#ehh i couldn't end this well

[cosmojjong]

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[harumasa-wifey]

Could I request Harumasa getting hugs from his partner to cure his sadness?

���Sweet Dreams♡

✖Asaba Harumasa x gn!Reader

Warnings: No proofread. Just fluff and lots of kissing and a bit of chaos.

Note:I am sorry fellas for disappearing like that. I have an important upcoming exam which will determine my next course of life and i have been very busy preparing for it i am thankful for everyone reading this i am Posting this 3 hours before my class and i haven't slept.WE RUN ON COFFEE!Comment here if you wanna be added to tags on my next post

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Today was very cruel to him. Well scratch that every day at work is cruel to him only he knows how he escaped the overtime today, it takes skill to skip all this work!

Everyone has been working hard to clean up the message in the pale hollow so he should do his part too, now that everything has come to an end he can finally have a day off and see his beautiful partner, who must have already gone to their shared apartment by now.

Ever since he has brought asaboo into house it's an Chaos with his cat.They seem to be always chasing each other, well mostly it's his cat chasing but sometimes the roles do get reversed, asaboo’s favourite spot of taking a nap is besides the window on the bedroom anytime of the day is good for him, so he would not be surprised by view he might get after he enters into the house and he definitely would swipe some pictures.

“I am home!” he announced his arrival cheerfully making his way inside, it felt nice to have someone waiting for you, someone you love.

To his surprise it was rather quiet as he stepped in the house removing his shoes and he went into the living room, the movie on the tv was on pause as the viewer was dozing off on the couch, given their position you must have been waiting for him, but his attention was very much caught by the bangboo sleeping on your lap hogging the place for himself.

Oh as much he didn't want to interrupt you and be by your side quietly, his cat had other plans. His gaze flicked from the cat on the floor who looked ready to pounce on the bangboo sleeping without a single worry of the world.

“EHH-NAAA” There is it , the loud screech of asaboo as he got back on his feet after being scratched by the cat. You jolt awake from your sleep,hitting your head with his.

“Ouch ouch ouch” you ignored the pain on your forehead and looked at the man who had now dramatically fallen on the carpet from the impact.

“Ah my vision, the world is spinning. Only if there was any beautiful and kind person out there who would help me”

“Seriously haru. You could have wake me up”

As you voice out your concern and helping him sit back up while those two did a chaotic chase around the house.

“Now now what kind of boyfriend would I be , to wake up my beautiful partner from their sleep, you should take some notes and join me for extra sleep in the mornings”

“So you can be late to work? Yeah nice try but sorry i cannot be late”

These was the fourth round these two were making around you both, you held out your head gently placing your fingers on the cats forehead stoping it from running further as asaboo hides behind you wiping his non-existance sweat while voicing out his complains which you couldn't understand, to say it was just as dramatic as the real him.

“That's enough from you two. Both of you can't go a day without chasing eachother, can you?”

The duo just looked down cutely hoping to achieve your forgiveness with that act.

“Yeah, listen to your mother” said the guy who was now laying on your lap instead, not that you'll ever mind.The duo made their peace and went back to thier perspective places.

You look down on your lap gently brushing his hair off his face.

“As if thier dad ever listens to me”

“Heyy now what's with the false accusations, i can't go a day without you, ya know it” he said while gently holding your hand and placing a soft kiss on your fingertips. Your frown was now replaced with a gentle smile.

“Are you planning to sleep on the floor tonight?”

“Well if you do whose am i to refuse”

“Well as I don't plan too you should get up” you said as you get up and he follows behind.

“Hours since i have been home and not a single kiss , i guess my death is written today”

“sir it's been roughly twenty minutes since you have entered.” strong arms warp around your waist from behind with his face nuzzled on your shoulder.

“ twenty minutes feels like twenty hour's without you.” Suddenly you felt his hands move down , a light yell escaped your lips as he strated tickling you.

“Ha! Haru stop” you hear him laugh behind you taking the chance to push him on the bed, it was your turn now.

After a minute of laughing and trying to overthrow each other he ended up nuzzling his face on your neck with his arms wrapped around.

“I am sooo tired” he whispered, taking a sigh to relax while your hands rub his scalp particularly wooing him to sleep, He looked up at her with drowsy eyes.

“Aren't you forgetting something?”

“Hmm, and what would that be?”

“Come on now! Your poor sick boyfriend has been working all day long, have some pity”

“Ah yes, such an unfortunate event let me make it up to you hm?” You said as you lean in to lock your lips with his, which would have been a small kiss but turned to a sloppy and lazy makeout session.

After a minute of exchanging and showering his face with kisses , you both parted away as he drifts off to sleep in your embrace with a small smile playing on his lips ever since he entered today and with no intention to leave even if the sun was up in the sky.

“Goodnight haru, i love you”

[whore-era]

1-800-GIRLS

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: where ellie dials the wrong number and meets you instead. ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, mentions spitplay/breathplay/overstimulation, mentions sexual interactions with men, dirty talking, guided masturbation (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames (babygirl, sweet girl, pretty girl, pup, puppy) let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: i feel like this kinda sucked bc towards the end i kinda rushed it, but i couldn't shake this idea n knew i had to write it. hope u like it bbs<3 also thank u to my bestie @elskittie for helping me figure some things out w this fic ☁︎ word count: 4,463 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 2

phone call style story — reader is in italics, ellie is in bold.

monday, 12:45am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, hot stuff?

uhh.. i just wanted to order a pepperoni pizza..

oh yeah? you want something hot and ready? i have something hot and ready for you.

ummm..

you hear some shuffling in the background, "jess! i think you gave me the wrong number!" the person comes back on the line again.

this isn't papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

....do you want me to roleplay as papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

woah woah woah! roleplay?? who the fuck am i on the phone with?

this is sugar from 1-800-GIRLS.....a sex hotline...for you know? phone sex.

PHONE SEX?? you hear the girl's voice yell in the background, "jesse! you ass! you gave me the number to a phone sex hotline!"

"does she sound hot?"

"well yeah, but—"

hey, you do know it's $1 a minute right? you've been on the line for almost 5 minutes, babe.

HUHH?? hell no..ok thanks sugar bear, or whatever. bye!

the line clicks off, and you shrug. sitting back in your bed to continue watching your favorite netflix show. you feel your work phone vibrate again, the name flashing 'bobby', a regular who frequents the hotline.

sighing and picking up your phone and holding it to your ear, you take a bite from your sandwich as you answer your 15th call this evening, "thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, big boy?"

tuesday, 2:12am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you tonight, cutie?

hey....sugar.. i just- er- wanted to apologize for yesterday. my buddy got your number confused with a pizza place we really wanted to try. didn't mean to sound rude last night.

it's no issue, babe. don't sweat about it.

.......

.......

soooo.... is that the only reason why you called?

ellie didn't want to admit that she was attracted to 'sugar's' voice and that she'd been thinking about it all day during class. but also, ellie was high as a fucking kite, which gave her the courage to even dial the number again anyways.

i— uh— well— how does this whole thing work?

what thing? the hotline?

yeah..

well, you call me, we have phone sex or talk or whatever, and then you hang up. again, it's a dollar a minute.

okay, okay, i get it. so we can just talk? about anything?

yeah, if you want to.

sick.

ellie takes another drag from her joint, before speaking again.

so, do you like doing this? being an operator or whatever?

you let out a laugh, which ellie caught.

specify what you mean by 'like'?

i mean— this is your job. do you enjoy doing it?

ehh...i guess.

c'mon. you can be honest with me.

well, being a sex hotline operator has it's downsides. obviously helping old men jack off gets a little weird sometimes — they have some unusual fetishes.

oh yeah? what's been the weirdest one so far?

uhhh..i have this one regular who has me pretend i'm a ghost. apparently, having sex with ghosts is a real turn on for him.

what the fuck. seriously?

mhm, it's true.

shit, dude....i don't think i could ever do what you do. i dunno how you can do it.

well when you have college tuition and rent to worry about, the downsides don't seem all that bad.

holy shit, you're in college? how old are you anyways?

19.

that's crazy. we're around the same age. i figured you were a bit older.

how 'bout you? how old are you?

21.

not bad not bad. you're way different from the clients i usually get.

yeah? how?

considering my usual clients are 40 to 60 year old men who are married with kids and have secret fetishes, i'd say you're out of my ballpark.

ellie laughs.

how do you know i'm not secretly an old, 57 year old man who's married to my wife janet with three kids? and i have a balloon fetish?

you let out a giggle, adjusting your sleep shorts as you lay back down on your bed, completely invested in your conversation with this girl.

well, how can i appease your balloon fantasies?

i'm just fuckin' with ya. definitely not a man and i have the more normal kinks and fetishes.

is that so? what are the 'normal' kinks and fetishes?

uhhhh....well i'm into bondage, i love tying girls up..i dunno, just seeing them open and vulnerable does something to me. i'm into breathplay, spitplay, overstimulation, and i'm definitely a dominant so—

all you could do was gape as the girl went on her tangent, listing off every kink she could think of. you gulped, suddenly getting a bit nervous from this topic of conversation. you were experienced in the field of phone sex, but actual sex was a totally different world you had no practice in.

so, how 'bout you sugar?

...uhhh....i'm a virgin actually.

the other girl went silent on the other side of the line.

what? but you work as a sex hotline operator.

oh yeah- but— hold on, i'm getting another call. i'll speak to you some other time.

you hung up and threw your work phone across your bed, laying your head down on your pillows. talking to men was so much easier for you, so why do you get all caught up when you talk to a girl?

it was nearly 3:30am, so you decided to turn in and call it a night, mentally preparing yourself for a busy day tomorrow.

wednesday, 11:45am

sitting next to professor adams, patiently waiting for the students to turn in their quizzes, you try to focus on the text of your 'philosophy 101' book.

you were grateful that professor adams gave you the opportunity to be his teacher's assistant for a little bit of extra cash, and you weren't complaining either. the tasks he gave you were easy for a mere $16 an hour. still, it wasn't enough to support all of your bills, so you couldn't drop the hotline gig.

"and time! everyone hand your quizzes in to my TA, regardless if you finished or not," professor announced. all the students shuffled towards the front, handing you their quizzes as you neatly put them in a small pile.

"ah shit— let me put the date on that," a girl, with a very familiar voice spoke. looking up, you're greeted with the most attractive girl you've seen in your life. she had brunette hair and green eyes, with a small scar on her right brow. was this..? no, it couldn't be. that would be insane.

handing you the paper, her hand brushes against yours. you look down at her quiz, seeing in messy, scribbled black ink the name ellie williams.

slinging her backpack on one arm, she heads out the door, "jesse! wait up for me!"

leaving you in a daze, you were completely speechless by the idea that one of your new, favorite clients from your nighttime job is actually a student at your university.

saturday, 1:45am → 1:14:34 ongoing call with 401-890-6798 (cranston, RI)

thanks, sugar. will be calling you again at the same time next week.

no problem, sir. goodnight. dream of me.

sure will, babygirl.

the line clicks as the older man hangs up, and you shudder a bit, feeling uncomfortable after having to roleplay as a ghost, again.

sighing heavily, you place your work phone on your desk and pick up your real phone, opening instagram and scrolling on your feed as you mindlessly snack on some gummy bears.

you double tap to like some of your friends pictures, wishing you were out at a party, drinking some lukewarm beer and dancing with your girls to the latest tiktok hits.

but instead you were cooped up in your apartment, dirty talking old men through their fantasies and bearing witness to their guttural groans and masturbation. it was a shame that friday and saturday nights were your busiest evenings.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you ponder for a moment, your finger hovering over the instagram search bar.

fuck it, you thought, typing 'ellie williams' and hitting search.

the username @_elliewilliams pops up, and bingo. it was the same girl from professor adams class.

luckily her profile was public, so you take your time carefully combing through her instagram account, mindful not to accidentally like her posts or anything.

ellie's feed consisted of smoking weed, eating out, and hanging with her friends, jesse and dina. there were only two selfies she had posted — one of her and an older gentleman and one mirror picture of her in a grey hoodie and a light brown canvas jacket that made her look so good.

the ringing from your work phone caught you off guard, causing you to jump in your chair and exit out of the instagram app. you take a look at the number, and speak of the devil, it was ellie herself. she was the only jackson number that ever contacted you.

saturday, 2:10am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, sugar speaking. what can i do for you, handsome?

hey, sugar. just wanted to apologize for how our last conversation went. i probably pushed a boundary or something— i'm not sure if you're supposed to talk about personal things with customers— so, i'm sorry.

you let out a soft laugh.

why is it when you call me, you're always apologizing?

'cause i'm a fuck up, that's why.

nooo, that's not true. besides, don't worry about it. your question just caught me off guard, you know? never had clients ask things about me before i guess.

ahh, gotcha. so...were you busy before i called?

you shake your head, even though she was on the phone and couldn't see you.

uh, not really. my line doesn't usually get busy until...12 midnight ish.. it slows down by like 2 am though. how about you? what are you up to this friday night?

i just got back home from a party. business was slow and it was getting boring, so i dipped.

business? what business?

ah— well—

ellie silently cursed to herself, not wanting to scare you away with her current occupation.

if i tell you what i do, promise you won't get freaked out or anything?

you're talking to a phone sex hotline operator. don't worry.

you can hear her laugh from the other end.

well, fuck it, cat's out of the bag. i deal weed on campus and shit.

ahhh. i like that. is that how you can afford the minutes you spend calling me?

yup. i can stay on the phone for hours if we wanted.

maybe you'll be my only customer.

i wouldn't complain.

speaking of customers, do you want me to save your number under a specific name or nickname or anything? since i'm assuming you're gonna be a regular?

trying to confirm if it was indeed ellie you were speaking with, you sat on the edge of your chair, anxiety building in your belly.

what nicknames do your clients usually pick?

uhhh. master, sir, king, mister, alpha— umm and daddy.

something stirred inside ellie hearing that last nickname roll off your tongue.

you could just put me down as ellie.

got it.

what do i call you? do i just keep calling you sugar?

well, you're a customer. you can call me anything you like, but, for formalities and privacy, i can only tell you my hotline nickname — sugar.

okay, okay, that makes sense. you're not really allowed to have any personal or close relationships with clients, huh?

no, not really. mostly for safety purposes.

ellie was a little disappointed to know that she wouldn't be able to get to know the girl she was talking to beyond calling on the phone. she already felt herself getting attached. your voice was alluring and enticing, and she couldn't help but want to hear it more, and possibly put a name and face to who it belonged to.

but, i could bend the rules a little if i really wanted to.

yeah? let's see about that.

saturday, 4:45 am → 2:43:03 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

oh my god! did you and your ex get caught??

you were enamored with ellie. the way she could keep a conversation going and the stories she told — you didn't wanna hang up.

no, no, no, luckily we hid behind a dumpsters before the cops could catch us. it's hilarious thinking about it now, but we were dumbass 18-year-olds back then.

you both were in fits of laughter, your belly aching and tears watering in the corners of your eye.

as you calmed down, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking a question that's been racking on your mind.

so, how long were you and your ex together?

uhhhh, about 2 years.

ohhh okay........are you seeing anyone right now?

ellie lets out a laugh, and you can hear her smile, even through the phone.

why? who's asking?

well, i was just— uhh—

i'm just fuckin' with you. nah, i'm not seein' anyone right now. single af.

okay, okay. good to know.

how 'bout you?

nope. i'm single too.

seriously?? how?

i dunno. just never found the right person i guess. also, working for this hotline has made me lose hope for relationships in general, some of these dudes call me and say all this stuff — while having a whole wife and family at home.

i think you're looking in the wrong place then. try talking to people at school or going out to parties—

can't. if i'm not doing homework or studying, i'm working and doing this. i gotta make a living somehow.

ellie couldn't help but feel bad, knowing if she could, she'd support you full time and take that weight off your shoulders.

hmm, maybe you'll meet someone who could support you and take care of your bills and stuff.

oh? where would i find that? sounds too good to be true.

maybe they're closer to you than you think.

your breath hitched in your throat, unsure of what to say next.

i— uh— i have to go. it's 5am.

oh— uh— yeah. of course. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

sunday, 11:37pm → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

hey.

hey. where's your usual greeting?

you're not a usual customer, so i think we're past that now, ellie.

ellie's heart thumped in her chest hearing you say her name.

good. anyways, what are you up to tonight?

just studying for a quiz tomorrow morning. how about you?

smoking, just finished some homework.

what class was it for?

uhhh, just this calculus class.

you clamped your mouth shut, suppressing a gasp. it was for professor adams class.

....uhhh, i could never get calculus. it's so hard.

yeah? maybe one night i can tutor you.

i'd be a terrible student.

i think you'd be the perfect student. i can teach you, i got you.

you couldn't help but think there was another meaning behind her words, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions. it would be embarrassing if you got her message all wrong.

what's your quiz on anyways?

energy transfer between cells, it's for biology.

i know a thing or two about that. here— why don't we do this, just explain to me what you know and we'll go from there.

okay, i can do that.

you and ellie spent the next two and a half hours talking about cell function and energy transfer and everything else in between, with her correcting you and adding in important things you missed.

alright, sugar, i think you're ready for this quiz tomorrow.

you think so?

i know so. you're such a smart girl.

there she goes again, praising you.

uh, th-thanks.

don't worry, okay? i know you'll do great.

a smile curls on your lips, flustered from all her support.

you should get some sleep, so you can be focused and ready for tomorrow.

m'kay. thank you, ellie, for all your help.

of course. always. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

monday, 5:32pm → 45:21 ongoing call with mister j (corpus christi, TX)

yeah, babe? you want me to fuck your tight ass?

mhm, yes mister.

c'mon. beg, sugar.

please. fuck my tight hole, mister j.

ah, hell.

you can hear his belt buckle clanging, and the soft buzz of a zipper.

what's wrong with 'ya tonight, sugar? you're bein' a real buzzkill, 'ya know that? fuckin' turnin' me off and makin' me soft.

i-i'm sorry, mister j. please, jus—

yea, yea, save it. we'll jus' try 'gain tomorrow.

the line clicks on the other end. tossing your work phone on your desk, you fall back on your bed and stuff your face in your pillow. weeping into the plush material, you let yourself fall apart and break down.

but your sobbing session is cut short as you can hear the familiar ring of your work phone.

wiping your tears, you walk over to your desk and answer.

monday, 5:45pm → 00:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

thanks for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's suga-

woah, woah, woah are you crying?

e-ellie?

yeah, baby, it's me. sounds like you're crying. what's going on? talk to me.

today was just a really, really bad day and then i opened my hotline a little early and one of my first clients just lashed out on me because i wasn't responding the way he wanted me to and—

you sniffle.

