#and for shou it's nothing he was always perfect

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile X

Pairing: Alastor x Female! Reader

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: I won't lie it was a difficult chapter because Reader's psyche is changing but without this I loved this chapter. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did ! There is fluff but beware there are racism, killing envy and blood. But nothing too bad I think... yet. I really hope you'll love it, it's the turning point of the story !

You woke up against Alastor's naked chest, still enveloped in blankets. You could feel him playing with your hair while humming a song you’ve heard on the radio. You tilted your head toward him, watching his face wearing his usual smile. 

“ Hello, dear.” he whispered. You kissed his cheeks and put your head back against his warm chest. You could feel his body being more tense than usual, maybe being almost naked against each other made him uncomfortable? You tried to sit up but he pushed your head against his chest once again. “ Stay…”

You hummed, caressing his scars. It was strange, the skin color was different depending if there were scars but you were surprised by how smooth it was. You couldn’t tell the difference between his scars and his skin. 

“ Who did this to you..?” you whispered. Even though you both were alone in the cottage, cut from the outside world by the snowstorm you didn’t want to break the comfortable and quiet atmosphere. You felt like, if you began to talk louder, Alastor would shield himself from you. You felt him take a big deep breath before speaking a word you couldn't help but expect.

“ My father.” He sighed.

“ Do you wish to talk about it?”

“ What is there to tell, dear? The man who owned the title of being my father had my mother pregnant, he wanted to be a perfect man so he married her.  It was a gamble that failed. I was born and he would beat me or my mother if we were acting a little too “ black” for him, with his belt, his fists, cold water and so many other things. He teached me how to hunt, how to kill, how to hurt… I know so many things that would make you run away from me, my dear friend…” he hugged you tighter.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this angry. The man you have met many times, the very man who hurted Alastor, has always been close to you and you’ve never seen it. You tried not to imagine Alastor being alone in his room being beaten hard by his father while trying not to cry while holding onto Eamon. Had you hurted him when you would smash into his arms for a hug? Had you hurted him when you would jump on his back because you didn’t want to be walking because you were oh so tired. Why didn’t you realize that Eamon’s fur was getting redder and redder because Alastor was bleeding on him because of his father. Why did you not realize that Alastor didn’t want to let Marie alone in this house because there was a demon living among them.

“ Dear?”

“ I hope he dies during the war.”

There was a silence before Alastor tilted your head by your chin toward his face. His eyes had the same warm glint but there was something else, something darker that seemed to try to stay hidden. He was looking at you, observing you like he was searching for some kind of answer. You tried to show how angry you were, you wanted your eyes to give the answer Alastor was looking for. 

“ And if I told you I didn’t wish for him to be killed during war?”

Your eyes widened. What? 

“ Alastor.. I know he is your father and maybe you still feel some kind of bond with him but you shouldn’t. He doesn’t even deserve to be killed as a soldier, he should be taken by the enemy, tortured until he can’t even spell his own name. Being eaten by dogs. No, it would be bad meat for the dogs. He should just get his members cut off, his tongue eaten by rats, he shou–” you gasped as Alastor kissed you, pressing your body against his own. Why was he kissing you so passionately when you were talking about how his father should die.

He leaned back with a soft smile, that dangerous glint in his eyes back. You tilted your head, you didn't finish talking, it was rude of him.

“ Aah.. Darling, you are…” he sighed in bliss as you felt his nails dug comfortably into your waist.” What if.. What if I told you I didn't want him to be killed because..” he stared at you a moment before speaking again.”  I want to be the one to kill him.”

You shivered even though you were against Alastor’s warm chest and under several blankets. Alastor wanted to kill his own father? You were staring at him while he was observing you, waiting for your reaction. Alastor wanted to kill his own father? Well, you did want the bastard dead and Alastor deserved his revenge but to kill.. to kill another human being…

“ Killing him…? But …”

“ Don’t see him as living being my dear, he isn’t worth the title. Think of it.. Like I’m going to hunt a dangerous animal that needs to be put down. I’m just like your ideal Prince charming , aren’t I? Killing dangerous people for his loved one?” He tilted his head with a soft smile. 

You couldn’t help but nod. What he was saying was true. Killing his father would be a great thing. You were beginning to scared yourself as you felt no remorse or guilt to think about Alastor killing his father, his own blood. Why would you? He didn’t deserve to live after what he had done to Alastor and Marie. The idea didn’t scare you but your thoughts did. Deep inside you, you knew you weren’t scared because this idea was coming from Alastor. You trusted him with your life.

“ How would you kill him?” you asked, curiously. You giggled as he kissed you everywhere on your face. His body, once tense, was beginning to relax a little. You didn’t know what you had done but it seemed like your gave the answer Alastor was waiting for.

“ How I’m going to kill him, you mean. I have many ideas my dear! By knife, rifle or maybe by strangling him?” he pondered as he stared at the ceiling with a happy grin.

“ Won’t he be able to scream if you strangle him?” you asked. You remembered, when you were playing with your cousins, some would play a little too hard and would “strangle” you. You would just scream so your mother would come and scold your cousins.

“ Oh trust me dear, if you do it right, you can’t scream for help.”

“ How do you know?” 

“ Well, I tried to scream for my mother one day.” he smiled at you and you felt angrier than you were minutes ago. His bastard father had strangled Alastor when he was a kid. What a demon! He really didn’t deserve to be alive! “ I have so many ideas!”

“ You know, If you really happened to kill him, I wouldn’t tell a soul… In fact.. If you need me at that moment.. I promise, I’ll be there.” you said sure of yourself. You did not know if you could handle everything but you’ll be by Alastor’s side from the beginning. You didn’t know if you could kill… It was a thought too far from your morals but helping Alastor if he happened to be injured or something else… That, you would do it.

“ Oh dear.. Don’t tell me that, you’re going to make me say things I’m not ready to tell yet.” he sighed dreamily as he tilted his head backwards. Now, that made you curious. What could Alastor be hiding, he just told you he planned to murder his father, what more could you be hiding ? You smiled as you nipped his neck, making him shiver.

“ Like what? Tell me. Tell me!” you smiled as you kept kissing him on his jaws, his cheeks and his nose. “ Come on now, you just told me you wanted to kill your father, what more can’t you tell me ?” you whined before settling against him once more. You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat. It was fast…

“ Fine… Dearest, once I have killed my father,” you hummed while he took your hand in his. “ Would you marry me?”

…

Oh Lord.

You sat up, staring at him.  He was looking at you, kissing the back of your hand. You were shaking, did he .. did he..?

“ I won’t lie, I still don’t know what Love is about. I just know that I want you to be by my side, I don’t think I could remain sane if I were to see your attention shifting to someone else. Just like Narcissus with his own reflection, I can’t get enough of you and yet I feel so fulfilled when you are by my side. I’m… I think I may be obsessed with you. You are the person who brought my human heart to life, how odd. I know it’s not the love you read about or you wish for.. I don’t even know if this is love. But this is what I feel for you, and I don’t think I’ll be able to feel it for anyone else, heck, I don’t want to feel it for anyone else…I want you caged with me. I want you to think about me just like I’m always thinking about you.” he stared at you, waiting for your answer, caressing your trembling hand. His eyes were shaking but he kept his gaze on you, observing your reactions. “ Would you accept my mad affection?”

You were shaken. You were with Alastor, almost naked, sitting on his pelvis with a blanket around you and a snowstorm outside.You felt hot. So hot. Alastor wanted to marry you. He wanted you to be his wife? It felt like everything clicked in your brain. Each time you were running after him, each time you wanted to make him like you, each time you wanted him to see you as a lady, each time you asked him to let you enter into his mind, each time you felt anger when a woman would come close to him, each time you wanted him to watch you and only you.

You were madly in love and obsessed with Alastor.

You read so many love novels… The prince never asked the princess to marry after telling her he was going to kill his father. The prince never asked the princess to think about him only. Their love was pure, not tainted by obsession, not tainted by the immense need to be by their lover’s side… Their love was not like what was happening right now.

And yet you couldn’t be happier.

You smiled at him, your vision blurry because of the tears blinding your eyes.

“ Alastor.. I may be just a foolish sixteen year old girl. Maybe your obsession will pass when you see I have nothing to offer you but trust me, my affection for you has been present since the day I laid my eyes on you.” you felt him squeeze your hand harder as you continued your confession.” We are both young, so maybe you’ll change your mind. You’ll find a proper woman but I know that you are the only man I wish for in my life. The only man I wish I would marry…” you sobbed as you squeezed his hand back as he stared at you with clear obsession in his eyes. He leaned toward you, whispering against your lips.

“ Say it.. Say it..” he begged.

“ Yes, Alastor, I will marry you.”

He kissed you with a big smile you couldn’t help but imitate. He hugged you against him so hard you felt pain in your chest but you didn't care. You squeezed him as hard as you could, you’ve never felt happier.

“I feel like this is too good to be true…” you heard him say against your skin. You couldn’t help but laugh while wiping your eyes. You leaned back as you took both of his hands in yours.

“ It’s true.. I feel like.. Once we leave this place, everything would be a faraway dream.” you sighed with a soft smile. You felt like you were dreaming right now…

“ I.. May have an idea for that.” he smirked at you as you tilted your head, confused. “ I find myself being interested in voodoo.” he held his hand in front of your mouth as you gasped. “ No worry darling, voodoo is not a barbaric religion. It’s in my blood, I found books about it and where it came from. And, there are some rituals that can bind souls together… Would you like to try it?”

“ For real?” you said, astonished. From what you heard, voodoo was a banned religion because it was witchcraft which came from black people. You didn’t really find yourself into religion, men killed for religion no matter which one. But if voodoo was something Alastor’s looked into and was coming from his ancestors, that could be interesting.

“ Yes indeedy. They wrote it as a curse though but…” you peck his nose before he could continue.

“ Yes, I want to.” you smiled. “ How do we do it?”

“ I don’t have the book with me right now. But it’s very specific.. I’ll need some of your blood.” he said carefully but soon his expression turned to surprise as you ran toward the kitchen and gave back with a knife. “ Well, aren’t you in a hurry to be bound to me body and soul?” he said with a teasing smile.

“ Oh, you are right, we can wait.” you said and smiled delightedly when you saw his expression twitched. You knew that Alastor would be the less patient of the both of you for this kind of thing, for you, which was surprising, he was known to be patient, very patient. “ Here I was, ready to make my ring finger bleed.” you shook your head with a saddened expression. “ How foolish…”

“ Dear…”

“ Seems like I’m in no hurry to become your wife!” you squeaked as Alastor tugged you against his chest with a smile so big it almost looked like inhuman.

“ Dearest, don’t play with me. Not with that.” he gently took the knife from your hand. “ No need for this. If you accepted, I could cut you.” he looked at you, seeming unsure. You tilted your head, cutting yourself seemed scary indeed.

“ It’s going to hurt, right..?” you asked softly.  You watched as he played smoothly  with the knife in his hand. You wished you knew how to do it…

“ I’ll try to make it so you don’t feel anything.” 

“ No. I want to feel it. I want to feel this moment.” you said sure of yourself.  Tonight would mark the first step of becoming Alastor’s wife, body and soul. You would be damned together or go to heaven together, there were no in between. You saw Alastor’s smile widened, it seemed like he was sharing the same feeling as you about this situation.

You looked as he sunk softly the knife’s edge into your skin. You shivered as you bit your lips, you were feeling no pain. You remembered in your romance books, normally the woman would be crying as the prince would pass the ring on her fingers. And yet, here you were, letting Alastor cut your skin and enjoying it. 

He took a napkin from the table and held it against your bleeding finger. 

“ Are you okay?” he asked, observing your reaction once more. You nodded, you don’t think you could feel even better ! He put the napkin on this table with a satisfied smile before you pinned him on the sofa, hugging him against you.

“ I’m the happiest girl in the whole world !” you shouted before leaving the sofa, leaving there a confused smiling Alastor, and you jumped everywhere. You couldn’t wait to tell your mother, your father, Alice ! You squealed in delight as you jumped around under Alastor’s soft gaze.

“ You gave me the best birthday’s present.” he said as he stood up. You grinned at him, his birthday was tomorrow, you needed to prepare the food. Even if you knew nobody would be coming, it was for the better!

You took Marie’s recipes’s book, still with the blankets around you.

“ Let your future wife cook for you!” you smiled confidently.

Alastor let you in the kitchen for 15 minutes before running back because he smelt fire. You just smiled sweetly at him with a burned stove. Alastor sighed with a tender smile before helping you cook. You wanted to try to cook something spicy, that’s why you had asked Alice to bring hot pepper for his birthday.

“ Do you think you could eat one and handle it ?” you teased him. He just looked at you and ate a whole pepper without flinching. You stared at him in shock. He winked at you before giving you a hot pepper with a mocking smile.

“ Could you handle it?”

You scoffed and took the hot pepper in your hands.  If Alastor did it, you could do it! You took the whole hot pepper in your mouth and swallowed it. You waited a little then laughed at Alastor.

“ I had worse at my– Oh my god..” you stopped every movement as your felt pure fire began to grow inside of you. You felt tears streaming down your face as you coughed, holding on Alastor’s arms as he was laughing so hard you could see tears on the side of his eyes. “ Alastor, help me!” you tried to fan your tongue, jumping around as Alastor held himself against the wall, crying of laughter.

“ Haha! Dear, drink milk ! milk!” he laughed as he pointed to the fridge. You ran toward it and slammed its door open. Did you even have milk? Yes! You took the bottle and drank messily the milk until the bottle was half full. “ Oh dear… Would you like a kiss after this horrible experiment?” he smiled as he walked toward you, but as he leaned closer to your face you almost could feel the hot pepper still on his lips.

You ran away, screaming at him. You didn’t want to feel this pain anymore! You were screaming as Alastor ran behind you, his laughter echoing in the little cottage.You couldn’t help but smile, if this scene would represent your future with Alastor, you would love it!

After your battle, easily won by Alastor’s lips against yours, you went back to cooking. Alastor was showing you how to cook and you took notes. It seemed so easy from his movement. You were almost jealous but then you began to smile as you remembered that you would see this scene every day in the future.

“ You have such a big smile dear, does watching me cooking bring you such pleasure?” he asked teasingly. You stuck your tongue at him, you knew he was happier than he let on. His smile was more genuine and his body was more relaxed than you've ever seen him. 

After an hour you went back to the living room, near the fire and ate Alastor’s cooking. You called your mothers to reassure them that everything was good and you were safe. You gossiped, played a few games, like poker and Alastor was way too good about it , you would just throw a pillow at him each time he would wink at you, meaning he knew he had won. You took a nap against Alastor’s chest and when you woke up it was almost midnight. You stood up from his chest and were surprised to see Alastor asleep. Maybe being away from everything, with you had made him relaxed enough that his body could sleep? You smiled and went to the kitchen and took a cake out of the fridge. You tried to make a coffee cake two days ago, you hoped it was still good… You put the candle on the cake and lit them up before walking toward the living room. 

You saw an awaken Alastor turning his head toward you as you sat in front of him on your knees, with a soft smile and whispered in the quiet room.

