#I think maybe I understand ruffles a little more after drawing this

[itsmuffiiee]

Happy Birthday Muffiin!!

I enjoyed dressing up my sona in such a fun attire and thanks for giving me an excuse to draw confetti :D

TORI!! when I catch you- when I catch you Tori!! I am constantly looking at the stuff you drew for me.. can’t wait to draw more art back!! also I’m not giving eclipse back. They are mine. 😇

[youngsadlesbian]

hellooo how are you? i just read your most recent fic and got obssessed omg its so cute😩😩 a while after reading it, i had an fic idea but im not a writer, so im just passing it to you bcz i liked your writing so bad, pls honor me✋😔

what abt a fic where r is nat and bucky daughter and she has a bit of the super soldier serum and that obviously made her kinda 💪 yk? and when she's at school some girlies are falling so hard over her. you could write it over the years, like when she's 6-7 and a girl wants to hold her hand on the school break, walk around and kiss her cheek, super cute omg😭 when she's 10-11 a girl gives her chocolate and a flower and r would be so confused omg i just feel it. and of course, at 14-15 she starts to like a girl and she would be so-- like idk just imagine her coming back home after a day at school smiling and telling nat abt that girl, and nat convinces her to ask the girl out, so she takes r to buy something for the girl (idk what, i never asked someone out💔💔) and later they could date or not, ill let if for you.

omg that's so long im sorry, but pls pls do it😭😭🙏 ill be waiting so anxious for this

STRONGER HEARTS

pairing: bucky barnes x natasha romanoff x daughter!reader

summary: being the daughter of two superheroes wasn't easy, especially when you ended up inheriting a bit of your father's super soldier serum. and especially for drawing attention from other kids, even when you didn't quite understand what that meant.

a/n: idk if this turned out exactly how you wanted, but i tried my best while taking advantage of my free time at work and my burst of creativity. hope you like it, dear <3

word count: 2,6k

warnings: none, just fluff.

It started early, this whole thing about you being... different. Not just in the way your parents, Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes, were literal superheroes with more than enough stories of their own to tell. No, it started with you.

You were only six years old, and already things were starting to get confusing. Not because of school—math was math, recess was recess—but because of the way other kids, especially the girls, looked at you.

You were at recess, standing by the jungle gym, when it happened. A girl named Lily, the same age as you, came bouncing over with a big smile.

"Hi!" she chirped, her blonde pigtails bouncing.

"Hi," you said, glancing at her curiously.

Without hesitation, Lily reached out and grabbed your hand, holding it tightly.

"Come on! I want to walk with you around the playground. You’re so cute!" she declared, pulling you along.

You blinked, not quite sure how to react, but you didn’t resist either. You didn’t mind holding her hand, even if you didn’t fully understand why she wanted to. As you strolled around the playground, Lily kept looking up at you with an expression you couldn’t place. Every so often, she’d giggle and give your hand a squeeze, like holding it was some kind of special prize.

At one point, she stopped and kissed your cheek before running off with a squeal. You stood there, completely bewildered.

Later that day, you told your mom what happened.

"Mom, why did Lily hold my hand all recess and kiss my cheek?" you asked, still confused by the whole thing.

Natasha laughed softly, crouching down to your level. "Well, sweetheart, sometimes people like being close to others they find... cute. Maybe she thinks you're special."

"Special?" you scrunched your nose. "Why?"

"Because you’re you," Natasha said with a smile, ruffling your hair. "You’re going to have that effect on people."

You didn’t fully understand at the time, but you would soon learn that having an effect on people was something that followed you everywhere.

By the time you were ten, you were starting to notice that your classmates were behaving a little strangely around you. Particularly the girls. They were often staring at you, smiling shyly when you walked by, and sometimes even blushing. But the most confusing moment came on Valentine's Day that year.

You were at school, sitting at your desk, when a girl named Emily approached you, her cheeks bright red. In her hands were a small bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates.

"Uh... these are for you," she said, looking like she was about to explode with embarrassment.

You stared at the items she was offering, completely perplexed. "Why?"

Emily blinked, clearly not expecting that response. "Because... I like you?" she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You frowned, still not understanding. "You like me? Like... as a friend?"

She hesitated, then shook her head. "No, like... I like like you."

Now you were even more confused. "What does that mean?"

Emily blushed even harder, pushing the flowers and chocolates into your hands before darting off. You sat there, staring at the gifts, completely dumbfounded. What were you supposed to do with them?

Later that evening, you brought the chocolates home, placing them on the kitchen table in front of your dad, who was reading the newspaper.

"Dad, what does it mean if someone gives you flowers and chocolates because they 'like like' you?" you asked, your face a picture of confusion.

Bucky lowered the paper, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. "Ah, the old 'like like' situation, huh?" He leaned back in his chair, clearly amused. "It means she has a crush on you."

You blinked. "A crush?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "She thinks you’re cute and probably wants to spend more time with you."

You stared at the chocolates in your hand, still trying to wrap your head around it. "I don’t get it. What am I supposed to do?"

Bucky chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Don’t worry about it, kiddo. Just be nice, and let her down easy if you're not interested."

You still didn’t fully understand what had just happened, but you nodded anyway, trusting your dad's advice. But this wasn’t the last time you’d find yourself in confusing situations like this.

It wasn’t until you turned fifteen that things really started to make sense. Or at least, you started to make sense of the feelings you’d been having for a while now.

Her name was Chloe, and she was in your class at school. She had bright eyes, a soft smile, and a laugh that made your heart race. Every day, you found yourself staring at her from across the room, completely mesmerized. You’d never felt this way before.

Whenever you were around her, you’d get flustered, your words tumbling over each other. It didn’t help that she seemed to like spending time with you, which only made your crush even worse. By the time you were halfway through the school year, you were completely and utterly obsessed.

"She’s just... so pretty," you sighed dreamily, sitting at the kitchen table one evening after school.

Natasha glanced over from where she was cooking dinner, raising an eyebrow. "Pretty, huh?"

"Yeah," you said, resting your chin in your hands. "Like, really pretty. And smart. And funny."

Bucky, sitting nearby with a book, exchanged a knowing look with Natasha.

"Sounds like someone’s got a crush," Natasha teased lightly.

Your face turned bright red, but you didn’t deny it. "What do I do? I don’t know how to talk to her without sounding like an idiot."

Natasha smiled, walking over to sit beside you. "Maybe you should ask her out."

You blinked in surprise. "Ask her out? You think I can do that?"

"Of course, you can," Natasha said with a shrug. "What’s the worst that could happen?"

You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking it over. "What if she says no?"

"Then you move on," Bucky said, setting his book down. "But you won’t know unless you try."

It was easier said than done, though. Asking Chloe out seemed like the scariest thing in the world. But the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to. So, naturally, you turned to the people who could (theoretically) help: the Avengers.

The next day, you found yourself in the Avengers Tower, nervously pacing around as you waited for some of the team to show up. You’d decided to gather as much advice as possible before making your move.

Tony Stark was the first to arrive, sauntering into the room with his signature smirk.

"So, I hear you need help asking someone out," Tony said, folding his arms. "Lucky for you, I’m a master at this."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Absolutely. Here’s what you do: build her something. Like a mini Iron Man suit. Girls love that."

You blinked. "Uh... I don’t think I can build a suit."

Tony waved a hand dismissively. "Details, details. Just wow her with something impressive. Trust me."

Next up was Thor, who entered with his usual dramatic flair, his hammer in hand.

"Ah, young love!" Thor boomed, clapping you on the shoulder. "The key to winning over a maiden’s heart is boldness! Sweep her off her feet! Declare your feelings loudly and with great passion!"

You couldn’t help but laugh nervously. "I don’t think I should yell at her."

"Nonsense! Nothing says romance like shouting your love from the rooftops!" Thor insisted, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

As more Avengers filtered in, the advice only got more absurd. Clint suggested using arrows to spell out her name in the sky, and Bruce—though more subdued—suggested writing a thoughtful essay about your feelings. You were starting to think none of this was going to help.

It wasn’t until you sat down with your dad, Bucky, that you finally got some real advice.

"So, you’re really into this girl, huh?" Bucky asked, sitting across from you with a serious expression.

"Yeah," you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

Bucky nodded thoughtfully. "Here’s the thing: you don’t need to do anything crazy. Just be yourself. Ask her to hang out, maybe go grab some ice cream or something simple. You don’t need fireworks or Iron Man suits. Just be honest."

You looked at him, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. "You think that'll work?"

"I know it will," Bucky said with a soft smile. "She’ll appreciate the real you more than anything."

Taking your dad’s advice to heart, you finally mustered up the courage to ask Chloe out. It wasn’t as dramatic as Tony or Thor would’ve wanted, but it was honest.

"Hey, Chloe," you said one day after school, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. "Do you maybe wanna go get ice cream with me this weekend?"

Chloe’s eyes lit up, and she smiled. "I’d love to."

Your heart skipped a beat when Chloe said yes. For a moment, you were frozen, unable to process that she’d actually agreed to go out with you. But then, slowly, a wide grin spread across your face.

"Great! Um, I’ll text you the details?" you stammered, still trying to keep your cool.

Chloe nodded, her smile warm and genuine. "Sounds good. I’m looking forward to it."

As you walked away, a giddy feeling bubbled up inside you, and by the time you got home, you were practically floating. The moment you stepped into the apartment, you dropped your bag by the door and burst out, "Mom! Dad! She said yes!"

Natasha looked up from where she was sitting on the couch, a knowing smile on her face. "Told you."

Bucky was sitting nearby, his eyes lighting up with pride. "See? Told you all you had to do was be yourself."

You flopped onto the couch between them, still buzzing with excitement. "I’m going to get ice cream with Chloe. This weekend. Can you believe it?"

Natasha chuckled, resting a hand on your shoulder. "I’m happy for you, sweetheart. You did good."

"Now you just have to survive the date," Bucky teased, winking at you.

You laughed nervously. "Yeah… right."

The weekend came faster than you expected, and soon you were standing outside a little ice cream shop, waiting for Chloe to arrive. Your hands were stuffed in your pockets, and your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest.

When Chloe finally showed up, you felt your breath hitch. She looked even more beautiful than usual, with her hair down in loose waves and a light smile playing on her lips.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft as she approached.

"Hey," you replied, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt. "Ready for some ice cream?"

Chloe grinned. "Definitely."

The two of you went inside, ordered your ice creams, and found a quiet spot by the window. As you sat across from her, the awkwardness you’d feared didn’t show up. Instead, you found yourself talking easily, laughing at her jokes, and feeling more comfortable than you ever thought possible.

"You know," Chloe said after a while, twirling her spoon in her cup, "I’m really glad you asked me out. I’ve kinda liked you for a while."

You blinked, taken aback. "Wait—really?"

Chloe giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, but… I guess you do."

You felt your face heat up, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment—it was from happiness. "I do. I really do."

The rest of the date went by in a blur of laughter, smiles, and shared glances that made your heart race. By the time you were walking Chloe back to her place, you were already thinking about the next time you’d see her.

When you reached her doorstep, there was a brief, sweet moment of silence between the two of you. Chloe turned to face you, her eyes soft and warm.

"I had a really great time," she said, her voice gentle.

"Me too," you replied, feeling a little breathless.

There was a pause, and then, without thinking too much about it, you leaned in and kissed her cheek. Chloe’s smile widened, and she gave you a shy wave before heading inside, leaving you standing there with the biggest grin on your face.

When you got home, your parents were waiting, both of them pretending to be casually occupied, but you knew they were dying to know how it went.

"So," Natasha said, raising an eyebrow. "How was it?"

You dropped onto the couch with a happy sigh. "It was perfect."

Bucky smirked. "Told you all you needed was to be yourself. None of that flashy stuff."

Natasha smiled warmly, sitting down next to you. "We’re proud of you. So… is there going to be a second date?"

You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. "I think so."

Just then, Tony walked into the room, raising an eyebrow. "Did I hear something about a date? Did my advice work?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Please, Tony. If she’d followed your advice, she’d be building an Iron Man suit for the next three months."

Tony looked indignant. "Hey, building suits is romantic."

You laughed. "Actually, I didn’t need a suit. I just asked her out, like Dad said."

Tony sighed dramatically. "Ah, young love. So simple and pure. You’ll learn one day, kid."

Over the next few days, the Avengers couldn’t stop teasing you about the date. Clint would randomly shout "Smooth move!" whenever he saw you, and Thor kept encouraging you to "declare your love loudly, as is the Asgardian way!" But in the end, it was all in good fun, and you found yourself loving the chaotic but supportive family you had.

As your relationship with Chloe blossomed, word spread quickly throughout the Avengers Tower. It wasn’t long before all the Avengers were curious about the girl who’d captured your heart.

One day, as you were training with Steve in the gym, he glanced over at you with a grin. "So, when do we get to meet this girl of yours?"

You nearly stumbled over your own feet. "Wait—what?"

"You know," Steve continued, chuckling, "bring her around to meet the team. We’d all love to meet her."

You blushed, feeling a little overwhelmed. "I don’t know… It’s kind of a big step, introducing her to you guys."

Steve gave you a reassuring smile. "Don’t worry. We’ll behave."

You raised an eyebrow. "Will you, though? Because Tony and Thor don’t know the meaning of 'subtle.'"

Steve laughed. "Okay, fair point. But still, she sounds great. I think we’d all like her."

You thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Maybe soon."

As your relationship with Chloe continued to grow, you found yourself feeling more confident, not just in your relationship but in yourself. Your parents, Natasha and Bucky, were always there to support you, offering advice when you needed it and cheering you on from the sidelines.

One evening, as you sat with them on the couch, watching a movie, Natasha wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

"You know," she said softly, "we’re really proud of you. You’ve grown into an amazing person."

You smiled, resting your head on her shoulder. "Thanks, Mom."

Bucky nodded from the other side of the couch, his voice gentle. "We’re lucky to have you."

In that moment, surrounded by the people who loved you most, you realized just how lucky you were. You had a family that supported you, a girl who cared about you, and a future that was wide open with possibilities.

And no matter what came next, you knew you’d be ready—because you had the best parents, and the most chaotic team of superheroes, right by your side.

[dilvuc]

I sent the yan azul x m!reader who doesn’t care about him request, and I meant like reader just ignores him and his obsession, and azul just being pathetic about it

❝UNWANTED ATTRACTION❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: angst

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: unwanted attraction

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: obsessed!azul ashengrotto x careless!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: scratch marks, blood

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: i sent the yan azul x m!reader who doesn’t care about him request, and i meant like reader just ignores him and his obsession, and azul just being pathetic about it

“Ugh…you're still trying? Can't you give it up already?” floyd deadpanned while leaning on the couch of the vip room. he and his brother had to watch azul being ignored several times. they don't get why you're ignoring him and care less about his obsessive behavior. you talked to others just fine, but whenever azul comes to the picture, you straight up ignore him.

“Why is he ignoring me…? Did I creep him out? Did I accidentally do something that caused him to hate me? Does he actually hate me?” azul asked, ruffling his hair with frustration.

“Now that I think about it, he doesn't show that much remorse towards you. During and after the overblot incident.” jade pointed out. the silver gray haired male stops ruffling his hair, “What…? Did he not show a single care about my condition?”

“I gotta admit, he's a little jerk. He acted as if you’re invisible. Why is he even ignoring you?” floyd turned to his side to face the housewaren. azul then scratched his neck, “I see…So he doesn't care about me. Why is that? Why is he ignoring me? Did…I do something wrong?”

the tweels noticed that male was digging his nails into his neck, leaving scratch marks. the poor azul was so worked up by your carelessness that he felt more and more pathetic, desperate to have your attention.

“I'm trying, I'm trying…Why doesn't he love me? Why? Just why?” azul gritted his teeth, rapidly scratching his neck, drawing blood. jade swiftly grabbed his wrists, “Azul, that's enough…”

“Look what he did to you. He made you look…pathetic…” floyd pointed out as jade grabbed the first aid kit.

“Do I really like that? I see…It just…I have been so obsessed with him for…I cannot remember. I never realized that I look so distressed.” azul explained as he was about to scratch his neck again, but his wrists were grabbed by floyd.

“Quit it. You'll make it worse.” floyd scolded.

“That's enough. Perhaps you could move on and get some rest. He's not worth it.” jade said as he grabbed roller bandage from the aid kit. floyd agreed, “Yeah. He's worthless. Don't waste your breath on him.”

“...I…I understand. I should get some rest.” azul sighed. he don't understand why he was wasting his time to get your attention. he don't need you. he already has the leech tweels by his side. maybe, just maybe he'll make YOU more pathetic than him.

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account. YANDERUARY day 9 will continue tomorrow on march 9th

rules

twst masterlist

[pro-gamer-moves]

Most of chain doesn’t know Twilight is Wolfie. Only Time and Wild know.

Wild; who’s a good boy?

Wolfie/Twi; *I am!* ruff!

Wars reaches over to pet wolfie

W/T; grrrr *if you so much as touch me I will have to stop being a good boy, and so help me you will find chichi jelly in your hair gel, and wild will help somehow idk maybe monster extract will work to dye it*

Wars withdraws hand

Wild; snickers

Sorry this took so long, I wasn't ignoring you life just got a little crazy. Enjoy!

First Impressions

A newly Linked Warriors meets Wolfie for the first time.

Link watched the two other heroes as they bustled around the fire preparing the night's supper. The one in the blue tunic with longer hair was stirring a pot full of something, and the taller one that reminded him of Young Link was chopping vegetables. Link had offered to help after building the fire, but Blue Tunic had waved him off, saying that he should rest after having time-traveled earlier that day.

Link appreciated it. He thought he had been doing a good job hiding it, but being torn from his home time like the war was starting all over again and meeting what was apparently two other incarnations of the Hero's Spirit was a lot for one day, and he just wanted to lay back and plan for the next day.

A rustling in the bushes at the edge of camp brought him out of his stupor. Blue Tunic and Old Link turned to see what it was, drawing swords in tandem with him. The leaves parted to reveal a giant grey wolf, and the other two Links relaxed at the sight.

"You can out down your sword," Said Blue Tunic, "It's just Wolfie. I sent him out to find some game for the stew before you arrived."

Link hesitantly sheathed his sword as the wolf padded over to the cooking hero, a fur-covered lump held in its powerful jaws. "Who's a good boy?"

Cook Link had taken the dead animal and handed it to Old Link and was now scratching behind the wolf's ears as it sat, tail wagging and a contented look on its face. Link hesitantly reached over to pet "Wolfie's" coarse fur, some of the tension draining from his body. He had seen some strange things during the War of Eras, but a tame wolf was up there with the strangest.

Before his hand could touch the wolf, it turned and glared at him with piercing blue eyes that promised pain if he so much as ruffled its head. Cook Link had stopped petting Wolfie and was glaring with equal intensity. Link pulled back his hand.

