#i wish the top was some bright fun color it’d be so fun >:( oh well

[navysealt4t]

rocking the monochrome fit today

[simmetrycal]

ash x gn!reader *ೃ༄

synopsis:

ash takes you to hang out to rekindle your friendship.

word count: 4k

MINORS DNI or i’ll push your mother off a cliff

tags and cw: gender neutral reader, smut, fluff, oral m!receiving, mutual pining, aftercare

authors note: guys i KNOW.

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you’ve known ash for quite some time now. since sharing a class way back when in college, you were friends in fact. though, ash has many friends now and it proved difficult over the years to pin him down for a hangout.

still, he invites you to each and every one of his parties. and you’ve attended almost all.

though, when one time you didn’t, he actually noticed. a text came through on your phone the next day reading, “missed you last night! pop out next time?”

you maybe wished he asked about why you missed it, hoping to tell him about the way your car couldn’t start at all and he’d be concerned, even bring you something to cheer you up.

but he never did. you simply responded with “you know i’ll be there!”. he hearted the message but didn’t say anything else.

god, why is it so hard to talk to him?

you sit in a cafe booth on your break, twirling around a straw with your thumb and index, taking sips of your drink every so often. you ponder texting him again, simply for fun or to ask him to hang out.

you two used to hang out so much but nowadays he has his big boy job and you rarely see him, unless at those parties.

which get wild sometimes, by the way. he really knows how to make the aura in the room burn with intensity. it could be the music, though. or the bright color-changing lights, or a combination of both.

but no, it wasn’t either of those, it was him.

when he comes down from those stairs the party actually starts. people’s energies rise and never fall. they rip him away in every direction. he’s unable to stay in one place for long, getting pulled around by person after person.

he seems to love it though. i mean, who wouldn’t? it’s the attention and adoration from everyone in the room.

and there you were, being another one of those oglers. appreciating him for everything he is. how much he helps people, cares for them, is there for them.

you want to ask him to hang out but hesitate hitting send on your phone, slumping down and staring at the ceiling, unsure of what to do.

would he even want to hang out? what would the two of you do? would he reject you?

wait.. reject?

it’s not like you have a crush on him.. right?

not like you care if he’s busy or if he’s hanging out with other people. of course not.

so why do you feel a pang in your chest hoping for a text back after you say “link up?”

normally you would never use that phrase but it’s something you picked up for his vocabulary. so perhaps it’d strike his interest. you did that a lot actually— copy his lingo. it was too catchy not to.

minutes turn into hours and hours turn into nearly the whole day. you were brushing your teeth at midnight after marathoning your favorite movie series with your friend before he texted back.

the phone buzzed on the counter as you gargled, startling you. you spat and looked at it, not daring to flip it upwards. anxiously waiting for your nerves to die down.

you told yourself to except the worst. that he doesn’t want to hang out with you alone. or that he’s busy. he can’t make it.

“i’d love to! can i scoop you in 20?”

twenty minutes?! that’s so short notice. and.. oh my gosh?! he wants to hang out!

you fought a big smile that was threatening to take over your face. instead you push it down and blush, heading to your closet rather quickly.

twenty minutes is fine. anything’s fine.. if it’s for him.

as you dressed you thought about how you were going to steal that phrase: “scoop”, but your friend piped up from the living room.

“where are you going?” they ask, getting up to come down the hall. they turn the corner as you pull up a pair of pants with your nice top not yet on. “oh! you’re half naked, okay!” they laugh and turn around with the speed of light.

you clear your throat, embarrassed to say what you’re about to. “um, you know how i have been waiting for a text back from ash?”

“did he?! is that what you’re getting ready for? but it’s night?!” they finish. earlier you told your friend all about how you’ve been eager to see him lately.

“i.. kind of don’t care that it’s night.” you say sheepishly, with your shirt now and walking past them back to the bathroom.

“is this a D appointment?” they ask, leaning against the door frame. your jaw drops.

“no! i don’t feel that way for him! he’s simply my friend.” you state, examining yourself closely in the mirror.

“right.”

“what?”

“i can see it all over you. you’re excited to see him and you lowkey want action. am i right or am i right?”

did you want action?…. i mean, you wouldn’t necessarily be opposed if the opportunity arose— no. what were you thinking? this is lewd!

“hello?” your friend waved their hand in the direction of your face. “earth to y/n.”

“i don’t want action with him. like i said, he’s my friend.”

“mkay.. keep telling yourself that.” they laugh and walk off, knowing deep down you both are thinking the same thing. “i’m sleeping in the middle until you get back. starfish style because no one can tell me otherwise.” they climb onto your queen size bed.

-

ash picks you up in the parking lot of your apartment building. his audi is parked in a handicapped spot because it’s closest.

“you can’t park there you know,” you say as you get in the car.

he laughs and puts it in reverse once you sit and buckle in. “and who’s around to stop me?” he says, putting his hand on your seat to glance out his back window. the sight of that was attractive to say that least, but you ignore the feeling.

you look around and sure enough there’s almost no cars in the lot. huh.

“how are you, y/n? i haven’t seen you in a hot minute!” he says, looking at the road.

“i’m doing good! how about yourself?”

as he talks, you find yourself zoning out, just staring at him. all of him.

he smells good, the cologne graced air hangs in the atmosphere of the car. he’s wearing a snug black shirt and a watch, and his hair is wet from a shower. you can’t stop staring.

he might’ve noticed but he said nothing, though, you swore you caught a small grin on him.

“anyhow,” he finishes, “too much office drama for me in my opinion.”

“i thought you enjoyed that sort of thing.”

he chuckles. “you know what… actually yeah, i do sorta like it. but! not when it’s revolving around me— i like to observe.” he says as he comes to a red light.

“i completely get that.” you reply, still looking at him.

because of the light he turns to face you, taking a long look at you. “i haven’t seen you in so long. like this i mean.” the light turns green.

“i don’t understand.”

“like.. just the two of us, like we used to do.”

“i know! i missed it, and um..” you bite the inside of your cheek. “i’m really glad you said yes— i almost expected you to be too busy.”

“i’m never too busy.”

“really?”

“well.. maybe sometimes but, most of the time, just shoot me a text.” he says, patting you on the leg. it does something to you that you force yourself to push down. “i’m always down to see you.”

after some time in the car filled with chatting he parks and you blink, somehow you didn’t even notice that he drove you both all the way to the ice rink.

you shake your head. “ice skating?”

“what?” he looks at you full on, then glances down at your seatbelt, unbuckling it for you. “can’t skate?”

you purse your lips and fight another cheeky smile. fuck, why does he make you just want to grin from ear to ear when nothing is even going on?

“i’m just bad at it! i always fall.” you say to him as you both get out and walk towards the building.

“i’ll hold your hand, you won’t fall!”

you did fall. a lot.

as the two of you skated, ash messed around way too much- holding your hand sometimes and others just letting you figure it out on your own.

sometimes he’d even let go to chat with the many people there. of course he knew at least someone on the rink. typical ash.

it was actually odd how many people were there on a monday night. perhaps hockey practice.

when he let go you always wobbled, grabbing onto his arm or his shoulder to balance yourself.

he tried teaching you, and for the most part, you started to get it. though, you were jealous of how well he wandered over the ice effortlessly. his movements were perfect, like he’d been doing this for years and years.

all you had to do was ask though, why he was so good at it, and he’d tell you. apparently you had no idea he played hockey in high school after he swore you told you before.

“i was a goalie though, a fat goalie,” he laughed as he helped you skate, holding your hands as he skated backwards with ease.

the two of you were there for quite some time, just talking the night away. it felt so much easier than you thought it’d be. it was like you both picked up right where you left off, not caring about all the time that went by since you were close in college. he was still the same man. sweet and attentive, only focused on you.

a big part of you thought he would be distracted, maybe taking calls or texts, or simply not interested- but that were never the case.

you honestly loved it. you had his full, undivided attention, always.

the arena was cold and he didn’t seem to be affected by it. but you, on the other hand, were. shivering in your day to day clothes more and more after each time you hit the ice.

at some point, you hit the ground a bit too rough and scraped your palm. the pain was almost nonexistent because of how cold your hands were, but ash still rushed to your side.

he accidentally sprayed up ice chips and snow from his skates when he slid to a stop by you, leaning down and brushing it all off.

some “hehe’s” and “sorry’s” left his lips, but you were too busy paying attention to how he helped you up gracefully.

he sat you down on a bench in the lobby and removed your skates. no more ice for tonight.

you felt more comfortable without the tightly laced boots, but the feeling earlier of him putting them between his legs to tighten them for you was honestly better. perhaps you’d have to come back here with him sometime just so he can do that for you again.

he even put your own shoes back on for you, seeing as your hands were too cold. his were a bit red too but not like yours. perhaps he could help—

before you knew it he was taking both of your hands in his up to his cheeks.

his face was so so soft. like.. what does he do to moisturize because, damn. they were warm too, heating up your hands. he smiled that contagious, goofy grin he always did.

it made you want to.. nevermind.

he looked at you for a long moment, and you couldn’t break the eye contact- it was captivating.

“your eyes are annoyingly blue,” you mention without thinking. he did a stupid face to mimic that one hannah montana meme and it made you burst out laughing.

“i get that so often you don’t even know,” he says as he helps up. it was weird being on skates and now with your feet flat on the ground, the transition felt wobbly.

ash took you to his car and turned the heat up for you, even reaching under his seat to pull out a first aid kit.

your face was pink as he held the still-wrapped bandaid between his teeth, watching him clean the scrape with an alcohol wipe. he then opened the bandaid and placed it right over your wound. patting it for good measure.

“good? or should i kiss it better?” he says with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

you think for a moment, trying to play off your attraction to him as a joke. “kiss it better? maybe? just to make sure.”

he nods and takes your hand up to his mouth and kisses it, maintaining eye contact with you.

you try to pull away after out of hesitation but his grip is unrelenting. “better?”

the blush on your cheeks must be so obvious by now, so you look away and nods when he lets go.

“hey..” he says, turning your chin to look at him. this surprised you, making you blush even more. “i had a good time tonight.”

“yeah?” you try to sound confident but your voice is barely a whisper.

“yeah. i wanted to come and skate tonight anyway.. and i wanted to see you.”

there was a pause before he spoke again.

“why weren’t you at the last party? i like seeing you at those.”

so he is asking after all..

“my car wouldn’t start, but trust me i wanted to come.”

“you should’ve called me! i would’ve totally came to pick you up. i mean, that’s what friends are for, right?”

friends. yes.

“right. i’ll call you if it happens next time.”

“good. because i need you at those parties you know.” he says and leans back into his seat, looking at nothing out the window.

you cock your head. “you do?”

“yeah, duh. who else am i supposed to look at?”

you scoff-laugh. me? “i dunno, maybe the bajillion other people there.” you don’t even get crazy at his parties nor do you spend more than maybe 10 minutes with him there every time.

“y/n.” he says, taking your hand. “remember the first party you came to?”

“the one where you fell down the stairs?”

he laughs, remembering it. “yeah, but do you wanna know why i did that?”

“why..?”

“because i quite literally tripped when i saw you.”

“oh shut up..” you roll your eyes and smile, feeling good about yourself.

“i was so happy to see you y/n. i just feel.. comfortable around you- excited around you.”

“yeah, right..”

“don’t believe me?”

“um..” you think about it for a moment. “not really, ash. i mean, look at yourself. look at all the people around you all the time.”