“ Happy birthday, Alastor”

~~~

“ Happy birthday Alastor!” you all cheered and brough your glasses together. You were in a bar with jazz playing, celebrating the new year and Alastor’s 23th birthday. Alice was there, with some of Alastor’s friends, you didn’t really remember all of their names but one, Mimzy. It was a name you never heard of so it stuck with you.

Alastor has become a real man. He was taller than most people, his frame was deceivingly slim, his smile was as broad as ever, his hair were a little longer than when he was younger and as always , he had his glasses on. He was grinning as everyone congratulated him for his birthday. You looked at Alice with a soft smile.

Alice had changed too. Long gone was the sweet innocent looking girl, she was now a beautiful woman who was confident in any way. She had cut her long hair, now they ended toward her shoulder. She looked at you and winked.

“ Another shot?”

You laughed and nodded but Alastor stood up.

“ My dear friend, what a day to celebrate the new year and myself. I have happy news to share.” all of you looked at Alastor, waiting for him to tell you his news. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes with a smile, he was such an attention seeker. “ My voice is going to keep you company most of the day as I have been hired in a radio station.” he said with a proud smirk, his eyes never leaving yours. You shouted of pure happiness, standing up so abruptly the chair fell down behind you. You clapped just like the rest of the people around the table.

“ I knew you would do it, sweetie!” said Mizmy, giving him a side hug.

“ I'm paying for another round of shots!” you exclaimed with a big smile. You didn't even wait for everyone to tell you what they wanted. You were already going toward the barman. You were really walking straight but who cared, everyone here was busted. 

“ Heya doll, whatcha want?”

“ Give me your strongest.” you said while pointing to your table. He nodded and you went back to your table who were still praising Alastor. You sat back down next to Alice.

“ Hearing Alastor’s voice all day? Ugh, I’ll have to endure it.” she said with an amused expression. You laughed, Alastor and Alice always say they didn’t like each other but when it was for you, they would team up. 

“ I can’t wait to hear his voice on the radio. You don’t understand, we’ve been waiting for it since childhood!” you said with a nostalgic smile. You remembered your sleepover and your childish broadcast… Aah, how time flies. You smiled as the waitress put the shots on the table with a whole bottle of whiskey. 

“ Order from the house.” she said flirty before leaving. You all took one shot and drank it. You try not to grimace, this one was really strong. You laughed as you saw Alice’s head fall against the table.

“ Oh, this one was a bitch.” 

“ You need more training, love.” you heard Mimzy say to Alice as she tapped her back. You looked at Alastor who didn’t even flinch. He was talking with one of his friends but you knew better… Those friends must be useful in some way. Your expression lifted up as you heard a song you wanted to dance to. You moved Alastor’s friend out of your way and dragged him on the dancefloor. You laughed as he began to spinned you.

“ Are you sure you can handle me in that state, love?” he taunted you as he spinned you back against his broad chest. You winked at him, you may be more than tipsy but you weren’t drunk yet. You could handle him. You began to dance with Alastor, quickly being the center of all attention. You knew every step by heart, Alastor could throw you in the air you would just close your eyes and wait for him to catch once again.

After a lot of dances, you went back to your table as Alastor danced with Mimzy. You sat next to Alice, making air with your hand. So hot.

“ I won’t lie, there is so much tension between you I don’t know how you don’t just.. jump each other when you both are alone.” Alice said before drinking a glass of whiskey.

You laughed, smacking her arms. There have been moments where Alastor and you would make out so intensely you would get ready to give him your virginity but he always said to be patient and wait for your future wedding night even if it was killing you both. You respected his decision, you would wait for your wedding. The only person who knew what had happened in the cottage, the only one who knew about your promise, for Alastor 17th birthday was Alice, who almost broke every damn mirror with her screams.

“ What? Look at you ! You’re like.. ethereal ! And I’m the one saying that.” she said before slipping her hair to one side of her shoulder. You grinned, you did grow up well. Your mother was so proud of you and even your father. When your father had returned from war he was badly injured so you took upon yourself to be his personal nurse. You weren’t a perfect nurse but you knew how to clean wounds, do stitches, you weren’t disgusted by the sight of blood anymore. And to top it all off, you were used to seeing Alastor bring back dead animals from his hunt now. You weren’t the fragile little girl anymore. Something your parents would missed sometimes, but from your friends point of view and even Alastor’s, you could still be endearingly naive.

“ And what about you Alice? The jewel of New Orleans? No one fancied yet?” you smirked before taking a glass of whiskey. Alice had, as always, so many people who threw themselves to her feet but she didn’t care. 

“ No, which is infuriating , look at me ! Poor little me being single!” she groaned as you laughed before hugging her. You knew Alice would find someone, she deserved it!

You kept celebrating until 3 am before you knew it was time for you to go. You were tired and you knew you would have to take care of your father if needed. He was doing well but he couldn’t stay still so he went to work with the police. What a stubborn man. You kissed Alice on her cheek and smiled when you felt a warm hand on your back.

“ Ready to go, dearest?” Alastor smiled at you, he already had his jacket on his arm. You nodded and said your goodbye before leaving the bar. You were staring at Alastor’s handsome punchable face. He looked down at you with a teasing grin. “ Yes ?”

“ Nothing.. I’m just admiring your face.”

“ Oh, please, do continue.” he chuckled as he walked you to your home. In front of your door you hugged him as he kissed your forehead. You began to turn away from him, ready to catch some sleep but he took your hands.

“ I say I had good news right?”

“ Yes, you are now a radio host.” you smiled before giving him a peck on his lips. “ I’m so proud of you. We’ve been waiting for this, haven't we?”

“ We have, indeedy, dearest. But I have some other news, for both of us.” He took your hand toward his mouth and kissed the back of it, staring into your soul.

“ My father is coming back.”

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luxe, hear this anon out. rin with a crybaby type of reader who cries when they feel too good. just imagine him unlocking the fact realizing that he gets turned on by their crying when they're sputtering and choking on his cock <33

apologies if im a bit deranged about this

- jellyfish anon

okay I cannot express how sexy this request is. I NEED him in a way that undoes centuries worth of feminism I fear :( also apologies I'm not that best at writing BJs but I hope u like! (slightly inspired by scream vi)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, praise, slut used once, alcohol mention, reader has long hair/hair long enough to do a makeshift ponytail ♡

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“You shou— talk to ‘im—” your friend slurs, giggling as you help her sit down on your couch. You laugh a little as she falls from your grip and spreads out comfortably on the sofa beneath her. “Look, he’s looking!” she yells a little too loudly and points.

You shush her, carefully moving her hand to her lap before looking to where she had been pointing. Your neighbour had been looking from his window into yours for a little bit, smirking a little when he finally notices you looking back. He’s doing dishes in the sink, and it gives you the idea to get your friend some water.

“He’s been giving you fuck me eyes f-for weeks! Every time I come over he’s always—”

“Maybe you shouldn’t point and make it so obvious, babe.” you laugh, handing a glass full of water to her. “He’s just being friendly. Besides, I’m not really ready to date or anything yet. I’m just having fun hanging out with my bestie.” you tease her, nudging her with your elbow.

She pouts, eyes filling with water before she hugs you. She’s always been an emotional drunk, and soon enough she’s confessing how much she adores you and what a perfect best friend you are.

“Do you have any snacks? Wan’ some chocolate.” she tells you. You shake your head. “Ugh. Ooooh! You should go ask hot guy if he has any!” she suggests, kicking her feet and giggling all the while.

You look elsewhere. In the direction of hot guy. But he’s not at the window anymore. He’s probably in bed, it is pretty late. You hadn’t expected to be getting home after midnight from your cousins wedding given that you aren’t really that close. But bringing your best friend as a plus one extended the time you spent there.

There was an open bar.

“I’ll go to the store. What kind of chocolate do you want?” you ask.

“Surprise me.” she smiles. “Thaaaaank youuuuuu~!” she speaks in a sing-song voice.

“Don’t burn my apartment down while I’m gone.” you warn her, pretending to scowl at her before you laugh at yourself. She nods, eyes fluttering closed as her body sinks further and further into the couch.

You grab your keys and head out of the front door. If you were smart, you would have ordered dessert. There’s no way you should be leaving the safety of your apartment so late and stepping out into the city. But it’s just around the corner, that’s what you’re telling yourself. Nothing bad can happen to you if you just hurry.

As you reach the bottom floor, you recognise the man standing by the mailboxes near the entrance to your apartment building. He hasn’t noticed you, though, and why would he? He’s occupied sifting through the letters in his hands. You take a shallow breath, mentally preparing yourself for the dangers of going outside.

He raises his head as he smells your perfume when you walk by.

You gasp, feeling his hand dig into the flesh of your upper arm before he pulls you closer to him. It’s hard to even figure out what your thoughts are as you feel your back connect with rows of metal mailboxes. And before you can greet him, his lips are on yours.

You smile into the kiss, a hand cups your face as he presses his body a little harder into yours. He smiles back when he hears a soft little moan escape you at the feeling of being trapped against him. A sound from a higher floor frightens you, you turn your head and move away from him.

“Sorry, I thought my friend might be—”

“Hey,” he grabs your wrist and makes you face him. “You’re too ashamed being seen with me?” he smiles a little, teasing you. You smile back, shaking your head in protest.

“No it’s not that!” you tell him. “I better get going, though. She’s drunk and wants some chocolate.”

“You’re not going out on your own.” he speaks. It’s commanding, his voice filled with care and concern and it makes you weak at the knees. “Do you know that you can order snacks?”

“Uh, no, I've never heard of that.” you roll your eyes and speak sarcastically, earning a laugh from him.

“Maybe you should come upstairs with me, and I’ll show you how to do it.” he tells you, approaching you again. Your voice gets trapped in your throat as he looks down at you, and you find yourself nodding before even thinking about your answer. He smiles, though, kissing you deeply at your response. A sweet sort of praise for delivering an answer he’s happy to hear.

He takes your hand, guiding you up to his apartment.

“Done.” he smiles, putting his phone down on the counter. “I ordered pizza and your friend’s chocolate.”

“Perfect, thank you, Rin.” you thank him, “It’ll probably be a while… what shall we do in the meantime?”

“You know…” he starts, closing the gap between you. “I’ve really missed you all day.”

“Yeah? Ah—!” your voice gets caught in your throat as you feel him pick you up with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carries you. You’ve missed him, too. You’ve never put a label on whatever this is. But as far as you’re concerned, it’s just fun. It’s easy. And it’s good.

He is good.

He sits on the couch with you straddling him. A little groan leaves his lips as yours stray to kiss down the column of his neck. His hips roll up, the outline of his cock rubs into your wanting core. His eyes are glued to you as your kisses descend his body, and he curses himself for not throwing away his sweater before picking you up.

It doesn’t matter though, not when you’re resting between his knees with your hands pawing at his cock. Your eyes are full, wanton whimpers filling every breath you take as you do all you can to quickly undo his belt.

“Can I give you head, baby?” you ask, helping remove his cock from the confines of his jeans. He nods, eagerly, his fingers stroking your scalp through your hair as encouragement.

You’re salivating when his dick is revealed in all of its perfect glory. Flushed pink and pretty and throbbing with lust. An unyielding desire to feel your mouth around it. You lick at the oozing pearlescent pre gathering at his slit. The moan he emits at the feeling rushes straight to your cunt. Your hand flies under your dress and beneath your sopping panties, Rin’s cheeks fill with a pink tint at the sight. He hadn’t expected you to touch yourself, his ego climbs heights he hadn’t thought possible at your overzealous act.

“Baby, please… please suck my cock.” he begs. You nod, mewling as you sink your mouth entirely onto him. “F-uck. Good girl, such a good girl.” he groans. You feel his hand cup your face, angling your vision so that your watery eyes are focused on him. He sees the pleasure building in you as you stare back at him.

Your little fingers aren’t enough to satiate the burning need pulsating at your core. But seeing Rin’s facial expressions are more than enough to keep you motivated. You want to make him proud. You want to make him cum. You take his cock entirely down your throat, and pride fills your body when he throws his head back.

He looks down at you, and he bites at his lower lip as you suck and choke around his length, tears spilling over your lash line as you take him more and more.

“Fuck, baby, you like this?” he asks, and you nod without hesitation. He thrusts his hips and fucks into your face until you’re choking on him. His hand grips into your hair and forms a makeshift ponytail as he continues to pound into your mouth like you’re his own personal fuck toy. He pulls you away reluctantly, giving you a chance to breathe. Though that isn’t why he did it. He wants to hear how good you feel. He wants to study the tears welling at your eyes. “You’re such a cute slut for me… cryin’ for my cock? Fucking adorable.” he grins.

You sob, unable to stop yourself. You rest your hands on his thighs as you sniffle, allowing him the time to really enjoy how pathetic and desperate you are.

“Love making you feel good…” you speak, shyly. “I—”

You don’t get the chance to speak anymore when he forces you back down on his cock. His eyes are heavy and filled with lust as he carries on rutting his hips into your face. You can’t stop yourself from twirling your fingers through his dark pubes. It’s the only thing keeping you grounded in reality as the feeling of his cock entirely takes over every synapse in your brain.

It’s unrelenting. He can’t stop himself as the tears continue to fall. Fat tears rolling without end down your hollowed cheeks. He batters his length into your drooling mouth, a mixture of spit and pre rolling down your chin and coating his balls as he repeatedly slams himself in and out. His thick length clogs your airways with each thrust. He can’t believe the pretty, lewd noises leaving you as you do your best to take him. The sputtering doesn’t cease, and knowing he’s so big that you can’t help but gag is making him mad with lust.

He holds your head with both of his large hands, keeping you in place as he fucks his length down your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, baby. Take it, ‘m cumming.” he warns you, a loud grunt following as ropes of tangy white cream spurt down your throat before you can barely get a taste. You show him your empty mouth, and he kisses your forehead in response. You hear your phone buzz, your head turning to acknowledge the sound. But he pulls you back, lifting you onto his lap before standing up with you in his hold. “I got carried away.” he kisses your lips.

“No it’s okay, I had fun.” you smile, kissing him back.

“You make me fucking crazy. Crying like that, over my cock? You’re so sweet.” he tells you, kissing you again. “Have you always been such a cry baby? I like it, a lot.” he whispers before kissing lovingly along your neck. You roll your eyes, kissing him and giggling against his lips. Before you can answer you hear your phone buzz again,

“Sorry, I should check that.” you tell him. He sets you down and tucks his cock back into his underwear and jeans. You smile when you feel him hug you from behind, kissing him before checking your texts.

Bestie 💖: are u still at the shop? hot boy has a gf :( i can see him getting a blowy through the window Bestie 💖: ugh they look so cute i hate her, i rly thought he liked you!!

Your blood runs cold as you feel the vibration of another text coming through. Rin smiles, tucking his head into your neck to offer a calming kiss while you read your texts together.

Bestie 💖: OH MY GOD YOU BITCH! IT’S YOU! YOU FUCKING BITCH!

You reluctantly look up, and Rin does the same. You see your best friend standing by the window with a shocked expression on her face. She holds her phone up and takes quick picture as you and Rin wave at her through the window. You look down to see a notification from her, the picture is now available for your whole Snapchat group chat to see.

“I gotta remember to close my blinds at night.” he laughs.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[wwouldvecouldveshouldve]

confession time!

okay can i tell you how much i adored this request? <33

[ ft. sigma, atsushi, twain, chuuya ]

Sigma... was panicked, to say the least. What if you say no, what if it wasn't perfect like he meant it to be, what if he stumbled over his lines, what if he didn't brush his hair enough this morning (impossible), what if his shirt was ugly (also impossible, he looks gorgeous always)? He's acted this since your first few meetings, but it took some time before the thought came to his mind that he was in love. He didn't even know when or how he could confess! This was an ordeal that, to Sigma, required extraordinary amounts of planning. Every detail had to be perfect, it if wasn't, what if you said no? The thought of confessing, let alone the thought of you, was enough to make his head spin. Sigma hardly even needed a confession, he already trailed after you in his free time like a dog, and always bought you the most expensive things. If that wasn't enough to show how he was head over heels, he went red in the face every other conversation. Needless to say, when he knocks on your door with the cheesiest confession and a bouquet of your favorite flower (no matter how rare), you kiss him.

[ sigma is precious, please cherish him ]

Twain has always been confident. Flirting with you, always acting laid back. Key word: acting. He's had to act calm since the moment he saw the way your eyes shine and he couldn't stop the scarlet from spreading to his cheeks. This man was dying inside. He was not calm, not when you were smiling at him like that. When he finally got the balls to confess, he finally fully buttoned that damns shirt (highly unusual, you were shocked you could make such a thing happen) and shoved his pride up his ass for a minute. He didn't even have it in him to ask someone for advice. He showed off what he could do, and then when you looked to be in enough awe, he tried his best to express his feelings and keep a straight face (no, he did not keep a straight face).

[ you can probably see that i adore bullying this man ]

It was obvious to everyone from the very beginning. He was a young boy who was starting to figure things out in life, and a gorgeous, considerate person like you would obviously attract someone like him. So he followed you around, always offering his aid, time, money, and whatever else you could need. You always made him feel appreciated and seen, what's wrong with returning the favour? Dazai attempted to give him advice on it, but it was really just the entire rest of the agency picking on him. You could see from a mile away how he stuttered, flushed, and stammered when he talked or looked your way. You knew he probably couldn't get the words out of his mouth, so you asked him if you could take a walk on evening and said everything there. He was still speechless, but at least it was said. (He also cried quite a bit, so you tried to buy him ice cream but he finally got the courage to say he'd pay for both of yours <33)

[ you can probably tell by length how much i adore this precious boy ]

Dazai immediately noticed the way Chuuya felt about you. It took a little while for Chuuya to fall for you, however, but once you two were close, it didn't take much for Chuuya to start feeling more than just platonic things. In short, there wasn't one moment when Chuuya realised he loved you, just a piling up of affection. Chuuya tried to show how he felt in any way except for telling you, solely because he believes actions speak more than words. He wouldn't necessarily be stumbling over his sentences, but he'd probably be busy buying you that expensive first edition poetry book (please say you caught that). Chuuya knew that Dazai knew, and whatever "advice" Dazai gave was nothing that Chuuya would actually trust. Chuuya was actually pretty confident he could make you smitten too- he's pulled plenty, trust me. He knocks on your door one night and asks if you'd like to go try out some restaurant (I shouldn't say some restaurant, it's an expensive one that you mentioned wanting to try sometime). He makes the confession on the spot- it's more honest and meaningful that way, he hopes. You accept, and make out later soon after.

AAAA I loved this prompt, I love writing lovestruck and lovesick people. Also Atsushi and Sigma are precious, not in a way that they're clueless or can't handle themselves; they're just perfect. As always, requests are always welcome, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. Have a wonderful day/night! Love you all <33

[wayfayrr]

Hello! If I may, I’d like to make a request.

When I was little (between 4 and 8), my brother and I played Ocarina of Time constantly. It was our go-to game when hanging out. We replayed it and found all secrets and stuff. I was wondering if you could do a platonic self aware OOT!Link one shot? One where Link considers the player to be like a sibling to him since they grew up together in a way?

Thank you so much! I really enjoy your work ❤️

you're very welcome anon! this was such a sweet request to write!! I went with the post timeskip link for this seeing as I've already written one for Majora's mask link and I thought it would be more interesting to have that difference between the two pieces <3 I hope you'll enjoy this

[masterlist]

“Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask for a while… do you still have that old copy of Ocarina of time we used to play together? I’ve been kinda wanting to replay it. It’s a bit of a pain to get a new one or an emulator though so…”

“Uh? I think so, I can check in my attic later and drop it around your place tomorrow if I can?”

“That sounds perfect, thanks for the favour man.”

That was a fairly productive phone call, now I hopefully won’t have to mess about with an emulator or shell out for the subscription to play it again. Seeing as Nintendo doesn’t want to make their old catalogue accessible. All I need to do on my end is to wait and possibly google how to set up an N64 in the meantime.

Turns out that we did still have the old thing, and that it isn’t all that hard to set up either so it’s not like it takes too long for me to hear the calmingly melancholic tones of the game’s opening theme. Our old save file is still there too, although some of the stats on the file seem to have gotten a little bit corrupted because I’m convinced we completed it fully. Although it’s been what like 10 years or more since I would’ve last played, it makes sense that I might just be misremembering things. No harm in seeing where we left off though is there?

Well even though the file says otherwise, looking through Link’s inventory really wants to disprove that - there’s something with the same sprite as Zelda’s letter where it should just be an empty slot. It’s not got a name, if I hover over it it simply brings up a missing value error and the button prompt me to read it. It’s not like there’s any issue if I did open it, it’s an old save file so even if it does corrupt I won’t lose anything. 

Nothing happened, just a fade to blank before it glitched out and the inventory screen popped back up so that I could close it and have a look around…

How did Link turn around as I was paused in the inventory and how did his face get so close to the screen?

“[Name]? I knew you’d be back at some point! I knew you wouldn’t just leave your older brother for good… you wouldn’t would you?”

“...How do you know my name..?”

I know that Ai has gotten incredibly good recently but this is an N64, an unmodded one at that, so whatever the hell is happening right now can’t be due to that. This feels like it could be the start to a creepypasta though with everything going on right now - is this like a real life ben drowned - no it can’t be, he’d be crying blood if it were the case and he wouldn’t be as friendly either. 

“Because you told me it all those years ago when you first played through the game? You always spoke to me like I was a real person, like you saw me as your older brother, so it’s only natural that I started to see you like a little sibling right? Then when you disappeared I got so worried, It’s been so long but you’ve gotten so much older! Did you pull the mastersword yourself, because this much time can’t have really passed can it?... Can it?”

He looks almost like he’s about to cry, I should be caref- why am I so worried about hurting the feelings of a fictional character? Is it cause he sees me like a sibling, a younger one; because he knows me from when I was younger; or because he seems so attached to me already? Maybe I should just… turn it off so I don’t have to deal with it.

“I don’t remember how long it’s been, a good few years at least, Since I’ve played it. I wasn’t exactly planning to-”

“Is that what you used to control me!? I’ve never been able to get a good look at it before. Would you mind bringing it closer?”

“...Yeah I can bring it closer.”

The way he interrupted me was so so sad, he’s forcing himself to be cheery when he looks like he’s about to break down, like how an older brother would act. He really sees himself as my older brother doesn’t he? I have to admit that the way he’s leaning against the screen like an excited kid is also pretty cute I won’t lie to myself, if it weren’t for how insane the situation is I don’t think I’d mind him being my younger brother. He’s younger than me now anyway so that makes far more sense. 

Is the screen cracking beneath him? 

It’s definitely cracking under his weight, there are seconds left before it shatters.

“It’s so simple and yet it was the reason that you were able to-”

Glass can only last so long. And now he’s out, lying on my floor in a shocked heap with glass shards surrounding and covering him. After a couple of seconds of neither of us knowing what to do, we both snap into action at the same time, while I try to help him up and check for any serious wounds… he’s just laughing with the widest goofiest smile on his face, grabbing at my arms like I’m nothing but a wisp of a dream. 

“I - wow I - I could never have imagined that I could - that this - that this was even an option for me…”

“But I can be your brother in person now can’t I?”

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 7 - Choke hold

Shouta doesn’t know why he’s still doing this. It’s been years at this point and even though he claims often enough that he’s not a masochist, he must be, deep down, because there is no other explanation for why he always ends up at Hizashi’s place right before he goes out for one of his public appearance thingies.

Shouta doesn’t show up to those, never. He’s not invited to any of these things, because it’s his goddamn job to not be in the spotlight as a hero and it’s not as if he has any fashion or make-up advice to impart to Hizashi, so he shouldn’t be at his place right before one of them, either.