"Okay, sheesh! Don't touch Wolfie, it's sensitive, got it. No need to eviscerate me in my sleep."

Cook Link raised an eyebrow. "Wolfie is a he, not an it. Maybe keep your hands to yourself until you get to know each other better."

Link nodded. "Will do. Pleasure to meet you, Mister Wolfie."

Old Link chuckled from where he was dressing the game. "I think Wolfie had better stay in the woods for now, so he doesn't... scare off any more heroes that might show up."

Wolfie chuffed and disappeared back into the bushes. Could he understand them? It must have been one smart wolf. Ultimately it seemed like Old Link was right, because right after Wolfie left a fourth Link stumbled into camp, covered in leaves and wearing a wolf pelt.

Interesting coincidence, thought Link.

[snarkymonkeyprime]

Enjoy the filthy smut between two dumb-dumbs.

     Kai fidgeted, silently thankful that his boss was a clothes horse and rich.  Had he had to decide on what to wear for this event, it likely would have been off a discount rack and ill-fitting at best.  Instead, Xerynn had ordered him to his personal tailor, seeing to it that Kai's tux was perfectly cut and that his shoes were Italian.

     He looked down, arching his toes up, wondering if he'd ever worn anything so shiny in the past.  

     Probably when I had to go to church that one time.  It hadn't been a fun time for anyone considering he'd been almost six and wailed the entire time.

     Xerynn cleared his throat, tapping his cane against the pavement.  "I would advise against focusing on your feet, Mr. Walker."

     He sighed and folded his arms over his chest as he straightened.  At Xerynn's raised brow, he reluctantly dropped his arms.  "Why in the world do you want me here?  Won't I be a stain on your rep?"

     The god's brow twitched.  With his free hand, he took Kai's elbow, drawing him toward the Melody.  "There is little you can do to mar my reputation, Mr. Walker," he admonished.  "You afford yourself more importance than you retain."

     "I think you just insulted me," Kai muttered, allowing himself to be led up the stairs to the main room.  Which, honestly, was par for the course these days.  Very little Xerynn said to him ruffled his feathers anymore.  The retorts were largely reflex.

      Still holding Kai's elbow, Xerynn led him into the main space, opulently decorated with cream and silver, the small waist high tables scattered about the room, Portland's elite already congregating, with glasses of alcohol in hand.  Waiters wandered with laden trays, pausing here and there and voices created a susurrus of continued noise.  Had it been more crowded they might have entered undetected but Kai doubted it.  Xerynn drew attention wherever he went, coaxed by his very nature if not his striking looks.  Little wonder then that more than one set of eyes turned their way as they entered, some appraising and others critical.

      Kai wanted to bolt.  He usually entered rooms unnoticed.  Being near someone like Xerynn was akin to being pinned under a spotlight.  He swallowed and trailed after Xerynn, his skin crawling as the gazes followed them both.

     Xerynn glanced back once and smirked.  "Worry not.  I only need you to be seen."

     Confusing.  "Why?" he prodded.  "Isn't it better if people don't know who I am?"

     The god lifted Kai's chin with the head of his cane.  "You appear to be my guest.  My very nervous, naive guest."  He raised his brows and replaced the cold metal with an equally cold hand.  "There is nothing those of power enjoy more than attempting to use what they see as a weakness."

     Understanding dawned and Kai ground his teeth.  "You want them thinking you and I -"

     Xerynn grinned then, stroking Kai's bottom lip with his thumb.  "Ah, you can catch on when prompted."

     Kai swallowed the urge to gag.  "Why?" he asked again. 

     Xerynn dropped his hand, letting it drag along Kai's arm.  Strange how when Ethan would do such gentle touches, Kai's mind would shift into overdrive until he was nearly nonsensical.  Here, he only wanted to swat at the god and march off.  But, if there was one thing he'd learned in the last year, it was that Xerynn never did things on impulse.  And listening before reacting would serve him better when it came to the god of war.

     "You will mingle.  You will demure to the attentions of these people."  He leaned in and murmured, "and you will listen."

     Kai frowned.  "You do realize you're asking me to act like a spy.  Me."  He knew his own limitations and given his perpetual anxious state, he had to wonder if maybe Xerynn's mind had snapped.

     Xerynn patted his cheek, appearing all the while as an affectionate lover.  "Not words.  Chaos.  You will work."

     Ah.  He nearly laughed.  He would have chided Xerynn for such an overly complicated method until he glanced about the room.  Calculating eyes tracked Xerynn's every gesture.  This group wasn't like most, Kai could sense that easily.  While the room dripped with money, there was an aggressive undercurrent that left him shivering.

     "Who are they?" he asked, his voice soft.

     "You do not wish them to know your name."  Xerynn eyed him in warning.  "Say nothing to them.  Pretend you are ignorant of who I am beyond the firm.  Mingle and track.  There is something here that should not be."

      Kai nodded.  He could do that.  Besides, the sooner he could find whatever it was Xerynn was after, the sooner he could likely leave.  He glanced about the room again, startled to see Ethan and Chernov walk into the open space.  

      Xerynn followed his gaze and dipped his head toward Chernov who only flipped him off in response.

      "Why are they here?"

      "Similar reasons," Xerynn intoned.  He pinched Kai's chin, lifting his gaze.  "You seek Chaos for me.  They seek else."

      Yay, work party.  He slipped out of Xerynn's touch, careful not to appear as though he was in a hurry to do so.  He smoothed the front of his tux and swallowed, shutting his eyes for a moment.  Okay.  Chaos.  I can do Chaos.  He let out a breath and schooled his expression as best he could, stepping away from Xerynn.

      He wandered about the room, occasionally acknowledging a nod or a smile from the other guests.  For the most part, Kai appeared invisible to the other guests.  Without Xerynn at his elbow, he'd effectively disappeared in their eyes.  It didn't last long, however.  Eventually, an older man cornered him, and Kai did his best to not bristle at the aggression.

      The man's eyes were unfocused, and his glass half full; by Kai's guess he was likely already on his third.  He smiled politely, skin crawling at the fumes coming off the man.  Never let it be said that wealth makes you palatable, Kai groused.

      "So."  He took a swig from his glass.  "I see Xerynn's slumming these days."

      Oh, for fuck's sake, Kai thought.  He was a split second from shoving the man away when he recalled Xerynn's warnings.  Instead, he smiled innocently and murmured, "Mr. Warrgott is very kind."  Christ, Xerynn, you owe me for this, you dickhead.

      He jumped when the man clasped his chin, tilting his head as though examining a horse.  "You're cute though.  Bet you're fun."

      Nausea swarmed in Kai's gut.  He didn't necessarily care if anyone thought Xerynn was screwing him.  He knew differently.  But this man appeared willing to find out and that alone spiked Kai's flight response.  Before he could do anything, however, a hand latched on his wrist, rescuing him.

     Blank faced, Ethan pulled Kai to his side and stated firmly, "Mr. Warrgott sent me for you, Mr. Walker."

     He didn't fight the beaming smile at Ethan's interruption.  Ethan's eyes were hard but not for Kai, that much was clear.  He turned back to his companion and said brightly, "Sorry, must go." before happily following after Ethan.  To his shock, thought, Ethan didn't take him in the direction of Xerynn but rather down a smaller hallway where signs pointed to the coat check room.

      Ethan shoved him into the small room, turning to lock the door behind him as he did.  His shoulders were hunched, once hand splayed against the door as though he struggled to control himself.

      Kai smiled.  He's probably just as irritated about being here as I am.  "There a reason you're locking us in with coats?" he teased.

      His boyfriend turned them, the dark look from before still present.  Kai's smile faltered and he prodded, "Ethan?  You okay?"  He squawked when Ethan surged into him, hands on either side of Kai's face as he kissed him, desperate and nearly painful in its suddenness. 

      Oh.  Oh, I see.  He relaxed them, eagerly returning the kiss as Ethan walked them back until Kai was pressed to the wall between two racks of coats.  He circled Ethan's wrists with his hands, tugging until he got the man's attention.  He drew those familiar hands down, thumbs stroking the backs in tandem.

      "Feel better?" he grinned.  Ethan's shift toward impulsivity was an interesting thing to watch.  He'd been so closeted for the better part of his life that he rarely did things overt.  Those first few months they were together he acted more like a confused puppy, clearly wanting to jump all over Kai but unsure of how and when.  Jumping him in a closet, though, was new.

      The hot look from before had tempered but Ethan still clearly appeared annoyed.  It passed in a breath, shifting into a searing directness Kai was far more fond of.  He reached out and touched Kai's lips, almost reverent in his gentleness.  "He shouldn't have touched you."

      In the past, Kai would have been pissed at someone acting so possessive.  But with Ethan, Kai just reveled in it.  He would never provoke the man but neither could he deny the thrill at Ethan's frustration.  Kai was sure he'd never get tired of the sight, those familiar pale blue eyes hazy with lust and ire.  Didn't mean he necessarily wanted to be groped in a coat closet with half of Portland's upper echelon milling about only a few feet away.

     Still.  He rested his arms on Ethan's shoulders, hands loosely clasped.  A boldness he didn't always feel crept over him and he cocked his head slightly, blood singing at the way Ethan's eyes never left his.  "Problem, officer?"

     Ethan scowled.  "Do you have any idea what you look like?"

     Kai fought a grin.  Instead, he blinked innocently.  "Why, whatever do you mean?" he teased.

     Ethan's fingers dug into his waist drawing a hiss.  He leaned in, resting his lips against Kai's jaw and growled, "They think you're Xerynn's."

     Kai did laugh then.  "I-it's just a ploy," he protested.  "Xerynn wanted me working tonight.  Someone's got some Chaos-something-or-other and I need to find it."  Still snickering, he watched Ethan draw back, a very obvious pout on his face.  

     I love you, you idiot, he thought with affection, his own heart stuttering at the realization.  His humor softened and he cupped Ethan's cheek, dragging a thumb against his boyfriend's neatened beard.  "It's nothing to worry about."

     Looking every inch a petulant giant, Ethan looked away.  "I kept hearing them say how . . . how surprised they were by Xerynn's new arm candy."  His throat worked as he frowned and looked steadily away from Kai.  "Like, like they thought you weren't good enough."

     Kai's heart overflowed in that moment.  He brought his other hand up to Ethan's face and forced the man to look at him, smiling at familiar want and affection in those eyes.  "Ethan, are you seriously angry that they didn't think I could get Xerynn?"

     "Maybe," he mumbled.

     You idiot, he chided, grinning.  He leaned in and kissed Ethan gently.  "Frankly, they should be wondering if something's wrong with me mentally if they think I'm here with him because anyone he actually seems to want to pursue always has a few wires missing," he retorted.  Granted, he only had Jac as an example but it was a hefty example.

     Ethan's eyes flicked to Kai and away, but beneath Kai's fingers, the man's jaw no longer jumped.  

     "Ethan," he murmured.  Eyes swung back and locked on Kai this time.  His heart jittered at the heat there.  "Ethan," he repeated.  He leaned in kissing Ethan gently.  "Were you jealous?" he teased.

     He gasped when Ethan pinned him to the wall again, startled by the sudden movement.  He didn't fight when Ethan took Kai's wrists and pinned them above his head.  

     Of course you only need one hand you goddamn behemoth, he mused as Ethan drew his empty hand down his neck.  Thank fuck.  His eyes fell shut and he lifted his chin, shivering at the blunt scrape of fingernails along his skin.  By reflex, he widened his stance and whimpered when Ethan pressed close, letting Kai know just how affected he'd been.

     "You're mine, remember?" Ethan growled, leaning in to fasten his mouth to Kai's neck.  He dragged his teeth along Kai's skin, lips curling in response to Kai's startled yip.  "Wish I could leave a permanent mark on you.  Wish I could show them you're mine."

     Kai squirmed, growing hard and flush at the want in Ethan's voice.  It was the same for him, though.  Everywhere they went eyes followed Ethan.  Lust trailed after the man like an unending river.  And while Kai knew Ethan would always be faithful, it didn't prevent the tiny doubts that would worm into his head when they were separated for long periods.

     "I am though," he breathed.

     "Are you?"  Ethan's voice shifted, darkening.  He huffed a puff of air across Kai's dampening skin.  "Are you mine?"  He let go of Kai's wrists but when his arms began to drop he growled, "Keep them there."

     Kai shut his eyes and nodded frantically.  The whine that came out when Ethan reached for his waist might have embarrassed him once but now, he only fidgeted, his imagination filling in the next steps.

     He shifted again as air passed along his now bared stomach, Ethan having yanked his dress shirt from out of his trousers.  He bit his lip at the moan that burst in his throat when Ethan slid one hand down the back of his boxers, squeezing roughly.

     "This," Ethan hissed, fingers digging into Kai's ass, "is mine."

     "Yours," Kai gasped, hips bucking against Ethan, his dick already throbbing and seeking.  "Ethan, anyone ever tell you," he swallowed, opening his eyes to slits, a loopy grin slanting his mouth, "that you're kind of horny?"

     His boyfriend surged forward, knocking him to the wall as he brought their mouths together, a spark of pain rapidly fading under the welcome onslaught.  He would never tire of this.  Never tire of Ethan's want.  He never wanted to be without it.

     Ethan dropped his chin, dragging teeth along Kai's jaw.  "You have no idea how hot you look."  His voice thickened, ragged and strained.  "How I wanted to bend you over every surface."

     Kai scrunched his eyes shut, squirming under the filthy image.  He wasn't sure what it was that Ethan saw in him sometimes.  Ethan looked like he'd stepped out of a fashion magazine whereas Kai was lucky if his hair behaved for a day.  And yet, a man as drop-dead gorgeous as Ethan seemed utterly floored by Kai's very presence.  It was heady and Kai was fast growing addicted to the feeling.

     "Y-you'd get arrested," he teased.  "Chernov'd be pissed."  He could feel Ethan's responding pout on his skin.

     "Don't mention him when I'm trying to fuck you," he admonished.

     Kai opened his eyes halfway, feeling drunk.  Ethan's gaze was steady and hot.  "H-here?"

     Ethan's kiss was filthy, all tongue and sucking wet.  "Yes," he rasped.  "I want you.  Here.  Now.  Need you."  His fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of his ass.  "Need to feel you."

     If he said no, Kai knew Ethan would relent.  He'd protest with his words only but let Kai lead them out.  Maybe take them home.  Maybe see if they could get an open room at a nearby hotel.

     Kai's heart thundered in his ears. He'd do anything I asked.  He'd never deny me.  That scared him more than his earlier realization about his feelings for the other man.  His hands dropped from the wall, draping over Ethan's shoulders again.  He swallowed and whispered, "I love you," before he could stop himself.

     Ethan blinked, eyes darting about Kai's face.  In a beat, he broke out into a grin.  His kiss was still eager, still desperate but sweeter somehow.  A steady press of skin and the tease of a familiar tongue.  "My heart is full of you," he murmured.  His mouth moved in soft sweeps before he rested his lips near Kai's ear.  "You paint my life in gold."

     Kai's breath caught, fingers clenching on Ethan's shoulders.  He turned then, meeting the other man's gaze.  The adoration there left him shaking.  Tears pricked his eyes and he shut them tight, struggling to contain them.  He whimpered at Ethan's mouth drifting sweetly over his shut lids.

     "Not fair," he whined.  It really wasn't.  Kai thought it a big step for him to even say those three words.  And here Ethan went and damn near spouted poetry.  You asshole, he lamented, his heart threatening to burst.

     Ethan's laughter was a low rumble in his chest.  "I lost to you so long ago, Kai.  It's only fair I score a point or two now and again."

     Kai sniffed, opening his eyes, a tear falling free as he did.  Ethan's thumb swept it away, his palm cradling Kai's cheek.  

     "Cheater," he grumped.

     Ethan grinned.  "Do I get a prize?"

     He shivered, watching as the lust from before returned, turning Ethan's pale eyes into molten pools.  He licked his lips, not missing Ethan's greedy tracking.  "I said I love you, doesn't that count?"  

     Ethan's hands dropped to his waist again, his left creeping back toward his ass.  "And I told you to keep your arms up:  strike one."

     "Oh, really?" Kai prodded, his heart kicking up.  He bit his lip, knowing it would wind up Ethan more.  "I didn't realize there were conditions."  He lifted his chin, brows following.  "Bad form, Ethan.  You're supposed to explain all the rules."

     He gasped when Ethan thrust his thigh up, pressing to Kai's still hard cock.  "Okay.  Rule number one:  arms up."  He jerked his chin toward Kai and repeated it until Kai responded.  "Good boy," he purred.

     Kai shivered, groin throbbing.  Ethan could be somewhat aggressive in bed but this was something altogether different.  And Kai wasn't about complain.  Given the endless pulse in his head and the pleasant press of their bodies, he only wanted more.

     Ethan's hand returned to his ass, squeezing rhythmically.  "Rule number two," he husked, using his right to undo Kai's bowtie, "you can't touch me."

     "You fucker," he groaned.  He loved touching Ethan.  Loved the feel of firm muscle under soft, fiery skin.  Loved the feel of sweat that gathered in his tousled hair.  

      Ethan clucked his tongue.  "No touching," he repeated, looking distinctly pleased with himself at Kai's torment.  

      "I'll get you back for that," he warned, meaning none of it.  In fact, given how turned on he was at the moment, this might be a scenario worth revisiting.  Ethan, you've ruined me, he admitted.

     Ignoring his threat, Ethan whispered, "And rule number three:  you can't make a sound."

     He glowered at that, blushing hard.  They both knew Kai was noisy in the bedroom.  In fact, Ethan seemed to think it a point of pride to see how loud he could get Kai to respond.  "You're kidding."

     Ethan dragged his thumb along Kai's swollen bottom lip.  "Punishment for letting other people look at you."  His eyes flicked from Kai's mouth to his eyes and back again.  "You make a sound, I stop."

     "You sure you want to commit to that?" Kai asked, knowing full well how lost Ethan could get in sex.  "Pretty sure your lower brain will take over if you try," he mocked.

     Kai yipped at Ethan's free hand clamping down on his groin, fingers finding the outline of his dick easily and squeezing.  "No sound," he taunted.  His grin was lazy and dangerous but his chest was rising and falling faster by the second.  

     Fuck it, Kai thought, biting his lip and nodding.

     "That's my boy," Ethan sighed, kissing him hard, pressing him to the wall, and letting Kai feel his ardor, hard and thick against his thigh.

     Kai shut his eyes, clenching his hands together to fight the urge to touch.  His arms trembled with need as Ethan's mouth moved, nipping and licking as he slowly undid his dress shirt, seemingly taking ages to unhook each button before finally exposing Kai's chest.