“i’ve hardly known most of them for as long as ive known you.” he says quietly.

you sat there. and he sat there. neither of you looked away, neither of you said anything else.

the only movement was him glancing down at your lips, then back at your eyes. in that very moment you decided that it was okay to have a little crush on him. to want him like this.

it all came flowing in. you wanted him a lot, actually— this whole time you’ve wanted him. for years. you want him to kiss you and you want to kiss him.

and you want more than that. you want his mouth on other parts of your body. your mouth everywhere on his.

so you go for it.

you take initiative. and you know that ash will reciprocate because you truly do know him better than you think. he does lean into the kiss you two share.

a kiss isn’t the right way to describe it though, it’s almost like ash is drinking water for the first time in his whole life. fervently trying to get more from you, grabbing your jaw with one hand and your thigh with another.

his passion is almost overwhelming, but perhaps he’s thinking the same about you with the way you’re matching his needy energy.

the kiss is vigorous and pushy, both of you needing more, getting hotter, wetter, teeth clashing here and there. perhaps even a noise or two escapes his lips.

your position is a bit awkward and he feels this too, breaking away from the kiss to put his seat all the way back. once he does he practically pulls you on top of him, begging for you.

you connect your mouths once more, feeling the vibration of his small moan against your lips. he lets you continue down his neck so he can catch his breath, his hands roaming all along your backside. this arouses you to your core, feeling the wetness and impatience you have down there.

he grips your ass unashamedly, pulling you down on him to feel the hard tent in his black pants. it makes him shut his eyes, letting out a breathy groan.

he seems to want this so badly, need it almost. so you decide to sink lower, trailing your hands across his hard chest, down the ridges of his abs, and delicately lift up part of his shirt. your fingers gracefully trace his v-line, and he simply can’t take it anymore.

ash takes your hands and guides them to his waistband himself- not caring about coming off as needy or even rude about it.

this was usually attractive. normally you liked men who’d ask for permission to do anything with you or offer to repay you.

you’re sure ash is that type of guy generally but right now he isn’t and somehow.. you find it insatiably hot.

most likely because it proves to you that he needs this, he wants it so bad.

and he tells you that.

“y/n.. just.. fuck,” well, tries to tell you it seems.

you know what he means though, so you don’t waste any more time in tugging down the waistband of his pants and his perfectly tight boxers.

“mm,” he huffs, feeling the air hit his exposed, erect cock.

suddenly you feel too hot— maybe it’s the heat coming out of the ac right behind you or it’s the tension of you with your lips parted on top of ash and his deprived, pink, dripping cock.

you lean down to kiss the tip, still looking at him. his eyebrows are turned upward— looking nearly pathetic and his eyes beg for you. but you watch as he squeezes them shut when you take the base of it in your hand.

he’s acting like he’s never gotten a blowjob or handjob in his life, but it could be due to he fact that he’s an incredibly sensitive guy- in all the ways possible.

or maybe, just maybe, it’s you who’s making him this desperate.

“fuck,” he lets out when you lick a stripe up the shaft, your tongue leaving plenty of saliva behind, so much so that it drips down to his balls. when you come to the top you take the whole thing in your mouth to ash’s surprise, making him buck his hips up.

you take more until you can’t and begin sucking up and down, feeling ash’s hand come to your hair and to the armrest of his seat. he grips both for stability, almost too overwhelmed by his painfully hard cock that’s just bucking it’s way up into your mouth.

a few more strokes from you and he’s already trying to conceal whimpers, his breath and body shuddering.

he brushes your hair out of your face with his hand and makes eye contact with you. you see how absolutely adorable he looks above you, biting his bottom lip just slightly. you go back down and he groans.

“i..” he whines. “i just need to tell you, fuck,”

you keep going, making him fight for the words, but you’re still listening to what he has to say.

“i come quick and like, ahh, a lot..” he pants.

you hum in response, pleased. you give him a reassuring glance, basically letting him know: “it’s okay if you cum all over my face, i don’t mind. i’m actually yearning for it”

you both hadn’t even noticed the glass had gone completely foggy, and ash’s hand was leaving messy prints all over his driver side window.

you also didn’t expect a full whimper and whine leave him lips when he pulled you off his cock by your hair. your hand still working up and down it, knowing he was just about to cum.

and when he did it was spectacular.

you watch it come out of his perfect pink tip and you watch his face, his body, everything. his abdomen practically convulsing. the scene was so, so lewd.

and he wasnt kidding about being a total mess, you believe it even got on the steering wheel.

you wanted nothing more than to keep going, to lap up his cum and overstimulate him but you held back.. perhaps another time.

you truly hope there will be another time— for he didn’t even get to show you what he’ll do for you.

you stroke him through his orgasm, seeing how sleepy he was immediately becoming. it was honestly so cute.

“there’s wipes in the glovebox,” he mutters. the whisper was barely even audible and you weren’t even sure you heard anything, but you reached over and opened the glovebox anyway.

there were wipes and he tried taking them from you, wanting to clean himself up without your assistance- just to be a gentleman.

but you knew he was so happy and so grateful when you offered to do it for him. you took one out and cleaned all around his still twitching cock. you cleaned his thighs and his stomach and your own face and hands.

you took another wipe for the steering wheel and the door and his clothes but those didn’t seem like they were going to get clean unless he actually threw them in the wash.

to your astonishment, ash put his arms around you and hugged you down to his chest after you put the wipes away and pulled up his pants. his kissed your forehead and you noticed the tiniest tear roll down his soft cheek.

you wiped it away and he blinked his eyes open at you, half-lidded. they were full of adoration.

he then kissed you but this time.. it felt like the actual first kiss. earlier it was good but this- it was pure and sweet and slow.

it was genuine.

not that the other ones weren’t genuine but this was different level.

you know some people who refuse to kiss after you’ve given head— them thinking of it being gross to have your lips indirectly contact your own junk but ash didn’t seem to mind at all.

you really liked that.

and you could absolutely tell when he’s not so tired he will repay you by eating you out or possibly even fucking you when the two of you get the chance.

“would you like to go get ice cream?” he asks, looking at you kindly.

༉‧₊˚.

p.s you’re welcome dylan.

[janetbrown711]

“Why are you so nice to me” wakko or yakko max

To Wakko's delight, his brother kept good on his promise. Weeks passed and his brother devoted several days to restoring their bond just as it once was (the other days Yakko spent with Dot or with the both of them).

Heck, Wakko was so secure in his brother not abandoning him when Yakko asked if he could start up writing to Max again (at a much slower pace than before, he promised), Wakko said yes (barely) without hesitation. He knew that Max made him happy... and that he kinda owed it to Yakko to let him hang out with him again, as their little "not exactly falling out" was his fault (to him, anyway).

Everything was starting to seem... good- perfect, even.

However, Dot's birthday was rapidly approaching and Yakko was starting to get ideas.

"You know what we should do?" He said, lounging on the couch in the sunroom. "We should throw a ball for your birthday, Dot."

Dot perked up from her book. "What? Why? We never held balls for our birthdays before."

Yakko rolled his eyes. "That's because Grandma ruins everything. In this book I'm reading it says it was tradition for the royal family to hold big celebrations on their birthdays. I think it'd be fun- plus a great opportunity for you two to start making some friends."

Oh.

This again.

Wakko tried to laugh it off. "You'd have to get mum and dad to agree, and they've been pretty busy with the flooding in the west."

"Bah, that's mostly dealt with at this point. I'm sure they could use the break too," Yakko countered.

"B-but mom's coronation wasn't even that long ago," Wakko argued.

"It was over three months ago," Dot rolled her eyes. "I think a party would be fun," she looked to Yakko.

"Didn't you have fun at mom's coronation?" Yakko asked his middle sibling.

"Well I- I suppose I did..." Wakko thought back to the massive chalk drawing he had covered the floor with. It was pretty fun, and it made a lot of people happy.

"See? I'm sure a party in Dot's honor would be fun all the same- plus, making friends is great, I'm sure you'll love it," Yakko said with a reassuring smile on his face, though Wakko still wasn't quite convinced. However, he could see how much both of his siblings wanted this (even though the idea was only seconds old) and who was he to say no?

"Alright, I guess we can do that," He said, which made Dot clap in excitement as she began to detail everything she'd want for a party in her honor.

Wakko had a feeling this was going to be interesting.

.o0o.

As expected, their parents were ecstatic at the idea, and they spared no expense in attempts to create what they believed a much-needed celebration for the people of Warnerstock and their allies.

And to say it truly was Dot's creative vision would not be false. There were a lot of pinks- a lot, a lot of pinks. Though mostly tasteful, if you saw it it was hard to look away from.

But still, Wakko was happy for her, she was having the time of her life planning it all out with their dad, who was equally happy to spoil his little girl.

However, he knew deep down that despite what Yakko had sworn, her party was probably going to be very different from the coronation. He hoped it would be fun, but the more he watched decorations being put into place and talks about the guests and feasts the more he was beginning to worry.

He didn't say anything though, as the rest of his family seemed far too happy for him to want to bother them with his plight. They deserved this break, he was probably just being dramatic anyways. He'd be fine- and maybe make a friend just like Yakko said he would.

Wakko did his best to remain optimistic, despite the knots forming deep within.

It wasn't too long before the grand day arrived. Wakko had thought they had pulled out all the stops just for decorating but the day itself was insane too. Dot was showered in presents and even was taken out to town with William to go shopping for anything her heart desired, meanwhile Yakko, Wakko, and Lena stayed behind and supervised the final touches on the decorations.

Okay- really only Lena supervised, but Yakko and Wakko were technically there too. They didn't stay with her long, as she gave them a list of things to check up on so she could talk to some people which they were fine with.

Together, the brothers walked through the massive dining hall, checking curtains, flowers, vases, tapestries, etc. to make sure they were in the exact right places (not that the list really said where they were supposed to be) and checked them all off.

"So... are you looking forward to tonight?" Yakko asked, checking off 'left-most curtains'.

"Oh- uh- Yeah! I am... are you?" Wakko quickly said.

"Oh yeah, totally, it'll be great to see Max. It's been a while... you're still cool with that, right?" Yakko glanced down at him before checking another thing off.

Wakko nodded. "I won't try to prank or drive him away this time, I swear."

Yakko snorted. "I know you know better, I'm just asking if you're okay with me hanging out with him for tonight instead of you."

"Yeah, I am. You did say I should make friends after all," Wakko said, fiddling with gloves. Yakko looked away from the checklist and gave his little brother a side hug.

"I'm proud of you, you know that?" Yakko asked.

"Yeah, yeah," It was Wakko's turn to laugh.

"I'm serious-" Yakko let go and punched Wakko's arm lightly. "You're doing great. You should be proud of yourself too, you've come a long way."

Wakko smiled a little. "Maybe."

Yakko chuckled. "Well, it looks like we're just about done with this list. Wanna go turn it in to mom and go get changed into uncomfortable suits and greet guests for hours on end, or do you wanna just double and triple check the list until the last second?"

"Definitely check the list," Wakko laughed too.

And so the brothers did, until Lena caught wind of their shenanigans and forced them to start getting ready for the party (though they did cut a lot of time so technically they still regarded it as a win). At least those outfits weren't the worst they've ever worn (they were pretty confident nothing would ever top how itchy and miserable their funeral outfits were). Still, standing around and greeting people was a dreadfully boring job, not to mention awkward until their father and Dot eventually came to join them and actually do their job properly.

They knew their mom was busy, but leaving the two of them in charge was a little questionable.

