#BUT. the other half of the class are ex-cons attempting to get jobs . and these guys he gets along with like a house on fire

[july-19th-club]

the thing is that while i am 100% dean mechanic endgame and that's how it's going to pan out in wishes were horses, i also don't think - look, i actually don't think dean...knows...how to fix cars.

he knows how to fix car.

like, as in just the one. it's the only one he's ever driven, he never finished his education, just learned by example from his dad and bobby - who probably only showed him what to do on other old junkers he had lying around - and he figures out problems only as they occur, so while he is extremely familiar with one specific model of midcentury chevrolet, he only has a spotty, case-by-case working knowledge of other older cars and zero practical experience with the guts of modern vehicles. which is why at the age of forty-five he has to go to vo-tech and take auto shop before he can do it professionally

[samwrights]

I’m sorry but ukai with a breeding kink😳yes PLEASE

I swear I saw another ask that asked for Ukai with an impreg kink

*ahem* anyways—WOW this one was a doozy but holy shit did I have fun writing it. 11k words you guys. 11. K. It is a lot so grab some cocoa or coffee and a blanket because this is a read. It even has to be split into two parts because I hit the fucking text limit, BUT this also means there is no actual smut in this portion. You can find that here.

If you guys need some ear candy, I recommend the following:

Day N Nite (Crooker’s Remix) by Kid Cudi

Pursuit of Happiness (Extended version with Steve Aoki) by Kid Cudi

Breaking Me by Topic

C’Mon by Ke$ha

Flannel by The Cardboard Swords (it has to be sad somewhere)

Magic in the Hamptons by Social House

Fun fact: Ke$ha was actually the primary inspiration for this fic and for DJ!Ukai. God bless her.

Warnings: language, nicotine and alcohol consumption, implied drug use, implied emotionally abusive relationship, breeding/impreg kink, dirty talk, rough sex, risky sex, road head, slight dub-con, praise, multiple smut scenes, 3rd person POV reader-insert—because the word ‘you’ just didn’t seem to fit.

Without further ado, please enjoy the filthy depths of my brain followed by a relatively happy ending that I’ve titled, “Between the Lines’” :-)

“You’ve been more tired lately, and you’re showing up right when practice starts. Is everything okay?” Was the question that Takeda had asked Ukai Keishin that haunted him for years to come. Sure, he had wanted to gain more independence from his parents, wanted to start being more adult-like and take over the mortgage and the bills so his parents could finally rest. At the age of twenty-six, it seemed like a good idea at the time. With four years passing, however, Keishin was so damn tired, but it wasn’t like he could just stop working.

He was still tending to crops every morning, tending to the shop, coaching for Karasuno, but in the four years time, he had adopted one more job on the weekends—Ukai Keishin was a local nightclub DJ. He’d discovered the job opportunity one fateful night that he was out with his friends from the neighborhood association. To this day, he was still unsure of why he was approached with the job, especially considering he didn’t know the first thing about being a DJ, but the woman who had offered him the position had taught him everything he needed to know.

It turned out that he had a natural affinity for the position, seeing as he was still at it years later under the alias Spira. Ukai kept telling himself that he would quit the gig eventually because there was no way he could continue working four jobs—it was inhuman and the money didn’t even really matter to him. Okay, that last one is a lie; his DJ gig has been a substantial contributor to his savings funds to the point where he was even able to afford a newer, larger, (and slightly) used SUV in full compared to his tiny, old yellow beater. Even his mortgage bills were starting to look less daunting with the current cash flow.

Who needs sleep anyway? Ukai survived and thrived off of nicotine and caffeine anyway. Besides, sleep was the last thing on his mind whenever he set foot into the club. It was impossible to think of anything other than the writhing bodies of sweaty, young adults that were already drunk or high or were practically fucking each other with their clothes on. Perhaps that was part of the reason Keishin felt the need to quit this job—he was envious. Envious of the fact that he never got to indulge in his youth like these kids did; he started working and helping his family out right away after college. Sure, he went out here and there, but these twenty-something-year-olds were living their best life, while he was thirty and catering to their whims.

To say he was a bit bitter would be an understatement.

Bitterness aside, however, it did him good to see the youth enjoying exactly that—their youth. They got to do as they pleased between exams and becoming functioning members of society and, while he was jealous, Ukai was proud to be able to contribute to their pleasure.

He’d arrived to the club early, as he often did, to try to grab a drink before he was due for stage time. Ukai was thankful the bartenders knew him enough that he didn’t have to verbally order considering the music was too loud to hear him in the first place. A rum and coke manifests itself in a small, plastic cup that the blonde raises in thanks before weaving and bobbing around the various partygoers. For the most part, he’s successful in dodging the flailing bodies as he mutely notes the very upbeat remix of some female pop artist playing.

But only remotely successful as Keishin attempts to salvage his drink from spilling as he raises it over his head as one of the partygoers is pushed into him. “Hey, careful!” He snaps toward the younger, [hair color]ed woman. She only looks half-offended by the scolding, but otherwise unperturbed. If anything, the dominating expression on her face was confusion.

“Coach Ukai?” He’s surprised to hear both his given name and his title, let alone coming from a club patron, as they all knew him as Spira. Recognition slips his mind entirely—he’s never met this girl in any way that he can remember. Certainly, he would never forget crossing paths with this beauty, even if she was dressed in a similarly juvenile fashion to the other ravers. Tight crop top tee cinched together by a knot at the midriff, with army green high-waisted shorts attempting to cover the bare skin, face painted with makeup, glitter, and sweat; even underneath the garb, she brought forth no recollection. “Uh, d-do you remember me?” It’s a challenge to hear over the music, but she presses forward close enough that her lips are right in Keishin’s ear.

“Can’t say that I do,” he yells right back into hers.

“Karasuno class of twenty-twelve, I was Sugawara’s girlfriend.” Oh.

Oh.

Now he remembered, vaguely, but he doesn’t ever remember her looking like this. The last four years had been incredibly kind to her, in more ways than one. Back in her Karasuno days, [name] had always looked pleasant, for lack of better term. But there was always a lifeless, matted, dull glaze to her eyes that screamed she was searching for something more. While it was still somewhat present, there was a substantial joyous air around her. It looked good on her. However, as much as Ukai wanted to stay and admire, he had to go get set up for the evening. Or rather, that was the excuse he used when he said he would catch her after the show. “[name], did you know who that was?” The woman in question gives a nod, confused at the sudden star struck gawks that her friends held.

“Uh, yeah? My ex-boyfriend’s volleyball coach?”

“No dude, that was the DJ, Spira.”

“What?”

Being the closing act meant a lot of different things to Ukai Keishin. On the negative spectrum, it meant he was going to have to tend to crops as soon as he finished cleaning up his set. That also meant he wasn’t going to get to go to bed until nearly eight in the morning after his shift at the farm. Yet, for him, the positives greatly outweighed the negatives. For Keishin, watching the audience lose themselves in euphoria, albeit probably a drug-induced one, just hit different for him. It was a sense of satisfaction that only came from a select few activities, with coaching volleyball being the other major contributor. There was just something about the way the crowd was overwhelmed and screaming the second underground remixes of old Kid Cudi tracks with his own twists overtook the speakers that granted Keishin a sense of enlightenment.

For him, being a DJ allowed an audience to flow and vibe with the journey of his life and all its constant up and down motions while under the guise of anonymity. As Spira, Ukai opened up the complexity and conflicting feelings of his inner mind and brought it to fruition through his mixes. He felt that in his soul, he’d done his art of storytelling justice. The audience felt it. Hell, his mom at home probably felt it. Perhaps it was one of the main reasons this dingy, hole-in-the-wall club kept asking him to come back every weekend.

His mind wanders further as he clutches an electronic cigarette in his hand, mixing beats on the turntable while taking hits of nicotine in between. He wonders if the girl he had ran into just a few minutes prior had been frequenting here as often as he had. Then, thinking back to what little information she supplied earlier, Ukai’s mind drifts off to the former third-year setter from when he first started coaching. Sugawara was a nice boy with a firm, almost parental, hand that walked dangerously along the lines of being a partner and being a control freak. When it came to his relationship, things had to go his way. And while his girlfriend that came to every tournament was much more outspoken yet easy going, she was opinionated and didn’t shy from confrontation.

Now that the coach had given it more thought, it was a wonder that one tolerated the other at any point in time. If anything, Ukai imagines the two of them would typically be at each other’s throats. From the few times he had interacted with her, she was always more free spirited and couldn’t be weighed down by any one else’s opinion, but seeing her now was different—she was in her element in the dingy, dark club with the glitter on her cheekbones refracting light off of her face. There was laughter and true, unabashed joy on her face. She had a light of her own—like she was ray of sunshine in the center of a storm.

Three hours past midnight when the club closed was always Keishin’s sign to leave, regardless of the countless attempts to attend the after party he’d been invited to. He had to go to work, after all. Sure, a part of him had always been a little green with envy at all the DJs that got to hook up with club patrons after, but after being at this gig for a few years, he figured that the right girl for him would eventually come to him if he continued working on himself. After all, he didn’t want to just have a string of one night stands with a bunch of fresh adults that could barely function after the small drop of Malibu rum—he was too old for that.

“Uh, coach?” [name] felt strange calling him that, but she didn’t feel familiar enough with him to address him otherwise. He was halfway in his car, the blonde ready to leave for the weekend to go back to his regular day-to-day work. “You coming to the after party?” [name] asks when Keishin only looks at her in question, cigarette hanging betwixt his dry lips.

“No, I actually have to go to work right now.”

“Oh,” she doesn’t mean to express her disappointment, but it slips anyway, “guess I’ll catch you later then?”

“Uh, yeah.” A tight lipped hybrid of a pained grin and grimace crosses her wet, gloss covered lips. Without another word, Ukai closes his car door, a little more brusquely than he intended to, before backing out and leaving the young woman to her own devices. His mind wanders once again with him humming absentmindedly to the soft acoustic punk playing over the car radio. His eyes are focused on the passing greenery, the cars that are weaving and bobbing off the freeway—hell he even noticed the way the tendrils of the sun are just barely starting to peak over the horizon because it reminded him of her. A thought he banishes immediately because he feels creepy for even thinking that.

Yet no matter how much scenery flitted through his honey eyes, his mind keeps traveling back to one thing, or rather one person, only.

Goddammit.

On Monday’s practice, Ukai Keishin’s mind is flooding and drowning in memories of his first year as the volleyball club’s coach. It was as if his mind was coercing him to attempt to reach out to the girl that plagued his mind for the last forty-eight hours or so. Though, he had no way of contacting her. Instead, with every step along the wooden floors, he can remember the way she would walk Suga to practice, almost physically seeing her standing in the doorway to kiss the third-year setter goodbye. As if he could see her sitting underneath the third window from the left, quietly doing homework and exchanging small talk and airy laughter with Kiyoko and Daichi. As if he could see the same sunny smile she gave in the audience from Saturday night at the club between the lines of the woodwork in the floorboards.

It was a repeating pattern day in and day out that was beginning to make Ukai question his sanity.

“Hey, man,” his assistant coach and fellow Karasuno alumni, Tsukishima Akiteru, places a hand on his shoulder and looks at him in worry. “Are you okay? You’ve been out of it all week.” In what world did a week translate into three days, the older blonde coach didn’t know.

“I’m fine, just tired,” Keishin all but bites back. He didn’t want to admit his conscious had been running rampant with thoughts of a girl he’d briefly met at a club. It felt almost as disturbing and perverted as it sounded in his mind.

“The team’s worried about you. Why don’t you take an early weekend and get some rest? We’ll see you back on Monday, yeah?” Normally, Ukai would have vehemently refused. However, his circumstances were far from normal and he was gracious for an assistant coach he trusted wholeheartedly to do the work that needed to be done. And so, Ukai heeded Akiteru’s advice and went home before practice even began on Thursday afternoon.

It was slightly disorienting for him to go home and nap, but he was incredibly thankful for the gift. Waking up just before he was technically supposed to start his shift at the shop, Keishin jumps into a cold shower to bring him to life before heading downstairs. A bellowing yawn passes his lips through his teeth as he starts his evening. Maybe his team was right—he really did need a break. Thankfully, he knew that the second the doors to the Sakanoshita were locked, he was done for the evening and wouldn’t need to reawaken until three the following morning. Just a few more hours until then, he thought.

With it being a slower evening as well, Ukai was able to kick his feet up on the counter as he always did, pull open the newspaper from earlier in the morning and casually flip through. Briefly, he considers giving up one of his four jobs because this was something he missed doing. But consideration aside, he was far too in love with the cash flow and the thought of paying off his mortgage to entertain the thought for long. Maybe one day, he would finally sell the Sakanoshita store or quit helping on the farm—

“You still work here?” Huh. Her voice sounds different when it isn’t drowning under the speakers of a nightclub.

“I do own this place, you know.” Ukai snarks at the woman who’d been consuming his brain for the last week. She looks different without glitter reflecting off of her unreal cheekbones or the heavy layers of foundation and eyeshadow. Even more than before, Keishin definitely recognized [name] now. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Shopping,” she snorts as if it were the most obvious thing, “why else would I be at a store?”

“Dunno, maybe you’re just here to see me.” Ukai responds without skipping a beat, turning the page of the paper to play into his guise that he wasn’t the slightest bit surprised at [name]’s presence.