— and i'm just really stressed out by everything going on in my life right now.

i'm sorry. i wish there was something i could do— someway i could comfort you or take the weight off.

i-it's fine, ellie. talking to you is making it a little better.

ellie was silent for a moment, thinking carefully and planning her next moves accordingly.

do you trust me?

....y-yea, of c-course. why?

i'm gonna help you ease the tension. okay?

okay.

first of all, where are you?

i-in my room, sitting at my desk.

okay. go lay down on your bed.

with your phone pressed to your ear, you pick up your legs and stride over to your bed, laying down on the fluffy, material of your blanket.

okay, i'm on my bed.

good. what are you wearing?

foreseeing the direction this phone call was heading in, apprehension builds in your stomach.

ellie, you really don't have to-

hey, i want to help you. if that's okay with you. if not, we could talk about something instead.

biting your lip, you fold.

i-i'm okay with it, but i-i've never— played with myself with a customer before. i don't really do anything with myself even when i'm not working anyways.

that's okay. don't think of me as a customer, think of me as a...teacher. i got you, remember?

okay.

good girl. now, what are you wearing?

uh.. a tank top and shorts.

cute. take them off.

gulping, you follow her orders, shimmying out of your top and shorts.

done?

mhm.

good. so obedient.

i want you to rub your boobs for me. rub your nipples, pull on them, just feel the skin under your hand for me, baby.

rubbing the soft skin along your breast, and tugging on your hardened nipples, you bite your lip, savoring the way your body feels under your touch.

how does it feel?

feels good.

bet it does.

ellie couldn't stop her mind from imagining you, on your bed, perfectly naked. and how she'd give everything up, just to sneak a peek.

now, i want you to just rub your hands against the sensitive parts of your body. be slow and gentle, we're not rushing anything.

as your hands drift from your neck, down to the hills of your breasts, and to the edge of your panties, ellie speaks through the line again.

doesn't it feel nice, baby?

mhm.

wish i could be there, to watch you, touching your pussy.

you instinctively clamp your thighs, feeling heat rush to your core.

alright, take your panties off. slowly.

you slowly peel the piece of material off, looking at the small, wet spot that formulated on your underwear.

okay, they're off.

such a good girl, following my every command.

you gulp, her nickname for you sending shivers up your spine.

slowly feel the skin on your legs. stroke your inner thighs, tease yourself a little.

hanging off on her every word, you let out a shaky breath, the heat in your cunt growing only bigger and bigger.

god, i wish i can be there to see this right now. bet you look so good, thighs spread apart, pussy all wet— all because of me.

i- i'm aching. i need more, ellie.

i know, baby, i know. i wish i can help you more. if it were up to me, i'd have you bent over your desk, taking you from the back. fuck.

your mind drifts to that image, of her fucking you, taking you as hers. a stream of your slick begins to leak out from your pussy. god, you wanted her so bad.

slide a finger between your pussy, baby. let me hear how wet you are.

spreading your thighs apart, the tip of your fingers slips in between the folds of your pussy lips, the slick sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room. loud enough for ellie to hear.

fuuuuuck.

i-

you tried to speak, but it comes out sounding like a pathetic whimper. ellie's brain was going insane, she couldn't believe where she had you, writhing from her mere words.

go ahead, pretty girl. rub slow circles on your clit.

the pads of your pointer and middle finger gently rub steady, figure 8's against your hardened nub. closing your eyes, you imagined ellie, and how it was her hand instead of yours. the thought had you panting, faint breaths releasing from your parted lips.

your pussy sounds so wet, holy shit. you sound so fucking good for me. so fucking perfect.

as your fingers continue massaging on your sopping, wet clit, a pool of wetness gathers right below your ass.

how does it feel, baby?

f-feels amazing, ellie.

you let out a low whimper.

i wish you were here.

me too, pup. me too.

you can hear her heavy breaths from the other end of the phone.

i wish i could be there, kissing your neck. trailing my lips down to suck on your nipples. fuuck, wanna taste every inch of your skin. i wanna feel your pussy tighten around my fingers.

you let out another pitiful moan, only to hear ellie curse under her breath again.

rub your pussy faster for me, angel. imagine it's me, pumping my fingers in and out. would daddy's pretty girl like that?

you couldn't respond. all you could let out was these weak whines, yearning for ellie and her touch. you added a third finger, building onto the pressure and picking up the speed.

your moans sound so pretty. wonder how'd they sound when you're taking my strap. gonna have you cry out my name, yeah? isn't that right?

mhm, yes, daddy.

good. that's what daddy likes to hear, such a polite girl.

with your eyes rolling back, you could feel your orgasm building.

i-i'm gonna— ellie, i—

you gonna cum for me, puppy? huh? c'mon, rub faster, baby. i know you have a little bit more left in you.

your fingers speed up, the sound of your wetness gushing out reverberated in ellie's ear.

oh my god, daddy can i? please? can i—

arching your back, you knew you were close. the feeling was getting to be too much and you were about to fall over the edge.

look at my baby, so respectful and asking permission. come on, pretty puppy. cum for daddy. let daddy hear how good she made you feel.

that was it. letting out a penetrating moan, you rode your orgasm out and finished all over your fingers, making a mess. you were heaving, chest rapidly rising and falling.

god, i made a mess.

oh, yeah? do one more thing for me. suck your fingers clean. puppies clean up their messes.

monday, 8:57pm → 3:01:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

after your little self-care session with ellie, she took it upon herself to get your mind off of today's events, filling your conversation with stories and interesting topics.

oh, forgot to ask, what'd you end up getting on that biology quiz?

ughhh, i got a 65 out of 100. one of the reasons why i was so upset today.

seriously? how?

i don't know! i asked professor gonzalez and she told me that i was focusing on the wrong thi-

wait, did you just say professor gonzalez? holy shit, you're taking biology 201 with professor g? do you fucking go to school at university of wyoming? in jackson?

oh shit, you didn't mean for that to slip out.

i— uh— i have to go—

wait! sugar! please. hear me out.

you stay silent, waiting for what she had to say.

if we really do go to the same campus, please, let's meet up. i really want to see you.

.....why?

i just— i love talking to you. spending hours with you on the phone is what i look forward to when i get home. besides, i really want to take you out, on a date.

you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.

listen, if you want to see me too, meet me at the library in building B, by the comic book section. okay? tomorrow at 1pm.

....

i really hope you come.

the line clicks off, and you spend the rest of the night restless, tossing and turning, debating whether or not to see her tomorrow.

tuesday, 2:50pm

ellie eagerly checked her phone again, bouncing her knee in distress. her mind was running rampant — fuck, she's not gonna come. maybe jesse was right. maybe i was wasting my time.

looking up for the 80th time, she scans the comic book section, seeing no one else but some dude with his face buried in a wonder woman comic.

as ellie gets up from her chair, she turns her head, and she freezes.

there you were, looking like an angel who entered from the garden of eden. ellie's heart sped up, seeing her girl standing before her. you were everything she could've imagined and better.

walking slowly towards the brunette, you brush a piece of hair from your face, and smile meekly.

"hi ellie, it's me."

pls let me know how this fic was, i tried out a new writing style & read pt 2 here <3

[softboo]

love me, ever so gently

pairing: austin butler x reader

summary: you recently moved to a new apartment, making new some eccentric friends along the way. but what you didn't expect was falling in love with a stranger. a stranger you somehow couldn't stop thinking about

words: 2.1k

warnings: depictions of domestic abuse, dark themes of relationships

author's note: i made this on an extremely impulsive whim and i have never been so terrified of posting this. my anxiety of trying to make this story went from writing this for three days straight to now suddenly having multiple parts. i'm literally almost done with part III so we'll see how far this goes. hopefully you like my very first fic... i haven't written in years... ehh... and thank you in advance for reading this :3

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part I

"you're either incredibly talented or horribly lousy."

george stated right before you tore down the stack of books from the pile. you groaned in frustration, ignoring that thing buried right under the surface of your heart. if bookstores and libraries could make something aesthetically pleasing, then so could you. just like you were able to do a year ago.

you huffed once more before starting the process over again.

george took your silence as a precautionary warning, tentatively placing a small cup of coffee next to you, hoping maybe a little space and some caffeine couldn't hurt your pride more than he did.

"as long as you don't make a mess, it makes my job a thousand times easier," he offered you a toothy, yet slightly lopsided grin before leaving you to your uncomplicated complicated endeavors.

george circled around the remaining tables that were also still being set up for the fair at the community center. you were a regular volunteer for these events, moreso because your neighbors invited you to them in the first place. one of your neighbors being george, who hobbled right back to where you were, smiling proudly at his empty tray.

"well, my services are done."

he flashed another innocent grin before leaving you be, "make sure you get that done before cass sees you!"

"george I'm going to throw this empty tray at you."

he let out a belly laugh, even though he was as thick as a twig. he pulled you over to him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"there she is!"

you rolled your eyes at him, but couldn't help a smile. you still remember when you met him for the first time.

~ ~

your first week at the new apartment building was stressful enough, splitting your belongings in each individualized box and suitcase. and somehow through all that stress, someone as joyous as george just so happened to crash right into you with all of his groceries.

and he had this distinct smell, something between a book you haven't opened in years and an old worn out knitted sweater. at the time, he greeted you like you've been friends for years, something you deeply missed when you moved away from your hometown. from everyone.

"welcome to the neighborhood!!" he screamed in your ear, forgetting his hearing aids before he left for the store. you let out a polite, yet awkward, kind of laugh, thanking him for his very enthusiastic greeting. it's funny to look back on it now, a stranger you would've never imagined becoming friends with. including everyone else you met along the way.

~ ~

evelyn and cassandra peered from the hallway behind you, coming from the kitchen. cassandra with her big box of jewelry for her stand, while evelyn followed suit.

"did george call me cass again? i hate when he calls me cass. it sounds like ass."

"because you are an ass."

cassandra shot him a quick glaring look before he started laughing again, placing her boxes down. she pointed a shaky finger at him.

"you know one of these days, i really hope i end up dying before you. i can't stand that laugh of yours." she grumbled, which made you laugh.

"can't keep a happy man down cass. you're stuck with me forever," he bellowed, leaving a messy kiss on her cheek before she swatted him away. george dramatically saluted them before hobbling away again, wanting to mingle and socialize before the fair officially opens.

cassandra gathered her things once more as she eyed your table with a sense of pride.

"you never cease to amazing me sweetie. i always love how you decorate your books."

her words swelled in your heart and that thing that was buried right under the surface dissipated, only just for a moment. and you were completely and utterly okay with that.

"thanks cassie..." your voice drifting ever so softly. like she was going to catch it in the end like she always does.

~ ~

when you met cassandra last year, you heard her voice before you saw her. you were seated at the lobby of your apartment building, waiting for a blind date that never picked you up. it was about two hours before you decided to call it and when you looked up, you saw her.

she was a bright eyed woman, her grey hair tossed behind a small pink scarf, something you've only seen worn a few times or rather only in movies. she looked at you with a look of concern. you weren't crying of course, why waste tears on some stranger right?

but you got your hopes up immensely high and someone as experienced in her years as she was, she could tell a disappointed look when she saw one.

"oh my dear, what's the matter? are you hurt?"

you shook your head no, having no energy to formally respond with a voice.

"come here love, let's bring you back home. do you live here?"

you nodded.

she waddled her way towards you, keeping you close to her. she was a tiny woman, hunched over slightly as she led you to the elevator. once you were both inside, she asked what floor you were on and pressed the appropriate button for you. her floor being the one below yours.

"sorry we have to stop at mine first..." she began and you shook her head to stop her.

"don't be. it's okay... i was heading up anyway." you finally had strength to talk again, "i should be saying sorry for keeping you from getting home."

she scoffed at your response, displaying one of the warmest smiles you've ever seen.

"sweetie, you're doing me a favor."

the elevator dinged and opened to her floor, the woman turning to walk out.

"i am?" you asked her and she nodded, standing outside the elevator doors.

"yes. because no man deserves to make someone as lovely as you this sad."

your face went from feeling defeated to utter confusion as the woman smiled again. this time knowing exactly what you were going to ask.

"i know disappointment when i see it."

and just like that, the elevator door closed.

~ ~

"how are you feeling otherwise?" cassandra asked you, momentarily glancing over at your beautiful table.

"better. only sometimes," you responded, a lump suddenly appearing in your throat. feeling as if you were half lying somewhere.

"that's okay. just remember that someone who's broken you then doesn't deserve to break you now," she gently held your cheek, looking at you as if for the first time again.

"and besides, who knows who you'll might meet today."

~ ~

cassandra's words rung in your ears, weighing heavy on a hopelessly romantic heart. being alone was easy and you weren't lying if you admitted that to anyone because it was true. that was one of the perks of moving here, along with meeting all of your new friends.

but being lonely... that was difficult. especially when the fall season would blend into the holidays. one night after the other. because everyone seemed to find their someone by the times gifts were supposed to be given. which is why you wanted to put everything into the community fair this year.

and because heartbreak anniversaries were apparently a thing on your calendar.

you glanced over at your table, the last few books lingered for awhile. some people glancing over at them, while others would pick it up just to place it back down again. you didn't really know why seeing a book not being chosen hurt a small part of you. but it did.

or maybe you knew but didn't want to face it.

soon enough, you noticed someone hovering near the entrance, like he was contemplating whether or not to let his curiousity get the best of him. it may have been a little more than an hour or so when he actually approached your table.

you quickly stood up in response, as you noticed him eyeing a few of the older books. his hands lingered on each cover, not saying a word. his hair was blonde, wavy and messy, like he'd just woken up. the rest of him was covered by a black mask.

you did notice the way his hands moved though, hesitating to pick something. shaking a bit, a shadow crossed your peripheral and you could've sworn you saw a bruise somewhere on his knuckles.

"do you need help finding anything?" your voice coming out a lot softer than you had hoped. he looked up and you felt this entire weight lift off of you. like something encapsulating you just shattered into a million pieces and suddenly you could breathe again.

his eyes were so blue, like you were swimming in this endless ocean full of life and somehow you couldn't tell the difference between the stillness of the water or the blueness of the sky.

you could see a slight smiling forming on his face before he shook his head no.

"oh well if you want anything... i really recommend any of the classics."

his eyes glimmered a bit, letting his hand linger on one of the few books he was eyeing before.

"how much is it?" his deep tone caught you by surprise as you hesitated to respond. your own voice catching in your throat.

"oh um... everything is free."

"really?"

and just like that, you noticed something switch in him, a sense of curiosity filling those calm waters.

"which ones have you read so far?"

you didn't realize it, but your eyes lit up at the question. and he noticed. a small smile forming on his face.

"oh this one is my favorite... i haven't finished it, but it was really good from where i left off," you pointed at pride and prejudice.

you smiled at him, like your excitement was taking over and he could tell how much you loved talking about books. his gaze never wavering as you spoke about the stories that overwhelmed you and the others that never lasted a few pages before you decided to stop. he listened with such intent, such intrigue, it made you feel like you were someone he had known for years.

his aura was beautiful and a part of you wished that something would lead to something which would lead to something else. you didn't even feel anything in that regard, not yet anyway, but that same part. it was pulling... gently. ever so gently tugging at your heart.

"thank you for all of your recommendations," he began, holding on to ever single book you spoke about. you were about to protest that he didn't have to, but he was adament on keeping every single one.

"are you sure you want to get all of them?" your voice wavering on worry, but all he did was smile at you, letting out a soft laugh.

"i'm sure."

his voice was so reassuring, you almost forgot to offer him a bag. there was a slight pause before you realized, eyes widened in embarrassment.

you quickly apologized to him, running to the back to get a bag. you left the table feeling this overwhelming warmness flow through you as you noticed your heart beating against your chest. you tried to hide the excitement, but your heart was already getting your hopes too high.

but when you came back, your heart instantly dropped right into your stomach. a woman was now standing next to him, but something was different in his eyes. the oceans were no longer waves crashing against the seashore. they were climbing under thunderstorms. drowning in its own current.

her hair was dark red in color, flowing to accentuate the curves of her body. she was unbelievably gorgeous and your heart sank even more. but there was something about her that you couldn't figure out.

"here's your bag, i didn't mean to—"

"why your table is absolutely gorgeous, isn't it austin?"

he didn't glance at you or her or anyone. all he did was nod. you noticed the grip she had on his arm. it was tight. suffocating.

you offered the bag to them, but she shooed your hand away, like you were merely just a bug.

"no need sweetie, we were just on our way out. he was just looking anyway."

you tried your best to keep your composure, but you were fuming on the inside. only cassandra could call you that and at least when she did, it was endearing. not spiteful.

she flashed you the biggest smile that fueled your fire even more as she pulled austin away. you noticed him stiffen when they left the table. he couldn't even look at you.

and he couldn't even say goodbye.

[lunamochii]

'No more running away.' || atsumu x f!reader

synopsis;

Atsumu doesn't know how to express his feelings and keeps on hurting you.

cw // slight angst, tsundere atsumu, fluff at the end, timeskip tsumu.

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"I love you, Liselotte."

"I love you too, Sieg."

You finish the cake and the soda you bought on your way home from your work, you also finish the romance anime you are watching and damn did that made you feel more depress than ever. Switching off your computer, you look outside from your window and taking a look at the red hue sky.

"I also want to love someone or be love by someone..."

Then you turn to look at your reflection at the mirror beside you and can't help but laugh to yourself knowing full well why anyone wouldn't want to date you. You got up and decided to wash all the dishes and utensils you used.