Plus, after all that interaction, Wakko was starting to feel weird. Tired, but also not-? It was complicated. All he knew was that he wanted to be alone and maybe pace for a while, that'd be nice.

However, the party was to start in not too long, so he really didn't have time for that. He followed Yakko around for a while to the main party room where the people they had greeted before were all chatting amongst themselves. It wasn't too loud yet, but Wakko's tail twitched nervously as he weaved between people and conversations.

He hadn't been this nervous at the coronation- Wakko really wished he could figure out why he was feeling this way. Alas, he was unable.

He did feel a little better as Yakko and he found a spot of their own to chill in for a while, away from all the people.

"A lot of people came to this shindig, huh?" Yakko joked, "though probably no more than those who attended mom's coronation."

"Yeah..." Wakko said, trying to compare them mentally.

"More kids though, which is really good for you and Dot to make friends," Yakko said.

"Yep, yep," Wakko feigned enthusiasm.

"Are you okay..?" Yakko asked, causing Wakko to straighten out his act instantly and nod.

"Of course," he said. Yakko frowned.

"You don't have to lie you know," He remarked. Wakko bit his lip.

"M'just a little tired," he shrugged, figuring it was close enough to the truth.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Yakko asked worriedly.

Wakko nodded again. "I'll be fine, I'm probably just hungry."

Yakko laughed a little. "Alright, but you'll tell me if anything is wrong, right?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

The brothers stood in a bored silence for a while, before the rest of their family walked in and the festivities officially began.

It started with the feast, which was pretty harmless, as Wakko enjoyed talking with his family and the food was "quite excellent". The hall was filled with good cheer and hearty laughter, which he could appreciate.

However, after that, things began to blur.

It seemed only moments ago he was eating when suddenly everything was taken away and it turned into social hour. and Dot and their parents disappeared once more. He recalled Yakko asking if it was okay for him to go to Max, to which Wakko nodded and even pushed him away some. Oh god- he hoped that wasn't too aggressive.

Now he was alone. People were talking, walking, dancing, all sorts of activities. Wakko tried to take it all in, but all of the colors and sounds were starting to burn his eyes.

Friends. He was told he had to make friends.

He tried looking around for kids his age, but just turning his head made him dizzy.

Hmph.

Still, he was determined to function as a normal child would so he began weaving through the rapidly shifting crowd as he had earlier, just with a much louder and more busy crowd.

Suddenly his suit was starting to feel a lot more uncomfortable than before. God- if he could just find someone-

He bumped right into a lady in a bright purple dress. He quickly stuttered an apology before scurrying away as fast as he could, not even waiting for a response.

Seriously- was his suit trying to choke him? He pulled on it desperately, but if anything it just made the pull tighter. Wakko growled to himself as he walked further and further away from whoever that lady was, until he hit the wall.

At least the marble was cool, it was starting to feel like it was a million degrees in here.

Still, it wasn't enough. he still felt hot, and stuffy- was he even breathing anymore?

...Yes, yes he was. Rather fast though- oh dear, was that his heart? oh god- what was happening? Why was the music so loud? Why was his collar so tight? When was the last time he blinked? Where were these "kids" Wakko was supposed to make friends with?

Wait- no, he could see those. A group of them- shit, they were looking at him. Wakko noticed his nail was twitching nervously- he grabbed it and forced it to stop, but the kids laughed.

Wakko ran away again, covering his ears, his face turning red and the knot in his stomach transporting itself to his throat.

"No, no, no, no. Please, not now..." He pleaded with himself, but he didn't listen, and tears started to form. Wakko looked desperately for a quick way out, but still couldn't find any- curse the size of this place.

However, as his eyes darted around anxiously, he spotted something- a table covered in a white cloth that went to the ground. Without hesitation, Wakko went to it, making sure no one saw him before crawling underneath.

Wakko stayed there, covering his ears and rocking back and forth awhile, cursing his stupid brain for making these stupid tears that wouldn't end. He also cursed the stupid music for being too loud and the guests for being so many.

He wanted Mom.

He wanted mom to come and find him and scoop him up and take him to the playroom and sit in the rocking chair and rock him to sleep.

However, she didn't come.

No one did.

He was alone, and these tears weren't making him any calmer. Everything still felt so loud- it wasn't this loud before- he loved mom's coronation. Why was his brain so stupid?!

The young prince continued like that for a while, before someone came and lifted the tablecloth. He tried to make a run for it, but the someone grabbed his arm before he could- Wakko turned to look at their face and-

It was Max.

"S-sorry, I probably shouldn't... grab you," He let go, and Wakko scooted back, though he didn't leave. Max saw this as an invitation and joined him under the table.

"A-are- uh... Are you okay?" Max asked. Wakko looked away and shrugged.

"Right... not much of a talker..." Max recalled. Wakko nodded once, though he instantly regretted it, as it made his head feel weird.

Max tapped his fingers on his knee as he tried to figure something out. Wakko avoided any looks the Disney Prince gave him.

"Do you want some water? I can go get you some water," Max offered. Wakko sniffled and thought about it, before nodding once more (and regretting it once more).

with that, he disappeared, though not for too long.

Wakko noticed he stopped crying.

"Here, take this," Max handed him the glass. Wakko accepted the offering, taking a long drink.

Well, that felt at least a little bit better.

He glanced at Max.

"A-aren't you supposed to be with Yakko?" he asked.

"Dot was practically begging Yakko for a dance and I let him, it's her day after all," Max chuckled.

That made sense.

Wakko looked down at the glass, tapping his finger against it and looking at the water ripple.

"Do you need to step out of the party for a sec?" Max asked.

Wakko shrugged, taking a sip.

"Here- I'll help you find an exit," Max said, getting up and holding the cloth open for Wakko.

He hesitated.

He didn't deserve this- such kindness from the guy he locked in the tower mere weeks ago- it didn't make sense.

Then again, he'd give anything to get out of here.

Wakko listening to his senses and got out.

Carefully he followed Max through the gigantic room until they eventually reached a door, through which both of them slipped out of and into a calm and dark hallway.

Instantly, Wakko felt calmed, taking a deep breath.

"Wanna sit down?" Max asked, gesturing to the couches nearby. Wakko nodded. However, instead of sitting on the couch, he chose to lay on the cool floor, even taking off his gloves so he could feel the marble with his fingers.

Max didn't say anything for a while, not seeming to mind the silence. Which was good- because Wakko didn't feel like breaking it.

After a while though, a thought nagged at his brain.

Why.

Why on earth would Max help him? After everything he did? After everything he jeopardized? It didn't make sense.

Wakko sat up. Max looked at him but didn't say anything.

Wakko sighed.

"Why-?" He paused.

"Why... are you being so nice to me?"

"You were in trouble, I couldn't ignore that," Max shrugged. Wakko frowned, putting his gloves back on.

"I-i... Aren't you mad? At least a little?" He asked.

"It wasn't my first time being locked in a room for hours on end," Max snorted.

"Y-yeah, but I tried to hurt you. And Yakko..." Wakko looked at the ground. "I know how much you mean to him."

Max blinked.

"I- uh... well-" Max struggled with his words a moment.

"I don't... blame you, I guess. It's as new to you as it is to me and with a past and family tree like yours, I guess I don't blame you for lashing out? I dunno," Max shrugged, looking away.

Huh...

"Still... you didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. Trust me, I would've helped any kid I found under there, but I'm glad it was you," Max said.

Wakko looked at him, deciding whether or not he believed that. Ultimately, he did.

"You know... Yakko talks a lot about you," Max said, piquing Wakko's interest.

"He worries a lot, but he says you're a really sweet kid, and I believe that," Max smiled a little. "You should be easier on yourself, you're still growing up you know?"

Wakko thought about that.

"I guess," He said. Max snorted.

"You know... you do seem like a pretty cool kid. I'm sorry if you ever felt I was ignoring you, I promise I'll try to make up for it too," He said.

Wakko thought about that too.

"Thanks," He said.

"I really do hope we can grow to like each other. Yakko means a lot to me and you mean a lot to him... you know?" Max blushed a little, scratching the back of his neck.

Wakko nodded, grinning a little.

"So... are we... cool?" Max asked.

Wakko thought about that as well.

"Yeah, we're cool," He said with his signature smile.

"Cool," Max grinned back. "Because I'm pretty sure Yakko might lose it if his dance with Dot ended and he can't find me."

Wakko laughed.

"Will you be alright?" Max asked, standing. Wakko nodded, getting up as well.

"I'm feeling a lot better... though I think I'll look for mum and dad," He said.

"Fair enough," Max nodded once. "Well- uh... see you around, I guess."

"See you around," Wakko laughed at his awkwardness before going back through the doors and back to the party.

Max followed soon thereafter, hoping Yakko wouldn't be too mad or worried at him for his sudden disappearance.

.o0o.

Yakko couldn't believe that a year ago today he thought his parents were dead. It baffled him honestly- he could turn his head and his parents were right there. They were never really dead- it shocked him to remember sometimes.

He also couldn't believe that only a year ago the most celebration they could share for Dot's birthday was a mini cake they had to sneak late at night.

And now look where he was- dancing in the middle of the ballroom with his little sister having the time of his life- despite the fact Dot couldn't stop giggling and he almost dropped her that one time.

However, he had to draw the line after three songs, which Dot understood, and he gave her back to their parents, hoping Max wouldn't be too mad about Dot taking up so much of his time.

"Ah, Max, there you are- sorry for dancing so long, I have a hard time saying no to her," Yakko laughed between pants, scratching the back of his neck.

"You just got done?" Max teased.

"Yeah, she really liked dancing," Yakko shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You look like you could use a breather," Max raised an eyebrow at him.

"Who, me? Whatever would give that idea?" He played back, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"C'mon- let's go to the balcony," Max said, taking his hand.

When they got to the door Yakko paused as he looked back at his family, unsure. However, his parents looked at him, and after giving a fair look of warning, they both gave him a thumbs up and nod of approval, and Yakko went off with his prince.

However, they didn't pick a random one, they went all the way through the halls to the usual one they'd go to when Max visited Warnerstock (the kid had a thing for balconies).

"Ahh, fresh air," Yakko embraced the cool night.

"Yep," Max embraced it too, immediately going and leaning on the rails.

"Are you liking the party?" Yakko asked.

"It's pretty good- though a little crowded, but I always know how to find some space," Max answered.

"I feel that- when my birthday rolls around, I'll make it a lot less crowded. I don't know what Dot had against having it outside, but what are you gonna do?" Yakko shrugged.

"I think Wakko would appreciate a smaller shindig," Max said, looking at the garden.

"What makes you say that?" Yakko decided to take his place next to Max also leaning against the railing.

"Ran into him- he wasn't having the best time so I helped ground him again," Max said like it was no big deal.

It was.

"Grounded him? You- managed to calm him down? Is he okay? What happened?" Yakko asked quickly.

"Woah, woah, it's okay. He's totally fine, just... overwhelmed." Max said.

"Oh... well... I'm glad he's okay," Yakko took a deep breath. "And I'm even more glad you were able to help him- that's huge... really."

He looked at him when he said that last part. Max blushed.

"I would've helped anyone, seriously," He looked away.

"Mhm, sure," Yakko teased.

"I am serious though- it probably means a lot to Wakko- he doesn't accept help easily and to allow you... it means he's starting to like you," Yakko said in all seriousness.

"That's good," Max nodded. "I really do want your family to like me- I just... don't have the best ways of showing it, I suppose."