Hizashi likes to pretend otherwise, though, always showing off possible outfits he could wear, but Shouta knows that the decision has been made long before he arrives because most of the time Hizashi and his dates match.

And Shouta really doesn’t want to think about that.

He huffs out a harsh breath before he lets himself into Hizashi’s apartment and is immediately met with a flurry of activity, even though Hizashi is alone at home.

“Shou, you made it!” he calls out as he rushes past him, doing god-knows-what and Shouta rolls his eyes.

“I always make it,” he mutters under his breath and he wonders why he can’t stop.

He already sees Hizashi every day at work, and then on joint missions and also in his private time because they are best friends, so there really shouldn’t be a need for him to be here right before one of Present Mic’s public appearances as well.

There’s no need for him to be here and yet he is, simply because Hizashi asks. He always asks, without fail, and Shouta never manages to tell him no.

“You decided on an outfit yet?” Shouta asks as he follows Hizashi deeper into the apartment, taking in the mess all around, because Hizashi is by no means a neat or organised person, which is surprising considering he somehow manages three jobs at once.

Hizashi’s only answer is a considering hum, which tells Shouta that yes, he has decided on an outfit—or an outfit has been decided on for him—and no, he’s not going to admit that and instead submit Shouta to at least half an hour of fashion show for—whatever reasons.

Shouta never understands why Hizashi feels the need to torture him so, but it’s probably because Shouta fucked up big time in his last life or something like that.

It’s the only thing that makes sense for this hell he finds himself in.

“You’re so messy,” Shouta grumbles under his breath as he puts some pillows back on the couch, folds up a shirt that is haphazardly thrown over the couch and when his way leads him past the kitchen, he quickly puts a few glasses and a plate in the sink as well.

“Stop being such a good housewife and come help me decide on a shirt,” Hizashi calls out from his bedroom without even sticking his head out to check what Shouta is doing and that, too, is maybe a part of their routine by now.

It’s been years, after all.

“Not a housewife,” Shouta says, almost on reflex and he vehemently denies how Hizashi’s following cackle makes warmth unfurl in his chest.

He has gotten good at hiding all outward signs of the love he holds for Hizashi, so none of that warmth shows on his face when he finally steps into the bedroom, only to briefly fear that he stepped into a warzone.

It’s worse than it usually is and that alone makes Shouta frown.

“Everything okay?” he asks, because Hizashi only gets this purposefully messy when he’s upset about something and when Hizashi turns around to him with his perfect Present Mic smile plastered on his face, Shouta knows that something definitely is wrong.

“Now why would you think that something wasn’t okay?” he sing-songs, shuffling in front of his closet as if nothing at all was wrong, but of course Shouta knows better.

He has known Hizashi for years, he can look straight through all of his bullshit.

“Because you’re like—” he gestures at the entirety of Hizashi and tries his best to not let his eyes linger on his exposed chest—“this.” He finishes almost awkwardly, but Hizashi deflates where he stands and then looks downright murderous for a second, before he gets himself back under control.

“My—date for the evening is someone I told my manager to not say yes to,” he finally admits and Shouta doesn’t flinch at the word date even though he wants to.

“Then cancel,” Shouta immediately says, because it’s just that easy, but Hizashi simply gives him a look.

“I can’t cancel, tonight is a charity event.”

“So? There will be enough high-ranking heroes around then, let them do the work for once,” Shouta simply shrugs, because he doesn’t understand how Present Mic has still not managed to make it into the Top Forty, but is being asked to come to every big event there is, simply because his presence gives it that much more credibility.

Something there is definitely wrong and Shouta will forever hold a grudge.

Present Mic should be Top Ten at least.

“It’s for orphans, Shou,” Hizashi sighs out and Shouta knows that there’s no way he won’t go.

Not when this is a little too personal for him.

“Then tell your manager to get rid of your date,” he suggests next and Hizashi huffs.

“Can’t do that either, they promised to pay a hefty sum if they are allowed to go with me, and for all that I really don’t want to, it’s for a good cause.”

Shouta bites his tongue instead of saying what’s on his mind, because Hizashi hates it when he says that his feelings matter too, that he should take care of himself as well, but going by the look Hizashi knows anyway.

“Shirts, then?” Shouta says after a moment of silence, hoping to dispel the almost awkward atmosphere in the room and thankfully Hizashi follows his lead because he immediately holds up two different ones.

Shouta pushes some clothes to the side so he can sit on the bed and then he subjects himself to their usual spiel.

He somehow manages to survive until Hizashi checks his watch and lets out an unhappy sigh.

“Time for me to go,” he mutters and Shouta fights the urge to reach out for him and tell him to stay.

Hizashi is not going to, he knows that, and it’ll only make things awkward again so he simply nods and leads Hizashi to the door.

“Phone, keys, something for your throat in case things go sideways?” Shouta asks, routinely by now, and Hizashi nods for every point.

His manager will have his directional speaker, because the bulky support item usually doesn’t pair well with whatever suit Hizashi is wearing and his dates have expressed displeasure about that in the past.

“Good, then have a good—” Shouta starts but he’s interrupted when Hizashi pulls him into his arms and hugs him tight for a moment, releasing him before Shouta can get his bearings and do anything, like hugging him back for example.

“Thanks for being here tonight,” Hizashi mutters and then he’s out of the door before Shouta even manages to open his mouth.

Fuck, Hizashi must really hate his date for the night, Shouta thinks and then tries very hard not to think about all the people Hizashi has taken out on these things before, because that way lies madness, though he is kind of grateful for the fact that none of the dates ever pick Hizashi up at his home, so Shouta never has to see them in the flesh, only in pictures and news clippings afterwards.

His manager always makes sure to pick well-known celebrities; actors, models, musicians, sometimes even fellow pro heroes and Shouta hates them all with a passion, especially so because he could never measure up to any of them.

He might be a good hero, reliable in what he does, and he might even be a good teacher and friend, but he’s definitely not beautiful enough to be taken to these kinds of things and Shouta knows it. Hell, Hizashi himself does not get tired to remind Shouta all the time that he looks like a tired, homeless hobo and pining helplessly after one of the most radiant heroes out there is not helping him any.

Shouta knows that everyone looks beautiful on Hizashi’s arm, but Shouta has never been uglier than when he’s filled to the brim with jealousy and not even Hizashi’s charm would be able to make up for that.

Shouta allows himself one minute exactly to wallow in his helpless crush and his misguided jealousy, allows this choke hold Hizashi has on him still, even after all these years, to take his breath away and then he packs it all away again before he turns around and gets to cleaning Hizashi’s apartment.

If he hates his date this much, he’ll be agitated when he comes back home and for all that Hizashi doesn’t mind a little clutter around, this mess will stress him out, so Shouta is just being a good friend by helping to prevent that.

It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Hizashi will call him a good housewife for it again.

~*~*~

Shouta paces in his bedroom. He has no goddamn idea how he let Nemuri talk him into this and there is no way he’s going to leave his house like this. He didn’t even know he could look like this and it’s honestly kind of upsetting to look into the mirror and not recognise who’s staring back at him, but he guesses that was kind of the intended effect.

Nemuri had promised to make him look hot after all, and Shouta has to admit that he kind of does. Maybe. It’s just—he’s not used to seeing his face like this, bare and shaven, his hair artfully done up in a bun that looks effortless but took Nemuri the better part of an hour to get right and there’s a reason he doesn’t wear skin tight clothes, because they are uncomfortable and make it hard to move.

Incidentally they also make him hot, if Nemuri is to be believed and Shouta has to admit that his thighs do kind of look good in the pants she wrangled him into.

None of that changes the fact that Shouta almost feels sick with nerves, though, and he asks himself again how he let Nemuri talk him into this, because this is madness.

This is absolute madness and there’s no way he’s going to go through with it.

It doesn’t happen often that a date cancels on Hizashi for a function or another, and it happens even less that Shouta and Nemuri hear about this before the event starts but as soon as Nemuri had heard the news a dangerous glint had entered her eyes and Shouta had known he was fucked.

Well and truly fucked, because he is supposed to be Hizashi’s date now.

Shouta has no idea how Nemuri convinced Hizashi’s manager to go along with this, and Shouta is actually in no rush to show up in tabloids or the news, to have his identity speculated about—or god’s forbid, revealed—and he might actually feel a little sick now.

I’m not going, he quickly types out to Nemuri who only sends him a thumbs-up back and dread curls in Shouta’s stomach.

She’s planning something. She’s planning something else and it’s going to lead straight to Shouta’s death and he doesn’t even want to think about what Hizashi will say when he sees him like this.

Shouta thinks he might throw up if Hizashi finds him beautiful like this because this is not him. He doesn’t look like this, he doesn’t do effort for his outfit and if this is what finally gets Hizashi to look at him Shouta is going to hurl himself off a very tall building. Without his capture weapon.

He’s still freaking out, trying to decipher what the thumbs-up could mean when he hears his front door open.

“Shou? Are you here? Nem said you needed to talk to me?” Hizashi’s voice calls out and Shouta goes cold before blinding hot rage overtakes him for a second.

You’re dead, he sends Nemuri and then throws his phone onto his bed before he crushes it in his hand.

“Shou?” Hizashi tries again and his voice is considerably closer than it was before and Shouta debates for a very serious second if diving under his bed and hiding there is a valid option.

Before he can make up his mind though, Hizashi sticks his head into the room and then promptly freezes where he stands.

“Uhm,” he intelligently says and Shouta wants to die where he stands when he sees how wide Hizashi’s eyes have gone. “What is going on?”

“Nothing,” Shouta bites out and tries to revel in the way Hizashi drags his eyes down Shouta’s form, but it only stings.

“Why are you dressed like that?” Hizashi asks after a long moment and Shouta tries very hard not to notice the way his eyes linger on his thighs and his neck and instead busies himself with planning a murder.

Nemuri has laughed her last villainous laugh, Shouta will make sure of that.

“No reason,” Shouta says, clenching his hands at his side and desperately missing the weight of his capture weapon around his neck right now, because it’s always a good hiding-spot for him.

“Sure,” Hizashi slowly says as he steps fully into the room and Shouta dies a little inside when he realises that their colours match.

Of course Nemuri would make them match.

“Shou, seriously, what’s going on?” Hizashi asks again, his eyes raking over Shouta again and it hurts in a way Shouta was not at all prepared for.

“Stop looking at me,” he hisses out and abruptly turns away from Hizashi. “Don’t you dare look at me!”

It’s unreasonable and Shouta hateshates acting unreasonable but he has always been bad at handling his own emotions and especially so when it comes to Hizashi.

“Okay,” Hizashi’s soft voice reaches out and Shouta instantly feels bad. It’s not as if Hizashi has done anything wrong, not really, but Shouta can’t seem to get a grip on himself. “Why though? You look—”

Shouta cuts him off before Hizashi can tell him just how he looks because he doesn’t want to hear it. Can’t hear it and not break under it.

“Because it’s not even me,” Shouta grits out, hands reaching up as if to tangle in his capture weapon only to meet air.

He feels horribly exposed like this.

“And I hate that you’re only looking at me now,” he adds, his voice shakier than he would like around the admission but he had seen the interest in Hizashi’s eyes, had almost felt the way his eyes moved over him and it’s not fair.

Shouta shouldn’t only get to have this when he’s so far from being himself that he barely even recognises his own reflection.

“Shou,” Hizashi softy sighs out and then startles Shouta by dumping something on his head but the shock only lasts for a second before Shouta recognises the familiar weight and shape of his capture weapon.

He immediately tangles his hands in it, ducks his head to hide behind it and it makes breathing a little bit easier. He’s not sure if he hates that Hizashi knows him so well.

“Don’t,” he says, again, desperation leaking into his voice, because for all that Hizashi pretends to be a stupid airhead when he’s Present Mic, he’s far from dumb and he’s incredibly emotionally intelligent.

Shouta already admitted too much, he knows this, and he doesn’t want to hear Hizashi’s no doubt gentle rejection.

“I hate that you’re only realising now that I’ve been looking at you,” Hizashi says, despite Shouta’s clear order and Shouta stills.

Hizashi doesn’t give Shouta time to process his words before he steps in and moulds himself to Shouta’s back, arms coming up around him to hug him to his chest and Shouta’s head spins.

“I’ve only ever looked at you,” Hizashi whispers right next to his ear and it sends shiver after shiver down Shouta’s spine.

“Don’t—don’t lie,” he manages to get out because he has seen Hizashi’s dates and Shouta is nothing like that.

He’s not beautiful like they are.

“I’m not, Shou, come on, I’ve never lied to you,” Hizashi mutters and Shouta hates that he’s right.

Hizashi makes it a point to always be honest to a fault when it’s them, no matter how ugly it might be and Shouta’s eyes burn in an entirely unfamiliar way.

“I’m not like your dates,” Shouta whispers and Hizashi’s arms around him tighten for a moment.

“And I wouldn’t want you to be. Hell, there’s a reason I make my manager deal with all of that because I can’t be bothered. I don’t care about any of them; I usually don’t even remember their name afterwards. They are part of the job, Shou, that’s all. And I never take the same person twice.”

Shouta doesn’t know if that’s true, but if Hizashi says it, then it must be and it makes breathing a little bit easier.

“I might clean up nice, but—this is not me,” he then tries next and Hizashi huffs out a laugh.

“No, it’s not. I mean, yeah, you do clean up nice—real nice, even—but I kinda miss your gruff look already. I like knowing you’re comfortable in what you’re wearing, how you look. You never cared about that before.”

“I’ve cared about it for ten years, because I knew I wouldn’t ever catch your eyes like this,” Shouta admits and now Hizashi laughs for real.

“Shou, you caught my eyes the moment you stepped onto the field and then proceeded to wipe the floor with me. You were gruff, and tired but so, so determined and you were more radiant than the sun that day. I’ve never stopped looking at you even once since then.”

It takes Shouta’s breath away, to hear Hizashi state it that plainly and it feels as if everything slots into place after that. All the times Shouta looked at Hizashi only to find his gaze already on him; all the times Hizashi knew where Shouta was without having to think about that; all the times the unspoken trust between them filled every nook and cranny of whatever room they were in, to a point where their friends complained when their eyes so much as met.

It all makes so much more sense now.

Shouta turns around in Hizashi’s embrace and for all that he’s mostly certain that he’s not misreading this, he still buries his face in Hizashi’s neck, just to avoid his gaze for a moment.

“You laughed after I flipped you out of bounds that day, and I don’t think I’ve heard anything more beautiful since,” Shouta quietly says, offering his own admission in face of Hizashi’s and he feels Hizashi nuzzle his hair.

It’s going to undo Nemuri’s work but Shouta couldn’t care less.

“I’ve loved you all this time, and I’m sorry I couldn’t make you see that,” Hizashi says and Shouta’s heart almost beats right out of his chest.

“It’s not like I could make you see it, either,” Shouta gives back, almost feeling giddy with the knowledge that they’ve been in the same boat all this time and he almost melts into Hizashi’s arms when he feels the lips he pressed to his temple curl into a smile.

“Better late than never,” he decides, pressing a kiss to Shouta’s skin before he pulls back, finally looking straight at Shouta.

And it’s so much now that Shouta knows what to look for, but it’s overwhelming in the best kind of way.

“We’re not going out today,” Hizashi decides and cups Shouta’s cheek in his hand before he frowns. “Please don’t shave again, this is weird,” he then mutters and Shouta barks out a laugh.

“It feels weird, too, so don’t worry, it’s not going to happen again. And what about your event?”

“Not happening, they can deal without Present Mic for a night. I have more important things to do.”

“Like what?” Shouta asks with a raised eyebrow and doesn‘t blush when Hizashi kisses the corner of his mouth.

“Stare at you some more, probably,” he cheekily says before he rests their foreheads together. “But please get changed first. You do look unbearably hot like this, but I can also see that it makes you uncomfortable and I think it would be more on brand if you wore a shirt with a cat print for our first date.”

“I can get behind that idea,” Shouta agrees, incredibly reassured by what Hizashi is saying and so he dares to lean in, to steal a kiss for himself. “I can get you a change of clothes as well.”

“Offering me your clothes on our first date? Moving fast, huh?”

“You have your own drawer in my closet,” Shouta reminds him and is suddenly hit by how domestic they haven been all these years.

“Yeah, I do, don’t I?” Hizashi mutters as if it’s only dawning on him now as well and Shouta thinks that this might just work out perfectly.

Clearly they are on the same page and have been for a decade and it’s not at all time wasted, but well-spent instead.

Because it was spent together.

[kanekoii]

mechatu-a being your boyfriend <3

mika’s notes -> i love niji jp sm y’all don’t even know and this group has most of my oshis too-

pairings -> saiki ittetsu, akagi wen, usami rito, hibachi mana, hoshirube shou, murakumo kagetsu, koyanagi rou, inami rai x gn! reader (all seperate)

genre -> scenario, fluff

song -> perfect hero - mechatu-a (cover)

warnings -> canonical hero stuff, i love these fellas!!, they’re all simps lmao

SAIKI ITTETSU ->

when i say he’s naturally a loud person i mean it. of course, he still has your best interests at heart during his more chaotic moments. given his somewhat intimidating exterior, it was a little surprising to learn that he was a hero after all. if anything, he’s the anti-hero the group needs to ensure some unruly people are put in their place with his deep and intimidating voice. yet behind closed doors, he’s such a sweetheart! always sharing his food with you and gladly sitting down with you just to chat on the longer work days. being a hero isn’t just beating up bad guys after all! there’s also a decent amount of celebrity work that goes into it, so please allow him to take time out of his schedule to love and pay attention to you, because nothing could make him happier.

AKAGI WEN ->

unlike ittetsu, he doesn’t wait until he’s behind closed doors to be a total sweetheart to his beloved partner. he’s always cooking meals for you, and he’ll be absolutely over the moon if you offer to help. if you’re okay with your relationship with this cheery hero, he will talk about you constantly in interviews and such! wen just wants the whole world to know he loves you to the moon and back! ultimately, he wouldn’t trade his relationship with you for the whole world. he’ll come home to you late at night sometimes with a plushie and a dessert for you as a sort of apology for possibly worrying you, seeing as he was out so late. absolute and total soft little sweetheart boyfriend who just wants to make you happy so please reassure him sometimes and do something for him in return!

USAMI RITO ->

this foodie hero’s love language is absolutely sharing his snacks with you. seeing as he often treats food as if it’s the only thing in the world that matters, it’s a real honor that he’s willing to share with you! he’s a bit of the chaotic dad of the group, so if you date him, you’d likely end up taking on a caretaker role to the other heroes too. he’s very cheesy with his shows of affection, it’s his way of saying he doesn’t care what others think and that even if he’s technically a public figure, you’re the only one he wants in the whole world. his ideal date would likely be bringing your favorite snacks home with him and watching movies while he cuddles with you! like the others, he’s a total softie even if his job as a hero doesn’t necessarily favor that due to questionable moral situations he may be put in. he’s not as upfront about his relationship with you, but he mentions it offhandedly every once in a while to remind people that he loves you oh so much.

HIBACHI MANA ->

your relationship with him most definitely started as friends and slowly evolved into something more, mostly without either of you noticing. most definitely a friends to lovers situation, because he had been your best friend since childhood. this hero has always been a very sweet and kind person, but especially towards you. his love for you most definitely would stand the rest of time as he continued his hero work. despite stress and injury, you were always there for him no matter what. it really made mana have a new appreciation for your relationship when you would drop everything to comfort him. he knows his job isn’t the most favorable for romantic relationships, but the fact that you stay with him despite that just makes his heart flutter when he thinks about it.

HOSHIRUBE SHOU ->

seeing as he’s much more of a quiet type, it was surprising he even allowed his feelings for you to be heard in the first place. especially considering how shy and quiet he is, having someone he loves as much as you is a blessing. he knows he's not the best with expressing affection verbally, but he makes up for it by always holding your hand or hugging or kissing you. in a way, it's easier to express than saying he loves you. of course, that doesn't mean shou doesn't love you with all his heart. the first time he audibly says the words "i love you", his face is covered in blush. he hides it behind his purple and blue hair, voice shaking slightly out of nervousness. he still blushes when you take the initiative and kiss him first, even if you’ve kissed hundreds of times. showing affection in public makes him very flustered, but he still holds your hand in front of other people just to show everyone that he loves you!

MURAKUMO KAGETSU ->

simply put, you’re everything to this ninja hero. he’s much more private about his relationship so many people wouldn’t even know he had a significant other aside from his closest friends. he reassures you constantly that he isn’t ashamed or anything of the like, just that it might cause danger for you due to the relatively risky nature of his work as a hero. ultimately, it’s just to keep you safe. as soon as he’s certain of your safety, he’ll be parading you about and talking about you every single chance he gets just to show the world how much he adores you. there’s a picture of you and him together in his phone case as a sort of motivator when his hero work has him down, cuz if nothing else, he has you to come home to every day. he has you to hug and kiss and pour all his love into at the end of every day. coming through the door to your shared home and seeing you is his absolute favorite thing in the world. especially if kagetsu is home especially late and sees you sleeping on the couch waiting for him, his heart just melts on the spot.

KOYANAGI ROU ->

most definitely a more condescending type who teases you over the smallest things sometimes. he can’t help it, it’s just his love language! rou isn’t really the best with being super affectionate, so please understand that him teasing you is how he shows he loves you. of course, he occasionally shows more traditional signs of love and affection such as buying you gifts or cuddling with you, but he just isn’t that affectionate of a person. please don’t let it get you down or make it think he doesn’t love you, because he really warms up to the idea of being affectionate after dating you for a while. behind closed doors at least, he’ll be wrapped around you all day and night commenting on how cute you are and how he just loves you so so much! he would never let his friends or fellow heroes see him in such a state though, they would never let him hear the end of it and he’s the one who teases other people, not the other way around! once in a blue moon, his friends will see him kiss your cheek or forehead though, and just as expected, he will never hear the end of it.

INAMI RAI ->

the mechanic prefers just having you by his side as he works on his newest invention or tinkers with his fellow hero’s gear to hopefully improve it. just sitting and chatting with you while he tinkers with things is his favorite pastime because he gets to mess with mechanical things and talk to his beloved!! he has a bunch of pictures of you at his work station as well as in his phone case just like kagetsu! his fellow heroes end up getting pretty annoyed with the way rai won’t shut up about you, but he thinks of you so highly that he could barely even convey how much he loves you in words. doesn’t mean he doesn’t try tho, cuz he does…he talks for hours just about how much he loves you. at first, he was scared to ask you out and rou had to put him up to it. both of them were absolutely taken aback when you actually agreed to go out with rai, and ESPECIALLY when you started seeing him regularly and made your relationship official.

[ferrstappen]

same anon here with the birth of the twins ask i sent earlier lmao i meant born first. which twin was born first, not early. sorry im sleep deprived and english is not englishing at the moment 😭

hello honey! I totally understand you and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS QUESTION honestly I love mila and Luca. and also to the anon who requested pregnancy bits I'm on it, I just want to do it justice and not rush it :(

Honestly I hadn't put many thought on that, but I've really been thinking about it bc yes, when I saw the question I said Mila 100% is the oldest twin and Luca the youngest, but...

the day the twins were born l MV1

when I picture the labour, everything going smoothly, caesarean being planned months ahead for Max to be 100% available and no one could bother him or put something on the calendar.

Max would beholding your hand and whispering sweet nothings, how brave you were even when you assured him you weren't feeling anything, but he'd be keeping his eye not only on your health but making his presence known; the least he could do was make sure the best nurses, midwives, doctors and medical personnel in general were the best to take care of you and bring the very awaited Verstappen babies to the world. he'd side eye whenever the nurses and midwives made a comment about their lunch or something banal, because the only thing they were allowed to think and speak was his wife laying on the table and being prepared for the babies to be in perfect conditions.

and the only thing they'd said was yes Mr. Verstappen, yes Mrs. Verstappen.

as the time of the procedure approached he'd sit next to you, his head resting next to yours and his both his hands holding your belly, taking deep breaths, trying to communicate the twins they'd be together soon, and taking in the image of your swollen belly for the last time.