“Uh...actually...” her voice is quiet, prompting the coach to quirk a brow and fold up the paper he was now pretending to read. It wasn’t like he could focus on anything right now outside of the woman standing before him, spearated only by a thin counter. Without talking again, his brown eyes lock with hers, silently goading for her to continue speaking. “I-I just...I don’t know. It was just really weird to see you at the club and then to find out that you’re Spira on top of that. I haven’t seen anyone from Karasuno since I graduated and—“

“Woah, kid, breathe.” Ukai interrupts her before she can continue spewing word vomit at a hundred miles an hour. “So what if I’m Spira? Though, you better not tell anyone that. My stage name is a secret between us, alright?” For a moment she’s quiet, gears turning in her head. The secrecy didn’t make sense to her because, if anything, he should be proud of the fact that he’s rather well known in the underground electronica scene. Or at least, she was in his stead, because [name] would have been proud of Ukai regardless of whatever occupation he held.

She supposed it came with the territory of having an unrequited crush on the coach years ago, that continued well beyond high school and even university, back when she was still dating Sugawara Koushi. It was the reason she had even bothered to come sit in on his practices and partially the reason she would come to his tournaments and matches. Not that she didn’t want to be supportive of her then-boyfriend—it would have been a fight had she not—but seeing the hot older coach was definitely a bonus in her book. “But why?” She offers, not wanting conversation to end despite her not having actually bought anything.

“If the school ever caught wind of me doing that, I could lose my position as the coach. Some shit about Karasuno’s image or whatever.” [name] gives a small nod, fidgeting subconsciously, as an attempt to shake her nerves and anxiety, by sifting through various candy bars that were in front of her before grabbing her favorite. Without a second thought, she peels the wrapper before placing the candy between her lips, the puffy pink skin greatly contrasting the chocolate coating. “Ya gonna pay for that, kid?” Ukai irks, his honey brown eyes steeling over in irritation. The nickname she’s given hits the final nail on the coffin and seals away [name]’s trepidation. Instead, her own sass comes out to join the fun.

“Nah,” she hums playfully, the chocolate-covered wafer cookie crunching between her teeth. “Quit calling me kid, coach. I’m a lady,” the irony isn’t lost on either of them as she speaks with her mouth full.

“Still a kid, kid. And quit calling me coach, I’m not your damn coach.” The familiar, grumpy attitude of his brings [name] back to the Ukai she knew back in high school. In a mix of nostalgia, warmth washes over her as the haughty tone in his voice sent shivers down her spine like it did a few years back.

“Sure thing, coach,” she teases again before tossing the wrapper of the stolen candy bar into the nearest bin. “You’re at the club tomorrow, right?” The question adds a bit of context and confirmation to Ukai—it seems she knew when Spira was performing, meaning she must have been a patron for a decent amount of time. Part of him wonders how she never realized who he was before, another part wonders how he’s never noticed her considering she could make all traffic stop if she stood in the middle of a freeway. At least, that’s what looking at her did to his heart.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe this time, you’ll join us at the after party.” Without another word, [name] pushes herself away from the counter she’d been leaning on while talking to the blonde man. With Akiteru giving him the weekend off, he actually entertained the thought of attending this time. Even if her invitation was rather blasé and indirect, he didn’t see the opportunity of him attending one presenting itself any time soon. He may be old, by his own standard, but there was a unknown allure to the thought of showing up to a wild party with a woman that was so adamant of his attendance.

Or rather, adamant in his mind. Whether she actually wanted his company remained to be seen, but the curiosity was gnawing at him, and was something he would have to unearth sooner rather than later.

Having an entire night, or a day’s worth, of rest was a rather disorienting, yet pleasant feeling for Ukai. After tending to crops and returning home in the early hours of the morning, the blonde coach was able to catch a solid nine hours of sleep before his shift at the Sakanoshita store with another chance to nap before he needed to head to the club. Despite knowing he had the ability to do so before another restless night, his mind felt the need to keep him awake and alert. Even after showering and styling his blonde tresses into their usual mane—mundane acts that usually came to him automatically—he was hyper aware of the slightest unruly flyaways.

Ukai Keishin was nervous.

He didn’t know what to wear or if there was a dress code or if anything he typically wore would be deemed worthy of an after party. A part of him wanted to leave it alone and let him sport his usual white track pants and tight, maroon muscle tank, but that part of him immediately drowns in the ocean of his anxiety. Another string in his brain prompted him to dress up just a little bit to help him look the part—it had nothing to do with impressing a certain club patron, no—he tried to convince himself. A miserable attempt, but still one nonetheless.

Eventually, he settled on crisp, dark-washed jeans that hugged his muscular legs without being suffocating, paired with a vibrant, crimson muscle tee that hugged his biceps all the same. Ukai still felt a little out of place in the attire, as he often had back when he first assumed the alias Spira, but headed out the door of his apartment before his conscious could dispute it.

He was early again, even more so than normal. Desperate for a drink to calm his nerves and replace his blood with liquid courage, Ukai worms his way around to the bar, signaling the attendant for his usual. Rum and coke in hand, the DJ stands off to the side, hiding like a wallflower, while he studied the sweaty, dancing bodies. Did he know why he was looking for her—no. Maybe partially to tell her she owed him for the candy bar, maybe to tell her he was joining in on the after party this time around.

Maybe to just see her.

Keishin banishes the last thought with a shake of his head before skulking off to the attached patio to smoke. Pulling a cigarette from his pack and a lighter from his pocket, the flame torches the end of the filter at the same time the blonde inhales. Forcefully pushing the smoke out past his lips, Ukai takes a hearty sip of his drink until it’s nearly gone. He was going to need something stronger tonight.

“Is it that time already?” The older man’s head snaps to the voice that had been haunting him subconsciously.

Part of him wishes he didn’t look.

As if to play into her question, [name] checks the large, rose gold watch on her right wrist—an incredibly stark contrast to her outfit for the evening. Maybe it was a hunch when Ukai felt that he had been underdressed, as if his intuition knew that she was going to be dressed to the nines in a black skater dress. Even with a modest neckline, the lace cut out detailing on the sides of the dress accentuated her curves impeccably, playing well with the volume of the skirt, while the open back she was sporting dipped dangerously low.

It took everything in Ukai to not throw every milliliter of restraint and inhibition out the window and fuck her right then and there.

Taking a lengthy drag of his cigarette to hold himself back, Keishin inhales deeply, the smoke billowing past his lips emerging densely and grey in color. “I’m a little early—needed an extra drink today.” The man manages to choke out, downing whatever is left in his little plastic cup for added emphasis.

“Need another?” [name] chirps politely; almost too politely as if to deliberately dispute the salacious thoughts flooding the coaches mind.

“I can get—“

“I owe you anyway,” she reminds him, alluding to the candy bar she had eaten without paying for from the previous night. “Pick your poison.”

“Double rum and coke.” He concedes. [name]’s lips twitch upward slightly at the corner before she plucks the empty cup from Ukai’s hand. He doesn’t miss the way the shellac on her nails grazes against his skin, leaving the whispers of contact to run warm. Immediately, the blonde man uses the nearly dead cigarette between his teeth to light a fresh one—heaven or hell knows he needed the nicotine right now.

Given the silence, Keishin takes the opportunity to absorb his surroundings. From the general direction that [name] initially came from, she wasn’t around any of her friends or really anyone that he knew. That was good at least; there wasn’t anybody else that knew of his presence. [name] returns, two clear plastic cups in her hands and surrenders the darker of the two to the man awaiting. “Hold mine for a sec?” Without thinking, Keishin holds his cigarette between his left index and middle fingers, his drink in the same hand, while taking hers. To his surprise, she pulls out her own pack of menthols and a torch lighter, setting the leaves ablaze before taking her obvious vodka cranberry back.

“You took up smoking?” The older of the two asks in surprise, noting the way her lipstick leaves the slightest bit of residue along the brown filter. [name] gives a shrug.

“Surprised you didn’t notice it sooner, coach. I’ve been smoking since second year.” Ukai gives a roll of his eyes at the use of this strange pet name he’s been dubbed by her. But he thinks about it, thinks about how Suga must have felt probably knowing that she did. Thinks how it just added to this strange, sassy yet happy, wild and free exterior she now had. And [name] notices instantly the very same look Ukai had in his face when he was trying to strategize, trying to figure out a way to navigate a conversation with his team about becoming better—she knows what’s coming next. “Yeah, yeah, I know I should quit or whatever. Suga lost that argument a long time ago.”

“Can’t really tell you what to do when I’m just as guilty.” Ukai gives a laugh—one that is embedded with bitterness and envy at the mention of the third-year setter—yet is just as vivacious as he is. A sound entirely different than she’d ever heard leave his lungs before. She likes it.

After finishing his smoke, Keishin gulps down a hefty swig of his drink before patting [name] on the shoulder before announcing his departure. “I’ll see you inside,” the girl, woman, calls out thoughtfully as she gives a small wave with her cigarette filter between her fingers. Ukai doesn’t verbalize the same sentiment. He doesn’t want to slip up and admit he’ll be looking for her.

But it’s painfully obvious that he is when he takes over the booth. Unable to hide the fact that with every chance that he looks into the audience, he’s searching for that black skater dress that hugs her all too perfectly, [hair color] locks swaying as she moves in the crowd. Ukai can’t hide it at all—not behind the turn table or new remixes meant to get the crowd moving.

He can’t hide the urgency he feels to find her outside in the crisp evening air, smoking on the back patio of the club after his set. [name] is talking and laughing with her friends while thin grey smoke billows from her open mouth before her eyes land on him. Some of her friends take notice to the tension and their shared gazes, some of them whispering his alias in excitement. But [name] just smiles knowingly, if not a little cocky, because she can see that urgency, that desperation, that Ukai was trying to hide. “Wait, [name], do you know Spira?” A bystander asked. Clearly, they weren’t present the last time this was brought up.

“Yeah, I may have met him once or twice,” the woman in question snickers as she strides over closer and closer to the aforementioned DJ.

“Cute,” Ukai sneers teasingly at her jab before instinctively reaching for the half-gone cigarette she pulls to her stained lips. At first, she thought he was going to put it out, considering their little conversation from a few hours ago. Instead, the volleyball coach puts the filter to his own lips, noting the damp fabric probably from her freshly applied lipgloss, and takes a drag. It tasted like watermelons and mint.

“Cheeky,” [name] returns, plucking her cancer stick back from the blonde man. While her friends are still behind her murmuring about the familiarity between the two of them, Keishin and [name] are lost in their own little world. “So since your set is over, and considering you’re still here, I’m assuming you’re joining me for the after party? Or do you have to go to work again?”

“I told them I’d be out of town this weekend,” Ukai tries to play it off as nonchalantly as he could, ties to swallow it down his nerves with rum and nicotine. It proves rather difficult considering the coy smile on [name]’s face is wearing and cracking through his resolve rather quickly. But at least, to him, he could confirm his mind was not playing tricks on him and [name] was just as adamant about his attendance as he initially thought. Even more so with her next statement.

“Cool. Your car or mine?” It took him a minute to process her words even—lust thickening and constricting the flow to his brain at the vague question. Ukai was getting far too ahead of himself, but goddammit how could he focus when the fabric of her skirt hit her mid-thigh and framed her like a Venetian goddess—“I don’t mind driving there.” She adds to coax him away from his silence.

“Nah, I got it. We’ll take mine.”

“Lead the way,” [name] chimes sweetly as she wraps an arm around the coach’s forearm. The physical touch is everything he’s been fantasizing about for the last few days—hellfire and brimstone and sunlight and goddammit why did he wear jeans that were only getting tighter and tighter?

Ukai opens the passenger door to his SUV, supporting the woman as she clambered in cautiously so as not to stumble from her heels. Getting settled in, the coach surrenders his unlocked phone to allow her the entirety of his music library. The irony of the DJ surrendering DJ rights to the passenger was not lost on either of them. Much to his surprise, [name] put on soft acoustic punk as he usually did on his way home from the club. The kind of softness one would turn on to accompany the fragile pitter-patter of rain against the windshield. “Cardboard Swords?” Ukai asks in surprise, more than familiar with the band.

“Flannel is a favorite of mine. I’m kind of surprised it’s in your library.” She adds after she begins directing him to this evening’s party location. From the corner of his eyes, he can see the way her full lips are moving along each word with expertise. He sees the way her [eye color] orbs soften slightly and he can tell this song hits home for her.

She’ll never say why—she’ll never tell him this was the song that helped her move on from Sugawara Koushi while restoring her inner peace.

But Keishin is no fool. He can tell that this is physically hurting her—crushing her soul into the leather seat of his car and, instinctually, he wraps a large hand around hers that’s resting in her lap. “I came out tonight to have fun with you, so don’t you go getting sad on me.” He means each word with innocent intent, yet he cannot ignore the almost hidden, salacious drip to each syllable and neither can she. How could she when his touch sent volts of electricity through her skin?

“Right, right,” she says in a conceding tone, switching the audio to something much more upbeat and a little flirty. “Why did you agree to go out tonight?” If Ukai had an answer, then it died on his lips as he let go of [name]’s hand to reach for another cigarette. The process of lighting the tube, inhaling, and exhaling bought him an extra minute to come up with an excuse; her doing the same giving him another thirty seconds.

“I don’t know.” It’s a blatant lie—a lie that [name] believes all too easily—but Ukai can’t bring himself to admit the truth. He can’t admit out loud that she’s the only thing that’s been on his mind all week or that he jumped at the opportunity, created one even, to be able to have a one-on-one moment with her. Keishin can’t admit that he can tell there are intricate webs spun in her mind and that all he wants to do is untangle them one by one.

And he certainly can’t tell her that even the mere sight of her sends his brain into overdrive and all he wants to do is repeatedly fill her over and over with his seed until she is entirely his, inside and out in mind, body, and soul. There was no way in the nine circles of hell that Ukai Keishin was going to admit to his sinful thoughts.