     He caught the rustle of fabric as Ethan knelt and bit harder on his lip at the urge to whimper when Ethan mouthed his belly.  The man was obsessed with the soft skin there.  Often getting Kai to come just from tender, never-ending ministrations.  He pressed his head to the wall, eyes screwed shut as he squirmed, wanting to watch but also knowing it would only make the torment worse.

     Ethan's tongue laved the skin above his belt and he murmured, "Nobody gets to touch you like this, do they?"

     Kai opened his mouth to answer but snapped it shut when Ethan nipped his stomach.  Instead, he pressed his lips tight and shook his head violently.

     "No one gets to see you like this.  See you unravel."

     His mouth dropped open as he began panting, struggling to keep his thoughts even.  Oh, you're such an asshole, he whined.  Still, he wanted it to keep going.  Straining to hear Ethan's next taunts.  His next commands.

     He pressed his lips tighter when the telltale burr of his zipper filled the coat closet.  Ethan's hands were sure and warm against his skin, drawing his boxers and trousers down and leaving them pooled at his ankles.  Until all that hid him from Ethan's appraising eyes was his dress shirt, open as it was.

     Christ, I'm naked in a coat closet with my boyfriend at an upscale event.  Am I a slut?  The thought almost made him giggle, giddy as he was.  Jac would approve.  It was a sign of how turned on he was that even thoughts of the rapacious assassin did nothing to dim the ache in his cock.  

     He cracked open an eye, immediately regretting it.  Ethan knelt at his feet, eyes blown wide with desire, tie loose and throat of his shirt open to reveal a flushed chest.  Ethan met his bleary gaze and held it as he turned his head just enough to press a filthy kiss to the inside of Kai's thigh, dragging his tongue upward with a flick.  His right hand splayed against the back of Kai's leg, lifting it slightly as he continued to nip and suck at bared skin.

     His arms began to fall but Kai snapped them back up when Ethan pulled up his left hand and held up a finger, wagging it back and forth slowly, one eyebrow raised.

     I will kill you.  I swear, I will kill you in messy ways.

     Ethan sucked a bruise into Kai's thigh, raising his left higher to splay his fingers along the crease of Kai's hip.  Kai bucked towards the warmth, wanting Ethan's hands on him elsewhere.  So close.  So very close.  His cock. twitched, throbbing under the soft touches, precome dribbling in response.

     Ethan's tongue dragged along his skin.  "Pretty," he murmured.

     Kai squinted at him, heaving.  He opened his mouth to chide Ethan but shut it just as quickly.  Instead, he only screwed his mouth up and rolled his eyes.

     His boyfriend chuckled, shifting closer.  "You're so pretty like this, Kai."  When Kai only shook his head, Ethan drew a finger along the underside of Kai's dick, the featherlight touch a shock, enough to draw a gasp.

    "Ah, ah," Ethan warned, dragging his finger in the opposite direction.  "Want to say something?"

     Kai shook his head harder, eyes squeezed shut.  Ethan continued his torment and Kai wanted to kick him, trembling at each light touch.  Desperate, Kai shifted his arm, pressing it to his mouth to muffle a groan.

     "I wonder if that's cheating," Ethan mused, leaning into to replace his finger with his tongue.  Kai's eyes snapped open at the first pass, his hips driving up for more.  He whimpered when Ethan pressed his ass back to the wall with an arm at his waist, eyes bright with humor at Kai's frustrated snort.

     He was immediately grateful for Ethan's pressure at his hips given how his legs buckled when the man swallowed Kai down.  He bit down on his sleeve, choking on the keen in his throat at the familiar, wet heat.  Brow twisted, his eyes cracked open and Kai regretted it instantly.

     Ethan watched him, blue eyes lit like fire, his red, spit-slick lips stretched over Kai's swollen cock as he bobbed up and down.  Shit, he wanted so badly to tangle his fingers in the man's blond-brown hair.  To tug on the damp strands.  

     He might actually be evil.  He's an evil man.

     He shuddered as Ethan pulled off with an audible pop, licking his lips.  The other man stroked Kai slow with one hand as he rose from his knees.  He worked Kai's dick even as he pressed his body against Kai's shaking form.

     "Turn around, baby," he murmured.

     Kai's eyes widened.  Dazed, he kept his mouth fastened to his arm as he turned, using the wall to brace himself given he doubted he'd be able to remain standing for much longer.  He let out a muffled whimper when Ethan's fingers dropped from his groin, struggling not to squirm.

     Intent on his torment, Ethan dragged his tongue along Kai's jaw.  There was a jangle of a belt and the shift of fabric and Kai jerked at the rigid, fiery flesh against his ass.  

     "I can't wait any longer," he husked.  "If we were home, I'd make you scream."  Kai took some solace to the fact that Ethan's voice was ragged now, strained with need.  "Love the way you sound when you beg," he rumbled, peppering Kai's neck with open kisses.

     Kai squeezed his eyes shut as two fingers prodded his ass.  A surprised giggle slipped out at the slick touch.  He craned his neck, meeting Ethan's eyes, amused at the man's typical horny preparation.

    Even with his cheeks flushed with arousal, Kai could see them brighten in a genuine blush.  He took a breath and finally unlatched his teeth from his sleeve.  Arching back, he bumped his nose against Ethan's, knowing it likely violated Ethan's self-imposed rules.

     To his surprise, Ethan pulled Kai's head back into a desperate kiss, even as he thrust his fingers deeper into Kai.  He mewled into the man's mouth, scraping his fingers against the wall in response.  Even in his haze, he had a heartbeat of clarity:  Ethan was about to fuck him against a wall in a coat check room, in downtown Portland.

     They weren't so far gone that he couldn't put a pause on it.  Get Ethan to take him home and give them proper privacy.  He could.  As if hearing his trepidation, Ethan pulled back just enough, his breath a soft whisper across Kai's bruised lips.

     Eyes so soft.  Even after all that had happened between them, Ethan still managed to gaze at him with nothing but trust and adoration.  

     What did I do in a past life to deserve you?

     This time, Kai leaned in, the position awkward and stiff, and whispered, "Fuck me."

     Ethan's hand slid into his hair, twisting curls as he growled.  "Fuck you so good," he grunted, thrusting into Kai with his fingers.  "Gotta be quiet, baby," he warned.  His voice was thick but teasing.  "Don't want to share your pretty voice."

     Kai glared but it lacked any impact given how flush his entire body was, the way he dug his fingers into the wall, wanting instead to feel flesh and muscle under him.  I hate you, he mouthed.

     Ethan licked the tip of his nose, unrepentant.  "Nuh uh; you love me."  He drew Kai's head back more, nearly painful as he fastened his mouth to Kai's and mumbled desperately, "I love you.  I can't exist without you."

     Kai trembled, once more shutting his eyes tight, as though blocking Ethan from view would stop the unending spill in his heart.  It wasn't fair.  Wasn't fair that Ethan could be this sexy and sweet.  His lips curled into a grin as he sucked Ethan's tongue, calling it a point when Ethan's grip tightened in his hair and his hand slipped out of his ass.

     Hurry hurry hurry, Kai pleaded, aching and empty.  Given their position and haste, he likely wasn't stretched as Ethan usually made him but Kai as beyond caring.  He only wanted to feel Ethan, the delicious burn of penetration, the pleasure that would chase it along his nerves.

     He cried out into Ethan's mouth as his boyfriend thrust into him, the initial invasion a surge of pain.  With a growl, Ethan tore his mouth from Kai's and pressed his lips to the back of Kai's neck, hands falling to his waist, fingers digging in.  Kai had barely a warning to brace himself before Ethan began slapping his hips forward, grunting desperately with each jerk.

     He bit his lip, wondering if they'd be functional by the end of the night.  Each stroke from Ethan left pleasure swirling in his body, a warmth that shivered like waves up and down his chest.  "Please, please," he begged, trying desperately to keep his voice down.

      "Naughty boy," Ethan retorted, driving hard into Kai.  "Weren't supposed to make a sound."  His thrusts slowed, becoming fewer but brutal, Kai's entire body jolting with each stroke.  

      Christ, Kai must look utterly debauched at this point.  He was gasping for air, sweat damp on his face and neck, pants pooled at his ankles, arching back as his boyfriend fucked into him, with long, violent strokes.  The idea drew out a broken, lewd moan and he dropped a hand to his cock, tugging hard as pleasure continued its relentless surge.

      He whined when Ethan stilled his hand.  A yelp choked his throat as Ethan thrust again, seating himself fully inside Kai before stopping.

      Panting, he glared at Ethan, struggling to move, to coax him to continue.  Ethan only grinned, squeezing Kai's hand around his cock.  He let go and pressed himself entirely to Kai's back, sliding both hands up, squeezing his chest possessively.

      "Such a naughty little boy," he purred, pulling nearly all the way out before snapping his hips forward.

      "Ethan!" he cried, belatedly sinking his teeth back into his arm.  

      Not that it mattered.  His impassioned cry was enough to unravel Ethan and he fucked into Kai in a frenzy, grunting in his ear as he rocked into his body with short, violent thrusts.  He didn't stop Kai from jerking on his cock this time, instead adding his own hand to the mix and tugging hard on abused skin.  Tears well in Kai's eyes, overcome by the sensations as Ethan continued to drive him insane.

      Sex with Ethan had never been anything less than exceptional.  But here, in this small room, locked away from prying eyes but still lacking privacy, it was as though it was the first night again.  Like Ethan wanted to make certain Kai never forgot how his body felt.  As though Ethan wanted to tattoo his pleasure so deep inside Kai he'd orgasm from memory alone.

      To Kai's relief and regret, however, It was over far too quickly.  His mouth fell open in a soundless cry as his dick pulsed, come splattering the wall in front of him.  He shivered at Ethan's satisfied groan, fingers painful on his hip as he held Kai still, pumping his release deep inside.

      Panting, Kai slumped against the wall, his heart rabbiting in his chest.  His nerves sang, sparking with each aftershock of pleasure that swept his skin.  He moaned when Ethan pulled out, his softening cock pulling free soft pop.  Kai shuddered, missing his presence already.  He grinned weakly at Ethan's soft kisses against the back of his neck.  With his cheek pressed to the wall, he eyed Ethan awkwardly.  "Feel better?" he rasped.  He certainly did.  He hadn't realized how tense this place had made him until Ethan had literally expunged it from his body.

    Ethan guided Kai around to face him, clearly ignoring their nakedness and the general mess they'd created.  He looped his arms around Kai's waist, burying his face in Kai's neck with a happy sigh.  "Always better after I get to touch you," he mused.  He patted Kai's bare ass, pinching it lightly.  "Even better when I can get inside you."

     Kai's face burst into flame.  "Ethan," he whined, "you didn't have to do that in a coat closet though!  Just because you get jealous over idiots."  He grumbled at the squeeze to his waist.  "You're ridiculous," he chided, still warm that Ethan wanted him so badly he'd willingly do something so brazen.

     The admonishment meant little given how Ethan only nuzzled into Kai's neck, sighing blissfully.  "Can we go home now?"

     He certainly wanted to, if only to clean up and not feel so inappropriate.  But, he had yet to do what was expected for the night.  "I still have to work," he protested.  And he still had no idea what it was he was looking for or where it might be.  

     Wait.  He frowned, glancing around the room, realizing there was something here.  Sensing Chaos was always a strange affair.  Occasionally it blared like a klaxon and other times, it took ages for Kai to pinpoint the source.  So no wonder he hadn't noted the strange undercurrent until now.  It thrummed in a low tone, only noticeable in the quiet that had enveloped them after sex.

     "Hang on."  He pushed Ethan away, hastily pulling his trousers back up and fastening the zipper.  His shirt hung open as he crept along the edge of the room, his senses pinging like radar.  He stopped beside a fur coat, noting the way the texture appeared to ripple, drifting from soft animal fur to a strange thickened material.  Under his fingers, the texture jittered from soft to the odd give, a sure sign of Chaos.  He dug into the pockets of the garment until he pulled out a silver letter opener.

      Chaos curled along the hilt of it, threads of magic that twisted and warped.  "It was never even out there!" he snapped.  Goddamn it.  It was a waste to even wander around the main room.  And Kai would never had had a reason to come in here had Ethan not - he froze.

      He turned to stare at Ethan who watched him, curious.  

      "Oh, that asshole!" he yelped.

      "Huh?"

      Kai squeezed his eyes shut, realizing that this had been Xerynn's goal.  "Oh, my god," he gasped, "I hate him so much."  He clapped his right hand over the hilt, wincing when the gateway in his palm stretched open to swallow the traces of Chaos easily.  Like cold oil, it spread along his arm, fading into the odd link he carried with the Chaos realm.  The familiar yet unwelcome feeling dispersed slowly, receding and leaving the room clear, the coat once more the warm sable it had started as.  Once done, he returned the letter opener to its place, wishing instead he could fling it in the face of a certain god.  

      "Kai?"  Ethan had come to his side and was rubbing his back, brow furrowed in concern.  "You all right?  Was it a bad one?"

      He turned to meet Ethan's calm, warm eyes.  He kissed Ethan softly and shook his head.  "It's fine.  Hardly anything."  He pulled his shirt closed, redoing the buttons.  "I think we can go now, though."  As he tucked his shirt back in, he scowled.  And I need to avoid even looking at Xerynn.  He still wasn't entirely certain of the breadth of Xerynn and Destiny's knowledge but given what had happened, he was sure he didn't want to confirm any of it.

      Ethan helped him redo his bowtie and with a soft pat to his head, led the way out of the coat room.  Thankfully, no one appeared to have realized the room was unusable for the short while they'd been inside.  Even so, Kai wanted very much to get the hell out before anyone else accosted him.  His job now complete, there wasn't even a reason for him to alert Xerynn.  Especially if this was what the god had intended in the first place.

     As they neared the door, he glanced to his right and stumbled to a stop when Xerynn lifted a glass in his direction.  At Kai's glare, the god only grinned, turning away in clear dismissal.

     I hate you.  He jumped when Ethan took his hand, lacing their fingers together.  He sighed then, his tension melting almost instantly.  He perched up on his toes and kissed Ethan, murmuring, "Take me home."

      Ethan grinned and looped his arm around Kai's shoulder, pulling him away from hollow wealth behind them and into the cool night air.  

     He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a moment.  The thickness of the gala behind them faded and Kai was once more reminded of how lucky he was to have met Ethan.  Hard to believe that working for a god would have led him here.  With a glance to the man at his side, he realized that all in all, he might actually need to thank Xerynn one day.  He shuddered at the idea, screwing up his face in distaste.

     I'd rather people think we fucked than do that, he admitted.  Instead, he squeezed Ethan's hand, smiling when the man lifted it and kissed the back of it.

     Still, he would carry the burden of knowing he owed such an insufferable person that great a debt to his grave if this was his reward.

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Wonder Tummy Jisung Chapter 6 Mystery

TW: burps, mention of vore

Alone in front of a paper sheet, Jisung was sitting in a quiet corner in order to draw. It was for him, a good way to evacuate stress. He didn't notice Bangchan passing by, just as he pulled out a wooden pencil. The burp alarmed Bangchan, even more so when he saw the pencil effortlessly slip out of his throat. Completely panicked, he took out his phone to call 911, thinking he had suffocated.

"No! Don't do anything ! I'm fine, really.."

"But where did the pencil come from?"

"My belly…"

Bangchan didn't seem to understand. What kind of creature was he talking to?

Jisung backed up as far as possible against a wall, terrified that Bangchan didn't want him anymore. He dared to look him in the eyes, but he couldn't find the slightest trace of anger in them. Just deep sadness. So, was that why Jisung was so close to a lab? With a slightly clumsy gesture, he hugged him. He wasn't going to kick him out.

A little surprised, the youngest let him do. He desperately needed a hug…

"Don't move, I'll be back…"

He watched Bangchan leave, and come back with something strange. It looked like ultrasound equipment. Bangchan plugged the device into the TV, while Jisung was shaking in his corner. Soon, his six new friends gathered around him and Bangchan, who seemed to be their leader.

Minho shook his hand, giving him a reassuring smile.

"We just want to understand… It won't even hurt…"

Bangchan had chosen Minho to oil Jisung's belly. They were closer, and he knew the youngster wouldn't say anything with Minho. Bangchan then passed a small cold device over his skin. Images were shown on a screen. A hollow cavity, filled with various objects, and covered by a thick layer of fat: the blubber. Bangchan found no sign of another digestive organ. He lowered his head, thinking that the scientists might have turned an innocent man's life into a nightmare. Unless…

Maybe by helping Jisung find a place in the world, a role in which he would be useful could help him feel better. He noticed Minho's stuff inside Jisung's belly and concluded that Minho must have had the same idea.

"Hey, Jisung."

Bangchan squatted in front of him.

"Would you like to keep our things? …"

The youngster nodded. He loved swallowing things, even if he didn't know why.

Everyone presented a few things they cared about to let Jisung keep them carefully, thus marking the beginning of trust.

Hyunjin meanwhile, didn't seem to share the same good mood as the others. The only thing he cared about was making room in his bedroom.

"You better not damage them, whoopee cushion~"

Hyunjin affectionately ruffled her hair.

In the evening, Bangchan invited everyone to the living room, where boxes of pizzas and bags full of hamburgers were waiting for them.

Jisung didn't understand. Apparently there was food in it. Innocently, he picked up a cardboard box and put it to his mouth. Minho took his arm.

"Oh no, it's for eating, not for storing. You have to remove the box before…"

He opened it for him, revealing a pizza.

"What is it?… It's a fish?…"

"No… The best thing is that you taste it~"

Jisung took a piece and swallowed it. He didn't take the time to chew, but he could taste the slice as it slid down his esophagus.

Hyunjin was eating a burger while looking Jisung up and down.

"A madcap who doesn't know what a pizza is, seriously I would have seen everything."

"How do you want him to know if we don't teach him?"

Minho was doing his best to teach Jisung every ingredient that made up his pizza. But this one was so hungry, he only half listened. He looked at Hyunjin after his meal was finished.

"What is that ?"

"A hamburger, don't you know either?"

Jisung shook his head. Hyunjin sighed and handed the one he was eating.

"Taste it, but hurry up."

While he expected to see him bite into it, the opposite happened. He swallowed it…

"This belly on legs which stinks like sardines has just eaten my dinner!"

This remark earned him a slap on the head from Minho. He continued to internally curse Jisung. In fact, he liked her. And he really liked his ability to swallow anything and everything. He had to admit that he had enjoyed being swallowed, by the way. But that was his little secret.

About an hour later, in the bedroom, Minho noticed Jisung's unhappy expression.

"How are you, little man?

"Hyunjin is mean to me when I didn't do anything…"

Minho sat down next to him, hugging him gently.

"I'm sure he loves you a lot… But he just doesn't know how to say it…"

Jisung sighed. He burped two pajamas before putting one on his bare skin that smelled of soap. Hyunjin was exaggerating. He did his best to get the smell of fish off him by showering every night for a good half hour. The pajamas looked like a shirt. Too small for him, he decided not to button the top and let his stomach hang out, after all Minho would be the only one to see it.