of course you'd giggle when he entered the operation room with sterile clothing, but finding comfort in his blue eyes being visible, long and defined lower lashes caressing his skin, his thumb running through your cheeks and forehead, and the strong grip of his hand were the only thing you tried to focus on as you could feel your body being manipulated.

the first scream was loud, but not as loud as you'd imagine, it was received as if the baby was annoyed of being disrupted and having to use his own lungs to breathe.

"a nice cry for this baby boy," the doctor would announce, handing him to the pediatrician to check him before wraping him in a warm towel and placing him on Max's arm, a nurse encouraging him to place the baby next to your face due to the arms being restricted.

you'd cry at the sight of him, heart immediately growing a million times bigger and it wasn't an exaggeration; the way his eyes were squeezed together, hands closed tightly, quiet sounds leaving his lips, everything stopped for you for those seconds.

and Max felt the same, his heart beating a thousand beats per minute when his arms felt the weight of his son, seeing his features, his small nose. but he wasn't relaxed or relieved in any way, knowing your body still had to endure being delivered the baby girl. he was told it was safe to leave the baby next to your face, which he did and went back to keeping an eye on what was going on on the other side of the medical sheet covering from your neck down.

he knew there was a reason why he couldn't feel relief and it wasn't just because he always worried and needed things to be right, and his gut was proven right when baby number two was delivered, but there wasn't a loud scream or annoyed cries, it was silent. a nurse immediately grabbed the baby boy (he still didn't have a name, you had a top 3 list where you'd choose after they were born) from your side, putting him on a crib, at the same time the pediatrics team grabbed the baby girl and placed her on a crib that looked a bit more complicated, more tubes and stuff surrounding it.

"max, what's happening?" you asked your husband, knowing you should've heard your baby girl by now.

"I don't know, but don't worry, schat. they're working on her,"

it was the first time he felt the desperation of being a father: worried, helpless, desperate, so many feelings and none of them were good as he approached where his daughter was being moved around, nurses carefully massaging her feet, multiple warm towels under her, a weird thing being placed on her nostrils.

those were the worst fifty seconds of his life. until he heard the loudest scream he'd ever heard, not even comparable to the one that marked the birth of his brother. it was loud, fierce, almost desperate.

it was his daughter and he instantly knew no one would even think of hurting her, and he also knew his son was a born protector, the first born, he'd able to overcome anything.

martin? levi? lucas? max stared at his son staring at him from his left arm, not so sure.

zoe? sofie? camila? max looked down at his sleeping daughter on his right arm.

maybe he'd have to wait until you woke up from all the medication, you'd probably know.

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I got carried away im sorry, I hope it still answers your question though :(

[starman-jpg]

Better to Die Numb, Then Feel it All

WC: 1.9K | TW: alcoholism

I have no idea where this idea came from, but 5 hours later, here's this piece.

I actually do not know much about alcoholism. Diane is based off of my own therapist and how she has helped me through difficult times.

This also not beta read, its 1 am, I need sleep. Hope you like this

Title from "Growing Sideways" by Noah Kahan

No one seemed to realize how Steve had changed.

His hair is grown out and hasn’t been styled for months. The bags under his eyes keep getting bigger after every sleepless night. He’s lost a couple pounds and sticks to wearing baggy sweaters and sweatpants. And he drinks. A lot. Even at his peak of high school popularity, he never drank as much as he does now.

Everyone tries to bring it up, but he shrugs them off and redirects the conversation. And every time, the person takes the bait and plays with it. He’s out of the spotlight until it gets brought up again, but he can do the same thing. Over and over again. Works every time.

He knows what he’s doing is unhealthy. But he can’t stop. It’s impossible. 

It all hit rock bottom when he screamed at Eddie. His Eddie. His perfect, beautiful boyfriend, Eddie, merely suggested Steve get help. Steve yelled, trying to convince Eddie (and maybe himself) that he was fine. That he doesn’t need Eddie’s help and he should just leave if he doesn’t want to "see Steve drink himself to death".

So Eddie left and didn’t come back. The days turn into weeks with no response from Eddie.

After a month, he finally reached out for help.

He ended up running to the Hopper-Byers house, sobbing. When the door opened for Joyce, he fell into her arms and begged her to help him. Hopper talked to Owens and got the help Steve needed.

"And now, I’m here." Steve shrugs, picking at his sweater, slowly lifting his head to see his therapist, Diane.

Diane was a sweet lady. She was in her late 40s with shoulder-length, sandy brown hair and a pair of square, black-rimmed glasses.

She smiles sweetly and says, "I’m glad you are here, Steve."

Steve shifts uncomfortably, bringing his knees to his chest. Well, I wish I could say the same." He mutters before realizing she heard that. "Sorry, I-I shou-"

"No, no. Don’t say sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Were you not listening to what I said for the past 15 minutes?"

She softly laughs, saying, Yes, Steve, I heard you. Those things were not great. But considering what you went through in the Upside Down, I can see why that happened."

Steve looks at Diane in shock and says, "Y-you know? About the, uh…"

"Upside Down?" He nods, and she smiles, saying, "Yes, I know. I was one of the many scientists working under Dr. Owens. My focus was more on the psychological effects of the Upside Down. I also happen to be a certified therapist. So, when Dr. Owens asked for my help with an Upside Down survivor, I gladly took it."

"An ‘Upside Down survivor’? Is that what we’re called?"

"Unfortunately, yes. We don’t exactly have the correct term to refer to you all as."

Steve slowly nods, putting his feet back on the ground. "We just call ourselves the ‘Party’ as a whole. But then, if we’re split up, each group has their own name." Steve smiles slightly and says, "Like in 1985, my little group was called ‘Scoops Troop’. Because me and my best friend Robin worked at Scoops Ahoy before—well, y’know."

"I do know." She quickly writes in a notebook before turning back to Steve and asking,  "So, the Party? Tell me about them."

And that’s how these appointments worked. Every Tuesday, he pulls up to Diane’s office and talks to her. About the upside-down and all the head trauma. His fears and his hopes He even talked about his childhood and how his parents were always gone.

Although not all of the appointments were that easy,

He made a deal with Diane. If he could go a week without drinking, she’d tell him one thing about her. (It was weird how he was pouring out his heart and soul, but he didn’t know a thing about her.)

"Steve…" 

"I saw him yesterday when I went to pick up Max for a sleepover." He sniffled. "Max was talking with him, and he looked so happy. And I thought about how I could never make him happy." He sighs, wiping his eyes. "I tried to wave. He turned his back and walked back inside. I dropped Max off, and then I remember being in a bar. Ordering a drink, which turned into two and..."

He can’t stop the tears this time. "I’m sorry. I-I failed. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry." He hides his face behind his hands as he sobs.

He hates that he failed. He’s so used to being the screwup, and this one time, he knew he could make it. He only had one more day. He could’ve made it. Even with all the close calls early in the week, he managed to push them down.

He wanted to prove that he could do it.

He needed to prove that he could do it.

"It’s okay, Steve. It’s okay." Diane softly soothes.

"I failed though. I drank." 

"That’s okay-"

"It’s NOT okay! How could you say that?" He yells.

"I did not expect you to win this challenge."

"So, you’ve already given up on me? Fucking great! My own goddamn therapist doesn’t even believe in me." He stands up, pacing the room and biting his tongue. He didn’t want to say anything he’d regret.

"I did not expect it because it’s not that easy. You expected to give up drinking and suddenly be cured? That’s not the problem."

Steve stops, slowly turning around to look at his therapist. "Isn’t that the problem? The drinking? Isn’t that why I’m here?"

"The drinking is how you deal with the problem. And you’re here because you want to be better, right?" He slowly nods, sitting back down on the couch. "Then let's figure out the problem."

---

Steve kept up his appointments. Never missed one.

Everyone could see how he was becoming Steve again. He made amends with the kids and with Robin. He never realized how he pushed her away along with everyone else.

When he showed up on her doorstep, paper in hand, to make amends, he was bombarded with a hug and the gentle sobs of his best friend. His other half His Platonic soulmate with a capital P Steve explains what he’s been going through and how he's getting help.

"I’m 4 months sober, so that's good."

"That’s so good, Steve. I’m so happy for you." She hugs him and doesn’t let go for quite literally hours. They caught up. There were two months without his soulmate; he needed all the details. e

Robin plans a movie night at his house (typical). She invites the kids, the teens, even Hopper and Joyce, who politely decline but still drop off El and Will.

Everyone was there, except Eddie. He wasn’t surprised. If he were Eddie, he wouldn’t want to see him either.

But, of course, Eddie needed to make an entrance. The front door slams open (the door handle definitely leaves a mark on the wall) as Eddie steps in. He’s as beautiful as always. His worn-out Metallic shirt with some black jeans His hair was tied back, showing off his jaw and neck.

Steve nearly forgot how to breathe. How did Eddie still take his breath away?

Everyone greets Eddie with smirks, hoisting up sodas for the kids and beers for the adults.

Steve felt his stomach drop to his feet. He hasn’t kept alcohol in his house for three months now. There was a bottle stashed in the back of his closets "in case of emergency". He threw it out after calling Diane one night during a particularly horrible day.

Robin must sense his discomfort. She grabs his hand, squeezing once before asking Eddie for a soda. Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy Eddie handed out the sodas to the kids with loud pleading from Mike for just one beer, which Nancy was not having.

He hears the familiar sound of a can opening and watches as Nancy takes a sip from her can. He didn’t think this through. He forgot that even though he stopped drinking, that didn’t mean everyone else did as well.

"You want one?" Steve snaps out of his thoughts, turning his head to Eddie holding up a beer can.

Steve stares at the can wantingly.

He knew this was going to happen. Everyone didn’t really notice how bad Steve’s drinking was. They just knew he drank a little more than usual. He should’ve said no alcohol was allowed. He should’ve just told everyone how bad his drinking was, and now he’s sober.

Eddie must take his silence as a yes, because he’s holding out a beer to Steve.

This is it. He’s going to break his sobriety because the literal love of his life is handing him a beer.

Shit. 

He’s going to have to call Diane and explain how much of a failure he was. He can’t even be properly sober.

But she would calm him down and repeat a million times how he wasn’t a failure. He knew that recovery would be hard, but he still decided to do it. And how he’s made it four months now without drinking. And how that is such a big step alone in his recovery. That he did the right thing by calling her.

"Steve?" Robin’s soft voice breaks him out of his thoughts as she gestures to Eddie.

Steve looks over at a confused Eddie, still holding out the beer.

"Oh, um, I’m good."

Eddie has the decency to look surprised as he retracts his arm. "You’re good?"

Steve stops to think. He’s sober. He’s happy. He’s recovering.

He has Robin by his side. And Diane is just a phone call away if he needs her.

He might not have had Eddie. He might never have Eddie again. But he can live with that. Eddie deserves to be happy, and if that’s not with Steve, that’s okay.

He smiles and nods, saying, "Yeah, I’m good."

Eddie smiles slightly at Steve, puts the beer back, and grabs two sodas. Eddie places the drinks down and hands a soda to Steve before sitting on the other couch. Steve looks ahead as the movie starts, but he can’t help stealing glances at Eddie.

And it gets better when he sees Eddie stealing glances himself.

--- 

He told the Party that night about his recovery. That he’s 4 months sober. It’s a tough process, but he’s going to see it through.

The kids hugged him, then unanimously agreed to throw out the rest of the beers. The adults agreed to stop drinking even after Steve’s loud protests that "it’s fine if they drink, just maybe not around him?"

It was a little easier to stay sober after that night.

Months pass. Steve’s still sober. A whole year now.

No one left his side, not once. Not even Eddie.

After 7 months sober, Steve took a chance, asked Eddie out, and was pleasantly surprised when Eddie said yes. They’ve been back together ever since. Eddie is his #1 supporter.

Three months later, Eddie told him, "I love you," and he felt the same spark he felt back then.

One year later, Steve and Eddie move in together in a small house near the trailer park.

Two years later, Steve and Eddie get married. Not officially, but who needs some bullshit government papers when they’ve already been to hell and back with each other?

It hasn’t been an easy road. Recovery never is, but he has Eddie. He has Robin. He has the kids. He has Hopper and Joyce. He’ll be okay.

After all, Steve still sees Diane. Every Tuesday. 

[some-user-some-place]

For One Night Only

Rodent brainrot - Vincent Charbonneau x Rody Lamoree ( + Manon and her relationships with these two)

Vincent character study fic (kinda going for my interpretation of his motives in canon + a little fan service :D)

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: Shitload of angst, Light Smut, Implied Manon Death, She steak in this :/, Biting, Alcohol and cigarette abuse, not manon friendly, sad (catastrophic) ending, Implied cannibalism.

You can also read this on ao3! Or just drop by, leave a kudo or comment, read my author's notes, or don't, anything you feel like tbh.

♡ ~✿~ ♡

Vincent always had a complicated relationship with silence. 

Truth be told, it surrounded him everyday, and he absolutely despised it. It was usually accompanied by piles of paperwork in his office, the same tasteless wine he had made a habit of downing, and the reality that he was alone. 

Don't get him wrong, he likes being alone, prefers it actually, but that specific variety of loneliness just doesn't suit his taste. 

Ha . 

Either way, he also misses the silence, when there's a busy day in the restaurant, when he's trying to do some paperwork on a particularly noisy night, and especially, when a group of drunk patrons are delaying his much needed rest.

Much like right now. 

He already sent his cooks home, the chatty group of girls won't order anything else, he knows it. And yet, 30 minutes after closing time, he's watching his newly hired waiter entertain their whims. 

“Thank you, mister” The giggling girls are already halfway out the door by the time he snaps out of his inner musings. They're awfully touchy in their drunken state, he wonders how Rody manages it all, smiling like a puppy receiving a treat.

I guess that is why I don't do customer service .

“Boss? Are you there?” There's a hand waving itself in front of his eyes by now, accompanied by a mildly concerned face.

He could touch it if he reached out.

“You've got tables to clean and a floor to sweep, I wouldn't waste any time if I planned on getting home tonight.”

“Oh yeah, right to it boss!”

The process of cleaning the restaurant was always the same, cleaning, checking the ingredients, giving Rody a plate…

Oh yeah, he totally forgot about that. 

“Hey, Rody. I have something for you.” That perked up his waiter's attention. He watched his face morph from surprise at being caught off guard, to curiosity, until it landed in complete and utter disbelief.

“Really?!” Rody looked like he was about to hug him, and Vincent still couldn't pinpoint exactly why. 

“Uhm… is there a problem?”

“NO! I mean, thank you so much boss, I really could do with that raise! I just didn't think you'd actually give it to me but I've been working hard and-” If he didn't stop babbling Vincent would lose his ability to hear things too.

“It's not a raise.”

“Oh”

I guess he is a good waiter, and it's not like the bistro is doing badly, he could raise his hourly pay a little bit. Maybe it'd give him an incentive to actually arrive on time, and if nothing else it would severely diminish his exposure to Rody’s puppy dog eyes…

Ok this was getting ridiculous, even for him. 

“Take this, it's one of the dead plates from today.” He handed him a neatly tied package from the kitchen. He spent way too long trying to make the perfect ribbon, secure enough but also elegant. Because Rody rides a bike, and he couldn't give him a plate, at least not if he ever wanted to see it again. Nothing else.

“Oh, thank you, Vince.” 

Vincent could feel the following silence suffocating him, but he didn't really know why. 

“You know, you're actually nice.” The waiter blurted out. And if his eyes didn't mislead him, there was a touch of red in Rody’s face.

I like it.

What.

He was babbling again. Oh fuck. 

“-and you know boss I didn't mean that you look unpleasant to be around, I mean you kinda do, I think it's the frown you wear all the time, if you smiled more I think you'd get more ladies… I don't think I've ever seen you smile, actually. You really should, like that picture of you in the newspaper! But actually real, you know, natural. And-”

“And you're talking about women again.”

“I mean, yeah. That's why I do this, all of it. To share it with a special person, right?”

“Is that a question or a statement?”

“I guess, both…? Don't you have anyone to share everything with?”

Not until very recently. Although, he didn't really want to share anything with his newest… acquaintance. He couldn't bear even thinking about her.

“Do you?” 

Wait, oh fuck no, he's gonna start talking about-

“Of course! I share everything with my girlfriend!”

The same one whose smell was all over Vincent's pillow. 

NO

“... I guess I used to. Share everything with her. She hasn't been picking up for a while, I think she's mad at me actually…”

Was he… crying?!? Oh hell no!

“Would you stop acting like an abandoned puppy for two seconds! It's quite pathetic.”

“Oh, I'm sorry boss, I guess I am. Maybe that's why she-”

That's about enough. 

“I have- I mean, would you like a glass of wine? I have some in my office and…” A breath. “You look like you need it.”

His waiter, his tall, muscular, 30 something year old waiter, was nodding like a reprimanded toddler. Head down, holding back tears. It was pitiful to say the least. 

I want to hug him.

Again, what. 

At that moment Vincent made the intelligent decision to leave the room, maybe the wine wasn't the worst idea. Who knows how Rody would act, maybe he'd actually get some of the faux bravado alcohol was so known for producing… maybe he'd break down crying hysterically… Either way, the chef would certainly be more apt to deal with it if he too had his own fix. 

Exactly, this was for Rody’s benefit, he totally was not looking to drown his own emotions. Of course. And forgetting his own unpleasant situation was just an added bonus, the cherry on top per say.

What a pity party they both were.

After procuring his most expensive bottle - he didn't even know why he chose that one. The 20 year old mess of a man crying in his restaurant did not have the paladar for it - Vincent made his way back to his companion. Who, at this point, was no longer crying, but could still crush his heart with the lost look all over his complexion. 

“Uhm… Rody, I don't think there's any easy way to say this but…” Consciously, he knew telling the truth was the right thing to do. It was unbearable to see him running after a girl that has long since moved on. How genuine she was in that process, Vincent couldn't say. He very much felt she was also just running away from her problems, probably why they started this… thing between them. Truth be told, he didn't mind being a replacement, he was actually relieved. God knew he wasn't in it for her. That just meant he didn't have to concern himself with her feelings. Still, she had moved on, in her own way, and Rody needed to let go too. He deserves to know, deserved a better situation, deserved the truth. 

Besides, that thing eating him up inside every time he mentioned his “soulmate ” was rapidly becoming too complicated for his liking. It needed to stop, before he no longer could just shove it to the back of his mind. 

Brought back to reality by a call of his name, the chef takes a deep breath. “... What I'm trying to say is-

“No, I get it. I've overstayed my welcome.” A nervous giggle. “I probably should get going, it's getting late already. And you shouldn't have to deal with my mess either way, I'm so sorry-”

Before Rody could descend into his usual rambling, Vincent took a hand to his own temple, a frustrated sigh involuntarily escaping him. “No, it's not that Rody.” An exasperated laugh made its way into the air between them. “You really can't let me finish a sentence, can you?” 

His attempt at teasing was, surprisingly, appreciated. A short lived laugh accompanied by a huff from his employee was a sight he was much thankful for in that exact moment. Especially when the remains of it were still present in his face, in the form of a small smile. 

I want to feel it .

There was something seriously wrong with him today. 

The newfound faint levity of this atmosphere was inevitably short-lived. Vincent knew there was no going back in his decision, so he knew taking the opportunity to do this now was preferable. Particularly as he couldn't help but understand that if he didn't do this now, he would never. 

“Look, you have to recognize that… this isn't healthy for you,” Hearing that, Rody looked up, trapping Vince in inescapable eye contact. “Even you have to recognize you are chasing after someone that doesn't want you to, not at this moment at least. I can't know for sure what she feels, but it's painfully obvious to see that you are giving yourself up for something and it just won't pay off the way you want to.” 

Every day he would watch him struggling and sacrificing everything, and he couldn't help but replay her words in his head.

“He's just, he loves too much.” She had told him one night. In the comfort of her own apartment, nursing a drink, she had started recounting memories of her younger years. Vincent resigned himself to listen, not too keen in talking about his own… complicated youth. She had eventually decided to tell stories from her past relationships, and a considerable amount of them were related to his own waiter.

“He's too kind for his own good.” Behind her compliment lied a sense of worry and pity. Akin to that of a person watching a little lamb grow, knowing of the inevitable slaughter in its future. 

He couldn't help but pay attention to her words, as if she was letting him into a hidden part of their lives, which she was. But he suspected there was more to this, a bigger inaccessible part of Rody he could never truly know.

“I just… I couldn't keep letting him destroy everything he ever built for himself, everything he could ever build, just to make me happy . Well I wasn't even happy, I never wanted any of it! It was all for nothing!” Marieanne took a lengthy breath, recomposing herself from her small rant.

When she continued, in a much quieter voice, she no longer seemed on the verge of tears. Instead, she looked… soulless . “I had to keep seeing the one I love - loved - the most, ruin everything good that ever happened to him, all in my name.” 

Vincent wanted to say something, but the renewed bitterness in her expression left no room for anything other than listening. He was trapped in his seat, hanging on her every word. Every feeling that sparked onto her features was a new spotlight on him, he felt as if he was never supposed to witness such intimate sentiments. And yet, he was nothing more than a moth to flame, eager to receive every little bit of information she was willing to share.

“I know I did the right thing, I just wish he knew it too. He just won't let go, and I…” She paused, contemplating her words. “I don't know what to do, but I promised myself I wouldn't let this go on, and I won't. His obsession, his delusion, will not drag him down any longer. Even if I have to break his heart for it.”

At the time, Vince didn't completely understand what she was describing. Rody could be passionate, but he couldn't see him as the obsessive, unhealthy love type. He now realized she never meant to call him a stalker or an abuser, he didn't harm her, only himself. He was paranoid of losing her, to his own detriment. 

These days, he is confronted with this reality every time he sees his employee. He is brought back to Manon's words, and he too could no longer bear to see his never ending spiral downwards. 

Currently, the waiter looked absolutely distraught. Having downed about two glasses of wine, he emanated a feeling of hopelessness. 

“I think-” He clears his throat, readjusting his thoughts. “You need to move on, Rody. She gave you this opportunity for you to get your life together, not dwell on this failed relationship until it kills you. Maybe, set new goals for yourself, like getting a better apartment, having a better routine, work on earning that raise you want so much… or, start going out more, maybe meet new people,… work on the relationships you already have, let people in.”

Vincent didn't know where the urge to look down came from, or why it was here at all, but it was too strong to fight. The distraught look on the older man’s eyes had only gotten worse, but a surprised aura did cross his face at the chef’s advice. Socializing was one of the few things Vince looked incapable of ever doing, so it was uncharacteristic for him to be encouraging it. Even so, it was still good advice, nonetheless. 

“Besides, you are making it even more painful for her. Have you thought about that? She also lost a relationship, and you keep making it so that she's always confronted with what she had to give up. And displaying even more obsessive behaviors isn't doing you any favors.”

“...” His employee was speechless, guilt flickered all across his features, so intense that it looked as if it pained him physically. 

“She feels unsafe, Rody, she feels followed. She can't even connect her phone or check her mail without being bombarded by you.” Marieanne had told him as much, in her endless explanations of her past relationship-

But she shouldn't have, right? To Rody, she never did, and it has to stay that way . 

Well now it won't, as he just outed himself with much too personal information. How could he know how she feels in any other way?

FUCK

Panicking, he decided to evade the situation, distract him so that he can't think too much about what was just said. But in doing so, he startled Rody, who was much too tipsy and lost in his own disgust and guilt. 

Then, there is a crash, glass is everywhere, alongside its contents. The red wine paints a grim picture on the formerly pearl white flooring, dripping from the table, it is mesmerizing for Vince. His gaze, unashamedly, follows the patterns displayed before him, the contrast of the wood and the free flowing carnage, the sounds of the droplets as they fall onto the tiles. It is beautiful. 

I want to keep it. This image, this feeling, the stillness, the quiet, everything. 

If only his cooking was as enthralling. 

Still seated at the table, his waiter also takes in the mess all around him, or better speaking, on him. He's now entirely soaked, as the glass fell directly from his hand. Only one thought in his mind: For fuck's sake that glass’ gotta be at least twice my monthly pay.

To minimize the scolding he is sure to receive, as he mistakes the sudden darkness in his boss’ complexion for anger, he spirals into a spree of apologies. He wants to clean this up, but there are no cleaning cloths around, and Vince will kill him if he dirties one of the folded up table cloths stacked not too far from them.