“It’s just up here.” [name] points with gaunt fingers, cigarette between them as her voice is half choked from inhaling her own smoke. Mirroring the man’s actions earlier, she indulged in her own nicotine habit to quell the budding disappointment from Ukai’s lackluster response. They drove up a slight winding hill and as the trees pass by, the itch for her truth and her history was gnawing at him. He wanted to know why this rambunctious party girl invited him all week to these elusive after parties. Why Flannel ate away at her insides like it did his. Why did her and Sugawara breakup?

But he decides against it for the moment.

“Where are we?” Ukai asks. There’s cars all lining the sides of the road of varying worth—he felt even more out of place than normal with his older SUV, even if it was an upgrade for him, considering the large number of luxury vehicles.

“Bevelle’s house.” [name] says simply, pointing to an empty space in the streets as she throws the butt of her cigarette into the road. The casual way she name drops the owner of the club makes him gawk, catching flies in his mouth had there been any at the hour. With a satisfied, cheesy grin, she hops out of her seat and walks in the grass to meet Ukai on the other side as he clambers out of the vehicle as well. In familiarity, she grips into his forearm once again as they walk towards the forest mansion.

Keishin wasn’t sure what to expect when the two of them walked in, but a home full of people screaming his pseudonym and her name was not on that list. Younger hordes had surrounded [name], greeting her warmly and telling her how glad they were to see her again for the evening. Others were approaching Ukai, telling them how rare and a momentous occasion that the infamous artist Spira was amongst their midst.

“Glad to see you could join us, Spira.” His boss and club owner, Bevelle, approaches the mismatched couple. Bevelle was an alias used by the middle aged woman, her real name unknown to those that didn’t know her know her, and was once upon a time her stage name. While she had chosen a quiet location in the Miyagi prefecture, Bevelle was quite known in the underground scene. Granted, Ukai didn’t know any of that when he’d taken the job. If anything, it was all thanks to her that he was able to learn for his own success as well as granting him the opportunity to learn in the first place. “Good to see you too, trouble.” Bevelle affectionately goes to muss at [name]’s hair, to which she only replies with a cheeky grin.

“How do you know Bevelle?” Ukai presses his lips towards the ear of the woman still hanging onto him as she expertly leads the way to the kitchen. The car ride left her feeling slightly uncomfortable, ashamed even though she would never admit to that, and she knew she definitely needed a drink after it. Part of her was heavily rebuking herself for trying to pry into his mind by asking why he came along, even more so when she put on the one song that shattered her heart every time she heard it. It just excited her that he had it in his library, that he even knew who The Cardboard Swords were, and that he enjoyed the same obscure taste in music as much as she did.

“She’s a close family friend!” The chirp that [name] gives isn’t entirely convincing, like she isn’t telling the truth. Regardless, Ukai washes down his doubt with the beer he was handed, figuring she probably had her reasons. And as soon as the plastic is in each of their hands, [name] downs the contents immediately, hoping to drown out the nerves ebbing from her stomach with vodka. She should have been ecstatic—her old high school crush, her unrequited crush, was here with her, drinking side by side but she can’t help but feel the tension between them—sexual or otherwise.

Just as the two of them down their second round, a piercing voice cuts through the thicket of the masses, calling out her name and capturing her attention. “It’s your song! Come on!” A shrug and a smile crosses [name]’s features as she’s all but dragged away to a different part of the mansion. Much to his surprise, she grabbed onto Keishin to drag him along as well.

The two of them are presented with a myriad of sweaty, rolling bodies—much more gone than Ukai had ever seen at the club itself. It was oddly...sensual, if it could be called that, to see the fluid movements between party goers. Sensual, intimate, strange—all of them could be used interchangeably at this moment.

[name] is dancing with another woman, mouthing all of the words to the current pop song while bobbing and jumping around excitedly before her eyes lock on his. She’s in her element now. All sunshine and smiles like Ukai had seen from on occasion from years ago or most recently at the club, but they’re directed at him for once as she pulls him closer onto the dance floor. The taunting beats and repetitive call of “come on” and the way [name] loosely wraps her arms around his neck as she dances brings Ukai to the realization that this was the end of the line.

The end of the line, because Keishin can’t hold himself back anymore.

Not with the way her hips are grinding against is and she’s laughing warmly and heartily at his slight discomfort and her teeth are glittering off the lights in the dark room like stars in the night sky. Not with the way her head is thrown back and her dress drops low enough to flaunt the expanse of bare skin of her neck and collar bones that are just begging him to sink his teeth in. Not with the way her [eye color]ed orbs are locked with his as she sings along with the music, oddly enough alluding to some form of confession of her feelings.

He can’t fucking take it anymore.

The large hands he has on her hips move just under her arms to hoist her up, [name] instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist to keep her balance. Their eyes are locked, honed in on each other with the rest of the party melting into the background. With her deepest, most wild high school fantasy driving her actions, she grins. “Hi,” is all she says before Ukai cranes his neck back to cover her lips with his.

His kiss is everything she imagined it would be after years of pining. The smell and taste of smoke and wood floods her senses as his tongue laps at the watermelon lip gloss on her bottom lip before seeking refuge within her mouth. His hands, now wrapped around her thighs give intermittent squeezes, either to keep them grounded in reality or just because he needs something to clutch at—she’s unsure of which. In response, her manicured fingernails tangle into his messy blonde locks. Their kiss pours out their desperation, laying it all out on the table for the both of them to see clear as day.

The only thing that prompts them to break apart is the ending of the song.

“You wanna get out of here?” Ukai asks as he tenderly puts [name] back on the ground. As if he weren’t just making out with her moments ago, the motion is delicate and gingerly and almost loving.

“Not yet,” there’s a knowing, smug lilt in her voice as she turns on her heel and throw herself back into the throng of party people. Or rather, attempts. While she’s attempting to flee, Keishin snatches her wrist, pulling her closer until their chests are flush against each other.

“Nuh uh,” the blonde man tuts, “you’ve been asking me to join you at a party all week, now here I am. The hell makes you think you’re leaving my side tonight?” [name]’s grin only grows wider.

“I’ve waited for years for this opportunity, coach, so if you think I’m not gonna have fun with it, you’re dead wrong.” The word ‘years’ constricts the man’s heart—forces his pupils to blow into dilation with her modest, yet blunt confession.

“Years?”

“Years,” she repeats, “ever since that first practice you stumbled into the Karasuno gym as the temporary coach. Why do you think I came to every single exhibition match and tournament? Or came to study and do homework while you guys had practice?” This girl was grinding at every steel line of self-control that was left in Ukai’s body because every word spilling past her lips added an additional ten volts to the sexual tension between them.

“We’re leaving.” He bites out despite the delicate tone. Wrapping his hand around hers once again, Keishin tugs her along time dodge the party goers that threw the two of them curious glances, wondering why they were quick to leave shortly after their arrival. Just to tease him further, [name] almost wants to offer a rebuttal and tell him that they should stay longer and enjoy the show. However, she knows she’s done enough waiting and if he was taking her home, she wasn’t going to argue.

While urgency and desperation was their game, Keishin didn’t cut corners when it came to presenting himself as a gentleman as he helped [name] back into the car. Hormones be damned—he was still going to help a lady into the passengers seat. “You never did tell me why you finally agreed to come out tonight.” She says quietly, as if the two of them hadn’t been making out and dry humping a few minutes prior. “And it’s clearly not because you knew I had a crush on you all throughout third year—“

“Don’t act like you’re the only one with feelings in this.” Ukai grits out, speeding much faster back home than he did on the way to Bevelle’s house. Paying that no mind, [name]’s ears perk up at his own wayward confession. When she asked for clarity, a rumbling groan shakes his chest as he patted down his pockets in search for his nicotine sticks. “I didn’t recognize you the first night at the club because you look different now. Happiness looks good on you.”

“Happiness?” She echos confusedly, turning to face Ukai fully after lighting her own cigarette.

“You used to always look content back then—just barely content and nothing more. And I can’t stop thinking back to those days because you’re this ball of sunshine, kid, and I can’t stop wondering what the hell Suga did to you to dim your shine that badly. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week.”

[name] is quiet for a moment at his own rendition, his own version, of a confession and she’s stunned. And she can’t tell if she wants to cry or kiss him because this is not that way she ever fantasized this conversation going. It was going better than she dreamed. Better, because the words that Ukai is saying adds an entirely new layer to his amped up personality—he wasn’t just the sexy volleyball coach that she used to pine over. He was a person with deep rooted feelings for justice in the sense of wanting to understand how someone could inflict damage to the innocent and he wanted to rectify said injustices. He wanted to know how someone like Suga could try to dampen her sunlight instead of allowing her to thrive and bloom.

She wants to kiss him, she decides, but since he’s driving, she settles for placing a chaste one on the corner of his mouth. “Serves you right,” she jokes when she pulls away, “it’s been a long four years for me. It’s your turn to suffer.”

“Trust me, this car ride is torture enough.”

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Hiya! Here’s a mini-list of fics tagged as “First Time”!

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40 Works.

Before Midnight by DriftingGlass ( E | 211,528 | 28/28 )

Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery.

“Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?”

And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou.

(And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage | Implied/Referenced Child Abuse | Emotional/Psychological Abuse | Attempted Sexual Assault]

drag me to the deeps of your heart by halcyonwhispers ( E | 5,945 | 1/1 )

Everyone presents on their 17th birthday, and while Katsuki has already (alpha, big fuckin’ shocker), he awaits his boyfriend’s presentation to finally get over the nonexistent (slight) curiosity over Izuku’s new rank.

He can’t be an alpha, not crybaby, overthinking Deku. Anyways, both his parents are betas, and all that genetic and biology shit says Deku’s bound for that road.

(he thinks)

SeriesPart 1 of The (Im)Proper Way to an Alpha-Omega Courtship

[Underage]

Honeymoon High by Butterfree ( T | 115,021 | 18/18 )

“OI, FUCKFACE! If you think you’re just going to waltz into this fancy-ass church with your fake as shit smile and your miserable bitch of a wife while my friend is sitting on the street carrying YOUR BABY, then YOU need to step right down here SO I CAN DETONATE YOUR ASS UNTIL NO ONE CAN RECOGNIZE YOUR LYING FACE, YOU DIPSHIT EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!”

A beat of silence.

And then all hell broke loose.

It started with a ‘SLAP’ resonating from the bride who activated some quirk to maximize the pain that her ex-fiancé felt. A lady near the front fainted, knocking over the table with the wedding cake and a glass swan sculpture. The scattered remains caused the ring bearer to jump up. Her quirk accidentally activated and sent the brides’ maids into the air. A man with half white and half red hair rushed to save the statue, but ended up tripping over a power line which engulfed the room in darkness. It didn’t take long for everyone else in the building to follow.

In the midst of the glory Katsuki felt at the complete chaos, a calloused hand grabbed his sleeve. He was met with wide and curious green eyes. “Excuse me, I’m the groom. Do I know you?”

.

Fuck. He crashed the wrong wedding.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Don’t Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush ( E | 79,363+ | 20/21 )

With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Not-so-useless Deku by reigncloud ( E | 9,778 | 5/5 )

Katsuki just presses even closer, shoving Deku against the wall. “N-no!” Deku flails a bit, uselessly of course, and futilely tries to push Katsuki away. “Kacchan, don’t get so close!”

“Holy fuck, Deku. Is that what you’re trying to hide?” Katsuki has his thigh between Deku’s legs, and he can feel the other boy’s rock hard dick pressing against him. Deku’s hips jerk forward just a bit in response to the pressure of Katsuki’s body. “Shit, you absolute pervert. You fucking like this, don’t you?”

[Underage | Mildly Dubious Consent]

My Youth Is Yours by lalazee ( E | 2,419 | 1/1 )

“I love you.”“Gay.”“Are we really having this conversation while your dick is - oh.”

addendum: immersed by Ramabear (RyMagnatar) ( E | 2,733 | 1/1 )

After the confession on the beach, things do not cool down between Izuku and Katsuki even after they return to Izuku’s home together.

SeriesPart 4 of standing in awe of death

[Underage]

Panic by iknewaman ( E | 22,725 | 1/1 )

Katsuki’s experienced a load of ‘firsts’ in his lifetime, but his most memortable ones include the firsts he shared with Deku.

[Underage]

springtime of youth by claimedbydaryl ( E | 25,592 | 6/6 )

Now, Katsuki was capable of at least acknowledging that Izuku was his friend, but Izuku doesn’t think Katsuki knows that their rekindled relationship would entail things like talking, and almost-dates, and unsaid feelings.

(Or, the five times Izuku knew he would never forget the innocent sweetness of their childhood friendship despite all that had happened, and the one time Katsuki realised he had not forgotten it too).

addendum: connected by Ramabear (RyMagnatar) ( E | 3,699 | 1/1 )

Katsuki fulfills Izuku’s wish to become closer, become connected.

The first time sets the precedence.

SeriesPart 9 of standing in awe of death

[Underage]

Playgrounds and playing fields by Stars1Are1Metaphors ( E | 16,872 | 1/1 )

It starts as a game. Doctor and nurse, they call it. They’re childhood friends and there isn’t anyone they trust more than each other.

But somewhere down the line Bakugou and Midoriya end up in a very… complicated relationship.

[Underage]

[On Hiatus] synthesis by DriftingGlass ( M | 31,325+ | 6/? )

They didn’t know how it happened, or when a concept so fickle and ridiculous blossomed in the garden of doubts, anger, and pain in which they so frequently visited.

Between scarred hands and bloodied knuckles, unspoken thoughts stirred like petals in springtime rain.

Bakugo was not prepared for the undeniable change spurring between them.

Unfortunately, neither was Midoriya.

[Underage]

Storm Stayed by actualdevil ( E | 4,221 | 1/1 )

Inclement weather leads to finding shelter and reluctantly sharing a bed. Also, Kirishima was supposed to be here, damnit.