When done you decided to sleep and while passing by your fridge you saw the tomorrow's date and just shrugs. It will be the same as last year, you will be alone.

You woke up but you remain laying down on your bed not wanting to get up, then your alarm go off and instead of turning off you let it be.

"Ah... I'm sick of this."

Despite all that unwillingness you were on hours ago, you found yourself standing outside the gym. Getting here wasn't that hard as you did your best to ignore all the decorations and the vendors who were selling those heart shape designs. Couples laughing and hugging on the park, side of the street.

"Oh! Your here early, manager!"

You turn around and saw Shoyo and you greeted him with a smile, right. Today is no different from every other days you've live up to.

"Morning, Shoyo."

The two of you walk together inside the gym and you let him take over of the conversation as he talk about how in the past he never gets a single thing during valentines but on his way here, girls were giving him gifts and everything. That's when you notice on how bulky his bag is.

"Oh.. I didn't prepare anything for the team.."

Shoyo immediately catch on and stop on his tracks as he search something frantically on his bag and when he got it he immediately handed it to you

"I actually prepared this for the team! This is yours!"

You carefully took it from his hands and saw it was a cupcake shape in a heart and your name is written on it.

"Shoyo... pfft- hahaha this is so cute! Thank you!"

You hug him and Shoyo breath out seeing how your mood went up, the moment he saw you standing outside the gym he knew something was off and his glad he did prepare those cupcakes with the help of his sister.

Both of you got where to the others are and Shoyo handed his cupcakes and the others saw how he got you a valentines gift, others followed suit making you smile warmly and thank them wholeheartedly.

"Hm? Aren't you going to give our cute manager here a valentine gift Miya-kun?"

Meian the captain of MSBY team tug on the setter and Atsumu answered him with a scowl on his face, ever since you took the job on being the manager of this team. Not even once did Atsumu Miya smiled to your way.

"Ehh should I really? I don't see a reason to give her anything though."

Right. His not wrong too, why would he give you something right? It's not like you two are that close. You only became their manager just a year ago. You also know how much he hates you, despite your spiraling thoughts you manage to smile.

"You didn't have to say it that way Miya!"

"Captain, it's okay. I'm okay. You guys can proceed on practicing, I'll just put your gifts on the locker room."

The voleyball players watch your disappearing figure and they couldn't even say anything. Then their heads turn to Atsumu who was also taken back by what he said and see how sad you look, made him mentally punch himself.

"Miya! You could have worded that nicely!"

Meian angrily said and Atsumu grit his teeth, everyone here knows how much he likes you. He likes you so much that he goes crazy whenever you show your support on the team. He likes you so much that everytime he look over to where you usually sit during one of his matches, he always feels like he can smash the opponent with just his serve.

"Why do you care? It's her own fault if she gets hurt by just that!"

"Miya!"

The others quickly held back their captain from attacking their setter

"What has gotten into you TsumTsum? You like he-"

"I don't!! Like?! More like, I hate her!!"

The sound of water bottle dropping on the wooden floor grab everyone's attention and they spotted you standing there completely dumbfounded. Atsumu's breath hitches seeing you.

"Haha I never knew you hated me that much. Don't worry, I will do my best to stay out of your sight."

No. You should always be at the line of his sight. He doesn't hate you. Don't make that kind of face.

"Let go of me!"

Atsumu storm out of the court. Why is he so mad? Is it because Shoyo manage to beat him on giving you a present? Because the others got you a lot more beautiful gifts? He kick the vending machine. He didn't mean those words. He didn't mean to hurt you.

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Weeks have pass ever since that incident and you live up to your word, doing your best to stay out of his sight. Making the setter get more agitated, his not doing that great during practice match. His serves doesn't feel that great and their coach have been reprimanding him. He knows he needs to be on his best since they have a upcoming match.

"Thanks!"

"No problem."

He glances at the side and saw you interacting with the others and the sight of you smiling, smiling to the others and not him, it sure made him more agitated. When it was time for their practice, he keeps on missing on the timing.

"Atsumu, set your personal matters aside. I don't need a player who gets distracted easily."

"Sorry coach.."

Grabbing a towel and a water bottle he sat down on a corner, he watch the others play but his eyes search for you and when he found you, a smile appeared to his lips but it disappeared quickly seeing how you laugh and smile fondly towards Kotaro.

"Isn't your birthday the same day our match is?! We should all go drinking after!"

Kotaro suggested but you feel the need to decline, for you it's just another normal day. You got used spending it alone that you even decline the company of your closest friends.

"Ah, Sorry! I made plans with my friends that day so I can't!"

Lies drip from your lips effortlessly

"Ehh really? Too bad, let's go drinking the other day then!"

"Hahaha okay okay! Now, go back to practice."

You push him back on the court and you let out a sigh, you start to pick up the used towels and water bottles and when you were about to refill the bottles, you saw Atsumu staring at you. You bowed curtly and ran away. Ran away from him and that hurt Atsumu.

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"Can't be help. They were prepared this time, the defeat you experience today only means that you guys still need to keeps on improving. You all can go home after stretching."

You couldn't bring yourself to speak seeing how devastated they look, despite doing their best they couldn't win against the opponent. Meian, being the captain steps up and clap his hands getting the attention of his members.

"Okay, we just need to train harder! Le-"

"My toss was perfect. So why couldn't you hit it perfectly?"

The cold voice of Atsumu followed by his words stop the captain, they all look at him and notice how his glaring hard at Kotaro.

"Huh?"

"Or are you too busy flirting with our manager that you couldn't focus on our game?"

"That's going too far."

Kiyoomi who is usually silent steps up

"Yeah, Bokuto-san was playing just as usual. It's just our oppone-"

"Really? Because every time out he always manages to flirt with her. Maybe his too engrossed with her that *SLAP*"

Atsumu felt his world stop as soon he felt the stinging pain on his cheeks, his eyes slowly drops on the person who just did that to him and his world crumble upon seeing your tears racing down from your eyes to your cheeks

"I know you hate me but you don't have any right to blame other people for the loss you guys got today!"

His hand mindlessly reach out to you but you slap it away and glared at him

"You're the worst."

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"She's not coming today too..."

Shoyo feels defeated seeing how their training is coming to an end but they didn't see you again. It's been four days and no one got the guts to voice out the reason for the thick air around the team. Atsumu resorted to practicing alone, Kotaro refuses to speak to the setter too despite the convincing of their captain.

"We can't blame her. Atsumu's words were really harsh."

Shion, the libero of their team speaks up and Shoyo silently agree. He might have known Atsumu during his highschool days but he knows he didn't mean any of those words. Atsumu may deny it but Shoyo sees how the setter looks at their manager.

Wake up, eat, sleep and repeat. That has been your routine for four days.

Atsumu's words really did a unthinkable impact to you, despite him showing not any ounce of an interest ever since you join the team, you still like him. Yes, you like him. During your highschool years, you watch one of his match during nationals and you were drawn to him seeing how he passionately loves to play voleyball. You couldn't be more than happier when you were accepted as a manager of the MSBY, knowing you applied for this job to be close to him but who knew he would be like this? Who would have thought that ha hates you.

"Let's just go to sle- *ring ring*"

You let out a grunt and reach out to your phone, not bothering who's the caller only to be met with your friend's loud voice

"Oi! How dare you ignore our messages and call?! Don't tell me you didn't do anything during your birthday?!"

You groan and check to see who and saw it was one of your very close friend, well, after that day you decided to block anyone who tries to call or text you since you wanted to be alone, it was only today that you lifted that block.

"A hello would have been good." You muttered and got up from your bed

"Dress warm and come down. We are all waiting for you."

"Huh?"

You immediately ran out from your apartment and there they are, you saw your friends holding a bottle of beers and snacks. When they spotted you, they all grin at you.

"Hurry! You have made us waited for days already!"

You stare at them blankly before laughing and going back inside to change into warm clothes, you pick your keys and immediately went out. When you got to them, they all jump at you and greeted you belayed happy birthday.

"Okay! Let's get drunk!"

>>

"I DON'T WANNA BE SINGLE ANYMORE! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE ON WHAT TYPE OF MAN YOU GIVE ME GOD!"

Your friends bursted out to laughter after hearing what you scream, you guys are currently sitting by the riverbank enjoying the drinks and foods they brought with them. You all catch up to each other's lives and it didn't matter if you guys barely texted to each other because at the end of day, all of you will find it's way to each other and will always end up sitting together and talk about how's everyones life.

You guys drink and talk for 2 hours before deciding it is time go home, they all walk you back to your apartment since you were the one who is very wasted. They wanted to walk you towards your apartment door but you ushered them to just go home already. Since you didn't wanna bother them any longer plus you didn't want to let them see how mess your home currently is.

On the other hand, Osamu manage to knock some sense on his twin and Atsumu found himself standing by your home's door. When he was about to knock, he heard steps at his right side and when he saw you, he took a step back

"Atsumu? Hmm can't be him. Who are you?"

You walk up closer to him but you're too drunk to see clearly, Atsumu caught on the smell of alcohol and he curses when you stumbled on your feet and landed on his chest.

"Why did you drink so much? You can't hold your liquor that well."

"Hahahaha right! You can't be Atsumu, that man hates me. He don't care a thing about me."

You said with your eyelids half close and slowly inhaling his scent and somehow it brings you comfort. Atsumu couldn't say a word as he search for your pockets, when he got your keys he inserted to your door and open it.

He tried waking you up so he could help you walk inside but you didn't budge. Atsumu ended up carrying you into his arms and when he step inside your home, he notice how you toss the MSBY jacket on the side. Several cans of beer lying on the floor, trash that weren't taken out. A total mess.

"Atsumu why.... why do you hate me?"

He look down at you and couldn't help but lean down and kiss you on the forehead

"I don't hate you. I like you."

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You woke up with a major headache and it got worse when you scan your home and see that it's very clean. You don't even remember how you got home, maybe one of your friends clean your home for you. You gotta thank them some time.

Today, you decided to go back to work since you can't keep on being like this. You hurriedly took a bath and just slip on anything comfortable. That's right, this heavy feeling will eventually pass. Right now, you gotta focus on getting yourself live! Before you can leave, you decided to just sneak and watch them in secret. Your heart and mind is still not ready to face them, or him.

"Nice kill!"

"High five!"

Smiling Atsumu. What a rare sight and sore for your eyes, he is smiling but not towards your way. You aren't the reason why his smiling..

"Hng!"

You slap both of your cheeks stopping yourself to think anything further, this is a small step you are taking in order for you to let go of your feelings to him. You resume watching them play in two vs two although you don't know the other people on the court. They all look like they are close, maybe highschool friends.

You grab your phone to look at the message that just pop and it's Shoyo texting that the team misses you and it'd be nice if you come so you will meet his seniors and other friends. During these days Shoyo and the others keeps on texting you, even Kiyoomi who you took as someone who really don't care of his surroundings.

'I will try.'

You hit send and as soon your message was delivered you heard someone scream from the court, you're glad they can't see you from this seat since you decided to take a seat on the second floor row seats.

"She's coming! Finally! She's comingg!"

"Eh? Who's coming?"

"Our manager!"

They gathered around Shoyo and saw your reply, all of them keeps on texting you but you only replied to Shoyo. Atsumu grip the ball that is on his hand, remembering he stayed in your hour for an hour after he was done cleaning. Since it was only the time he could admire your face from a closer look.

Your debating whether you should go down or not but seeing the expression of the team being excited of you coming back, you just have to thicken your face and hope your gaze won't meet Atsumu's. On your way down, you notice people coming so you took a turn to the right but you ended up bumping to someone.

"Ow... I'm sorry!"

"It's my fault, I was on my phone."

You look up and the both of you have same expression

"Sachiro?!"

"Ms. Birdie!"

You quickly smack him on the shoulders and he laugh loudly, you can't believe he still remembers that nickname he gave you.

"Can you please forget about that?! It's the most embarassing moment of my life!"

"Ehhh? But remembering your devastated face is quite fun."

Well, who wouldn't be devastated when the pet bird you just bought from a pet store flew away from the cage just because it wasn't lock securely and he just happen to be passing by and witness it all.

"Sachiro!"

"Okay okay! Pfft-"

You rolled your eyes but you soon join him to laughing and when you both calm down, you decided to ask why his here

"Oh my friend invited me. He plays for Adlers but today they all got the gym for themselves and all the team we all fought during highschool are here."

So that's why there's so many people! You also notice the twin of Atsumu standing on the side while talking to some people.

"What about you?" He ask

"Oh... I'm actually the manager of MSBY and I was just sneaking around since something happened and uh..."

You look away and Sachiro is quick to sense that something is going on but he decided not to pry further.

"That's nice! Are you leaving or going in there?"

"Oh uhm... I'm going."

Sachiro smiled and you both walk towards the entrance of the court and your heart began to pound very loud that you unconsciously grab on to his jacket, when the both of you immerge from the entrance. Instantly eyes are on you or maybe on your hands grabbing tightly on his jacket.

"Sachiro! Why are you with the manager of the jackals?"

"We're friends and we bump to each other."

Korai ask then his eyes darted on the hands of the woman trembling while grabbing a good hold of his friend's coat. Shoyo manage to let him in on what happened to the jackals lately and he turn his attention to the jackals setter and oh boy the ball is near to exploding.

"Are you that nervous?"

Sachiro turn slightly to lean down and whisper to your ears

"Huh?! I-I'm not! Hey everyone!"

Your hands let go of his coat and ran towards where your team is and Shoyo is the first one to jump at you and hug your frame tight until it led to a group hug. Then, Shoyo began to introduce you to the other people and you met his seniors and the other players. Some of them have drop playing voleyball upon graduating from highschool and some didn't.

"Heya~ you're the only who haven't tasted my new recipe."

"Osamu!"

The black haired man grin and handed you his newly made onigiri, you can say that you're close to him since the team sometimes eats on his restaurant here in Tokyo.

"Oh my! This is yummy!"

"Heh- then I'll add this to my menu. Oh, you got something in your face..."

You were about to get it but he beat you to it as he took it with a swipe using his thumb and your cheeks turn red seeing how he lick his thumb.

"Osa- What the fuck is your deal?"

Atsumu came infront of you and push his twin away from you and several people immediately hold Atsumu back and Osamu ignored his twin as he look at you

"You should just forget this stupid asshole and get it with me."

Before you can even say something Atsumu was already screaming his twin's name and was about to punch but Osamu is quick to dodge it as he ran away laughing.

"You. Come here."

Atsumu said as soon he return from chasing his brother, he tug on your hand and led you at the locker room. What even happened? You ask yourself. Why are you alone with him in this room? Should you say sorry for slapping him? But why would you? Wh-

"Everytime I land my gaze at you, you're with a man. What's with you pulling men from left to right?"

Your eyebrow raises and you immediately meet his eyes

"Are you telling me that I'm a slut?"

"What?! How did you- fuck!"

"Don't curse at me! I get it. You're mad because I slap you. Well, I'm sorry! But you're still an asshole!"

Atsumu groan as he pace back and forth trying to come up with the best words he can. Osamu, that idiot just had to add fuel to his jealousy. Why is he so jealous?! Why?!

"Why do I like you so much?!"

"What..."

Your breath hitches when he suddenly look at you and immediately his right in front of you. Your back press agaisnt the door with his right arm place right above your head

"What did you do to me? How come I like you so much that it irritated me so much not being the first one to give you something during valentines."

His minty breath fans your face as he reach for your hair and starts to play with it, being this close to you is making him go crazy, he can't even think straight.

"I like you so much that I hate how you smiled brightly towards Bokuto and how his the one who gets to bask on your warmth."

He place his right hand on your cheeks and you are looking straight on to his eyes, he leans down and you swear to God that your heart is about to burst out from your ribcage

"I like you so much that seeing other men touching you is making me go crazy.."

His lips hovers over yours and you were the one to close the gap. Maybe you are crazy. Maybe you like him so much too that you lost all the right to think straight.

"Shit"

Atsumu's arms immediately wrap around your waist and press your body more towards his. He lick your lower lip and you immediately let his tongue in, you moan out through the kiss and Atsumu almost punch the door.

"I need to breath.."

"More.."

He claim your lips again and you hold on to him for a support, his fingers running through your hair as he kisses you deep and full of love. He didn't even notice his tears streaming down to his cheeks. You immediately pulled away and cup his cheeks

"Why are you crying?!"

"I like- no, I love you. Please, I love you so much. I'm sorry... I'm sorry for being a dickhead to you. I'm sorry for being an asshole."

"Atsumu..."

He place one hand over yours as he kiss your palms then it trails down towards your wrist and he looks at you, with teary eyes

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me? Hm? I will do my best to change. Just... just let me love you."

Now, it's your turn to cry and you punch him on the chest as you sob uncontrollably. He let you punch him and when you stop he hug you tight, burying his face on the crook of your neck

"Idiot. You're an idiot! Why weren't you honest from the start?! Do you know how hard it is for me to endure with the thought of the person I like, hates me? You're an idiot!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry.. it's just... I didn't know any better. You... you were just so amazing. You were always there for us, supporting us. That I started to doubt that if I would be like that too. Be there for you, support you through your decisions. I... I got scared that if I let you know how I feel, you would distance yourself to me.."

So that's why you sometimes catches him glancing from you but you really didn't pay any attention to it.

"I'm just a manager. It is my duty to keep the teams spirit."

"You're more than that! During our darkest moment in court, you always manage to cheer us up. Your inspiring words are one of the reasons that keeps us winning our fights."

He grab a hold of your hand and kiss your knuckles as he looks at you

"You're my world... you are my light. I love you. Can I be your lover?"

You look at him with mix emotions and you ended up laughing with tears, guess you can call this a tears of joy now.

"Very cheesy isn't like you Tsumu."

His smile widen and engulf you to a tight hug. He pulled away and cup your cheeks as he capture your lips to kiss you tenderly. He press his forehead to yours and the both of you are smiling, he kiss your nose and you both giggled

"Let's go? The others must be worried."