His hands twitch, a show of his nervousness, and he resorts to picking up the glass shards off of the floor.

That's when Vincent snaps out of his trance, slightly confused still. He needs to recompose himself from… whatever that was.

“I- uhm- I'll, I should get something to clean this, I… yes. I'll be right back.”

He heads to his office, his legs give out almost immediately. His mind seems incapable of coherent thought, his body trembles, his breathing is wrong. 

Get yourself together. 

He closes his eyes, seated on the floor, back to the door. 

GET YOURSELF TOGETHER.

He opens his eyes again, no more trembling, but his chest still moves much too fast.

GET. YOURSELF. TOGETHER.

He gets up, picking up a cloth and a change of clothes for his companion. 

It's ok, it's all fine. 

Heading back, he cannot muster many words, delivering the pile of fabrics with a simple “Here.”

Unfortunately, he forgot Rody is an absolute idiot, as he almost uses the shirt to soak up the wine. Luckily, the chef restrains his hands with a simple touch. 

“This is for you to put on, that is for cleaning!”

“Oh. Sure. But I don't think I need it, I'm sure I can just dry this up and change at home. Thank you, but-”

“You look like you just got murdered.” Ever blunt, Vincent had no intention of letting this moron walk home in such a state. As if to end the discussion, he heads to the back, giving the privacy needed to change. 

And yet, he finds himself in his office, fighting the urge to see what's going on in the suddenly impossibly quiet salon of his bistro. He tells himself it's because Rody is incapable of not making noise, he could be breaking even more things. Or because it's very likely he’ll just be stubborn and not change at all.

I'm reality, he just can't bear not knowing what's happening. The lack of control, especially after… that thing, left a sour feeling of helplessness within him. 

So he looks, and beyond the small hole in his office wall, he discovers the familiar silhouette of the man he observed running across his restaurant every day. Today however, it was very still, contemplative, as it slowly undid the buttons of the dress shirt enveloping it. One by one, it revealed more of that tanned smoothness that had transfixed him on more than one occasion.

What am I doing?

The illicitness of it all wasn't lost on him, quite the opposite, it made his heartbeat pick up, adrenaline speeding through his veins. He felt powerless in his own skin for the second time this night, but this time he had no rush to break out of this trance. He needed more.

Vincent's shirt was picked up from where it previously sat in the empty table, in its place, the formerly white top of the waiter's uniform. That diverged Vince's attention to his hands and arms, he hadn't realized how strong he actually was. It was surprising, but… interesting. 

He could probably pick me up, huh.

That realization seemed to be enough for his newly discovered creativity to take hold of his mind, and yet, he couldn't quite grasp a single one of those thoughts. As if they didn't belong to him, foreign concepts and feelings yet to reveal themselves to his consciousness.

In his state of fascination, the sudden ring of the telephone went almost unheard. In contrast, the very object of his leering had started to head towards the offending noise, making Vince suddenly aware of it in the process. 

“Hello.” The annoyance in his tone was impossible to miss, and still he had no intention of even attempting to hide it. 

“Hey! Sorry to bother you in your restaurant, but you didn't pick up your personal phone sooo…” The familiar voice trailed off, in an effort to sound cute. It would never work on him, but he still had to pretend it did. 

“Oh, Marieanne.” He wasn't surprised, she had called him before, in such late nights even. He suspected it was when she got especially lonely, wallowing in those distinctly hurtful memories. 

“I was just wondering, maybe you'd like to eat something with me… perhaps, home cooked?” There was an evident smirk decorating her last words, a joke for herself only. 

“Are you asking for a free meal?” It sounded like an accusation, but it lacked the fervor to be serious. And it didn't go unnoticed. 

“Well, what other reason would I have to date a chef, a renowned one at that? It's only fair…” There was a small laugh by the end of the sentence, but Vincent tuned it out in favor of focusing on that one word: “date”.

Ugh

He did not have the mental capacity to entertain her whims tonight.

“I'm not exactly sure I'll be able to make it tonight, it's been a long day that refuses to end… I'll call you back.” And just like that he hung up the phone, before any objections or bargains ensued.

Heading out, he found himself lingering at the entrance to the salon, analyzing the scene in front of him. Rody was holding that photograph he carried everywhere. He had shown it to Vince before - multiple times, actually - he would go on and on about the date he had taken his ex girlfriend on, how he'd worked tirelessly to afford it, how he wasn't able to sleep for two days from the sheer yearning, and how he had insisted on a picture to remember it all. 

Now, it was forever a reminder of his loss. One he carried everywhere, even though it brought him nothing more than sadness. 

I will never understand him. Why? Why make yourself suffer?

“I've been there before.”

“What?” Jumping out of his skin, the waiter’s confusion was imprinted in his face. Understandably so, for the older man’s sudden words were more akin to an out loud thought than a conversation starter. 

“The restaurant, from the picture,” he made a vague gesture towards it, shrugging, “I’ve known the chef for a long time, actually.”

“Oh… oh yeah, the food's great!” It seems like the mere mention of eating is enough to cheer him up. Idiot.

“How'd you meet her?”

“Who?” Vince completely forgot about the conversation currently taking place, regardless of the fact that he started it.

“The chef, the one you mentioned, from the restaurant…”

“Ah… that,” He was rapidly regretting having ever acquired the ability to speak, or mastering this language, or even being born at all. “That is… a long story.”

That would surely discourage the ever impatient man currently staring into his soul. 

Or so he thought, as Rody simply kept looking at him, letting out a single “oh?” as permission to continue. 

“She's a friend from college.” He had no intention of adding anything else, so it didn't bother him when he got “interrupted”, as for what was actually said…

“You went to college, what for? I guess cooking shit but, I mean, did you like it?”

“Uhm… yes. Did you?”

“Ah… I guess, uh… I should get going huh, it's getting late and everything.” There was an awkward smile on his face, one that reflected very well how Vincent felt himself. 

Maybe it was the wine, maybe the emotional rollercoaster that was that night had permanently damaged his ability to think straight, or maybe Rody’s stupidity was actually contagious. For whatever reason, despite all the alarms going off in his head, all the uncountable reasons against this awful idea, and his general better judgment, he still found himself speaking the following words: “You should stay here.” 

Bad idea!!!!

“It is late, as you said yourself, so it could be dangerous to ride back so far, especially on a bike… Besides, there's a couch in my office, and I can give you a blanket.” He should've lost his vocal cords as a child. “Perhaps, this will be the day you actually arrive on time.” He added, as a mutter, consumed by the need to escape the silence overtaking the room.

“Hey! I can arrive early! In fact, I will arrive here the earliest, you'll see!” It's so easy to get a rise out of him, huh.

“So what you're saying is you're late on purpose?”

“No! Uhm… That's not, I just, I have really bad luck. But I still try! I swear!” He was almost begging not to be fired by now, it was amusing, but Vince knew he should give him a break, and he still hadn't gotten an answer yet…

“So? Are you staying?” He did his best to look uncaring, maybe annoyed even, but deep down he felt like burying his face in a pillow and screaming bloody murder. Maybe that's actually a better coping mechanism than all the wine and cigarettes…

“I don't want to intrude-”

“Don't be stupid.” If he wasn't welcome, he wouldn't have gotten an offer. 

“Oh- okay. Sure. Thanks!” Rody offered a flustered but grateful smile, and Vince decided he was too tired to deal with whatever it did to his insides. 

After getting everything ready, he was about ready to collapse in his own bed upstairs, still, good manners had him going back to his employee. 

“Uhm, everything settled?”

“Oh yeah, thanks boss!” He was shirtless. 

Goddamnit, Rody.

“Great. Goodnight, then.” He needed to leave, now. It was not the time to unpack what had happened earlier, none of it. It was time to not stare at his employee's - That's right, I'm his boss! - naked torso.

“Wait, I- You, you can be a really cool person, you know?” There was a hand touching his own, stopping him from leaving. “I know you're a bit private, and that's totally cool,” Curse whoever invented prolonged eye contact! “I just think you should, I don't know, maybe be a bit more open?” There was a coy smile in his lips, and yet he could barely take it in before being recaptured by the older’s mesmerizing eyes. 

He wanted to run. No, small correction, he needed to run, as far as he could. Before whatever sickness is giving him all these strange and mortifying reactions could completely overpower his conscious mind. 

He couldn't form words, almost in a trance. He settled for nodding, loosely registering the goodnight thrown his way. He didn't feel his legs at all, his brain had stopped, even his vision was blurry. But his heart hammered in his chest with a vigor, slowly clawing its way to his throat. 

The only image in his mind was of fluffy hair, emerald eyes, a tanned figure, and smooth skin. Maybe that's why he didn't see the pile of boxes in the entrance to the kitchen, newly acquired ingredients yet to be organized. 

Next thing he knew, he was on the floor, as a familiar form hovered over him, just out of his reach. 

“Are you okay, boss? Do you want some ice?” Rody was frowning, clearly concerned, as he alternated between helping him sit up, checking for injuries and picking up the many things scattered across the floor. 

He wanted to say something, anything, but as he stared into his eyes, letting himself be cared for, the more fearful of it all ending he became. It was so rare - probably as a result of his own actions, but nonetheless - having someone worry. Rody didn't even have to, it wasn't a dangerous fall, and Vincent was nothing to him, so why? And worse, why did he like this so much? He didn't need this pointless attention and pandering, he was a grown man, with his own restaurant, a luxurious apartment, a promising career, so why?

And none of it changed the concern in those beautiful eyes, or the softness of a frantic, but sweet touch, the poorly hidden panic behind meaningless reassurances and a weak but oh so touching smile. 

He’s taking care of me.

He cares for me.

He cares. 

This was terrifying. The realization brought forth a completely unknown feeling that took his breath away with its sheer intensity. He had people be “in love” with him before, he had people admire him and his conquests, he had been envied, resented, coveted, hated. But not this, this was too sweet, too fragile, too… much. 

Or maybe, just maybe, this had happened before. Maybe people had cared for him, and worried as much as those eyes, and dropped everything to help him, and cheered when he succeeded, and wanted to know him, be a part of his life, and none of it mattered. Not to him, it never did. 

So why? Why could Rody reduce him, the acclaimed chef Vincent Charbonneau, to a shy wordless disgusting mess. He didn't want this at all. It was pathetic, it was madness, it was confusing, and awful, and embarrassing and, and he didn't even know what it was. 

These feelings, and reactions, and situations and thoughts, they were foreign in every sense of the word. Entirely new, terrifyingly weird, but also, external, like none of it belonged to him. This wasn't who he was, or ever wanted to be.

And it continued to grow, especially as - in the height of his panic - Rody picked him up, placing him on the kitchen counter. He proceeded to roll Vince's ankles, checking if they were twisted when he fell. He would pause, asking if anything hurt. The chef shook his head, finally coming to his senses, but he still couldn't help but get caught by the seriousness dominating the otherwise carefree man. 

“I'm fine, you don't need to worry.” Vincent muttered, still mesmerized, but it was for nothing, as his waiter simply moved to examine his head.

Believing he might've spoken too quietly, he elaborated. “I’m serious, I just wasn't paying attention to where I was going. It was a small fall, after all.” And still, the hands in his hair limited themselves to turn his head to the side, looking for better access.

“Rody! I do not like repeating myself, I've told you to stop already!” He resorted to his commanding voice, the one he reserved for the poor cooks in his bistro's kitchen and particularly troublesome clients. 

To no avail. He straightened himself, facing the stubborn employee head on. He would not be ignored, that was the one thing Vincent Charbonneau would not be: unnoticed and disregarded. Almost on impulse, he captured those energetic hands, finally ceasing the other man's movements. 

Rody was never particularly hard to read, always wearing his heart on his sleeves, so it was truly fascinating to see as emotion after emotion flashed behind his eyes. First it was confusion, presumably from the abruptness of Vince's hold, then - as his thoughts slowly caught up to him - he was ashamed, flushing red as his face darted across the younger man's figure. And lastly, a peculiar darkness took hold of him, maybe regret for putting them in this position? Perhaps anger, from getting restrained… Would he feel unappreciated for trying to help and getting scolded instead? He could very well think Vincent was being ungrateful…

It was brief, that conflicting emotion, as Rody became aware of Vince's gaze. As their eyes locked, the air in the room shifted. Suddenly, it was as if all of the oxygen vanished, a suffocating aura taking its place, heavy for reasons unknown. 

A new emotion overcame the man in front of him, even more indecipherable, locking away Rody's thoughts. His expression was eager, but fearful; determined, and yet lost; confused, but all consuming; like nothing the chef had ever experienced, or had someone experience in relation to him. It made him feel small and uncertain, and for that alone he prayed he'd never encounter it again. 

That stare had frozen him in place, and still, he felt like he was slowly getting closer to it. It was magnetizing, irresistible even, but he would not dare to move. Still, the more he lost himself in it, the more detailed it became. He became aware of his own reflection, presented to him in the center of emerald eyes, of their conjoined breaths, hanging in the small space between them. Had Rody's lips been this red all of this time? Was his hair always this smooth?

A puff of air hit his face, soft, but much too sudden. It startled him, enough to bring him back to the fact that the hands he was previously holding were now resting on top of his own. One arm to each side of him, he was effectively trapped, although he had no intention of escaping. Their touch was sweet, almost disinterested, unintentional; unlike the nose brushing his own. 

Wait, what?!

It happened fast, one second he was gazing at the man before him, hands now gripping his wrists, forcing him down. Their chests were touching, his legs parted for better access. He was hyper-aware of the trail Rody was tenderly tracing with his nose, only stopping when he reached his ear, hot breath hitting his cheek in fast, short pants. His head twisted slightly sideways, lips aligning with his own. Vincent could no longer bear the eye contact, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. It was only a simple caress of lips, quick but electrifying. It had him leaning forward, desperate to deepen the contact. It was addicting, a drug so powerful it had him hopeless with the smallest of doses.

The next, he was falling. The space in front of him now empty - cold - as the man previously occupying it yanked himself away so fast he stumbled. He had a horrified look on his face, and it was slowly killing a part of Vincent. He opened his mouth, he didn't really have anything to say, but he was terrified of what Rody might do. If he let him break the silence, he might verbalize whatever thought caused that expression to cross his face, and that would certainly be the last nail in the chef's coffin. He had to act fast. 

“Rody… Look, listen-”

Hearing his voice seemed to be the catalyst Rody needed, the spark to light his internal flame. And it burned. 

“I'm so sorry! I should’ve never- I wasn't thinking at all and I just… I swear I'll never do this again! How could I do this?! I'm so sorry, boss. I'll totally understand if you wanna fire me now, actually, I better just leave. I'll never see you again! Please, just don't call the police, please!!!” What.

The oldest was about to get down on his knees, forcing Vince to spring into action, pulling the much bigger man up by his shirt. The waiter now looked up, eyes burning holes in his soul. They fixated on his mouth for a short second, but rapidly moved up to meet his gaze.

Vincent still couldn't think of anything to say, but as he observed Rody's lips part, apologies ready to burst from his tongue, something overtook him. Determination, the likes of which he had never felt, not even towards his job or education. He needed to shut that moron up, with his unwarranted apologies and incessant begging.

He closed his eyes again, and simply dove forwards. The electricity was back, but this time it was deliberate, aggressive even. This was a statement, but it was also a challenge, with a touch of annoyance. It screamed Just fuck me already, but it still had an edge of hesitancy - waiting for permission, reciprocation too. 

Vincent was persistent, he waited until the shock subsided, hanging on every noise, every twitch the other man made. And yet, his bravado was quickly dying. Maybe he had misread the situation, maybe that expression on his face was regret. Either way, this was probably a mistake. 

He was about to pull away, both out of shame and due to the human need for air, which he had ignored for what felt like an hour now. That's when he felt a sudden grip on his waist, desperately pulling him in. It was rough, nails digging into his flesh, as if biting, to leave a mark. He felt drunk, probably because he was, but this high was like nothing he'd even dreamed of. Before he could even think to stop himself, his hands were grasping frantically at Rody, alternating between their hold on his shoulders, or pulling his neck closer. 

His lungs were pleading with him for much needed air, forcing him to break off the contact. He took a deep breath, only to have it be promptly knocked out of him as sharp teeth started nibbling away at his skin. They took their time abusing him: starting at his neck, then slowly climbing up to his ear, only to return to his misused neck, sucking on the sensitive bruises on their way down. 

All semblance of dignity left Vincent as the noises he was struggling to suppress hit his ears. And worse, he couldn't care less, as Rody started working on his collarbone - when had his shirt gotten unbuttoned? - he could only hopelessly beg. He didn't even know what he was pleading for, but the all-consuming want was rapidly becoming too much, he needed relief, he needed more.  

His back hit a wall, his office wall to be more precise, lips recaptured as hungry teeth attacked his bottom lip. He was trapped again, hands pulling him off the wall, into Rody, as his own were tangled in auburn locks. 

He had never felt like this before, this was too good to be true, he knew it. His mind told him to be prepared, he'd surely wake up any minute now, and yet he never did. Nonetheless, he kept waiting, it was terrifying, but in a thrilling way. Maybe this was a dream, that meant he didn't have to give a fuck. No fears, no consequences, he was free. He could give in, fulfill all of those needs long forgotten. He couldn't get enough, and yet he felt completely overwhelmed. He didn't know what to do, how to feel, anything. So he surrendered, completely turning off his brain. He was ruled by the sensations, that thing inside of him slowly rising, controlling his movements, like an instinct he'd long suppressed. 

He felt his knees part, a leg taking refuge between them, further pinning him to the wall. He could feel himself shaking, slowly losing balance, but the lower he slid against that very wall, the higher that knee rose against him. That contact was dangerous, and so was the smug look directed at him now. Like an artist admiring their creation, Vince could feel as Rody’s eyes memorized him, what he did to him, and he couldn't feel more wanted. 

They locked eyes, just as he was pulled down against that damned leg, which immediately took the opportunity to tease him, dragging itself onto him at a tantalizing pace. He wanted to crawl out of his own skin, craving the contact as if it was oxygen, he mustered up the last of the strength left in his muscles to get back on his own feet, pushing Rody back a little bit. 

The older man was left a bit confused, especially when he reached out to continue what he started, only to be met with swatting hands. 

“This is a bit unfair, don't you think?” Vincent signaled to his naked torso, then, pointed at the waiter's uniform which, although heavily disheveled, remained untouched. 

“Uhm… sure.” What followed was a rather cute display, as that idiot - a very well built, handsome, skilled idiot, but still! - nervously attempted to get out of his dress shirt, almost choking himself with the poorly tied bow tie. 

“Are you, uh- are you giggling?” Rody looked rather amused, but the sparkle in his eyes revealed a deeper emotion, one Vince couldn't afford to dissect. 

“I… I guess?” In his defense, Rody's theatrics were ridiculous to everybody but himself. On the other hand, Vincent Charbonneau did not giggle . He simply didn't, end of story. And he was damn good at masking his laughter too, that is, when he found anything worth laughing at at all. But somehow, right now, he couldn't care less. What if he was giggling? Tonight, the critically acclaimed chef was nowhere to be seen. What was left was the touch starved 20 year old lonely mess of a man, clinging to the only thing that’s made his pulse quicken in years, and his image was the last thing on his mind. 

The expectations, the predetermined life he was supposed to want, the opinions, the fears that kept him up at night, the control he so desperately craved, in here, in this office, it was all drowned. Not by a bottle, or the cigarettes in his pocket, but by the touch of someone. It was ridiculous.

Maybe that's why people cling to those ridiculous romance novels…

For the first time, the prospect of pleasure was within his grasp. Rody did something to him, something none of his previous partners could. He could finally understand why his colleagues were so enamored with the idea of women, even if he could never think of them in that way. And what if it was wrong, or unnatural? This - intimacy - was something he could never truly feel, never even wanted it either, but now that he's found it, he'd discovered that he was starving.

Lucky for him, he had a rather appetizing meal right in front of him. In the form of his blushing half-undressed employee, but one takes what they can get, right? Besides, he wasn't one to complain either…

So he did what any other would in his position, recaptured those lips. And next thing he knew he was being thrown across his desk, belt half-undone as kisses were left half-haphazardly across his body, trailing closer and closer to the darker circles in his chest. Waves of divine shocks pulse through his veins, blinding him to the fact that he was effectively pinned underneath the larger man. 

As he finished positioning himself, the oldest bent down to Vince’s ear, whispering: “Is this okay?”

His brain barely had time to register the confusion, for right after this question, Rody rolled his hips into Vincent's, effectively ripping any semblance of thought from his mind. If what he was feeling before was shocks, sparkles that teased his skin in such an inebriating way, this was an explosion, an all consuming fire that blinded him with its intensity.

“AH!~” He could no longer control his vocal cords, much less his legs, which had tangled themselves on Rody's back. 

Talking about him, the waiter wasn't unaffected either, having tightly shut his eyes, as he regained his breath. But he still decided to be a tease, murmuring against his neck: “What did you say?”

“Fuck, yes. YES! Don't you fucking stop!”

“Sure thing, boss.”

The idiot was giggling, GIGGLING! The audacity! With a smug smile all over his face too! Vincent wanted to strangle him right now. But soon those hips were moving again, bringing that fire back to life.

True to his word, Rody kept a steady pace. Not too fast, but enough to keep Vince on the edge, feeding that madness of a sensation taking control of his body. Still, unlike his rhythm, his hands were frantic, switching between guiding him in for kisses, holding his arms or hips, or even just hugging him close. It was probably for better hold, or to further contact, he knew this. And yet, he still felt like crying out every time it happened.

In the few moments of clarity, a small, but persistent part of him felt awkward. What should he do in a situation like this? It was silly, really, but he was holding one of the most beautiful men he'd ever laid his eyes upon. He wanted to just gaze upon him, admire his face, his hair, how it felt to be pressed against him, the way his chest rose, how his erratic breaths felt hitting his neck, the fullness of his lips, how his skin glistened in the low light, sweat rolling off his temple. He needed to memorize that concentrated expression, barely containing itself from crumbling in pleasure. 

Truth is, Rody was surprisingly good at volume control, at least if compared to the chef currently screaming himself hoarse. Nevertheless, he wasn't made of steel, letting out small little puffs of air against his skin. Alternately, to Vincent's dismay, he'd bite all over his chest to keep quiet. He discovered he loved his little noises, especially the gasps and whines that did manage to escape. They were rare, but oh so delicious. It felt good to know he could make him feel like that, it was making him crazy in such an unexpected way. He decided, right then and there, he could do anything to see such adoration in his complexion, he wanted to be needed, to be able to make him cry out in every single way he could, he wanted him to stay.

“Hah~ You're- I'm, fuck! I'm close.” The way he bit out the words served to confirm them, and it drove him crazy. Vince took it upon himself to make him crumble, not only matching his movements, but picking up the pace to an excruciating speed. It was his sweet revenge, and besides, he also greatly appreciated the motions. So he allowed himself to be petty, and if he got even bigger bite marks as a result, that was tomorrow's problem. 

This was heaven, especially as he felt nails dug themselves into his hips, driving him upwards as the larger man all but collapsed with a cry of his name. He kept up the pace, although slowed, even as Rody freezed, never letting go of him. And so Vincent didn't either, continuing to hug him through the intense explosion. 

That's when he felt little cold droplets hit his skin, shaking him to his core. He immediately froze, thoughts cutting through his head like a million stray knives. He didn't understand, he was effectively lost, like he'd never been before. 

Suddenly, he felt as the crying man sat up, as if burned by the body beneath him. As Vince rose after him, Rody was already getting dressed, shaking hands struggling with his belt. The panic set in - He wants to leave… - he lunged for anything he could reach, successfully catching one of his hands. 

The realization that the waiter was refusing to even look at him crumbled the ground he stood on, he felt small, as a wave of shame took hold of him.

“What have I done?! ” He wasn't the target of that sentence, he knew it was nothing more than an out-loud thought, murmured under one's breath unconsciously. So why? Why did he feel a dagger embedded on his chest, bleeding him dry of every semblance of happiness he could hope to still hold onto. It was the desperation in his tone, the disgust and self-hatred, as if he was begging to go back in time. To undo this mistake.