"Hey, you're doing great so far," Yakko held his hand.

There was a moment before Yakko realized what he was doing and both boys broke the gesture.

"Haha... yeahhhh," Max looked at the wall away from Yakko.

There was a stretch of silence between the two, neither knowing what to do. Sure they knew what they wanted but... things are never as easy as just doing what you want.

"My dad and uncles like you too- if you care about that," Max decided to say.

"That's good," Yakko smiled a little, rubbing his thumb on the railing.

Another pause.

"You know- It's funny to me how when we met you thought I might too cool for you," Max remarked.

"When did I ever say that?" Yakko said.

"You called me cool at least fifty times upon first meeting me," Max play punched his arm.

"As I recall, you called me cool, so who's the real cool one here?" Yakko punched him back and the princes laughed.

"Alright, alright, you got me," Max chuckled. "I was just trying to say you were totally wrong, I don't have a cool bone in my body."

"God- you're so cool you don't even know how cool you are. Typical," Yakko sighed teasingly.

"Hey, didn't I just say you're pretty cool too?" Max accused playfully.

"Oh please, you're way cooler. No trauma and with fluffy, luxurious hair like that? Please," Yakko rolled his eyes.

"Oh puh-lease yourself. Trauma is just a cool backstory and you're home is a lot more fun and a lot less crowded and your family is a lot more cool too," Max pointed his finger at Yakko.

"You're exaggerating," Yakko pointed back.

"Nope- not at all. You're one of my first true friends and that automatically makes you very cool," Max crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah? W-well-" Yakko paused, looking at Max carefully.

A pause.

Max's dark brown eyes shined back at Yakko, reflecting the stars that surrounded them wonderfully. His fluffy and luxurious hair framed his face with perfect ease. His signature smile slowly turned into that of curiosity.

Yakko felt his heart flutter.

"I'm not as cool as you think," Yakko stepped down, looking at the ground.

Coward.

Another pause.

"..."

"Well maybe you are right- maybe I am cooler than you."

"Wha-?"

Before Yakko could finish the sentence, Max grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a kiss.

"S-see?" Max was internally "fjdkaf;sfj"-ing in his brain. "You've won- I'm a lot cooler."

"Y-yeah," Yakko could barely speak his face was as red as Wakko's hat. "You're... yeah," his face melted into a goofy grin.

"Oh god- I'm sorry- d-did you not mean that..?" Max panicked, quickly becoming embarrassed.

"N-no!" Yakko snapped to life. "I-i... I- uh..."

"I liked it," He managed to say. Max smiled.

"W-... Wanna do it again?" Yakko proposed, and Max nodded, and they shared another kiss.

Yakko knew it was corny to think, but it truly felt just like fireworks in his chest.

He liked Max- Max liked him. A part of himself was realized- and he felt alive. A good kind of alive- not the kind of alive that came from life or death situations.

"So... I guess that makes us even," Max joked. Yakko laughed.

"I guess so," He couldn't get himself to stop smiling- neither could Max. They looked at each other before bursting into laughter again.

"Man, we really should return to the party," Max said.

"Yeah, you're right," Yakko's face was starting to hurt from the smiling.

"Do- uh... do you think your parents will be cool... orrrr...?" Max asked.

"Psh, I'm sure they'll be fine," He said without hesitation.

"Cool," Max said, opening the door out of the balcony.

Yakko looked at him for a moment, trying to absorb the moment as best he could.

"You okay?" Max asked.

"Yep," Yakko said, taking a deep breath as he implanted it in his memory in his brain forever.

"C'mon, let's go before they think we've done something stupid," Yakko said, quickly joining Max and grabbing his hand before running back to join his family.

however, right before entering the party room once more, Yakko paused.

"Does this mean our friendship is basically ruined?" He asked.

Max thought about it.

"I wouldn't think of it as a ruining per se... maybe think of it as an upgrade of sorts," Max winked.

God, he was so much cooler.

"Cool," Yakko grinned, squeezing Max's hand.

"Well... uh- shall we?" Max let go and offered Yakko his arm.

Yakko thought about it.

Taking it would mean no taking it back- it would mean the whole party would basically know that they kissed (holy shit- they kissed! that was a thing that happened!). His parents, his siblings, practically the whole kingdom, and their allies.

Yakko couldn't imagine any other way to walk back in.

He took his arm.

"We shall."

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 The End

[the-dream-team]

Chlorine

A fluffy little one-shot for @efkgirldetective's summer of jily week two prompt: swimming with friends // Today we're younger than we're ever gonna be <3

“What in Merlin’s name is that smell?” gagged Sirius, bringing his towel up to cover his nose.

Mary swotted him with a bright green foam noodle. “That’s just the chlorine, you knob. It’s a chemical Muggles use to keep the water clean.”

“The water’s not clean?” squeaked Peter, his beady eyes widening.

“Take a look around Pettigrew,” laughed Mary, gesturing wildly. “There are about a trillion little kids running around with saggy trunks and juice-stained mouths, it’s not exactly the Prefect’s bathroom here.”

The group of teenagers took a moment to survey their surroundings. Sirius was right, the thick summer air reeked of chlorine wafting from unnaturally electric blue swimming pools, packed with screaming children, brightly colored floaties, and haggard parents. Behind the main pool, reaching up to the sky, stood two impressive slides, winding and bending in every direction before opening up into a smaller basin. Once every minute, the slide discarded a new, squealing child into the water with an eruptive splash.

Lily eyed the Muggle kids with some trepidation. “Are we too old to be here?” she asked, eyes shifting as she clutched her copy of Herbology for Potioneers a little closer to her chest. “It feels like everyone else is about a decade younger than us.”

“Don’t worry too much about that, Evans,” said James, a bright smile aimed in her direction. “Today we’re younger than we’re ever going to be, anyway!” He nudged her affectionately, resulting in a rosy hue that spread across her cheeks as their bare shoulders made contact.

“Alright,” announced Remus after barely dodging a rogue beach ball, “let’s find a place to put our towels before these buggers realize we’re easy targets.”

They managed to snag a row of plastic lounge chairs beside the wave pool to dump their belongings on before Sirius set his sights on the towering waterslides across the park.

“You said these slides were crazy fast, right MacDonald?” Sirius asked, a dangerous gleam in his eye.

“They’re the fastest in Britain,” grinned Mary, tossing her sunnies aside. “And you get some serious air on your way out, it’s the closest thing Muggles have to flying, I’d argue.”

Lily tensed and quickly diverted her attention to her book, though her eyes remained still as she stared at the pages. Almost no one noticed her sudden discomfort.

“That’s bloody brilliant,” grinned Sirius. “Last one to the top has to buy us a round of those mushie drinks.”

“They’re called slushies, Padfoot.”

“Call them whatever you want, Moony, but I want a blue one.” Sirius discarded his t-shirt onto a chair and kicked off his sandals in preperation. “Prongs, do you think we could convince the lifeguards to let us go down the slides together?”

But James wasn’t paying attention to Sirius. “Nah, go ahead without me,” he said, eyes trained on Lily as she continued intently staring at her book. “I think I’m gonna start out a little slower with the lazy river. Evans, care to keep me company?”

Lily’s eyes snapped up to see Sirius’ dropped jaw, Mary’s raised eyebrows, and James’ steady smile.

“Oh,” she said, her voice finding a higher octave than usual, “sure, I could join you.”

“Fine,” grumbled Sirius, pulling the others along with him, “but I’m coming to find you at that dopey river after our first round on the slides. I won’t let you be boring all day, Prongs.”

James shrugged, barely paying the others any mind as he extended a hand to Lily. She watched their friends saunter off before accepting his help to stand up.

“Hold on there, Evans,” said James, plucking her book from her hands and tossing it back onto their pile of towels, “I can’t have you doing homework; today is all about having fun!”

“Then why aren’t you going with the others to the slides?”

He paused, considering her question with a smile. “Because you’re way more fun than a couple of waterslides.”

Before she had a chance to respond, James pulled her away from the chairs and towards the center of the park, their bare feet slapping against sizzling cement as they navigated around young children and indifferent lifeguards.

The lazy river lived directly across from the concession stand, perfectly situated for parents who wanted to keep an eye on their floating kids while they enjoyed a cool beer and a basket of hot chips. The river wound itself around an impressive structure resembling a fairytale castle, complete with canons that sprayed water onto passerbys and waterfalls that poured over plastered mountainsides and into its surrounding moat.

At the water’s edge sat a pile of tubes, growing hot under the unrelenting midday sun. James released Lily’s hand to secure them two floats, missing her subtle disappointed huff at the loss of his grip when he turned his back on her. But by the time he handed over her tube, she’d managed to rearrange her face into a neutral smile.

“After you, Evans,” he said with a little bow, extending an arm towards the gently rolling river.

She rolled her eyes at the exaggerated chivalry, but stepped forward nonetheless, carefully placing her tube in the water and lowering herself into the center. The water, cool and refreshing, lapped against her backside and kissed her heels as she hung her legs over the tempered rubber.

James took a different approach, choosing to throw his own tube unceremoniously into the water before giving himself a running start to cannonball onto it. Lily screeched as he nearly jumped directly on top of her.

“You prat!” she laughed, splashing water on his face, covering his glasses in little droplets.

“You know you love me,” he teased, a glint in his eye.

The pink glow that spread across her cheeks could have passed as a light sunburn, but the way James’ eyes flashed suggested he’d picked up on the truth. His dimples appeared despite the attempt to keep his grin at bay.

“So, Potter,” she started, choosing to change the subject, “what drew you to the lazy river, other than the obvious similarities you share?”

James drove an imaginary dagger into his chest. “You wound me, Evans! But if you must know, I thought it’d be the perfect place to chat with you.”

If the river’s current hadn’t continued pulling them along, Lily might have thought time had stood still. “To chat?”

“Yeah,” he responded as though it were obvious, “the playground would be too noisy with all the kids running around, it seems like we would’ve spent more time underwater than above it at the wave pool, and the hot tubs are simply not weather appropriate.”

“With me?”

It was finally James’ turn to look surprised. “Of course! I’ve spent my whole summer mucking about with the boys, but I’ve hardly seen you since Peter’s party and I missed talking with you.”

Lily tried passing off her pleased burst of laughter as a scoff. “I always forget how forthright you are.”

“I’m an open book,” he replied, sticking her with a pointed stare she couldn’t see as she averted her own gaze, attempting to hide her growing blush he had already clocked.

“I wish I could be more like that,” she spoke to the distance, to the cloudless expanse of sky, hoping it would relay the message to the boy whose intertube continued bouncing rhythmically against her own as they traveled in endless circles.

“As a kid,” she continued, “I loved playgrounds. Gravity melted away when I sailed off swings and soared through slides, when my magic took over before I even knew what I was. But the uncontrollable flying always scared my parents, so when my family visited parks, I’d be kept on the sidelines, hidden away to avoid causing a scene. I guess I got pretty good at hiding.”

“Do you want help practicing?”

Lily jerked her attention back to James and his easy eyes, his ruffled hair. “What?”

“Do you want help practicing being an open book?” he repeated simply. “I happen to be an expert and I’d be happy to lend my talents.”

His cheeky grin earned him a light splashing and an only-slightly-exasperated huff. “You know what, fine. Teach me your ways, Potter.”

“Alright,” he said, eyes brightening as he adjusted his position on his tube to face her more fully, “we’ll start with easy questions and then get gradually harder from there. The only rule is that you have to answer honestly.”