You nodded and the both of you walk out of the room hand in hand and you notice how silent the court is

"Did they left?" You ask and squeeze his hand, seeing the lights on the court were turn off

"I think? Let me check my pho- Congratsulations!"

All the lights turn on at the same time and when your eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, you saw a banner stating

'Congrats on not being a coward anymore Atsumu!'

Your gaze drops on his arm that is wrap around your shoulders making you stand close to him

"Ah to be young..."

Meian wipe the single tear on his eyes, he saw you on the second floor and knew right away that this love chase has to end. So he ask Shoyo to text you convincing you to come, he knows you will. He also ask Korai to have his friend approach you. Lucky, he says since you and Sachiro had some connection. Then when he notice Atsumu glaring daggers towards your direction, he got Atsumu's twin on his plan and that's how it went.

"What the hell! You guys were evesdropping!!"

"Please forgive me hm?"

Osamu said mockingly and Atsumu started to chase him again and you just stand there laughing. Hearing you laugh is enough to make Atsumu feel things, he went back to you and kiss you infront of all the people and it did shut you up. He embrace you with one arm and look at the people, grinning from ear to ear.

"Atsumu Miya is officially taken."

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You were woken up when you felt something wrap around your waist, slowly your eyes flutter open and was greeted by a snoring Atsumu. A soft smile grace your lips, fingers lightly stroking his face. It has been five months now ever since you guys started dating. He also successfully persuaded you on moving to his house here in Tokyo. A lot has happened ever since you guys started dating, you are still their manager but Atsumu is thinking taking a break from voleyball. He reasons that he wants to start planning for your guys future.

"G'morning babe..."

"Mornin' Tsumu."

You kiss him on the lips and he smiled and pulls you even closer, today he got a day off and it means he doesn't have to participate to the practice. You were also given a day off so he suggested you guys go on a date today.

"Where do you want to go?" You ask, your fingers now playing on his hair

"Anywhere as long as I'm with you."

He replied and it made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You pinch him and he laugh at your reaction, he will never get tired of seeing your flustered face.

"Be seirous!"

"I am serious, as long as I'm with you anywhere is fine."

He moved and now his on top of you and you felt his fingers rubbing circles on your thighs, he leans down and lick the mark he made last night. You let out a whimper, his hand moving slowly to where he kept on touching you last night also.

"Again? We were on it till 3am..."

"Promise, We'll get up after."

He said but you know better than to trust his words but you just let him. You love it anyways.

The end.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Make Me Feel Alive Episode 3

Gilbert von Obsidian's Birthday Story

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

On Gilbert's birthday, there was an unusual tension hanging around the castle.

(Is his birthday really taboo?)

(No one talks about it, and no one's preparing a celebration.)

As I whisked the cream into the bowl, I couldn't help but think about it.

(I always thought it was normal to celebrate birthdays.)

(But I guess not for him.)

------------Flashback-----------

Gilbert: "Will you also celebrate my birthday at the risk of your life?"

Emma: "........"

Gilbert: "Even if it's you, I might still find it unpleasant."

---------Flashback Ends--------

(He really meant those words.)

(If my expectations are wrong, things could get really messy.)

My heart raced so rapidly that it seemed like it might burst out at any moment. Even my hand holding the bowl was trembling.

(No, I need to be more confident.)

(I'm his fiancée, so I gotta keep it together.)

Taking a deep breath to dispel the anxiety and tension, I unconsciously resumed what I was doing.

Emma: "I wonder if he'll be happy."

???: "Mhm, it's really delicious."

Emma: "!?"

I turned around and saw Gilbert already devouring the sponge cake.

(What the hell? When did he get here!?)

Gilbert: "Come on, don't stop. If you don't keep your hands moving, I'm gonna eat everything."

Emma: “Wait, please don’t eat it!”

(The cake will be gone before it’s finished!)

Hastily taking the sponge cake from him, his refined face twisted into an unhappy expression.

Gilbert: “Do you really have to do that?”

Emma: “If I run out of sponge, I won’t be able to make the cake.”

Gilbert: “It was delicious as it is.”

Emma: “Even if it’s delicious, it won’t be enough!”

Gilbert: “Ehh? I prefer quantity over quality.”

Emma: “I’ll bake a lot of cookies later, so can you please let this slide?”

Emma: “I really want to prioritize the quality of the cake. I want to make this birthday cake special.”

Gilbert: “Hmm. You’re really brave.”

He brought a chair over and sat down, looking up at me intensely.

Emma: “This is just my speculation, but I don’t think you don’t want your birthday to be celebrated.”

(Since he’s the one who told me about his birthday.)

Emma: “It’s just that you hated lies.”

Emma: “On a special and important day, you couldn’t tolerate it being tainted with corruption and deception.”

Emma: “I thought maybe that’s the case.”

(His mother and older brother were kind to him in the past.)

(Those two surely celebrated his birthday when he was young.)

(But that day will never come again.)

(The only people left around him were the corrupted aristocrats.)

Gilbert: "Fufu. As expected, you really love me."

Gilbert rested his hand on his chin and laughed briskly.

Well, he was right.

Gilbert: "Will you really celebrate my birthday wholeheartedly?"

Emma: "Of course."

Gilbert: "I've killed many people before, and I might kill many more in the future."

Gilbert: "Would you still celebrate it and support me if I continue executing those who wish me a happy birthday?"

Emma: "........."

I felt like he was testing my determination.

(Birthday celebrations are a way to say thank you for being born.)

(It's also a day to hope that you will continue to live.)

Celebrating the birthday of a notorious villain who shook the entire continent is not something one can do half-heartedly, and those who celebrate might, in a way, bear a certain burden of guilt.

Emma: "Yes."

(Even though he might be an irredeemable villain, I want him to find redemption.)

(Despite his numbness to human feelings, I believe he has the most beautiful heart in the world.)

Emma: "Even if you've turned the whole world against you, I'll still celebrate."

Emma: "I'm already a pretty bad woman just by being here, so it's too late now."

Emma: "Please don't underestimate my feelings for you."

(It's his birthday, yet it's hard to even genuinely celebrate.)

(This is the price he has to pay for his position and for seizing control of the evil empire.)

(Celebrating a birthday with such determination to the point of risking one's life is a first for me.)

Gilbert: "Fufu, sorry. I might have teased you too much."

(Huh?)

He stood up from his chair and reached out to touch my eyes.

His cold fingertips scooped up a single drop of tears that even I hadn't noticed.

(I hate this. I didn't mean for it to be like this.)

(However, I can't help but wonder how many years he has suppressed his birthday to protect his memories from being tainted.)

I forcefully wiped my tears and peered into his red eyes.

He was smiling as usual, but I was surprised to see a noticeable wavering that made my heart ache.

(No, these tears aren't mine.)

(He's the one who really wants to cry.)

(I wonder what he has been thinking about every time his birthday comes around.)

(I'm sure he was lonely at first, but then he probably forgot how lonely he was and didn't feel anything anymore.)

(But now he remembered the loneliness. Is that why he told me about his birthday?)

With an overwhelming impulse, I reached for his cold cheek and lightly kissed it.

Gilbert: "What is it?"

Emma: "I can't give you the cake right away, so here's an alternative gift."

Gilbert: "It's rather shabby for a present."

Emma: "Then, how about this?"

I placed the bowl on the table and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Then I kissed him deeper than before, and he bit me hard on the lip.

(Ouch!)

Thankfully, there was no blood, but the bitten spot throbbed as he licked it with his tongue.

With this, he took control, overpowering the initiative I had held.

His cold fingers pried open my lips and gently devoured my tongue.

Feeling weak, I leaned against the worktable, and he lifted the hem of the black dress he gave me, forcibly inserting his fingers into my inner thigh.

Emma: "Gil, it hurts."

Gilbert: "Yeah, I'm doing it on purpose."

Emma: "Why?"

Gilbert: "Because you don't like pain."

(You're really saying that?)

The pain quickly turned into another sensation as his fingers worked inside me.

It was like a mark of affection that Gilbert used to engrave on my body every night.

(That's why I can't hate it.)

Gilbert: "See, you're already enjoying it."

Gilbert: "By the way, this is the kitchen. Aren't you going to stop me?"

With a squelching sound, his cold fingers increased to two.

Just before my mind was about to go completely blank, he stopped, and I unconsciously let out a sigh.

Emma: "Just for today."

Emma: "No matter what you do, I'll endure it if that's what you want."

Gilbert: "Because it's my birthday?"

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him close to my chest.

Emma: "I won't lie to you."

Emma: "So until you feel at ease, feel free to continue as much as you want."

Emma: "I want you to know that I genuinely want to celebrate your birthday."

Emma: "I'll keep telling you until you believe it, no matter how much it hurts."

Gilbert: ".........."

Gilbert: "What? So you already figured it out?"

(As expected, there's always a reason behind his threats.)

Emma: "You're probably much easier to understand than you think."

Gilbert: "I think those are words only someone who faces me head-on can say."

Gilbert: "It's really a pity to be liked by a troublesome man like me."

He suddenly laughed and bit my neck.

(Erasing all the suspicions built up over the years might be difficult, but if I can convey that he won't be lonely on his birthday, that alone would be enough.)

While enduring all the pain and pleasure he gave me, I somehow managed to finish the cake.

After celebrating together, we naturally embraced each other's bodies.

After being thoroughly teased during the day, my body immediately welcomed Gilbert, and all that remained after we reached the climax was the sound of our heartbeats.

Gilbert: "Fufu. Your heart is still pounding."

Emma: "I can hear the sound of your heartbeat too."

Wrapped in each other's arms with nothing between us, the sound of our heartbeats resonated.

(His heartbeat is proof that he's alive.)

(I want to feel this every time I celebrate his birthday.)

When I put my arms around his back, he slightly furrowed his eyebrows.

(There are scratches on his skin.)

Emma: "Sorry. It's probably because of me."

Gilbert: "It's fine. I like it when you hurt me."

Gilbert: "It would've been nice if you left not only scratches but bite marks as well."

His fingers traced along my arm, where the bite marks were.

(Not just the arms. I feel like I was bitten all over today.)

Emma: "It's difficult because I don't know how to control my strength like you do."

Gilbert: "Then let's learn together. Shall we master it by my next birthday?"

Emma: "You'll celebrate with me again next year?"

Gilbert: "Who knows? Whether it will be the last or the first is up to you."

Gilbert: "If you love me a lot, I might change my mind."

Emma: "........"

Gilbert: "But your celebration this year wasn't unpleasant."

Gilbert: "Thank you."

Emma: “.........”

(I’m gonna tear up.)

(I might start crying again if I let my guard down.)

He smiled and gently stroked my hair. His expression was more readable than usual, possibly because the eye patch was off.

Emma: “Then, how about inviting Roderich and Walter to the party next time?”

Emma: “I’m sure both of them really want to celebrate your birthday.”

Gilbert: “That’s not happening.”

(Not happening, huh?)

Gilbert: “I don’t need other people’s celebrations. As long as I have yours, that would be enough for me.”

Gilbert: “Because I only love you.”

Emma: “I’ll shower you with lots of love, so please let me celebrate next year, too.”

Gilbert: “Fufu, got it. As long as you’re you, I’ll let you celebrate.”

Gilbert: “Continue loving this beast with your pure heart, okay?”

Episode 1 ╎ Episode 2 ╎ His POV

[the-fiction-witch]

Tickle Fight!

Media The Maze Runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Adorable + Flirty AF

Requested Anonymous asked: Could you do an imagine where Newt and Y/n are having a tickle fight and then Y/n accidentally feels his hard-on, and then it’s all cute cause he gets rlly embarrassed? 

I sat against the little log, my chicken skewer in hand, watching the shadows of the fire on the green glade grass and the tall grey walls of the maze, The boys parting away as they often did bonfire nights. Beside me sat Newt, in his usual hoodie with his jar of moonshine in his hands. Every so often he would bring his jar to his lips sipping the mysterious stuff. 

"You're gross."

He jumped a little and glared at me, "I didn't even say anything." 

"No, I don't know how you drink that stuff." I told him, "You even know what's in it?"

"I don't know, Gally's secret recipe" he smirked, 

"Ehh I don't know how you drink it." 

"Well when you've been here as long as I have, I'm sure you'll find your way to relax."

"I have my way to relax."

"Oh?"

"Umm, I have a nice hot shower, then to my room with some fresh yummy strawberries."

"That does sound nice." he nodded, "But you sure you don't want some?"

"I'm sure Newt." I nodded, leaning on his shoulder a little, 

"Ohh, Hi love,"

"Hi." I smiled, "You have a cosy shoulder,"

"Oh, I do? good I'm happy you like my shoulder." 

I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder for a good while before I hugged his arm, 

"Awww," he smiled,

"tickle, tickle, tickle," I giggled playfully as I tickled up his inner arm,

"Ahhh! Noo-" He warned as he stopped my hand, "No tickling."

"Why?"

"Becuase I'm ticklish."

"Ohh are you Newtie," I smirked evilly,

"No. no. I know that look love, don't even think about it." 

"Tickle Time!" I smiled as I jumped on him and began to tickle him,

"Noooo! Nooooo! Noooo!" He whined between his laughs as he tried desperately to remove my hands. "Noo! you stop or I'm gonna have to tickle you back."

"tickle, tickle, tickle," I giggled, 

"Fine! I warned you." He smirked, as he threw me onto the grass and began to tickle me, 

"ahhhh noooo newt!" I yelped,

So it became a fight the two of us scampered around the glade, whenever we reached one another our fight of tickles would continue, and I managed to get him pinned to the grass in the gardens with my knees on his thighs as I tickled him causing his endless laughed,

"nooo noooo! Nooo more tickles no more tickles I give in!" He whined, "You win! you win no more!" 

"I win?"

"Yes you win!"

"good,"

"When I let you win you're meant to stop tickling me!"

"Nope! you must be punished for your crimes!"

"But I surrendered"

"I don't care."

"Noooo noooooo War crimes! war crimes! Geneva Convention!"

"No! no one can save you from my wrath!" I giggled tickling him even more going under his hoodie to ensure he had no escape, 

"Noooooooo please!" He begged trying to squirm away, 

But as I tickled him I felt something.

My face turned utterly red as my hand found something stiff and slightly throbbing through his brown tattered trousers, he noticed where my hand had ended up when he tried to squirm away. He turned even redder than me. We met eyes and there was for the first time in a good while, stillness and silence. I quickly moved my hand and he quickly pushed me off and pulled his knees to his chest. 

"We gonna talk about what just happened?"

"No."

"Newt?"

"No."

"Did you-"

"Don't say anything love." 

"Do you have-"

"Don't!" He warned, 

"Newt?"

"... I uhhh i uhhhh I uhhh I'm really... sorry."

"For?"

"You know."

"I don't care."

"You don't?"

"No,"

"Uhhhhhh you uhhh you don't- Really?"

"I think it's cute," 

"Cute!"

"it's adorable to see you got so excited," 

"Ohhh uhhh well I uhhh yeah I uhhh I guess I did get a little excited."

"Ohh I felt it Newt you got very excited."

"I couldn't help it," he blushed, "Having you... running your hands all over me, and pinning me down, standing over me with your uhhh shirt so... uhhhh umm." He nodded, 

"Dirty little boy." 

"I didn't mean to! but you know... I've been here a long time love and you are our only girl... I - I can't help thinking like that sometimes."

"It's fine Newt I think it's adorable." I smiled kissing his cheek, 

"You're really not mad at me?"

"No of course not,"

"Thank you, Love,"

"It's fine, Little newtie can't help but get excited."

"He can't, not with you around." He blushed, "Little newt can't help but get excited when the lovely girly is around." 

"Very cute," I smiled kissing his cheek again, "but it's not saving you from tickles!" I smiled and jumped on him to tickle him again, tickling under his hoodie again,

"nooooooo!" he begged, "Noo please love!" He pleaded before he grabbed me and flipped us over so he was over me, 

"Hi,"

"Hi Love,"

"you're going to torture me aren't you?" I asked sheepishly 

"Maybe," he smiled but he leant down and kissed my lips with a sweet softness, he held my cheek gently, and stroked his thumb across my cheek, I kissed him back which only made him deepen our kiss till we each pulled away, "Whoa-"

"Ummm... maybe I should tickle you every day if that's how it ends."

"You don't have to tickle me to make me kiss you, love," he cooed closed the gap and kissed me again, I happily slid my hands up under his hoodie to stroke his chest as we kissed, his body began to slightly squirm on top of me as he pushed himself against me, he even moaned slightly into our kiss till I pulled back,

"I think little newtie is a little over-excited."

"I think so too." he gasped before he took my wrists in his hands, "If you're gonna have your hands on me, love, maybe move then... the other way?" he suggested as he gently guided my hands down, 

"You'd like that?" I asked as I wrapped my legs around his waist,

"mhm," He gulped as he nodded quickly and excitedly, 

"Well, how about we go back to my room?"

"Absolutely!" He yelped excitedly as he picked me up in his arms to all but carry me to my room with him. 

[givehimthemedicine]

Madwheeler and Super-El: Max and Mike's perspectives on El as the (super)hero

working on another post pondering El's role as "the hero" vs the way the show really doesn't support that concept, and places huge importance on teamwork instead.

the hero is usually the strong/capable one expected to take all the risks and save the day, and other characters feel free to throw them at danger without fearing too much for their safety, especially if they also have powers. but when the hero is a little girl, that's harder.

so today I'm chewing on how El is viewed in that light by the two people closest to her - both of whom are prone to contextualizing her powers through a fantasy lens.

so, here comes one of my favorite El-Max topics, but also one where I've shortchanged Mike in the past. I need to revise some of the old stuff I've said about Bad Guy Mike identifying El as a superhero vs Good Guy Max identifying El as just a girl with superpowers. that was a pretty superficial read on both ends.

(I'm sure the Mike parts will be kindergarten review for his fans/analysts, but I don't usually pay him much attention; this is aimed more at the Mike-hater/ignorer elmax crowd I spawned from)

this is a long ramble, but a fun one I think!

let's start with Max.

for her, El begins as a mythological figure. she doesn't believe she exists as described by Lucas. but then El proves her existence via a very badass entrance, and it only supports Max's idea of her as some kind of invincible, superhero-esque figure.