Taking in the state of the man in front of him, he gave up on any hopes to make him stay, to save any part of the sliver of paradise he had been gifted. He just needed to know, to understand, why? What had happened, had he done something? Had he read it all wrong?

“Rody-”

“I quit.”

NO.

“RODY!” The younger was desperate now, powerless in all the wrong ways, and still the larger man continued to dress himself, with renewed vigor. And he could do nothing but beg.

“Just, please! ” His legs were failing him. In a last ditch attempt to stop this, he clasped both his hands around Rody’s wrist, praying for any answer. “Please, talk to me.”

“I can't do this to her!”

The following silence was suffocating, even if short lived. 

“What.” It wasn't a question, it was a chance. An opportunity for the other man to rethink, and for himself, to pretend he'd heard wrong, to ignore it all.

“Look, I- I started all of this for her, Manon. I promised I'd get a job, and get myself together.” A dry laugh. “And here I am, cheating on my girlfriend with a- with, with you! ”

All of a sudden, he was back to staring at that mysterious darkness, except this time he knew exactly what it was. Nausea. Pure and simple. Both at himself, for ‘betraying Marieanne’, and directed at Vince. 

He's disgusted with me.

And it was all because of what, a long lost relationship with a woman who was already seeking out other people? This is unbelievable, truly.

“For fuck's sake, Rody! She doesn't want you! Christ, she hasn't for a while. She's done, moved on, she's probably out there fucking some other guy as we speak!” The regret hit as soon as he saw the rage behind emerald eyes, sharp jewels that shined with unrestrained anger. Especially, when it wasn't true. He knew she wasn't with anybody else, that is, besides himself.

“I. Quit.” His tone left no room for discussion, neither did his attitude, as he marched out of the office, slamming the door along the way. Still, Vincent wouldn't just let himself be discarded, cast off like some old plaything.

“STOP!” It was hard to think through the hurt, all of his emotions hushing through his head, rendering him a caged animal, driven by nothing but blinding rage and the instinct to fight. 

“Can you stop acting like this pathetic abandoned dog?! How many times do I have to tell you, she's gone! And you stalking her to hell won't change that. And neither will this pity party you throw every single time she's mentioned. Are you incapable of being your own person for one fucking night?!”

Without the anger to fuel him, he felt hollow. He knew he needed to correct what he just did, but in the end, he hadn't lied a single bit. He was tired, tired of tiptoeing around this. Finally it was out there, it was freeing, but he needed Rody to understand. And being rude wouldn't help with that at all. 

“Look, I'm sorry, but you have to recognize it's over. I just, I don't want you to suffer even more. She's not coming back! And I worry, okay?! I care about you! God, why do you think I hired you in the first place?!”

The waiter's expressions flashed so fast it gave him whiplash, and he continued to hang on every single breath he took. It was agonizing, but he was all but maxed out. He was done, with this rollercoaster, with these emotions, with this night, with this dance they kept doing, with pretending. It, too, was over now. 

And it immediately backfired.

“Fuck you! You, you're sick! This is sick, all of it!” He made to leave again, only for Vincent to put himself in front of the door. 

“Get the fuck out of my way!” He didn't touch Vince, but for a split second the aggression radiating off of him made him scared. He desperately wanted to hold his ground, but he had nothing left in him. And just seeing the usually upbeat clumsy jokester, who would always make the best of a situation, glare at him with such disdain. He felt like crying. 

So he stepped out of the way without another word, heading to his office. He barely hesitated when he heard the door slam shut, but he knew there wasn't a thing left to look back for. It was a lost cause, and yet he desperately wanted to keep clinging to some delusional hope that this was still salvageable. Rody would walk back in at any moment, or he would wake up back in his room after some liquor induced fever dream - or nightmare, all things considered.

He collapsed on the very desk he'd been perched on earlier, when the tears strolling down his face were a result of the pleasure induced joy. Now, he couldn't even cry, for he had no tears left, he was nothing more than a used up rag. Discarded and forgotten. 

When the telephone rang, he was barely aware of his surroundings. Picking it up out of habit, in a daze. He heard her voice, something about a dinner he'd never gotten back to her about. He couldn't focus. His hand brushed against something, fabric, a shirt. The shirt he'd given his employee - if he still was that - a couple of hours earlier. He laughed out of despair, lifting it up to his face. 

The smell brought back newly formed memories, turned sour so soon, and he suddenly needed a drink. 

He told her something, probably a yes to whatever she wanted, all he registered was the loathing her voice dug out as she asked: “My house, is that okay?”.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, she wanted to meet at a night like this?! Ha. She would, wouldn't she? After all, all this bitch is ever good for is ruining whatever good thing happens to him. And Rody still loves her. Even when she's bland, and self absorbed, and just like all the other women he's ‘dated’.

At that moment, he understood. It wasn't about what he could give, or what he was doing. No. It was about what he could feel. It was about love, that pestering unforgiving thing, he could never truly get. Of course he would fall for her - ‘She's so sweet!’ - she's filled with it, so much it's dripping down her every fucking pore. And isn't it what everyone wants, they need to feel loved, they live off it. He needs to show him he too can give love, shower him in it, serve it on a silver platter, so he can taste it all. 

“Mine. My place.” He responded, hanging up almost immediately.

He knew what he had to do, to show Rody that he too could give him love. Mind made up, he went about cleaning up. Eventually stumbling across the discarded drinks - instantly downing the much deserved scarlet tranquilizer - and the forgotten ‘dead plate’ he'd so tenderly prepared. It was no bother, this next dish he'd serve would be so full of love that he would finally realize just what Vincent can actually give him. And he'd be solving both of their problems, it was perfect. It will be perfect! 

As he heard the bell on top of the bistro's door ring, signaling her arrival, he quickly stashed away his utensil. He couldn't have her stressed, the meat would be too full of nerves, and he could never serve such a thing. He was a renowned chef after all, he ought to have strict standards, especially with the most important dish of his life.

She called for him, so he signaled her over. “In the kitchen.” Her footsteps responded almost instantaneously, driving closer and closer. So he hid. She would look for him, he knew, and she wouldn't check the blacked out corner closest to the freezer, because why would she? But she would walk by it to check his office, and she wouldn't see a thing. It was best like this, no fight, no noise, nothing. 

So when she entered, with another call of his name, he took hold of the knife, counted her footsteps, and most of all…

He smiled.

[dnangelic]

@espectres asked: ❝ It's for your art room. ❞ Shou explains with a fond smile, tapping on the edge of the opened white gift box held in Daisuke's hands. Giddiness glistening in his eyes and seeping through crinkles along them, despite how much he tries to play it cool. A suncatcher, hung into the interior of the box by careful pins, displayed delicately as every detail made itself fabulously present. Stained glass in shapes of a few, small dancing rabbits following one another, each on their strings leading to all kinds of bright and colorful gemstones and crystals arranged together smartly, ready to break daylight into countless colorful slivers of shine, alluring, pleasant to look at, inspiring even. ❝ My Kaa-chan is good with jewelry, she was a great help. ❞ Promptly, he feels heat rising to his cheeks, thinly clogging his ears uncomfortably. Giving away a hint, indicating that the whole thing was handmade, with help of his mother- but by himself. God, it all feels so sappy. His hands retreat to his pockets, smile simmering into a tight line as he momentarily averts eyes, awaiting a comment or a reaction like a boiling pot ready to erupt. It's utterly silly, how the sheer embarrassment almost makes him forget the other gift. ❝ Shit, wait - ❞ Is it too late now that Daisuke has already opened the first one? Would it be breaking some kind of unsaid rule? Shou was sure he had already done that somehow. It doesn't make him as nervous as he should be, though. ❝ This is for Dark. ❞ A small box fetched from the depth of his pocket, it sits in the palm of his hand with ease, plain and black with an even darker bow adorning its width. It hides a pair of silver earrings, dangle ones with long, simple bars design, something that wouldn't draw a lot of attention when shinning in the darkness, perhaps a little practical for the Phantom Thief career, trivial as it seemed. ( IT'S NOV 11TH FOR ME IDK TIMEZONES ARE CONFUSION. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE DUDES. )

and it feels extra embarrassing to have shou of all people subtly flustering before him ; leaves the niwa shy , timid , and awkward as ever --- but daisuke can't help it , and maybe shou would understand that before giving him a good sudden slap or shake to loosen up the atmosphere , complete with some sort of goading , dislodging remark that would somehow save face for both of them , instead of leaving them to stand about like a pair of two nervous puppies just seconds away from leaping at each other . shou's giddiness was a thing evident enough to turn infectious , and daisuke liked to think that he understood just what kind of gift this truly was : a mixture of equal understandings and their very own bared hearts .

wasn't it breathtaking ? wasn't it inspiring ? wasn't it both made and meant just for him ? a connected prismatic of myriad colors and lights , complete with rabbits : the perfect self-expression and reminder of shou's very own person --- of course , that was right , shou-kun's always been just like this . when daisuke dares to delicately remove the other's handiwork and lift it upwards so that it could better shine , it briefly seems a halo in the air ; the niwa's very own accepted , adopted glimmer and crepuscular ray . the boy's smile itself as he admires it is nothing short of divine , the instinctive shift of his free palm to his chest the first clue to the bursting well and frantic pound that was starting to grow beneath .

' ... it's amazing , ' his breath , despite how close it seems to a gasp of wonder , still summons a gentle , cherubic gust that winds about the decorating rabbits . the dancing light and jubilant hares in his eyes is everything reflected ; a sunset backdrop , a red wheat-field of awe . ' is it really okay if i have something like this ? even though your kaa-chan helped you with it , too ? '

he liked to think that he understood just how much shou loved his mother ; how much tenderness must have been patiently imbued into their shared craft . surely shou , who was only ever honest with himself and his opinions and desires , did not labor over such beautiful things with his most loved figure for just anyone . meanwhile , prized art , objects , and jewelry-pieces were far from any sort of rarity within the phantom thief's hands , but there had never once been anything like this before , either .

theft ; taking , was never the same as becoming recipient ; giving .

--- and the act of generosity too , by any sort of standard , should have been considered a human miracle .

in the moment of silence that shou leaves him to fill , dark's presence sweeps in like the fluttering cover of his cloak and black wings . daisuke allows it , feeling the tips of his fingers lending one last touch to the suncatcher before it's put carefully away , back into its container's interior . ' ... for me ? ' it sounds incredulous and yet , daisuke can still see everything ; understood that dark as well would hear and share every traded echo of thought , every pulse of warmth and strong feeling .

' i don't really like being an afterthought , but since you actually bothered to get me something ... i guess i can forgive you . ' it's --- a lie , and daisuke nearly desperately exposes it to no one who would hear but dark himself . you're feeling just as unworthy as i am . you're feeling just as speechless and happy . instead the soul of the niwa merely watches as the small box is opened , and the earrings are briefly marveled at with an expert eye . you were worried it might have been a trick . "i" can't remember anyone's last kindness , "i" can't remember anyone's last gift , "i" can't even begin to imagine why anyone would ever bother to celebrate my own birth like this ...

quietly , with a different sort of smile from his usual sharp-tooth grins , dark affixes both earrings onto his person before testing and demonstrating their placements with a quick flick . ' ... well , how is it ? sorry if you were hoping i'd burst into flames or get a rash from the silver , but the color still suits me well , right ? ' emiko as well would have been no doubt thrilled to learn of the accessories' importance , quick to catch on and even quicker to coordinate with a mother's hen-pecking insistence . ' lucky you . everyone will want a pair after seeing the great phantom thief dark wearing these for his next heist . but if that isn't enough , then ... '

a cold hand presses upon shou's head to amiably ruffle the boy's hair , the swiftly-generated heat of frazzle and friction his unspoken gratitude --- when dark's palm finally falls over the boy's face in a brief curtain , daisuke is soon left standing before him once more , gifts and boxes in arms , earrings still in place at his very own lobes . the red flush of his cheeks deepen until he gasps a little at the realization of his returning shift --- but because the only person in front of him was shou , the niwa easily finds it in himself to muster up his very best smile , punctuated by the rare , blissful sound of a carefree laugh .

' --- thank you , shou-kun ! ' not just from me , but dark as well . ' with something like this , i think i can keep going for the rest of my life ! i'll take good care of everything . i'll keep it all right with me ... ! ' and then , day by day , whether time moved on into a week , a month , or even years from now , ' i'll always ... always be looking at it and thinking of you . i hope you'll remember that , okay ? even if i don't get to always see or hear you in person , your voice has still definitely reached me . ' just as , perhaps , shou had never recoiled at the sight of him , or his secrets ; his other self , or his hidden life . there were things that could be laid bare only between them , and what could have possibly been more precious than that ?

sappy , embarrassing , awkward and filled with spontaneous moments --- above all else , what they had was still undeniably sincere .

[thefamilyeldritchabomination]

Chapter Ten: Thank You For The Venom Pt. 7

 “Oh Sloth, we did try to reach you seven or eight times on the phone, but you just wouldn’t answer it.” Lust snidely said in a smooth yet condescending tone, not happy with how Sloth behaved earlier.

 “You should’ve answered earlier, Sloth, I would’ve been able to get your stuff out of there too.” Envy felt good upon seeing Sloth being irate even if it was a mild expression.

 “Do I at least get a room to stay in?” Sloth asked, her tone having some mild form of emotion in there.

 “Of course Sloth, we’re not heartless monsters here. Here, as a sign of goodwill from all three of us, here’s the key for apartment A-4.” Lust handed the keys of ill fortune into Sloth’s hand, having that sickly sweet smile as she did so.

 Closing the door on Sloth’s face, Lust walked back to the table to savor the moment. Envy was about to protest giving Sloth a room when they saw that smirk on Lust’s face. A similar smirk started to grow on Envy’s face, leaving Dolly confused about the whole thing.

 “Lust, spill, what room did you give Sloth?” Envy asked, eager to hear what trick Lust pulled.

 “Oh nothing special, just a room that had a murder in it with permanent odor from the corpse and how well hidden it was.” Lust softly purred that one out, smirking away at the success of giving Sloth that awful room. “That’s perfect Lust, that’s an absolutely perfect room to shove that little brat into for ignoring our calls.” Envy grinned in pure sadistic glee, eager to see the aftermath to that one.

 “Should we worry? I mean Sloth did show emotion on her face.” Dolly looked a bit concerned that the normally neutral Sloth was emotional.

 “With Sloth? Not really, she tends to put things off like her name says. Besides, she knows what’ll happen if she retaliates.” Lust said, not once feeling much fear about Sloth.

 “That and it’s her last few months before her ‘retirement party’, so we’re cutting Sloth some slack by giving her the corpse room.” Envy added, maliciously shrugging away without a care.

 “But Sloth can turn into water…how are we going to give her a ‘retirement party’?” Gluttony spoke up, earning stares from Lust and Envy as he brought up a very good point.

 “Wait, if she can turn into water, does that mean Sloth could get into the pipeline? Like Sloth could purposefully allow herself to be consumed to only either burst out from the inside or possibly dry drown in retaliation.” Dolly added looking really mortified at knowing that’s Sloth’s ability.

 Lust and Envy both went silent for the time being at the implications of what could possibly happen if Sloth decided to retaliate in a gruesome fashion. True, Sloth was always unassuming, mainly because of her secretary job and the general demeanor, however, never once had anger been something to consider. Sloth did, afterall, surprise everyone with the blackmailing earlier, there was a chance she could surprise them again in a violent fashion. Taking in a breath, doing their damndest to be calm, Envy looked at Dolly. “And now we’ll be using our target’s bathroom and water system for the time being while Sloth is here.” Envy declared, seeing their plumbing is compromised and Sloth wouldn’t go after the target’s plumbing without getting into trouble with Dante.

 “Fair enough, I mean no one wants a cup of Sloth.” Dolly agreed to this sudden plan.

 “Good, that resolves that small dilemma.” Lust relaxed a bit at having a place to go to for tea in the morning.

 “Now that’s taken care of, I’m heading out. I need to order in the lab rats and do some things.” Envy said, sauntering off to do whatever Envy wants to do on the rest of their day off.

 There were plans in Envy’s mind now as they left the apartment and headed out to carry them out. The test rats were the first thing to do obviously, then Envy could cut off Shou Tucker in a gruesome fashion. Harvesting bones from Tucker should be an easy enough task, though Envy would have to figure out how to sharpen the bones into weaponry. There was a small pause for a moment on what to do with the skull before figuring Envy could just craft a nice mug from it. That would be a treasured item in Envy’s belongings should they get their hands on a skull to drink from. Shifting into their library nerd disguise, Envy exited the complex and headed out on their merry way. Thoughts of  bone weapons and skull mugs seemed to dance in Envy’s mind as they stopped for a moment. The library was nearby when Envy remembered the exhibit back at the museum and debated on something for a short bit. The phantom island template did say to check out Ancient Xing mythology if they wanted more information and Envy had shoplifted the journal earlier. The rats could wait a little bit as Envy made a small change in plans as they headed up to the library instead.

[noteriii]

not to be a simp but id do anything for more shoto x streamer!reader where they are so obviously into each other and everyone ships them 😔 shoto the things u do to me

i hope i did your request justice, anon! i really enjoyed writing this and feeding the shou simps out there >;3

shxtou x streamer!reader

synopsis: moments you and shoto had on stream and one off

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the “shoot your shot”.

leaning closer to the screen, jaw clenched and eyes focused, you visibly scowl at the sound of his voice laughing. not with you, no. at you. your 2D model seems to glare as you bite your lip in anticipation, skillfully aiming your mouse in the perfect spot. the stream chat flooded with random words of encouragement as you were in a valorant “training” custom game. your opponent? beloved vtuber companion, shxtou. shou, if you wanted to be nice to him. 

“come on, y/n. if you get this headshot i’ll give you a big sloppy kiss.” your friend says, a teasing smile contaminating his tone. your viewers watch as your character’s eyes widen, mimicking your real self. the heart monitor seemed to pick up on your flusteredness as well, but you chose to ignore it. with careful movement, you see his chosen agent, back to you. with quick actions, you take the shot and laugh to yourself, reading the small ‘HEADSHOT’ title come into view. shoto yells in response to his death, shocked to his very core. “there is no fucking way. no way.” he repeats in disbelief. pulling your microphone closer to yourself, you glance into your camera. “come on, shou. where’s my kiss?” you asked him lightly, causing him to laugh. he seems to have gotten closer to his microphone as well, speaking lowly as if right into your ears. “you’ll have to come over to get it, sweetie.” he says effortlessly. 

your chat blows up like never before. 

“DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT??”

“Y/N PLS”

“DO IT DO IT DO IT”

“OSGOHS SHOTO AND Y/NGHEOGUHESOG”

your heart races as you lean back into your chair, letting out an airy laugh. “eww don’t say stuff like that!!” you giggle, covering your face in embarrassment though the camera couldn’t catch the bright blush on your face as you read the chat from the corner of your eye. “no, come on. i promised you the kiss and you deserve it.” he says to you lightly as his character respawns. he walks over to you in game and presses shift, his agent moving up and down excitedly. “okay wait c’mere.” you tell him, moving closer before laughing. “mmmmwwuaahh!” you made a kissy noise as you pressed your character against his. he copies your actions, giving your game agent a multitude of overexaggerated kisses. 

you inwardly wished they were real- and so did shoto. 

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the “besties only”. 

“hey babe.” you say, creating emphasis on the cheesy nickname. “aww goodmorning, darling. how are you?” he instantly banters back as you cringe to yourself. “i’m a lot better now that we’re talking, sweetie.” you reply to him, stifling your giggles as you watch your friends’ models exchange looks of shock. mysta rias is the first to speak. “i’m sorry, did i miss something? why are you guys flirting?” he asks, causing both you and shoto to burst in a small fit of laughter. “can’t i flirt with my super totally real boyfriend?” you ask in between your laughs. iron mouse scoffs at your statement, joining your laughter. “boyfriend? no way you managed to pull someone so easily.” she jokes, laughing as you sit there, in shock, as you try to calm your laughter. “nah, mouse, that was FOUL.” you laugh. shoto speaks up again, “haven’t you guys seen the fan art? the guildies and (whatever you call your viewers) love us together.” he explains. in the midst of the chat messages, you read that he was, indeed correct. “yeah, a little too much.” mysta says, fake gagging to show his disgust. “aww are you jealous it’s not you they’re drawing him with?” you teased into your microphone. everyone laughs and they accept the joke. you and shoto always joke-flirted. this was nothing but you and your friend messing with them and all of your viewers for the content. shxtou and you? nothing but a duo who liked to laugh.

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the “comforting”.

you were wrapped up, sitting with your legs hugged towards your frame comfily. it was getting colder, as winter approached, so you and your 2D model were bundled in a sweater and f/c blanket over your shoulders. you felt at ease and comfortable at your desk, a warm cup of coffee sitting safely to the side. though you felt warm and cozy, your friend was on edge and anxious. as he played a new horror game, you had decided to watch in attempts to keep him company whilst he streamed. on his screen was the game and his character, along with yours sitting right on his shoulder cutely. “what if whatever’s chasing you is over there?” you asked him, half jokingly. the purple haired streamer stopped in his tracks, turning around. “nope. i’m done. y/n i don’t like this game.” he panics, running away from the place you had mentioned. laughing at his reaction, you read through his chat every once in a while. 

“shoto, i was joking. im pretty sure you should just-” your explanation was cut off by a scream, causing you to let out a small yelp in surprise as well. as the monster chased him, you laugh lightly. “y/n help i can’t please i don't know where to go!!” shoto pleads for help as his game character proceeds to run. “i can’t help you? i’m not playing!!” you tell him quickly. “y/n,”your friend whines, “hold my hand at least. this is scary.” he tells you in what you think was a pouty tone. “want me to hold your hand? i can hold your hand, shou. don’t worry.” you tell him comfortingly. though you could not do it at the very moment, his heart warmed hearing the words. his viewers awed at your interaction, accepting the normal flirty banter between you two. that’s all it was, though, for now. 

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the “subtle hints”. 

letting out an over exaggerated sigh, you glanced into the camera, pouting. your 2D model, of course, mirrored your actions to the stream. “guys,” you say to your chat, “shoto is so mean to me.” you claim, a false sadness lacing your voice. “what- what are you even saying?!!” the other person in call says. “look! he doesn’t even know what he did wrong!!” you plea, starting to ‘cry’ to your viewers. “n/n, come on..” shoto says with a defeated sigh. his tone makes you hold back a laugh. “no! you’ve hurt my feelings already. we’re done!” you say dramatically. “chat, you’re not allowed to ship shoto x y/n anymore!” you say as your friend gasps. 

“tHEY WERE ACTUALLY DATING?” 

“NOOOO SHXTOU PLS” 

“y/n yOU CANT SAY THAT” 

“NOOGOERHGOEUGHNOOOOOO” 

you bite back a smile at the flooding chat, glancing at your phone sitting on its stand on your desk. on your screen, a muted facetime call with your friend on the other side, smiling as well. his hair was messy and, from the camera angle, you see the black hoodie and a peek of white sweatpants. he glances over to you, flashing you a smile that causes your heart to burst and a blush crawling onto your face. your flustered expression and his smile doesn’t go unnoticed by your stream, a whole new flood of messages flowing through. but, you didn’t really bother to read them right now. not while shoto mouthed a faint “i love you.” to you through your personal call. no, it was truly just you and him. and though you’d only ever known him through a screen, you smile at him and mouth the words back. 

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the “peppermint”.

you were exhausted, to say the least. after a straight week of back to back streams, you were grateful for your short two day break. though it wasn’t a full, laboring job, it takes a lot to just sit in front of a screen and entertain others for hours on end. more so because they couldn’t actually see you. setting your headset down after a particularly long stream, you lean against your desk- elbows resting on the hard surface as you cradle your head in your hands tiredly. you absolutely adored your job and the friends you’ve made along the way. although, sometimes, you needed a break. with a sigh, you stand from your seat and stretch in an attempt to sooth your tense muscles. while you stretch, there’s a ring from your front door. fixing your hair messily as you move to open the door, you wondered who could be visiting you on a random tuesday afternoon. from the peep hole, you see a mop of dark purple hair you could never mistake. 