Lily sunk slightly into the hole of her intertube, but nodded, resting her chin on her folded arms, fingers mindlessly dipping in and out of the passing water below.

“First off, who is your best friend?”

“That’s your easy question?” Lily guffawed.

“What?” asked James, watching her curiously. “I already know the basics. Your favourite colour is forest green, you like chocolate biscuits best, and your sister is a piece of work. Now, who is your best friend?”

“Mary, I guess?” said Lily, brows furrowed slightly. “We immediately clicked since we first met, what with us both being Muggleborn, and after Sev was out of the picture…”

“I’m familiar with this part,” James grimaced, his focus shifting to his fingernails. “So, next question. If you had to be sorted into a different house, which one would you choose?”

“Hufflepuff,” she responded without blinking. “Closest to the kitchens, obviously. Next question.”

“Respectable,” he chuckled. “How about… do you prefer Butterbeer or Firewhiskey?”

She paused, catching his eye for longer than she’d planned. “You probably already know the answer.”

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards with a jolt of hope. “Butterbeer spiked with Firewhiskey?”

“Butterbeer spiked with Firewhiskey.”

James leaned forward slightly, his arm extending absentmindedly to reach for the cloth handles on Lily’s tube to pull her closer. “Like the ones we made at Peter’s birthday party last month?”

Their hands mingled together in the water between their tubes, pruned fingers brushing against each other as the current pushed them together. “Exactly like the ones from Peter’s birthday.”

He was near enough to count every sunkissed freckle spattered across her nose. She could practically fall into his growing dimples.

“Oi, Prongs!” came the disappointing voice of Sirius Black from the concession stand’s picnic tables. “You can’t hide from us all day, mate!”

“Maybe not,” James called back, a lopsided smirk sliding across his face, “but I can try!”

Before Sirius had a chance to respond, James sunk through the center of his intertube and disappeared under the water’s surface. Lily peered into the river, wondering if he could have possibly brought his Invisibility Cloak with him to the park, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted when a hand grabbed her ankle under the water. It tugged lightly, willing her out of her tube and into the depths of the lazy river.

Once fully submerged in the water, Lily squinted her eyes open to see her new surroundings, blue like the sky with ripples of sunlight refracting through the flowing stream, circular shadows overhead from the tubes they left on the surface, roaming away like drifting clouds searching for different horizons. A hand found her arm and spun her around, bringing her face to face with James, his glasses attempting an escape into the river’s flow, tiny air bubbles escaping through his nose and growing smile.

He pulled her across the width of the river, through a shower of bubbles from the underside of a waterfall, and into still water again before finally leading them both to the surface. They broke back into the world with gasping breaths and laughter, finding themselves in a dark, quiet alcove behind one of the castle’s waterfall features. The lazy river continued on as they stood together in their hidden cave, separated only by a wall of tumbling water. Despite no longer being pulled by the river’s current, the two found themselves drifting closer and closer to one another.

“Do you have any more questions?” asked Lily, her whisper echoing around and joining in with the soft roar of the waterfall.

James tried to control the beating of his heart, which must have been reverberating all around their little retreat based on how loudly he heard it pounding in his ears.

He cleared his throat. “Did you want me to kiss you that night at Peter’s party?”

She inhaled sharply. “Yes. Next question.”

“Do you want me to kiss you now?”

“Yes.”

She barely got the word out before James’ lips found hers, crashing down like a wave against the shore, pulling them into a riptide of racing hearts, fluttering eyelashes, and sighing breaths. They kissed and kissed and kissed until their heads spun, either drunk off the thrill of new beginnings or thoughts of Firewhiskey-spiked Butterbeer. Or possibly it was the intoxicating combination of magic mixed with chlorine.

[hpalways]

Conquer || Childe

Disclaimer: This is a Yandere! Childe x Reader Oneshot. There will be obsession, light gore, and death. If you are not comfortable with such topics, you do not have to read it. I would also like to put a reminder that I do not condone such behavior either, nor should toxic relationships ever be romanticized. Thank you for reading if you choose to do so!

BLADES coated of water skewered the enemy, pummeling them down mercilessly with every motion. The quick fight was soon over, so the male brushed his gloved hands together and left the vicinity, plastering a smile on his face yet again. Tartaglia had just gone on a quick errand for the Fatui, to analyze an area for their future plans. However, he ran into a little trouble there and ended up fighting monsters and whatnot.

It frustrated him, having to deal with such lowlifes. He was better than this! If it didn't provide him the thrill he was so desperate to lay hands upon, then what was the damn point? They shouldn't even be spared any time, for they forced him to dally along, which kept him away from you longer.

He combed his fingers through his red locks, sighing in the process. It was about time he began the trek back to Liyue Harbor. Lands spreading far and wide, he stayed obediently on the path and watched the peaceful birds soar through the skies. It was a very nice day today, but he felt restless anyway. The hands at the sides were twitching, nails digging sharply into the palms until blood seeped out. The pain of it did not bother him at all -- in fact, he merely enjoyed it, lips curving up into an actual smile. It made everything less pleasant, but more real.

The greenery grasslands of the wilderness faded into pavement, marked by the craft of humans. The huge structures of the city brimmed of familiarity of what he called 'home' for the past few months now. It would never truly be home of course, and it would never satisfy his wants, but it would have to do. At least you were apart of it.

His dark boots echoed upon the planked docks as he dodged the bodies milling about. The waves lapping below were as clear as the sky, reflecting against the warm sun. He knew exactly where to find you, and had sucked in a breath when he indeed saw the person he wished to see the most. [h/c] hair blowing with the wind behind, your figure was hunched down, a pair of chopsticks in your hand. You were on a lunchbreak from your job at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, so you were currently shoving down food at your favorite spot of Liyue. It was a simple place -- the edge of the dock with a good view of the sea, but it was also where you and Childe marked the first letter of your names on the rail.

"If it isn't my favorite comrade." The voice nearly sent you jumping in fright, so you whirled your head around to meet deep, blue hues. The tall male was leaning on the ledge, capturing you wholly with an unwavering gaze.

"Childe! You've returned," you said, grinning at the sight of him.

He leaned closer in, immediately causing your heart to race. Without a second to waste, he kissed you chastely, tasting you softly, in addition, the salt coming from the chicken you just ate. You instantly kissed back, cheeks warmed and lids closed, the food forgotten entirely. Body heat stemmed from him, wrapping you in a comfortable embrace. It was enough to ease your current worries, because Childe was here. The man you loved since the time of beginning... was safe and sound. It wasn't that you doubted his skills -- because he was strong -- very strong, considering he helped train you previously -- but the world out there was still terrifying. Not just that, but he could sometimes get ahead of himself; that was a call for trouble.

His kiss suddenly deepened, lips and tongue burning you until it began to eat you away. Your heart pounded ever so faster, but not in excitement -- rather in alarm. Pulling your head back from him and hungrily gulping fists of air, you averted your eyes to the waters. Despite not looking back at the Snezhayan man, you could feel his gaze digging into the side of your face. He appeared confused as to why the act of affection ceased so soon.

You decided to answer his unvoiced question, knowing it'd be a bigger hassle if you didn't. "I'm eating and we're in public." No response came from him. "Would you like a piece?"

Snatching a piece of chicken from your bowl, you turned to look at him. That was when you noticed how tired he looked. Dark circles adorned beneath his eyes, his hair was messy, and his outfit was slightly rumpled. What had exactly happened out there? Even the offer for food didn't appeal to him, his body stoic without the charm he usually exuded.

Then it happened like a light switch. He nodded eagerly, opening his mouth for the chicken. Despite your unease, you pretended not to see it and did as asked. Plopping it into his mouth, his expression brightened and he nodded while chewing. "Very delicious. Isn't life beautiful, [Y/N]? It's always beautiful with you here."

"Oh... stop being a flirt," you laughed, shaking your head to hide your flustered state.

"Why should I ever?" he asked, tilting his head. A finger twirled around your hair strand, twisting it -- deeper and deeper like a snake burrowing within. He grinned wide, teeth baring and too bright it nearly blinded you. "You're fun to tease."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back onto the food. "How did your day go today?"

"It was annoying," he murmured, features growing dim for a second. "I had only hilichurls to fight. I need something stronger."

"Isn't that a good a thing? You won't get hurt that way."

He blinked at you, brows raised for a few seconds. "You're right," he agreed, shocking you. He wasn't the type of person to stray from the idea of danger. "Patience is key. My opportunity will arrive when it comes."

Oh. So that was what he meant. "That's not the point," you mumbled under your breath, repressing the sigh threatening to spill out. He wouldn't listen to your warnings anyway, so you decided not to press on it. "You look exhausted, Childe. Are you taking care of yourself?"

"I'm not tired at all," he smoothly denied, expanding his smile even more, as if to try and convince you. "Besides, it's our date night, isn't it? I'm not missing out on something so special just for a nap."

That was right. With how busy both your schedules were, the last time you went out on a date with him was a month ago. It was a miracle when the two of you found an evening where both parties were free. Even so, it was a little worrying. You would rather reschedule than force him to go somewhere when he was in that state. Before you could say anything, he beat the punch, as if he read your mind just then.

"We're going. You can't say no."

"Fine," you sighed, shaking your head with a small smile on the lips. "Ah, shoot. I should get back to the Parlor. Break is already over. It went by too fast." Shoving the rest of the food into your mouth, you swallowed it in one go. There was one last thing to do. On the tip of your toes, you pressed your lips on the side of his face, feeling his smooth skin under. Soft as a baby's. How unfair. "See you tonight?"

He nodded, shooting a quick wink your way. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, comrade."

Chuckling under your breath, you whirled around and left the docks, oblivious to the eyes glued on to your form.

The moment you arrived to the building of your workplace, a certain director was waiting. She had long, brown hair put into two ponytails, with a dark hat sitting on top. Amber eyes showed from beneath her bangs, darting back and forth in wonder. Her fingers continued to tug the sleeves of her dark, traditional coat. It was none other than Hu Tao -- the person you called a boss.

"[Y/N]! You were a minute late!" she said, huffing as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh... sorry," you said, scratching your head.

She picked something up beside her. It was a stack of papers, showcasing calligraphy, which advertised the company. Same old Hu Tao. She never gave a break about it, considering clients were hard to keep. More-so, the woman was the one who typically scared them away, talking about death and whatnot. It sometimes unnerved you too, but it kept things interesting. Hmm... now that you thought about it, you attracted quite the strange bunch of people in life. Strange people often led to strange situations. Strange situations often led to death. Death?! Did your boss somehow brainwash your brain into thinking like her?

Hu Tao dropped the heavy pile upon your arms. "Let's go and find more clients! While we're at it, we'll tape these on some buildings too!" she declared, pumping a fist into the air.

Forced to follow her like a lowly dog, you drooped your head and did as ordered. It was a nightmare having to approach these people, witnessing the terrifying lines Hu Tao would sometimes spit out to them and the horror apparent in these innocent citizens' eyes. Then they'd threaten to call the guards on her, so the two of you would be forced to flee, and the cycle would continue. If not obvious by now, this was your least favorite task of this job, but it wasn't like you could argue with her. If she ended up firing you, you wouldn't know what to do.

Traveling through the city of the Geo Archon, you prepared yourself for the long day ahead.