Minho had never seen anything so beautiful and cute in his life. He put his hand on Jisung's chubby belly and began to stroke it. He thought he had a nice shape, and so soft too If you looked very closely, the white hairs looked like tiny feathers. Minho thought that, under the skin, under the fat, and under the strange muscle, was hiding a whole other dimension. A totally unknown new universe, that no one had ever visited… Except Hyunjin.

[five-rivers]

When you're a teacher for long enough, you start to see the same students over and over again. Now, Shouta doesn't think he's been a teacher for all that long, but he can feel that mindset creeping in, layering a film over his view of his newest students. The class clown who's smarter than they act. The loud, confident kid with a strong, violent quirk. The bubbly, but slightly insensitive, flirt. The asocial loner with something to prove. The shy kid with a difficult to control quirk. The legacy kids. The overly earnest and rigid rule-follower.

He can see relationships, too, either already there or rapidly forming, mirroring those from past classes. Crushes, rivalries, friendships... Ashido and Kirishima were the most obvious one. He could see Iida, Uraraka, and Midoriya as a very stable friendship, maybe even a hero team, if they all graduated. Midoriya and Bakugo... Well, their records just screamed childhood rivalry when coupled with the glares and glances they were sending each other's way.

Really, he could see Ashido as a flirtier Hadou and Midoriya as a less obviously depressive Amajiki so easily. Drawing a line between Bakugo and Sensoji was a little more difficult, but their arrogance made the comparison obvious. Kaminari and O-- Well, that didn't matter.

It was illogical, and Shouta knew it. Despite patterns in human behavior, each student was an individual and should be judged as such. Still, as illogical as it was, he knew it was human nature, and in many cases being able to make comparisons and draw conclusions from them was helpful.

He just had to remember that. Be aware of his biases. Refrain from expelling the bone-breaking kid just because his quirk control was on-par with a four year old. After all, many - most - people didn't have the wherewithal to practice such a destructive quirk, even in their own homes.

He threw a new ball at Midoriya. "You've got your quirk back," he said, brushing his fingers against his jumpsuit to get rid of the grip powder they put on the balls. "Give it another go."

Midoriya's hands seized around the ball, his shoulders trembling slightly, and he nodded, returning to the center of the pitching circle.

Shouta braced himself for the unpleasant sound of a child's arm shattering. This was going to be painful in more ways than one. Based on Midoriya's obvious efforts in the other tests, his performance on the ethics portion of the entrance exam, and how he'd refrained from using his ridiculous quirk up until now, he probably wasn't going to keep him expelled for more than an hour or two.

Still. This was a quirk apprehension test, as he'd told the students. The actual numeric scores didn't matter all that much. Midoriya's understanding of his quirk was rock bottom.

Unless he made a shocking improvement in the next minute, he'd have no chance--

Midoriya's arm snapped forward, and a shockwave swept over the field, ruffling the grass and Shouta's clothes. The sound of breaking bones had been present, but not to the degree Shouta had expected.

The kid turned to face Shouta with a broken finger and the least convincing approximation of a smile he'd ever seen. And he'd seen himself smile in a mirror before. Once.

But Shouta had to give him points for trying. And some insane pain tolerance, because even if Midoriya was crying, he wasn't bawling.

"I," Midoriya said, "can still move!"

This kid was crazy.

Shouta could respect that.

"What the hell!" shouted Bakugo. "Explain yourself, Deku!"

Then Mr. Explosive Rival launched himself across the field at the kid, who shrieked and cringed. Shouta wasted no time wrapping him up. These kids needed to calm down learn to leave... the rivalry... at... home...

Huh. At this stage, rivalry wasn't a very logical conclusion, was it? Bakugo had attacked Midoriya in the middle of class - was still trying to attack him, honestly - whereas Midoriya had mostly avoided him, and Midoriya looked legitimately scared. Although that could be from pain, instead.

If Midoriya didn't have such a strong quirk... But he didn't have a strong quirk, did he? He had a quirk that did the equivalent of working him over with a crowbar whenever he used it. Not something you could really use for self-defense.

Crap.

"Bakugo," he said. "Stop trying to attack your classmate. You're giving me dry eye."

"Wow," he heard Midoriya mumble, "Eraserhead..."

Ugh. The bone-breaking problem child would know who he was.

Bakugo continued to strain against Shouta's capture weapon. What a pain. They could be done with the tests and Shouta could be asleep right now.

He sighed. "Bakugo, congratulations on getting the first detention of the year."

"What! But--!"

"Don't care. Get back to the line and get ready for the next test. Midoriya..."

"I--" said Midoriya, his shaking and sweating more pronounced now. "Um. I can still move, sensei. I can finish the tests!"

Oh, Recovery Girl was going to beat him until everything below his knees was black and blue, but this would be a good gauge of the Midoriya's conviction. It wasn't like the few extra minutes would make much of a difference, anyway.

"Yeah, yeah, get back to the line and stop wasting time."

.

It was an immutable fact. The sun was bright, water was wet, and Bakugo Katsuki, straight-A student, future number one, and all around badass, did not get detention.

Except he had. Gotten detention, that is.

He watched the other students leave the school with undisguised poor grace as the hobo masquerading as a teacher kept a firm hand on his shoulder. Deku, the lying freak, had the gall to actually look over his shoulder at him. Concerned. Ha! As if Katsuki needed any of that.

Every time he'd gotten detention before, talking his way out had ended with the principal patting him on the shoulder and assuring his parents it had all been a misunderstanding. One that would be erased from his record.

This might be the first time he'd had such a weirdo for a teacher (seriously, who threatens to expell someone on the first day and then doesnt even get rid of Deku? What a joke), but UA was still a school. One he was going to rule.

"Alright," said the 'teacher,' removing his hand from Katsuki's shoulder. "Come on."

Katsuki tsked and shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, but followed Eraserman or whatever his name was back into the building. They walked through the school, occasionally passing some stupidly tall second and third years. Before too long, they came to a stop in front of one of UA's signature giant doors.

There was a plaque on it, with three lines of text. The first, in the largest font, read COUNSELOR. The second was the name INUI RYO. Right below that, in the smallest font, was the line reading 'The Hunting Dog Hero: Hound Dog.'

Weirdo backwards plaque. The hero name should be the most important. Who cared if he was a counselor?

Teacherhead knocked on the door, and, upon receiving a muffled "Come in!" opened the door.

Inside was a weird dog guy holding a stack of papers. He registered first Pencil Eraser, then Katsuki, and his face fell.

"Geez, Aizawa, you expelled him the first day?"

"If I'd expelled him, I wouldn't be bringing him here," said Number Two Pencil.

"You might, if he started crying. Or if--"

Katsuki'd had enough. "I'M NO CRYBABY, YOU--"

"Oi! We weren't saying that, kid. Then why did you bring him?"

The failed caterpillar just sighed and leaned against the door frame. "OOCA-1. Best to nip that in the bud. Bakugo."

"What?"

"You don't get multiple warnings for this kind of thing, kid. Don't let it happen again." Then the hobo caterpillar just walked away.

"So," said dog dude, "Bakugo, was it?"

"Yeah, and you'd better remember it."

The mutt chuckled. "I'll do my best. Why don't you take a seat?"

Katsuki's lip twitched up. Finally, some respect. He dropped onto the couch. "You're supposed to do this detention thing, huh?"

Wolfman nodded. "Do you know what OOCA-1 stands for?"

"No."

"It stands for 'Out Of Combat Assault.' It's one of the codes we use here to help organize the discipline process. I understand you attacked a classmate?"

Katsuki scoffed.

"It's something that happens more often than you'd think. Heroics is often a violent field, and you're being trained to fight. Sometimes, especially when emotions run high, it's easy to react without thinking."

Great, they were already giving him an excuse. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be more careful next time."

"The thing is, you haven't been in any combat classes yet, have you? This is the first day."

That... was not how this was supposed to go. Katsuki turned his glare on the Hound Boy.

"And that kind of reaction is one we want to train out of heroes. Your classmates today will be your allies against villainy in the future. When was the last time you heard about heroes attacking one another?"

Katsuki didn't answer the question, because the whole idea of Deku being any kind of ally to him was absolutely ridiculous. Crybaby Deku, who'd even been sobbing back at the tests. What a weakling. Katsuki would be surprised if Deku didn't drop out before the first term ended.

"What I'm trying to say is that there are some allowances for this kind of thing, but not for repeats. This isn't behavior UA wants to see in its students. It's not the sort of behavior a hero can afford to have. Do you understand? The only time you should be fighting with your classmates is in approved combat exercises, and then only as instructed."

"Yeah." He got it. UA didn't want him roughing up Deku where it'd make them look bad. Fine. Battle exercises, on the other hand... Well, Puppy Dog here had basically given him the go ahead to kick the crap out of Deku.

"Alright," said Underdog, twisting to grab something from his desk. "Good. Because, rational deceptions aside, nothing Aizawa says is ever just talk. But we have detention, don't we?" He tossed a book at Katsuki, who caught it easily. "That's the UA student handbook. I want you to read the section on student conduct before you leave."

Yeah. Reading. So horrible. Just another slap on the wrist.

.

Izuku could admit he was a bundle of nerves. True, he was always a bundle of nerves, and he'd existed in a state of perpetual, sweaty anxiety since before the entrance exam, but this was different!

(Like training with All Might, receiving One for All, taking the entrance exam, attending the first day, completing the quirk apprehension test...)

This was his first heroics class! Taught by All Might himself! He'd pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming so many times that he was developing a bruise.

So what if All Might had sort of been teaching him already? This was different! Really! This was learning to be a hero! This was living out his dream! This was learning how to rescue, fight, investigate, and work with others!

And what if he made a bad second impression on his classmates? He'd already come in dead last on the quirk test.

At least Uraraka and Iida seemed to be giving him some grace over his performance at the entrance exam... They were like angels... or bodhisattvas...

He made the mistake of imagining Iida as a Buddha and almost choked.

No. Bad. Bad brain. Think calming thoughts. Think of All Might.

All Might, who was explaining the exercise and passing around a box of lots.

Right.

Izuku drew a slip of paper with the letter A on it, and turned on the spot, searching for his partner.

"Ah!" said Uraraka, "are you A, too?"

Izuku nodded, blushing.

"Nice! Must be fate!"

It really was! On the other hand, Izuku could barely say two words to Uraraka.

Which was something he had to work on as a hero student!

Yeah...

Now, question was, who would they be going against? And would they be heroes or villains? And-

"Heroes are Team A! Villains are Team D!"

Izuku looked across the field at Kacchan, who... had been glaring at him all day. Not constantly. That would have been hard, considering the classroom layout. But. Periodically. Regularly, even.

Oh, boy.

He was going to die.

No. No, he was a hero student, now. He was All Might's chosen successor. That had to count for something, right?

"--You look really worried!"

"Well... I mean... we're up against Kacchan. Iida, too. We'd just better be on guard," explained Izuku.

Uraraka's face remained drawn in worry. "Bakugo's the one who bullies you, right?"

It was still kind of amazing to hear someone say that. It was true. Kacchan did bully him. Had bullied him since they were four, since Izuku had been diagnosed quirkless... and to be honest, he hadn't always been very nice before then, either. But no one ever actually said it. After all, Kacchan was going to be a hero. He was going to be the best.

Well. Best or not, Izuku was going to be a hero, too.

They didn't have much time to plan after that. Then again, there wasn't much to plan. Any plan they came up with would have to take into account Kacchan having both a sixth sense when it came to finding Izuku and a strong desire to beat him half to death.

Oh, and that there was no way Izuku could use One for All under these circumstances. The unregulated force of a single blow had demolished the zero pointer. He didn't want to see what it'd do to the building. Or a person.

So.

They entered the 'villain hideout' through a window on the second floor, Uraraka having floated them as high as she could without worrying about her own version of the chunky salsa problem. Kacchan, predictably, found them seconds later, fully prepared to blow them both up.

Izuku leapt back, pushing Uraraka away from the blast with him. Hopefully, he hadn't hurt her. He knew that any save was better than no save, but as anyone who knew about the case of Anastasia Gwen could tell you, quality of save was also important.

Hot ash speckled one side of his face, and the way his head felt told him that he'd just lost half his hood and his mouth guard had come loose. Not to mention the ringing in his ears... No real injuries, though, and Uraraka said she was fine.

Bakugo was talking, but he was also moving, and out of the two of those--

Izuku had been waiting for this. It felt like he'd always been waiting for this, but he'd been too much of- of a Deku to stand up for himself and actually do it.

He sidestepped Kacchan's right hook, grabbed his arm and flipped him. Almost a textbook throw, despite Kacchan's gauntlets getting in the way. Kacchan hit the ground, hard, and for a moment struggled to get up.

Izuku could hit him while he was down. Kick him, even, and he should, because he wasn't sure how else he was going to beat him without One for All, and they needed to, to win, and he should do it, he had to do it, he--

Kacchan stood up.

Oh, no. Oh no oh no oh no he was mad he was really mad.

And Izuku did the only thing he'd ever been able to do when he was facing an angry Kacchan and scared out of his mind. He talked. He didn't even know most of what he was saying.

Except...

"I'm not going to be your worthless punching bag Deku forever! Kacchan, I'm..." He took a wobbly breath and blinked tears out of his eyes. "I'm the Deku who always does his best!"

And then, of course, Kacchan charged him again, and Izuku shouted something at Uraraka, he didn't know what, but it got her to move, so it was all fine and Izuku took a steel-toed boot to the shoulder but his mom hadn't skimped on protective padding and Izuku got a piece of capture tape around Kacchan's knee and threw him again, really he should stol leading with his right, Izuku had already told him about that, didn't he and--

And it was time to run. Down the hall, around the corner, keep going, up the stairs, still no sign of Iida, Uraraka, or the bomb, turn, hide, wait.

Beating Kacchan and winning weren't synonymous here. Not if Uraraka could find the 'bomb' and get by Iida. Speaking of which, it would have been better for Iida to be here, strategically speaking. There really wasn't any teamwork going on at all, was there?

"Deku! Iida found me! Sorry!"

Ah! Uraraka! "Where are you?"

"Fifth floor, right in the center!"

So... right above Izuku, albeit with a whole floor in the way. Could he work with that? He could work with that. Maybe. Or maybe not. He had no idea what parts of the building were load bearing. The ceiling probably wasn't load bearing, though, so if he was really careful and punched straight up--

"Why not use it? You mocking me, Deku?"

Crap. Kacchan had found him.

"I'm... not afraid of you anymore!" Except he totally was, especially with that crazed look in his eyes. He had definitely seen that look before and it was bad.

Kacchan, smiling, raised his hand. "Guessing you know this from all your stalking, but the glands on my palms secrete something like nitroglycerin. That's how I make my explosions," he explained, as if he hadn't told anyone who would listen all about his quirk all the way back in daycare. "Assuming they honored my designs, these gauntlets have been storing that fluid."

Oh. Oh no. Izuku remembered that design. He remembered coming up with that idea. He tuned out the rest of Kacchan's speech, all the sounds around him turning into white noise in favor of trying to figure out how to get away.

And then there was light.

.

The lesson plans had been approved Toshinori kept telling himself that. They had been approved, Nezu had told him to expect some injuries during a class like this, and Young Bakugo was probably just getting into character. Toshinori could sympathize! Despite his goals, he'd always loved playing villains in games.

But still.

Still.

Young Bakugo's behavior was... disturbing. Perhaps in the future, instead of encouraging the students to go all out - he'd been expecting them to be hesitant to hurt each other, after all! - he should instead preface exercises with a reminder to always behave heroically themselves. Actually, he might have read something like that in one of his classroom management seminars... something about not letting students model the bad behavior when you were setting up classroom rules...

Regardless!

Aside from that, the exercise seemed to be going well. Iz- Young Midoriya had been holding his own with his natural strength, good instincts, and the bare-bones combat maneuvers Toshinori had taught him at the beginning of the year. Uraraka and Iida were getting plenty of chances to learn, too! Bakugo... Hm. Well. The point of school was to educate!

And then Bakugo started explaining the purpose of his gauntlets. Judging from how fast Young Midoriya's blood drained from his face, he caught on a split second before Toshinori.

But- No. Who'd give something like that to a new student? But what if they did? Toshinori hadn't had time to read all of the costume specs. There were a hundred hero students at UA!

But if it did work the way Bakugo described, and those gauntlets were anywhere near capscity... Well. Toshinori had brought down many buildings in his time. He'd also played support pillar to a few. So he knew that there were two- no three- possible scenarios here. One was that Midoriya was hit and died, because even a medium sized explosion could kill from concussion alone. The second was that Midoriya dodged or redirected the explosion and either the explosion or force from One for All took out the load bearing pillar he was standing right next to, destabilizing the building and endangering everyone in it. Third and worst was that the explosion was big enough for both one and two to happen.

"Bakugo, stop it now, kid," he said, using the comm override. "Are you trying to kill him?"

Better safe than sorry. Time to stop this and hope it wouldn't do a number on Young Midoriya's already shaky self esteem, because the situation as a whole was definitely doing a number on Toshinori's nerves.

"He won't die if it's not a direct hit!"

The next thing he heard was a child's labored breathing. "They gave you that?"

Toshinori started running.

.

Shouta wasn't napping during his lunch break. This wasn't for lack of trying, but because of a pair of loud idiots. And paperwork. One of the designers they contracted with for the first years' initial costumes had only just sent the final support equipment specifications.

It was a formality, really. They rarely deviated from the 'polished concepts' generated from student submissions and approved by UA, except for minor practical and aesthetic considerations. Like replacing one kid's metal spikes with rubber ones, for example, or using blue instead of green to help manage costs. They weren't supposed to make any changes to function.

Still, it was necessary, because there was always some kind of stupid nonsense.

"So, Sho!" said Hizashi, knocking what little information Shouta had been able to absorb about Hagakure's costume out of his head.

.

Halfway to the building, Toshinori heard the explosion and saw most of the nearest wall of the building simply cease to be. He vaulted up the rubble pile, into the building, his smile feeling more like a mask than ever as the ringing in his ears began to quiet.

Thank whatever gods there were, Midoriya wasn't dead.

Bakugo, meanwhile, cackled. "I wanna crush you at your strongest!"

What the hell.

At least they were both alive, but what the hell.

The upper floor of the building started to crumble and All Might put aside his questions in favor of making sure four children weren't crushed to death on his first day as a teacher.

