" you whisper as his eyes travel to your lips, your breath hitching when he runs a finger from your ear down to your shoulder, teasingly tracing a path with his touch.

You instinctively turn your head, baring your neck to him. He hasn't fed since you arrived. Maybe he was upset because he was hungry?

His hand slowly travels from bare your shoulder, down your collarbone, past your breast, skipping past your belly button to linger around the loose waistband of your baggy ripped jeans, playing with it. “Are you pretending to be a dumb bitch in heat right now, baring your neck to me because you know what you did wrong? Or can my baby really be this dumb?”

You shake your head, mumbling “I’m not dumb..,” but you certainly feel like it when all his words do is shoot right down to your lower region that begins to ache for some attention instead of feeling repulsed by them.

Suddenly, you’re all too aware of how far Yuuma is despite how close, and you pull him flush against your body with your arms circling around his waist.

You didn’t care what he was mad about right now. Whatever the reason may be, you can talk about it later because you knew where this attitude would lead next.

He started it, and he damn sure was gonna finish it. He’ll make you forget those damn lyrics until the only thing singing from your lungs is his name and sweet mewls just for him.

He chuckles lowly at your words, at your reaction to his. Your body betraying your defensive words, choosing him over your brain that he was going to fuck to mush on his dick later.

"No, you're not dumb?," he falsely coos, rubbing his nose against your cheek before planting ghostly kisses on your jawline that lead to your ear. He teasingly bites your earlobe and whispers, "That’s not what I wanted to hear…I’ll just have to finger you till you are."

In just seconds, you find yourself clutching his shirt tightly, your back arching away from the wall as Yuuma effortlessly slips his hand beneath your waistband, cupping your sex as his middle finger applies pressure to your clit.

“You have to be dumb, sow,” he sensually hisses, increasing the pressure, keeping a firm grip on your hips just as they threaten to move, “Listening to songs like that ain’t fair to me. Haven’t I been good to you?”

"W-What?" you wearily reply, too busy focusing on the meager pleasure he's giving you and trying to wriggle free for more when he refuses to move on his own. You huff in annoyance at his strong grip on your hip. "Yuuma," you whine, leaning your head against his chest.

You feel his lips pressing gently against the side of your head, and it makes the feeling between your leg throb just as much as the muscle in your chest. How can he embody both tenderness and playfulness at the same time? He physically holds you in his hand, weaving a tapestry of serious and teasing words, yet he hasn't fulfilled your most profound desires.

"Yes?" he replies, and though you can't see his face, the sound in his voice hints at his smirk transforming into a wicked grin.

You gulp heavily, your mind racing to keep up, but the overwhelming heat coursing through your body makes it difficult to concentrate. All you desire is for him to move his wrist in a specific manner, back and forth repeatedly, at a speed that threatens to make your eyes cross.

What did you need him to do again, oh yeah, “Stop playing with me.” you grumble, “I wanna cum, I want you to make me cum.”

"Who said I was playing?" he responds with all seriousness, sliding his hand up an inch to slip into your underwear, reclaiming the same position. However, this time, he applies the same pressure and starts moving in a circular motion at a speed that leaves you gasping for air in surprise, “Who said I play when it comes to you?”

"F-Fuck!" you whimper shakily, your eyes tightly shut in response to his astonishing pace, one that no human man could ever hope to match. The sensation is so overwhelming that your legs instinctively begin to close, but Yuuma halts them with a leg of his own, pushing you further open.

“Do you think I came all this way with you, just to hear you sing a song about leaving me just as we got here?!” he growls deeply, forcefully tearing your tank top apart and splitting your bra in two before settling back on your hip.

The sight sends a shiver down his spine, and he licks his lips as he hears your pulse quicken and sees your veins dance, “You look so good…you taste so good.”

You moan in response to his words, unable to articulate a single coherent syllable, even though this is only the appetizer; it happens every time.

Your anticipation intensifies as his touch momentarily retreats from your throbbing clit, only to descend to your core, where he circles, gathering slickness before resuming his attention to your sensitive bud.

A mixture of desire and a subtle tinge of shame colors your thoughts as you imagine him doing this with the intention of withdrawing his hand to sensually suck on his fingers while repeating those alluring words.

“You’re so wet,” he groans, his grip on your hip tightening, “I bet you'd feel incredible wrapped around me—so tight, so warm. Do you think you can handle me right now?” he asks thrusting his hips forward suddenly and forcefully, causing you to jump with a gasp. It may not have directly touched you, but the impact against his hand was enough to make the knot in your stomach to grow tighter.

His hand abandons your hip, choosing instead to wrap his arm around your waist, securing you as your knees start to tremble under the approaching wave of pleasure. Your mouth hangs open, emitting short, ragged breaths. He observes it for a moment before deciding that he wants a taste.

You moan into the kiss, your tongues dancing together as you clutch his shoulders. In your passionate embrace, he unconsciously blocks your access to air, leaving you breathless and growing dizzy.

Yuuma thoroughly explores every corner of your mouth with his, greedily eats up all the noise you make before he eventually pulls away. A glistening strand of saliva briefly connects you both before it breaks and rejoins the pool of drool in the corner of your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum!” you warn him, pulse picking up to the point of numbness, your body hot and drenched in sweat, causing your torn clothes to stick uncomfortably to your skin. But all of that fades in importance when Yuuma abruptly halts his movements altogether.

Your eyes snap open, and you shoot him a displeased glare, your brow furrowing as you tug at his shirt in irritation. "No! Yuuma, I was so close!" you complain, arching your hips to seek the lost friction. It feels like you were ascending the highest peak, only to suddenly tumble down without any apparent reason.

His gaze remains locked onto yours, and he delivers the most frustrating statement since his irritation began, "I didn't give you permission to come.”

"Okay! Enough with the attitude, Yuu—ah!" you're cut off by a drawn-out moan that blends both pain and pleasure as he simultaneously bites down on your neck and slips a finger inside you. He groans against your skin, whether from the taste of your iron on his tongue or your tight grip on his finger, you're not entirely certain.

He wastes no time, thrusting into you with precision, his wrist flicking sharply while his thumb rubs your clit simultaneously. The pressure in your stomach builds up once more, and you reach down to keep his hand in place, silently praying that he doesn't stop again because it feels fucking delicious.

The throbbing in your pussy matches the pulse in your neck, and you can't help but wonder if he can sense how perfectly in sync they both are. The thought makes your eyes roll back, revealing more white than iris. He adds a second finger, curling them expertly as they press against the sensitive spot within clamped walls, causing your toes to curl and making you even tighter.

Yuuma breaks away from your neck, muttering a curse as he reaches his long arm further behind your back. He seizes your baggy jean leg, pulling your leg off the floor toward your body where he can grip the back of your knee. The stretch is deliciously painful in the best way, encouraging him to delve knuckle deep inside you.

The sounds of smacks resonate loudly, a clear indicator of how aroused he's made you. He breathes heavily while studying your body, declaring, "I’m the only one who can make you feel like this," he says, moving back towards your neck to plant kisses near your sensitive spot.

You whimper and shiver, the area tingling with slight soreness, “Only I could see you like this… legs spread open like a slut, taking what I give you in your messy pussy.”

Floating. It's as if you're weightless, carried higher by his words, each one pushing your climax to new heights. The sensation is almost achingly tight, and the promise of sweet release is tantalizingly close. Just one more push, and...

"Cumming, cumming!" you cry out, holding onto him tightly. Tears actually well up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you, completely shattering your mind.

All that escapes your lips are chants of his name, nothing else. Your stomach tightens, and your muscles spasm as you gush onto his hand, even as he continues to abuse your pussy at the same tempo. It's so intense that you feel dizzy within the throes of your climax.

Your body becomes pliant as the euphoria settles in, soft sighs and mewls escaping your lips. "Yuuma," you pant, "Yuuma?" you call out again, but he continues to ignore you.

Instead, he withdraws his hand from your jeans, moving away slightly to lift you up into his arms. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as his hands find purchase on your hips, drawing you close. So close that you can feel the bulge in his pants brushing against your covered sex.

Without a chance to ask a question, he kisses you with insatiable hunger, tilting his head to intensify the passionate connection, his lips devouring yours.

One of his hands reaches back, squeezing your ass, eliciting a wanton moan from you. When he finally pulls away, you're left feeling thoroughly turned on again, especially as you see the desire burning in his dark, lust-filled eyes.

"We're going to fuck, and after that, you're going to delete that stupid song, got it?" he orders, his jaw tense as he waits for your confirmation. He smirks when he receives a nod, accompanied by a shaky sigh.

"Good girl."

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the heart is but a winding road p.2 - shouto todoroki/f!reader (1.8k) fluff, pro-hero shouto todoroki is not good with kids (lying), natsuo is the most big brother that ever big brothered, someone pls give the poor assistant a raise, i truly believe that shouto hyperfixates on random things for a few weeks at a time and you cannot change my mind, also i promise the 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 is coming.. i just need to set the mood first.

p.1 - YOU ARE HERE - p.3 - p.4 (upcoming)

“What was I like when I was five?”

“Uh, dunno? Guess you were kinda—hey!” Natsuo doesn’t even manage to finish his thought before something (apparently very pressing) on his end of their phone call distracts him. “Aoi! You little—get down from there! Motherf—“

Shouto listens to the chaos unfold with a completely unchanging expression.

“Tou! Talk to your uncle for a second. Your brother's gonna break his neck!”

There’s a scuffle, and before Shouto can so much as protest there’s a little voice greeting him on the other end of the line.

“Hi Oji-chan!” Touma, Natsuo’s 7-year-old, says cheerfully after having evidently been handed the phone.

He hears a little giggle and the sound of his brother squawking incoherently somewhere in the distant background on their side of the call. This is immediately followed by a series of very loud crashes and a panicked string of words which, even in his limited knowledge of childrearing, Shouto's fairly certain kids are not supposed to hear.

“Hello,” he greets his nephew curtly. “If your father’s busy, I can—”

There’s a bit more shuffling, some disgruntled grumbling and laboured panting, and then Natsuo is taking the phone again.

“Sorry, sorry,” the older man says breathlessly, and Shouto stares up at the ceiling over his sofa blankly. “Oh, okay, what were you asking about?”

“Me. When I was five.”

“Oh, yeah!” Shouto’s brother laughs. “Dunno. You were round, I guess? And pretty squishy.”

Shouto rolls his eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

Natsuo laughs, loud and carefree like he always does. “Well, what did you mean, then?”

“What kind of stuff did I like?”

There’s a thread hanging from Shouto’s sleeve, and he fiddles with it while he speaks with his brother. It’s distracting, but he can’t quite grip the troublesome string to pluck it loose since he’s using his other hand to hold the phone to his ear.

Natuso hems and haws as he mulls Shouto's question over for a bit. “Soba and chewing on things, mostly.”

“I liked chewing on things when I was five?” Shouto’s reply is flat and unamused. He shifts to hold his cellphone between his shoulder and his ear as he lays back against the cushions of his sofa, snapping the string off easily once he has the use of both his hands.

“Yeah, you were always bite-y,” Natsuo replies simply.

The youngest Todoroki sighs. He rolls the thin bit of thread between his fingers for a moment, watching how the ends split and fray, then flicks it away disinterestedly.

“What’s all this about, anyway?”

There’s a significant amount of racket on Natsuo’s end of the call, but Shouto suspects that’s a fairly normal thing for his older brother’s home. What with two kids and more pets that Shouto can keep track of, there’s always pandemonium happening whenever he stops by to visit. He can’t help but think it’s a miracle that Natsuo managed to find anyone who would willingly subject themselves to that, let alone a partner as normal as the one he married.

“Nothing really,” Shouto mumbles. “Just curious.”

“Well, Yumi would remember that stuff better than I do anyway,” Natsuo chirps. “You could always ask her!”

“Yeah, thanks,” Shouto nods even though he knows his brother can’t see the gesture.

They end the call with vague plans to meet up for dinner the following week, though these plans often end up getting rescheduled or completely forgotten about in the stir of their busy adult lives. Once the line disconnects, Shouto is once more left staring up at the boring beige ceiling of his living room.