Took It Like a Champ by InfiniteTeal ( E | 3,238 | 1/1 )

Midoriya takes it like a champ when Bakugou forces him down to give the most miserable and rudest blow job of his life. He’s the one that leaves Bakugou speechless in the end.

[Underage | Dubious Consent]

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature ( E | 10,062 | 1/1 )

Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he’s been hiding it well but there’s one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

[Mildly Dubious Consent Becomes Consensual]

May-December by Disney_Princess_Izuku ( M | 8,291+ | 2/3 )

Midoriya Izuku is quirkless, a single father, and a Beta to boot.

If that’s so, of all the people in the world, just why did Bakugou Katsuki (alpha, a Pro Hero in Training with a great quirk, and eighteen) picked Izuku as the poor recipient for his affections? There were a lot of omegas in Katsuki’s age range that he could pick, so all this attention and attempts on seduction the blond was using on Izuku made zero sense.

He really should have cleared up that childhood crush with Katsuki when he had the chance. Flattered as he was, he really couldn’t accept Katsuki’s… proposals.

Problem was: the interested twitch in Izuku’s pants was telling a different story.

[Age Difference]

Birthday Secrets by DMMegsie ( E | 8,815 | 1/1 )

During their first year, with all the hectic events, birthday celebrations fell to the wayside. However, now in their second year, the class is trying to celebrate everyone’s special date…. except for a certain explosive temper student.

Katsuki Bakugou didn’t really celebrate his birthday through middle school and never told anyone when the date was.

It was only when some of the class realizes that Izuku Midoriya knows, that trouble starts brewing. It also brings the question to mind of: Why does Katsuki hate his birthday in the first place?

SeriesPart 1 of Only Comes Once a Year

[Underage]

Young Blood by Lilith von Beilschmidt (LilithK) ( E | 5,981 | 1/1 )

Bakugou hadn’t gone to class and his mother asks his neighbour, Izuku Midoriya to ask for his due homework. Of course, she doesn’t know about the tense relationship between those two… And neither does Midoriya know about what was Kacchan doing when he came into his room. A little one-shot fanfic, basically a pwp because I wanted them to masturbate each other. That’s it.

[Underage]

Top hero by pixiebob ( E | 2,579 | 1/1 )

He had expected Deku to be sweet and innocent.

Alright, Deku is sweet.

He always smiles at him, he loves to cuddle, and he is just so open with his feelings he can say the cutest things and make Katsuki feel like exploding from embarassement.

But fuck innocent.

Midoriya Izuku is all sloppy kisses, plush lips trailing on neck, breathy laughs, hands under shirt.

I Miss You by kayjscage ( E | 5,618 | 1/1 )

Izuku didn’t think it would be so easy to start repairing a broken friendship, but Katsuki found him very persuasive.

To Mend A Hero by BluKrown ( E | 8,665 | 2/2 )

After being attacked by Shigaraki, Midoriya has been recovering.A week has gone by and Bakugo is obviously concerned about it.

[Underage | Past Rape/Non-Con]

[On Hiatus] When It Isn’t Like It Should Be by gobeyond ( M | 2,461+ | 3/? )

Jesus, what is wrong with this world. How the fuck did Deku end up an alpha and I’m the omega?

Katsuki had always been sure he would present as an alpha and Deku would be an omega. But what happens the results are actually the last thing he was expecting?

[Underage]

you have nothing to hide from me by QueerPinoy ( E | 2,582 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku is ashamed of who he is. Who… they are? Who she is? He’s still not sure but he sure as hell doesn’t want to think about it right now. He pushes his femininity away like it’s a shameful thing, something to stay hidden, keep to himself. Sometimes he slips, lets a gesture through. Once he even painted his nails and kept them on for a whole day – black, an acceptable nail color for a boy going through his teenage angst. But this, the Izuku, he saw looking at himself in the dress he had mail-ordered, is his secret. The dress doesn’t quit him quite right – it drapes where it should be tight, falls too low on his torso, but it’s still precious and he still grins a stilted smile when he looks at himself in the mirror. No one would ever know about this dress. No one would ever know how he felt.

Bakugou Katsuki is the opposite. He could probably be stealth if he wasn’t so bombastic about who he is. He doesn’t even whisper it, doesn’t just tell his friends – he yells it out. “How the fuck am I more of a fuckin’ man than you?” “I’ve got more balls than you without even fucking having any!” He never bothers hiding. He has no shame. Izuku yearns to know what that’s like.

SeriesPart 3 of bakubowl

Belatedly by beebuzz ( E | 4,911 | 1/1 )

“It wasn’t a preposterous question. They’d done Things, plenty of things after years of pining and tension abruptly vanished, but never this.”

The boys fumble through their first time together with a lot of uncertainty and a heavy amount of taunting.

SeriesPart 2 of Steadfast

Hero Pants by zubateatscakes ( T | 1,077 | 1/1 )

Rated T for the first part. Katsuki and Izuku are about to do it for the first time, but then Bakugou notices something that completely turns him off.

True Colors by creatiwriter ( E | 4,051 | 1/1 )

Katsuki Bakugo has never been good at showing his true feelings, but that doesn’t stop Izuku Midoriya from trying.

You Talk Too Much by DastardlyDaisy ( E | 3,215 | 1/1 )

Bakugou and Midoriya have a strange relationship

[Underage]

stranger things by failbender ( M | 945 | 1/1 )

They’ve been dating for two months now, but sometimes it’s still strange.

Prompt fill: “You were never just my friend.”

SeriesPart 1 of prompt drabbles!

It Started With An Apple Slice by illu_nii ( E | 8,184 | 1/1 )

Was it for better or for worse? Usually I could tell. But this time, Kacchan wasn’t giving me any hints. Of course his actions toward me lately have been rather concerning for my friends, but to me it was just how Kacchan was. It was normal…

Right?

Birthday Surprises by DMMegsie ( E | 8,946 | 1/1 )

It has been two months.

School and the end of a term has really kept both Izuku and Katsuki apart with the exception for brief moments here and there in private.With their budding relationship a secret, and Izuku’s birthday on the horizon, it is only natural they’d want to take things further.

This is a sequel to the fic Birthday Secrets.

SeriesPart 2 of Only Comes Once a Year

[Underage]

Chapter 1 of Love in a Week by anonymousCat ( E | 450 | 1 out of 4 )

A series of one shots for katsudek week.

Learning to live by Luciel (Bananenfisch) ( M | 2,890+ | 3/? )

No man was created equal. Midoriya Izuku learned this harsh reality at the age of eight. It was not the diagnosis that he was quirkless, which shook his life.

No, it was not this diagnosis that destroyed his life. It was something much more serious.

or

where All Might is Midoriyas father. All is nice and peachy until Midoriya gets sick and they have to deal with the consequences and then Bakugo fucking Katsuki steps into Izukus life and becomes Izukus own special Hero.

[Major Character Death]

Endeavors of the Mind by Kattfish ( M | 22,027+ | 3/? )

Bakugo and Midoriya both struggle with different aspects of their newfound relationship. Katsuki wants to be more open with his affections for Deku, but is hindered by his intimacy issues. Izuku covets Kacchan’s affection, but is too afraid of being overbearing.BakuDeku-centric with mentions of KiriShido and TodoMomo. Yaoi. M/MLemon flavored chapters.

same ol’ mistakes by dekuberry ( M | 483 | 1/1 )

Izuku felt reborn, under a gaze he has never seen before.

Worth the Embarrassment by Zeekcat101 ( E | 2,771 | 1/1 )

Bakugou wants Midoriya to train NOW! Midoriya doesn’t even get to use the bathroom before he’s being dragged away, which ends up being both a curse and a blessing.

Fuckin’ Cleveland Ohio by QueerPinoy ( E | 2,377+ | 1/? )

Katsuki had a stupid, wonderful idea, and, of course, Deku had to suffer through it too.

consent is sexy by The_Potatoe ( M | 300 | 1/1 )

In which Katsuki and Izuku are very in love, and value communication.

Delicate by maiume( T | 554 | 1/1 )

Izuku waited for it for so long, he couldn’t help being anxious.

All Eyes on You by ibreatheakaashi ( M | 4,254+ | 1/? )

“Bakugou!” Uraraka pulls on him, forcing him to trail behind him. He hangs back, getting a clear look of him. He looked the same, same blonde wild hair, unable to be contained- just like him. His piercing red eyes stared directly at him, they were hardening and unmerciful, just as he remembered.

His sleeveless black and grey plaid jacket, showing of his bare arms.They were still muscled, he suspected it was due to Kirishima well being. Underneath his plain white shirt nearly see through, the jeans he wore couldn’t possibly be anymore tighter, hell they looked good.

—

aspiring ballet dancer Midoriya Izuku dreams of following in his mother’s footsteps, he wants to become the best. when he gets into Julliard, his dreams become true one step at a time. he finds out that his childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki, a talented hip-hop violinst is also attending.he believes he changed. but did he really? or is he the same arrogant boy he met 5 years ago? can they work together and rebuild their friendship, and if so than will he fall to him?

Инструкция by Explodocat ( E | 5,422 | 1/1 )

Каччан не так идеален, и в первый раз у него не получается.

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Say Amen (Saturday Night) Chapter Two

Chapter 2/?

Pairings: Prinxiety, side Logicality, Platonic Moxiety, Platonic/Family Logince.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Words:1727 

Summary: Sanders Sides Human College AU

Being partnered for a class project causes some tension for Virgil and Roman. Until they both go to the same party and well…things happen.

Chapter 2 - Mama Can I Get Another Amen?

Summary: After Virgil spots his Ex at a party he comes up with a impulse idea. He and Roman find that they enjoy it way more than they thought that would.

~

Roman had been leaning against the hallway wall with his red solo cup in hand when Virgil appeared in front of him. He was wondering if he should return home to work on his monologue.

"Whoa , Um What?" he asked bewildered as he placed his drink on the floor. His mind startled as he thought that this was same guy who hurt him with rejection.

"I said my EX is here! Haven't you heard of a Fake out Make out? You said you're an actor! Act please!" he said with tension and fear

Sympathetically he looked into his pleading, oddly cute raccoon eyes. Roman's narrowed eyes darted towards Virgil's soft mouth and then quickly assessed his flushed face. He thought about how when he first saw him in class did think he was attractive before he was so hateful.

"Okay I can help a fella out" stating his consent with a cocky proud smile.

Virgil threw a quick glance behind him and saw that Jae had indeed followed him just like he thought he would.

So as he turned the corner, Virgil quickly took hold of the back of Roman's head.

Pressing his lips against Roman's he quickly forgot his previous state of fear. Roman's mouth was soft and caressing as he gently cupped Virgil's cheek in his hand. His thumb softly grazing against the skin of his face.

Virgil sighed instinctively, at his tender grasp of his waist as well. Before he knew what he was doing he momentarily relaxed. Roman's touch was tender and sweet, but still firm.

It made Virgil's stomach do an uncomfortable flip.

Letting his aggression flow out, he pressed his mouth forcefully against Roman. As he took a grasp of his hair between his fingers Roman's mouth opened with a sigh. Virgil pressed him against the wall with his body. Taken aback by the sudden rough treatment Roman froze for an moment.

Keeping his grip soft enough to hurt his partner Virgil tilted Roman's head back and trailed his lips down his throat and up around his neck towards his ear.

"Surely you can do better than that." Virgil growled into Roman's ear as he released his hair. “Come on pretty boy.”

Roman groaned as grabbed a fistful black fabric. Virgil's barbaric actions gave his heart a quick jump.

He had just barely registered the words that he spoke. His words were not only an insult to the skill of himself as an actor, but also his skill as a phenomenal kisser. He had to admit to himself that he could be turning up the heat if they were to convince an observer that they were romantically involved.

But when he was trying to woo a sweetheart he usually kept things sweet and gentle. What was happening with Virgil was NOT sweet o gentle, but it felt so good!

He had trouble thinking as Virgil found places on his neck and throat that made him moan loudly.

Roman felt so dirty making such sounds out in public, he felt his face heat with embarrassment.

In relation he angrily pushed them against the opposite wall pinning Virgil against the wood paneled wall.

He then took the other boy's chin in his hands. Virgil's darkened blue eyes looked into his warm brown eyes with a challenge. Roman licked his lips as he returned the look.

He then resumed their exchange with increased passion and force.

Unnoticed by the pair Jae looked on them with his eyes narrowed and then stormed off.

~

"OH hey there Teach!" Patton exclaimed as he spotted Logan.

"Don't call me that." Logan said as he subtly took a look at the Patton's pun covered shirt. “Interesting choice of apparel”

"Thanks, I like your tie," Patton said smiling a toothy grin. "I personally prefer bow ties, bow ties are cool!"

“Ah, Doctor Who! So you really like it?" Logan looked at him suspicious narrowing of his eyes.

"My step brother says that I look like I'm dressed for a job interview.”

“Nah! Serious people wear neckties." Patton smiled as he took out a juice box. “So your brother? What's his name?”

“His name is Roman. We were actually late to this gathering because of his preening. So uh did you happen to come to this gathering with anyone?” Logan inquired with a look in his hazel green eyes that Patton couldn't read.

Patton did have trouble reading his face in particular.

“My best friend Virgil.” Patton said happily.

“Virgil, like the poet. I like the name. ” his tightened face relaxed a fraction, Patton wondered what caused him tension.

“Hmm, I wonder where he wandered off too?” Patton wondered out loud as he took a look at his phone. “I've texted him four times and sent him a gif of a turtle”

“I uh, could come with you to assist you if you require help locating your friend.” he said as he adjusted his glasses. “Two sets of eyes are better than one.”