AU where Bakugo was given detention after trying to attack another student on the first day and then expelled when he pretty much tried to kill Izuku during battle training

(Bonus points for some spicy Aizawa/Mic/Midnight trauma of a building collapsing on students)

1 - Aizawa is about to tell Bakugou to calm down but since he is still trying to attack another student despite being physically held back by a capture weapon, and gives him detention where someone... let's say Hound Dog, reads him the "Let's not be dicks" manifesto. It fails. During the battle training, All Might orders Bakugou to stand down when he is about to shoot Izuku. If the kids hadn't been so focused on the thing between Izuku and Katsuki, they would have noticed All Might's genuine panic.

2 - The reason for that is that All Might, who broke many buildings through his career, is aware of two things: either Izuku is hit at full force by the attack or he redirects it and since there are very near a support wall, it won't end well.

3 - Outside of Ground Beta (I think), Aizawa, Mic and Midnight who were having lunch, hear a big boom. Everyone run there to see one horribly collapsed building, 16 students watching in horror, 4 students missing and All Might. Aizawa, Mic and Midnight don't show anything but everything is thinking about Oboro.

4 - Fortunately, it turns out that the reason why All Might isn't with the students on the ground is that because, as soon as he saw that Katsuki was indeed going to attack, he ran in there. He didn't manage to save the building but he did evacuate Ochako, Tenya, Katsuki and Izuku in time. He is not amused.

5 - Aizawa wants to immediately expel Katsuki but All Might argues that this is a mistake due to his inexperience and that if there had been another teacher instead of him, that whole thing might not have happened. Nedzu watches the footage, note that Katsuki seemed extremely unconcerned with Izuku's survival but the final nail in the coffin is the fact Katsuki attacked Izuku the day before.

[liarian]

Weirdos

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Shigeo observed the street between the slats of his shutter. His last customer crossed the road, disappearing from his field of vision. The ground was still damp from the previous day's rains. Without much spirit, he sat down in front of his desk and opened the log book to update the record of the consultation. When Taka had given him the "Business Management for Dummies" book he hadn't expected to find anything useful but the yellow and black spine was still watching him along with his calculator and a pencil holder. Taka had even underlined and marked with post-its the most important things.

In his own way, Taka was a very strange kid. Maybe that was why he kept insisting on helping him in the office when there were a million more interesting things for a thirteen-year-old to occupy his afternoons with. For months, Shigeo had been convinced that sooner or later he would eventually tire of it but it hadn't happened yet. After almost a year, Shigeo was beginning to have doubts that it would ever happen.

The first time Taka didn't show up at the office, Shigeo didn't think anything of it. It wasn't like the office was the best place for a kid. Neither on the second day.

Or the third.

It had been two weeks since Shigeo had heard from Taka when he finally started to worry. Arataka Reigen was no idiot. There was no way anything bad could have happened to him. Although sometimes, the kid had the virtue of being too smart for his own good. 

"Phone's off or out of range."

Shigeo cursed himself. Perhaps he should have done well to remember much earlier how he had met him. If something had happened to the kid and Shigeo hadn't been there to protect him he was never going to forgive himself.

Without a second thought, he grabbed his coat from the hanger and didn't bother to put it on before running downstairs.

Shigeo didn't know how long he had been wandering around the neighborhood when he finally spotted Taka, all alone, sitting on the swings in a park nearby.

"Kageyama-san!" the kid stood up drawing a smile as soon as he saw him. "What are you doing here?"

Shigeo noticed the knot in his stomach untie. In the last few hours, a dozen horrible scenarios had crossed his mind, each one more gruesome than the last.

"Your cell phone was off and I hadn't heard from you for many days."

"Oh, it's dead and mom can't buy me another one until she gets paid." Taka gave herself a little push. The chains squeaked with the swinging. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything."

"That's all right. If you have other plans, you don't have to come." Shigeo shrugged. "But the office isn't the same without you."

"Did you miss me?" Taka dug his feet into the ground, bringing the swing to a complete stop. " So what would you do without me, right?"

"Right." Shigeo ruffled his hair. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Kageyama-san, can I ask you something?" Taka's voice sounded tremendously small.

Shigeo nodded his head. 

"Have you ever hated having powers?" It was the first time Shigeo had seen him so serious.

"It's not always easy and not everyone is able to understand what it means. Sometimes I'd rather not have them but they're as much a part of me as the color of my skin or the black of my hair. Why that question all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, just curious." Taka looked away, letting his gaze wander. "It doesn't matter anymore either."

"Why the long face?" Shigeo sat down on the swing that was still empty. "How about I buy you ramen and you tell me what happened?"

"Oh! Yeah! Ramen!" Taka jumped up, raising his arms, any worries completely forgotten for the moment.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Sudden Clarity

Prompts: can you do a story with human patton and giant monster boyfriends sides drlamp pls I would ❤ that - gengar467

Hi! I was wondering while I was rereading ‘Embrace of Darkness’ (it’s a masterpiece btw-) if you could make a continuation maybe where Patton asks exactly what Roman is and then with how awkward Roman is with explaining things to a human, trying his best to maybe show examples - anon

Read on Ao3 Masterlist (the other parts are on there, I swear)

Warnings: none??? allusions to past trauma but just in that you gotta be fragile with the patton

Pairings: roceit, platonic creativitwins, possibly also dlampr, who knows not me

Word Count: 5399

Humans are such…fascinating. And so emotional, aren’t they? Unfortunately for Patton, some creatures that don’t understand emotions want to…experiment.

Humans can be so fragile.

…and capable of a kind of strength those creatures could only dream of.

“Roman?”

Roman sits up from the grass, leaning on his elbows. “What is it, brave one?”

Patton reaches out and runs his hand through the sea of flowers that surrounds them. He chews on his lip. “Can I…ask a personal question?”

“Of course, you may.” Roman sits up more, brushing their shoulders together. “What can I do?”

“N-not for me.”

“You…want to ask a question about me?”

“Yes.”

Roman blinks, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Very well, brave one. I’ll do my best to answer it.”

“Right.” Patton takes a deep breath. “And, um, if you don’t want to answer it—like, if it’s offensive or too personal or—“

“Patton,” Roman interrupts, gently knocking their shoulders again, “if I don’t want to answer it, I will tell you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise, brave one.”

Patton toys with the flower stem next to his left shoe. “Okay.”

They sit in silence for a moment as the breeze ruffles through the field. Then Roman chuckles. 

“I do not believe humans are capable of telepathic speech, brave one. You will have to ask your question out loud.”

He startles. “Right. Sorry.”

“No need for apologies, you’ve done nothing wrong.” A small nudge. “Even asking a question.”

“Roman!”

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, “I won’t tease.”

Patton sighs, still fussing with the flower stem. After another moment, a warm hand comes up to cup his cheek, turning his face to Roman’s. 

“What is it, brave one?”

“What are you?”

Roman blinks, pulling back a little. “What?”

Patton swallows, his cheeks growing warm. “I—I mean—I know you’re not human, probably not of an earthly descent at all, b-but I don’t—I, um—“

Roman waits patiently as he twists his hands together in his lap. 

“I used to study Eldritch,” he blurts out, “b-before I, um, before I first—” His hands run over the silvery lines still etched into his fingers— “left.”

Roman’s hands come up to gently untangle his fingers, taking them in his own and rubbing softly. “I’m not offended, brave one, it’s a fine question to ask.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, sweet one.” Roman smiles. “Quite frankly, I’m surprised it took you this long to ask anything.”

Patton draws back, somewhat alarmed, only for Roman to tsk and squeeze his hands. 

“Don’t be like that, little one, I didn’t mean anything by it.” He reaches up to brush a lock of his hair back. “Only that humans have a reputation for being incredibly curious and while you’ve made no secret of being fascinated with the realm…”

Patton nods. 

“…I suppose I confess I’ve been a little disappointed that curiosity never extended toward me.”

“But I was curious! I just—I didn’t want—“

“I know that now, brave one,” Roman murmurs, ruffling his hair gently, “the only issue is now that you’ve asked, I’m…not sure how to answer.”

“Take your time. It’s okay. I can wait.”

“Thank you, sweet one.”

As Roman thinks, Patton finds himself running his fingers over Roman’s hands almost absentmindedly. They really do feel like human hands, with patches of rougher skin and softer skin, lines across his palms, everything as it should look. But Roman has said multiple times that this isn’t him. This is a body he’s made and maintained for Patton. To make it easier for the two of them to interact with each other, to make Patton feel safe. 

The only time he’s left since arriving is, well…

Roman sighs, startling Patton—thankfully—out of that spiral of thinking and making him look up again.

“I must admit, now that you’ve actually asked,” he starts, rubbing his thumb along the curve of Patton’s hand, “I don’t actually know how to answer. Not because I think you unintelligent, but…”

He sighs, shoulders drooping and suddenly Patton is struck by how old Roman looks.

“You said you studied the Eldritch?”

“Yes. N-not extensively, it wasn’t my Focus or anything, but…yes.”

“Are you familiar, then, with Eldritch madness?”

Patton stiffens. Roman lets him go as soon as he twitches, not moving closer, not pushing, just waiting. He swallows. “Yes.”

“Have you—forgive me for prying, but have you…seen Eldritch madness before?”

He shakes his head. “There have been cases reported, but…we had safeguards. And there were always people on hand who knew how to treat it, at least…a bit.”

Roman nods. “And what do you know about it?”

Patton frowns. “Isn’t it just overexposure to the Eldritch? And its magic? You see it and you…go crazy?”

A small and crooked half-smile. “Not quite. If that were the case…I’m sorry, brave one, but you would be suffering from it right now.”

Patton shifts on the grass. “I’m…not, right?”

“No, no, brave one,” Roman says quickly, pleadingly holding out his hands until Patton takes them, “you’re untouched by it. You still possess your mind in all its faculties, you are entirely yourself.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and lets Roman squeeze his hands. “But then what is it?”

Roman shakes his head. “Eldritch madness does not come from witnessing an Eldritch phenomenon, it comes from understanding it.”

He tilts his head. “It what?”

“Your mind is not built to comprehend the enormities of what Eldritch are, nor the full extent of what we can do. If you tried—no, that’s not true. If you did, even for a moment, that is what causes the madness.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“Forgive me,” Roman murmurs, “I am trying to describe this in a way that will answer your question without risking the madness overtaking you.”

“Because the more I understand, the greater the risk?”

“Quite.”

They sit in silence for another moment, before a look of realization crosses Roman’s face. 

“Name a creature from your home that does not think.”

“What?”

“An animal, a creature, it doesn’t matter,” Roman repeats, “but that doesn’t think. Not like you, not like a human, just—one that doesn’t think.”

“Uh—“ Patton scrambles for something— “an ant.”

“An ant?”

“Yeah. They’re—well, they’re still pretty smart, but they’re not humans. They’re these little insects about this long—“ he holds his fingers almost touching— “and they have six legs and little antennae.”

Roman nods. “An ant, alright. If an ant were to see, let’s say, a…oh, dear, do you remember when your oven broke and we took it apart?”

“Yeah?”

“The—the part that made it work, the shiny pieces with the lines and circles.”

“The circuit board?”

“Yes, that’s it. If an ant saw a circuit board, it would be puzzled, perhaps, or intrigued, because it hadn’t seen something like it before, yes?”

Patton nods. Roman looks at him with a strange intensity. 

“For a moment, now, imagine that it saw the circuit board like a human.”

“…what?”

“Yes,” Roman repeats, still staring, “it understood the function of a circuit board. It understood how it worked. It understood how it fit into the massive oven, into the world, into the universe. It understood everything.”

“But ants don’t have electricity. They don’t—they don’t have any of that.”

“Exactly.” Roman snaps his fingers. “And just like that, it’s over, and the ant is just an ant again.”

Patton frowns. “But does it…remember?”

“Bits and pieces, yes. Echoes of things it can’t possibly comprehend. What use can it make of this knowledge? What can it possibly do except try and seek it out again? To see the things it once did just one more time?”

Roman’s stare holds him in place. Something cold ruffles across the back of Patton’s neck. 

“It will do anything,” Roman says softly, “to prove to itself, to others, to anyone that what it saw was real, was true. It can’t forget, it doesn’t want to forget. It wants to understand again. Nothing else in the tiny world matters. That is madness.”

Oh. 

Oh. 

“I’m sorry, brave one—“ and the spell is broken, it’s just Roman again. Sweet, soft, gentle Roman who brushes warm fingers across his cheek— “I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you alright?”

Patton nods, clumsily chasing after the warmth of Roman’s hand. Roman lets him, cupping his face. 

“Good,” he murmurs, “I…I didn’t want to frighten you, I just wanted you to understand why the question troubled me.”

“No, no, I, um…I get it.” He bumps Roman’s hand with his chin. “Thanks for explaining.”

Roman nods. “Are you…satisfied with that? I can try—“

“I don’t want to understand,” Patton blurts out, “not if…not if it means that.”

Something relaxes Roman’s shoulders and he smiles, rubbing Patton’s cheek with his thumb. “That’s good, sweet one, that’s…good.”

“Can I hug you?”

Roman smiles and opens his arms, letting Patton scoot closer and rest his head in the crook of Roman’s neck. Hands come up to circle him, a soft question murmured in his ear about whether or not it’s alright for Roman to groom his wings. 

“Yeah. Just…be gentle?”

“I will never do anything but,” Roman promises as his fingers start to card—gently!—through his wings. 

The soft touches do wonders to soothe the remaining tremors in Patton’s mind, melting the knots of tension away as he nestles deeper into Roman’s embrace. Roman’s breath fans warm across his neck, the heartbeat strong and steady against Patton’s own chest. He drifts there, lightly dozing in the warm sun as Roman carefully tends to his wings. 

After a while, he realizes Roman’s hands have left his wings, returning to his back to hold him steady. 

“Brave one,” he hears Roman whisper, “are you awake?”

Speaking is hard. He’s just about to rouse the energy to reply when Roman sighs softly. 

“No, I suppose not.” His nose brushes Patton’s temple. “Sweet one, I hate scaring you, I didn’t mean to.”

You didn’t, he wants to say, I know it’s just you. 

“I hate denying you too,” Roman continues, “even though I can’t risk losing you to that madness. Oh, my brave one, I couldn’t bear it. I know at some point you will have to leave me, but oh, my sweet little one, please, stay with me a while longer.”

The vulnerable shudder in Roman’s voice rouses a deep part of Patton’s chest and he manages to snuggle a little closer. Roman gasps softly, tightening his grip. 

“Oh, my brave one, you’re precious. You precious, precious thing…” A hand runs carefully up and down his back. “How did I get so lucky?”

I’m the lucky one, Patton thinks, that you found me. 

Roman’s hand stills. “Oh…oh, that’s a possibility.”

He tangles a hand at the nape of Patton’s neck. 

“Perhaps…perhaps I could show you…I could make it safe for you to see…you wouldn’t see too much…but you might find your curiosity sated…oh, brave one, I’ll have to ask you when you wake up.”

Patton summons enough will to drag himself out of the floaty warmth and blinks blearily up at Roman. “Ask me what?”

Roman startles. “Brave one, how long have you been awake?”

“A while,” he admits sheepishly as Roman sighs and shakes his head.

“Well, I suppose there go my plans to surprise you.” He ruffles his hair. “I think I may have a solution to your question that won’t risk you falling into madness.”

Patton nods. 

“Do you…well, I’m not sure if you do,” Roman starts, “but when you…first fell into my realm, I…caught you.”

“Caught me?”

“Yes. I had to make somewhere for you to stay, after all, and I needed to learn about you to know what to make. So I…made a temporary place to do that.”

“Okay…?”

“It…it is less of a bubble than this place,” Roman continues, gesturing around, “it is…more transparent.”

“Transparent?” Patton’s eyes widen. “You mean I’d—it’s closer to what you actually look like?”

“Think of it as a gateway point. A meeting place between your world and mine.”

“Would I be able to see you?” Patton nudges his head with his. “The real you?”

“A…closer approximation, yes.”

“And would this—would I—“

Roman shakes his head. “This would not risk you falling into madness, no. You would simply see me in another form that might align with your studies of Eldritch a little more.”

Patton nods. “Can we go now?”

“N-now?” 

He frowns. “Is there…something wrong with going now?”

“N-no, I just,” Roman stutters, “you have, well, up until now, you’ve preferred to give yourself time before doing something new, especially something daunting and new.”

Patton sits up, pulling away enough to reach out and cup Roman’s face in his hands. “You’ve been good to me since catching me. If you think this will be safe, I want to go now.”

Roman looks at him a moment longer before something bittersweet crosses his expression and he reaches up to cover Patton’s hands with his own. “Never let it be said you didn’t make me powerless.”

Before Patton can ask what that means, Roman stands, drawing him up too. 

“I need you to close your eyes and hold onto me, brave one.”

Patton does as bid, closing his eyes and letting Roman’s arms wrap around him. 

“This might feel a bit weird,” Roman warns, “but don’t let go and don’t open your eyes until I tell you to.”

Patton nods and suddenly the world is folding. The air presses tightly around him and reality slides over them like water. Iron stings the air around him, the tips of his fingers going numb as everything becomes too much and not enough all at once. Roman stays close, still holding him, and he clutches him for all he’s worth. 

“Alright, brave one,” Roman murmurs after another moment, “we’re through now.”

Patton opens his eyes and gasps. 

They’re standing atop a circular plinth with glowing lines etched into its surface. Little streams and pulses run around the edges, almost as if they’re alive. The plinth isn’t…stone, per se, but something more solid. Immovable, irrevocable, almost as if it’s been made out of a Fact itself. 

He looks up past Roman’s shoulder and stares into a purple-blue aether. It stretches as far as he can see, glittering golden threads woven together along invisible highways of what must be Eldritch power. Even if he squints, they stretch on and on into the abyss. 

“Brave one,” Roman murmurs, his arms still around him, “are you alright?”

“…Roman, it’s beautiful,” Patton breathes, reaching out to feel the air, “it’s…oh my goodness.”

Roman blushes. “Is it?”

“Yes!” He turns around to tell him that directly, only to freeze. “Oh…”

In front of him is a massive being. It hovers near the plinth, but that’s not quite the right way to describe it. The plinth, while about as big as the main island Patton’s used to, is barely the size of one of the being’s eyes. It hangs there, suspended in the midst of the threads, pulsing gently. The diagrams of Eldritch he remembers pale in comparison to the real thing. Arms that must be millions of miles long, more of them than he could ever count…

And yet it looks peaceful as it hangs there, slowly pulsing. A few of its arms support the plinth, a few more wrapped around the golden threads, every so often tugging one or two. After a few seconds, little spots of light begin to glow from its massive head. 

Patton steps forward, spellbound. “Is that…you?”

A stronger flicker of lights as the Roman next to him answers. “Yes, that’s me.”

“You’re incredible.”

Several lights glow at once, a few pink in color. “You…think so?”

“Oh, Roman, you’re—you’re—“

Patton tries to take a step forward but the lights flicker out as Roman grabs his elbow. 

“Don’t get too close,” he warns, “I don’t—I am fairly certain I won’t hurt you, but I do not know for sure that I can’t.”