His apartment is always just a bit too cold. It’s been that way since the day he moved in. His hope in choosing such an upscale domicile had been that he wouldn’t run into issues like this one; it was newly constructed after all, and cost enough that things as simple as climate control shouldn’t be a problem. But no matter how much he fiddles with the thermostat, no matter the time of year, there’s always a chill that seems to linger in his quiet home.

He blinks up at the ceiling and listens to the pitter patter of rain outside.

It’s been raining for days now, with only the occasional break in the downpour that never lasts more than a few hours. His last four patrols have ended with him towelling off in the changing room at his agency, using his quirk to warm the terrycloth before he ruffles it through his drenched hair. His costume is fairly well-insulated, and repels the rain, but he still always feels so soggy by the time he gets home.

Suddenly, he thinks about a little yellow raincoat, and the thump of rubber boots.

Truthfully, Shouto’s not sure why he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that strange encounter from a few days prior. The little boy in the yellow raincoat and the ill-fated, crumpled receipt.

Maybe it’s because he can’t remember the last time a kid was less excited to meet him.

Maybe it’s something else.

Shouto’s expensive sofa creaks as he pitches himself upwards, reaching out towards the tablet he’d left resting on the edge of his coffee table. He unlocks the device, and realizes he’d left it open to a news article about the Recycling Hero he'd been reading earlier in the day.

He’s been reading a lot about Reductro lately—just about any resource he can find. News articles online, press releases, pamphlets that environmental activists are handing out on street corners. Hell, half the hits on the the guy's Heropedia page from the past week were probably thanks to Shouto.

Just earlier that very day he’d even placed an order online for a copy of the Recycling Hero's newest book.

Reductro, Shouto recently learned, has dedicated his life’s work to inspiring meaningful environmental changes around Japan; he uses his quirk that is capable of breaking down plastics and other complex carbon compounds (as well as his doctorate in Ecology and Environmental Science) to make significant improvements to the climate and the country. The man has a way of speaking that’s neither overly sanitized nor pedantic and inaccessible; kids love him for his exciting way of talking about the environment and why they should care about it, but he's equally capable of putting on a suit and addressing a crowd of adults. Above all else, he seems to be truly passionate about the work that he’s doing–a conclusion Shouto has inarguably come to through his extensive research, and by watching just about every video he's managed to track down online.

He hates to admit it, but the guy is kind of… really cool.

He gets why Naoyuki was so obsessed with him.

Shouto taps around the surface of the tablet for a moment, pulling up an article about a documentary that Reductro is in the process of producing about microplastics. He scans through the article—making a mental note to look up when it will be coming out and see if his secretary can get him an early cut of it—when an image at the bottom of the article makes him pause. It’s a recent photograph that, according to the caption underneath, was taken only a few weeks prior when Reductro was giving a presentation at a local elementary school.

A little voice rings in the back of Shouto's mind, from a rainy day not unlike this one.

“He came to my school last week and he helps to get plastic outta the ocean!”

Naoyuki may have been a bit of a menace, but he was well-intended. And ultimately Shouto has him to thank for opening his eyes to the prestige of the Recycling Hero.

He stares at the image lighting up the screen in his hands for a moment, his eyes scanning over the name of the elementary school a few times as an idea begins to take shape.

He reaches instinctively for his cellphone.

“Good evening, Shouto-sama,” Shoto’s assistant and secretary, Takahashi, answers on the second ring—just like he always does. “Are you well?”

“Hi,” Shouto greets the man in a relatively abrupt manner, brushing off pleasantries for the sake of saving time. “How hard is it to find a kid?”

There’s a few beats of silence as Shouto’s question lingers over the line.

“Such as a missing person’s case?” Takahashi-san finally responds, though the usually proper and eloquent man sounds uncharacteristically baffled.

“No,” Shouto shakes his head. He thinks about his next words carefully. “If i know where a kid goes to school and his first name, could you track him down?”

“Track… him down?”

For all the hard-fought takedowns Shouto has made in his career as a hero, he sure is losing this battle.

“He’s not a criminal or anything,” Shouto explains, and Takahashi hums understandingly, but it sounds sort of like when an adult is placating a child. “I met him in the street the other day."

"I see."

Shouto knows he still doesn't get it, and he wracks his brain for a way to make this whole situation make sense, even though it doesn't.

"He’s… a fan.”

Lying is bad. Shouto knows this. He happens to pride himself on knowing the difference between good and bad, as a matter of professionalism. But Naoyuki is a fan, for all intents and purposes.

Just not his.

“Oh,” Takahashi-san sounds more at ease now with this half-truthful revelation, “very well. I don’t suppose it would be all too difficult to find the child’s information. I'm sure the school would be willing to forward contact information for a legal guardian if your office were to reach out on official business.”

“His mother," Shouto replies immediately.

“Pardon?”

“He, uh..."—Shouto fiddles with the tablet in his left hand—"The little boy. He was with his mother when I met him. She’ll remember me.”

“I see. Please forward me the name of the institution and I’ll reach out to the school administration first thing in the morning.” Takahashi has always been exceedingly competent, since the first day Shouto hired him. He’s a bit stuffy, and Shouto’s pretty sure he’s never seen him smile, but the young hero strangely admires the man's no-nonsense sort of antiquated way of doing things. “I assume you’re looking to send some sort of gift. Perhaps a signed poster? Some merchandise?”

“Yes,” Shouto says, nodding. Then he pauses. “But not mine.”

“Oh?” the man on the other end of the line—who Shouto now realizes is likely at home during his off-hours that he rudely interrupted—sounds puzzled again.

“Takahashi-san…” Shouto stares down at the tablet in his hands, still open to the article he’d been reading before he picked up his phone to make this call. “Have you ever heard of the Recycling Hero?”

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tiedyeflannels · 7 months

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Converse High

Min Yoongi x reader

Word count: 3k

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A/N: Hi! Not sure what to put here, but I did want to thank @maple-leaves-in-the-wind for kind of helping me with the plot. Love ya <3 Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!

"This song was actually inspired by someone that Suga met one day at a convenience store,” Namjoon said.

The boys were doing some promotion of their new album The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt. 1 at a radio station, when one of the hosts asked what made them come up with lyrics in ‘Converse High’.

“Yeah, I went to a convenience store near our dorm late at night because I was hungry and wanted something to eat, so I bought some ramen. There was this girl wearing red high tops, heating up her food, but the other microwaves were out of order so I had to wait until she was done so I could heat up mine. She must’ve known that I was behind her waiting because she asked if I wanted her to heat mine up too since she was already there,” he laughed at the memory.

He continued, “She was really cool and even gave me her secret ramen recipe that tasted really good.”

“So, thank you Suga’s mystery girl, for inspiring him and the hyungs to write this song,” Jimin said, looking into the camera.

“Did you ever get her name, hyung,” Namjoon asked, turning over to Yoongi.

Yoongi thought for a moment, then chuckled. “You know, I don’t think I ever thought to ask.”

Why did this have to happen today?

I internally kicked myself for not realizing what we were supposed to be doing today. I continued to run through the park, dodging random passersby and the occasional low hanging tree branch before I made it to where the rest of the crew was set up.

The boys were filming a RUN BTS episode today that we were supposed to come early to help set up, but thanks to my faulty alarm and the fact that I didn’t have it on my schedule because we were constantly reminded of it, I totally forgot.

I eventually set my stuff down and quietly walked over to Yumi and started to take out my camera.

“What happened? Why are you so late,” she whispered, not wanting to have the camera pick it up even though we weren’t the ones who were wearing mic packs.

“Everyone thought you were dealing with a hangover for how late you are!”

“I know,” I whispered back, making sure my camera was in working condition. “But one, everyone should know that I rarely drink and two, I didn’t think that I needed to put it on my schedule because we were constantly getting reminded of it, but I guess I was wrong.”

I snapped a couple of test pictures of the boys to make sure that everything was working fine before looking over a Yumi.

“Why didn’t you set an alarm, I literally texted you about this last night so you didn’t forget,” she deadpanned.

“I did set an alarm, but it didn’t go off so I guess I got to sleep in,” I quietly chuckled, scratching the back of my neck.

Yumi smiled and shook her head, “You, my dear, are going to get in so much trouble.”

I groaned, “Please don’t remind me. I’m still trying to get over the lecture the director gave me last time I was late to a RUN shoot.”

I really need to start putting things in my schedule. Not only did I receive a massive lecture from the director telling me how irresponsible I was, I didn’t get to eat any of the snacks that were laid out for staff as punishment for not helping.

It didn’t help that I didn’t get anything to eat on the way out of my house because I was too focused on making it here at a reasonable time, so I was basically running on nothing and the snacks were looking REALLY good right now, but as my stomach growled I sighed and walked away, not wanting to torture myself anymore.

“Alright everyone, let’s get back to filming,” the director said, looking around to make sure everyone was ready.

Since we were filming this RUN BTS episode at a carnival, everyone got their own camera person and because of that, the rest of the crew- including Yumi and I- got to roam around and take pictures.

“So, we get to do whatever,” Hobi excitedly asked.

The director nodded and the boys started cheering. Their little celebration was cut a little short when the director spoke up.

“But, this is still a competition and there is a spy. You guys are going to have to figure out who the spy is by the end of the day in order to win, if you don’t, then the spy will win.”

The guys simultaneously groaned and then started eyeing each other. The director continued to explain some of the rules, stating that everyone will be playing the games as normal.

“With that being said, you are free to do whatever you please.”

The guys made a run for any games they can get to the fastest. A couple of them went to the same game and started yelling at each other to go to a different game. The staff chuckled at their competitiveness, then started to part ways to record each of the boys.

Recording lasted about 3 hours and it was safe to say… I’m about ready to pass out.

Half way through the shoot, I had bought some mini donuts, but it was not filling and it made me feel a bit sluggish. Shooting had concluded and revealed Jungkook as the spy, much to everyone’s surprise and then the crew wrapped up.

We were told that the carnival would be open for staff and the members if they wanted to go around and spend time together. Naturally, when we were told that, I immediately thought about leaving to find the nearest convenience store for some kind of food, but Yumi had to pull me from my thoughts.

“Y/n! We should go play something! How about darts,” she asked as she started tugging me over to the stall.

I groaned.

“No, I’m really hungry and nothing here is filling. I’ve got to get something in me before I, either, die of starvation or simply pass out from low blood sugar,” I said as I tried to get out of her grasp.

She sighed, letting go of my hand and placing them out her hips. “Come on Y/n, just play one game with me and then I’ll let you go. You never know when you’re gonna get to go to the carnival again.”

I mirrored her actions and put my hand on my hips. “First of all, this carnival is going to be open tomorrow too, so we can go then,” I said, and she nodded in acknowledgement, “and second, you can get someone else to play with you. I promise I’ll play all the games you want tomorrow, okay?”

She paused for a moment before letting her hands fall to her sides and sighed.

“Okay… BUT! You’re gonna pay for my food AND we get on some of the rides too. Deal?”

She held out her pinky toward me. I playfully rolled my eyes and linked my pinky with her’s securing the promise.

“Deal! Now, I’m gonna go before I land face first into this dirt,” I said, walking away while waving to her.

She waved back and went over to some of the other staff standing by a booth. I walked over to where the camera crew was now disassembling their equipment and once I got to my bag, I started carefully taking apart my camera.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath as I looked over to the microwaves and saw that all but one were ‘out of order’ and the guy using it looked like he was going to be there for a while.

Just my luck, huh?

I shook my head and sighed, but went to pick out my food while I waited for the microwave to be available. Walking through the aisles, looking for my ramen, and happily grabbing it when I found it, then walking over to the rows of coolers to get a drink.

I walked over to the counter and paid for my food, then headed back to the microwaves. Luckily the guy from before was done heating up all his food and now it was my turn.

I peeled the top of the ramen container back and walked over to put some water in it from the drinking fountain next to the microwaves. Once I was done putting in the water, I moved back to the microwaves and started to heat up my ramen.