Max scoffs at the idea of El needing Hopper's protection at the lab. actually, El does need it, bigtime! closing the gate takes all her focus, and without Hopper there to fend off demodog attacks, she probably couldn't have done it.

Max doesn't see that, though, and presumably spends little or no time around El between seasons, so her first impression goes unchallenged for almost a year.

we find s3 Max locked in HARD in her faith in El as the hero who can solo the baddie, take care of herself, and save everyone else. she seems to picture that having superpowers means El has nothing to fear.

the sauna is the first time Max actually sees El fight, and it doesn't go how she expects

El fights Billy, but gets overpowered at one point. everybody's stunned: this is the first time any of the party has ever seen El not decisively win a fight, so "uhhh... should we do something?" doesn't kick in instantly. Max and the others watch as El gets choked purple. only Mike intervenes to save her life and give her a moment to regain control of the fight.

"like she needs protection" and "you have super powers! what's the worst that could happen?" age like milk here. this is when Max sees that El is not invincible and needs help. lesson learned!

... ehh well.. actually what happens is, Max doubles down on her solo-hero-El stance after this and has a bigtime attitude about it.

and, okay, I'm ready to admit that Max's overconfidence towards El's abilities leads to her treating El more like she's a superhero than Mike does during this era. not her intent, but, what's said is said. (I'll get into it, bear with me)

when Mike worries about El endangering herself, Max accuses him of not respecting El's right to make her own choices. when Lucas suggests killing the MF with fireworks, she eyerolls him for thinking any non-El approach could be of value.

nobody was 100% right or wrong, but I see Max having the most crow to eat after all this. Mike was right to worry about El's limits and fear for brain damage: she loses her powers entirely (in the sense that this is later likened to the brain-scrambling of a stroke, can it not be said that El did take brain damage from the MF? not exactly how Mike meant it, but?). and Lucas is no dummy for the fireworks idea: it's all that stops El from getting flayed at one point.

El still helps save the day in s3, but as the big powerful solo hero? nah. least of any season. Max's repeated bets on her powers lose.

so why did watching El almost die in the sauna seem to have no effect on Max's perception of her? why does she still assert that El alone will kick all the flayed butts in 3x6, after she needed some nerd's help kicking (1) flayed butt in 3x4?

there is a visible effect! just not the one you expect right away.

mid-3 is Max's guilt and denial era

3 is when all the issues are coalescing that leave Max depressed in 4: she wished for something terrible to happen to Billy, and now it is, so it feels like it's her fault. she's not ready to cope with the guilt that comes from that, or any of the other dominos that are falling as a result.

"I just stood there and watched" is textually about Billy and the flesh monster. but if Max feels guilt for inaction, she would have similar feelings about El in the sauna, where she also took no action.

Max specified that her inaction with Billy wasn't because she was scared or weak, but because she didn't know if he deserved to be saved. It being a decision not to act is why she feels so terrible about it. I see no reason to think it was radically different in the sauna: I could completely buy that she somewhat chose not to act because she didn't think El needed to be saved.

I don't think either are cases of Max blaming herself for an uncontrollable freeze response, because we see multiple illustrations of her not having that response, whether it's herself or others in danger.

post-sauna, Max has plainly seen that El did need protection, and is struggling with the fact that she didn't provide any. the bathroom scene is when her guilt is the clearest, imo.

watch how she gets lost in the sight of El's bruises and stops what she's doing, and the way she asks if it hurts. you can imagine her logic in feeling like those bruises are her fault: both for "causing" the greater situation and for not making a move to help.

but what's really telling is the abrupt change of subject and tone from "are you in pain?" to "lol that Mike's a yapper amirite?". she has a lot of nerve putting Mike down after he's the one who just saved El's ass, right? but that's exactly why she does it. this is 14 year old coping with heavy feelings in an immature manner, as they'll do.

choosing Mike isn't just a random "lol madwheeler worsties" attempt to cheer El up. it's an attempt to bury her shame at her own inaction compared to his action in the sauna. by getting a laugh out of El at Mike's expense and shifting the theme of the scene towards making fun of the boys, she's steering into waters that reflect more favorably on herself, and her bond with El, than him/his.

so I think that's one big reason Max is doubling down on her confidence in El in mid-3: to absolve her guilt. she's trying to convince herself that El really CAN take care of herself despite what she saw. because if El is superheroically powerful, Max has nothing to feel guilty about (and in fact, is El's only good, supportive friend for having faith in her!)

season 3's war of the sexes

here's another reason I think Max doubles down. she has some male-specific trust issues at play behind the scenes in this season that have been messing up her relationship. as a result of El coming to her for advice, Max's private personal trauma-foibles get projected out into this "stupid boys" war of the sexes that clogs up most of the party's season.

why do I bring up trust issues? because Max does. her framing in the cabin argument is pretty bullshit: she spins Mike's concern for El's wellbeing into an issue of trust. which is a kinda odd word for the situation, especially considering it does not play to her advantage.

look at her regret that she let that word escape containment lmao:

Max thinks boyfriends can't be trusted, so it follows that girlfriends should always be trusted - and "trust" here means "trust El to save the day without killing herself". even though I trust it's been explained to her that that's classic El behavior.

she presents her case to Nancy and Jonathan, but a fair trial for Mike goes out the window when only Nancy weighs in. yep, the Nancy who's fresh off her own war with Jonathan about workplace misogyny and how he should've trusted her about the rat story. so Nancy's ruling (while none of it is wrong) has a heavy bias in the same direction as Max's, and totally glosses over the valid aspects of what Mike's saying. lmao at the way Jon mutes himself for this discussion. she's never wrong, son.

El's agency and ability prevail as the only real issues among the loudest voices in the room - neither of whom share the trauma of already having witnessed El exercise both to sacrifice herself.

oh, but then look what happens as soon as El starts losing another fight:

at least some of that was denial, because it ends abruptly right here. Max doesn't need it anymore, because she has something way better: another chance.

I think if the sauna truly hadn't changed Max's mind about El, then Max would've done the same thing here (stood and watched). but she doesn't. this time when El gets overpowered fighting the flesh monster and almost gets yoinked, Max jumps in to help pull her back.

(this is how we can be sure Max's inaction with Billy and the FM wasn't merely a freeze response. "I imagine myself running to you, pulling you away" - they showed her able and willing to do exactly that for El)

this is a huge step. but still, the anti-Lucas-fireworks stuff happens even after this. (she's a work in progress, okay?)

in fairness, El's powers are the more effective approach. she still has them here, and nobody foresees her losing them over a leg injury. if all had gone as expected, El would've probably done the heavy lifting in another FM fight at the mall. Max doesn't have to be so dismissive of conventional backup plans, but she's not wrong-wrong about this particular one, either: fireworks don't kill the FM. they're an invaluable distraction, yes, but not fatal.

by this point, Max understands now that El needs help/protection even though she has powers, but still places her faith in those powers above all else to handle the supernatural fighting. which I'd call a fairly reasonable, if sucks-to-be-El assessment.

more progress is made when El loses her powers:

this little piece of action is sooooo tasty as a bookend to the sauna scene.

this time, Max doesn't wait to see how the fight goes and then jump in for backup if needed. she takes the defensive lead this time, stepping out in front. none of these three have the physical strength to beat Billy, so she figures that as Billy's stepsister, the responsibility falls to her to try to stop him a different way. doesn't work even a little bit, but, credit for the effort to defend. (Mike too, full credit for trying)

s4 Max on El's power loss

we don't know of anything Max ever said TO El regarding her power loss. but during her curse era in season 4 she's still out there wishing for El to get her powers back.

this line was a rock in my shoe for awhile because I thought Max should've grown past the solo-hero-El mindset after s3. I wish the burden wasn't always on El, and I'd like to see Max express that too, and spend more time helping think of conventional solutions instead of just relying on El's powers to save the day.

but actually I just misinterpreted the line.

she doesn't say this during the discussion about how they're gonna stop Vecna. this is specifically in reply to Nancy pointing out that they need to find a way into the UD in order to do that. so Max isn't saying she wishes El would come kill Vecna / rescue her / save the day, she's just saying she wishes El could poke a hole into the UD for them so they can do it. opening a portal is the part the kids really can't do on their own. shooting/stabbing a guy, sure.

once a gate presents itself, Max never wishes for El's help again. she volunteers as bait while the others kill Vecna, which is an entirely conventional solution.

so, this still fits a general trend away from regarding El as a solo/super hero. as always, Max looks to El for the stuff that can only be accomplished with superpowers; what's really changing is that her perception of "things that can be accomplished without superpowers" is expanding. s3 to s4 shows an enormous decrease in her reliance on El for supernatural battle.

ooh but the final step (so far) is my favorite

Max really no longer expects El to solo, even when she shows up with powers and gives explicit instructions to let her solo. ("stay back" -> so, "just stand there and watch"? mm tasty)

Max does listen, initially, but when things go south, she tries to stab Vecna in El's defense (or more realistically, tries to distract him for a second).

the interesting piece of character growth here is not that Max tries to protect El even though El has powers. that's not new.

it's the implications of Max growing past volunteering her protection unasked, all the way to insisting on protecting El even after she said not to.

a very interesting choice from little miss trust-El-who's-saved-the-world-twice.

[Regina George voice:] so you agree? it is possible for El to overestimate her own limits? and her decisions should sometimes be challenged or overridden for her own protection?

like. Max and Mike are the only ones El has ever "stay back"ed. I mean, she's fought for everybody, but they're the only two people she's ever explicitly, individually, fought instead of. are we seeing it?

are we seeing how Mike's feelings in that s3 argument had a lot to do with watching El fight the demogorgon after keeping him back for his own protection - and that the instant Max has the vaguely-equivalent experience of watching El fight Vecna after keeping her back for her own protection, her actions get a bit more Mikey?

where will this go in s5?

unless we get an amnesia plot, s5 Max ought to have a specific brand of El-loss trauma very similar to Mike's, considering she most likely died thinking El had already been killed trying to protect her. (I'm 100% sure she never saw and 90% sure she never heard El in the mind lair with her so it probably looked like she was dead or at very least "gone")

seems very safe to say s5 will require El to endanger herself in order to save Max, and I'm very eager to see how this arc plays out in terms of Max's reaction to that (will we get a scene where Max actually tries to dissuade her?) and whether we'll get any kind of madwheeler handshake type moment about that.

I'm not saying Max and Mike will or should reach equilibrium in the end, but I am enjoying that they've both ended up sliding towards the middle ground since their argument. Mike has learned to better respect El's agency and independence, and now Max has learned that sometimes she too prioritizes El's safety.

so! Max starts out all starry-eyed over El, thinking superpowers are the solution to everything, only to become more and more inclined to help and protect the girl she originally thought of as a superhero. can't tell you how much I love this progression.

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now let's talk about Mike

unlike Max, Mike never expected El to be invincible or save the day all on her own. it might have a lot to do with first impressions (which looks like she needs taking care of: the rainsoaked nonverbal child lost in the woods, or the MTV punk who just hurled a monster through the window?)

Mike does encourage El to use her powers to find Will (after she volunteers her ability and willingness), but just the void-searching, screwing-with-electronics type stuff. he never encourages her towards telekinetic battle; she does all that unasked. he never expects her to fight for them in any way that seems to seriously endanger her. in fact, he makes effort to protect her at those times.

season 2, he worries for El when she goes off to the lab to close the gate, in contrast to Max figuring she can take care of herself. Mike formulates the plan to draw away the demodogs to make it safer for her.

season 3 is the big argument where Mike's seemingly the only one concerned for El's safety, accusing everyone of being careless with El's powers and treating her like a machine. (intriguing that the actual word "superhero" wasn't invoked in this scene)

although Max makes valid points in this argument, bias from her trust issues causes her to take her points a bit too far. the same thing is going on with Mike. he makes valid points, but has bigtime loss issues that cause him to err in the other direction (arguing El is risking her life "for no reason" when literally the world is at stake).

in fact, throughout the series, his concern for El's safety looks chiefly motivated by his own fear of loss.

"I don't want her to die looking for the flayed"

oh boy does that line tell us a lot. he says "looking for". not "fighting". y'all see the size of the can of worms?

Mike worries about her dying not in combat to save the day, but from searching the void for too long and dying from strain of power overuse. which raises the question:

if Mike is worried about power strain... shouldn't it have been a concern when she had to close the gate last year, which was 1000x more strenuous?

El's battery-drainage has been common knowledge since s1, so either:

s2 Mike didn't realize closing the gate would take lots of power (doesn't make sense; Hopper told them the gate had gotten huge), OR

is there some reason Mike would've become even more El-loss-motivated by 3 than he was in 2, even though he got to "keep" El at the end of 2?

yes! the reason is Will.

in s2, Will was in jeopardy. Mike's response to the El-gate-closing plan wasn't "oh no, El, don't! you might die or get brain damage!" it's "okaycool but let's make sure Will is safe first." when he does fret for El's safety, he specifies that it's the demodogs he's worried about. he makes no mention of power strain.

in s3 the world is at stake again, but suddenly now Mike is all "oh nooo we can't let El strain herself" regarding a comparatively extremely-low-power-intensity task (plus El is older and presumably stronger since s2). the key variable is that this time, Will is fine.

Mike has always cared about El's safety, but back when Will was at stake, he was able to overlook power strain on her as regrettable but necessary. right now, with Will's safety a non-issue, Mike is free to make El's safety his top concern, even to the point of judging all the others for acting basically like he did in s2. priorities.

anyway, back to the greater subject:

none of his behavior in the first few seasons looks much like the way someone would treat a superhero.

if Mike has always understood that El needs help and protection, why does he get all superhero-y about her by season 4?

has he grown increasingly awed by her powers as they've strengthened? is Mike's arc the inverse of Max's, with him regarding El as more of a superhero over time? I don't think that's it.

I think framing this the same way for Mike as for Max is wrong, and misses what's really neat about this contrast.

we have to think about why each of them liken El to a superhero in the first place. it's not for the same reasons.

Mike and Max admire different qualities in their favorite superheroes.

Max superhero name drop: Wonder Woman Max is a girl from a broken home who's felt abandoned, rejected, or abused by every male figure in her life, so we can see the obvious appeal in a strong, independent super-woman. (isn't WW's Lasso of Truth also just what a girl with trust issues would want?)

things like relative invincibility (I know WW isn't literally invincible but like, compared to a regular person), female independence, and ability to defend herself (esp from men) are defining superhero qualities to Max because they're a mix of what she has to be, and what she wishes she could be. she probably imagines that if she were WW, she wouldn't have to worry about anyone or anything that's making her life suck the way it does. WW is MM upside down. coincidence????? (yes)

that's what Max thought El was, early on, hence genuinely thinking El could take care of herself in the sauna.

so does Max just stop thinking of El as a superhero? not necessarily in every sense. right around the time Max is letting go of those preconceptions, another El-WW commonality becomes evident: El helps save the world not with superpowers, but with compassion for Billy.

a mainstay of the Wonder Woman character is the dichotomy of her dominant force aspect and her nurturing humanity: her overwhelming belief in love, empathy, compassion, and having a strong conscience.

I'm not sure whether to think El told anybody how she got through to Billy at the end. but if Max does know, then there are still Wonder Womanly things for her to admire about El's actual character, even if she doesn't think of her as a superhero anymore in the defining sense.

Mike superhero name drop: Superman invincibility is more of a Superman thing, but not one I see evidence that Mike esteems in Supes, wishes for himself, or expects from El.

the qualities I figure Mike admires in Superman are evidenced by the ones that reflect in his own character: things like loyalty, protectiveness, strong sense of justice. nobody thinks his powers aren't cool, but I sense the real allure for Mike is the way Superman uses those powers for good. that's how Mike would use powers if he had any.

I think such qualities are also what he likes about El. I'm giving him a huge benefit of doubt here, because he hasn't made this clear textually. but in the monologue, I see now how he's calling her a superhero for her character, not her actual powers. he admires her for her loyalty to her friends, her commitment to fighting for good, her constant choice of love over hate - all that jazz. stuff that really does apply with or without her powers.

Mike superhero name drop: X-Men when Lucas says El is a "weirdo, not a superhero" Mike doesn't deny her weirdo-ness, he defends it, in other words saying someone can be both.

the X-Men are outcasts due to genetic mutations, so their appeal is obvious among a group of nerds who are bullied and called freaks over a variety of prejudices. through an X-Men lens, Mike can find strength in the discrimination and struggle to fit in which the party faces in real life.

this all applies to El too, who faces definite struggles from not fitting in, getting bullied and called a freak as well.

two indicators that Mike meant it specifically in an X-Men way when he called El a superhero during their fight:

one: this conversation started with her talking about how she is different, doesn't belong, and everyone thinks she's a monster.

two, Mike's word choice. he's already referenced his bullying, but his use of "mouth breather," a s1 throwback word referring to Troy ("I was tripped by this mouth breather Troy") links his thought process back to the X-Men conversation specifically (which took place on the heels of Troy bullying the party).

Mike didn't call her a superhero like "they don't have telekinesis and you do, so you rule and they drool!" he meant "yes you are different from everybody else, and I know that sucks a lot of the time, but the way you use your unique qualities to fight evil is what makes you awesome, like the X-Men!"

Mike superhero name drop: Mister Fantastic

the first person whose superpowers Mike praises isn't El. it's Dustin! he thinks the hyper-flexibility Dustin gets bullied for is cool, kind of like the stretching powers of Mister Fantastic.

I don't know Mister Fantastic so I had to look up what his deal is, and was intrigued to find this:

.. although his cosmic ray powers are primarily stretching abilities, his presence on the Fantastic Four team is defined by his scientific acumen, as he is officially acknowledged as the smartest man in the Marvel Universe.

rather reminiscent of Dustin, the genius child who's always explaining magnets and the plot to everyone else? looks like his "superpower" is not the only reason Mike likens Dustin to Mister Fantastic. just like El's isn't the only reason he likens her to Superman.

anyway, Mike thinking of El as a superhero isn't the problem per se. the problem is him never articulating that he doesn't mean it in the hurtful way

Mike's had two big scenes where he REALLY needed to make this clear to El, and didn't (if I'm even on the right track here).