The sun was setting by the time the two of you began to return to the Parlor. Skies streamed of pink and orange, looking magnificently beautiful. Lights began to illuminate the buildings, coloring the streets with its warm glow. It was growing silent too; the merchants and travelers were beginning to retire to their abodes. This made it much more peaceful and a definite welcoming sight to see. The embarrassment you gone through today made you wish to never see another human being again.

Ah. It was getting near the designated time for the date with Childe. Just as you were about to ask to be dismissed by your boss, the female beside you had let out a groan.

Turning your head to the left, you found Hu Tao sagging to the ground, grasping her head in pain. "Are you okay?" you questioned in panic, shaky hands unsure of what to do.

It was over quickly. She stood up and brushed herself off, clearing her throat. "I have a bad feeling," she said, placing her hand onto your shoulder. You glanced down in bewilderment, confused by her line of actions. "Someone is going to die. Is it you?"

"What--" you blubbered. "That's not funny at all, Hu Tao."

She hummed, placing a finger on her chin in deep thought. "Perhaps it's me."

"Don't say that!" you gasped, shoulders trembling in shock. What the hell was she spewing out?! Maybe you should be used to her tactics at this point, but never had she said something so... so drastic! Why would say she such a thing? How could she say it so casually? She was lying, wasn't she? This couldn't possibly be real!

Her expression was entirely serious. Trailing from your shoulder to your wrist, her tight grip weaved around it. "Come with me. We're going to Wuwang Hill."

You decided to go with her. This was an emergency. The original thought of your date with Childe had been pushed to the back of your mind, entirely forgotten.

The trip to the this place she talked about was longer than expected. Night had fallen across the lands, dim stars twinkling in the distance. It was dark out -- it didn't help that you found yourself in some abandoned woods, where gnarly trees stemmed from the ground. Where did she just take you? Her prophecy about someone's death was beginning to look a bit more convincing. The woods were the perfect spot for a murder scene. You flinched at the sound of a stray owl hooting from somewhere.

The woman finally halted at a mound of dirt, to which she nodded in approval at. She spun around to face you, giving you a thumbs up. "Alright. Just wait here for me. I'll be back in a bit."

"What?! You can't just bring me to this creepy place and ditch me like that! Let me go with you-"

She shook her head, looking stern. "I can't do that. Nothing will happen to you, I promise." Her words were a little hard to believe and did not help to assure you at all.

Despite your futile protests, she ignored them and entered a magical veil. In less than a second, she was gone, leaving you alone in a dark... dark place. Curses ran through your mind and you hugged yourself in paranoia. All was silent, saved for the rustle of leaves blowing against the wind. The moon casted trickles of light past the gaps of trees, the color of it more ghastly than helpful. Broken wood littered the ground, which you assumed were past homes. What happened here? If people used to live here, what happened?

The nape of your neck prickled, the feeling of it slithering down the spine of your back. It sank its fangs into you, ready to spill your blood to fill the soil. Whirling around, you found an empty clearing, with no one there.

Taking a step back, you tripped over a log. Shit! Shutting your eyes, you prepared for the fall. The wind knocked out of you, but before the impact arrived, time had froze to a stand still.

Cold, searing hands were placed on you, burning into your back through the fabrics of your shirt. Eyes opened to see the familiar outline of a person. You yanked away and shoulders lowered. Relief seeped into you, knowing that it wasn't somebody dangerous. He was here to protect you, for he was untouchable, unmatched in skills and strength. Suddenly, you did a double take. "What are you doing here, Childe?"

"I followed you here," he said, a grin never leaving his face. Pearls gleamed, reflecting the moon's glow. His gaze didn't match the smile he had on though; they were overflowing with something. Turmoil. Anger. Desire. "I was going to pick you up from the Parlor as a surprise, but then I saw you leave the city."

"The... date," you mumbled, knitting your brows together. "I'm so sorry...! I can explain."

"Hush," he said, grin stretching ever wider. He snatched a strand of your [h/c] hair, breathing it in deeply, while licking his lips in the process. "There's nothing to explain. You decided your job was more important than me."

"That's not it!"

He ignored your remark, scanning the surroundings with great interest. "This place is pretty dead. There's nothing to kill." Bending down, he picked up a wilting flower, analyzing it with those haunting hues of his. The next second, the flower was crushed in his hand, squeezed so hard it had turned into dust. He blew on it and the specks disappeared into the breeze. "Where's Hu Tao?"

Hu Tao... He had never paid attention to her before. As far as you knew, they had not spoken to each other once. What did he want with her? Your lips parted, but your throat dried. No words came out. You couldn't seem to find your voice.

"Cat caught your tongue?" he sneered, taking a step forward. His question was repeated, a little harsher on the edge. "Where's Hu Tao?"

"I'm back!"

Speak of the devil. The brunette had appeared out from the burrow yet again. Childe whipped around at the voice, a crazed excitement flashing past him. You wanted to scream at the girl to get out of here immediately, but your mouth would not move. Although, why? Childe was your boyfriend, was he not? What was this fear that threatened to suffocate your every being?

The tall man went over to the director, who had stopped in her tracks. "So this is it," she breathed out, her gaze locking in with the red head. "Balance has been shaken because of you, Harbringer."

"Does it look like I give a damn about your words?" he said, barking out a chilling laugh. "Please do at least give a nice challenge for a fight. I've been bored all day."

"I have no choice, do I?" she said, slowly unsheathing her polearm.

"No! Stop it! Leave her alone." you yelled out, running out to the battlefield.

He pushed you back, sending you sprawling to the ground. "Stay there." You tried to get up, but by then, it was too late.

Blue and red visions gleamed in the dark and in a biting realization, you knew who was instantly at a disadvantage. Childe had taken out his blades as well, water forming from them. The two figures ran at each other in great speed, weapons clashing and clanging. Every time Hu Tao tried to hit him, it was easily met by the other, the fire dissolving at the taste of water. Steam arose in the air, fogging the air around. "At this point, I won't even need to go into the other form. You're weak," Childe taunted.

"And you're hurting [Y/N] with your selfish deeds," his opponent quipped. Fury blossomed in the depths of his heart at the sound of this. He was going to go easy before, to keep the fight going for longer, but it was running out. Hitting her polearm with his entire strength, he knocked the long stick from her hands.

He grabbed her by her neck, squeezing it. Her legs were lifted from the ground, eyes bulging and her hands desperately trying to scratch the iron grip of his. She wheezed out in pain, the sound of it raw and scratchy. "Stop! Stop it, dammit!" you cried, crawling over to the scene. He ignored you, dropping the ragged body of the woman down. She was still alive, but barely.

Just as you were about to reach her, Childe had kneeled down and plunged the recently dropped polearm straight down into her chest. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Blood splattered upon his face, where a sick smile took place. Sticky substance landed on yours, the intense iron smell making your stomach turn. The woman's eyes which used to gleam of life had faded, though they were still wide in horror for the upending doom.

You couldn't even process it or grieve.

His bloodlust eyes turned on you, crimson splatters oozing down like drying paint. Wiping a spot from his cheek, he sucked his thumb and smiled, looking too happy -- looking too normal for someone with blood on their face. You reeled back, uneven breaths breaking the uncanny silence.

"[Y/N]."

You couldn't answer. You didn't have an answer. This wasn't your boyfriend anymore. He was a stranger. A murderer.

"[Y/N]."

Nails dug into the dirt and you dared scooted yourself back.

"Why do you look scared?"

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. He was pouting, jutting his bottom lip out childishly. How could he say that with his hand still on the polearm used to kill someone? Stop it.

"I won't hurt you. I will never hurt you."

"Leave... me... alone..." Your voice cracked and it shook with every syllable. With the last bit of your strength, you heaved yourself up and began to run like your life depended on it. And it did.

You barely last a few seconds. Yanked back roughly by your shoulder, he held you, claws digging into the side of your torso. His head lowered and hot breath tickled your ear lobes as he whispered.

"I will never leave you. One day, I will conquer the world. So I need you by my side. Forever."

His blue eyes were no longer blue. They were purple, the color of poison.

A/N: PLEASE the way childes banner is coming very very soon but i be writing this-

If youre pulling for him, good luck! We're getting our bastard man babes :D

[oh-boy-me]

Casual Outfits Discussed

@themarchinghare Ok >:3c

These hot takes analyses and opinions are based entirely on the concept art of the demon brothers’ casual outfits.  So any in-game features not present in the concept art aren’t discussed.  We’re looking at the outfit as a whole, but occasionally we do talk about individual features.

Also please don’t take this seriously, we just had a lot of fun shitting on the Seven Power Avatars of Sin, Rulers of Hell Itself™’s questionable fashion sense.  I would still die for these boys, terrible taste in shoes or not.

Participants in the discussion were

Jo ( @jodaneko ), my roommate and an art major with storyboarding and character design experience

Justin ( @justinlester0629​ ), my go-to fashion expert for at least a decade and very possibly a future male model

Noodle (Me), untrained eye and resident fashion decade disregarder

With the exception of a few choice quotes, our thoughts and conclusions are all mixed in with each other.  Quotes are mildly paraphrased.

Lucifer:

The colors are good; the blacks and grays are all in the blue-gray family, and there’s a pop of color with the gold belt and red vest.

But he paired a black suit with brown shoes????  SIN

“You should always match your belt with your shoes and those shoes are not gold.” —Justin

Justin on the coat: “I love it, the pattern of the inner lining is throwing me off but it’s not bad, and the fur is perfect because it’s associated with power.”

Me on the coat: “I don’t know about you but I bet that coat looks dumb as shit if you put your sleeves through it.”

WITHOUT the coat though his cuffs scream “I am dealing for blackjack and rolling craps.”  Lucifer looks like he could walk into and out of a casino whenever he pleases and everyone would assume he works there.

“Dress shirts don’t work like that.  He got a size too big.” —Jo

The belt isn’t doing anything functionally, but it’s very important because it balances things out from being too top-heavy.

Out of the belt, shirt cuffs, and coat cuffs, two of them should have matched.

We’re nitpicking because in general it’s a good design.  Lucifer has no taste in shoes but that aside is capable of dressing himself.

Mammon:

“That’s western Danny Phantom if I’ve ever seen it.” —Justin

Very nice coat 10/10 would wear.

The colors are odd, he mixes black and brown too, but the other colors mixed in makes it work in a cute way.

“The only things that clash are the shirt and jeans, he could replace the gray shirt with either a black one or a lighter one to match the boots.” —Justin

He’s got a cat toy on his belt.  I admire his preparedness for feline encounters.

The cat toy also balances out his rings nicely, since the toy is on his left hip and the rings are on his right hand.

The yellows in the shades, belt, and cat toy are placed very nicely and are the best part of the outfit.

Honestly except for the shirt color and the fact that fur-lined boots are out of style we don’t have much bad to say about his design.  Mammon’s casual outfit lives up to his model career.

Leviathan:

“Ugh, god.” —Justin

The headphones don’t match with anything, and ever color he’s wearing is so bright they REALLY don’t match.

Headphones aside he chose ok colors to supersaturate, but also like, supersaturation is very very loud.

It kind of looks like he bought two different tracksuits and forgot they were two different outfits.

The pants don’t match themselves.

“He color coordinated his pant cuffs and his shirt and thinks it makes it ok.” —Jo

The jacket itself is nice, the pins are really good and I appreciate that they’re opposite the stripes in his shirt.

Justin hates the gray stripe though because it looks like either part of the jacket or a girl scout sash.