While I was waiting there, I heard the quiet shuffling of feet behind me followed by a sigh. I looked into one of the microwaves and saw Yoongi standing behind me.

I quietly chuckled and said, “Would you like me to heat yours up too?”

I heard a confused “huh?” and turned around to greet Yoongi, bowing slightly.

He returned the bow with the confused look still written all over his face. “How did you know that I was behind you?”

A smirk grew onto my face, “A great magician never reveals their secrets.”

The confusion grew deeper as his eyebrows furrowed ever more.

At this point I couldn’t hold back my laughter. “I’m kidding, I heard feet shuffling behind me and I could see your reflection in the microwaves,” I said slightly turning toward the microwaves to point at them.

He slowly nodded at my explanation. The microwave beeped, letting me know that my food was ready. I pulled out my food, setting it off to the side before I turned back to Yoongi.

“Going back to what I said earlier, would you like me to heat that up for you too?”

“Oh! Yes please.��

I took the cup of ramen from him and put it into the microwave, putting in the recommended amount of time and then pressing start.

“So… what brings you here? I would’ve thought that you would be with the others right now at the carnival,” I said, leaning against the counter and stirring my ramen with some chopsticks that were nearby.

He shrugged, “Well, Taehyung was trying to drag me to one of the rides, but I played the “I don’t feel good” card and no more questions were asked.”

Humming in response, I took a bite of my ramen. As I stirred my ramen ready to take another bite, the microwave beeped signaling that the food was ready.

Yoongi moved to open the microwave as I grabbed some chopsticks to hand to him, earning a quiet “thank you” before he started mixing his food. Still leaning against the counter, I watched as he walked over to the condiments bar and started to dig around in the cooler.

He proceeded to take out a slice of cheese and put it on his ramen, closing the lid.

Huh. That’s interesting…

“Would you like to sit with me? It’d be nice to have some company,” I asked as I walked to a table near a window overlooking the street.

“Sure,” he said as he walked over to the table, taking the seat across from me.

I continued to eat my ramen as he stirred his and I couldn’t stop the question rolling off my tongue, “Did you come up with that?”

He looked up from his food and I pointed to noodles that had strings of cheese hanging on them. “Hmm? Oh, you mean adding cheese to ramen?”

I nodded.

He looked down at his food, “Nope, someone taught it to me a few years back. I thought it tasted really good so I’ve been eating it like this ever since.” I nodded and went back to eating.

We quietly ate for a while which allowed me to finish my meal, setting it aside and reaching to pull out my phone from my back pocket until Yoongi spoke up.

“What about you? Do you put anything special in your ramen,” he asked before slurping down the rest of the noodles.

I hummed, “Coincidentally, I put cheese in my ramen too, but it’s something I’ve been doing since I was a kid. I used to call it my ‘secret recipe’.”

“Wait…”

I was a little confused at his reaction and even more so when his face lit up like a light bulb just went off in his head.

“Do you remember if you taught someone this secret recipe of yours a few years back,” he asked slowly.

Tilting my head and humming I tried to think back. “Um, I’d like to say I did, but I tend to forget things pretty easily so it’s a little hard to say. Why?”

“Because I don’t think this ‘coincident’ is a coincidence at all. I’ve been having a weird sense of deja vu since you asked me that question at the microwaves,” he looked at me while I was still confused.

I shook my head lightly, trying to wrap my head around this. “Wait, so we’ve met before?”

He nodded as a small smile started to form on his lips.

“Then how come I don’t remember you? I feel like I would’ve,” I said, brows furrowing.

“Well, we had that run in back in 2015, so it makes sense that we wouldn’t recognize each other after 3 years. Plus, we weren’t that big in 2015 which also makes sense why you didn’t recognize me back then.”

Nodding, I hummed, taking all of this in. No wonder I thought it was interesting when I saw him add cheese to his ramen.

Now that I thought about it a little more it should’ve tipped me off that we might've met before when I noticed him adding cheese to his ramen since I really only teach that to a select few.

“I have to say… it’s pretty cool that you still remember that day,” I said with a smile starting to form on my face.

“How could I not! Because of that little interaction, we were inspired to make a song,” he said nonchalantly, leaning back and crossing his arms.

If I had something in my mouth at this exact time, I surely would've spit it out right now after the sudden epiphany I had hearing that statement.

“WAIT A SECOND! I’m ‘the girl from the convenience store’ that inspired you to write Converse High?!” I was quite literally at the edge of my seat as I leaned further over the table.

He was a little surprised at my reaction, but then looked to the side with a hint of a smile. “Well yeah, you kind of left a lasting impression with your ‘secret recipe’ and those red converse you wore.”

I chuckled at the thought of my converse leaving a lasting impression on someone so much so that they would write a song.

It was his time to lean forward, putting his elbows on the table and squinting his eyes just a bit, “How did you know that you were the girl that inspired Converse High?”

He dramatically gasped, putting a hand on his chest, “Were you secretly a fan back then and were just faking it to get close to me?”

I snorted and waved him off, “Please, I barely knew who BTS was back then so don’t flatter yourself too much, Min Yoongi.”

A slight frown appeared on his face, leaning back with his cross once again, "And the reason I know about the inspiration behind Converse High is because when I was doing research on what group Big Hit managed when I applied as a photographer, so I happened to come across a certain video of BTS at a radio station talking about the song.”

“I just didn’t think that your ‘mystery girl’ would have been me,” I said with a shrug, leaning back and crossing my arms, almost mirroring Yoongi, but he seemed a bit taken aback from the mention of “his mystery girl”.

He lightly scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I might’ve talked about you a little too much in the dorms and that caused Jimin to think that I had a crush on you,” he rolled his eyes at how ridiculous Jimin’s thought was.

“In reality, I thought you were really cool and I was a little sad that I didn’t get your name because I wanted to get to know more about you. I remember the rest of the members scolding me for not asking your name”

I giggled, the smile staying on my lips, “I thought you were pretty cool too, you know. Back then, I mean. I would’ve loved to get to know you more too.”

“Maybe it’s not too late. If you want, we could get to know each other over some coffee tomorrow?”

It was my turn to be dramatic, gasping and placing a hand on my chest. “Is THE Min Yoongi asking me out to coffee?!”

He chuckled at my overdramatic question, but nodded.

“I would love to! Oh, we would have to get coffee sometime during the day, though, because I promised Yumi that I would go to the carnival with her tomorrow night. But it’s nothing official, so you can join if you want. We could just hang out,” I said.

He put his hand to his chin, as if in thought, “Sure I don’t see why not.”

I scoffed, shaking my head as a smile grew on my face.

“Great, then it’s a date!”

He started to mirror my smile, “Great, I can’t wait, uh…”

My smile instantly fell. “Don’t tell me that you don’t know my name? I’ve been working with you for years!”

He laughed, “Of course I do, but just humor me this once. I’m trying to right a past wrong, ok?”

I lightly shook my head.

“Fine.” I sighed, sticking out my hand toward him with a warm smile, “Y/n. Nice to meet you!”

He reached over and took my hand in his, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Yoongi.”

#bts x reader #suga x reader #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #suga x y/n #suga x you #yoongi x y/n #bts x y/n #bts fic #bts x you #bts fanfic

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Takemichi Lets It Slip That the Two of You Are Married in the Future PT. 3

Characters Included: Souya Kawata, Nahoya Kawata, and Naoto Tachibana

Summary: After Takemichi discovers that the two of you are happily married in the future, he ends up accidentally revealing the fact to your past selves.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

⊱ ─────── 《∘◦♡◦∘》 ──────── ⊰

Souya “Angry” Kawata

✿ Takemichi was looking for Hina after visiting with a few people, and when he finally caught sight of her, he saw she was talking with you. Before he could fully approach you, you were already off.

✿ “Heya, Takemitchy!” You sent him a friendly smile and waved as you passed him, before calling back to Hina, “I’ll be back in a second!”

✿ As you waved to him, he couldn't help but notice the small shimmer of the ring on your finger that reflected with the light coming from the window. He watched for a second as you bounded away, walking with a little spring in your step, before turning back to Hina.

✿ “[Name]’s still pretty lively, huh?” He laughed, and Hina nodded with a small giggle.

✿ “We were just talking about the wedding. I was asking them who they’d gone to for the flowers at their wedding.” Hina explained, “They were so pretty, I was curious.”

✿ So it was a wedding ring!

✿ “[Name]’s married?!” Takemichi would ask excitedly, “That’s awesome! To who?”

✿ Takemichi was ecstatic at the news. Even though he hadn’t known you especially well or long in the past, from what little he did interact with you he knew you to be a kind and compassionate person. He was happy for you, and maybe while it may not be his place, a part of him was secretly optimistic that Hina would say a certain name.

✿ Hina just smiled, pointing to something behind him. When he turned, he could see you talking to both Kawata twins, and Takemichi couldn’t stop from thinking that this was either about to be the plot twist of the century for him or that what he was hoping for was a reality.

✿ Then you linked your arm around Souya’s grinning up at his older brother and saying something that Takemichi couldn’t quite make out. The expression on Souya’s face was… surprisingly soft as he looked down at you.

✿ “So they did end up together…” Takemichi smiled fondly as he watched the two of you.

✿ He thought back to the conflict with Tenjiku, how you sprinted up to him despite how injured you were, cheerfully chirping “Woah! What was that…?! You’re amazing, Angry-kun!”

✿ And the days following the battle, you stayed beside the boy as he recovered from the injuries he sustained during his fight with the Haitani brothers, something that Nahoya surely teased you over.

✿ Takemichi remembered how pink dusted Angry’s cheeks despite his permanent scowl, reassuring you that he was fine and trying to encourage you to take care of your own injuries.

✿ It was nice to see you two ended up together twelve years later.

✿ “Their wedding was about five months ago. [Name] has also been a huge help to Yumi and me, so make sure to thank them.” Hina stated, causing Takemichi to nod, snapping out of his thoughts.

✿ “I’m stealing my husband for a second.” You spoke up to the older Kawata, eyes twinkling mischievously as you began to lightly tug Souya towards the soon-to-be-married couple, greeting the two of them politely.

✿ The four of you were chatting for a while, talking about Pah’s wedding and Takemichi asking of course asking how the married life is treating the two of you, flustering Souya a bit.

✿ “It’s been great… I couldn’t be happier.” Souya answered gently, and Takemichi smiled at his answer.

✿ “Oh, and [Name], thanks for all your help… with everything.” Takemichi still wasn’t exactly sure what you’d been helping Hina with, but he wanted to thank you like she’d told him to.

✿ “Hina was a huge help to us, too. It’s no big deal.” You smiled, leaning your head slightly against your husband’s shoulder, “Soon enough we’ll get to ask you the same question, right?”

✿ It was his turn to be flustered, but he laughed despite it. He was just happy to be able to have this conversation, to be able to smile and laugh in the future like this. It felt peaceful.

✿ He later found out when Nahoya was lightheartedly teasing his brother that you would sometimes volunteer and helped out as a waitress at their restaurant when you had a day off. When they first started it up, you were in there every day, but Souya was so insistent that you didn’t have to strain yourself like that. Nahoya missed his free helper, but you still stopped by for lunch almost every day.

✿ Nahoya said it was like the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other, even though you’ve been together for eleven years now.

✿ Despite the older Kawata brother’s teasing tone, Takemichi thought that the smile he wore looked a bit lighter than his usual grin… it was a genuine smile.

✿ He could picture it. You sitting at the bar on your break, enjoying ramen that your husband made as the two of you talk about how your days were going so far, the interaction energizing the both of you enough to finish the second half until you were able to return home to one another. Yeah… you two were a good match.

—–

✿ After losing Draken and waking up in the hospital, he didn’t want to get anyone else involved in his mission to save Mikey. His mission robbed Draken of the future he’d witnessed, and his resolve would strengthen when his eyes landed on you and Souya.

✿ The two of you were happily married in the future. The two of you would have been dating for about a year now, completely unaware of just how bright your futures were, willing to help him, but… He didn’t want to rob the two of you of that too.

✿ Hina set brought him back up and set him straight later, but those had been his thoughts at the moment.