El doesn't know jack about superheroes except that they have powers, so when Mike calls her that, she has no idea he could be referring to anything other than her powers. you can't tell me she ever read a comic for him or listened to him talk about Superman. I can't remember El ever even politely feigning interest in Mike's interests.

the only time she's ever listened to anyone lore dump about superheroes was Max about Wonder Woman, and if my above reading is accurate, early s3 Max probably focused on superpowers more than character.

the closest we ever came to E listening to Mike talk about a "superhero" he likes is:

it's not like he extolled Yoda's bravery or anything. just telekinesis. so it's little wonder what her takeaway is here. all she has to go by is what he says out loud.

and when Mike reassures her, unprompted, that she'll get her powers back at the end of s3, it just reinforces her notion that telekinesis is really important to him.

when actually, I think Mike just says that because it's important to her. she's lost a part of herself and he wants her to feel whole. (whether El truly wants her powers back for her own sake or because she fears she's not valuable to others without them is another conversation - point here is, Mike saw her try, fail, and look upset about it, so he reassures her.)

ps, I do like how reaching that teddy bear for her serves as a micro illustration of the way he's willing to help reach goals in conventional ways instead of relying on her powers.

but yeah, again, clearly she thinks he means her powers when he calls her a superhero and she answers "not anymore".

which leads to a question I've yelled at the tv more than once: why didn't he just clarify as soon as El said "not anymore"? this whole thing could've been nipped in the bud?

I think he doesn't even realize the miscommunication.

his intent with the superhero "compliment" might just be so obvious to him that he doesn't realize it needs clarification for her.

"but how could he miss the miscommunication? what else than her lost powers could she mean by "not anymore"?" maybe Mike thinks she DOES already understand that he means the superhero thing in terms of admirable character. so, when she says "not anymore", maybe he thinks she's referring not to her lost powers, but to her lost standing in his eyes since hitting Angela?

I've pondered before about how maybe Mike's admiration of El's Supermanly "unwavering moral code" is why he was so upset that it apparently wavered after Rinkomania.

he didn't say anything to clarify after "not anymore" because he is still sorting out those feelings.

I'm not sure Mike realizes even after the "I have gone to become a superhero again" note (which he reads after finding out El is in training to get her powers back).

his reaction to the note isn't "oh no, I didn't mean superhero like that!" but rather seems all about his regret about El leaving him behind as a result of his failure to force an "I love you". (ah, the old fear of loss disguised as romantic love again)

I don't believe he'd fail to apologize/clarify if he realized the way that this hurt El. he can be an ass, he can be stupid, but he does reliably own up to his mistakes and apologize.

I used to think the "with/without your powers" line in the monologue meant he was aware of the miscommunication, and was trying to clarify. but he did such a bad job clarifying that it makes a lot more sense if he actually still hasn't clocked the issue at all. I gotta think he couldn't have been dumb enough to say the superhero thing again unless he still didn't get how it was hurtful in the first place.

he does have El on a pedestal. it's just not because of her powers.

the monologue is largely selfish, and doesn't land well for El, but it's not the worship-of-superpowers Mike is so often accused of. he's locked onto the "I love you" thing, caught up in his own fear of loss, and completely missing the optics for her.

the superhero thing can be cleared up with a single conversation. the true underlying issue, which would still persist, is this "extraordinary vs. ordinary" dynamic in his mind which isn't serving either of them well. he's got low self esteem from viewing himself as some useless loser compared to her; and the last thing she wants is another guy considering her extraordinary, which has been a horrific liability all her life, and she just wants normalcy.

reason #7519 why 🦴.

in conclusion: Mike and Max having different Super-El arcs is the good arc for both of them

as Max sees El needing protection, she comes to realize that powers don't grant the kind of freedom/safety that she daydreamed would go along with being a superhero in real life. so for Max to decreasingly regard El as a superhero is a positive thing.

as Mike sees El continue to loyally fight against ever-greater forces of evil and the social struggles that come with her uniqueness, he continues to admire the same qualities in her that define his favorite superheroes. so for Mike to still/increasingly regard El as a superhero is a... well-intentioned, potentially positive thing. (it can be, if he takes her off the pedestal and explains this in a way she can understand.)

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Side Story; Hit By Lust [Special Chapter]

|Hit By Lust|

!Could be read as third years!

Hopefully this is good unlike five years ago

The very moment Katsuki walked in through the dorms' door, everybody gasped at his appearance and I...

Well, I choked with my own spit.

He looked so... not like Bakugou, if you know what I mean. The look in his eyes was soft and his cheeks and ears had a dark red blush on them, he was panting and drooling, his skin glistening with sweat, and the sweet scent of nitroglycerin filled the air.

"(M/n), (M/n), (M/n)." He was mumbling my name over and over as he looked around the room, and soon we locked eyes. At that exact moment, his pupils turned into hearts and his blush and drool intensified.

Katsuki ran and jumped at me. His arms were around my neck and his legs wrapped around my waist. "Katsuki...?" He gasped as I said his name, "What?!" I exclaimed when I felt him grinding his ass against my dick.

Aizawa's words rang inside my head.

'Bakugou had been hit by a Lust quirk during the weekend, the effects would last until he "does the do" with the person he likes or loves, so gotta be careful around him, the effects can wear off on their own, but it gets harder to control the longer it passes.'

"Ehh... guys, I'm g-gonna take Katsuki t-to his room, h-have a good night..." As I turned around, I could feel everybody staring at me. They knew that I knew that they knew what all of this meant.

Without dwelling on it too much, I entered the elevator and pressed the button to the fourth floor. My room was right next to Bakugou's, and I wasn't sure if that was something good or bad at this point.

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I tried to make him lay on his bed, but he wouldn't let go of me, only pulling me closer and closer.

I ended up with both of my arms on each side of his head and our hips pressed together, as I was in between his open legs, so you know what that meant. Katsuki squirmed under me, and his back arched suddenly.

"Please... I love you, (M/n). Make love to me... I need it now, aah~." He moaned in my ear and all my blood rushed down south.

"Katsuki, you're not yourself right-" he turned us around, and now, Katsuki was sitting on my my lower abdomen.

"I'm being myself, I just never showed you this side of me," he smirked, his hips moving slowly back and forth, making me bite my lip as he felt him grinding on my dick, "Gaah~ you're so b-big, I can... feel it, even if it's not completely hard. Ngh~" Katsuki got on his knees on the bed between my legs and hooked his fingers on the waistband of my sweatpants.

"Katsuki, wait-"

He didn't listen and pulled them down, completely taking them off my body. I kept my eyes locked on his. The hearts glowed when he saw the little tent getting bigger by the second, hiding inside my underwear.

"I wonder if I can fit it all?" He whispered against it. His hot breath through the fabric made me shiver, "(M/n)... you want me to suck you? Or do you want to fuck me?" I felt Katsuki's tongue on my tip, giving it a small lick, and I almost couldn't hold back a moan.

"Whatever you want Katsuki..." he hummed and pulled down my underwear.

"I want both."

His plump lips wrapped themselves around the head of my dick, sucking on it softly. "Damn it..." I grabbed the sheets underneath me, trying to hold back the urge to fuck his mouth.

He moaned and the pleasurable vibration it sent to my dick made my back arch.

"Shit, Katsuki." His tongue swirled around the head, pressing on my slit, "That feels... good, ngh." I bit my lip as he took most of me. The tip was pushing against his throat, and when I looked at him, he had tears streaming down his face, and drool coming out of his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying this more than me.

His eyes were closed, bobbing his head up and down quickly. Just the sight made me cum in his mouth.

Katsuki made a surprised noise, "Sorry! I didn't want to-" he straightened himself, swallowed, licked his lips and opened his eyes.

The hearts had grown and the blush was the darkest red I've ever seen him blush. Trailing my eyes over his body, I noticed the dark stain on the front of his grey sweatpants.

"(M/n), I came only sucking your cock..." he crawled like a cat towards me, his breath hitting my face. "I wanna cum with you inside me~"

Our lips collided and I didn't mind the taste of my cum in his mouth, especially not when I felt his ass grinding on my hardening cock again.

"Fuck me, (M/n)... I want you." He almost purred in my ear, grabbing my hands to place them on his hips.

"Katsuki, I don't think-" he kissed me again, this time pushing his tongue inside my mouth. That surprised me, but I wasn't going to lose this fight either.

I held his waist tightly and turned us around again, he moaned as my dick pressed against his ass. Katsuki gripped my hips, his legs hooking with mine. The look on his face was so desperate.

"You want this, Katsuki? You're desperate for my cock?" He moaned louder than before, his head tilting back and his body squirming, grinding his hips on mine.

"Please, I want it... I want your cock buried deep inside of me, aah~" I lifted his t-shirt over his head, pulling it completely off his body. His nipples were erect, and the sight was too enticing.

I bent down to his chest, blowing air on his left nipple. He gripped my hair and pulled me closer, moaning. I stuck my tongue out, flicking it softly.

"Damn it, (M/n)... could you do something? I'm... I'm going to explode, mmhn~" I took his nipple with my lips, flicking my tongue and swirling around it, getting it harder and sensitive. "Aah. Yes, that fe-feels g-good."

While I played with his nipples, my hands lowered down to his pants, and I hooked my fingers on the waistband. Katsuki let me go, and I took it off, his underwear following it. I moved to his right nipple and played with it too.

Katsuki was moaning so much, even if I was just playing with his nipples. They might be a pretty sensitive spot on his body.

I'll remember it, for later.

My hands trailed upwards, from his feet to his thighs, caressing and gripping them gently, making him whine.

"Don't tease me, (M/n), please... I'm ready for you." I looked up, freeing his sensitive nipples, and I kissed him, slowly and sweetly, showing him how much I love him.

"Wait a bit more, Katsuki... I don't want to hurt you," I mumbled against his lips and he gasped, nodding.

I moved my hands, one of them going to his leaking member and the other to his puckered entrance. It was wet.

That confused me, so I leaned back slightly to look. A slick substance was dripping out of him, and a sweet scent was coming from it. It made me lick my lips and swallow hard.

I wanna taste it...

I held his legs up by his thighs, exposing him to me.

"Gah-! W-what are you d-doing, (M/n)?" When I looked up at him, I saw Katsuki covering the lower half of his face and his voice was filled with embarrassment. I smiled softly at him.

"I'm going to make you feel good, Katsuki. Isn't that what you wanted?" I hummed in a teasing tone and he shut his eyes, nodding sheepishly. "Then hold still, and be a good boy for me." He nodded again with a gasp and his body relaxed.

I got closer to his entrance and took a deep breath in... so sweet. I swallowed and licked my lips, I poked my tongue out and swirled it around his pink and twitching hole.

"Gaah!" His hands grabbed my hair, pulling me closer to him, and I hummed. "(M/n)... t-that's so g-good, k... keep going, p-please, aahg~."

Slowly, I pushed my tongue inside him, licking around his tight walls. slick coming out of him was sweet, but not overwhelming. It was addicting. It made me want more...

"Ggh! (M-m/n) w-wait... th-that's t-too m-much, I'm..." his body trembled as his hands tried to push me away from him, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed, "Ah! Stop..."

I took my tongue out, swallowing his flavour, Katsuki's body relaxed, but tensed again I graced his hole with my finger. I swirled it around, coating it with Katsuki's slick and slowly pushed it inside.

His fist clenched the sheets, the large amount of swear on his palms creating tiny explosions. I held his wrist and turned his palm upwards.

"You'll burn the bed, love, that'll ruin the fun," I whispered to him, and he looked at me through his glossy sight. I pushed another finger in, and waited a bit before doing a scissor motion, opening him for me.

Now, where...

"Where is it? Maybe..." Katsuki had his eyes half opened, drool dripping down his chin, staring at me with those hearts in his eyes. "Over here?" I curled my fingers slightly.

"Kyaah!" His eyes opened wide and also did his mouth, his back arched as a big gush of semen shot through his slit, all of it landing on him.

"Oh, seems like I found it pretty easily, eh?" I lowered my body while I kept curling my fingers, stimulating his prostate. He squirmed and moaned out loud, wrapping his legs around me. Dragging my tongue up, I licked all the cum on his stomach, going up to his chest and neck, ending up on his jaw.

"(M/n)... I-I want y-you in-inside, ngh!" My body shivered at his words and I pulled my fingers out. He whined and wrapped his arms around me, the popping of his explosions was making their appearance again.

"Katsuki, can you control your quirk?" I asked him in a whisper and he shook his head with a whimper. "Grab my shirt then." He looked me in the eyes, tears were falling down his cheeks.

"I-I don't w-want t-to hurt y-you, (M/n)." He mumbled looking me in the eyes. I showed him a reassuring smile and left a tiny peck on his lips.

"You won't hurt me, Katsuki, I know. Do it, come on." Hesitantly, Katsuki held the back of my shirt in his fists, the popping gradually stopping, but I felt the heat as my shirt got burnt. It wasn't hurtful, it was actually kinda nice.

I stared at his face, one of my hands going up to cup his cheek, he leaned into it, nuzzling it cutely. That made me smile.

"I love you too, Katsuki." He stared at me with half-lidded eyes, I could see the effects of the quirk wearing out. The hearts were slowly disappearing, going back to their normal shape. "Are you ready?" He nodded and pushed me forward with his legs.

I held my dick with my hand, aligning with his entrance, I rubbed it slightly, getting some of his wetness on me before slowly pushing inside.

Katsuki's groan made me look up at him. His eyes were shut tight while tears fell down his red cheeks, with my hand still holding his face, I moved my thumb to get rid of the salty tears and down to free his bottom lip caught by his teeth.

"I'm sorry, Katsuki." I lowered my face so I was hiding on his neck, planting tiny and cute pecks on his soft skin. He gasped and pulled me closer with his legs, making me go all inside of him.

"It doesn't hurt..." I turned slightly so I could look at his face. His eyes were open and the hearts were gone, being replaced by the most beautiful look I've seen on his face yet. "I'm extremely happy... now that I'm able... to be one with y-you, (M/n)." He smiled at me and I couldn't resist my impulse to kiss him.

My smile was getting in the way of our kiss, but Katsuki didn't stop smiling, he actually giggled against my lips and moved his warm hands to hold my face.

"Katsuki..." I whispered as I stared into his eyes, and his lips parted.

"Make love to me... (M/n)." The heat on my cheeks was comforting and made me feel warm inside. My heart wouldn't stop racing, thumping aggressively against my chest.

"You don't have to tell me, Katsuki..." I moved my hands so I could hold his hips and slowly, I began thrusting inside of him.

Katsuki was gasping quietly and wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbing my shirt again, and pulling me closer to him.

Even if we were as close as we could, it wasn't enough.

I went down to Katsuki's chest, licking and sucking on his nipples, slowly moving my hips against his. I felt him tugging my shirt, the fabric ripping due to its burnt state.

I moved a bit faster and during one particular thrust, Katsuki's back arched and he whimpered softly.

"Go faster... gaah!" Katsuki held me tighter with his legs, making me push inside of him harshly, eliciting a low moan from his red lips.

My speed increased, and Katsuki's palms were heating up again, the popping of his explosions coming back and I felt my shirt tearing completely. Slightly, I pulled back, still thrusting into him and I tore the remaining of my shirt off.

Katsuki gasped and dug his nails into my thighs, arching his back and saying my name. He got tight around me, and I groaned, resting my weight on my forearms beside his head. I stared at him.

He had his mouth open, drool dripping out of the corners while letting out breathless moans, and his eyes were glossy with tears caused by pleasure.

"(M/n)~ I-I... I'm gonna cum... aah~" I rested my forehead on his, breathing heavily against his tempting lips.

"Me too... Fuck, you're so tight around me, love." We locked eyes, staring at each other.

Red eyes against (e/c) ones. I could see the desire in his eyes, and I knew my eyes were looking the same way.

We moaned, groaned and gasped, getting closer and closer to our orgasms. Katsuki wrapped his arms around my back, burning my skin with his left palm and bruising it open with his nails, dragging them down to my lower back.

"Fuck, (M/N)~! Ngh~" he whimpered holding me desperately.

"K-Katsuki, oh my... Fucking..." I moved one of my hands down to stroke his leaking member.

"I-I want to... cum to-together." His walls clenched tighter around me, and I felt my breath hitch.

On instinct my hips moved faster, letting go of Katsuki's cock to hug his waist. Moving closer to his face, I kissed him softly, Katsuki kissing back sloppily, I pulled back and down to the soft skin on his neck, sucking it, marking him as mine.

Katsuki squirmed and threw his head back, pressing his palm and digging his nails further into my back.

By now, my thrusts were getting a bit sloppy and uneven, and Katsuki clenching around me was making my orgasm approach faster than it should. I tried to hold it as much as I could, but Katsuki used his legs and arms to push me the deepest I've been inside of his warm entrance. He whimpered again, my name coming out of his mouth as a mantra right in my ear, and I felt the sticky substance of his cum reaching my abdomen.

His orgasm made him clench even more and I groaned at the tightness, "Katsuki, gaah-shit..." I bit on his shoulder, coming inside of him. The abundant load spilt slightly out of Katsuki, who only moaned softly at the feeling of my cum filling him.

After a few minutes, our breaths slowed down, and we made eye contact. His soft red eyes were bright and he had a cute smile on his face, making me pull him close and kiss him as lovingly as I could.

I leaned back, hiding on his neck and pulled out him, my cum slipping out of him and wetting the bed sheets.

Katsuki giggled.

My head raised and I stared into his red eyes. They were happy and full of love.

"Why are you so fucking cute, Suki?" I held his cheeks and pressed on them, making him have a funny expression with kissy lips.

I kissed those tempting lips once again, and I rolled us over, getting Katsuki on top of me.

My eyes trailed his face, noticing how the effects of the quirk had worn off.