opening the door, you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding as he wrapped his arms around your frame. “what are you doing here?” you ask him, your friend, your duo, and the one who you held so many feelings for. “i heard you were having a bad week so i came over..” he explains, his embrace tightening just a bit. you buried your face into his chest, taking in a whiff of his cologne. “you flew over here just because i’m a little moody today?” you joked, entirely grateful that he was here, right in front of you. he runs his fingers through your hair, kissing the top of your head. “say it already, you missed me.” he says lightly as he awkwardly shuffles you both back into your small apartment, closing the door behind him as he attempts to keep an arm around you. you look up at him, feeling a blush crawling onto your face at this new sense of closeness. “i missed you, shou. thank you for coming over.” you tell him quietly, sincerely. he looks into your eyes and you look into his, getting lost in the dark shades. “can i kiss you?” he asks you quietly, almost afraid to ask. the moment you nod, his lips are on yours gently. they were soft and you could taste a hint of peppermint before he pulls away, cupping your face with both of his hands. he smiles at you, causing your heart to beat faster than it ever has before. “fuck, y/n.” he mumbles, “i love you so much.” he tells you before kissing your face all over, holding back his laughs as he does so. you giggle at the affection, smiling at him. 

“i love you too, stupid.” 

[girl-next-door-writes]

Serendipity (or Sherlock)

Characters: Mycroft x reader

Summary: When Mycroft invites you to his parent’s home for Christmas, he didn’t realise he was giving his little brother the perfect opportunity to torture him.

Word Count: 1433 words

Prompt: only one bed

A/N: This is for the marvelous @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek as part of my ‘build-a-blurb’ follower celebration.

He could just call a car. It would be easy enough, call a car to come and get him and take him back to London, or a nearby hotel. Surely there would be a hotel somewhere close with a vacant room, even at this time of year. When he had told his mother that you would be accompanying him home this Christmas, he hadn’t meant it in any romantic way. Not that he didn’t want to be in a romantic entanglement with you, just that he believed you would not wish to be linked to him in such a manner. What he hadn’t been aware of, although in hindsight he should have known, was that Sherlock had been feeding his mother mis-information for weeks until the point he was fairly certain she half expected to witness a proposal on Christmas morning.

“Mycroft, it’s okay, I can always sleep on the floor.” Your voice broke his stillness, bringing him back to the reality of the moment instead of him just staring at his childhood bed. A bed he had never shared, except for the odd occasion where Sherlock had a nightmare.

“Nonsense. You will not be sleeping on the floor!” He frowned at you even believing that was a possibility. “I shall sleep downstairs. The sofa is comfortable enough.”

“With your back? I don’t think that would be a good idea. Plus, it would leave you vulnerable to a Sherlockian prank. Do you really want to wake up with only one eyebrow?” You smirked and Mycroft found himself feeling at ease, despite the awkwardness of the situation.

“Why, when my brother brings friends to family events is he not expected to share his bed?” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, can you imagine the conversation between Sherlock and John about sharing a bed?” you giggled and the smile on Mycroft’s lips only grew at the sound.

“That does not help our current predicament though. It isn’t as if the bed is large enough to share comfortably.” He frowned as he looked once again at the single bed, pressed up against the wall with a multitude of cosy blankets over it.

“Well, I’m game if you are. I have to warn you though, my feet are freezing!” You wandered over to pick out your pyjamas from your bag and Mycroft discovered he had lost all ability to function. You were going to spend the entire night squashed beside him in his childhood bed? He was a grown man, but right now he felt like a teenager who had a pretty girl in his room for the first time.

He let you use the bathroom first, then he scurried in there to change and give himself a pep talk. This was not a big deal. Nothing to worry about. Just two friends sleeping in a small space, it just meant you felt comfortable with him, that was all. No need to read into anything.

Taking a deep breath, he entered the bedroom once again. The soft light from the bedside lamp illuminated the room, and he felt his breath catch as his eyes landed upon you, all warm and cosy in his bed, waiting for him to join you. You had taken the side nearest the wall, pushing yourself against it to allow him as much space as you could, but he could tell that you would still be in very close contact.

The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as he crossed the room, carefully lifting the blanket to allow him to join you without letting in any cold air. Once he had slipped into bed, he was surprised when you reached across him and switched out the light. The warmth of your body, the way your breath fanned over his skin for a fraction of a second, had his eyes fluttering closed as he swallowed thickly. No. He had to push thoughts like that away, lest his body begin to react in a way that would reveal his secret longing.

He felt you settle down beside him, felt your breath against his shoulder, and he turned to face you, smiling softly in the dark. It took a few moments for his eyes to grow accustomed to the darkness, but once they had, he was rewarded with a sight he had only dreamed of. Your eyes were closed, lips pouted slightly, your chest rising and falling softly. He was so captivated by you that he reached out, unthinking, to brush your hair from your face, his fingertips ghosting over your skin. The corners of your mouth quirked up and confirmed to him that, despite appearances, you were not sleeping.

“Are you warm enough?” he whispered, his tone hushed and reverent as he tried to find any excuse to engage you in conversation.

“If I say no, what would you do about it?” You smirked, opening your eyes to look at him.

“Fair point,” he conceded, returning your smile as his eyes twinkled a little in the gloom. “How about your feet?”

“What do you think?” You asked before placing your ice-cold feet against his calf.

“BLOODY HELL!” He jumped, shifting his weight a little and nearly falling out of bed. You grabbed him and, for a brief moment, the two of you teetered precariously on the edge of the bed before you managed to pull him back towards the wall, where he landed on top of you. He could feel your body shaking with laughter and soon enough his own mingled with yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.” You giggled, looking up at him with such adoration he couldn’t convince himself it was anything other.

“Well, you haven’t put your bloody freezing feet on my practically bare leg before.” He teased, resting on his forearms as he tried to take some of his weight off you.

“What? Like this?” You asked innocently before wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing the soles of your feet against his thighs.

“Menace!” he shrieked before looking towards the door guiltily. He didn’t want to wake anyone, and he certainly didn’t want someone barging in when he was in this position with you. Your giggles brought a fond smile to his face, and he shook his head as his gaze once again found yours. “I should have bought you bed socks for Christmas. Or perhaps a hot water bottle?”

“Nah, I don’t need them. Not when I’ve got you to keep me warm.” You hum, and Mycroft can feel the heat rising in his cheeks.

“Oh, so you plan on stealing my body heat?” He raised an eyebrow as he smirked down at you, “And what do I get in return?”

“My unfailing gratitude?” You smiled hopefully.

“Really? And what would that entail?” Mycroft hummed, suddenly a little lost in your eyes.

“What would you like it to entail, Mr Holmes?” you murmured, tilting your head up towards his. Your lips were now a fraction of an inch from his and you seemed to hang there, awaiting his response.

Was it possible his feelings were reciprocated? His mind trailed over all the evidence that would support such an idea. You hadn’t balked at the idea of sharing his bed, had encouraged closer proximity, right now you had your legs wrapped around him and your lips looked so kissable.

Mycroft stopped thinking and just let his body give in, closing the space between the two of you, and it felt as if he had been under water his entire life, finally breaking the surface and taking a deep breath of fresh air. His fingers tangled in your hair as his lips moulded to yours. When you parted your lips and deepened the kiss, he couldn’t help but let out a low moan.

Eventually, he had to pull back in order to catch his breath. You looked even more beautiful now, hair mussed, lips swollen with his kisses. “If that is your unfailing gratitude then I will happily keep your feet warm each and every night, my darling,” he murmured, and part of him really hoped you would let him do just that.

Mycroft would later recount the story of how the two of you began your relationship, only he would say it was a fortunate stroke of serendipity, a happy turn of events brought about by fate. He saw no point in allowing his brother to claim he was instrumental in the proceedings; it was the perfect revenge for his interference in the first place. Although, secretly, he was very glad he had.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 46)

Summary: Wedding planning can be stressful, at least there’s always the bachelor and bachelorette parties to unwind

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Language! Angst! Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! 

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 46: Fighting your double

This past week had been a week from hell. It was the halfway point until your wedding day and the planning had really ramped up. Pepper or Tony were seemingly calling you constantly to ask you something. You were really grateful for the help but between the wedding planning and your Avengers work. You felt like you barely breathed the last couple weeks.

Especially since one of your teams had been a literal and constant headache. Where the Avengers had expanded you had been taking on more agents so they could do missions that didn’t need an Avenger. This meant each Avenger, well you Steve and Nat, over saw about 3 to 5 different teams. With the plans to spread the load further down the line.

One of your newest teams was the worst team you had ever seen. Individually they were all perfect agents, some of the best. They couldn’t for the life of them work together. They were worse than when the Avengers originally got together. You had tried everything and nothing seemed to work. You were now having to consider a complete reshuffle of the teams which would be a ball ache or drop the agents completely which you didn’t wanna do.

The cherry on the top was that this week just had to be the week Mother Nature decided to visit. Steve had been as comforting as he could be, he was literally perfect. Grabbing whatever you needed whenever. The only problem was that it was becoming slightly overwhelming. He pulled the covers up for you last night and tucked you in, like you were a child.

Needless to say when you finally got back to your room after an exhausting day. You were in a foul mood. Steve was reclined on the couch reading when you stormed into the room. Heading straight into the bedroom grabbing a change of clothes.

“Hey you okay?” He asks sitting up and looking over at you.

“Peachy” you grumble chucking your clothes in the hamper and shrugging on a jumper.

“How was the team?” Steve asks getting up and moving to lean against the door frame.

“Same old, same old still not working together” you tell him running your hands over your forehead into your hair.

“Have you thought about sending them to Jensen? He sorted us lot out” Steve asks walking further into the room.

“Yeah they went last week, Jensen was just as lost” you scoff shaking your head.

“Do you want me to try something?” Steve offers crossing his arms over his chest.

It was a simple offer, that maybe if he’d offered any other day or week you’d be grateful for. But today it just rubbed you up the wrong way and was the last thing you needed to hear.

“No Steve! I don’t need you fixing goddamn everything!” You snap making him look back at you surprised.

“I’m just trying to help” he counters holding his hands up in defence.

“I don’t need your help! I don’t need you to swoop in and fix everything! I don’t need babying!” You argue back squaring up to him.

“I’m not babying you” he says frowning down at you.

“You tucked me in like a child last night! I can barely move or do anything without you stepping in to do it for me! What next are you going brush my teeth for me?” You scoff shaking your head at him turning away to walk towards the bed.

“Oh c’mon Y/N! You’re being ridiculous!” Steve complains making you quickly turn round to face him.

“Ridiculous? I’m being ridiculous?” You exclaim.

“Yes! I’m just trying to make things easier for you” Steve argues.

“No Steve! Ridiculous is 8 grown ass adults not being able to get along meaning I now have to reorganise other teams, basically punishing them for other people’s issues! Ridiculous is getting constant texts and calls from Tony and Pepper to confirm details for a wedding in just over a month! Ridiculous is your fiancé treating you like a fucking child!” You shout back at him feeling yourself get more and more worked up.

“You know what Steve I can’t deal with this right now” you sigh shaking your head holding your hands up.

“Where are you going?” Steve asks as you walk out of the bedroom.

“I don’t know! Just out! Anywhere away from here” you tell him sharply.

“Away from me” he states following you.

“Right now, yes!” You shout slamming the door behind you.

You instantly headed outside taking a deep breath when you stepped out. The sun was starting to set, a time of day which you normally loved. But today even the golden rays of sun couldn’t qualm your sour mood. You walk off in the direction of the only place you could think of right now.

Walking along the jetty you don’t even think twice before diving into the lake. You didn’t even care or bother about stopping yourself from getting wet. You swim along the surface to the centre of the lake before allowing yourself to sink. As you drifted to the bottom in your air bubble you could see all the different fish swimming around. Probably wondering who the hell you were.

You relaxed at the feeling of weightlessness, the sound of absolutely nothing. Closing your eyes and letting your mind drift off, forgetting about everything that was troubling you. It wasn’t like your problems could follow you down here anyway. You were completely closed off from the rest of the world. As your problems melted out of your mind you soon realised how tired you actually were. Soon dozing off at the bottom of the lake.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for. It was long enough for the sun to completely set and the moon and the stars take its place. You felt much better than you did before, no longer as angry. You knew you still had to face your problems, and Steve, but they seemed less daunting now.

You begin making your way back up to the surface. When you broke to the surface you push your hair out of your face. When you turn to look over at the jetty you spot the silhouette of someone sat at the edge. You instantly knew who it was despite not being able to see anything but their outline. You’d recognise that outline anywhere.

You start swimming over, Steve becoming much more clearer as you do so. When you reach him you don’t instantly climb out. Instead you rest up against the edge, crossing your arms on the jetty besides him.

“I was starting to think you weren’t out here” Steve says after a moment of silence, his fingers fiddling in his lap as he looked out over the lake.

“How long have you been out here?” You ask him.

“Well it’s nearly midnight, so about 4 hours” he sighs looking at his watch.

You just nod your head slightly looking down. You hadn’t realised you’d napped for so long. You also couldn’t believe that not only did Steve know exactly where to find you but that he’d just sat here for 4 hours waiting for you.

“I came to apologise, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have called you ridiculous, it was out of line” he says looking over at you.

“No I was being ridiculous, I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you it was uncalled for” you sigh shaking your head as you climb out onto the jetty sitting besides Steve.

“It’s fine honestly” Steve says but you interrupt.

“No its not, it’s really not you have been so unbelievably sweet and I repay you by being an ungrateful brat” you sigh.

“I wouldn’t say ungrateful brat, a pushy princess maybe” Steve says smirking over at you making you snort with laughter.

“but I was overbearing too, took it too far” he adds with a small smile.

“Only slightly but it was really sweet, I honestly couldn’t ask for a better guy” you tell him resting your head against his shoulder.

Steve smiles wrapping his arm around you and kissing the top of your head.

“And look I’ll step up and help with the wedding planning take some of that off your plate” he offers making you smile.

“Thank you, maybe this weekend we can sit down with Tony and Pepper and sort a large chunk of it out” you suggest.

“Yeah that sounds good, and with the team situation if you want my help reorganising the teams just let me know, a couple of my teams have members we could swap around” Steve tells you making you smile.

“Thank you Steve, so, so much you’re incredible I don’t deserve you” you say.

“If anyone doesn’t deserve someone it’s me, I don’t know how I manage to get you princess,” Steve says shaking his head.

“Agree to disagree,” you say making him laugh.

“Deal, now c’mon let’s head inside to bed, I promise I won’t tuck you in this time” he says offering you his hand.

You laugh taking his hand and standing up with him. You go to step away towards the compound but Steve pulls you back into his arms. You look up to see him smiling down at you before he cups your cheek and kisses you deeply.

“What was that for?” You smile up at him, your hand resting on his shoulders.

“Because I love you and I hate fighting with you” he sighs resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, and I hate fighting but I’m glad we do” you say with a small shrug of your shoulders.

Steve looks back at you confused, with a brow arched in question.

“Because its healthy, if we never fought we’d never be truly honest with each other, we’d bury our feelings” you explain one hand moving to the nape of his neck.

Steve smiles down at you “as long as we never go to bed upset with each other” he says.

“Never, I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep without you” you say making him smile.

“Me neither” he smiles leaning down to kiss you once more.

Like promised Steve took over more of the wedding planning. Meaning you had far less calls from both Tony and Pepper. He did still double check everything with you of an evening wanting everything to be perfect. But you didn’t mind that, it was easier to double check than make the initial decision.

The agents had sorted themselves out too. You had given them one last chance before switching the teams around. During this last chance they were sent out on a mission, one of which went sideways as expected but it actually caused them to band together. Guess a near death experience helps creates bonds. In a space of two weeks they had gone from a team that couldn’t stand each other to one of the tightest. You of course were very proud.

Another great thing was the planning for the bachelor and bachelorette parties were in full swing. You had absolutely no clue what was happening with yours. You were however involved in the planning of Steve’s. A fact he wasn’t entirely pleased with, especially since you wouldn’t tell him a single thing.

“But we’re not supposed to have secrets” Steve pouted as he leant against the kitchen counter.

You glanced over at him laughing when you saw his arms crossed. Looking exactly like a 5-year-old mid tantrum. You shake your head at him going back to the food you were preparing.

“Now you’re laughing at me” he complains.

“Stop pouting like a child then” you laugh “your party is supposed to be a surprise, how can it be if I tell you what’s gonna happen”

“But you know! I don’t know anything about your bachelorette party, how is that fair” he points out making your laugh even more.

“Because Sam and Tony wanted my advice, I don’t actually know exactly what’s happening” you explain.

“You don’t?” He asks sceptically.

“No, and I don’t need to, it’s your party not mine,” you tell him.

“Yeah I guess” he says shrugging his shoulders still pouting.

“Hey what’s Captain Pouty doing out?” Sam asks as he and Nat walk into the kitchen.

“Captain Pouty?” Steve questions.

“He’s annoyed that I know about his party but he doesn’t know about mine” you explain making both Nat and Sam laugh.

“Is he a little nervous?” Nat smirks.

“No he isn’t, can we go back to-“ Steve says shaking his head.

“It’ll be fun Cap, Tony called on everyone he knows” Sam says interrupting Steve.

“What’s Captain Pouty?” Steve tries again but to zero success.

“Yeah it’s gonna be wild Steve” Nat smirks.

Steve looks over at you for help making your laugh. Especially since he was clearly trying hard not to pout.

“They’re winding you up Steve” you chuckle stepping closer and running your hands up and down his arms soothingly.

“Yeah, look I can tell you something about Y/N’s party is you really want” Nat offers.

Steve raising a brow glancing down at you. Silently asking for permission, a fact that made you laugh.

“You can, I don’t mind at all” you tell him patting him on the shoulder.

He glances back over at Nat who waves him over. He walks over standing next to her as she whispered something in his ear. He smiles slightly nodding his head as Nat whispered.

“Hmm nice” he says as he walks back over to you.

“Feel better now?” You chuckle.

“Yeah, more even out now, plus you’d tell me about any you knew I wouldn’t like” Steve says shrugging his shoulders.

“You better not have told him” Sam says pointing over to you.

“Not said I word” you laugh holding up your hands.

“Good because Tony paid a lot of money for these strippers” Sam smirks not looking over at Steve.

Steve’s face instantly fell before he began to pout once more. Clearly not liking the idea of strippers.

“Captain Pouty’s back!” Nat laughs point over at Steve making you and Sam laugh.

“Seriously! I don’t pout!” Steve complains throwing his hand up in the air.

“You’re pouting right now” you laugh.

“You do it so often Steve, here look” Nat says holding up her phone.

You try and fail to hold back a laugh when you see the many, many photos of Steve pouting. Steve’s jaw drops and he looks at all of the different photos, some of which dated back years.

“I hate you all, you’re fired” he says shaking his head at all of you.

“You can’t fire us” Sam laughs.

“Yes I can and you all are” Steve states.

“Forget about it Steve, c’mon dinner is ready” you laugh as you plate up.

“Is it my favourite?” Steve asks with a hopeful expression.

“No sorry” you say suppressing a smile when he pouts again.

“I’ll make it for dinner tomorrow I promise” you say passing him his plate and rubbing his shoulder.

“Thank you” he smiles as you both move towards the table.

“Anything for us?” Sam asks looking over at the food.

“Nope gotta fend for yourself” you say as you and Steve sit down.

“Fancy a take away?” Nat asks turning to Sam.

“Sure Chinese?” Sam suggests.

“Deal, lets leave Captain Pouty to it” Nat smirks making Steve groan and roll his eyes.

The rest of the team continued to tease team right up until the weekend. Despite your constant reassurance that it would be fine and that he’d enjoy it, Steve felt anxious about the party.

“You’re gonna be fine I promise” you chuckled as he smoothed his shirt over again in the mirror.

“I know, I just-“ he sighs turning round to face you.

“It’s Tony” he finishes.

You smiled over at him from your position on the bed. Wearing shorts and one of his hoodies as you read a book. You hold your hand out to him making him walk over and taking his hand rubbing it soothingly.

“And Sam, and they asked for my advice remember so they won’t have planned anything you won’t enjoy” you reassure him.

“But all the things they’ve been saying” he sighs shaking his head, the little voice in his head winning out.

“That’s just to wind you up, it’s all just a joke” you tell him squeezing his hand.

“So there won’t be strippers? Because I really don’t feel comfortable about that” he asks shaking his head.

“No as far as I’m aware there are no strippers” you smile making him breathe out a deep sigh of relief.

“What are your plans for tonight?” Steve asks you.

“Don’t know really, probably try and finish this book, maybe watch some TV” you say nodding down to the book on your bedside table.

“You better not watch the next episode of Brooklyn 99 without me” Steve smirk as he leans down towards you.

“I wouldn’t dare” you smile closing the gap and kissing him.

“Now off you go, and have fun!” You smile pushing him away.

“Okay, don’t wait up, I promise I’ll be quiet when I get back,” he says leaning down to peck your lips once more before heading out.

As he walked into the common room everyone was there waiting for him. To his surprise Thor was also there.

“Thor I didn’t realise you were on earth” Steve smiles walking over and shaking the man’s hand.

“Did you really think I’d miss this? We’ll be brothers soon!” Thor chuckles patting Steve hard on the shoulder.

“Plus I had to bring this” Thor adds pulling out a flask of Asgardian liquor.

“Thanks I have a feeling I might need it” Steve chuckles as Thor passes him the flask, taking a quick sip.

“Right is everyone here?” Tony says loudly looking around at everyone.

“Is Vision not coming?” Clint asks.

“No, but he says to enjoy your night,” Rhodey says nodding over to Steve.

“Great well let’s get going because we have lots planned!” Tony says smirking over at Steve.

“Oh god” Steve mutters nervously.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N asked me to make sure you had fun” Thor says smiling over at Steve.

Tony and Sam lead everyone outside and into a car large enough to fit everyone. Soon enough they were pulling out of the compound towards the city.

“You guys gonna tell me where we’re going now?” Steve asks looking over at Sam and Tony.

The two men glance over at each other before looking back at Steve.

“No but we’ll put your mind at ease, there will be absolutely no strippers or anything like that” Sam tells him with a genuine smile that made Steve relax.

“As much as I wanted to, Y/N said she’d melt my suits if we did so you’re safe cap” Tony adds making Steve laughs.

“God she’s incredible” Steve laughs making a mental note to thank you later.

“You are a lucky man, Fandral was always trying to get her attention on Asgard” Thor tells Steve.

“But I would never have let that happen” Thor added.

“I’m grateful” Steve laughs.

Soon enough the car pulled to a stop. As Steve got out he could see that they were at the harbour. He glances over at Sam arching his brow in question. Sam just grins over at him slapping him on the back.

“C’mon” Sam smiles leading Steve into the harbour.

The group then stopped outside of a yacht. Glancing at the name Steve instantly knew who owned it. On the side of the boat in golden cursive was the name ‘The Virginia’.

“I didn’t know you owned a yacht” Clint says looking over at Tony.

“Of course I do Barton, I have a couple actually, one is permanently in Monaco” Tony says casually as the men walk on board.

“Because of course” Clint laughs shaking his head.

“Okay welcome aboard cap, now we know you aren’t someone for a big fuss so all we are doing is hanging out drinking, playing some games maybe a couple bets placed” Tony explains as they step inside.

Steve smiles looking around and taking it all in. While the yacht was far more lavish than he needed. Steve couldn’t wait to just hang out with the guys and enjoy his evening.

“And we do whatever you wanna do, you wanna go out clubbing we’ll go out clubbing, you wanna just stay here, we’ll stay here” Sam tells him.

“The only thing you are not allowed to do is stay sober, we have the strong stuff so you will be using it” Tony says pointing over at the cask of Asgardian ale behind the bar.

“This is amazing thank you guys” Steve smiles shaking his head in disbelief.

“It’s nothing Cap, its time you let loose” Clint says walking over and putting some antlers on top of Steve’s head.

“Let’s get started shall we!” Thor booms.