“That shirt should not be collared.” —Jo

“The shoes look like what Kanye West would design but if they were sold on Wish.” —Justin

It’s kind of just… he took the RGB color wheel and went with it.  It’s just loud.  If he just changed some colors he’d be fine.  Leviathan please I have hope for you.

Satan:

“He looks like a gay prep school person.” —Justin

Satan wore 100 shades of green and said “yes this is peak fashion.”  And you know what, it objectively sucks but I’m kind of living for it?

Rip off jeans that can’t actually be ripped off because of the VERY stylish belt?  Iconic.

Green deep v-neck sweater over a gradient t-shirt and a jacket with the sleeves too short, this man only shops at Goodwill.

The one-shoulder jacket look gives the outfit some personality and I’m really glad he isn’t wearing it properly because looking at it alone I wouldn’t be caught dead in that jacket.

“While good for the design, it’s a mix between business and athletic and I’m not sure how I feel about that.” —Jo

(Jo also said some jackets are designed with sleeves like that but with the color choices it’s just… not good.  Justin pointed out that the sweater and jacket do match though.)

The chocolate loafer-style shoes take away from the rest of the outfit.

“Any other shade of green besides Crayola green would have been better for his nails.” —Justin

Listen it’s so bad it’s good, Satan’s fashion sense is “blue-green.”  We basically ripped into it the whole time but I’m pretty sure it was the universal favorite.

Asmodeus:

“Just from the back he looks like a cool dude and then the front of him screams douche.” —Jo

Asmo’s outfit is actually ok, but he has one fatal flaw: If he takes off his jacket it’s way too plain, but with the jacket it’s kind of too much.

It’s also kind of confusing, because it looks both casual and formal from different angles.  “I’m not sure I like the cut in the front with the t-shirt showing underneath.” —Justin

The shirt is nice but a color that contrasted his skin more would have been nice.

The pants are killer, and the white stitching matches the jacket really well.

The gold accents on the jacket are also good and would match the belt really nicely if the belt wasn’t some ugly mustard color.

This boy is wearing mustard belt and ketchup pants.

Inoffensive shoes which is really the best I can ask for with these boys.

“The scarf.  I like it, but I’m not sure how I feel about it because there’s just so much going on with both it and the jacket.” —Justin

“That’s not a scarf, it’s too long.  It’s like.  A really long strip of cloth.” —Jo

Anyway all in all there’s a little much going on in the front but it’s one of the better looks, good job Asmo.

Beelzebub:

Justin looked at the picture and immediately put his phone down.

“First impression is he looks like Naruto if he got his head lodged in Doritos.” —Justin

“He looks like he’s the carpet of the arcade portion of a skating rink.” —Jo

“He shouldn’t be wearing orange tones.” —Justin

Legitimately we were at a loss for words for a considerable time.  We just kept staring at it.

To start he’s got a lot going on but it feels like he looked in the mirror before leaving his room.  Not saying he did the best job but at least he looked at himself.

The jacket alone is great, but why is it fur-lined?  It throws off the urban design.

But finally some good fucking shirt.  We have mixed opinions on the triangles (I like them, Justin doesn’t but appreciates that the pattern continues on the back) but all like the cut.

Living for the necklace-bracelet combo.

Jo says the biggest problem is that there’s color-matching but in weird places and not enough of it.

Jo hates the pink belt and Justin hates the green suspenders; we concluded that one of them should have been excluded.

His choice in sneakers is not as bad as Levi’s but still not very good.  The laces shouldn’t be green.

This sounds like a lot of complaining but if he cleaned up the belts and ditched the fur it’d be a fine look.

Belphegor:

“Oh shit oh god.” —Justin

“The top half is for sleeping and the bottom half is for riding.” —Jo

Absolutely disgusting, mustard yellow pants tucked into brown lace-up combat boots?  Disgusting.

The shoes alone are nice but the mustard pants don’t work at all.  There’s no cutoff between blue and mustard.

Also he has really broad shoulders, just noticed that looking at this.  That has nothing to do with this but it does affect how his cardigan sits on him.

I personally would wear that cardigan, a hooded cardigan?  Everything I’ve ever wanted.

Justin pointed out that the button lining is weird, and the inside is a weird contrast with the pocket.  He’s right, but I think it’s an endearing mess.

Why do I look at him and feel like he needs to do laundry?  I think it’s the t-shirt.  It would have been better as a collared shirt, taking the hood off the cardigan in return.

You can’t convince me the avatar of sloth laces those boots every day, he sleeps with his shoes on and that’s a worse sin than sloth.

“The pillow’s not part of the outfit?  Oh thank god.” —Justin

Jo said we were being too mean and that it’s not the worst outfit out there, and from the waist up they’re right.

But damn Belphegor the condiment war called and they want the bottom half of their uniform back.

[soulwillower]

secret • stanley uris

(stanley uris x reader)

requested: someone a while back asked for some stan fluff but i can't find it im v sorry <33 but this ones 4 u nonny

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of it, fluff, laying in roads, super unedited

[losers and reader are 16+ in this.]

2.9k words

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"oh, man." mike mumbles as he wiggles himself comfortably in bill's guest bed, making you snort quietly. "it's cold in here."

you nod, sighing. "you're right. i'll go get you a blanket, okay?" you state, hearing but not comprehending the drunken mumbles that leave mike's mouth as you walk to the hallway closet.

you'd spent yet another night out with your friends, this time finding yourselves at a house party thrown by some kid that was in your class; it had been a fun night, but now you and stan were the only sober ones and have to get all the others into bed, which was no easy feat. you're extremely relieved that stan volunteered to get richie into bed, because you know you don't have the patience for him right now, especially after he'd spent all night drunkenly ranting about how bad you had it for stan.

it started at about 3-drinks-in richie, bounding up to you like an excited puppy and asking when the wedding was. you'd rolled your eyes and told him to shut up but it's richie, so he never does. and then there was five-drinks-in richie telling you to confess to stan, shoving you towards the curly haired boy who caught you with ease and grace, rolling his eyes at richie and offering to get you something to drink. then there was six-drinks-in richie telling you that stan had a secret he's kept from you but refusing to elaborate on it and making you want to punch the trashmouth in the face.

you're glad you don't have to deal with him now, because you may explode if you have to hear him try and help you with the whole stan situation one more time. because you're a grown up, and you can handle it all on your own.

yeah.

it's quiet as you lay your eyes on the blanket on the top shelf, straining to reach it as a door shuts down the hall. you huff as you jump up, reaching with your hand stretched and yet still missing the blanket, grasping at air.

then suddenly, a hand is on your waist and you can smell and feel stan as he presses up behind you, reaching up to grab the blanket with ease and pulling it down for you. you roll your eyes and try not to think about how close he is to you as you spin around, his hand slowly falling from its resting point on your hips. "here you go, shortcake." he says with a lopsided smirk, his eyes warm as he grins at the look on your face. "never, ever call me that again. you sound like richie." you say with a little eye roll because he's such a tease.

he huffs a laugh, tilting his head back and clutching his chest like that was a huge blow to the heart and you hide your lovesick smile. "thanks, though." you add on, and stan's smile widens.

"richie's finally down." he says quietly as he follows you into the room where mike's already asleep, curled on his side like a small cat. you laugh a bit as you spread the blanket over his sleeping form, "you say that like he's a toddler."

stan laughs warmly, flipping off the lights as you and him exit the room, making your way down the stairs. "is he not?" stan says through a yawn. you smirk at the floor, shaking your head as the house finally falls completely silent, all five of your drunk friends having been safely put down to bed.

"you ready, y/n/n?" stan asks, holding the door open for you and looking perfect in his sweater and curly hair. you sigh, almost lovesick, as you follow him out into the street.

as the two of you walk towards your house from bill's, you bring up something that richie had imprinted in your mind earlier, after the fifth vodka-soda.

"so richie said you have a secret." you say with a teasing smile. stan looks at you, his trademark stoic look melting into one of alarm. "did he?" stan asks, voice barely shaky.

"yes, but he didn't get around to telling me what it is. is it..." you pretend to think. "a third nipple? a secret sibling we had no idea about?" you gasp, "stan, are you a flat-earther?"

he laughs, his smile brilliant enough to light up the dark night. it makes you warm even in the cold air of october. "no." he says simply, making no other attempt to elaborate.

"well what is it, then?" you ask, smiling at him and feeling your fingertips tingle. his skin is pale in the lamplight, the sharp cold air nipping at his face and leaving his cheeks and nose a bit red, his hair rustling in the breeze. your heart hurts; he looks devastatingly beautiful.

“if i tell you, then it wouldn’t be a secret.” he says, a small grin on his face as his eyes his the dreary skyline, the light breeze catching you off guard and making you shiver. you roll your eyes good-naturedly as you shove him a bit and he stumbles out onto the street. he laughs and your heart does a somersault.

"that's so lame, stan! please, tell me? i promise i won't tell anyone." you insist, grabbing his outstretched hands as he pulls you with him towards the middle of the abandoned, empty street. the night is deadly quiet around you and it makes his sharp laugh even more startling, as if you've just been woken up from a daydream.

"everybody else already knows, y/n/n." stan says, lifting a brow, as if in challenge. his cheeks are slightly pink from the cold air and you huff, a short puff of condensed air pluming out towards him and dissolving moments after.

"how can you lie to your best friend like this, then?" you ask, the joke suddenly slightly offending you, but your smile covering up your stinging heart. stan, though, suddenly looks down at your combined hands with furrowed brows, pulling you slightly towards him. you stumble a bit to catch your balance at your sudden proximity to the boy.

"what?" you ask, turning your palms upwards to see if there was something on them that made him react so oddly. he looks to you, his eyes soft and "your hands are so soft."

you stare at him blankly, lifting a brow. he must think you're dumb. "you're not going to distract me, uris. i'll get it out of you." you say, pulling one hand from his warm grip to point at his chest.

you have to distract yourself from the hurricane of butterflies erupting in your chest because of stan's words, his hands in yours, and the fact that you're alone with him in the middle of the night.

your words make him grin at you, a smile that yet again makes flowers of affection blossom in your chest as he softly grabs the hand you have pointed against his chest. he smirks, confirming your suspicion that he was just trying to distract you.

"whatever, let's go, y/n." he says, tugging you lightly, but your feet stay planted against the damp pavement of the middle of the road as you hold your ground. "no, i'm staying here until you tell me." you grumble, smiling at him innocently as he gapes at you.

"my god. are you five?" he asks in his trademark timbre, a smile giving away his actual amusement. you cross your arms and plop onto the pavement in the middle of the road, the ground slightly cold against your back as you lay down, head falling onto the yellow paint divider. stan looks heavenly even from this angle as he stares down at you, curls swaying as he moves to shake his head at you, biting his lip to hold back what you know would be a small giggle.

"you are five." he mutters. you want to kiss him.

you want to kiss him so bad right now. but instead, knowing it'd destroy your friendship, you cross your arms and stare up at him from the road. "no i'm not, i'm just mad my best friend doesn't trust me enough to tell me his secrets."

of course, you know if it's something he doesn't want you to know, you won't actually push him - you would understand. but he's teasing you; you can tell he'll tell you, but not before a bit of playful prodding. and you really, really want to know.

"the stuff i do for you, y/l/n." he grumbles, and your stomach does flips as he lowers himself to lay on the pavement next to you, staring up at the onyx sky.

it's silent for a few moments as neither of you move or speak, entranced as the night seems to swallow you whole, coating you in a blanket of dark blue and speckles of bright, distant stars as the only person in the universe lies next to you, tapping his fingers in a neat 1, 2, 3 pattern.