He looked me in the eyes and sighed.

"I love you, (M/n)."

My mind went blank.

He told me that before, but... I thought...

'...with the person he likes or loves...'

I just smiled and hugged him, making him hide his face on my neck.

"I love you too, Katsuki." He chuckled and nuzzled against my skin.

I played with his hair for a while until he groaned and lifted his body with his arms, sitting on my thighs.

"What?" He frowned at me, and a blush stained his cheeks.

"Your cum is still inside of me, (M/n), I like it but I'm really sticky. I'm gonna take a shower." He was about to get up and walk to his bathroom, but I picked him by his thighs and walked us both instead.

"Imma help you then, baby." He blushed and rested his forehead on my shoulder.

"Just be gentle, or I'll kill you."

I chuckled and kissed his hair.

[cokou]

Letters in Return

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞꒰➳precis. Passing out letters for the Jojo's!·˚ ·˚ ͟͟ tw. ehh, fluff!! :3·˚ ·˚ ͟͟ ✉ an. This made me remember my high school shits back when i used to confess using love letters, enjoy! LMAO. Also maybe a bit modern kinda AU?·˚ ༘₊· ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞꒰ contains. Jonathan, Joseph, Jotaro, Josuke, Giorno, Jolyne·˚ ༘₊·

Jonathan Joestar

All throughout the nice morning weather, Jonathan had already wished he had gone home earlier than he expected to. He's already knocked himself out almost completely in his school's table, earning a loud discipline from the teacher and had gotten himself in trouble for the rest of the day already. It was only 10:42 AM on Monday, not even half way through hell of this week. Not to mention Dio, was getting on his nerves recently and it just stresses him out.

It hadn't been too long since Jonathan had started talking to you against the school's hallways, everyday during lunch time it was packed with students from every corner and he used to resort it out with talking to you almost everyday on his free time. Yet he never failed to notice Dio always trying to pry his way into you two's relationship. Although Jonathan trusts you enough to know that his awful words wouldn't dig deep into your sweet heart, he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at the blonde.

What he failed to notice was how much words you lacked during your communication with each other, you already knew deep in your heart that you loved Jonathan in every other way, yet every time you try to make stance of it, it always just fails. Leaving you to resort out in writing your emotions on your journal every passing day. It eventually got so packed that you held an extra journal every time just in case you run out.

It's been 4 days, 4 days since you've started writing letter by letter that you planned on giving Jonathan, you couldn't hold your feelings any longer. You just had to take your emotions out to ease your feelings, even if it meant to get rejected.

You thought love is blind, whatever it meant just for you to really tell how much you love him. But little did you know that Jonathan does love you as well, he just couldn't find a way to fix through his routine and make small little letters and notes for you, especially when he had Dio pry over the smallest things around the house.

Right after you finished your letter, you wasted no time decorating it to the brim with cute little designs that matched Jonathan's personality and his liking.

Right after he received the letter he was in awe, all the emotions you poured into writing just for him dug right into his sweet heart and even started crying tears of joy. He had to be excused out of the classroom to pick himself out together.

He would 10000% keep all the letters you end up giving him and even returns you some of his hand-written letters as well. He has a little box full of your favorite color themes and he has already filled it with thousands of letter from you.

Would definitely send you long written letters that are atleast taller than him or you.

Joseph Joestar

You never knew which of his personality you fell for, but it definitely did NOT disappoint. Joseph was your senior back at school, but it didn't stop you two from getting as close as possible. It was almost impossible to match this MAN'S attitude, I mean have YOU seen how he's so sassy?

But one thing's for sure, he always had your back whenever you needed it. Joseph always figured out what you needed the most when you were even a bit under the weather. Everyday around with Joseph seems to be all fun's and laugh as he has such personality to take care of, he doesn't bother sneaking out from his class if it meant that he could find you and talk to you as your schedule is way different from his.

He'd throw a fit of rage, happiness, and sadness once he had gotten caught in his acts and he makes his way around it just so you wouldn't see him naturally so desperate. He drags his friend, Caesar all along his plans with you, you never seemed to mind but it made giving Joseph hints harder as Caesar always had him, just about a mile away.

Although, sometimes you get some alone times with Joseph, it never seemed enough. You'd get hard mixed feelings from his behavior and attitude that you wouldn't know what he feels about you, on a random sunny day he could be flirting with you all day until you gave in and sometimes he had the most unbearable dry attitude out of nowhere.

You never failed to resort your feelings to writing a bunch of heartfelt letters for him and keeping them sealed inside your little "PROJECT DO NOT TOUCH" box at home. Even if you had absolutely no problems in keeping your feelings all to yourself, sometimes it just reached it's peeked and it was too late to take back when you slid the hand-written letter to Caesar in order to give them out to Joseph.

His attitude would change from being playful to becoming flirty almost everyday ever since he got your letter, sometimes even beckoning Caesar to ask you more about your feeling to him in order to listen and take more of your words deep inside his heart.

He never lets his funny persona falter when with you, but at times, he tries to make everything funny that it gets everyone in the square to look at you two.

He intends to always keep your loving letters inside his closet and putting dates in each one he receives, although he's not the best in keeping items, he sometimes loses it and throws a tantrum until he finds it then. He brags all the recent letters he gets from you to Caesar and sometimes even Caesar would give up having him on hold for you.

Jotaro Kujo

You needed to atleast share a classroom schedule with him or have a stand to understand his stoic behavior. He never lets anyone see through his attitude and it was hard as hell to even get him to look at your direction. Luckily for you, you just had enough to make him look for a second at least. He never showed interest in what you put him up with but he's just always there.

He wouldn't make much communication with you but he was indeed a great listener, you never knew how you fell inlove with such a man but at times, you feel like he's all you need despite his lack of attention to you.

It would be better if you were a stand user so that you could really understand what he's going through completely, either way whenever you appear he shuns you away at times when he doesn't feel like speaking to anyone. (which is almost everyday). It's hard to catch up even a glimpse of his feelings or rather what he feels towards someone. Although you never gave up your feelings for him, you always have your journal to talk to when you feel like Jotaro has shunned you away way too many times.

Instead of having too much of sweet letters inside your little journal, it was filled with his little complaints of you and whatever he spoke to you with. He would never be open with you either way, but speaking to you on a random Tuesday does it, it doesn't matter if he simply tells you off or if he's just asking you to do a favor, either way you never really understood him.

Reaching out on him with your hand-written letters never seems to be the answer but yet you did it.

You wouldn't really catch a glimpse of his appearance throughout the first days you had given him your letter, in fact it felt like he would just shun you away.

Although he showed up next week in the hallway when you suddenly bumped on to him while in a rush, he would stare at you like you did something wrong to him before he told you that you didn't seem half bad for a person of interest and he just walked away.

He wouldn't really keep the letters you gave him, he would lose it right after placing it down somewhere and he doesn't even bother reading all of it. He already knew what was written either way as he experienced it a lot of times.

Completely denies his feelings for you.

Josuke Higashikata

Now, Josuke would most likely be the one to fall in love with you first, he simply just doesn't know about it. Although it is quite obvious that he likes you, you pretend to be blinder every time he drops of hints, just to make sure you never get his behavior blown up.

It's a win-win situation you would have with Josuke, although jealousy within loving him is required. He gets swooned over by girls in the day up to dismissal of school, and it's really frustrating. Even if he shows absolutely no emotions with them, it feels like you're competing with the world.

Frequent talks around the school OR going to school is heavily experienced between you two especially if you both live near each others house. He would drop you of your house door or simply knock on your door to walk with you to school, he hangs out with you in the corridor and even shares textbooks with you if you need it. Although he's the one who always needs to borrow your stuff, you never really cared as long as he returns it to you.

If you were in the same class schedule as him, oh boy, you two would be reported for chaos almost every morning on school grounds. He would end up getting seated at the other side of the classroom from you as you two always snicker around until the professor kicks you both out of the classroom.

Now, he swoons inside your bag like it was his whenever he needed a couple of notes to review for the incoming recitation and he just so happens to stumble upon a 'notebook' full of writing on it. He turns a few pages and ends up reading half way through your journal before you snatch it away from him all nervous, you were lucky enough that you never wrote his name in between the pages.

While it seemed all good to you, Josuke would indeed feel a wave of mixed feelings radiating from you until you clear up some things from him as you never really mentioned a name.

Come on, he would definitely keep everything you give him, notes? kept. Your little love letters? He already pinned it on his dashboard come on.

He tries his best to hand you out letters once in a while so that you could feel what he feels whenever you hand him sweet love letters.

Keeps his letter drafts out of reach from the naked eye as he feels really desperate in his letters whenever he opens up to you.

Giorno Giovanna

There is absolutely no doubt that Giorno would keep all your letters stored in the most important file documents as he wants it to be kept no matter the situation is. He would cherish everything you give him even if it were just small talks along with your laughter. He's always worrying about your whereabouts and your well being as his job could get both you and him in trouble.

Although if you were in an organization as well then he would swear to protect you no matter what happens, your safety is such a precaution towards him and he would do anything to protect you.

With that being said, It didn't take quite long for you to love Giorno, just a couple of weeks did the trick as he's literally so sweet. He already beat you into it as he recognized your feeling not even after a week of it happening, it definitely wasn't the best part but he took notice of how well kept you organized your drawers and always having your journal out during excruciating days, only to rant about your feelings about him.

He never pryed on your privacy and well expected that you would come around and tell him either way, not wanting to ruin your surprise. Always takes notice on your attitude changes whenever he's close, although it was quite obvious, he never gave out a hint that he already knew. It took you a full month to muster up the courage and give him a heartfelt letter when you taught your duties would be over, he already healed you way even before you realized.

I already said that he would 10000% keep your little love letters and would label them with sweet sticky notes ranging from the dates given and little summaries of its containts.

Designs little cupboards dedicated to your likings and keeps them out of reach. He cherishes and reads every single letter you hand him.

He gives you little letters on sticky notes that fits inside a wallet.

Jolyne Cujoh

Handing out letters inside a jail cell is quite tricky, but you have a few tricks up your sleeves. Meeting Jolyne in jail certainly isn't the greatest to ever happen but also the best to ever happen! Jolyne makes everything happen between the cells so that nothing happens to you.

When you acquired a stand, it only became easier to communicate with Jolyne, although it swoons a lot of trouble, it never made you regret anything. Going through bad days against your will with Jolyne really isn't what you're looking for in a relationship but whenever you two are with each other, theres just nothing bad that could ever happen.

Keeping notes and letters away from the guards eyes are always troublesome as it even requires bribing. When you do get a hang of it, it definitely seems way easier than it used to. Jolyne would read your letters when she gets caught up in a stressful activity that got her sent away (again), she admits that it really motivates her to get out and see you again.

Letters with Jolyne always comes in handy, doesn't matter if it's simply for communication or for your love feelings for each other.

She tries her best to keep it but somehow just loses it afterwards when she 'kept' it inside her underwear. (it fell whilst fighting)

You wouldn't really expect your duo with each other inside a jail cell to hold up..

·˚ ͟͟ ✉ an. OKAY I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS, I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WAS WRITING HALF WAY THROUGH AND I KEPT ON ZONING OUT ON GIORNO'S PART AND I ALWAYS MISPELL HIS NAME AS GIORNA WTF MYGOD.

©Cokou 2025, all works belongs to me.

[memelordotherblog]

Almost Done with Talespin and so far this Is what I imagine a conversation would go if all the main villains were trapped together would more or less be the godfather conversation with a few modifications

Spigot: Well, since we are all going die here, I have one more thing to confess, I did not enjoy the Hogfather.

Dunder: What?

Spigot: Didn’t care for the Hogfather

Don: How dare you slander the great and wonderful Hogfather - that is almost as great and wonderful as myself!

Spidot: I Didn’t, Didn’t like it.

Moe: You're more idiotic than my goons! It the perfect movie you hardheaded-

Spigot: This is what eveyone always outside my great country says. Whenever they say, it's like, "Oh my..." Everyone always says

Don: Robert De Nightngale,Al Panda. I mean, you never gaze— ROBERT DUCKVALL!

Spigot: I'm aware . He's a Fine, fine actor. Did not like the movie, back me up here, Dunder!

Dunder: Ehh- ohh geez, well what do you think, Mr. Shere Khan? You been rather quiet.

Khan: No comment.

Dunder: Bu-

Khan: Must I repeat myself?

Dunder: ...Anyhow, why don't you like the movie sir?

Spigot: I simply couldn't get into it.

Don: Explain yourself now before I cut your body into itty-bitty pieces!

Spigot: It's insistence upon itself, Don Karnage.

Don: WHAT?!!

Moe: You stupid! It has a point to show! It's insistent!

Spigot: It takes forever to watch, and you sit for six and a half hours, and I can't even get through daam the movie. I've never even seen the ending.

Don: You never- what!

Dunder: Well, with all due respect, sir, how can you say you don't like it if you haven't even given it a chance?

Moe: I agree with the big guy! It's brainless!

Spigot: I given this movie three chances, but I always stop at that one scene where all the mob are sitting around in the chairs-

Don: Indeed, a great scene, that is, I love that scene.

Spigot: No, that is not a great-

Moe: It feels like the the real deal

Spigot: I have no idea what they're talking about! It almost like they are speaking a different language! That's where I lose interest and I go away.

Don: You know what, little pig thin-

Moe: THEY'RE SPEAKI' ITALIAN, HALFWIT!

Don: Subtlety is the language they speak in , something you don't understand.

Spigot: I like the new Barbie movie. That is my answer to that statement.

Moe: Pfft Typical.

Spigot: Shut it!

Don: Oh, you make me so angry!

Dander: ...I like that movie too, sir.

[hy4c1nthh]

hey. h.hey. what’s the hs keiji incident. hey.

well would YOU like to know...

okay I'll tell you

When keiji still lived in Otaru, life was pretty good. He had a wonderful girlfriend, he was happy with his self-expression, and well. yeah!! During this time, he joined a band. Some 2nd and 3rd years were putting up flyers for recruiting new members and keiji thought "why not give it a chance!". so he did!! and in the end, they chose him.

For lead singer.

Keiji is a pretty good singer, with a special knack for heavy rock songs. It was a rock band, so it fit perfectly. Their previous singer had graduated so they wanted someone new and fresh. Keiji was so surprised and so happy and he loved rehearsals and yeah they were a bit rough but god..he loved that enviroment. He loved feeling exhausted after practice he loved the feeling of pouring his heart and soul into a growl or scream he just loved it all.

Near spring/summer time, it was their first performance. Just around this time, Keiji's mom broke the news that they'll be moving to the shibuya region over the summer. This. this was a blow to him. But he couldn't think about that right now. Because that night was his performance and he couldn't let his emotions get to him. He wanted to hide away in his room but he couldn't. So he held through. Himeko came to the show, right in front of the stage at the venue.

It was time for them to go on. Keiji felt. off. But he still went on, holding the mic and grinning. The drums started to tap off, the guitars started to play, it was keiji's time to come in and-

-no sound came out.

He froze. He was frozen on stage. His hands were shaking. He could feel the stares of everyone at the venue, everyone behind him on stage, the voice of the lead guitarist chiding him. He panicked.

What an awful way to find out you have stage fright.

He never thought he would, he had always sung on stage as a kid, he was fine during rehearsal and hell, even during the audition! But with the weight of had been told to him earlier that day, and the sheer amount of eyes piercing into his body.

He ran off stage.

Himeko immediately ran after him, but not as quick as the other band mates.

The lead guitarist got hold of him first, grabbing him by the shirt and pushing him against the wall.

"Godamnit Keiji- what the fuck was that?!"

"I-I dont..know..urgh- let go of me asshole.."

"Jeez kid, and did you think before auditioning that you might be scared of preforming? or did you just waltz yourself up here to screw thing u-"

"Just shut the fuck up, okay?! I didn't fucking know that would happen, just let me go and leave me the hell alone"

"Don't you talk to me like that, Takatsuki. This'll only hurt you more than it hurts us. We can always just kick ya out and get someone new...but you'll always go on knowing you can't even preform right! You'll go on knowing you just screwed up THE BIGGEST SHOW WEVE HAD IN YEARS!"

"...f...fine. Kick me out, probably woulda left on my own anyways.."

He let keiji fall to the ground, before he got back up, narrowing his eyes at the rest of the band and running off. That's when himeko caught up to him.

"Kei- Keiji! There you are..I was so wor-"

"Leave me alone, Himeko."

"Keiji, honey...I'm not leaving you right now. Tell me what happened..it's okay..no one's upset at yo-"

"nono everyone is upset at me, okay? Fuuuucckkk..how pathetic am i?! haahaa..how did I screw up that bad?! You know it, it's true..don't lie to me."

"I would never, so stop yelling and jus-"

"I'm leaving..I. ughh...I'm moving away. I'll be gone by the mid of summer."

"...a...ah... when did you find ou-"

"this morning."

"...hm."

"...do you think...we can last long distance..?"

"...I...I don't know Keiji."

"...yeah. Yeah I uh.."

"..Keiji..?"

"...I think...it's better t..hm..I think.."

"..just say it, kei."

"...it's better to end it softly now..than messily later..isn't it.."

"..I said I wouldn't lie to you.."

"..alright..ehh..ehe...what a night..amiright..?"

"keiji..you dont have to-"

"I should..g..go home now. Ill...I'll see you, Himeko..."

"..ke-"

"..love you.."

"..I love you too."

Himeko and Keiji mutually decided to break things off- to avoid conflict in the future. They stayed close- more platonic partners if anything..but it was still weird. Keiji finished school, avoiding as many people as he could, shutting himself in his room every Sunday and skipping school at least once ot twice every week or two. or three.

Eventually he moved away, said goodbye to his friends...and of course Himeko.

He started off in his 2nd year of hs at kamikou...and immediately started a new life. He wanted to be someone else..so he did. He kept his old personality and habits but..no one here knew him! It was refreshing..but stressful of course.