Patton nods, letting Roman pull him back to safety. He still can’t stop staring. 

“Patton?” Roman tugs him again with a new urgency. “Patton, look away.”

Confused, Patton does, turning his head to see fear written plainly across Roman’s features. “What?”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Roman breathes, reaching to cup Patton’s face, “I worried you were stuck. That I’d…miscalculated.”

“No, no, I’m—I’m fine, you’re just—“ Patton can’t help looking back— “you’re stunning.”

The pink lights are back, flaring brighter. 

“No…no way…” Patton grins. “Is that how Eldritch blush?”

More lights as Roman coughs awkwardly next to him. 

“It is!” Patton squeals and turns to cup Roman’s face in his hands. “That’s adorable!”

“I don’t recall teasing you this much about blushing,” Roman mumbles, a bit petulant. 

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Roman says, taking Patton’s hands from his cheeks, “but I will tease you about blushing in the future.”

“That’s fair.” He looks back at the being. “Can you—why does it—you, sorry—“

“It’s alright, brave one.”

“Why do you look like you’re sleeping?”

“Most of my consciousness that I’m focusing on is here.” Roman gently squeezes Patton’s sides. “Focused on this form, this body. So I can interact with you.”

“Oh. So if you let this form go, would the rest of you wake up?”

“…yes, that’s correct.” Roman sighs when Patton turns to him with pleading eyes. “You want to see, don’t you?”

“Please?”

“A few things, then,” he murmurs, “I will not be able to speak to you while I am not inhabiting this form. I will not risk touching your mind.”

“Okay.”

“I will not open my eyes all the way. It will be enough to see you and enough for you to see me, but opening my eyes all the way could risk madness and I won’t do that.”

“Okay.”

“And if at any point, you want to return to your islands, strike the ground three times.” Roman crouches and pats the center of the plinth three times. “Like that. I’ll bring you back, just close your eyes and you’ll be safe.”

“Okay.”

Roman reaches out and pats his cheek one more time. “I’ll only be a moment.”

Patton’s eyes widen as Roman’s form begins to dissolve into threads. One moment he’s there, the next motes of glowing light emanate from where he stood, echoing around and around the plinth.

Behind him, there’s a low rumble. 

He turns around and the being stirs, arms rippling and rippling as it begins to wake. Slowly, so slowly, its head raises until the eyes are level with the plinth, the sheer size of the being enough to make Patton’s breath catch in his throat. 

Its eyes crack open and stare at him. 

“Oh,” he breathes out, “oh, Roman, you’re—oh my god.”

Another rumble that sounds suspiciously like Roman’s chuckle as lights glimmer in the being’s head. The arms ripple lazily alongside the plinth as they look at each other. 

Patton could happily stay here, just looking at this incredible being, seeing it move and thrum and listen to the soft tingle of the threads as it tugged them back and forth, but there’s another low rumble as Patton sinks to the ground. 

“I’m okay,” he mumbles, eyes still fixed on Roman’s, “I just…I needed to sit.”

Lights run along the plinth. 

“No, look—“ he averts his gaze— “see? I can look away and everything, I’m fine, I just…you’re really cool.”

The plinth under him thrums with another chuckle. He runs his hand along one of the grooves. 

“Is this…also part of you? Or did you just make this?” He pauses. “Is that…is that different?”

Roman’s arms reach out and carefully fun along the edge of the plinth. 

“Oh…I see. So it’s something you made separate from that body?”

Another rumble. 

“This is so cool,” he mumbles, mostly to himself, “this is so…so cool.”

He looks up in time to see the lights glimmer again. 

“Can you—can I hug you?”

The being pauses, before a few blue lights flicker near its eyes. 

“Not while you’re like this,” he mumbles, “okay.”

The lights on the plinth flicker again and threads begin to weave themselves together. Before long, the Roman he’s used to stands in front of him again, reaching out to pull him into his arms. 

“Sorry, brave one,” he murmurs into his hair, “but I…”

“You can’t make sure I’m safe, I know.”

“Not even from an Eldritch place. Humans can be so fragile, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Patton giggles, looking back up at the now-sleeping being. “I think I get what you mean a bit more now. Your eye is like…fifty of me.”

“At least,” Roman agrees. “Does this answer your question a little, brave one?”

Before Patton can respond, however, Roman’s head jerks up and he stares off into the distance. 

“What is it?”

Roman doesn’t respond. Even the lights freeze. Then he’s cupping Patton’s hands. 

“Remember what I told you,” he murmurs before he’s gone and the being is stirring again, its eyes fixed on the same spot. 

Patton turns, heart in his throat, only to gasp when something stirs in the darkness. 

Instinctively, he backs up, trying to get closer to Roman, inhaling so sharply it almost sounds like a scream as another huge thing looms in front of the plinth. 

Roman rumbles behind him, loud enough to make Patton wince, only for green lights to glow from the other Eldritch’s head. Roman seems to settle behind him, leaving him dazed and confused. What’s happening? Is this bad? Does he need to leave?

The other being reaches an arm toward the plinth and threads begin to connect it. Lights flicker up and down its arms until another shape begins to form. 

Patton squints. “…Remus?”

“Hello, little one,” Remus says, raising a tentacle and waving, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s okay, I, um…just wasn’t expecting…another.”

Remus chuckles, glancing over his shoulder. “Roman is currently yelling at me about that, yes, I’m aware. I’m sorry for scaring your human, Roro.”

“Wait, you can hear him?”

Remus taps his temple. “We’re both Eldritch, little one, he doesn’t have to worry about going into my mind.”

“Oh.” He shuffles a bit. “Um, why are you here?”

“Oh, I felt Roro moving around for the first time in a while, so I figured I’d come and see what’s up.”

“You can…feel that?”

“Roro described us as brothers, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. We can…feel each other.”

“Is that how he knew you were coming?”

“Nah. We’re able to feel others getting close to us.” Remus pauses, his head turning slightly. “Yeah, yeah, I get that you’re trying to minimize the madness risk, I’m not explaining anything dangerous!”

“Is he still talking to you?”

A slightly sharper smile crosses Remus’s face as he looks at Roman floating by the plinth. “Yeah, and he’s really upset he can’t talk to you too.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, relax, Roro, I’m not gonna.”

“Gonna what?”

“Hey, hey,” Remus says, softer now, reaching out slow enough for Patton to pull away, “I’m just teasing Roman. I won’t hurt you and I won’t risk madness, okay?”

“Okay.” 

Remus pauses, then chuckles. “He’s asking me to give you a hug for him.”

Patton steps forward and lets Remus wrap his arms around him. Roman rumbles and the plinth glows under their feet, thrumming slightly. 

“This is really cool,” Patton mumbles into Remus’s shoulder, “like…really cool.”

Remus laughs. “I’m glad you think so, little one. Your wings look great.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m not flirting with your human, Roro, calm down.”

Patton giggles as the next rumble sounds a bit indignant. 

“I’m not, I promise, I just—“

All sound stops. 

Patton looks around, trying to figure out what’s going on, only for Roman to let out a low growl as Remus pushes Patton behind him. 

“What’s going on?”

“The others are coming,” Remus mutters, “they want to know what we’re so interested in over here.”

Others. More of them. A slimy echo makes Patton’s heart clench. Remus squeezes his hand tightly. 

“Should I go?”

“They’ll notice if we fold you out,” Remus mutters back, “Roman would keep you safe, but…they’d probably stick around to find out what’s going on.”

“So I should stay.”

Remus hesitates but Roman rumbles behind him. “Yeah…probably.”

Okay. 

Okay. 

Patton swallows and steels himself, lifting his chin and waiting behind Remus. Roman rumbles, lights flickering around his feet for a moment. He doesn’t need Remus to translate what that means. 

I’ve got you. 

“Roman said you two could move through each other’s realms because you’re brothers,” he mutters to Remus, “does that mean the others can’t?”

“No, but they can send bits of themselves.” 

“Bits…like you?”

“Yeah.” Remus tenses as several tendrils of darkness reach for the plinth. “Like me.”

The tendrils reach the plinth. Patton’s heart is in his throat as the threads slowly begin to knit together. 

The first one to materialize is…well, honestly, it kind of looks like one of his professors. The figure has on a dark suit with a blue tie and a pair of glasses. He steps forward and considers Patton, tilting his head. 

“A human,” he murmurs and wow that’s a deep voice, “how interesting. A sacrifice?”

The second one has less of a defined shape, loosely contained in what looks like an approximation of a hoodie. He chuckles, shaking his head. “Come on, you know that’s not Princey’s style.”

Patton leans to whisper to Remus. “Princey?”

“Nickname for Roman,” he whispers back, “that’s Logan and Virgil, respectively.”

The third figure materializes and Patton’s eyes widen at the black suit, gold cane, and six arms. 

“Oh, come now,” and oh, no, really not now gay panic, really not now, “surely he’s warmed up to the idea after all this eternity, no? This is a pretty one, too.”

Nope. No, thank you, gay panic, I would like my heart to stay in its assigned bodily cavity, no need for any of this.

The third one grins, light glinting off his teeth, as his eyes glow yellow. 

“Come, little—“

Something reaches into the pit of Patton’s stomach, makes him step forward, no—

A blast of red energy makes the third figure flinch as Remus growls. Roman growls warningly behind him as the third figure stands up again. 

“Ooh, protective, aren’t we?”

“Can you blame him,” Logan says softly, eyes still on Patton, “the human is fascinating.”

“Does it have a name? Do humans have names?” Virgil shudders a little on the plinth. “Roman, have you named it?”

“Patton,” Patton says, “my name is Patton.”

“It speaks,” the third figure says softly, raising a hand an extending it, “come, Patton.”

“Keep your paws off him, Janus,” Remus says lowly, “he’s not your property.”

Janus rolls his eyes. “He’s not yours either, Remus, and yet you’re the one acting like a guard dog. Why doesn’t Roman make one of these and come down himself?”

“Roman is ensuring he can kick us out at any time, Janus,” Virgil says. 

“I know that.”

“Then why ask?”

“I was being sarcastic!”

Logan steps forward, his movements careful and controlled, a soft smile on his face. He stops as Roman thrums and Remus growls. 

“My apologies for them,” he murmurs as Virgil and Janus continue to bicker, “they can be…a lot.”

“I’ll say,” Patton mumbles. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Logan continues, “I have not met a human in a long time.”

He holds out his hand. 

Okay. Okay. He can do this. Patton takes a deep breath and steps around Remus, taking Logan’s hand. 

It’s warm, solid. 

“Remarkable,” Logan says quietly, cupping Patton’s hand in his, “you are remarkable.”

Gay panic, I’m going to need you to stop. 

“And your wings,” Logan murmurs, “were you born with them?”

“Uh, no. I, um...” I would like my ability to speak back, thank you. “E-extra energy?”

“Ah, I see.” Logan smiles and tilts his head, a hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “Why are you blushing?”

Oh, dear. “I—um—well—I—“ Patton swallows. “This is the first time I’ve seen Roman like this and I didn’t know Remus was going to be here and now there’s…more of you.”

“Additional unexpected stimulus,” Logan says, “I understand.”

He glances at Virgil and Janus, still bickering. 

“I apologize. This must be a lot for you.”

“…a little bit, yes.”

“I understand that you are very precious to Roman,” Logan says softly, “and to Remus, as well.”

“You’re damn right.”

“I can assure you that I will not harm you,” he says firmly, squeezing Patton’s hand again, “nor will I see it that any harm befall you here.”

“O-oh. Th-thank you.”

Logan bows his head in a deep nod. “I cannot promise, however, that the others will stop bickering.”

“Oi!”

“We heard that!”

Logan lifts an eyebrow as if to say ‘see?’ Patton giggles. Logan turns and gestures at the space between them. 

“You both have shapes, use them.”

Virgil’s the first to shrug and make his way across the plinth. “Hey. Patton, right? I’m Virgil. Princey’s my…neighbor.”

“O-okay.”

“Haven’t seen a human in a while.” Virgil looks him up and down. “Cool. Wings yours too?”

“They are now, I think.”

“Cool.” Virgil glances over his shoulder. “Stop sulking and get over here.”

“I do not sulk,” Janus declares, walking over nonetheless, “and I do not appreciate the attempted character assassination.”

Patton waits, tensing a little as Roman pulses against the plinth. Janus stops in front of him, a smirk on his face. 

“Why so red, little human?”

“Additional stimuli.”

“He’s not used to it.”

“You’re a dick.”

“Oh, for the love of—“ Janus rolls his eyes again. “You’re all useless.”

“Just say hi, Janus,” Logan groans, “stop trying to be dramatic. Roman’s on edge enough as it is.”

“Wonder why that could be.”

“Well, it’s—“

“Sarcasm. It’s sarcasm.”

Virgil winks at Patton as Janus shakes himself and offers a hand. 

“Hi,” Patton says, offering his too, “it’s…nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Janus looks him over. “I can see why Roman is so protective of you.”

“Y-you can?”

A filthy smile and Patton would like to uninstall his gay panic, please, “oh, yes, my darling, I can.”

Roman rumbles in warning and Janus chuckles which is not helping. 

“Oh, alright, I’m done.”

“You’d better be,” Remus growls, “this isn’t about you three.”

“Roman hasn’t moved in a while,” Logan says, “we were curious.”

“And now your curiosity has an answer. Shoo.”

Virgil rolls his eyes and tips Patton a lazy salute. “We’ll be back.”

“Not unless Roman invites you.”

“Not unless Roman invites us,” Logan agrees, taking both Virgil and Janus by the elbow and dragging them to the edge of the plinth, “it was excellent to meet you, Patton.”

Patton just waves bemusedly as the three of them dissolve. Roman settles behind him as Remus chuckles. 

“I think you’re about to get answers to more questions you didn’t ask.”

“I think,” Patton says, staring after them, “I’m fine not asking any more for a little bit.”

“Good,” Roman’s voice says from behind him, “because I’m not inclined to share you with anyone else right now.”

“Hey, what about me!”

Remus gets his answer in the way Patton whirls around and throws himself into Roman’s arms. 

He’s aware enough of Remus leaving and Roman folding them back to the islands, but he doesn’t look up from Roman’s chest when Roman says it’s alright. 

“Brave one? Brave one, are you okay?” Roman’s hands flutter anxiously around his head. “Are you hurt at all?”

“No, no, ‘m fine. Jus’…”

He sighs and snuggles into Roman’s hold. 

“Missed you.”

“Oh, brave one,” Roman murmurs, a kiss pressed to his forehead, “I missed you too.”

“Come cuddle with me?”

“For as long as you want, sweet one, as long as you want.”

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The young man could politely disagree as much as he wanted, but it would still be true.  Everybody’s work does and will get forgotten, even if it is remembered for a sustained period of time.  Even if somebody’s work is recognized for as long as there are people on Earth, just give the universe a billion or a trillion years, and the Earth will be blasted into oblivion by its own sun, nobody left alive to remember anything, including the fact that this floating dustmote ever existed in the first place.

It is easy to predict where he was going with that, especially given that the man has undoubtedly heard it from others.  But when other people say it, they don’t understand it.  They don’t feel the weight behind it, the power, the freedom in it, not in the way that Simon does.  When other people say it, they do so to be depressing and—dare he say—edgy, all, ‘What’s the point of doing anything if it’s all not going to matter to anybody else?’  And Simon believes that to be a massive load of rubbish.

If those people understood anything, they would know why it’s essential to do things and have fun instead of constantly stressing oneself out over things that don’t matter.  Nothing matters!  There’s no need to worry about mistakes or failures, not like he did when he was working under Tintoretto, trying to complete his masterpiece on the side.  He was so occupied with being good enough, being great enough, and when he embraced the fact that there would always be something much, much bigger than him, he started enjoying life for the first time.

“It seems we’re both off our game today,” Simon says with a chuckle and a wink as he draws his hand away.  “Our teachers would be ashamed of us, so how about we make this our secret, hm?  What they don’t know won’t kill them?  But it is a pleasure to meet you, and I’m sure they’d be contented knowing I said that much.”

He then waves off the notion of him being learned.  “My boy, my education was so long ago, I barely remember it now.”  That is not expressly true.  He still paints, and indeed, he remembers just about all of the techniques he learned from Tintoretto and some others he has picked up over the centuries.  But anything resembling a formal education is four and a half centuries behind him, and he remains behind in most subjects.  He could attend classes—he has the time and money for it—but he would rather spend both on drinking, dancing, fucking, and adventuring.

“Wise, maybe,” he allows with another small chortle, “although who knows, seeing as I still can’t get people to heed my advice.”  Not that it is important.  People will do whatever they want, and Simon will not allow that to ruffle him.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” he says.  “We’ve only just met!  And while I am given to boredom, I think two minutes would be a bit ludicrous, even for me.”  Then, as he usually does when talking to new men, he decides to test the waters with a little flirt.  “Besides, it’s hard for me to lose interest in such a handsome face.”  There are, after all, many things that Simon can think to do with such a man once one or both of them tire of conversation.

“Astute, aren’t you,” he praises, raising his eyebrows.  “Yes, I’ve been living in London for some time, although people there sometimes ask me where I’m from, too.”  While the years have washed almost every trace of Italy from Simon’s voice, there remains something about his English accent that doesn’t sit quite right, although it is distinctive enough to be recognized by outsiders.  “I stand out a little more here, don’t I?  But yes, I’m from there; I just travel often, for both business and pleasure.”  His eyes flick pointedly over Johnnie’s person.  “I’m still on the fence about which this is.”

@oceanoecielo // cont. from here!

Johnnie simply watches the man with bewilderment, brows furrowing at the implication that no one was important. He could see where the older man was going; everyone dies and most of their work is forgotten. However, before he could politely disagree, there's a hand being offered to him. The journalist takes it and gives a nice, firm shake as he was taught to do.

A matching smile grows on Johnnie's face as well before he introduces himself. "Johnnie Herschel-Gold," he states, "I suppose I've missed my own classes; I should've introduced myself before asking such a question. It's a bit rude of me, isn't it? My apologies." He gives a light-hearted laugh, shaking his head. Perhaps they both had their idiosyncrasies, such as appearing absolutely odd yet so intriguing at the same time. Such quirks added character though, did they not?

"Oh no, I'm just as curious too! There's certainly a lot to see and learn about out there. I'm sure you're wiser and more learned than I am, though," he remarks as he switches weight to his better leg, idly holding onto his cane. "I hope I've not lost your curiosity then! I'd hate to be boring, sir. You see, I can't stand it either!" He was mentally kicking himself, feeling his attempts at small talk were indeed boring. Such a peculiar guy warranted his attention, however. "You're--you're from England, are you not? My family's from overseas, but I've never been myself."