✿ After the date was set for the battle between the Tokyo Manji Gang and the Kanto Manji Gang, all you could do was wait for the day to come. Tensions and nerves were high, but everyone was ready to fight as hard as they could to win.

✿You and Souya were no different. You both wanted to take Mikey back, neither of you wanting him to continue down this dark path he was on. Though, it was strange to wear your Toman uniforms again.

✿ Takemichi happened upon the two of you while you were discussing the upcoming fight, though you hadn’t noticed his presence. You were admittedly nervous about it, after hearing what went down during the Battle of Three Deities.

✿ Souya nodded, he understood your worries, and he gently stated that you didn’t have to fight in this battle, but you were determined to do your part in this.

✿ Souya just wanted you to be safe, but he would never discourage you from doing what you felt was right. But he hated seeing you so nervous about these things. He wanted to comfort you as best he could.

✿ He would place a chaste kiss on your cheek, promising you that he would protect you. Everything would work out for the best. Everyone was going to give it their absolute most.

✿ It was a few moments later that you noticed Takemichi, calling out to him after that intimate moment between you and your boyfriend.

✿ Takemichi would greet the two of you somewhat nervously, hoping he hadn’t gotten caught watching the two of you… but it was sweet seeing both of you in the past like this after meeting your married future selves. Smiley was right… nothing had changed in how you looked at each other.

✿ If you had noticed his spying, you didn’t mention it at least. Instead, you declared your resolve to him, saying when the fight came down, he could count on the two of you, leader!

✿ Perhaps he would have felt taken aback if not spurred on by the determination in both your and Souya’s eyes as you spoke. He thanked both of you for returning to Toman for this fight. He wouldn’t let anyone else die, and he wouldn’t let Mikey lose to his darkness.

✿ “And once we beat down Mikey here, he’ll be able to attend your wedding in the future!” Takemichi spoke confidently, maybe a bit too confidently as he completely spilled the beans to the two of you.

✿ “eH?!” You exclaimed, eyes widening and cheeks warming at his sudden words.

✿ “Huh…?” Souya’s eyes would also widen, pink dusting his cheeks at the idea.

✿ “You two… will definitely get married, I’m sure of it!” He couldn’t backpedal, so he just hit the gas even more on his statement. Neither of you was aware of his time-leaping ability, thus you weren’t aware of just how true his words were.

✿ After a moment, Souya would nod, as if confirming his words. You felt like you were gonna float away like a hot-air balloon. But… your heart pounded in your chest. It sounded like a good future… one you could long for and one day achieve.

✿ “Right. Once we win… and in the future.” Souya nodded again, more firmly towards Takemichi, though his face was slowly turning redder.

✿ He knew what he wanted in the future. As embarrassing as it was to hear it from someone else out loud, he’d accepted what he wanted two years ago. He wanted to work a legitimate job with his older brother and marry the love of his life. And he wanted Mikey to see it too.

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Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata

✿ Takemichi was enjoying the celebration, and when everyone sat down to eat, he looked around slightly, just taking in the scene. Having everyone gathered like this for Pah’s wedding… he felt really calm, though he wished Mikey could’ve attended.

✿ Something then caught his eyes, and he found his attention on where you and Nahoya sat. It wasn’t a rare sight that the two of you were together, but he found himself curious if your relationship was still the same after 12 years.

✿ Just as he was about to focus his attention elsewhere, he saw Nahoya tap your shoulder to get your attention. When you turned, the older man pushed some food against your lips, trying to get you to try it. You narrowed your eyes, opening your mouth to take it, and shooting daggers at him while he laughed.

✿ Takemichi let out a small laugh. Nope, looks like nothing has changed at all between the two of you. That was good.

✿ But before you could grab your napkin to wipe your lips, Takemichi witnessed Nahoya lean forward pressing his lips against yours before pulling away.

✿ Oh.

✿ Takemichi supposed he shouldn’t be that surprised by this outcome… even if the two of you always seemed at odds in the past, he knew the two of you still cared for each other a great deal.

✿ He saw the two of you next to each other fairly often in the past; whether it was at Toman meetings or in a more casual setting, he saw you and Nahoya together more often than not. You were even walking around with him and Mucho on New Year's Eve.

✿ He noticed how the older boy seemed to enjoy teasing you, and how you always seemed to respond negatively to that attention. Takemichi never understood why you stuck so close to him if he picked on you and annoyed you so much.

✿ But then he’d seen how distraught you’d been when Nahoya was hospitalized before the big fight with Tenjiku. There hadn’t been a single trace of your usual annoyance towards the older Kawata twin, only pure concern and worry for his well-being.

✿ That was when Takemichi realized how much you actually seemed to care for Smiley.

✿ And now the two of you were together twelve years in the future. It was fitting.

✿ A few days later everyone was gathered to dig up the time capsule they buried all those years ago. It seemed enough time passed that everyone had forgotten just what it was they’d placed in the box.

✿ Nahoya would blush slightly when he read his letter to himself and you found yourself giggling a bit at his past self.

✿ “You’re popular with [Name], at least.” Chifuyu spoke up with a chuckle, “Sometimes, at least.”

✿ “A host, hm?” You quipped teasingly. It was rare that you were on this end of the picking.

✿ You shook your head with a smile as you unfolded your own letter, grip tightening on the paper as you read further. You could feel your cheeks warming up. Oh no…

✿ “Oh, what is it?” Your husband asked looking over as if he could sense your embarrassment, and you held the letter to your chest, quickly replying ‘nothing!’

✿ “Lemme see,” He leaned over you, letting out a menacing chuckle as he gently took the paper from your hands, eyes scanning over the words.

✿ He read over the letter, the first half dedicated to what you wanted from the future in ways of a career, but it got juicier the closer to the bottom he got, and his grin only grew larger when he saw his name pop up.

✿ You addressed yourself in the letter saying that you wonder if you’re still letting Nahoya “bully” you like usual, saying that you better be standing up to him more! You can’t let him hover over you just because you like him. You also hope that he’s staying out of trouble.

✿ “I hope we’re able to have a more gentle, loving relationship in the future.” He read the final line before looking over at you with a playful grin, “Oh, you liiiiike me.”

✿ “We’re literally married.”

✿ “Yeah, but you like me.”

✿ Takemichi chuckled at the scene. In a lot of ways, it was like the two of you hadn’t changed, but he could tell by the small twinkle in your eyes and the softness in your expression that you both really were happy being together.

—–

✿ Takemichi dismissed the first meeting of the 2nd Gen Tokyo Manji Gang, watching as most dispersed but some stayed around to talk further, whether it was to discuss the conflict with the Kanto Manji gang more or just chat for a bit before going home.

✿ You were talking with Senju for a few minutes, but once you said your goodbyes, Takemichi spotted you next to the Kawata twins. His heartbeat was finally starting to slow down from standing in front of everyone like that. He was glad to see everyone gathered again, mirroring his determination right back at him.

✿ He saw Nahoya reach out to place a hand on your head, ruffling your hair significantly. You jumped back like a cat, scowling at the boy who just laughed at you.

✿ Nahoya really was fond of you, he just couldn’t help but express it with teasing. How could he resist when you gave the cutest reactions? He adored you, though it may not always come across that way to you.

✿ It wasn’t like your interactions were solely him picking at you, it was just that’s all Takemichi happened to see most of the time. And a small part of you didn’t really mind it… most of the time. Something drew you to the older Kawata twin, and he could be surprisingly gentle at times. That gentleness was more often than not reserved for his brother, but he sometimes offered you the same softness… after teasing you mercilessly.

✿ Takemichi walked up to the three of you, greeting you and thanking you for being there tonight. The four of you would chat back and forth for a while, and the twins would catch Takemichi up on what they’d been up to since the 1st Gen of Toman disbanded. None of you could have expected that this would be happening two years ago…

✿ As you spoke, standing next to Nahoya, Takemichi wondered if the two of you were dating yet. He knew from your time capsule at least that you had feelings for him right now, but neither of you mentioned being in a relationship… His eyes would dart back between the two of you as he stared.

✿ “Whatchya starin’ at?” Nahoya would ask, causing the boy to laugh nervously. He’d been caught.

✿ “Ah, well, I was just wondering…” He trailed off, trying to figure out how to word his question. He decided to just go for it, “[Name], Smiley-kun, are you two… uh, y’know…”

✿ “Huh?!” You were the first to realize what he was insinuating, cheeks beginning to burn a bit, “Like hell!”

✿ So you weren’t… oops…

✿ “What’s with that reaction? You could do way worse, missy.” Nahoya grinned, but he did seem genuinely offended by your statement.

✿ You huffed, turning your head away from the boy. You thought to shoot back that you couldn’t do worse or that you could do way better, but… you didn’t want to say that to him.

✿ “Ohhh, you’re embarrassed! I get it!” The orange-haired twin teased, despite the fact that the question likely made him feel just as warm.

✿ Takemichi laughed; he couldn’t help it. Knowing that you two were going to be married ten years from now... yet here you acting as if dating was the worst thing in the world.

✿ He wished you would open up your feelings more, but he guessed it was difficult when Smiley teased you as much as he did. Nahoya could stand to be nicer to his future spouse. But… there was probably more there than what could be seen from the outside.

✿ “What’s so funny?” Souya would ask curiously.

✿ “It’s just those two are gonna get married in the future—!” Takemichi tried to catch himself but was too late as you, Souya, and Nahoya were all looking at him, and he could’ve sworn he saw Nahoya’s smile wavered for a moment, trading it out for a brief look of shock.

✿ “If you keep jokin’ about that I’ll have to kill ya, Leader!” Nahoya’s grin returned to his face despite his threat.

✿ Nahoya's heart was going buh-dum buh-dum like crazy in his chest, but you wouldn’t know it from the look on his face. If you looked real close though, you would see the slight reddening of his cheeks.

✿“Right, sorry, don’t mind me!” Luckily it was just taken as some teasing on Takemichi’s part, but from the way you two reacted, he was sure even now that it wasn’t just you. You both liked each other, it was just to see who would gather the courage to confess first.

⊱ ─────── 《∘◦♡◦∘》 ──────── ⊰

Naoto Tachibana

✿ The wedding celebration was beginning to draw to a close, and Takemichi happened to catch you and Naoto chatting towards the entrance. He’d greeted you both separately after he was zapped to his present, but had yet to get the chance to talk to the two of you together.

✿ As he’s approaching, he witnesses Naoto lean in closer as you whisper something in his ear. The younger man looked at you before smiling, murmuring something back to you before brushing a stray hair out of your face.

✿ Woah, that was a more affectionate display than what he was used to from the two of you. Then again, he wasn’t really used to seeing either of your future selves in a casual setting like this.

✿ “Naoto, [Name]-chan,” Takemichi greeted and the two of you turned to him with a smile.

✿ As he chatted with the two of you, he couldn’t help but notice how you stood next to Naoto, closer than you had in previous futures, and thinks back to those interactions, and then what he’d caught earlier. He chuckles, “You two sure have gotten close, huh?”

✿ “I would be close to my wife.” Naoto’s response was flat, but he gave a short, airly laugh, “There were more than a few changes for the better this time around, huh?”

✿ “eh…?” It was the calm before the storm.

✿ “WIFE?! Naoto, you got married…?! ” Takemichi would exclaim before something else dawned on him, “Before me and Hina?!!”

✿ “This isn’t exactly news now, is it, Takemichi?” You questioned, laughing lightly as you stood next to your husband, “We’ve been married for over two years now. We live together, too, remember?”

✿ TWO YEARS?!

✿ “Naoto, what the hell, man?” He’s holding onto the younger man’s shoulders, dramatic tears in his eyes, “How could you betray me like this…?” He’s mostly joking, though the tiniest part of him would feel a little betrayed at the idea of Hina’s younger brother actually getting married before them.

✿ But whatever small part of him felt betrayed was completely and utterly beaten out by how happy he was to see Naoto alive and happy.

✿ Takemichi wasn’t especially close to you in the past. You were one of Hina’s friends, so he saw you often enough; you’d talked a handful of times even, but it was really only when he barged in on you spending time with your friend.