“Don't you mean two sets of four eyes?” Patton teased as he tapped his half rimmed glasses. And then gestured towards Logan's own black framed.

“We should start looking from where you last saw him, what does he look like?” Logan sighed not commenting on his attempted joke.

“He's wearing a black hoodie, a black shirt, black ripped jeans, black boots.” Patton described “Oh and he has black hair...and blue eyes.”

“He sure likes the color black doesn't he?” Logan stated sardonically.

“Sometimes he wears purple.”

They began their search around the spot they Virgil was last seen, near the refreshments.

After a few minutes Patton pulled up a picture on his phone and worriedly showed it to people at random.

“I can not believe you are showing everyone his photo like he is a lost animal or child.” Logan sighed.

“Have you seen this boy? His name is Virgil, known by his loved ones as Verge or Anxiety.” Patton asked two girls who were holding hands and talking.

When they took a look at his picture they burst out into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, we've seen them...I mean him...” said the brunette who wore a white shirt, black pants, and blue scarf looked a little nervous Patton. “He's not like your boyfriend or something.”

“No, he's my best friend.” Patton stated confused about the oblivious way that you could see relief on both of their faces.

“In the hallway through there, then turn left.” the blonde in a striped pink dress pointed them towards a hallway. “You can't miss them.”

Patton and Logan walked in the direction that the couple directed them to with confusion .

~

People were quick to leave the area where Virgil and Roman were occupied.

Full of warmth that was quickly turning to a overwhelming heat. Virgil reluctantly removed his hands from Roman's body and unzipped his black hoodie. He found it rather difficult to remove and began struggling.

"Let Me." Roman breathlessly rasped as he took the outer wear in his hands and quickly pulled it off Virgil's shoulders.

With the garment thrown haphazardly behind him, Roman placed his hand to the small of Virgil's back. He moved up to between his shoulder blades, he could feel his body through the loose black tee that he wore.

“Thanks for the help Princey.” he hissed as he licked a spot on his jawline.

“No problem.” he replied focused now on the feelings coursing through his body.

Both of them had at this point absolutely forgotten that this was supposedly a show for someone else.

~

“Oh! Yay, he's made a friend.” Patton exclaimed excitedly, squealing and clapping his hands together as they arrived at the entrance of the hallway.

“I think that's more than a friend.” Logan derisively mused before looking a little more closely in the dim light of the area.

As uncomfortable as Public Displays Of Affection made him feel, as he looked he realized that he recognized the other boy.

“Wait a minute. That's. My. Little Brother.” He stated in a clipped terse voice as he moved forward to break up the pair, when Patton's arm stopped him.

~

Both men were breathing heavily and they were unaware of anything that wasn't the other's body and mouth. That is until an abrupt cut in music startled them to an sudden stop.

“Sorry!” they heard someone in the distance shout out in the unexpected silence.

The music then returned quickly after. But the spell was already broken and they pulled away from each other quickly.

Roman continued to look at Virgil's mouth with his red lipstick smeared over it.

Virgil looked at his feet the as soon as they separated. He looked around and noticed that the area had emptied. Until he looked towards the end of the hallway, with a look of shock he saw Patton and a boy that he did not recognize.

With Patton's face in view he remembered why this had begin. This whole thing was just supposed to be fake, a con. It wasn't supposed to go this far. His feelings of panic returned with a vengeance. He needed to leave the party.

He looked for his protective hoodie, and on the floor it lay... in a puddle of the contents of a fallen red solo cup.

“Shit!” he cursed as he looked at his garment. His torn face looked back and forth between the exit and his apparel on the floor.

“I'll clean it for you!” Roman impulsively offered with a shout, taking the sullied garment from the ground. Virgil did not look at him as he spoke, but did he take the opportunity to leave.

“OK! See you in the library tomorrow!” Virgil said as he hurried away from the hallway.

“Oh hi I'm...” Patton cheerfully stated as he attempted to walk forwards and offer a hand to Roman. Before he could Virgil grabbed his wrist and pulled him away quickly. They left Roman and Logan alone before they could say anything.

“But I...” Roman started after him.

As he looked down at the black hoodie in his hands and licked his lips he could taste the lingering flavor of grape.

~

Chapter One

Chapter Three

Taglist: @dwbh888

[vynixnostra]

Vynix Nostra- (Sin'dorei/male) @vynixnostra - Bard, owner of The Heart of the Raven Tavern & Inn, ex-con artist and retired from the Silvermoon espionage unit. Has a son named Rien. After a private tragedy in his early adulthood, he took his experience in traveling minstrel and theatrical skill to make a living. Frontlines a collaborated dance club in the ballroom next to his tavern. Currently dating @perchedon . 

Korizar Shademyst- (Ren'dorei/Male) @korizar-shademyst - Informant, Vynix's assistant at Heart of the Raven, married to @sleeping-seer who are both swingers. Addictive personality. Raised by two militant parents who were killed in the fall of Quel'thalas. Easy to talk to, flirty and a very commanding personality. Lives in a tent cliffside near Rustberg's port with his wife.

Serazyth Umbrilen- (Nightfallen/Male) @serazyth - Alchemist and researcher, ley line observer. Nightborne exile from a mid-upper class family of influence who has chosen not to accept the remedy to his Nightfallen affliction for the time being. Cousin of @gigi-etoileur . Currently living with @waterborne-shade who runs an Alchemy shop in Tol Barad.

Karmyne Blazeheart- (Orc/Female) @karmyne - Tattoo artist and piercer. Runs the Blazing Heart Studio out of Rustberg Village. Covered from the neck down in mostly tribal artwork, with numerous piercings over major points on her body. Very loud, ambitious and friendly. Gets along with nearly everyone and will attempt to drink you under the table.

Rowsin Gaines- (Human/Male) @rowsin-gaines - Perfumier and Pâtissier. Young adult who originally moved to Silverpine with an ailing parent. Has the worgen taint but does not remember anything from when he shifts. Very shy and quiet on the exterior almost to the point of wallflowering, bubbly and rather intelligent once warmed up.

Levyn Ari- (Half Elf/Male) @levynari - Combat medic and troll emissary. High elven mother and human father who were both integral to racial relations during the Third War, was kept secluded in schooling by the matriarchal side until he left. Spent years integrating into various Troll tribes [to varying outcome] to learn their culture and medicinal training. Divorced, and more recently divided from the church of the Light. Currently in Zandalar.

Ethyn Quilhaven- (Sin'dorei/Male) @thelibertinelibrary - Author of a romantic line of books that he touts with a traveling cart dubbed The Libertine Library. Spoiled and cock-sure from a wealthy bloodline, he enjoys as much of a hedonistic lifestyle as possible, while being practically introverted when inspired to write.

Deivora- (Draenei/Female) @deivora - Retired Arms Master with a forté in polearms. Freelances in guard and security work when the job suits her. Middle-age as far as her race is concerned, she is wary of the younger races. Stoic and dry of wit, she has slight xenophobic tendencies that stem from her extensive time on Argus and, therefore, demonic presence.

I am available on all of these both in-game and on Discord! I DO have other alts (hello, altaholic life) that aren’t as played and therefore not represented here. If you’d like to RP with any of them, just let me know! I’m always happy for storylines and contacts!

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

My personal connection with Taylor’s discography, part seven: Cowboy Like Me

Basically this is just a series I’m doing where I write down my feelings on what each of the Taylor songs means to me personally on a line to line basis both for my own sake to have it somewhere and for anyone who wants to know anything further about me.

So with that in mind, let’s get started.

Cowboy Like Me

One of my favourite things about this song is that despite Taylor writing it as a love song and confirming as such by adding it to the ‘forever is the sweetest con’ playlist, the lyrics can just as easily be referring to a breakup. And to be honest, I thought it was a breakup song the first time I heard it. And though I’ve now realised that wasn’t the intention and the song’s connection to Ready For It makes that all the clearer, I still relate it to the platonic breakup between me and a now ex friend. In short, while I cannot obviously know for sure, it has always felt like they moved on from this friendship without a second thought while I am still stuck here missing it some days. Likewise, while I logically know how it all fell apart and I can see I wore rose-coloured glasses for a lot of it and so on, in the decade this friendship went on for, it really did feel like I had met a twin flame and am still kind of in shock about how it all went down.

And the tennis court was covered up with some tent-like thing

In general, I love this line as an opener because it makes it seem like you’re in the middle of the story. And like that feels significant to me because 1. when you tell others about someone and/or your past, you are effectively telling a story and 2. it gives the impression that you were out being perfectly fine living your life without this person but indicates that this person will change you. And to me that’s how it feels when anyone significant comes into your life. Like typically you are not born with them already there, they come along later, typically when you’re least expecting them and are just going about your everyday life.

Anyway, for me personally, I love the idea of starting with a story because when I talk about the person I relate this song to, I always start with how they actually gave me one of the worst first impressions I’ve ever had. On the first day of seventh grade, I started with band and after introducing themselves, they immediately tripped over the drum kit. Me, being the judgmental person I was at the time, shook my head and internally went ‘god what an idiot’ and walked away, expecting to never speak to them again.

And you asked me to dance but I said, "dancing is a dangerous game"

A year and a half later, we were still strangers. He was however, a friend of the boy I started crushing on on my first day of seventh grade and didn’t get over for two years. In eighth grade, I tried out and joined the SRC in part because said crush did. As part of that, we had to organise the school dances. At the time, I had this plan to ask my crush out at the dance, but when the time came along, the other SRC representative and my now ex friend then stranger tried to stop me. At the time I just assumed it was because my crush was gonna say no, but that I’d rather try and hear it from them than not.... it turns out the others were trying to stop me because my crush had asked out his crush the same night and were currently making out with dancing on the dancefloor. Being the stereotypical teenage girl I was, I cried over it (even though looking back there was like literally 0 reason to believe this dude would ever like me or not have a partner lmaaao). In an attempt to make me feel better, this stranger now ex friend asked me to dance. I declined, cleaning myself up and lied that it was fine and it wasn’t safe to because I ‘had two left feet’ anyway so things turned out for the best. That night was never brought up again and I didn’t see the now ex friend for another year.

Oh, I thought this is gonna be one of those things

In ninth grade, me and my ex friend were put into the same class. In said class, the teacher hated them and loved me. This was also very much a class where the more the teacher liked you, the better your grade was, no exceptions. So when this now ex friend took several weeks off after being sick, I offered to catch them up to earn points with the teacher. Given I didn’t think much of the now ex friend at the time, I assumed it would be a hassle. Needless to say, it went so well that we sat together in every class we had together since. It was also the beginning of me no longer being the favourite of the teacher, and for the first time I got a B that semester.

Now I know I'm never gonna love again

I’m someone who believes you never love two people the same way. Like you’re obviously not going to love a partner in the same way as your sister or mother in the same way as your friend. But even between friends, I feel like each friendship takes a life of its own and it’s impossible to love two of them the same way. And I definitely felt that way with this friend. Like there was just something so free and exciting and different about that friendship that I not only didn’t have at the time, but to be honest, don’t feel like I’ve matched since. And while I’m obviously not past the age of making new connections, I don’t feel myself ever feeling that way again.

I've got some tricks up my sleeve. Takes one to know one. You're a cowboy like me

Simply put, the more time I spent with this person, the more alike I realised we were. Additionally, I was someone who played hot and cold or other games at the time, and they feel like the first person to really call me out on that and keep up with me. And for someone as judgmental as I was at the time, that really took me off my feet and was something I needed to grow.

Never wanted love, just a fancy car

Like I said, I never expected to have a friendship, let alone a long lasting one on that first day. All I was thinking about was how to raise my grades and ‘assure’ my perfect future with an amazing job.

Now I'm waiting by the phone like I'm sitting in an airport bar

For those who don’t know, I am someone who, if I find any type of interest in you (or really any topic too), want to spend as much time with you as possible and know everything about you. It’s not a romantic thing and definitely not a sexual one, I just get very invested in things that interest me. It’s kinda like trying to solving a puzzle for me. And like I’ve implied, this friend was the one who piqued my interest at the time. So any chance I got, I spent with them and any time we were chatting on facebook, I’d stop everything to engage and hope they’d keep responding.

You had some tricks up your sleeve

Just like I had my games to keep them interested, they certainly had theirs to keep me involved.

Perched in the dark telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear like it could be love. I could be the way forward only if they pay for it

I’ve mentioned before that I was a kid that tried to please and be liked by everyone, and as part of that, I tried to be a friend to all. But because of that, I now recognise that I didn’t put my all into a lot of my friendships and a lot of other people got hurt because of that while I mostly walked away unscathed.

You're a bandit like me eyes full of stars hustling for the good life

While this friend mostly lived in the present, we had so many talks about the future and how we’d get there and those memories along with being able to see the steps the other took are among my favourite moments with this ex friend.

Never thought I'd meet you here

Like I’ve said, I never intended or thought I’d walk into that classroom that day and make one of the most impactful friendships I’ve had to this day, but life’s funny like that.

It could be love. We could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it

Though I’ve realised as I’ve grown that I had a lot of friendships where I should have been more present, I’ve always felt that I was the one who cared more about the ones I did put effort into. And in many ways, I knew if this fell apart that I’d be the one who (openly) felt it more.

And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up.

For however much this ex friend and had in common, we had as many differing traits. We are also both fire signs. These factors led to a place where when we did clash, it was bloody and bruised. The differences also meant that a lot of miscommunication happened. I am someone who as a whole likes a lot of communication and puts more effort into people I’ve know for a while. As a result, I get somewhat anxious if someone starts to put less effort in. They on the other hand, were the type to put a lot of effort to get to know someone and then didn’t feel the need to because they felt the other person should already know that the bond is good. Likewise, I was very open with my negative emotions/issues with the relationship whereas they would rather just spend time away until they felt better, meaning I was either left in the dust not knowing what I did wrong or found out much later. So looking back, honestly it’s a bit of a miracle things lasted as long as they did.