[solemnly-mischievous]

Wow your writing is so realistic and detailed I love it!! I was wondering if you’d be open to writing draco smut where you tie his wrists and make him watch you touch yourself but then he breaks free and 🤫🤔🤔

this request? chef’s kiss. hope you like it. once again this was just straight up filth (also thanks anon!)

Contains: Bondage, degradation, mentions of spanking, orgasm denial, brief mild breath-play, dirty talk, rough sex, manhandling

Word count: 1.8K

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It's so easy, you're actually kind of shocked.

As you stare down Draco, whose eyes are narrowed and confused and slightly fucking pissed, whose wrists are tied behind his back to the headboard of the bed... you can't help but giggle.

His hair is still ruffled from the nap he'd been taking when you snuck into his room, golden tufts sticking out in various angles, and he looks adorable. Aside from the part where he's beginning to very nearly steam in anger, of course.

"Oh, so this is funny?" Draco glares at you. "You think it's funny, don't you?"

"Erm." You cough out another small snicker. "Yeah, maybe?"

"Merlin, you're going to regret this. Ha-ha, funny prank, nice one, good to see the Weasleys are leaving their influence." Draco rattles his hands behind his back like he's Marley's ghost. "Now let me go."

You shake your head. "I don't think so."

Draco rolls his eyes, sighing. When he looks back at you, his gaze is steely and pissed off. "You're making a mistake, pet."

"Am I?" You smile innocently at him. You're sitting at the foot of the bed, only a couple feet away from his sitting figure, and you make a point to scooch backwards to press your back against the feet of the bed. "Am I, Draco?"

"What are you..." He trails off as you shrug off your jacket, unbuttoning your shirt slowly. You bite your lip as you feel his gaze on you, following your every move.

Draco says your name warningly. He's unused to being disobeyed, to not having things to according to his wishes. He's still the Malfoy heir, after all—spoiled at heart. "Be good."

You ignore him, a move that you know makes him see red. Your unbuttoned shirt hangs loosely on your shoulders, and you trail your fingers behind you to unhook the straps of your bra. It falls away, leaving your breasts bare but your shirt still on—a look that you personally thought was pretty damn hot.

From the look of Draco's heated dark gaze, he thought the same.

He tenses as you move a hand up to your nipples, caressing them gently and tweaking them ever so often. They harden fast, becoming sensitive, and you let out small breathy sounds of pleasure as you play with them, eyes fluttering closed.

"Salazar," you hear Draco growl, and you open your eyes only to wink at him. You see him tug at his restraints, his muscles straining, but they hold fast.

"No touching," you say playfully, repeating back the words he so often ordered you to obey during your scenes and during sex. You feel drunk on it, the control. You love being submissive, of course, and Draco is a fantastic dominant, but it's... fun, to flip the table on him.

(Of course, that doesn't mean you want to be in control the whole night. Maybe you'll untie him after you've gotten off, then let him fuck your throat. That's the plan, anyway.)

You figure he'll be rough after you let him go and you want it. You imagine Draco grabbing your wrists and pinning them against the bed as he fucks you, face-down, over the side of the bed—imagine him whispering a mix of praise and degradation in your ear, laughing when you moan.

Slipping a hand into your pants, you lock eyes with Draco once more as you touch yourself through your soaked panties. His gaze is glittering, dangerous. "Stop."

"No." You get a thrill out of saying the word, out of going against direct orders. You know if he really wanted you to stop, he would use the safeword the two of you established. Right now, he's furious alright, but he's also planning something. You're sure of it.

You shimmy out of your pants, leaving you in a flimsy shirt and lacy dark green panties that you may have chosen just for the occasion. Draco's eyes narrow at the sight of them, and he makes to reach for you before he remembers he's tied up.

"If you let me go right now, I'll go easy on you," Draco says lowly. "I won't make it hurt too much."

"Tempting," you murmur, slipping your hand into your panties and directly sinking a finger into your cunt, "but I'll take a rain check."

Draco says your name loudly, but your eyes are already slipping closed from the pleasure, letting out a perhaps slightly theatrical whimper from the stimulation.

"Fucking whore," you hear him hiss, and it makes you jerk your hips up into your touch. You're a slut for his praise, and he knows that bloody well. "Yeah, you're enjoying that? You like your fingers touching your pathetic cunt even though I said no?"

"Draco," you whine, a finger circling your clit. Your movements quicken, and you start fucking yourself in earnest, far past slow teasing motions for Draco's benefit—right now, you want to come. Your eyes are still squeezed closed as you pump your fingers, chasing release.

"Little disobedient slut," comes Draco's voice, and there's something in his tone that makes you shudder. Your eyes flutter, and something registers in your mind. "You're absolutely going to regret this."

He sounds way closer than he should be.

Before you can open your eyes, a cold hand grabs the wrist of the hand that's currently shoved down your panties, and you yelp in surprise. Your hand is forcefully removed, and Draco tugs you in by the shirt, pinning your hands behind your back and pressing you up against him.

"Bloody—"

"Now, now, pet," Draco murmurs into your ear. You can hear his smirk. "Best not get in more trouble than you're already in, hm?"

"How did you—"

"Magic," he replies with a condescending tone, and you could slap yourself. How did you forget that very important aspect to consider when tying one up?

"Fuck," you whisper to yourself, and Draco laughs meanly.

"I suppose so," he muses, "but don't plan on getting to come today. Or this week, for that matter. Merlin, I should just spank your pretty little ass all red and fuck your throat. Little slut doesn't deserve anything more."

You whine and he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, hard enough to make you gasp in pain. "Unless you're apologizing profusely or using your safeword, I don't want to hear another bloody sound out of you. Or you'll fucking regret it."

"I'm sorry," you gasp, and Draco hums.

"As I was saying, maybe I should spank you," he says casually. Your breath hitches at the idea—Draco's never actually spanked you before aside from a few wayward spanks during sex, but you can't deny the idea of it turns you on so fucking much.

You imagine him throwing you over his knee, peeling your panties off and spanking you until your ass turned bright red and you were begging for his forgiveness. You imagine him rubbing your irritated skin in an almost comforting manner before landing another slap squarely where it aches and you whimper.

"Aw, but I think she likes that idea," Draco coos mockingly, and he flicks one of your nipples harshly, making you gasp. You can feel how hard he is against you. His hand trails up to your neck, his fingers circling your throat slowly. He doesn't press down, not yet. "Don't you?"

You shake your head vehemently, embarrassed, but Draco's fingers tighten slightly—enough that you feel the pressure when you inhale.

"Don't you?"

You almost reply. Almost.

But then you remember his words.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, and you can feel his smile.

"Where was all this obedience earlier, hm?" His hands moves from your throat to your hair, stroking it gently. "We could've avoided all this. You could've just easily gotten fucked, and gotten to come. Now look at this. Now I have to teach you a lesson."

Draco sighs, like it's a bloody inconvenience. "What do you say?"

"I'm sorry," you repeat.

"Good girl," Draco praises. He tugs at your hair. "Anyway, I don't think I'll spank you today. You seem to like that idea too much, and this is supposed to be a punishment, after all."

You stay quiet, mind whirling, trying to anticipate what he might come up with. Eventually, he seems to come to a decision.

"Alright, on the bed," Draco orders you, and you scramble to obey. You get to see his face for the first time since he broke free, and it's a sight—his pupils are dilated and his normally pale face flushed with anticipation and arousal, gaze dark and wanting.

He reaches over and tugs your panties off entirely. Then, with a coy smile, he leans over and gags you with the wet fabric, clicking his tongue in faux-sympathy as your eyes widen. “There, there. It’s to make sure you don’t make noise. You should be thanking me, really.”

Then, in one smooth movement, Draco pushes your legs apart roughly and lands a light slap on your wet clit. It’s not a hard hit, but the surprise of it makes you buck your hips up, a low shriek emitting from your mouth through the makeshift gag.

��Blink twice for red, understand?” he says, and you nod earnestly. Draco smirks and spanks your cunt again, slightly harder this time, and you whine.

“Shh.” One more slap, and you’re drawing your legs together, your cunt stinging from the hits—but you’ve also never been so fucking wet.

“I agree,” Draco says cheerfully, unbuckling his belt and drawing his cock out of his trousers. “I think it’s time I get something out of this.”

And before you can make another sound, he pushes into you quickly, groaning to himself from how fucking tight you are. Your breaths come shallow and quick, the stimulation and stretch overwhelming.

Draco gives you a few seconds to get used to the stretch, and then he’s fucking you roughly, using you like you’re nothing but a hole for him to get off with, quick thrusts punctuating his words as he bites out, “Stupid little slut wanted to push me—look where it got you, huh? Being fucked like a common whore, ‘cept you’re not getting paid or getting to come tonight."

Bloody fucking Merlin. You gasp around the gag at a particularly hard thrust, clenching around him in arousal at his words.

"Think I’ll edge you a couple times, to really help the lesson sink in, yeah?" Draco's question is mocking, condescending. "Can’t have this slut goin’ around thinking she can just get away with anything she bloody well wants.”

You pant around your gag, unable to stop yourself from whining as Draco slips a finger inside your folds and thumbs your sensitive clit. You buck into his touch desperately, chasing that pleasure, and you whimper out a muffled “‘ease, ‘ease, wan’a ome—”

Draco stills his movements and lifts his hand away and you could scream from the frustration.

His voice is low and smug as he murmurs, “Disobedient sluts don’t get what they want now, do they now?”

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So I saw asks are open! It was my birthday today but nobody remembered and it made me kinda sad. So can I request the tokyo revengers boys( I dont know who to pick so feel free to) like celebrating their s/o birthday or comforting them when everybody else forgets abt it? TIA

n.a.: hihii<3 i really hope I'm not late, first of all HAPPY BBDAY BBBY⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾, i really hope u like it, remember to take care <3

*sends a lot of sweets and hugs to u*

genre: comforting, fluff

TOKYO REVENGERS CHARACTERS

...CELEBRATING THEIR S/O BDAY <3

RAN HAITANI

since the morning it seems like an ordinary day, your boyfriend came to you in the morning to take you to school and as usual he went to his "work".

so you found yourself in the afternoon alone in your room, grabbed some snacks and started watching your favorite movie.

Despite the sense of sadness, you wiped your tears and ignored it, until your phone pattern lit up. It was a notification, and it was from Ran.

"Get ready and get out ". Thinking it was something serious you settled down slightly and rushed out of the house, where you found your boyfriend to wait for you.

He was wearing a black smoking, and his hair pulled back into a bun, a light thread of eyeliner and a such a reassuring expression.

"hey y/n...were you crying?" he asked.

"uhm..no...not at all. But why are you so elegant"

"oh love, it's your birthday, how could I not be? "

Your eyes lit up, and your heart started beating faster.

"c'mon let's go. I'll take you out to dinner in a special place. ” You were still freezed, he grabbed your wrist and led you to the restaurant where he had booked.

"You know, I've been organizing this for quite a while, I hope you like it." he said looking away, blushing slightly.

The place was perfect, there were few people and the soft light made the atmosphere even more romantic. You were still very excited, but there was no embarrassment, you thanked him and enjoyed the evening.

"Don't think it's over here" he told you when you two left the restaurant.

"uhm do u trust me?"

You nodded, and he tied a blindfold around your eyes. He pulled you close to him and guided you to a special place

when he took off your blindfold, the view was breathtaking

A huge expanse of stars, where it seemed almost possible to touch them. The lights of the city and the sounds of the animals made everything even more magical.

Before you could I would say anything, he silenced you with a kiss, and in the meantime he put a clip in your hair.

"I took this a while ago, it reminded me of you and I was sure it would look great on you."

And in that magical atmosphere you sat hugged to contemplate the beautiful panorama <3

"happy birthday love" were the last words you heard before falling asleep in his arms.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

So your boyfriend forgot your birthday too? The only thing he left you was the usual note that said "today will be a long day for me, see you tonight" and that message was so cold.

It was 3pm when you heard your doorbell ring. You opened it and the only thing you found was a small box outside the door. You opened it, and there was another note in it. "Smell this letter, and you will understand where to go" despite the amazement you did.

It had an intense jasmine scent, the same that you and Mitsuya smelled every time when he walked you home. So you headed down that road.

There you met Draken, who after greeting you and wishing you a birthday, gave you a small package.

You opened it and you found a drawing of a brioches and a cofee. Like what mitsuya brought you every morning. So you headed to your fav bar, where you found the owner who handed you a cupcake and told you that someone was waiting for you outside.

You went out and found Chifuyu and Takemichi waiting for you.

"I HAVE FOUND THE SOLUTION" you yelled, and just when you looked up, you found Mitsuya that was staring at you and smiling softly.

"the solution is "happy birthday my love" " you said.

"oh so you quickly found the solution" he replied before giving you a kiss on you nose.

"I'm proud of you darling, I hope you enjoyed this little game, now come with me and I'll take you to the final prize"

He took you by the hand, and led you to the roof of an abandoned building. From there you could see a beautiful sunset and there was a large tarp filled with snacks and drinks.

After you sat down, he pulled out a gift.

"here, this is for you, I did it so it won't be perfect. I really hope you like them"

They were beautiful white gloves, exactly your size.

"oh, they're so beautiful. Thank you so much Takashi" u said smiling at him.

"Everything for you" he told you before approaching you. So you stayed close to watch the beautiful sunset

CHIFUYU MATSUNO

It was such a busy day that you didn't even have a second to dedicate to yourself, even though it was your birthday.

Also, your boyfriend hadn't written or called you, maybe he just forgot about it you tought. As soon as you got home, you were very tired, but a delicious smell of pizza invaded your nostrils. You followed the perfume and in the kitchen you found Chifuyu that was cooking

He had a funny pink apron, and he was intending to get the pizza out of the oven.

"Y/N- uhm I didn't hear you" he yelled as soon as you saw. You started laughing, it was so funny seeing him with a face full of flour and ruffled hair

"It's a surprise. You g-go to rest, I'm almost done".

So you went for a quick shower and then changed. When you went out they were off, not all the lights no noise. Although you were a little scared, you headed for the room and as soon as you entered, the big light came on and a large table set up before you.

Shortly thereafter Chifuyu appeared and made his way towards you. He took you by the hand saying:

"here at your table, I hope you like it" and as a gentelman, he married the chair for you to sit on.

" It took me a while, but I'm pretty sure all your favorite foods are there," he said, stammering slightly and now his face was very red.

"It's all so good !! How long did it take you?"

"let's forget the time- the important thing is that you like it"

And you two continued to eat, it was all very good and all your favorite dishes were on that table<3

As soon as you finished, he ran to get a small box. "Well, since today is your birthday I got this for you. Close your eyes please."

You did what he said and felt warm hands moving your hair. To put you a necklace.

As soon as you opened your eyes you saw yourself in a mirror, it was such a beautiful necklace

"chifuyu, it's so pretty, thank you so much"

"Y/N, I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE" and he hugged you without thinking.

It seemed that all the exhaustion had been replaced by pure happiness.

" uh and it's not over yet, " he added. Soon after you were out, he let you get on his bike without telling you where you were going.

Until he stopped in front of the cinema, you entered and the hall was completely empty. It was literally just the two of you watching the movie

"Chifuyu, what are we going to see?"

"oh, you'll find out love". And your film started

It was your favorite movie, but how was it possible? It hadn't gone out to the cinema.

"WAIT Chifuyu how did you do it ?? How is it possible"

"shh, happy birthday" and saying this, he put his head on your shoulder and you watched that movie laughing and commenting happy <3

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The audacity

Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s masterlist

“Seventeen won’t take bs when it comes to Hayun”

Requested by: two (2) anons    

cw: offensive language

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open! 💙

(to my brazilians around, this gif is svt’s version of ninguem solta a mão de ninguem)

The arrival of dancers made the practice room even more crowded and noisy than usual. It was one of the few times Seventeen worked with an outside dance team, and they happened to have a lot of new faces around, who needed time to figure out the staging and how things were working so far.

After they ran through the choreography a couple of times, the choreographer called in a break, allowing the huge group to instantly clear the middle space and separate themselves into small circles of conversations.

Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua instantly met each other and began chatting about dinner plans and whatnot. Slowly approaching Jun and Wonwoo, the oldest filled them in on what they're deciding until he starts searching for someone.

“So, we could order it on the next break and have someone grab it for us. Anyway, did anyone see Hayun?”

“Making friends, as usual,” Wonwoo comments, pointing at the other corner of the room where the girl was surrounded by four dancers.

“Hayun-ah” The leader waves her over and waits as she jogs to his side “We're talking about dinner, what do you think about-”

“Oh, those guys were talking about this new restaurant that opened downtown, I was thinking of tagging along with them” She points back at the group and watches as her members nod “But I can cancel, of course”

“No, go ahead. It's just a meal” Joshua goes to wave her off when Seungkwan approaches them with crossed arms.

“Yeah. Just a meal. Until she's suddenly ditching us during the holidays and moving out with her new friends” The boy pouts, turning his face away from the group. Hayun reaches up to ruffle his hair before landing a soft slap.

“Says the dude who is friends with half of the entertainment industry” Ignoring his eye roll, she turns back to the rest of their little huddle “Well, if nobody else will feel betrayed”

“I was kidding” Seungkwan whines and Scoups pushes her away from them “Stop being dramatic and go do your mingling”

Going back to the group of dancers, Hayun resumes chatting with them for a couple of minutes before the break is over.

After more hours of running over every tiny detail for the stage, the rehearsal finally ends and the scattering of people begins. Hayun takes a couple of minutes talking about minor adjustments with the members and just checking up on them before searching for the four friends she had made that evening.

“Hey, how do you guys plan on heading there?” She asks, taking a sip from her water bottle and missing the glances between the two boys and two girls.

“Actually, we might have to do it another day,” The girl closest to her says and flips a hair strand off of Hayun's shoulder. “We got pretty tired from this last session”

“And work tomorrow it's going to start pretty early, you know. It's best to let this go for today,” The boy nods to her before pulling out his phone from his pocket and slightly turning away from the idol.

“Yeah, I get it. That's okay, we'll reschedule it then” Hayun smiles and gives them a thumbs up “I'll head to the dorms, then. Have a good rest, and tomorrow we'll talk more”.

Sending her some quick waves and small smiles, the four dancers waited for Hayun to turn around before sharing an annoyed look and sighing.

The practice room slowly grows empty, only leaving Wonwoo and Vernon who lost an incredible game of rock, paper, scissors, and had to stay behind to clean up everything. Finally turning off the lights, the two boys head out into the hallway and spot a group of four people standing by the entrance.

“Aren't those the people Hayun was talking to earlier,” Vernon asks quietly before a voice from the group reaches them.

“Why is this damn cab taking so long? We should have let that airhead tag along”.

“Agreed. She would have talked our ears off, but at least we would have made it to the club already”.

Sharing a look, the two idols stop walking and listen closely to understand if the dancers are talking about what the boys think they're talking about.