One day he sees a boy practicing guitar alone after school...the rest is history :3

[hischierswhore]

wildest dreams

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

TW: suggestive content

A/N: it's short & kinda ehh

Mason was out celebrating his official transfer with some of his mates, and all of a sudden, something shimmery caught his attention from the corner of his eye. As he turned to find what had distracted him, he caught sight of you, dressed in a beautiful black dress with gold accents on it. He had no idea who you were, but he was certain he would know you by the end of the night.

After about an hour of talking to his mates and drinking a bit of liquid courage, he finally decided to make his way over to you.

You felt someone stand next to you at the bar as you waited for your drink to be prepared, and you turned to face the person.

"Can I help you?" You asked as you took in the man in front of you. He was beyond handsome, no words could truly explain how gorgeous he was.

"You can actually, sweetheart. You see, something's wrong with my phone, and you look like maybe you could help"

"Well... what's wrong with it?" You gently took the phone from his grasp, your fingers slightly touching his hand, causing a wave of goosebumps to shoot up your arm.

"It doesn't have your number in it" You looked up at him and saw the wide smirk growing on his face before handing him back the phone, rolling your eyes in the process.

"You looking for a relationship or something?"

"I don't really do relationships. I'm more of a one night stand kind of guy" He shrugged his shoulders as you nodded.

"What do you say we get out of here?" He spoke as he placed his hand on your knee gently.

"I don't even know your name"

"Mason. Mason Mount"

The drive back to his hotel was quite nerve wracking. You watched him from the passenger side as he focused on the road ahead of him while simultaneously placing his hand on your thigh. He looked perfect. He has a semi-bad boy vibe to him, and you absolutely loved it.

The morning after the nights events, you woke up in Mason's arms. He was still asleep, and you couldn't help but admire him for a moment. You brought your finger up to his face, slowly & softly gliding is across his cheek as you whispered.

“I hope you remember me in the morning. Last night was truly magical with you, Mason. I know you can’t hear me, but I’ve got to go. You told me that you don’t do relationships, so I won’t waste my time, nor yours”

You slipped out of his bed after that, picking up the crumpled dress form the floor and putting it on. You left a sticky note on his bedside table for him to see when he awoke. And with that, you left.

Mason woke up a few hours later, a splitting headache hitting him as his attempted to adjust his vision to the brightness in the room. He turned his head and noticed how it was empty. Confusion spread across his face as he lifted his head and looked around the room.

He knew he slept with someone last night. He remembered what you looked like, but he could not remember your name for the life of him. All he knew was that you were special, and he actually should've gotten your number or something because he needed to see you again.

He quickly jumped out of bed and looked to see if you were maybe in the bathroom, but a bright sticky note sitting on his bedside table caught his attention before he could get to the bathroom door. He picked it up and read it.

“Thanks for last night. It was truly special.  Chances we run into each other again are slim, but maybe you’ll see me again, even if it’s just in your wildest dreams”

Mason sat on the bed with his head in his hands. He knew this was his fault for saying he doesn’t do relationships, which was what drove you away so soon.

It was true what they say, nothing lasts forever.

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Nothing Lasts Forever - The Junkyard

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The next day, I was with JJ and his friends again. This time going to a junkyard to get something. What we were getting? I wasn't exactly sure.

"What are we getting?" I quietly ask JJ.

"There's some underwater camera shit we need for our next... mission." JJ responds.

"How do you even know it's there?" I ask.

"My dad used to work at the junkyard," JJ explained. "Before he was fired for coming into work drunk off his ass every day.." He added, trailing off.

"Okay, JJ." Kiara said dismisivally.

I don't say a thing though, I just look out the window of the car. Was this illegal? Well, yes. I really shouldn't be doing this but I decided to take my chances.

JJ finished rolling the blunt he was rolling and was about to light it before Pope took it from his mouth and tossed it to the side, causing JJ to give him a look. John B pulled up on the side of the road where there was a vehicle and I watched Kiara get out of the car before looking back at Pope and JJ.

"You know what your problem is?" JJ asked Pope.

"You." Pope responded, making me laugh.

JJ couldn't help the smile that formed as he glanced at me before looking back at Pope, "No! It's that you need to relax, man. You're always so tense." He says. From what I knew of Pope, that did somewhat seem true.

"I'm not too tense." Pope countered. "Am I too tense?" Pope asked me, the both of them now looking at me.

"Uh... I don't know." I respond, put on the spot.

"You're too tense." JJ answers for me.

We ended up running off to hide behind something by the entrance of the junkyard. We were all waiting and watching Kiara's interaction with the worker.

"How's it going with Kiara?" JJ asked, looking over at John B.

"It's not awkward, weird, or anything." John B responded. Honestly, I didn't know what they were talking about, obviously, but I didn't really need to.

"Honestly, I did not think you were gonna actually listen to me." JJ tells his friend after snorting a little.

"What?" John B glances over at him.

"I was 100 percent sure that she was into you, bro. Pope would agree." JJ tells him.

"Ehh..." Pope responds.

"So, like, Kie, she, like, definitely gave you the Heisman?" JJ asked. Whatever that meant.

"Oh, no question. Yup." John B responded, nodding a little.

"Gotcha." JJ simply said.

"Maybe she's just into somebody else." Pope says making us all look over at him.

Before anyone could say anything, we see the guy turning his back and JJ is ushering us to go, his hand grabbing onto me and pulling me along with him. I run with him through the gate, the others following after. This was so fucking stupid.

He lets go of my hand as he goes to put the code into a lock that he had written on a sticky note. I look around anxiously, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. It didn't seem to be working though as he tried to open it but it wouldn't budge.

"Do you have the right numbers?" Pope asked him.

"All right, so I might have the wrong numbers." JJ steps away from the lock.

"Ah, damn it!" Pope complains. All of us were now stressed.

Suddenly, a dog comes running up barking and I tense up. John B goes running meanwhile I stand there with JJ.

"Hey. No, stay there! Good boy." JJ says, trying to calm the barking dog down. JJ grabs my hand before running off with me but Pope just stands there. "Pope, run!" He calls for Pope who just stands thee.

We watch as Pope grabs some metal rod and starts to swing it in the air, "Back off! Back off!" He says.

JJ grabs a towel thing from his pocket and holds it up, "I got a toy, boy!" The dog's attention is now on us and the dog starts to run at us now. "Wait, no, I was just kidding. Shit!" JJ says as he pulls me along with him once again and we start running. "Okay, sit!" He yells at the dog but obviously, that wasn't going to do anything.

He ushers me up onto a boat and we bend down, the dog down on the ground barking at us. I could hear footsteps and immediately, I think that we were fucked.

"JJ." I whine, stressed with the situation.

He looks at me, "It's alright. It's gonna be alright." He tries his best to console me but it's not exactly working.

"Whoever's up there better come on out! I mean it! Don't make me go up there and get your ass!" The man yells from the ground.

"Wait, Bobby! Don't shoot." JJ says as he gently puts his hand on my arm and guides me to stand up. "It's me, JJ. Luke's kid. This is.. my girlfriend." He says on the spot. I glance over at him for a moment before looking back at the man, my heart still nearly beating out of my chest.

"What are you doin'?" The man asked.

"I swear, okay. I didn't want to, okay?" JJ says. "My dad made me." He then told the man and I bite my lip nervously.

"Don't you lie." The man scolds him.

"He told me that Captain Leo kept his cutting torch. You know, after he got fired. He said if I didn't get it for him, he was gonna... he was gonna hit me again." JJ says and my heart drops as I glance over at him. My eyes trace his body but something in this feels too real, not just like an act. I look back at the man. "I'm sorry." JJ tells the man.

"Come on down, guys." The man says with a sigh.

JJ guides me to the ladder and I start to climb down, my hands shaking as I go to the ground and JJ comes down after me.

"I'll just come up with somethin'. Tell him I couldn't find it." JJ tells the man.

"All right." The man says.

"Sorry." JJ says before his hand comes up to the small of my back and he guides me to start walking. I don't say a thing as I just walk with him.

"I'm sorry about getting you into that mess." JJ breaks the silence as he looks at me.

"It's.. It's fine." I simply respond as I glance over at him.

"Bet you've been getting in a lot of trouble since meeting me." JJ says. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I guess so." I say. "You're ruining me." I smile, trying to ease the tension in the air.

"You haven't even seen the beginning yet." JJ responds with a smirk as we continue to walk together.

[elis-blawg222]

November 8 - Friday

Whew! Caught up at last!! (took me long enough)

Today was actually pretty good. I called Angel before school which made me really happy!! (I love him sm ill sob rn actually). My class wasn't toooo bad. The teacher talked sooo much ugh, but I drew the whole time so it was fine. I made my oc thinnn n pretty, love him. Also we had to go around the room and talk to people for like 30 minutes. 30. (did yk you have 30 minutes??)

It was so nerve wracking, especially because I was unprepared lol. I bet I looked like such a total weirdo with the lack of eye contact I was making, but at the time I was just trying not to break a nervous sweat LMAO.

Then, after my class I went to the library (on call w/Ange) and did an assignment. I went home afterwards because my phone was gonna die, and I needed my charger.

After a bit at home, I went to my next class, and I had a test in this one. It went good I think! We studied beforehand which I'm really grateful for.

We had a break in this class, so I went to walk around for a minute, and during this my mom texted me with:

"Eli

What did u eat today"

...

nothing. So, I said "I had some chicken nuggetss after my class hehe"

to which she responded "No fries no pop. How many nuggets"

GURL. So i was like "I did get some fries lol? and i got 10 why?"

and she just CONVENIENTLY NEVER RESPONDED. UGH.

(but wait theres more.)

After my class ended I went home and got ready for work. I was otp w/Angel (because seriously when am I not?) and he was playing minecraft. It was so peaceful and entertaining to watch and listen to him play- I loved every bit of it. Then, we talked about how we should play together (I ltrly will do anything to idc).

Work was actually ehh, not toooo bad. My dad and friend and her mom stopped by which was nice, and also my hairdresser LOL. They both tipped really well (obviously my dad did but yk).

I went home after what felt like one billion years, I was so so so happy. When I got home I just said a few things about my day like I usually do, and made sure to slip in the fact that I got a free meal at work. Which isn't wrong, I did, but I didn't get anything. I actually am just gonna let my friend get something tomorrow. but they don't have to know all that shhhhhhhh.

Then my mom stopped in front of me and was like what did you eat? and so i repeated myself bc no one listens to me <3

(I told her fried chicken tenders, fries, mac and cheese for context, a very 'me' meal tbh or at least it was)

Then, she was like "how many chicken tenders?" "no drink?" "did you finish it? all of it?" "so then you ate 2 full meals today?"

oh. my god. like. genuinely.

why. is. she. interrogating. me. pls. fucking. leave. me. alone. IM GENUINELY MORTIFIED AND HONESTLY IM SO AGGRIVATED. LET ME STARVE IN PEACE HOLY FUCK.

I tried to act like a normal person and be like ??? why are you interrogating me? BC WHY ARE YOU (as if I'm not literally starving myself)

She was just like "because I need to make sure you're getting nutrients." ok girl.

Then, I went to my room and she went to bed. I cleaned my room a bit and did a homework assignment, so I'm pretty proud of myself.

Also if you couldn't tell by now I fasted today. I was gonna either 48 hr fast or do 2 24 hr fasts back to back, but I think I'm just gonna do around 36 hrs. I wanna eat in front of my mom tomorrow so maybe she'll start leaving me alone (I seriously doubt it).

It just gets really frustrating when every meal I have she thinks isn't enough, even when I'm genuinely full. I can't eat like I used to like I physically cannot, she has to get that.

Anywho, I was thinking of making some cucumber boats tomorrow, I think it'll be fun.

Total Steps: 6.7k

Look at me meeting my step goal for once. I'm gonna start really making an effort at meeting it!

'Til tomorrow :)

(P.S. actually getting activity on these makes me so nervous but haiii)

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Harrison Gray

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Tall man: "You're unlucky to witness our deal like this."

Kate: "Let me go!"

Round-faced man: "There's no way we can let you go after seeing everything."

Today is December 31st.

I was helping with the preparations for the countdown party at the castle. But I got lost on the way to the store and witnessed a suspicious deal involving two men.

I ended up getting caught, and now my hands and feet were tied.

(I need to escape!)

Recalling the escape method I read in a detective novel I borrowed from Harry, I subtly move my hands to gradually loosen the ropes without the two men noticing.

(I need to find an opening and get out of here!)

Round-faced man: "Hmm? Who are you people?"

Suddenly, one of the men called out to the entrance of the warehouse, and standing there was一

Kate: "Harry, Liam!?"

Liam: "Ehh!? They've got Katie!"

Harrison: "Why are you here?"

Harry and Liam, seeing me tied up and lying on the ground, widened their eyes in surprise.

Since I had just been captured a moment ago, they probably didn't even know that I’d been kidnapped.

(Did the two of them come here as part of the Crown's mission?)

(I think they were supposed to bust an illegal drug deal today. So are these guys the culprits?)

Round-faced Man: "Do you guys know this woman? If so, it'll make things easier."

One of the men pointed a gun at me.

Tall man: "If you care about her life, then drop your weapons."

Harry and Liam held their breath at the man's threat and tried to put their weapons on the ground.

Kate: "Wait!"

I quickly raised my voice to stop them.

Round-faced man: "What's with you? Do you want to get killed?"

Kate: "This gun is real. It's loaded and dangerous, so you guys could get killed!"

Round-faced man: "Ha?"

Kate: "Drop your weapons quickly! These two also have other weapons!"

Liam: "What's wrong, Katie? We obviously intended to do that."

Harrison: "I see. Got it."

After hearing my words, Harry pretended to place the gun on the ground and then shot the men.

Tall Man: "Gah! It hurts!"

With precise control, each of the two men was shot in the leg and arm.

Although it wasn't life-threatening, their injuries prevented them from fighting.

Round-faced man: "What do you think you're doing? Do you not care about this woman's life!?"

Harrison: "Sorry, but your threat won't work. That gun is fake, yeah?"

Round-faced man: "Why you...!"

Tall Guy: "Damn it! We're at a disadvantage now. Let's scram!"

The two men, protecting their injured legs and arms, fled from the warehouse through the back door, leaving me behind.

Harrison: "Are you okay?"

Harry quickly ran over and helped me up.

Kate: "Yes, thank you for helping me."

With Harry's assistance, I finally freed myself.

Liam: "I'm glad you're safe."

Liam: "But I was surprised when Harry suddenly shot those guys, even though you were being held hostage."

Harrison: "Their gun was fake."

Liam: "Huh? Does that mean..."

Kate: "Yes. Everything I said was a lie."

They couldn't really harm me, as the gun they pointed at me was fake and they didn't have any other weapons.

To convey that information, I deliberately shouted the opposite to make Harry see through the lie.

Harrison: "You didn't tell the truth to catch the opponent off guard, right? Well done."

Kate: "I didn't want to be a burden to the two of you while being captured."

Kate: "But they escaped, so we need to catch them quickly!"

Harrison: "They're injured. All we need to do is follow the bloodstains."

The blood droplets eventually split into two paths, so Liam and Harrison decided to split up and pursue each trail.

After a while, Harry and I arrived at the market.

Perhaps because it was close to midnight, the market was bustling with people eager to watch the fireworks for the New Year.

Kate: "Harry, over there!"

Amidst the crowd, we saw a tall man with an injured leg dragging himself away. Before we could even catch up, a carriage stopped at the man's side.

It didn't look like a regular public carriage but a privately arranged one.

Harrison: "So there were others in your group, huh?"

There's no way we can catch up with them if they get on the carriage.

I hurriedly looked around but could not find any other carriages.

Kate: "We can't catch up on foot. We have to give up the pursuit for now."

Harrison: "No, there's still a way."

Saying that, Harry took out his pistol and aimed it at the carriage.

Harrison: "If I aim for the wheels, it will stop."

Kate: "But shooting a gun in the middle of a street like this?"

The Crown is a secret organization under the edict of Queen Victoria.

Their existence and their evil deeds should not be noticed by the general public.

Harrison: "No one will notice. After all, it's almost time."

As if to dispel my anxiety, Harry smiled nonchalantly.

Kate: "Almost time?"

Townspeople: "10! 9! 8!"

As I was about to ask, I heard loud voices counting down.

(Could it be?)

Harrison: "3, 2, 1!"

A dull roar shook our bodies.

It wasn't the sound of Harry's gun, but the sound of fireworks being set off to celebrate the new year.

I was momentarily distracted by it, but when I looked back, I saw the carriage overturning, its wheel distorted by a bullet.

Kate: "You timed it with the New Year's fireworks!"

Timing the gunshots with the sound of fireworks made it less likely for the gunshots to be noticed. Moreover, people were looking up at the sky, making it easier to overlook what happened on the ground.

Harrison: "They say the best place to hide a tree is in a forest, but..."

Kate: "W-What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Harrison: "I just thought I turned something you were looking forward to into a bloody memory."

(Come to think of it, I did mention before that I wanted to spend the countdown with him this year.)

(I'm glad he remembered my words.)

Kate: "Hehe. It's a little disappointing, but it was a countdown I'll never forget."

Kate: "Let's make next year's countdown even more wonderful, Harry."

Harrison: "The bar has been raised, huh? Well, I guess it's fine."

Afterward, we were able to safely capture the man from the carriage and hand him over to William, who said he had things to ask the man. After having the meal prepared by Victor, we finally returned to our room and took a breather.

Kate: "The first day of the new year was quite an ordeal."

Harrison: "The season doesn't matter when it comes to our duties. But if I could wish for something, it would be to spend more time with you this year."

I widened my eyes, surprised by his unusually straightforward wish. Sensing my reaction, Harry mischievously smiled.

Harrison: "Now, was that a lie or the truth?"

Kate: "I believe it was the truth. And if those words were a lie..."

Harrison: "Yeah?"

Kate: "I will stay with you so you will feel the same way."

Kate: "I'll do my best to make sure your lies change."

Harrison: "Heh? But that effort might not be necessary."

With a few words, Harry pulled me in and kissed me.

It was a sweet kiss that proved his wish was really true, capturing me and not letting go.