And the old men that I've swindled really did believe I was the one

As said, a lot of people who I’ve hurt over time really did believe my kindness was some indication of forever or a special bond when I didn’t feel the same.

And the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town

I had a lot of warning about this ex friend. Like a lot of people told me they were fickle, quick to lose interest and that I should’ve spared myself earlier because I deserved better.

But that was all before I locked it down

But alas, I am too damn stubborn and convinced myself that I was different and that the fact I was willing to stick through that meant it wouldn’t end up the same.

Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon. With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con

So now I’m here wondering if, like the Gardens of Babylon, it was even real, and to what degree. Like despite the ‘I love yous’ and talk of ‘forever’, it still ended up like this with them having no interest in fixing things and me looking through old photos and memories, left to wander what I ever meant to them.

[ereri-fanfics]

Fic List #5

Not What I Need (But I Want It All The Same)  by atotallyoriginalusername

Status: Ongoing

Words: 5,096

Chapters: 2/?

Last Updated: 2017-05-29

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Angst, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Asshole Cats, Introspection, Present Tense, POV Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), POV Third Person, Rated E for future chapters, this might take a while, Slow Build, I'm trying, British English, My terrible understanding of American Colloquialisms, I've only been to America twice, I've learned most of it from movies, Which means I've stereotyped you, I've probably insulted your culture, I'm sorry America, I'm not confident about this, Terrible space imagery, This probably doesn't have any plot really, Eren is an angry boy, Levi is a bit of a moron, but I love them both, Fuck is used like punctuation, Cos I swear a lot, i like to swear, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, This is probably not as miserable as the summary makes it out to be, and I have a very strange sense of humour, I've probably insulted your religion too. I'm sorry, POV Eren Yeager, Homophobic Language, Casual misogyny, Cocktail Themed Innuendo, I have grammar ocd so i keep editing this

32-year-old Levi Ackerman doesn't realise just how bored he really is. Jaded, stuck in a routine of work, gym, clean, oblivion and bordering on clinically depressed, to say things are a bit shitty is an understatement.

24-year-old Eren Jaeger has a problem. Fired from his job as an English Teacher after assaulting a student's father (the guy was an asshole), he just about manages to avoid jail time thanks to his lawyer (and ex-lover, also an asshole), and now he has to spend the next six months in anger management classes with some pacifist asshole looking down on him and showing him how to "cope with things".

When Levi's asshole cat knocks a bottle of his best scotch from the roof of his apartment block, almost killing one unsuspecting Eren Jaeger, neither man realises how much of an impact it will have on both of their lives.

A Dangerous First Love by Kiaki

Status: Ongoing

Words: 7,943

Chapters: 4/?

Last Updated: 2017-05-29

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Cafe Maria, Police, Alternate Universe, Modern Era, High School, Gangs, Titans, Shiganshina Trio, University, College, Romance, Fluff and Smut, Gay, Sex, Love, Crimes & Criminals, Murder, Prison

Eren’s life is at an all time low. His half-sister and best friend, Mikasa and Armin, have both been accepted into Trost University, but Eren has been rejected by yet another college. All he wants to do is prove that he is worth more than his father, who mysteriously vanishes. Little does Eren know, that his father didn’t just abandon him for nothing.

It’s the trio’s final year at Shiganshina High, and after a celebratory coffee, Eren meets Levi, an attractive barista at the cafe whom he can’t keep his eyes off. What Eren doesn’t realize, is that this short, raven-haired man has messy past that Eren would be safe to avoid, and that Levi has connections to him that bring them closer than either of them could have ever realized.

The Meaning Of Life by pyxy_styx

Status: Ongoing

Words: 87,956

Chapters: 35/?

Last updated: 2017-05-29

Rating: Teen And Up

Tags: Physical Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, Implied Sexual Content, Slow Build, Eating Disorders, Off-screen Relationship(s), Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con

"I once again closed my eyes wondering if I would live to see another day, or if I even wanted to. Because honestly, what was the meaning of this life?"

Eren Jaeger is in an abusive relationship and struggling to leave, and when things take a turn for the worst he has no options left. Months later he's back on his feet, and when his friend and manager invites him to a party, he's decides to take a chance and start living his life again. That's when he meets him, Levi Ackerman. He's falling fast, but he's afraid of ending up in another abusive relationship so he pushes Levi away, but one night Levi will there when no one else is around. Will Eren finally understand the meaning of life?

Heavydirtysoul by Sereiin

Status: Ongoing

Words: 92,570

Chapters: 27/?

Last Updated: 2017-05-30

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Addiction, Infidelity, Promiscuity, Teenage Drama, Angst, Angst and Porn, Self-Harm, mentions of dubious consent?, Suicidal Thoughts, Character Death, mentions of depression

Eren has a boyfriend, multiple fuckbuddies, and a blatant disregard for anyone's feelings but his own. Is it ever too late for a chance at redemption?

Levi doesn't find himself to be a masochist, but he must be for falling in love with somebody so unattainable. When loving someone comes at the expense of yourself, how much are you willing to give--how much can you give before it breaks you?

(Or the petty teenage drama nobody asked for. Teenagers are (stupid) people and people make mistakes, everything has a consequence, and sometimes addictions are soul consuming.)

Addicted To You by Happys_Dragon

Status: Ongoing

Words: 63,255

Chapters: 17/?

Last Updated: 2017-05-28

Rating: Explicit

Tags: erenxlevi - Freeform, levixeren - Freeform, Past Relationship(s), Character Development, Relationship(s), Smut, slight sexual tension, Multiple Pairings, Bottom Levi, Top Eren, AU, Student AU, Fluff

Overcoming an addiction is tough, Eren could spout out in detail just how agonizing it could be, but when he becomes entranced with someone and not something, his mind might be changed forever.

I'll find your voice in my mouth, I'll wear your clothes 'til you come home by unhappy_turtle

Status: Ongoing

Words: 8,720

Chapters: 6/?

Last Updated:

Rating: Mature

Tags: Past Drug Use, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Brief Mention of Suicide

“I love you,” Levi says, attempting to put every aspect of what he feels into the complicated emotion.

“Love you, too.”

“No, Eren, I love you.” He repeats, just so Eren will hopefully understand the depths of the word.

"Dude,” Eren says, “I know. Catch you later.”

Beached by morebeesthanyoucouldimagine

Status: Ongoing

Words: 23,851

Chapters: 10/?

Last Updated: 2017-04-24

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Slow Build, merman eren, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

A curious merman is washed ashore during a storm and found by Levi, who decides to show his new fishy friend what it's like to be human before sending him back to the sea. Slow build with lotsa fluffiness along the way! There will be smut (eventually), so hang in there!

Rise On Freedom’s Wings by Icecat45

Status: Ongoing

Words: 36,289

Chapters: 18/?

Last updated: 2017-04-24

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Light Angst, Friends to Lovers, Switching, Wingfic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Trust, Healing, canonverse, Comfort, Bonding, Intimacy, Fluff, Fluff and Mush, Praise Kink, Massage, Body Worship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Enthusiastic Consent, Masturbation, Watching, Blow Jobs, Naked Cuddling, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Shower Sex, Hand Jobs

After the Titans are defeated, Levi and Eren are sent on a short expedition beyond the walls in winter. Neither of them planned on taking shelter from a blizzard, just the two of them, in a cave with only a fire to keep them warm.

Not only that, but Levi has been hiding a truly incredible secret. A secret that Eren accidentally discovers. And the discovery of this secret will eventually bring the two of them closer than they would have ever imagined.

The Ackerman's Guide to Dating by StarChaser93

Status: Ongoing

Words: 173,346

Chapters: 32/?

Last updated: 2017-04-23

Rating: Mature

Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Homophobia, 104th Training Corps - Freeform, Humor, Pranks and Practical Jokes, everyone's in high school, just because I need it, Levi and Mikasa are twins, Eren Yeager Has Heterochromia Iridum, Pining Levi, Pining Mikasa, Awkward Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Levi and Mikasa start a new school. The first problem arrives in the form of Eren Yeager. The second problem in the form of Annie Leonhart. The third problem? Their very conservative parents who don't know their kids are gay.

So they come up with a plan of attack.

Levi will 'date' Annie while Mikasa 'dates' Eren, and when they finally get them to stay over for the night their parents will insist on the 'couples' staying in separate rooms.

Jokes on their parents, though.

[vcg73]

Witch!Kurt #23 - Combat Class

In spite of its length I didn’t feel that #22 was quite finished, so this shows Kurt’s side of the same time we spent with Adam and the Cheerios.

~*~*~*~*~

As they finished gathering  up all of the assorted hand-balls, dodge-balls, and super-balls, Kurt took the opportunity to ask something that had been bugging him for months. “How does magic-dampening work, exactly?  I mean, from what you said before it’s something that you’ve learned how to turn on and off at will, but did you always know it was there? Can you sense what other witches’ powers are and just squash a particular Talent, or is it an all-or-nothing deal?”

 Troy raised an eyebrow, using his foot to pop a stray dodge-ball up and into his hands, then trying out a jump shot as he tossed it basketball style at the container next to Dale. The young woman tossed her purple-dyed curls and flipped him off when the shot missed, bouncing off the rim of the basket and smacking her in the ass as she bent to retrieve a couple of super-balls that had rolled under a stack of practice mats.  

 “Oops, sorry!” Troy called, his sincerity not entirely winning her over considering that he was laughing at the same time.

 “Do it again, and you’re walkin’ home, Duncan! Snow be fucked,” she called back, her heavy Bronx-born cadence making the words sound far more threatening than the half-reluctant smirk on her face would indicate.

 “I’d better be careful,” Troy told Kurt with quiet amusement. “Her ex pissed her off one time and wound up spending the night in Jersey! To answer your question, my power came in a bit later than most. I was nearly eighteen, and it was a huge disappointment to me at first. My people have been witches for several generations back and we only figured out what I was because I have a set of younger twin brothers whose Potential was suddenly stopped dead in its tracks. They had just turned twelve and they were manifesting nicely, and then suddenly they couldn’t so much as close a door or will a candle to light while I was in the same room with them.”

 “Telekinetic and Thermal magic?” Kurt guessed.

 Troy nodded, tossing him a ball to pass along to Elliott, who was now standing and chatting with Dale. “Yup, though Patrick prefers to call the latter ‘Pyro-Power’. He thinks it makes him more of a bad ass, and it differentiates him from James. They’re identical, so that’s important to them both, and their power manifested in opposite directions so it makes sense.” Seeing Kurt’s questioning look, he explained, “Pat uses Thermal Conductivity, heating things up like you do, while Jamie uses Thermal Reductivity, which allows him to make things cold.”

 “Like my friend Dani,” Kurt said, delighted to realize that he and his friend had the same base power, only manifest in different ways. “I hadn’t realized it was the same.”

 “Oh, sure. Most magic is related in some way. How it manifests just depends on the individual person. That thing you do with the clothes? I’m pretty sure that’s a peculiar combination of telekinesis and a very mild transportation Talent. You don’t have enough to physically transport yourself or another person, but you are able to will one garment away and instantly replace it with another,” Troy said, grinning wickedly as he added, “A fact which I’m sure half my Combat Class, Constantine in particular, finds extremely disappointing.”

 Kurt blushed, knowing that he was probably correct. Con had made no secret of the fact that he found Kurt’s shirtless body extremely attractive when they had been competing as ‘shirts vs skins’ sparring partners last semester. “Thank God my power hadn’t fully kicked in back then, or I might have embarrassed myself pretty badly.”

 Troy let go a hearty laugh, imagining his surprised students ogling a suddenly naked classmate. “I always kept a broad dampening field in effect during those classes, for just such unexpected outbursts of power,” he chuckled. “Mine is a really rare Talent, but luckily my dad had had some exposure to magic dampening through a friend. He was able to help me find an instructor, a woman who also taught mixed martial-arts classes, who could help me learn to control my ability. She helped me in more ways than one, and it’s a good thing.  Otherwise I would have been going around being the downer in every group of witches I encountered, without even knowing why. She showed me how to recognize when I was extending power and shut it down, eventually turning it on and off at will. Forgive me a crude analogy, but it’s a lot like developing stamina in bed. When you first develop raging hormones, you get turned on by everything from bare flesh to butterflies, and a romantic partner barely has to touch you to achieve lift-off.”

 It was Kurt’s turn to laugh. “True, and as you gain more experience and self-control, you start being able to push down the urge toward completion and just enjoy taking your time getting there. So for you, magic is the same way?  You push down the passionate first response and learn to keep your emotions, and consequently your power, in check?”

 “Exactly,” he said, pleased with Kurt’s quick comprehension. “The more a magic-damper wears his or her heart on their sleeve, the harder it is to control their power. And as I developed mine more, I learned how to recognize the particular ‘beat’ of another witch’s power and either ignore or suppress it. Which turned out to be very useful when Patrick decided it would be fun to show off his Pyro-power for a girl he wanted to impress and nearly burned the house down.”

 “Oh, no,” Kurt laughed. He tried to imagine his brother Finn with thermal magic, attempting to impress Rachel in the same clumsy way he had been wont to do with his other natural talents, and winced. That would not have been pretty. “That reminds me, do you remember Rachel Berry?”

 The other man nodded. He looked around the room, eyes scanning the floor carefully for any missing rubber balls. Finding none, he gestured Kurt to get back into position. “Of course. The Winter Showcase show-off, who tried to condense four years of education into half a school year, then dumped us the minute her big Broadway dream came calling.”

 “Then dumped that the moment that television knocked on her door,” Kurt agreed ruefully.