For the next few hours all the guys enjoyed each other’s company. Ate some nice few and drank probably far too much alcohol. Steve couldn’t actually remember the last time he had been this drunk. Which is probably the reason he suggested this.

“We should go to a couple bars” he says loudly throwing his cards down on the table.

“You sure man?” Sam chuckles raising a brow.

“Yeah c’mon when else do we get the chance!” Steve exclaims standing up.

“You heard the Captain lets go” Tony laughs as the rest of the guys get ready to head out.

A short while later all the guys were in a Brooklyn bar. Steve smiled as he stepped in, while it was very different to the bar he and buck went to. It brought back some fond memories.

The bar was very busy meaning it took a while for the guys to get served. However it didn’t take long for them to get separated. When Steve returned from the restroom he couldn’t see any of the guys at all. How could you lose 5 other superheroes, one of them being a literal god.

Steve made his way through the bar trying to find the rest of the group. Not being able to find them he made his way towards the bar ordering himself a whiskey. He barely turned and stepped away from the bar when he bumped into someone. Spilling his drink.

“Look where you’re fucking going asshole!” The guy shouted glaring over at Steve.

“Sorry it was an accident” Steve apologises, putting his now empty glass down.

“No you were the fucking accident! This is Gucci do you know how expensive this is!” The man argues gesturing down to his white shirt which now had whiskey down it.

“Look I said I was sorry the bar is busy-“ Steve argues back trying to keep his voice level.

“Do you even know who I am!?” The man shouts cutting Steve off.

Steve just shakes his head shrugging his shoulders. He had absolutely no clue who this guy was. He could guess what kinda guy though.

“I am Ransom Fucking Drysdale, my grandfather is Harlan Thrombey. You mess with me, I can make your life a living hell” Ransom spits glaring over at Steve.

“Whatever” Steve mutters moving to step around Ransom.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going!” Ransom growls grabbing Steve’s arm “I’m not done with you”

Steve was starting to get really aggravated at this man. The level of Asgardian alcohol running through his system wasn’t helping. It was probably the driving reason behind this next actions.

“Well I’m done with you, you trust fund entitled prick” Steve growls keeping his voice low enough so only Ransom could hear.

“Fuck you” Ransom spits.

Before Steve could step away a punch to his jaw sent him backwards slightly. Steve instantly saw red stalking over to the man grabbing him by the collar and punching him back. Steve could hear people shouting around him and soon enough the two men were escorted outside straight to some cops.

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. You grumble pushing your head up from you pillow. You glance over to see the other side of the bed empty. Telling you Steve was either still out or had crashed elsewhere.

You picked up your phone seeing it was Sam calling you.

“Sam what’s up?” You mumble when you pick up.

“Hey Y/N sorry for waking you but-“ you hear Sam say before he got interrupted by shouting on the other end of the call.

“Sir could you please calm down” you heard someone say.

“No just let me pay the god damn money!” You hear Tony shout back.

“Is that her?” You heard Thor say.

“Yeah I’m just-“ Sam says before there’s rustling.

“Sister!” You hear Thor say down the phone.

“Brother, what’s going on?” You ask sitting up.

“I’m not completely sure, we were in a tavern and the next thing I know Captain Rogers was arrested” Thor explains.

“Steve’s been arrested!?” You exclaim getting up out of bed.

“Give me that” you hear Sam grumble followed by more rustling.

“Look Y/N I’m sorry but we need you to come and pay bail, they won’t let any of us do it because we’re too drunk” Sam explains.

“Yeah I’ll be there right away, text me the address” you sigh grabbing a hoodie and slipping it on.

You put on some sweatpants before putting some trainers on and going to find Nat. You knock on her door earning a death stare from the dishevelled red head.

“You better have a good reason as to why you woke me up at 3am” Nat grumbles crossing her arms over her chest.

“Steve’s been arrested,” you tell her.

She looks back at you shocked instantly looking more awake.

“What?” She asks confused, blinking a couple times.

“I don’t know much more just that the guys need me to bail him out, and I need a lift” you explain.

“Yeah, yeah sure give me a minute” Nat agrees stepping back inside her room.

A few moments later she stepped back out wearing a jacket and leggings. The two of you made you way to the garage before climbing into a car and heading off towards the city.

“What do you think happened?” Nat asks.

“Honestly I don’t know, I know Thor had some Asgardian liquor and ale so maybe he was drunk. Steve got into a load of fights in the 40s” you suggest shrugging your shoulders.

“Who would fight Captain America though, you don’t think it was one of the guys” Nat asks glancing over at you.

“Well when Sam called I spoke to Thor, I could also hear Tony in the background so that only leaves Clint and Rhodey unaccounted for” you tell her.

“And it’s highly unlikely that it’s either of them. So it’s probably a random person who either had no clue who Steve was or was that much of an asshole” Nat deducts.

“Probably both” you mutter.

When you pulled up outside of the police station you could see all the guys minus Steve stood outside. You jump out of the car and head straight over to them.

“What the hell happened?” You ask them.

“We don’t know, he went to the restroom next thing we know is there’s this big commotion and he’s being escorted out with this other guy and arrested” Tony explains shrugging his shoulders.

“Honestly I thought Thor spiked my drink because the guy looked just like Steve, except brown hair and a little shorter” Sam says making you glance over at Thor who holds his hands up.

“I swear I didn’t spike anyone’s drinks” Thor tells you.

“Didn’t you add more of that stuff to Steve’s drinks while he wasn’t looking?” Clint pipes up, making you glare at Thor who in turn glared at Clint.

“How drunk is he?” You ask.

“Pretty drunk, I don’t think he realised how drunk he was” Rhodey says.

“Great, well I better go rescue him then” you sigh making your way into the precinct.

The guy on the front desk led you upstairs where you could see Steve sat at one of the desks. Talking to the cop there. When he sees you, he gives you a small nervous smile and a small wave of his hands.

“I’m here to collect my punk of a fiancé” you sigh walking over.

“Yes thank you for coming in, Detective Paul Diskant” the cop says shaking your hand.

“It’s no problem he hasn’t been a problem has he?” You ask glancing down at Steve.

“No, the other guy is being an issue though, between you and me I’m not surprised you clocked him” Paul says nodding to the holding cell behind you.

You glance over your shoulder to see a man who honestly did look kinda like Steve arguing with a cop through the bars. Except he was a bit shorter and had dark brown hair slicked back. You could hear him yelling about his family and his wealth.

“Wow, so is this one in any real trouble?” You ask patting Steve on the shoulder.

“No not really, going by witness statements and who you are and what that guy is like, it’s pretty obvious who’s telling the truth,” Paul says shrugging his shoulders.

“I have to say you made my first nightshift a good one” Paul adds.

“New to the job?” You ask.

“No just the area transferred from LA” Paul explains.

“Nice, well thank you for looking after him, you need me to sign or pay anything?” You ask him.

“No we just dropped the bail, just make sure he gets home and sobers up” Paul smiles.

“Will do, thanks again” you say as Paul uncuffs Steve.

“Thank you, and I am really sorry” Steve says standing up and shaking Paul’s hand.

“It’s nothing just stay outta trouble” Paul smiles.

You shake Paul’s hand before heading out with Steve. He takes your hand and pulls you to a stop before you step outside.

“I am so, so, so sorry” Steve says shaking his head.

“Hey its okay, I’m not mad” you chuckle reaching up to cup his cheek which looked a little red from where he’d been punched.

“You’re not?” He asks uncertainty clear in his voice.

“No, from what I heard that guy was a dick, plus you’re gonna get some much heat from the team there’s no point in me punishing you” you tell him with a smirk.

He groans dropping his head with a heavy shake “this is gonna be hell” he groans.

“Yep now c’mon” you laugh taking his hand.

As you step out everyone who was waiting for you cheered. Coming over and slapping Steve on the back. Steve chuckled as they all greeted him, albeit looking slightly bashful.

“Well cap I was not expecting our night to end like this” Tony chuckles.

“Me neither, did feel like I was on the set of Brooklyn 99 though” Steve laughs shrugging his shoulders making you laugh.

“That better not be the reason you got in the fight” you laugh.

“Let's get you boys home before you cause even more trouble,” Nat says heading back towards the cars.

You and Steve decided to sit in the very back of the car. Steve instantly taking you hand and pulling it into his lap. Moving so his head was resting on your shoulder.

“How’s your face?” You ask him.

“Fine, but I don’t know if that’s because of the serum or the alcohol” Steve says making you snort.

“Thor was spiking your drinks apparently” you tell him.

“Really?” He asks lifting his head to look at you, you nod your head in answer.

“Well I did the same to him so guess that makes it fair” he shrugs moving his head back to your shoulder.

You chuckle kissing the top of his head as he shuffles. Making himself more comfortable as he wrapped his arms around you snuggling into you. You always love it when he became clingy like this. Soon enough you could hear his quiet snores as he fell asleep.

Steve remained clingy the rest of the night and the next morning when he was recovering from his first proper hangover in decades. You didn’t mind though, you thoroughly enjoyed relaxing all day with Steve. He would lie between your legs, head buried in your chest. Periodically dozing off as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Plus you were fairly certain he would be repaying the favour when your bachelorette party came around. Especially since the party was officially starting midday.

“Have fun, don’t get in trouble” Steve smirks kissing you as you got ready to leave.

“I’m not you” you remind him making him laugh.

“Harhar, now off you go” Steve says rolling his eyes pushing you towards the door.

“Don’t wait up” you smile pecking his lips before heading out.

You met up with Nat, Pepper and Wanda in the entrance hall of the compound. Pepper instantly pushes a glass of champagne into your hands.

“I’ve already added a couple of drops of Asgardian liquor,” She tells you with a wink.

“Thank you very much” you smirk taking a sip of the champagne.

“We better get going” Nat smiles as the car pulls up outside.

“Where we going?” You ask as you climb into the car.

“Now that’s a surprise” Wanda tells you with a playful smirk.

“Well step on it then” you say making them all laugh.

The four of you all chatted and drank champagne as the driver took you to god knows where. Soon enough the car pulled up and you all climbed out.

“We thought you deserved some pampering” Pepper smiles as you step inside the bar.

“You girls know me well” you smile looking forward to it.

You spent the rest of the afternoon getting every spa treatment possible. As well as drinking copious amounts of champagne and cocktails all topped with Asgardian liquor. By the end of the evening you were already starting to get tipsy.

The day wasn’t over there though as Nat pulled out a brand new dress. A gorgeous navy sequined dress that complimented your perfectly. Perfect for the meal you all had followed by the night in a couple clubs. Unlike the boys none of you got into any trouble. Stumbling back to the compound at around 2am.

You were giggling to yourself as you made you way inside your room. You were trying to get your heels off when you stumbled leading to more giggles when you landed on the couch. You looked over your shoulder when you heard the door to the bedroom open.

“There it is!” You exclaim point over at Steve.

“Don’t you mean he?” Steve chuckles clearly just out of bed, his hair all messy only wearing boxers.

“No it, and it is America’s ass!” You say as he walks over.

“I hope you didn’t tell the girls that” Steve says resting his hands on his hips.

“Nope I didn’t I promise” you say zipping your lips shut with a small hiccup.

“Did you have fun?” He smiles.

“Loads, but I have a problem” you tell him making his arch a brow.

“I can’t get my shoes off” you say holding your foot up.

Steve laughs gently taking your heels off of you.

“Your dress is lovely by the way” Steve says once you were free of your heels.

“You could take it off if you want” you smirk standing up and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I will but only to get you ready for bed” he tells you making you pout.

“Pwease Stevie” you pout.

“I’ll make it up to you once you recover tomorrow I promise” he offers putting his hands on your hips.

“Okay, can I have a kiss though?” You ask him hopefully.

“Of course doll” he smiles leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Now let’s get you to bed” he says brushing some hair out of your face.

“Just one more moment” you mumble burying your head into his chest.

Steve chuckles rubbing your back kissing the top of your head.

“C’mon princess” he says sweeping you off your feet when you don’t move.

You squeal in surprise clinging onto him as he carries you into the bedroom. He set you down onto the bed quickly grabbing your vest and shorts. You smile up at him as he helps you change. Once you were changed he climbs into bed beside you. You instantly snuggle up next to him head on his chest. His arm around you fingers running up and down your arm.

“I love you Stevie” you mumble nuzzling into him further.

“I love you too” he smiles kissing the top of your head.

“Night, night Stevie” you say with a small yawn.

“Night doll” he tells you.

“N’ night america’s ass” you mumble half asleep making Steve chuckle.

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‘photoshopping my boyfriend’

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku (bnha)

PART TWO — PART THREE

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not specific

headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)

note(s) : inspired by this tiktok— it was too funny to skip this chance of making this post 💀

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bakugou katsuki

you wanted to do this prank, because you wanted to see if he’d notice even the most subtle of changes to his face

again, it’s a pretty harmless prank— plus, you wouldn’t actually post the edited picture online anyway 💀

it’d be funny to see it

so, you slightly alter the selfie of you and katsuki, by enlarging his forehead ever so slightly— and you’d only alter it more from that moment onwards

[you’ve sent an attachment]

Y/N : “kats, i found this picture in my camera roll, should i post it? you look so good ! (๑>◡<๑)”

and katsuki being well,, himself— responds rather quickly to your message even though he kinda wanted to leave you on read

kats ♡ : “ain’t that your fucking wallpaper 🤨”

Y/N : “nah this is a different one, should i post?”

he leaves you on read for a bit, and it seems to be that he was typing for quite some time

kats ♡ : “abso-fucking-lutely not. i don’t remember looking like that.”

Y/N : “but you look fine! want me to change it a bit?”

kats ♡ : “do whatever 🙄”

and because you’re an absolute menace to your boyfriend, you make his forehead bigger— not to the point that he’d notice though

[you’ve sent an attachment]

Y/N : “how’s that now?”

and then you were left on read 😔 because katsuki was currently on his way to your room and he’s not pleased

“DID YOU PHOTOSHOP MY FOREHEAD?” he slams your door open, and you swore you could’ve heard it crack just a bit

“no??”

“stop fucking lying- i have that exact photo in my gallery, and it looks NOTHING like that atrocious thing”

you burst out laughing at his reaction, and he’s just standing next to your bed like 🧍‍♂️

“i will never take another picture with you again if you—”

“as if i was actually going to post that picture” he wasn’t serious when he said he won’t be taking pictures with you

but at least he’ll sleep well knowing that you won’t post such.. horrendous picture of his massive forehead on the internet for the world to see

but you posted the tiktok anyway and it blew up to katsuki’s distaste

todoroki shouto

okay okay, so you think that this would be absolutely hilarious— but you just wanted to see if he’d notice if you photoshopped him

but a part of you thinks he wouldn’t, or if he’d just pretend that he didn’t notice— regardless, it would still be funny

so, you select a random selfie of you and shouto (one that you both looked good in) and you ever so slightly edit his forehead

you kind of wanted to edit his scar but for many different reasons, you decided not to

[you’ve sent an attachment]

Y/N 🤍 : “shou 🤩‼️‼️ look at what i found, should i repost this as a throwback? you look so good it’s not even funny”

he replies rather quick, i mean he always does— but he replies after 30 seconds

shou, the lover boy 🤍 : “you mean we. we look good.”

Y/N 🤍 : “oh, we look good 🤠 so?? what do you think? repost or nah?”

shou, the lover boy 🤍 : “sure thing.”

shou, the lover boy 🤍 : “hm, something looks different. i just don’t know what it is. could you add a small filter to it?”

and you think, ‘oh! so he does notice’ which is quite interesting

Y/N 🤍 : “sure ^^”

you edit his forehead even more, the original picture looking a lot more different compared to the edited one but for some reason, it didn’t look unnatural

[you’ve sent an attachment]

Y/N 🤍 : “so, i added a small filter onto it, does that look better?”

he’s seen typing for a bit

shou, the lover boy 🤍 : “hm, no filter it is. i think the unfiltered one is better.”

[you’ve sent an attachment]

Y/N 🤍 : “i removed the filter, does that look better?”

but then you edited his forehead even more 😭 please this was killing you, you were wondering if you didn’t edit the picture enough— you’re just glad you aren’t in the same room as him

shou, the lover boy 🤍 : “perfect. see you tomorrow <3”

you posted the tiktok’s results, and it blows up in less than a day— gaining a lot of views because

a. it’s shouto— a common guest on your tiktoks, b. his ‘obliviousness’ c. because of the way you edited his forehead, and how it just got bigger and bigger 💀

the comments were really funny, and nice to look at “PLEASE IS HE THAT OBLIVIOUS??” “bruhh he definitely knew something 💀” “there’s no way he wasn’t playing along”

turns out, shouto knew you were photoshopping his forehead for shits and giggles— it’s because he has that exact selfie as his wallpaper

he’ll get you back ;)

midoriya izuku

your boyfriend is insanely observant, so!! you wanted to test if he’d notice even the slightest of changes to a picture

and plus, you think it would be funny to witness

you select one of the better pictures of you and izuku— but most especially, a picture where izuku looked phenomenal

compared to the other two, you edited his freckles— you’re basically going to gradually add more freckles to him

[you’ve sent an attachment]

Y/N 🍀 : “hey zuku! look at what i found deep in my gallery. should i repost this as a throwback? i wanna know your thoughts <3”

your notification makes his heart race faster, so he’s quick to reply

except,, it took a bit longer for him to hit send

zuku (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : “you look so good <3 but hm.. something looks different ^^; i just can’t put my finger on it..”

Y/N 🍀 : “oh— perhaps it’s the lighting?”

zuku (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : “maybe it is! could you maybe put a filter on it? i mean,, if you think there should be one! not that the picture needs one ;;”

cute.

you add more freckles to the picture, and added a slight filter to make it less suspicious, and you hit send

[you’ve sent an attachment]

Y/N 🍀 : “there! i only added a slight filter to it, is this okay?”

zuku (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : “oh no, i look like a kardashian now ^^;; definitely not myself.”

zuku (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : “i’m not sure what’s different! i mean.. the picture couldn’t have been taken that long ago for me not to remember what i even looked like— omg, what if i did forget 😦”

he sounded so concerned about the slight changes— which is to be expected of him

he was actually freaking out through the screen 💀

so then, you decided to add even more freckles to his cheeks

Y/N 🍀 : “ok ok sooo— i removed the filter, does this look better? lmk <3”

it takes a moment for him to finally respond, and he’s seen going on and off with typing— since the typing bubble kept disappearing and reappearing.

zuku (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : “Y/N..”

zuku (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : “is it just me or”

zuku (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : “do i have more freckles in this picture 😦”

you flop onto the ground in hysterics, laughing at his message and you’re hoping that he wouldn’t hear you laugh this hard

after a few hours, you post the tiktok— and it blows up, gathering a good amount of likes and views

the comments consisted of “the fact that he was he thinking so hard about the picture 💀” “LMAOO WHY CAN I IMAGINE HIS REACTION WHEN HE REALIZED” “nooo the way the typing bubble kept disappearing and reappearing 😭”

your boyfriend sends you a text after the tiktok blows up— basically, he saw the video (somehow 💀)

zuku (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : “i’m glad i wasn’t imagining things ^^;; turns out you were just editing more freckles onto the picture 😃 it looked so real!! oh, and i’m coming over to your place, see you!! <3”

basically— having an observant boyfriend like izuku is fun

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➽ impatient collab masterlist — hosted by the lovely @ultimate-astridwriting

➽ words: 1.0k

➽ prompt: “really? you wanna have sex... here? now?”

➽ cw/tags: heavy-petting, fingering, nipple play, pet names, established relationship & fun times in a public gym lol

Shouta Aizawa was the last person anyone would’ve called impulsive. He was a straight-laced man after all. It wasn’t in his nature to do things unpremeditated. Things were always planned out to the letter and executed with the utmost precision. A fact that held true even as he continued his career as a pro-hero and eventually a teacher at his alma mater. 

Nearly everything about him, down to the socks he wore each morning, was deliberate and intentional. 

However, life was fickle in contrast; realistically speaking, nothing really ever went according to plan. Sometimes, one had to learn the beauty of improvising.

Which was exactly what he was doing, lips locked with yours, two fingers knuckles deep in your cunt. Let no person say that Aizawa couldn’t be spontaneous when given the perfect opportunity, because that simply wasn’t true.

“Really? You wanna have sex…. here? Now?”

You had sounded so surprised, unsure even, when he first broached the topic. It was a novelty he was not accustomed to.

The 24-hour gym facility the two of you had discovered was somewhat of a hole-in-the-wall. Perfect for a hero like him who wasn’t fond of being accosted by civilians (though that was rare). You both had so much energy left to burn even after a full day's events, what better way to do so than with brazilian calisthenics. 

Who cared if it was well past midnight?

He kept his gaze on you nearly the entire time. With every twist and turn of your body, Aizawa felt his mouth go dry. The way sweat licked at your skin, glistening under the bright lights. The way your gym clothes clung to your body like second skin. Every move you made seemed to douse his libido in gasoline.

Forty minutes into the workout, and you had begun to breathe heavy. You bent over to stretch, perky ass tooted in the air—Aizawa would’ve accused you of teasing him if he hadn’t known any better. You looked about ready to topple over, there was no faking that.

“Let’s hit the showers before you pass out.” he said while he toweled off his neck. “If you faint, I won’t bother dragging your butt all the way home.”

You had pouted softly before taking a sip from his bottle. “So mean…anyway, I feel gross so there’s no need for empty threats.”

Grabbing your gym bag, you headed towards the communal showers, completely unaware of the downright debauched look your boyfriend was giving you while he silently followed behind. 

Despite your initial confusion, persuading you hadn’t been hard at all. You merely smirked, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as your fingers made quick work of his shirt, tossing the hindrance overhead. You’d backed yourself into a corner of a random shower cubicle with him in tow, providing yourselves with a barely passable amount of cover. 

“I really wanna ask what’s gotten into you, Shou. But whatever it is, I think I’m diggin’ it.”

Aizawa gave nothing more than a groan as you palmed his growing erection, wondering how long he had been enduring the strain in his pants. He had little to worry about though, you were intent on taking care of him.

You tugged on his waistband, and at the same time, he fumbled with the straps of your sports bra. 

“Here, let me.” Grinning wickedly, you pulled it off in one fluid motion. Your breasts were free for only a second before Aizawa had them in his hands, squeezing lightly and peppering them with kisses. 

It was a good thing the entire facility was empty. At almost two in the morning, the chances of you being interrupted was negligible. 

Aizawa’s tongue darted past his lips to lick and suck at your pert nipples. He rolled each one with his tongue, giving equal attention to both. All the while, you grinded into his bare thigh, desperate for some form of friction. Slowly, methodically, he kissed his way up your collarbone and neck until his lips were just shy of your ear. “Need a hand?”

You shivered and nodded.

Getting your leggings off was no great feat, but the strength to keep his shit together in the face of your naked body—now that required mental fortitude. You reached for him again, stroking him slowly, loving the way he panted in your ear. His calloused fingers had already slid between your thighs, prodding you. Soon enough he was slipping a single finger in, then another right after that.

“O-Oh, right there,” you breathed, backed against the cold tiled walls. “God—I can’t believe I let you talk me into this—” Your words were cut short by a moan falling from your lips.

“Oh, kitten~ you’re so cute, making those sounds for me. You can relax; I’ve got you.” 

At the sound of his rumbling voice, you felt as if butterflies had been set loose in your stomach. Though you could barely make out anything more with the way your heart was pounding in your ears. The fingers he had in you crooked, pressing against a specific bundle of nerves that had you quite literally seeing stars.

“Fuck, Shou—don-don’t stop.” You felt yourself tense against him, fingers digging into his shoulder blade. Your legs were like jelly, but thankfully, Aizawa held you flush against him. With your breasts pinned against his chest, and his fingers pumping in out of you, your attention was divided. You didn’t know what to focus on, except the fire burning under your skin. 

Aizawa pressed firm kisses along your jawline, trailing up until his lips were stitched with yours in a searing kiss. “Such a pretty kitty,” he whispered against your bottom lip. “Look at how wet you are. This all for me?”

You wanted to respond. But a half-second later, you both were shot with a spray of ice cold water, causing you to yelp, scrabbling further into Aizawa's fumbling arms.

“Shit—” 

“They’re automatic!” You squeaked. 

Apparently, the shower head that hung over the two of you was motion sensitive. And sadly, you had taken the brunt of it, leaving you chilly and shivering, your lust momentarily mollified.

Aizawa pushed his hair back with a sigh. “Guess we’ll have to finish this at home...any objections?”

With a pout, you crossed both arms around his neck, leaning your weight on his sturdier frame. Maybe you could get some of his body heat too.

“Not really… so long as you don’t fall asleep on me, ya bum.”

Your only consolation was a chuckle from him as he wrapped an arm around your hips.

“Trust me, I won’t. Not until I wear you out at least.”

You’d just have to hold him to that promise.