“That was so stupid. Why would you invite her in the first place? She's so annoying”.

“I mean, having an idol considering you a friend would be fun, right? Especially with the Christmas season coming up. Can you imagine the gifts she would buy us?”

“Yeah, dude. We wouldn't even need to worry about paying for stuff anymore. Just have Hayun tag along anywhere and, boom, no more tabs to pay.”

“But also, no more functioning eardrums”

“No, you have a point. She seems like she'd give us her credit card password on the third time we hung out. Not to mention, looking at her position in contrast with ours. You don't even have to befriend her, but be on her good side, and she'll make sure to give us more gigs within Pledis”.

Standing frozen, Wonwoo and Vernon listened to everything they were saying and shared looks of disbelief. Having enough of it, the oldest cleared his throat and slung his bag, making it hit his own back with enough force to make a thumping sound.

“Let's go, Vernon,” He ignored the four people standing before them with wide eyes and resumed walking. Once shoulder to shoulder with one of the dancers, Wonwoo stopped again and said while looking ahead, “Next time, be careful of whom you're talking about”.

Vernon, on the other hand, made eye contact with each dancer before raising one eyebrow and following the oldest. After closing the car door, he groaned annoyed, “Can you believe they had… ”

“… the fucking audacity” Jeonghan places his cup on the table, face showcasing utter disgust after Wonwoo told him what they had listened before leaving the Pledis building.

“Show me who those people are again tomorrow. I'll make sure they never step inside our practice room, ever again,” Hoshi points out.

“Is there a way of not having them tomorrow? I'm afraid Scoups Hyung might commit murder” Dokyeom brought attention to the leader standing on the corner of the kitchen.

Looking like he was plotting an illegal act, Seungcheol scoffs and pushed himself away from the cabinets. “The bare minimum you would expect from someone is that they can be professional. I swear, those people are getting an earful for talking about Hayun within a billion-meter ratio from where I work”.

“It's best to let it rest until tomorrow's performance is done. After we'll probably never see them again, so there's not much point causing any visible disturbance.” Laying a hand on the leader's arm, Woozi tried to make some sort of sense, but all it did was cause Scoups to roll his eyes.

“We can't just act like nothing happened”

“We also can't change anything about the choreography until then” Hoshi butts in and takes a breath trying not to jump in the 'let's hunt them down' train.

“They already know Wonwoo and Vernon heard them trash-talking her, so I'm not letting them have it easy tomorrow.” Jeonghan rolls his eyes and pointed to both Woozi and Hoshi, “I'm speaking my mind the first moment I see those sons of bitches, you're free to wait until the show's over”.

“About that, I don't think we should tell Hayun what happened” Joshua, who had been quiet the entire time, speaks, drawing attention to him. “Not until, as you said, the show is over, and we won't see them again. You know that she's probably going to get disappointed about it”.

“And you expect her to not go running to meet her new 'friends' once we arrive at the venue?” Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, but Mingyu shakes his head and backs the older up.

“We just have to keep her entertained around us. Fill in Dino, Seungkwan, and Myungho later, and have them help with making sure the group doesn't run into her”.

Raising his hand, Vernon casually mumbles “Maybe don't tell Seungkwan, he won't be able to hide his feelings about the whole thing”

“Myungho won't either” Jun comments and the room falls silent at the sound of the remaining members chatting and approaching the kitchen.

“Wow, you make a meeting and forget to call in the main characters” Hayun laughs walking through the room and opening the fridge for a beer “So, when's the food arriving?”

~

Hayun is sitting on the makeup chair, casually watching Scoups and Jeonghan whispering to each other from the mirror's reflection, when a hand lands on her shoulder and another holds out a smoothie for her.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Joshua sits on the chair next to her while Mingyu punctures the drink's lid with a straw.

Without taking her eyes off the mirror, she nods with her head to it. “Those two are up to something”

“Scoups and Jeonghan Hyung? Nah, they're always like that. Sharing secrets and stuff,” Mingyu giggles, shoving the straw inside her mouth and shifting to stand in front of the mirror. “Cute nail polish, when did you have time to get it done?”

“Oh, these are acrylics. This lady was just putting them on” Hayun falls into his trap and began analyzing the design with some occasional comments from the boys.

Peace has seemingly set inside the dressing room, yet it doesn't last long until Dino's loud “Uh?” caught the attention of the members, who turned to see what he and Vernon were doing.

Trying to shut the youngest up, Vernon makes it very obvious to the guys that he had just filled Dino in with the “frenemies” situation. Most of them try to brush it off and not bring more attention to it. Seungkwan, however, approaches them by, very loudly, asking what's up.

“What are you talking about?” He boringly fixes up his outfit. Vernon can feel the burning eyes of Jeonghan on his skull as he tries to deviate the conversation to another topic.

“Did you go see catering already? I heard they had a coffee machine”.

“Wait. Does he not know what happened?” Dino fails to read the room properly and instigates the older boy.

“What happened? Why is everyone sharing secrets all of a sudden? Is the thing you're discussing why Scoups Hyung seems ready to jump someone”.

The timing of events can't be worse, as the makeup artist taps Hayun's shoulder to let her know they were done. Within seconds, the girl gets up and turns to where the three youngest were standing.

“What's with the gossiping? Did Vernon lose his airpods again?” She brushes away from Joshua as he tried to hold her in place and waves off Mingyu when, in a panic, he suggests they should check out the pigeons outside.

“What? No! I mean, yeah! How unfortunate, isn't it?” Vernon jumps around his answers and tries looking for anyone willing to help him out.

“Just tell her about it” Approaching them from the door, Jeonghan, now without the leader's company, shrugs his shoulders, making Hayun raise an eyebrow.

“Jeonghan, at least wait until the day is over,” Joshua speaks through his teeth and the boy rolls his eyes.

“Well, she already knows something is up, and to be fair I don't know what good hiding this will bring. At least, if she feels like doing something about it, she'll have the chance right now”.

“Do something about it? Hadn't we agreed that the best is to wait until the performance is over and just never see them again?”

“What even are you talking about?” Hayun shuts them both up and Jeonghan and Joshua turned to her with annoyed expressions, “Don't even look at me like that. You're the ones mentioning me as if I'm not in the room”.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, Joshua tilts his head a little and speaks softly, “Trust me for a moment here, it's best if you brush it aside. Until later at least, and then we can settle it as you wish”.

“Wha- Just spill it out for fucks sake. I'm going to combust if you don't tell me right now whatever this all means,” Hayun puffs, punching his shoulder. Just as Joshua opens his mouth to say the same thing again, Jeonghan beats him and shoves himself in front of the girl.

“Do you recall those dancers you were planning to go out with yesterday? Yeah, well, turns out they're all little shits who were trash-talking you, and just overall talking crap, yesterday”

“Jeonghan” Joshua repressed the older who does nothing but wave him off.

“Doesn't matter what they said because you're nothing of it, and-” Adverting his eyes for a second, Jeonghan stares to the side, where half of Scoups' body is waving for him through the door. “And, and, you're amazing and all of that. So now go rest your awesome self while I go teach those punks a lesson”.

Zooming past her, Jeonghan runs to the door, where the leader is already back outside. Hoshi, Jun, Woozi, and DK, scream for him before also going out of the door. A very lost, Seungkwan, simultaneously tries to get Vernon to tell him what exactly the dancer said before while shouting for the older to wait for him to also speak his mind.

“I didn't want you to know about this before the performance, but-”

“Whatever, let's make sure nobody dies today” Hayun rolls her eyes and turns around, Wonwoo running from where he was watching everything and holding her by the shoulder.

“Do you want us to go fix that up? It's okay to give them the cold shoulder or just go off if you want to” Nodding, she keeps silent and walks out, bringing the rest of the guys behind her.

The8, who also had just found out about the situation, whispers to Vernon, “Can you believe they had the audacity?”

“I know, right?” The youngest whisper-yelled at him as they made it to the hallway and assessed the situation.

“The next time you even think about opening your mouth to talk about her-” Scoups had his finger pointing at the tallest dancer -who ironically had a few centimeters on him-, while the rest of the members stood next to him nodding and calmly listening to what the leader was saying.

“Oppa, just drop it,” Hayun shouts, walking past them and holding his shoulder.

Annoyingly, Scoups rolled his eyes and turned to her, “What do you mean, drop it?” Thinking for a second, he blinked and turned even more bothered, “Who even told you about this?”

The leader looked around until he found Mingyu, offending the tall guy who made an X in front of his body.

“Doesn't matter who told me. Let's just not lose time doing this” Brushing past him, Hayun now faced the dancers “Look, I'll teach you something right now, so grab it or drop it okay? I don't give a shit that you don't like me, or whatever, but at least be professional because all this situation did was teach me that none of you care about your careers. It's pretty clear by the angry puppy beside me that you just lost any chance of growing inside our brand, so keep this as a lesson and respect the artists you're working with. Also, once we're on stage put on a smile, so my fans won't be able to sense your shit”

“It should be pretty clear by what she said but you definitely don't have a chance to work with any Pledis artist again” Hoshi came from the end of the hallway alongside their manager and choreographer. The latter nodded and added.

“For the sake of the performance, you should all go back to your dressing rooms. You all said whatever was on your mind, so try to refocus during the last few minutes you have”.

“I didn't get to say what was on my mind” While the group was dispersing, DK mumbles on the side and Jun snorts.

“You had a chance, but all you did was stare at them and scowl until Scoups Hyung took the lead”

“I don't care about who said and who didn't say what they wanted” Hayun rolled her eyes, turning to the boys as they arrived in the room. Clasping her hands together, she brings them to her face and smiles, “You all care about me”.

“The fact you still doubted about it after years hurts me” Dokyeom held his chest and frowned, the girl laughs and goes to hug him.

“Group hug?” Seungkwan says uncertainly and Hoshi nods, dragging Woozi with him, “Group hug!”

[onceupon]

London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!! 

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library. 

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table. 

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.” 

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table. 

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair. 

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes. 

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept. 

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice. 

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing. 

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant. 

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses. 

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff. 

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky. 

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip. 

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons. 

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide. 

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.  

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears. 

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies 

Olivia: :( 

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind. 

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp. 

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears. 

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body. 

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up. 

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile. 

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning. 

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee. 

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat. 

“So what are you chasing tonight?” 

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead. 

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously. 

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on. 

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return. 

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger. 

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement. 

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow. 

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted. 

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed. 

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows. 

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence. 

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking. 

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued. 

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head. 

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now. 

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober. 

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you. 

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night. 

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things. 

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before. 

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days. 

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. 

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did. 

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own. 

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off. 

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops. 

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall. 

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside. 

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you. 

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone. 

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again. 

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🏷: @hopebaker​ @pogueslandia​ @mardema​

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LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

taglist | masterlist | 2.5k words | @pogueslandia ,

warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

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hi bestie! i’ve had this idea for a while, but i haven’t seen it. can you do like a head cannon of what miguel, robby, and eli/hawk would be like as an older brother? it can be totally based off what you think :) thank you <3

of course! sorry it took me a while but i needed to to be perfect. i also added two bonus boys at the end (hope you don’t mind). little note: i wrote this with a fem reader in mind because of the mentions of periods. 

Having the Cobra Kai boys as older brothers

miguel:

you and miguel are so close

the age difference does not affect him at all

he is very protective of you before cobra kai

but once he joins cobra kai that over protectiveness 📈📈📈

let’s just say that this kid is bothering you

miguel definitely notices and scares them off

you act annoyed about it, but you’re highkey grateful that he did that

“my brother is the all valley champ so back the fuck off”

you were so excited for him at the all valley

you wore one of his cobra kai shirts and everything

miguel is so supportive of whatever extra curricular you do

karate? yes he stans, theater? you bet he’s at all your shows, dance? you know he’s bringing you some flowers, another sport? he’s at every game cheering for you

miguel knows about periods, and he has no shame in buying you tampons/pads

“hey y/n, i noticed you were running low so i got you some more” 🥺🥺 

you wear his hoodies all the time

they are very big on you, but very comfy

you help him with sam

“i punched her in the face” “what why?”

“y/n what do you think about this?” “it looks great miguel. sam will love it”

when he dates tory you're a little on edge about it

“miguel, weren’t you like trying to win sam back two days ago?” “i like tory now” “okayy” 

johnny loves you as much as he loves miguel

y’all hang out together

his friends are your friends and vice versa

your friends definitely think that miguel is cute but “eww that’s my brother”

when miguel is in the coma you blame johnny

“he showed mercy because of you! you did this!”

but then you cry into his chest

when miguel wakes up you’re at school

you don’t find out until after school when carmen picks you up

you hug him so tight, rambling about how much you love him

“i love you too y/n now get off me”

you can’t keep up with his love life

“y/n i’m with sam again” “what?” 

overall your bond is amazing and you couldn’t ask for a better brother

robby:

you and robby both live with your mother (because we aren’t basic here)

you’re the odd one out (your mom does drugs and robby sells them)

“you got caught with molly? i thought you and sara were hooking up?” “the drug y/n”

when robby starts being friends with those punk kids, the two of you start to drift

you actually go to school, unlike him

“just skip y/n” “no robby”

it isn’t until he gets back on track because of daniel that you two start getting close again

“i’m gonna get back on track y/n i promise” and you believe him

you go to the skatepark with him

he skates while you read or draw or skate (whatever you’re into tbh)

when you’re on your period robby will buy you stuff, but he doesn’t like to

he feels so awkward about it

“um are these the right ones?” “yes thank you”

robby gives the best hugs (idk why he just does)

i feel like robby is also really good at reading emotions

like he knows when you’ve had a bad day at school or when you’re stressed about something

he also knows how to cheer you up :)))

“i know you did not just eat cereal with water???” “and what about it?”

when your mom comes back after being gone for days robby pulls you behind him

because he really doesn’t want you to be exposed to that

you cry into robby’s chest once she leaves

“why can’t she just be our mom?”

when daniel asks robby to move in with him he denies

but quickly explains that he can’t leave you

daniel tells robby that you can come too

“thanks for helping my brother mr.larusso, i really appreciate it”

you definitely walk in on robby and sam making out at some point

“hey robby- oh my god i’m so sorry” slaps hand over eyes and immediately leaves the room

when robby pushes miguel off the balcony it's the first time you’re genuinely scared of him

you visit him in jail, but it takes awhile for you to go

“i’m sorry y/n” “i know robby”

you just understand each other

when robby joins cobra kai he tries to get you in too

you agree to one lesson, and know it’s not for you

you have many arguments about this

“he’s brainwashing you!” “he knows what’s best for me, for us!”

robby feels so betrayed when he finds out you’re staying with johnny

the two of you definitely drift after that, but you find your way back to each other, you always do

eli/hawk:

okay so before he flips the script you defend eli, no matter what

you cry with him about the bullies and definitely try to fight kyler more than once

you wear his sweaters (fight me on it)

you encourage him to do karate

when he flips the script you’re very happy for him he finally feels confident in himself and you love that for him

now the roles are reversed

hawk protects you now

no one even dares to look at you because they are scared of him

i feel like he has a tattoo for you, whether that's your name or your favorite flower idk but he gets one for you

“um wow okay we’re doing that now” “do you like it or not?” “yeah but i wasn’t expecting it”

sometimes he’ll let you pick his hair color “how about purple” “maybe” 😉

he definitely flirts with your friends “hello ladies!” “hi hawk!” “get out!”

you’re the only one that is allowed to call him eli

“eli i need ten dollars?” “for what?” “a snack” *hands over the money*

“eli can i have your sweatshirt? i’m cold” “yeah take it”

“i can’t, me and eli are going to the movies today”

one day you’re sitting with him and his minions (you refuse to call them friends) at lunch

“so eli” -one of the cobra kais “shut the fuck up! you can’t call him that!” -you

hawk has a proud brother moment

anything that you do hawk is like “fuck yeah that’s my sibling!”

his friends are not allowed to look at you, talk to you, have a crush on you, or even think about you

“woah dude she’s hot” “that’s my fucking sister! stay away from her!”

“eli who’s your friend-” “NO!” 

as eli he will buy you period products but is very shy about it

as hawk he will not be caught dead in that isle of cvs

“eli i need them!” “i don’t care! i’ll drive you there and you can run in and get them”

when hawk breaks demetri’s arm you don't speak to him for weeks

you confront him about his new behavior

“this is who i am!” “no it’s not! you’re not my brother!” 

you’re crying and then storm off to your room

that breaks him

is highkey the start of his redemption

when he’s at the fight at the larusso house, and he sees demetri about to get his arm broken, he thinks of your words: “you're not my brother!”

literally motivates him to fix things

you see hawk and demitri and just know that your brother is back

you hug him so tight

“you were right y/n. i’m sorry” “of course i was. i’m always right” “gee thanks” “love you”  

bonus demetri:

he is a nerd, you are a nerd

the two of you watch star wars, marvel, harry potter, etc. together 

“daddy anakin” “please shut the fuck up”

you want to punch him in the face because he is so sarcastic 

it gets on your nerves 

bust out laughing when johnny makes fun of his pi shirt 

“stop laughing” “if it’s funny i'm gonna laugh”

even though you’re a nerd you’re cool 

like you have a lot of friends in your grade 

“demetri if i don’t talk to you at the halloween party that’s why” gestures to his costume 

listen to his rants about how eli’s changed 

you try to give him advice, but it doesn’t work out

so proud of him when he joins miyagi-do

“i'm glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone” 

demetri tries to get you to join miyagi-do

if you do join great more sibling bonding

if you don’t join no biggie y’all are still besties

y’all go to the comic book store together

its sibling bonding time

you threaten to fight hawk after the laser tag thing 

“hey asshole you leave my brother alone!” 

you sign his cast first

you definitely write some inside joke that only the two of you understand

you see him kissing yas and do a whole 🤮

“so you dating yas?” “idk why” “just checking”

very obvious about your distaste for her

when him and hawk become friends again you’re very wary

“he broke your arm” “he apologized” “he broke your arm!!!”

eventually you and hawk are on semi decent terms

“demetri forgave you and that’s fine but i’m still not over it”

your relationship = the perfect mix of love and teasing  

bonus bonus king bert 🙌🏻:

you are older than him by like a year

but you’re still besties for life 

you’re very proud of him when he joins cobra kai

“im joining a karate dojo” “period pop off”

you always ruffle his hair 

cheer for him at the all valley

“yeah bert!”

but also like you can’t watch 

when he gets eliminated you cringe 

he’s sad about it 

“i just wanted to impress you” “im very impressed bert, you did great” 

your opinion matters so much to him

he’s such a small cinnamon roll 🥺🥺

seeing him with the older cobra kai boys makes you soft

“y/n i’m going out with hawk and miguel can you drive me?” 

bert admires you a lot, like you are his hero

y’all are the best sibling duo and that’s on period