 Troy snorted. “I hear that didn’t go so well. Wasn’t her pilot rated as the worst debut in thirty years by Variety?”

 Kurt grimaced. “I’m afraid so.”

 “Pity,” he said. “Her singing talent was enormous, but compared to that ego?” He held up a super-ball and a dodge-ball side by side and whistled.

 Unable to deny that, but not wanting to speak ill of someone he had considered a very dear friend, Kurt pushed on. “My question was about her other talent. Did she know that she was like you?”

 Troy looked surprised. “I didn’t know that she was.”

 “Oh. Well, to someone with Sight, it was pretty obvious,” Kurt said, “and I don’t mean myself because I didn’t have my power yet the last time I saw Rachel. Brittany says that her aura looked like a big blank through Sight, sort of like she went invisible except for her outline. Yours is like that too, and so are several others here at this school. Christina Dupree, M’lawna Katann, Gabriel Sarasota . . . even Miss July.”

 He made an understanding noise. “Them I knew about. NYADA doesn’t just recruit for performing arts talent, as I’m sure you’ve realized by now.” Kurt nodded. “I’m a graduate student, but I actually transferred to NYADA from The New School as a sophomore, after some dance classes had led me to discover the amazing world of choreography. I was pretty confused at first, because while I flatter myself that do have talent in that area, I didn’t think it was good enough to get me a spot at the leading performing arts school on the east coast. And I was right. I met with the Dean and two of the professors and they let me in the big NYADA secret.”

 “They needed to train student-teachers who could keep their more passionate performers from blowing up the school, or cheating to get an edge over their fellow students by using magic,” Kurt said, pleased to have his long held suspicions confirmed.

 Troy laughed. “Pretty much, and since they offered me a special scholarship to come here and receive a frankly amazing education, and the chance to put all my talents to good use at the same time, who was I to turn them down? Now, I don’t know much about your friend since she never took Combat or Choreo, but she was talented as a singer and if she was a powerful enough magic-damper into the bargain, I’m not surprised any more by the number of extra chances the gossip mill claims that she received here. Like I said, it’s a rare thing.”

 “But it’s possible that she really didn’t know the true reason she was here,” Kurt concluded. Knowing Rachel as well as he had, he was not sure if she would have taken that eventual revelation as a compliment, as recognition of just another special and amazing talent, or as a grave insult, to think that anyone would believe that her singing was not enough to get her into NYADA all by itself.

 “If her folks aren’t magical, or if she had nobody to compare herself to in that way? I’d guess not,” Troy said thoughtfully. “The faculty likes to play those things close to the vest with new students until they find out what kind of person they’re dealing with, and whether they’re the type of person who could even be happy in a role like mine. I love teaching, and I fully intend to continue on here after I finish getting my Masters next year, but it ain’t the most glamorous profession.”

 Kurt had to smile at that. It was difficult to imagine the Belle of McKinley being content with letting others constantly take center stage while she offered instruction and encouragement. “Well, I’m glad you took on the job, because you’re helping me more than you know.”

 “Good!” he said cheerfully, chucking a dodge ball at Kurt so fast he almost did not see it coming. Kurt yelped and hit the deck as the projectile came for his head. “Because it’s time to get back to work. I’m pulling back the dampening field and I want to see you use your powers to actively defend yourself this time.”

 Over the next hour, he did just that. Troy proceeded to test Kurt’s defenses, launching the bouncy projectiles past his guard countless times as he struggled, with increasing frustration, to defend himself.

 They started out slowly, Troy allowing Kurt a little time and experimentation to figure out how best to employ magic as a defense. Kurt could not produce actual shields the way that Santana Lopez could, but he could ‘push’ an approaching ball away or whisk one harmlessly aside. He had done similar exercises with Santana and Brittany when they were trying to teach him how to form and toss snowballs with his magic, in lieu of the more dangerous fireballs that the girls hoped he might one day be able to produce. He had deflected more than one sneaky snowball in return, so he found that part of the lesson to be fairly simple.

 Unfortunately, Troy took his increasing confidence as a sign to speed up, and he began tossing more than one projectile at time with help from Dale, who also had telekinesis as a major Talent. “Don’t think, just react,” Troy called out calmly as Kurt struggled against a tornado of rubber balls.  

 Kurt yelped when Dale began shooting them at his feet. “What the hell!”  

 “Don’t like it? Get out of the way. If you can float, you can fly,” Troy said mercilessly, watching with a dispassionate air as Kurt attempted to obey.

 Biting back a curse, Kurt jumped and did his best to stay afloat as he continued to dodge and weave. He was not particularly good at levitating on command, particularly at high speed. At home he always centered himself and rose slowly, moving carefully and smoothly across the floorboards like he was riding a two foot tall, invisible tread-mill.  He did not use the skill very often, but he had thought he was doing well with it, and Adam, Elliott, and his parents had certainly been impressed by the ability. Of course, none of them had been throwing painful objects at him while he did it either.  As a result he bobbed and flailed clumsily in mid-air, attempting to stay aloft while continuing to shove aside the seemingly endless barrage of ammunition.

 “Swoop, Kurt. Get under and over it! The ball can’t hurt you if it can’t hit you. Pretend this is a dance. Leap, pirouette, spin . . . whatever you can to stay up and out of the way.”

 Kurt did his best to obey the instructions, but he was becoming increasingly angry. He would no sooner dive out of the way of one ball, than another would go flying past his weakening defenses and smack him in some tender spot.

 It was time to think outside the box.

 When the next volley came Kurt dove back down to the floor and rolled, avoiding a dodge-ball, and coming back to his feet in a single smooth motion. Then he reached out and clapped his hands hard, willing the hail of balls that Troy and Dale were throwing to condense, the same way he had done with the snowflakes the first day he found that he could pack a snowball without touching it.  It worked, but not quite in the way he had expected. Instead of crushing the rubber balls as he had hoped, they all shot toward each other fast and then exploded outward, bouncing off of one another and rocketing through the room in every direction.

 “Shit!” Elliott cried out as a tiny red ball tried to take his head off. He dove toward an equipment rack, transforming himself just in time to make a smaller target.

 The others had also ducked, covering their heads. As the madly jouncing balls began to lose their momentum, Troy started laughing. He approached his sweat-dripping student and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “That was epic,” he said, still chuckling. “I honestly did not see that coming, which is exactly why you should put it in your arsenal. Excellent job.”

 “Thanks,” Kurt said, dropping back to sit on his haunches, hands on his thighs as he struggled to catch his breath. “But . . . I was trying . . . to crush them.”

 The other man just smiled. “Either way, it caught us off guard and forced us to stop firing at you, so I’d call it a success. Next time, we’ll go slower and let you try adding some heat while you do it. The result might be better if the material is a bit more malleable. But let’s wait until we can go outside. A couple of the greens are warded especially for outdoor magic, and the faculty would have my head if I allowed you to perfume the entire building with burning plastic and rubber. In fact, I suppressed your thermal magic after you attempted to set one of the dodge balls on fire.”

 Kurt’s eyes widened. “I did? I didn’t even notice. I’m really sorry!”

 “No harm done,” he said, unconcerned. “That’s why I teach the first and second year combat classes, and why you came to me for help. When young witches are first learning to use their powers, all sorts of interesting things can happen.”

 He nodded. “I’m still sorry. Setting things on fire wasn’t part of my defense plan.”

 Troy just smiled. “I know. Don’t feel bad. You didn’t heat up until Dale and I both started shooting at you, and I had her force you into the air. I’m impressed, Kurt.  I was curious to see what it would take to make you lose your cool, literally as well as figuratively.”

 The lingering annoyance Kurt had felt toward actions that had seemed an awful lot like bullying faded. “You pushed me to see how far I would let things go before I pushed back, didn’t you?”

 Troy nodded, tossing Kurt a bottle of water and a towel from the supply he had brought. “I did. Control of your temper is going to be vital if you go up against a wild-witch, because they use high emotions as fuel. Blaine used your power to enhance his own without you even being aware of the theft. That’s dangerous, because it means that he’s more familiar with your power signature than you are his. If you aren’t prepared to shield your emotions, you could be handing your ex-fiancé an IV line straight to your power without meaning to.”

 Taking a long refreshing pull of the cool water, Kurt mopped off his face, neck, and chest, grateful for the reprieve. He felt his skin crawl as he imagined Blaine as a bloated magical tick who had been sucking out a bit more of his life-force with every petty argument and round of tearful apologies and makeup sex. God, he felt the need for a hot shower just from thinking about it!

 “Is that why you told me to treat it like a dance?” he said suddenly. “Because having a pattern of steps to follow is easier?”

 “Mmm-hm,” he agreed, sipping some water of his own and grinning as he paused to watch his roommate. Kurt followed his gaze and laughed. Dale had retreated to one of the side benches, where she was playing a game with the still-feline Elliott, rolling a super-ball in his path as the cat let his instincts loose and raced around the practice mats batting gleefully at the tiny toy. “Stage combat is a lot like a partner dance and I’ve had you in my classes enough to know that you don’t have any problem following complex choreography. In fact, you’re a lot more focused and comfortable if you have recognizable moves to follow.”

 Kurt had to agree. “I’m learning to improvise, but I kind of hate it. When I was younger everyone made fun of my style to the point that I just avoided any kind of unstructured dancing. Not that I was clumsy or anything. Just . . . well, you know.” He gave a little shoulder shimmy in demonstration. 

 The older man grunted. As a teacher, he clearly disliked the idea of a student’s natural instincts being suppressed in that manner. “Well, we’ll just have to see if we can get you past that, because your improv is pretty damned effective. For now, I think we just need to get you more comfortable with using your assorted Talents together. If you can perform complex maneuvers while still being aware of everyone  around you and what they’re doing, you won’t ever be caught by surprise. And in offensive situations, you’ll be better able to make quick decisions about when to follow a pattern and when to improvise, just as you did a moment ago.”

 Kurt relaxed, happy to know that the past couple of hours had been moving toward a real goal, and that Troy did not seem disappointed with his first performance. He knew that he was frequently too hard on himself, but he had been unable to help being nervous that he would be declared a lost cause from the get-go. It was a relief to hear that he had real potential. “Should we try another round?”

 Troy shook his head with a smile. “No, that’s enough for today. Trust me, you’re going to be feeling this lesson in a couple of hours. For now, just do some cool-down stretches then go take a shower. Relax for the rest of today, and do some light exercise or dancing tomorrow to loosen your muscles up. Our next lesson can wait until school is officially back open. I’ll ask Con and Winston to join us for that one. They can help me show you some demonstration moves.”

 “Sounds like a plan,” Kurt agreed, holding his hand out and receiving a firm shake in return. “Thanks a lot, Troy. I owe you one. You too, Dale.”

 “My pleasure,” she said, giving her new friend a little pat and hopping to her feet. “Are we ready to go? Cool. Catch you in class on Tuesday, Kurt. Bye Elliott.”

 The cat released his long claws from around the captured ‘prey’ and abruptly transformed back into a man wearing torn jeans and a faded green Paramus High Spartans sweatshirt. He grinned and waved a hand, tossing the little ball back into the basket with the others.  “Nice meeting you.”

  “You too!  Good job, you guys,” she said, straightening her electric pink ‘Godz Monsters’ t-shirt and flipping her grape-colored tresses back over her shoulders. Addressing Troy, she said, “I need to grab some food. You want to come with, or should I drop you off at home?”

 “Home, please. I have a few things to work on while there’s a lull in the chaos.”

 She teased him about his procrastination habits and Troy teased her back about mother-henning. As he listened, Kurt found himself wondering whether Troy’s roommate might be single. She and Troy did not seem romantic toward one another, and Kurt had developed a fair instinct for such things during his time in New York. Dale and Dani had the same taste in hairdressing and music – if that shirt advertising his friend’s favorite lesbian punk band was any indication – and Dani had been single ever since her breakup with Santana. Dale seemed like a nice person and it would be good to see Dani happy with someone again. Fashion wasn’t much to go on, true, but in Kurt’s view it was always an excellent place to start. He would have to pay more attention when classes started again and see if he could gather more intel . . .

 “See you, guys,” he said with an innocent smile, giving them a hand-wave as the duo picked up their basket of ‘weapons’ and waved back, then abruptly vanished from sight. Kurt looked at Elliott and shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to watching people do that.”

 Elliott shrugged. “Guess I’m too used to it to be affected anymore. My mom and sister are Teleporters too.”

 “Are they also Familiars?” he asked, wondering why he had never thought to ask before. Tossing his used towel into the dirty laundry basket that all the practice rooms carried, Kurt picked up his discarded sweater and then plucked distastefully at the now clammy undershirt he wore. “Yuck. I need to clean up.”

 “Locker room or home?” Elliott asked.

 Kurt decided, “Locker room. It’s equipped with everything I need and they have a better hot water heater than I do. I keep a couple of spare outfits here, so I can put one of those on afterward.”

 Elliott just smiled at that because, of course he did. “To answer your question, I’m the only Animagus in my family. It’s a pretty unusual Talent, and only those of us who become cats seem to develop the instinct to form a witch/Familiar bond. It’s considered kind of an honor to have a Familiar in the family.” He shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “Among witches, it’s kind of like your kid turning out to be a prodigy of some kind.”

 He nodded. Given that he was the first openly recognized witch in his own family, Kurt was not overly familiar with the culture of magic users. All he really knew were a few things he had heard and observed when the Crawford clan had been visiting, but it felt reassuring somehow to know that witches had their own rituals and heritage, just like any other thriving culture. It made him feel like part of a larger community, and he really liked that idea.

 “Well, I’m glad it happened to you, because I’d hate it if you hadn’t happened to me,” Kurt said, giving Elliott an affectionate touch to one shoulder. He led his friend down a corridor and to a row of lockers located just inside a set of shower rooms attached to the practice wing. Going to one that was two down from the end of the last row, he quickly twirled the combination lock on its door and started to open it.