✿ You were next to Naoto in every future timeline, though you’d always been kept in the dark about time-leaping. It always seemed like you just trusted that whatever Naoto was doing was for the best, never really questioning Takemichi’s involvement in the case.

✿ You’d been just as determined to bring Hina’s killers to justice as Naoto and Takemichi were to save her. You ended up becoming somewhat like Naoto’s assistant, and it seems like in a timeline where Hina’s safety was ensured, your relationship was able to evolve even further.

✿ You shake your head, amused by his antics. Your sister-in-law’s fiance sure could be weird sometimes. It was like he didn’t know he was getting married in three months too. Sure, you and Naoto hadn’t been dating for as long as Hina and Takemichi, but they’d been weirdly insistent on the wedding being sometime this year.

✿ “Congratulations, you two. I’m really happy for you!” Takemichi would then say after letting go of Naoto, his eyes slightly welled with joyous tears.

✿ And now he was congratulating you for being married two years after your wedding… maybe he was drunk..? Still, though, Takemichi was a kind guy.

✿ You smiled, “Thanks, Takemichi.”

✿ Since Naoto was the trigger, he could remember the previous timelines, but unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for you.

✿ Naoto was a little shocked initially at the timeline change, as he often was. The memories had suddenly hit him of being married to you in this timeline and clashed against the professional relationship he held with you in the previous ones. His feelings remained the same in every one of them; he knew he cared for you even then, but there’d been so much at stake… He never did give himself the chance to indulge in those feelings. Even though he’d had a crush on you for a long time.

✿ “Takemichi, there you are,” It was Hina, smiling as she strolled over to him, then turning to greet her brother and you, “Naoto, [Name], were you about to leave?”

✿ “Not quite yet, [Name] wanted to wait to get a chance to speak with the bride and groom one more time before we headed out,” Naoto answered, and you nodded in confirmation. Hina smiles saying she was thinking the same, they can wait til they get a chance together.

✿ Takemichi would need a minute to just soak in the sight in front of him. He still felt like sometimes he would wake up and everything would fall away from him, but he really was standing here with everyone… with the three of you. You and Naoto were married, and he and Hina were together, both of them were alive and safe.

—–

✿ Naoto wasn’t the trigger anymore…

✿ Takemichi decided on walking Hina home after school, though when he approached her, you and his girlfriend were chatting away while Naoto walked slightly behind the two of you. Naoto occasionally added to the conversation when prompted, but mostly just listened as you and his sister talked.

✿ When Takemichi joined, you started kinda hanging to the back a little too, talking with Naoto while he got to chat with Hina.

✿ He rarely saw the two of you interact in the past, so he was actually really curious about what you two were talking about, and began listening in on your conversation.

✿ Somehow your conversation had devolved into talk of a supposedly haunted tunnel where the whispers of the deceased could be heard by those who entered it.

✿ What the hell?! Why were the two of you talking about something so morbid…?!

✿ Naoto had read multiple articles on the tunnel, and you’d stumbled upon the stories when you were looking up haunted places in Japan. It seemed you two shared a common interest.

✿ He looked at Hina, who seemed equally sketched out by the conversation, but she just smiled and shook her head. The two of you have been getting along really well lately. It made her happy!

✿ He and Hina would be having their own conversation, but when Hina grabbed his hand, Naoto would make a comment about the two of them flirting in front of him again. It was only made worse when you nodded.

✿ “You two have been flirting a little too, haven’t you?” Takemichi would decide to tease the boy a bit. He always said the smallest interactions between him and Hina were flirting, and he wanted to get back at him. He then remembered the future he’d been in and huffed, “Enough to get married before us, in fact, you traitor.”

✿ Hina gasped at his words, knowing the meaning behind them fully. Even Naoto blushed a bit, thinking back to Takemichi talking about the future two years ago… if he was saying this now…

✿ Meanwhile, you’re completely in the dark about what he just said, so you tilt your head as you look ahead at him.

✿ “What are you talking about? ‘Married before us’?” You questioned, giving Takemichi a confused look.

✿ “Ah, well, just forget that [Name]-chan, I was just teasing Naoto… haha!” Takemichi would laugh nervously, and Hina would turn to him, the look in her eyes saying 'tell me more later!'.

✿ You pursed your lips before looking over at Naoto, who was stuck thinking about what Takemichi just said… was he really married to you in the future? His sister’s friend…? He’s never minded your company, and lately, he’s even found himself looking forward to whenever you’d walk home with Hina or stay over a few hours after school… but still..

✿ Takemichi said a lot of weird things… you’d never understand that guy. You really couldn’t imagine yourself married to your friend’s younger brother. You liked Naoto, sure, but he didn’t really seem like the type who was interested in dating. You did enjoy talking with him lately though… you had a bit in common, and there were times when Hina would leave the two of you alone for a few minutes and you’d chat together…

✿ Neither of you got it, really. Though you both felt a bit of warmth creeping at you at the implications.

✿ Maybe it was just one of those things that would make more sense in the future?

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cybrpwup · 1 year

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warnings; smut summary; Movie night with the group. Isaac is a cheeky bastard Requested?; Yes ! f/m = favorite movie

It was movie night with the group. After you moved in with them, it's been sort of a tradition to watch a movie together at least once a week. As if you you weren't together all of the time.

"I call the end" Nick called; it usually started with fighting over a spot on the couch "You got it last time." Larry called; no one liked being squished in the middle of everybody.

"You and Y/n got it last time." Nick bit, claiming his spot on the couch"Then make Y/n sit in the middle." Tanner said from the kitchen, removing a bag of popcorn from the microwave

"if she's in the middle then i have to be in the middle." Isaac called as he walked into the living room from his bedroom.

They bickered on for a few more minutes before all of you got situated in a comfortable position; Tanner in the corner with Larry in front of him, resting his head on Tanner, Nick at Larry's feet. His arms crossed and his feet resting on the ottoman. Yumi sat next to Tanner and Isaac sat at the end of the couchIsaac had pulled you down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You never had a movie pre-picked so it took you well over the normal amount of time to pick a movie. The movie picking part of movie night never went without arguing.Popcorn was being shared in 3 large bowls on both sides of the couch and the middle

"Okay so this time don't ravage all the popcorn before the movie even starts this time" You joke and Isaac chuckles from behind you.

You pull a blanket onto yourself and Isaac pulls it around his legs, trapping you under the blanket. You clear your throat, "What do we all think about f/m?"

"Again?" all the boys say at the same time which makes you giggle "yes, I like it and we'll spend too much time looking for a movie again!""I don't care what we watch." Nick says, his mouth already full of popcorn, "Tanner? Larry? Blake?" You look at them waiting for an answer. You get thumbs ups and nods from them.

"I don't get a say?" Isaac questions, sounding offended, "No, you have to watch what I wanna watch."

Just over 30 minutes into the movie, most of the popcorn was finished and the bowls lay on the ground, you had a bowl still in your lap.You were a bit surprised at the feeling of lips against your neck, letting out a gasp. Your head immediately snaps towards the other members, but when you see they didn't hear it, Isaac still kissing your neck, you turn your head and he pulls away "you scared me." You whisper.

"I'm bored." He whispers back as you notice his hand slipping past your panties and towards your heatYour hand instinctively grabs his wrist, "Isaac, not now." You hiss quietly, although now that the thought was on your mind and Isaac's hand was so close to touching you, you could already feel yourself becoming wet.

But as his finger rubbed against your heat, it was hard to say no. As he slid two of his digits inside you, you held back a moan and instead let out a low whine and you threw your head back.

Isaac snaked a hand over your mouth "quiet." He whispered, motioning to the others who had their eyes glued to the TV screen.

You nodded your head and he took his hand off of your mouth although you wished he kept it there because it was extremely hard not to make any noise as the male pumped his fingers in you. It was hard to keep in moans and whines as pushed himself deeper into you.

Your eyes stayed on everyone else the whole time. The risk of being caught was thrilling to the two of you.Feeling Isaac curl his fingers deep inside you made you yell out, "Isaac-" you immediately realize that you were louder than you intended when heads turn to face you.

You clear your throat "s-stop stealing my popcorn." You improvise in the most convincing voice you could.Isaac just chuckles, hiding his face in your neck. After attention is back on the screen you turn to Isaac and you hit his chest, "that was your fault, asshole." You hold back another moan as he continues fingering you, biting on your neck. It wasn't long before you had melted into your boyfriends touch, grinding your hips against his fingers in an attempt to chase your high. You pulled the blanket up to your mouth and bit it to keep you from making any noise. All of a sudden his movement stopped. Your chest heaved up and down as you turned your head to him."are you serious" You pant in a hushed voice, annoyed that he was doing this right now. He just placed a kiss to your neck and hushed you, "I'm watching the movie."

By the end of the movie Nick was snoring away, movement from the corner of your eye caught your attention and your head turns to look; Everyone was getting up and stretching, ready to go to their own rooms. Before leaving the living room you all exchanged goodnight and hugs. You pulled a blanket over Nick's sleeping body before you left, "Goodnight" you say light-heartedly.

"Come here." Isaac hums, a lamp lighting up his features as he sat on his bed, tapping his lap gently.You smiled excitedly as you sit in his lap, Isaac's hands rest on your hips as your legs bend on either side of him "it's late." He says quietly, playing with your hair "But, if there's something you wanna do you can tell me." He said being bold, chuckling at the expression on your face.You went bright pink, embarrassed that he was gonna make you say it "Y-you tell me" You stammer.

"Tell me, my love." He whispers into your ear giving you butterflies in your stomach. You could feel his hard-on growing through his clothes as he examines the hickies given to you and kisses over them, making a couple new ones "Please-" You whine, desperately trying to get any friction you could on his clothed member."You can do it." He coos and holds your hips still which earns a loud whine, "I want you...please.."Thats good enough for him and he hums, "Eager?" He stood up leaving you on the bed. He removes his shirt and you can't stop yourself from staring. God he was gorgeous.he makes his way towards you, standing in between your legs. He leans down a bit to kiss you, slowly pushing you back onto the bed as he deepens the kiss. Your hands find their way to his stomach, chest and around his neck.He pulls away, eventually out of breath and starts kissing down your neck, abusing your sensitive spot. Tiny moans left your mouth as he did, your fingers entangling in his hair “Keep it down, you don’t want anyone to hear you” he went back to leaving hickies. You didn’t care if you were caught, the risk of being caught turned you on even more than you already were. You tug at his joggers, growing impatient at his slow speed “Off," You mumble into a kiss, then add, "please."

He laughs and stands up one more time to remove his remaining clothes taking your shirt off of you in return. He began kissing your chest as he fumbled around with your bra strap. You arched your back a bit as to make it easier to get the strap undone. Your arms trailed up and down his bare chest, eventually going up and around his neck again as the two of you kissed. His hand made its way into your pants, rubbing your womanhood through the fabric of your panties which caused you to let out a quiet moan. Your eyes wandered to his, a slight blush painting your cheeks. The two of you continued to kiss, leaving hickies on each other's necks that would be difficult to hide later. You catch yourself admiring him. You’d seen him like this many times before but each time felt as if it were the first. “Like what you see?” he chuckled which brought your attention back to what was happening. He teased you, rubbing up and down your thigh and around your womanhood. You let out a whine “Isaaac” He only smirked, inserting a finger into you. You bit down on your bottom lip holding back a moan. That quickly escalating to him putting 2 more fingers in, thrusting them in and out slowly and then proceeding to go faster. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore. You frankly didn’t care if anyone heard but Isaac seemed to, ‘cause he put his free hand over your mouth “Shhh” He seemed to be teasing as he thrusted faster making you arch your back. "Mhh Isaac~” You were muffled by his hand but you moaning his name seemed to turn him on even more.You were on the edge, letting out louder moans as he rubbed your clit with his thumb whilst his fingers worked to pleasure you. Just as you were about to give in he stopped and you finally had time to breath and yet you were disappointed “Stop doing that!” You huffed looking up at him to be greeted by him stroking his member “Thought we’d try something else” He queried as he lined his member up to your entrance looking at you for permission. You gave him a nod of the head and he thrusted into you and you chewed your bottom lip which was always a habit of yours. “Ah- y/n” He groaned, his hips colliding with your thighs. You moaned louder than you had meant to but you didn’t mind right then. Isaac let out a groan as he thrusts into you and your arms wrap around his neck, face buried in it. The vibrations of your moans hit Isaac's neck as you bounced yourself onto him "fuck, baby." He groaned, trying his best to keep his voice down, his hands on your hips.Isaac forced your head away from his neck and attached his lips to yours, catching all your moans.Your fingers dug into Isaac's shoulder as you felt yourself coming close "Mm Isaac." You moan as you tighten around him"C'mon, baby, you can do it."You scratched at his back as you rode out your orgasm. Isaac pulled out of you and started stroking his member until he came on your stomach.

Again, you had to catch your breath before being able to talk again "fuck, Isaac" you panted and he chuckled "Let's get cleaned up and get some sleep, hm?" You hummed in response closing your eyes and take a deep breath.

"Goodnight, Isaac." You smiled, kissing your boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, "Goodnight, my love."

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Touch your Tail - Obey me

Levi

“Can I touch your tail?”

“W-W-W-What?????” Levi stammered out, turning to you with a shocked expression. Followed by the quintessential de-powering sound of a video game player death. “Oh no Yumi!”

“Geez. Sorry I asked.”

You didn’t think asking to touch Levi’s tail would be this much of a drama. But, then again, you weren’t really surprised. The otaku demon almost always spazzed out over any kind of physical interaction; from holding hands to even sitting close to each other. You just never thought he’d freak out enough to lose focus in his video game. That was certainly new.

“W-W…Why do you want to touch it?”

“I don’t know. I just sort of realized I never had, and wanted to.” This was far as your plan went, and you hadn’t thought it would take this long to get through it.

“B-B-But! It’s private!” Levi sputtered out. The tips of his ears bright red. “Why would you want to touch a crumby otaku tail like mine anyway?”

“Because I think it’s cool.” You reply with a shrug.

“C-C-C-Cool!?!”

“Levi, if you keep overacting and getting flustered to the point of stammering all the time, we’re never going to get anywhere.”

The demon, who’s face had turned pink now, whined a little down in his chest before he set his shoulders, closed his eyes tight, and shifted into his demon form. His tail coiling out behind him as his horns poked out from his purple hair.

His tail is a lot bigger than you realized, now that you were up close. Usually you were standing a few feet away from him. Not crisscross-applesauce on the floor of Levi’s room in his gaming nook. Perhaps that played a factor as well.

You reach out and brush his tail with your fingertips. The cool scales glisten under your touch. Like those holographic picture books that you had as a kid. They feel very snake like, and you suddenly wonder if his beloved Henry 1 felt the same way if you touched him.

“O-Ok! That’s enough!”

You look up at Levi’s muffled declaration. His hands covering his nose and mouth, while his face was as red as a tomato. “I can’t take it anymore! I yield!”

Pulling back with a snicker, you stop touching Levi’s tail and hand him a box of tissues. “I you really going anime trope #187 on me right now?”

“N-N-No!” He insisted, but took the tissues and turned around quickly so you couldn’t see.

Satan

“Can I touch your tail?”

The question seemed to catch Satan so off guard he nearly fell off the library ladder he was standing on. “Excuse me?”

“Can I touch your tail?” You repeated, although not sure why you had to. Satan was a clever man. He should have understood what you were asking, as it was a simple request made with simple words.

The blonde’s delicate brow knitted and he put the book in his hand away before grabbing another one, seemingly at random. “No.”

“Aww…why not?”

“Because,” he replied as he stepped down, “it’s….inappropriate.”

Satan walked off, but you were quick in toe. “Is it a kinky demon thing?”

“No.”

“Is like touching things behind a velvet rope inappropriate?”

“NO.”

“Then how is it inappropriate?”

“It just is ok?!” Satan snapped at you as he wiped around to shout the words at you. “How would you feel if I touched something private of yours?”

You look at Satan for a moment before you wiggle your eyebrows at him. Causing Satan to blush. “Why do you want to touch it anyway?”

Honestly, you didn’t have a good answer. So you just shrug. “I don’t know. I realized I never had before. Then I thought, cats sometimes like it when you pet their tails. Maybe Satan would like that too.” It was a dirty trick to use Satan’s one weakness against him.

But it seemed to work as the demon stiffened for a moment, huffed through his nose, and then shifted into his demon form. “Quick. Before someone comes back here looking for some obscure Amaltian literacy text.”

There was a quick quip on your tongue about how the only one in the library that would be looking for obscure Amaltian text, or anything in this back portion of the library, was Satan, but you choose to let it go since you were getting your way.

His tail was a lot more spiney than you thought it would be. Like a skeleton tail. All the vertebra nearly stacked one after the other like on a Halloween skeleton you’d seen once. The tail a bright, ominous green to stay away.

“Ouch!” You yip as you ran your fingers over a section, and a sharp spot nicked your skin.

“Damnit!” Satan hissed. Instantly shifting out of his demon form and taking your hands in his. “Let me see.” He examined your finger carefully, then sighed in relief as he saw no injury. “This is why I didn’t want you to touch it. I’m the Demon of Wrath. My tail, and everything about me, is meant for violence. I knew you’d get hurt if you insisted on this.”

Your face, and mood, fell. You felt silly and stupid for pressuring him into this, and not taking the hint when offered. “I’m sorry. I just…thought it would help us get closer.” You look up at Satan and stare into his bright green eyes. “And, for the record: I don’t think everything about you is meant for violence.”

The corner of Satan’s mouth jutted up and he muttered, “silly human.” Before he kissed the pad of your ‘wounded’ finger and walked hand and hand with you out of the library.

Belphie

“Can I touch your tail?”

Belphie looked up from his pillow. He even brushed his hair out of his face to look at you. “Hentai.”

Your face turned immediately red, and you move to jump up from the bed and sprint out of there. You’d Deviltube how the movie ended.

Before you could get too far, Belphie caught your hand gently to keep you there. “I’m sorry. I was teasing. What brought this on?”

“I-I don’t know….” You felt rather embarrassed now and didn’t want to tell him that it looked soft the last time you saw it. “I just though….it was something new….”

The youngest demon brother smiled listlessly, and shifted effortlessly into his demon form. “Go ahead.” He replied, curling around his pillow as he unfurled his tail. “But then I get to touch something of yours.”

You choose not to dignify that with a response, but also too prideful to back out now.

His tail was long and thick. Thicker than you had imagined. Perhaps you thought it would be narrower like a cat or some kind of mouse, but it actually took your whole hand to wrap around it. It also wasn’t as soft as you thought.

It was soft, enough, but the fur on his tail was a little courser. Like velvet in a way. The hair at the tip of his tail was very soft though, and also very fine.

“Is there a twig stuck in your tail?” You ask, coming around the small piece of wood trapped in the fine hair nest you had been admiring. “How could you have a twig in here? You’re like…never in your demon form. How long has it been here? Do you ever brush it out? Belphie I…..”

You trail off as you realized Belphie was asleep. Apparently lulled there by your soft pets (or perhaps because he hadn’t had a nap in an hour). “Well, guess I’m off the hook.” You mutter to yourself as you let his tail go and let him sleep.

Barbatos

“Can I touch your tail?”

Barbatos continued to pour the tea, as if he completely missed what you had asked him. “I don’t think that would be wise.”

“Why?” You asked as he handed you your cup. “Is it poisonous?”

The demon chuckled. “No. It’s not poisonous. It’s just not something that I think you’d like to touch. It has a rather unappealing texture, for some people.”

You pout as you bite your tongue to not ask who else had touched Barbatos tail. “The RAD News said that your tail had a wet texture, but it wasn’t slimy.”

“Don’t believe everything you read in print.” He cautioned, before taking a sip of his own tea. After a moment, and long pause, Barbatos sat his cup on the saucer and sat the set down. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

You want to say yes. That you could be a grown up and let this go, but apparently your silence was enough of an answer for Barbatos and he shifted into demon form. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

His tail coiled out from behind him and reached out towards you, while you did the same with your hand. The paper had been right; it did feel wet, but not slimy. Sort of like how snakes & lizards always felt kind of damp even if they weren’t. His tail was pretty though. The bright blues winkled and sparkled back at you at your touch. It really was fascinating.

Your fingers continued to touch over the scales, when suddenly one of the dual tips in your hand broke off and you were suddenly holding a big chunk of Barbatos’s tail in your hand while the rest of it slithered away. “Oh dear…..”

You broke out in a scream. Dropping the tail on the ground and nearly climbing over the top of your chair to get away if Barbatos hadn’t stopped you. “[Y/N], [Y/N]! Calm down.”

“Calm down?!” You shriek back.

“Yes. Calm down.” The demon repeated, and showed you his tail. Already two pronged again at the end. “It’s a bad, unsightly habit my tail does when it’s touched for too long. It thinks someone is trying to get a hold of it, so it’s a defense mechanism.”

“You didn’t think to warn me about that?!”

“I honestly forgot.” ‘Forgot??’ You want to yell at him. “It’s been an exceedingly long time since anyone has touched my tail. I genuinely didn’t think about it. Or perhaps thought that it would behave if it was you.”

You hear Barbatos’s apology and slowly climb down back into your seat; and back into your skin. “A million possibilities of reality, and you didn’t think that this could be one?”

The demon chuckled at your remark about his powers. “Whenever you’re around there are just too many possibilities to count.” He told you. “But, I do apologize. Lets finish our tea and, hopefully by then, I’ll have come up with some possibility to make it up to you.”

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todayisafridaynight · 11 months

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*head in hands* whats the opinion on the yakuza tv series brother

i cant have an opinion on a thing when the thing aint even out yet brother

#snap chats #im lying of course i can #i saw people complaining about the kiryu cast and like. eat rocks he's fine #also i saw more people complain about the fact they're adapting y1 again and like. Eat Rocks LMAO #if they're making a tv series it makes sense to start from the beginning. sins yakuza 0.#LIKE IT MAKES SENSE TO GO IN ORDER do i have faith they'll ACTUALLY go on to adapt y2 of course not #but hell if they're going to give a live-adapt series that's more in-depth compared to the movies and stageplay #then i'll be happy to watch it. again.#plus Genuinely it'd be weird to have a tv series and then skip right to y2 i KNOW people would complain bout the lack of y1 season #so it's a lose-lose situation in that respect #i know the real reason they can't do a y2 adaption is cause they'll never find a dude as yolked nor breasted as ryuji and thats ok #stageplay ryuji was cute but i understand wanting to be more on-the-money this time around take your time rgg ill understand....#could just have a xena moment. bro could be built like wireframe but his presence is what'll sell it yk what i mean #tho... kinda hard to do when he WILL have to be shirtless at some point.... anyways...#im always stoked to see what rgg puts out SO i wonder what the tv series will be like :)#i hope yumi is fleshed out... impossible since she's literally supposed to be missing the entire game but i can dream #I JUST WANNA SEE REINA AGAIN HIGHKEY and shinji....#also who's the dilf thats gonna play kazama.... i have my priorities straight ok #tl;dr im optimistic :) rgg keeps giving me reasons not to jump off a building so LMAO ill take what i can get to keep going

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deaddovedecadence · 7 months

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Title: Earrings

Warning(s): noncon body modification (ear piercing), possessive behavior, yandere shit, dead dove do not eat

Request(s): none

Summery: Fuyumi has lots of piercings and you make the mistake of asking her what they mean.

READ THE WARNINGS.

THIS IS A YANDERE BLOG.

DON’T LIKE DON’T READ

Fuyumi has earrings, four neat piercing, one stacked over the other, perfect studs, all four containing some type of jewel. You know the sapphire is for her twin because Touya has the same earrings in his own ears, in the same places the Fuyumi does. The pearl is for Natsou, of course, because Natsou’s powers are of water in the same way pearls are (infesting, rottening, making him like his family), the gold and ruby is for shouto, for his fire and ice (for his breaking and becoming) but you still don’t know what the amber stud represents, and today you’ve decided to ask her.