 Suddenly, with a cry of shock and pain, Kurt fell against the metal door, barely catching himself as he staggered.

 “Kurt!” Elliott cried out in alarm, catching him before he could fall any farther. “Are you okay? What’s going on? Are you sick? Should I find a doctor?”

 Clutching Elliott’s sleeve, Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and gave his head a hard shake to orient himself against the sudden assault of swirling emotion that had hit him out of nowhere. “No. Adam!” he gasped. “God, he’s so . . . he’s . . .”

 “What?” Elliott demanded, giving him a little shake in hopes that he would start making sense again. “Adam is what, Kurt?”

 “Scared,” he choked. Blue eyes wild and wide, Kurt met his friend’s worried gaze and ordered, “Take me to Lima. Now!”

 Not about to question the urgency in his voice, Elliott wrapped an arm around Kurt’s shoulders and tried to concentrate on Kurt’s home town. He had only been there once (technically three times) as he transported Brittany, Santana, and Tubbington between Ohio to New York the day that Adam had been rescued from the Void, but he had not had a real chance to look around. He had simply used the mental directions given him by Tubbington to find his way. Hopefully he could do the same thing with Kurt. “Try to calm down a little. Think of somewhere in Lima that you’re very familiar with,” he said, keeping his voice calm and soothing. “Somewhere safe. I’ll link with you and use that as a focus.”

 Kurt was having a hard time concentrating on anything except the waves of panic he could feel twanging down his bond with Adam like a badly tuned guitar string, but he nodded and made himself think about the safest place he knew.

 “Got it.”

 A moment later, the pair found themselves in a comfortably but modestly appointed suburban home. Elliott was not at all surprised to recognize a startled-looking Burt Hummel staring at the suddenly occupied space in front of his television set.

 Burt sprang from his easy chair and hurried toward his disheveled, wild-eyed son. “Kurt! Are you okay? What’s going on?”

 Carole ran in from the kitchen, still drying her hands on a dish towel. “Burt? Did I hear you say . . . Kurt!”  

 “Adam,” Kurt gasped again, sounding as though he were running short on air. “I felt him. Dad, he was so scared!  Something’s happened. I have to find him.”

 Though not entirely understanding what he meant, Burt Hummel had no doubt that his son was genuinely terrified. “Okay, okay we’ll find him. Where do you think he might have gone? Did someone grab him? Do you need me to book a flight to New York?”

 For a moment, Kurt was confused. Then he remembered that his father had no idea what was going on and he said, “No, he’s here. In Lima somewhere. Adam, Santana, Brittany, and L T  wanted to spy on Blaine, and everything was okay, but then suddenly it wasn’t okay, and I . . .” his voice choked off as he valiantly swallowed down a whimper. Both hands were clutching his dad’s plaid covered biceps, while Burt held his own bare arms securely beneath the elbows as if fearing that Kurt might collapse without the support.

 “It’ll be okay, son. We’ll figure this out. We should split up. Carole can take her car toward the Lima mall. I’ll grab my truck and head for that coffee shop you guys used to live at, and check all the surrounding stores. You and Elliott go toward your old school and see if they went that way. If none of us finds him in an hour, we’ll meet back here and figure out where to go next.”

 It was not the most efficient plan, but action of any kind sounded great. Adam’s initial projection of terror and confusion had calmed, but he was still nervous and little tremors of reaction still thrummed along his connection to Kurt.

 Unfortunately, Kurt found himself too keyed up to pinpoint Adam’s physical location. He knew that he should take a breath, calm down, and focus, but for the moment he could not seem to manage it. He was startled when Elliott gently pried him and his dad apart and clasped both large hands lightly around Kurt’s face, meeting his eyes squarely and breathing in slow deliberate inhales and exhales. His thumbs began to stroke feather-soft against Kurt’s temples and he continued to breathe.

 For a moment, Kurt fought against the slow deliberate relaxation technique, fearing that they were wasting time, but this was something Elliott had begun doing with him when his magic was first revealed and Kurt had been afraid he might have a nightmare and magically destroy his apartment. It was the preliminary exercise to Elliott’s yoga sessions, and Kurt found himself responding to it. He took a breath, then another, feeling some of the painful anxiety loosen its iron grip.

 “Clear your mind,” Elliott said in a slow and serene voice. “Let your muscles loosen and relax. Let your feelings flow out with every breath. Think about Adam, but don’t let the fear direct you. Feel your bond and let it lead you to him. Feel our bond, and let it guide me.”

 His thundering heartbeat began to slow. Kurt knew that only a few seconds had passed, though it had felt like hours of precious time were being lost as he forced himself to stop and focus. He took another shaky breath, let it out slowly, then said, “I feel him. He’s . . .” A puzzled expression crossed his face as he finished, “Here?”

 As if in reply, a loud thump sounded on the front porch. Before the bell could even ring, Carole had dashed for the entry and flung the door open. She dragged three wide-eyed humans and a slightly insulted looking cat inside and slammed the door behind them. “Where have you been? Where is Adam? Kurt said he was with you!”

 Before anyone could even formulate a retort or reply, Kurt had charged forward and flung his arms around the tall figure in the center. “Oh, my god,” he gasped, holding on tight. “I felt you freaking out. I was so scared that Blaine might have hurt you again. Are you okay? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

 “Probably because you haven’t stopped talking long enough to let him,” Tubbington chuckled, transforming himself into human form and giving both of the embracing lovers an amused pat. “Hey, Mrs. H!  Long time, no see. There anything to eat around here?”

 Burt planted his hands on his hips. “All right, what the hell is going on here? What is that woman doing in my house, and why is Kurt hugging her?”

 “Oh!” Brittany said, her blue eyes going wide as she was reminded that she was still holding the glamour on Adam. Lifting her hands, she flicked them as if she was turning a couple of knobs in opposite directions and suddenly the track-suited blonde woman turned into a similarly clad blond man. “I forgot.”

 Kurt’s parents both took a hard seat on the sofa, eyes wide. “Well, shit,” Burt muttered as a dancing-eyed Santana went to join them and clue the confused pair into the day’s events.

 Adam and Kurt barely even noticed the by-play. Adam was hugging Kurt just as tightly as Kurt was holding him. “I’m fine, darling” he whispered, turning his head to rest his face against Kurt’s neck and taking a deep breath that ended in a half-sobbed laugh. “How is it you came to be here, just when I needed you most?”

 “Kurt had just finished his lesson with Troy when he felt you,” Elliott answered in Kurt’s place, seeing that he was momentarily too choked up to reply. “And whatever he picked up must have been pretty intense. We high-tailed it out here as fast as we could, and Burt was about to help us organize a search party. What happened?”

 “We were walking around town when Adam spotted a giant cockroach crawling around the sheet-music store,” Santana said dryly, “and it may have creeped him out a little more than he could handle after spending two years in the cosmic roach-motel.”

 Kurt understood at once. Pulling back to look into Adam’s face, he said, “You saw Blaine.”

 Adam nodded. “And unfortunately, I proved to be less prepared for the sight than I had hoped to be.” He sighed, scrubbing a hand through his hair in an unconscious show of embarrassment. “I may have had a minor panic attack. I’m so sorry to have passed it along to you, love. I had no idea the sight of him would affect me so strongly, much less contagiously.”

 “Don’t be sorry,” Kurt said, leaning in for a gentle kiss. “I’m impressed that you got as far as you did, and your reaction is nothing to be ashamed of. I’m glad to be here. I didn’t feel right about sending you here without me as it was.”

 “And if that was a minor attack, then my estimation of your guts just went up about a hundred percent,” Santana said dryly. “Because if that was no big deal, then the shit you’ve been dealing with before this must have felt like Godzilla mistaking your head for Tokyo.”

 He flushed. “It’s down to you lot that I made it through as well as I did,” he said, giving them a grateful nod. “I had felt confident in my disguise, and certain that I was ready to do this, but when he appeared I just lost my head. If you hadn’t been with me, I don’t know what I would have done.”

 Brittany came over to them and hugged the still touching Kurt and Adam in a single gesture. “That’s why we were with you,” she said simply. “Nobody should have to face the monster under their bed without a flashlight and a baseball bat.”

 “And a good attack-cat doesn’t hurt either,” Tubbington chimed in with a wink. He punched Elliott in the arm. “Good job getting the cavalry here so quick, kid.”

 Elliott shrugged but he looked pleased by the praise from his mentor. Rubbing his fingertips over his chin, he said, “My pleasure. So, since I guess there’s no emergency should I head home and tell the others what’s going on?”

 Kurt tore his eyes away from Adam, whose face his eyes had been scanning in minute detail for signs of pain or injury, and looked at his friend. “That would be great, Elliott, thanks again.”

 “You’re not going right away, I hope,” Carole said, making a half gesture towards the kitchen. “You’ll at least stay for dinner?”

 Kurt nodded. His eyes flickered toward Santana, sitting on the sofa next to Burt and looking like she was ready to fall asleep now that the excitement was over. “We’d love to. In fact, I think we might all be better off staying the night. Is it okay for the girls to use Finn’s room tonight?”

 “No, we’ll get out of your hair, but first you need to know what actually is going on,” Santana said, leveling herself reluctantly to her feet. Even though a couple of years had passed since her friend’s death, she was still very reluctant to tread where she might not belong when it came to Finn’s mother. “We’ll just catch you up on what we found, then Britt, Tubbs, and I will head back to my folks’ place. I think my mom might actually kill us if she finds out we hit town and failed to stop by and say hello again.”

 Carole and Burt nodded, understanding that sentiment perfectly.  

 By the time the girls and both Familiars had left, Santana offering to return in the morning to fetch the boys home, the Hummels’ faces were grim. Adam had calmed quickly once he was safely back in Kurt’s presence, but the day’s stresses had left him too exhausted to do more than sit next to Kurt in a comfortable loveseat and chime in an occasional clarification.

 “What a nightmare,” Kurt sighed, running a hand over his hair and wincing at how stiff it was from the sweat that he had never gotten to wash out. He grimaced, realizing that he was also smelling less than fresh in his soiled workout clothing. In spite of the warm house and Adam’s welcome body-heat, mid January was not a good time for sitting around in thin cotton pants and a sleeveless shirt, and his exposed arms were breaking out in goosebumps. “Part of me wants to march straight over to Blaine’s house and turn him into a grease-fire before he can do any more damage, but my session with Troy proved to me that I’m not ready for a magical winner-take-all battle, and physically I’m beat. Blaine could take me out with one half-hearted punch today.”

 “Then forget about him for now,” Burt advised. “I know you want to get this over with, and save poor Sam and those other kids, but you’ve gotta pick your battles and you don’t want to give that little shit any more of an advantage than you have to.”

 Carole nodded. “I agree. In fact, I think you should wait until after the wedding. If I correctly understand how this all works, the two of you will be far more powerful together once you’re married. Won’t your choice of a special magical day give you extra defense?”

 “She’s right,” Adam said quietly. “The exchange of formal vows on a High magic day will heighten our defenses. Not to mention the, erm . . .”

 “Wedding night?” Burt said wryly when Adam paused, shooting him a slightly guilty glance. “It’s okay, you can say it. The girls clued me in on a lot of witch related stuff the day they took me Christmas shopping with them, including the build up of power associated with sex.”

 Kurt felt his face turning red. “They did?”

 He laughed. “They did, and you don’t have to look so scandalized son. You’re a grown man and you two are in love and living together. It’s not exactly a big secret that you’re doing more than catching up on your beauty sleep every night. And even if you weren’t, we are talking about a wedding night here.”

 Adam laughed, and after a moment, Kurt joined him. He still was not used to being able to talk about such things with his father.

 “Meanwhile, I think Carole and I just might be able to find it in our hearts to track down Sam and offer him his old room back,” Burt continued, jaw setting in a determined manner. “I don’t know where he might be staying nowadays, but it sounds like he could use some looking after and I don’t trust that punk not to circle back for him if his relationship with that Karofsky kid doesn’t work out.”

 Kurt relaxed a little more. He and Sam had not been close friends after Blaine had come between them, but he still felt a bond of kinship with the first straight boy who had ever treated him without prejudice. Knowing that Blaine had gone after Sam, and now David as well, because of the connection to him made Kurt’s heart ache. And it would also be good for his dad and Carole to have a young man around the house again. They were doing well on their own, but it had not been easy for either of them to go from a full house to an empty nest so quickly. “I think that’s a great idea.”

 “So do I,” Adam agreed, his tone warm. “If anyone can heal that poor boy through the medium of tender loving care, it’s the two of you.”

 Happy to have at least a plan to be doing something to help, Carole got up and went into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner for four.

 Kurt stood as well, grimacing as he put a hand on his lower back and stretched, hearing the vertebrae crunch. “I’d better go take a shower. I didn’t get a chance earlier and I’m starting to stiffen up.” He hesitated, looking between his dad and Adam.

 Burt seemed to understand his reluctance to let Adam out of his sight after the fright they had shared. Rising from his own chair, he squeezed Adam’s shoulder and said, “C’mon with me, son. Carole just keeps a couple of quilts on Kurt’s old bed so it looks presentable. I’ll grab you some sheets, and maybe see if I can find something a little more your style than Sylvester’s track suit. Kurt’s room is upstairs and down the hall, right next door to the bathroom. You can’t miss it.”

 The unspoken inference that he would turn a blind eye should Adam wish to join Kurt in that place was not missed by either young man. Apparently Burt was taking his recent promise to treat Kurt like an adult seriously. Kurt gave the man a quick embrace, then kissed Adam’s cheek and ran upstairs.

 THE END