“Fuyumi?”

“Yes darling?”

“What is the amber stud for?”

“What do you mean my dear?”

“I mean you wear a sapphire for Touya, a pearl for Natsou, and a ruby for Shouto. What’s the amber for?”

She freezes, laughs a little, and really turns to face you. “It’s for you darling. I went and got it the day you joined the family.”

That’s the thing, you aren’t part of their family. You don’t belong here, won’t ever belong here. They took you from your home, from your family and sometimes it makes you sick to think about.

“I’m not a Todoroki, Fuyumi.”

She makes a little displeased sound that you know, know means bad things. “Why not dove?”

“You took me from my fuckiugn home, you kidnapped me. I don’t belong to any of you.”

She clicks her tongue, smiles, and picks up her phone, responding to a message, all the while you’re frozen in fear, trying not to scream from what you just said. How could you be so stupid as to make her angry? She’s scary on her own but with Touya behind her, she’s terrifying.

“Dove?” She says lightly, pulling your attention to her, “Did you know that all of our siblings have pierced ears?” You didn’t know that. You aren’t sure where this is going yet, but you know that you don’t like it.

Fuyumi picks up her phone again, texts someone and smiles. It’s not a kind smile, it’s a displeased one and that’s scary.

“I heard our snowflake wasnn’t listening today, hm?” It’s Touya. Your blood freezes up, and you want to throw up. If it were anyone but Touya, the situation might be manageable. Natsuo doesn’t care to hurt, hates the very idea, and Shou is so gentle that you couldn’t imagine him ever doing that but Touya, Touya is mean.

One time you called him. Dabi instead of Touya, and well, you still have the scar.

“Our snowflake seems to have forgotten where we all are in this family of ours.” Fuyumi says lightly, and you can feel Touya’s grin. “Well Yumi, I brought everything you asked for.” Fuyumi smiles, and it’s so fucking cold.

“Darling,” she says, obviously addressing you, “Sit down here please.” You take the ordered chair, freeze when you realize that in a moment, Fuyumi has snapped handcuffs to your hands, trapping you on the chair.

Like any logical person you start to struggle, panic invading like a parasite. A hand rests on your neck, cold and familiar. “Darling, if you keep moving Touya will mess up your new piercing.” Your vision whites you, and when you come to, Fuyumi is crouching in front of you. Her glasses flash, like the warning of an oncoming snowstorm, and she is silence, like the mountains before an avalanche. “Touya managed one of your piercings sweet thing but we still need to do this one. Can you be still for him or do I need to hold you?”

As there always with Fuyumi, there is a threat, a warning not to disobey. Touya is always the more obvious threat but Fuyumi is the cruelty that follows, the avalanche in the wake of violence, the punch of Touya’s scream.

“Can you hold me still?” You whisper, if only not to be complaint in your own torture. She smiles, smoothies, your hair back and suddenly your ears are piercing. The pain hits, like you’ve crashing into a wall, and although it is only a moment’’s worth, the hock of it has you crumbling in the chair.

As she always does, Fuyumi picks you up in the aftermath, gently shushing you. You end up squished between Touya and Fuyumi, the latter petting your hair.

“I didn’t even have to hold you still in the end darling. I’m so proud.”

A pit forms in your stomach when you realize that she’s right

#yandere #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #bnha #dabi #fuyumi todoroki #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki family #todoroki #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #x reader #welcome home sunshine

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isackwhy · 3 days

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Angry isaacwhy headcanons 😝😝

idk if u mean towards u or other things so i mixed it :)

angry! isaacwhy hc’s

first off, this man is a hot head (me too gang)

you’ve seen him mad plenty of times but whenever he is mad he makes sure none of it is directed towards u

like for example that pizza incident where he thought yumi or larry took his slices of pizza

he never accused u once and everytime u came up to him he’d take a deep breath and speak as softly as u could

until he grabbed larry by the legs and flipped him upside down and u yelled at him

“isaac! what the hell are you doing? stop! it’s just pizza.”

he just takes a deep breath, nostrils flared and walks back into the kitchen

he’s the eldest sibling he has a lot of pent up anger

let’s just say one of the boys pissed him off some way somehow

he’ll rant to u about it and ur able to keep him calm

not in like a “this isn’t u” bs way

u just being there helps

if he IS mad at u (very rare) he stills speaks as calm as possible, even when his voice is slightly raised or urs is

once he can feel himself getting more annoyed, he walks away. giving himself distance

he won’t say anything to hurt ur feelings but he doesn’t want u to see him that mad if it’s towards u

one time u him and nick were chilling in the living room and they started to discuss random topics.

nick poked fun at isaac a few too many times in some sore subjects and it led to isaac snapping first and then nick telling him to calm down

that only pisses him off more

“no—you’re bringing up shit that doesn’t need to be brought up—“

“you’re getting worked up over nothing, man.”

“nick, just stop,” u try and warn nick but the 2 best friends just yell at each other

they’re in each others faces and ur telling them to stop and ur scared they’re actually gonna fight

u stop the fight between them by dragging isaac away and telling him to shut the fuck up

if someone else messes w u and he finds out??

lord

he’s thinking of the worst pranks to do to them

now if someone pulls some shit in FRONT of him to u

like a girl being a bitch at a party or a karen or kevin having some audacity

he knows u can handle urself but he’s immediately telling them to cut it the fuck out and walk off

“nah. nah. we’re not doing that. no reason for that. back the fuck up im serious,” isaac steps in front of them

#tgc x reader #the group chat podcast x reader #the group x reader #the group chat podcast #isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #the group chat

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yumiis · 25 days

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HiHi !! Been reading your stuff for a bit now and was wondering if we could get an angst/fluff fic of Yumi x Autistic!Reader where Yumi is tired and Reader doesn’t pick up that he is and keeps talking and he kinda snaps and yells at Reader which makes them cover their ears

Totally okay if you can’t get it done, just in the mood for an angst fic involving Autistic Reader because I like reading stuff that I can relate to as an autistic person :)

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 taking cover ; blake x autistic!reader

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thank you for this request, i think it's a good one for my first piece back.

tw, cw// breakdowns, yelling/cursing directed @ reader, making up, comforting, autistic reader

You weren't exactly tired yet, but your boyfriend was already in bed on his phone. That wasn't right though, it was barely 10pm, he wasn't usually in bed until 1. That was unusual and very against routine. You crawled in bed next to him, hearing him hum lightly as the mattress shifted.

"Baby?" You spoke, your voice a little louder than he would've liked. He groaned, "Huh?" You tilted your head, "Why're you in bed? It's only 10, you aren't normally in bed 'til 1.." You trailed off, messing with some skin on your thumb. He sighed, "Just did a lot today, sugar."

You stared at the mattress awkwardly, not noticing he'd put his phone down a minute ago and shut his eyes as well. "Oh, okay..!" You continued talking about your day, your eyes drifting across the dimly lit room. His thinly strung fairy lights were nice at times.

You admired the back of your boyfriend's head as you spoke, about to press a kiss to the back of it as he suddenly turned around. "Hey! Dude, I'm fucking tired! I'm trying to sleep, so either go to bed, or get out!" You jumped at the sudden yelling, causing you to cover your ears.

He sighed as he rubbed his eyes, pushing his hair out of his face. He noticed the state you were in pretty quickly. Your hands were over your ears and your knees were pulled almost to your chest. "Hey, hey." He spoke much softer, placing his hands on your wrists. He didn't pull, but kept them there. "I'm not yelling anymore."

After a long moment, you moved your hands away from your ears. He locked his fingers with yours, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that." You stayed quiet, your body still occasionally shaking. "I didn't mean it. I just had a long day, and I'm tired. I wanted to come home and sleep. That's all." He paused, looking into your eyes. "If you want to stay in here and talk about your day while I sleep, that's fine."

You shook your head, changing positions so that your head was in his chest. "Wanna cuddle with you.." He smiled softly, "I guess that works too."

#ashe's writing #yumi x you #yumi x y/n #yumi x reader #tgc x y/n #tgc x you #tgc x reader #the group chat x y/n #the group chat x you #the group chat x reader #yumimain x you #yumimain x y/n #yumimain x reader

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anakinskywalkerog · 2 years

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My Very Soul (Chapter 1)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

[This is an AU where Padme doesn't exist. You, a young Jedi, train alongside Anakin Skywalker. What begins as friendship soon turns to rivalry, as you fight to be the best in your class against the growing, cocky, and good-looking young Padawan. As your training evolves leading up to the Clone Wars, you realize your rivalry might be based on something else—something more. I have honestly the whole fucking arc of this planned in my head, including what happens beyond the prequels, but we'll see how far I get into it. What follows sets up the character and the premise :) Rated Teen, fluffy romantic angst fic as always.]

Warnings: light bullying, that's it

Summary: You, a youngling at the Jedi temple, meet an unexpected visitor.

Word Count: 3.3k

You were awoken by a cool light pushing against your closed eyelids. The light of Coruscant still felt new to you, and each morning as it made its way through the blinds covering the large windows above the bunks, it still woke you, the harsh burn in your eyes bringing you out of your slumber. You opened your eyes and put a hand up, trying to block some of the light from shining on your face. Around you, you felt sleeping presences, heard the snores and light movements of the early morning. The light had woken you, but it was not yet time to rise.

You tried to stop yourself from dwelling on your dreams, but it was difficult. The blue light hurting your eyes reminded you of the dark, damp coolness of your home, the place you'd left behind. It was the place you had been instructed not to let your thoughts stick to, in reminiscence, but this was all still new to you—the lights, the sounds of the city, the coldness of the temple, its huge walls and columns hard to the touch. At home, everything was soft—the grass, the mud, the damp mossy walls of your humble dwelling, your mother's embrace. You pushed the tears from your eyes quietly, trying not to make a sound that would let the other younglings know you were awake. You knew you were not to think of your mother in this way, that you were to try to separate yourself from attachment to specific beings. You knew that you should be considering your attachment to the whole—the collectivity of all life. This, you'd been instructed, was a holier way of being, a way more respectful of the sanctity of all things.

It was hard. You missed Batuu, yes, but you missed your mother most, even though it had been years since you'd been chosen. You missed her warm body curling around yours, the feel and smell of her hair falling over you as you snuggled into her arms; you missed your father's booming laugh. You worked hard to remember these things, even though you knew you shouldn't. You didn’t want to forget where you'd come from. Some of the older Padawans said it was inevitable—that soon all you would remember was the temple, the Jedi, your new life—but you hoped they were wrong. You hoped you would be able to remember everything.

A soft beeping noise coming from the panel on the wall broke you out of this cloud of thought, and you felt the others around you begin to rise out of their bunks. You did the same, sleepily stretching your arms, pretending that you, too, had just awoken to the sound of the alarm.

"What time is it?" Eha asked sleepily, the bunk below yours shifting under you.

"We've got about ten minutes," Yumi croaked from a bunk across the room.

"Just about enough time for Y/N to cry some more about her mommy," Dallum quipped from across the room, smirking in your direction.

"Shut up, Dal," Eha snapped back, throwing her pillow at him.

"I'll shut up when you make me," Dallum replied, his smirk turning coy as he looked back at Eha, catching her pillow, and making a show of giving it a big, sloppy kiss.

"That's disgusting!" Eha whined, running over and grabbing her pillow back from Dallum's grasp. "You have the charm of a Korosian pig."

"Enough, you guys. We're expected in the mess hall in like, 7 minutes, and we need to meet protocol," Henry urged, shushing the group. Henry was already 13, and everyone listened to him, even Dallum. Though Henry still hadn't been chosen to become a Padawan, you knew it was only a matter of time. He was talented, and it was unlikely the Jedi would subjugate him to the lesser labor of Agri-Corps or one of those other Temple jobs for young unclaimed Jedi of Padawan age. You swallowed, hard, wondering what it would be like when he left. Henry kept a firm hold on the group. He never allowed the bullying to get out of hand, always made sure everyone remembered the code. If he left, Dallum would be the oldest in your group. You quickly shook these thoughts from your head, running a brush through your thick and unruly hair, trying to tame it. You quickly wrapped your tunic, splashing some water on your face.

"Y/N, your belt is a complete mess," Eha told you, coming over to help you adjust your tunic.

"Thanks," you responded. Eha was the closest thing you had to a friend in the temple, though friend might be a bit of a stretch. Eha was two years older than you, and the only one apart from Henry who didn't actively avoid you, or make fun of you, or fight dirty so as to beat you during training. Of course, Yumi and the others weren't nasty to your face, but your uncanny understanding of the Force and ability to interpret other's thoughts and feelings was sometimes more of a curse than a blessing. You knew they resented you, and you knew why. No one liked having their privacy invaded. But you couldn't help your Force abilities.

In the mess hall, properly attired and groomed, the younglings walked single file to their table in the corner, grabbing their portions and making sure to stay out of the way of the other Jedi, the Knights and their Padawans not currently out on assignment. You ate quietly, having a hard time stomaching the food this morning. Something felt off to you, but you couldn't pinpoint why. Your thoughts dwelled again on your mother, and you closed your eyes, feeling the strength of your desire to see her grow in your mind. This was uncommon for you—if anything, your thoughts of home had been fading as of late, seeing as you'd been at the Temple for three years now. You'd been selected when you were only 5. It's inevitable, you remembered hearing your father say. Her abilities are so obvious, to everyone. It's only a matter of time before they come for her. You hadn't understood what he'd meant, at the time. You tried to force down a bite of porridge. Why these feelings were plaguing you today, you didn't know. You felt a ripple in the Force, and you didn't understand it.

After breakfast, you waited with the other younglings outside of the combat training room. You dreaded entering. It wasn't that you feared being bested by your classmates. It was that you feared how they would treat you, after another round of practice.

"Enter," you all heard a voice say from inside the chamber, and you entered, your lightsabers at your hips. You were one of the younger ones in this grouping—only Seeva was your contemporary, both of you just 7 years old when you'd found your kyber crystrals and moved up into this class. Seeva's lightsaber was green, and yours a brilliant blue. At 8-years-old, you should have a disadvantage in a class like this, with those like Henry and Dallum, who were approaching their teenage years. But you knew the Force didn't work like that. The class entered the room, and, as practiced, you stood in your spot, spaced away from the other younglings, taking your saber from your belt and lighting it.

"Along with me," Master Drallig instructed calmly, and together, the class marked through the variations and positions, moving slowly. Master Drallig began at the front of the room, marking the positions along with you, and then holstered his saber, walking amongst you and correcting form, posture, and style.

"Correct, Y/N," Master Drallig said as he passed you, and you felt from behind you a smirk from Dal, though you didn't turn around to see it. You concentrated on holding your saber straight, on strengthening your arm muscles, on breathing in the Force. The more you breathed, the more you felt the pain of loss surrounding you—your thoughts turned to your mother, your father, but then they shifted, feeling like sand swirling around you, the loss threatening to suffocate you.

"Y/N," Master Drallig said calmly, and you opened your eyes as all the other younglings giggled. "It's time for combat practice." You blushed, realizing that the others in the class were already leaning against the far wall, you having been so wrapped up in your meditative state that you remained in the center of the room, holding your lightsaber in position.

"Sorry, Master," you said sheepishly, feeling your face grow hot. You holstered your saber and joined the other younglings against the wall.

"Today we will focus on the Makashi form," Master Drallig instructed. You sighed. You favored the Makashi, but you knew others didn't feel the same. It was the second form you'd learned, but still one of the most difficult, as it focused on lighter movements. Your ability to read your opponent would come in handy as you practiced this variation.

"Henry. Yumi. You first," Master Drallig said, gesturing for the two younglings to take their place in the center of the room. Lightsabers drawn, they bowed to one another, before raising their blades.

"You may begin," Master Drallig said, and they began circling one another, their blades clashing in the air. Henry's green saber hit against Yumi's yellow in quick movements, as Yumi jumped high over her opponent. The fight was almost evenly matched, and Master Drallig gave quiet corrections as the two fighters moved throughout the circle in the center of the room. In the end, though, Henry's skill won out. Yumi's saber went flying away from her, and the younglings on the wall jumped out of the way to avoid its blade. Henry held his saber up to Yumi, implicitly asking her to yield. She bowed, and went to collect her saber, looking as if she were trying to hide her frustration.

"Very good, Henry," Master Drallig encouraged. "Y/N, you next, please." You gulped. You could feel the tension in the room rise, if only slightly, as the other younglings watched you, a petite 8-year-old with messy hair, walk to face the 13-year-old boy standing in front of you. Polite as ever, Henry bowed, and you did the same, unholstering your saber and holding it out in front of you. You took a deep breath, drawing in the energy in the room, allowing it to enter your veins, to help you to focus.

"Begin," Master Drallig said, and with that, Henry crossed the room quickly, attacking swiftly and precisely with his saber. You leapt to the side to avoid his blade, circling around with yours, watching the two sabers hit and bounce off one another. You moved around the boy with your saber twirling, faster than his, as he again remained on the offensive, stepping lightly from side to side. You blocked his blows, breathing in again, sensing the desire behind his cultivated façade. He felt a need to prove himself. He wanted to beat you, you could feel it. With his desire you also felt his intentions, and you jumped into the air, flipping over him again and again, flying through the Force as if without effort, twirling your blade.

The Makashi form, you thought, was one of the more beautiful combat variations. Stepping lightly, moving through the air as if in dance, you had no problem avoiding Henry's saber blade. It was not difficult for you to push him off with the Force, refusing his efforts to draw your lightsaber from your hand. As fast as lightspeed, you found yourself behind his back, your saber resting above his shoulder. He was beat.

"Excellent, Y/N," Master Drallig said in a reassuring tone. As Henry bowed to you, you saw a hint of anger in his eyes, but you could read him well enough to know the anger was not directed at you. Henry was the type to focus inward, and you knew he felt in himself that he had failed, and that his anger was self-directed. You sighed. You knew what would happen next before it occurred.

"Dallum, you're up," Master Drallig instructed. You stood, a foot shorter than the boy who walked up to you now, thicker than Henry, none of the politeness in his eyes. You bowed to him, and he did the same to you, smirking. You both held up your sabers, his white blade facing your blue.

"You may begin," Master Drallig said, and you knew before it happened that Dallum would swing his blade down at you, hard. You leapt to avoid it, and you felt Dallum's anger grow as he again swung downward at you, pushing his blade with the Force toward your arm. This, you knew, was not the Makashi form, and you heard Master Drallig's quiet corrections go unnoticed in Dallum's mind. You could feel his anger, this time directed only at you, feel his desire to put you in your place. You breathed in the Force, jumping around Dallum with more ease than you had done Henry. Your lightsaber twirled, but still, you did not take the offensive position. You felt no need to prove yourself to a boy like this. As you whirled around, Dallum lowered his saber, instead reaching out a fist and catching your throat.

You heard a gasp from the class as you hit the floor, unable to avoid Dallum's illegal blow, as you had not been expecting it. Your lightsaber clattered from your hand.

"Dallum," Master Drallig warned, his calm voice cracking a bit. Younglings were not allowed to fight with fists or the like during training—there was no hitting or kicking allowed while learning saber combat. You felt the Jedi Master in his indignation, saw through his eyes that he felt the lack of justice in the use of physical retaliation against a much smaller, much younger opponent.

"I know, I know," Dallum said begrudgingly. "I'll go wait outside your chambers."

"I'll be along shortly," Master Drallig replied, closing his eyes in controlled disappointment. The Master turned to you. "Y/N, are you all right?"

"Ye—" you tried to answer, but your throat didn't seem to want to make the sound. Dal's fist had hit you hard in your air pipe. Master Drallig bent down to help you up.

"You are to end your combat training early, today," Master Drallig told you, and you nodded, eager to get out of that room. "We will expect you in the meditation gardens this afternoon." You nodded again, feeling the tears rubbing behind your eyes. You could feel the looks of judgement from the other younglings, could feel their resentment. No one resented Seeva, the other 8-year-old, but that was likely because she was one of the worst in the class. And she should be, you knew the others thought. They'd been here longer, been training longer than you had, and every time you beat them in combat, the resentment grew. Even Henry, even Eha, those who had such good hearts, who tried their hardest to push aside their competitive tendencies, got annoyed when confronted with your skill. You had no friends here, and you knew you never would.

You walked out of the training room, finally letting a few tears fall from your face, rubbing your throat. Though the blow had hurt, what hurt more was the feeling of isolation you now felt—as if you were alone on a spaceship, in the middle of space, no one around for miles. You again felt a sense of loss, of loneliness, of unfamiliarity through the Force. As you walked—where you were headed, you didn’t know—you felt this ripple in the current around you grow. This puzzled you.

"Wait here, Anakin," you heard from in front of you, and you jumped, startled out of your thoughts. "I need to speak with Master Yoda." Ahead of you, you saw Obi-Wan Kenobi, one of the newer Knights, walking with a small boy you'd never seen before, one wearing a ragged tunic, with sandy blonde hair. As you watched, Master Kenobi left the boy to sit on a bench, and hurried in the direction of Master Yoda's quarters. It wasn't that the boy looked sad—in fact, the look on his face was respectful, timid—but you felt through the Force an immense and complicated feeling coming from him, a galaxy of emotions. You felt the loss, you felt the fear, you felt a sense of longing for a mother. You again felt the feeling of sand swirling around you, and with the sand, sadness. You recognized now that the feelings you had sensed all morning originated at this point—in this presence—and you wondered how it could be possible that one boy could disrupt the Force currents of the entire Temple. You felt yourself walking forward toward this boy, the feeling of reading his presence mystifying you. You didn't realize how close you'd gotten until he looked up.

"Are you an angel?" he asked, looking you over, his blue eyes crinkling in confusion. You heard a presence in his voice that shocked you—as if he were speaking complete and utter truth and sincerity, with no pretense. As if he were channeling life, without even meaning to.

"What?" you asked, moving closer to the bench on which he sat.

"An angel. I heard the deep space pilots talk about them." The boy clicked his feet together on the bench, looking up at you only with earnestness. "They're the most beautiful creatures in the universe. They live on the moons of Iego, I think..." The boy trailed off, suddenly looking away, blushing.

"You're a strange little boy," you said, watching him. You expected he was around your age, but you knew all of the younglings in the temple. Who was this boy, and what was he doing here? "What's your name?"

"Anakin," he said, looking back to you with a pout.

"I'm Y/N," you said, sitting down next to him on the bench, your curiosity overpowering you. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm waiting for Master Kenobi. He...he's going to ask the council if he can train me, now that Master Qui-Gon..." the boy trailed off again, hanging his head. You understood. You'd heard of Master Qui-Gon's death—the news had spread through the entire temple. Some of the older younglings, Dallum among them, tried to scare the younger ones with tales of a painted warrior, with horns and yellow eyes. You didn't believe such rumors.

"Where did you come from, Anakin?"

"Tatooine," he answered, and you felt again the feeling of deep space, of loss, of longing through the Force. "Master Obi-Wan said he will take me on as his Padawan, now that Master Qui-Gon isn't...isn't around to train me."

"Padawan?" you asked, astonished. "But you're so young?"

Anakin shrugged, and didn't answer. You looked to him. He looked dirty, as if he'd never visited a proper refresher. His arms were folded.

"I'm glad to have met you," he said, turning back to you. "I hope you'll remember me, if—"

"Anakin," you heard Master Obi-Wan say, and you both jumped as he approached. "Anakin, we must go," Obi-Wan instructed impatiently. The Jedi Knight turned to look at you, and his face softened.

"Run along to training, young one," he told you, and you didn't feel the need to explain to him that you'd been excused. You stood up quickly.

"Goodbye, Ani," you said, smiling as the nickname came into your head. You felt through the Force that this boy had been called this plenty of times, felt him register you using a name that had been reserved for those in his past—perhaps his family. He couldn't stop staring at you.

"Goodbye," he said, still turning around once or twice to look at you as he followed Obi-Wan down the hallway.

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