"so you're really not going to tell me?" you ask softly, your voice cutting through the silence of the autumn night. you shiver again, and he shifts slightly so that you can feel his body warmth so close to you, yet not touching.

he sighs, "you're not going to like it as much as you think you will."

you frown, looking over at him and propping yourself up on one elbow. "what's that supposed to mean?" he shakes his head but doesn't add anything, prompting you to  lay flat again, eyes up towards the stars.

"you know i don't like saying things before trying them first."

your heart thumps and you shrug, still not looking at him. "then try it first, stan. you know i'll wait until you're ready. but i'll be laying here in the middle of the street until you do."

he chuckles softly but you can hear the anxiety in his voice, "i think that's not the best idea, y/n. it involves you."

your heart beat quickens, and you hope this is going where you wish it is. "stan. there's not much that i can think of that you could do to me that i wouldn't want." you say, immediately stumbling to re-explain those words, embarrassed at how they sounded. "-er, you know. l-like, it'll take a lot for me to dislike you. you're not going to stab me, are you?"

he laughs again and you smile. "of course not, you dumbass." he says. you sigh quietly, "i promise i won't get mad."

"are you sure, y/n?" he sounds so nervous, you turn to look at him with a concerned look. "of course, stan. i trust you with my life. that's why i'm laying in the middle of a road with you at three in the morning." you say honestly. his cheeks dust a pink color and it makes you happy.

"wh - okay, but this situation is your fault and we're here because of you, not me, so that doesn't really make sense because you're trusting yourself because this was your idea-" he stars with an eye roll and you shove his shoulder lightly, making him break off his sentence with a slight chuckle.

"okay, fine. just- close your eyes." he says. faithfully, you close your eyes and wait for further instruction, your heart pounding in your chest.

its a few moments of excruciating nothingness, just you in a dark abyss on the cold hard ground, the boy beside you shifting and breathing shakily. you're about to ask if he left you but then suddenly you're feeling cold lips against yours and your heart is bursting, eyes shutting quickly as you press against him. 

he's pulling away before you even have time to appreciate the taste of stan's lips on yours and he's staring at you, nervous and wide-eyed when you look up at him.

but then you reach to him and pull him to your lips again, this time kissing him deeply and conveying everything that you can’t say. he kisses back with so much passion that you loose your breath, his hand caressing your side and making you sigh lightly.

his lips are soft against yours and his tongue slides into your mouth, making your stomach pool with butterflies and excitement. but then, he breaks the kiss and leans away a bit, causing you to whine, your hand tightening around his neck.

"please don't pull away yet," you whisper against his lips selfishly. he lets out a small puff from his lips and it goes right against your own, reminding you yet again of your proximity and the weight of his body against yours on the cold, hard pavement. 

"we're in the middle of the street." he says, ever the thinker. "and now you know the secret, so you can get up." he adds smugly, making you roll your eyes and pull him back towards your lips.

he falls back against you easily, his lips slotting against yours as if he's been doing it his whole life. his hand slowly moves from where he balances over you to caress your cheek as his tongue swipes against your lips. you open your mouth slightly but he then pulls back again, this time further away and you huff.

you're ripped from your senses as a car engine sputters by at the intersection a few hundred feet away from you and stan jolts back, standing up quickly as he clears his throat. 

he pulls you upright after, and the two of you smile at each other, stan mumbling, "told you, that's not safe."

you smile at the ground. "maybe i should start listening to your advice, huh?" you tease him. he chuckles, reaching his hands out so they fall onto your hips and squeeze gently. you look up at him, cheeks feeling extremely warm, and he bites his lip through his smile. 

“i really, really like you y/n.” he says honestly, and your stomach flips itself in butterflies. you smile hugs as you lay your hands around his neck, stepping closer, “i like you more.” you say gently. 

he shakes his head and kisses you on the nose, making you want to melt with affection. “not possible.” he argues, pulling you against him as he kisses you once more, his mouth warm and inviting, causing you to sigh. 

and even in the middle of the road at three in the morning on a freezing cold night, when stan tightens his grip on you, you know you’re where you’re supposed to be. 

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“Caught” Part Four {Shouta Aizawa}  [FINAL PART + 200 Follower milestone!!]

A/N: So I got a little carried away with it, but I honestly love how it turned out. I would like to personally thank Prisim [ @royal-after-dark​ ], Cece, and Allie [ @queensynderella​ ] for giving me pointers and suggestions, if it wasn’t for you guys, I would still be stuck on this!. Either way, I hope you guys liked the route that I took. <3 

**Side note: I’m working on using mainly last names, as you’ve noticed I’ve used both in this piece but I intend to try and starting doing it the other way unless Reader is close to them. 

Word count: 8,041

Warnings: Smut, Teacher kink, angst, mentions of alcohol, awkward grinding?

You felt like shit, you were so glad you didn’t have to go to classes today.. The only good outcome of all of this was that you were able to make a friend. You had texted Eijiro last night and you two stayed up pretty late just talking and exchanging funny photos, probably why you were so sluggish. Sitting up in your bed, your eyes would read over the messages sent, a tired chuckle emitting from your lips that slowly curled into a smile. Thankfully, those were the only messages you saw, none from Shouta. In the back of your mind, it kind of hurt- But you couldn’t blame him, you ignored him all day yesterday. 

Getting out of bed, you would let out a stretched yawn and go to your closet, since you had the day to yourself, you figured it would be best to at least get out for a while. Despite making a friend, the whole Aizawa situation was still very much implanted in your head, it made you feel like a high school girl all over again, pining for your teacher that made it VERY clear he wanted nothing like that with you. 

Slipping on a black pleated skirt with some black tights, you’d finish the outfit with a simple black V-neck shirt, showing your cleavage in a classy way. You honestly didn’t know why you were getting so dressed up, probably because you just simply wanted to feel better. Sitting at your vanity you would do some intricate makeup and sigh “Why am I doing this” you’d mutter to yourself, you looked great- but you still had nothing to do. As you brushed out your hair, you would pick up your phone and eye Eijiro’s number, would it be too forward to see if him and Bakugo wanted to hang out?

Biting your lip, you would take the chance and shoot him a quick text- Seeing him and Katsuki would like to meet you at your favorite cafe. Tucking your phone into the pocket of the skirt, you would wander out of your room and into the bathroom for deodorant and a quick teeth brush. It wasn’t until you were heading into your living room area when your phone would buzz. Pulling it out, your face would light up in a soft smile. 

Eijiro Kirishima: That sounds great! We’ll be leaving here in just a moment! 

You would let out a soft sigh of relief to see that your advances for friendship didn’t scare him off. Kicking on your creepers, you would snatch your bag from the counter and leave the apartment. 

To your surprise, Eijiro and Katsuki would have beaten you there, already sitting near the window and talking among themselves. You would smile to see Katsuki was slightly more relaxed. 

Entering the shop, Eijiro would happily wave you down, and you would walk over and sit in between them. Katsuki would simply grunt out a hello and Eijiro would pat your shoulder “How are you feeling today?” he asked cheerfully, which caused you to shrug “Still fresh, but I’m making it I suppose” you would say with a light smile. 

You three would idly chat and sip some coffee, Katsuki would occasionally yell profanities at you, but you knew it was just him. “So” Eijiro said with a smile “I don’t know if you remember Kaminari, but he’s having a party. His birthday was a few days ago and of course wants to be the center of attention- Would that be something that interests you?” he asked with a head tilt.

Looking down some, you would ponder- You remembered Denki Kaminari very well, he was always the life of the class, and a bit of a pervert- but hey, he was a high school boy. “That sounds cool, but I never really got acquainted with him” you’d say with a light frown. Kiri would wave his hand dismissively “Oh pshh, As long as you wish him a happy birthday he’ll be glowing. Come on, Y/N, come with us! We want you to come, right babe?” he asked, looking towards Bakugo who was more occupied with the muffin in his hand. Glancing up, he would shoot you a death glare before softening a bit “Yeah, it’d be cool or whatever” he ruffed. 

You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your lips, you weren’t one tease- But you’d say that Bakugo was definitely okay with you hanging around them. “Well, I suppose it would be fun.. I’ll do it” you said with a grin. Eijiro smacked his knee and huffed out a happy sigh “That’s great! If you would have said no, Katsuki would have no problem dragging you” he joked, but it still caused a blush to paint the top of your cheeks. 

Eijiro was quick to shoot Kaminari a text “Wow, this is going to be like a whole 1A reunion” he said with a smile. That kind of put a pit in your stomach, Shouta wouldn’t be invited right? It was probably just the students.. Trying to calm those thoughts in your head you would pull out your own phone “wanna send me the address?” you ask quietly before Kiri waved his hand at you “No need! We’ll come pick you up” he said with a bright smile “Just make sure you’re ready by nine pm sharp” he said before looking at Bakugo who was idly staring out the window “Ready babe?” Eijiro asked, which made the blonde snap out of thoughts and stand up “Finally” he grunted, taking his boyfriend by the hand. 

Waving a quiet goodbye to them, you would slump into your seat and take another drink of your coffee, the thought of a party was definitely nice, but the subtle fear of Shouta being there almost wanted you to make some kind of excuse not to go. You really didn’t want to, you just started making friends, you didn’t want to ruin that because of your own paranoia. 

Finally standing up, you grab your bag and coffee before heading out. You had quite a bit of time to kill before the party so you figured you could get some school work done and maybe re apply your makeup. After all, you wanted to make a good impression on your old classmates, it could be a huge opportunity to possibly make a few more friends. You kind of felt bad that you didn’t before, Eijiro was so great- who else was as nice as him that you just never gave the chance. It wasn’t your fault though, back in high school and even now you always had socialization issues. 

Shouta was idly typing away on his laptop at home, trying to get some work done before he napped. As the male read over essays, he would raise a brow when his computer chimed, indicating he had an email. The male would stifle a yawn before opening up a new tab and starting to read. It was from Denki Kaminari, one of his old students. Rubbing his chin, he would study the email closely. The writing stated that it was his birthday a few days ago and they were going to celebrate that, and also that it would be really cool to have a little reunion, and it wouldn’t be that unless their awesome teacher attended. 

Hitting reply, he was going to decline- But then it hit him.. If it was a reunion, then surely you’d be there right? He fought with his thoughts for a moment.. Would it be a good idea? 

Quickly typing that he would attend, he would close the laptop and run a hand through his locks. At this point he didn’t care what was right or wrong, he needed to see you, needed to make things okay between the two of you.

Once nine came around, you were sitting in your living room fumbling with your fingers. You were pretty nervous, but hey.. At least you looked great. You had wiped off your makeup and did a whole different look. You also changed your shirt into a tank top, something to hug your curves and show off a little more, why? Because you were so sick of being a wallflower. You were going to stand out tonight and make friends!

Your phone buzzing snapped you from your thoughts and you would pick it up to see that Eijiro and Katsuki were waiting outside for you. Standing up quickly, you would sling your purse around your shoulder and shove your phone in there before zipping it up and rushing out. 

As you closed the door to your complex, Eijiro would honk his horn and wave “Over here, cutie! Let’s go” he cheered out while Katsuki sat on the passenger side with his arms crossed. 

Hopping over, you would slide into the backseat and Eijiro would turn around, eyeing you up and down “Wow, Y/N.. You look really. Sexy” he breathed, the cheerful smile still painted on his face. Katsuki would growl out and snap his head to the side, bending over to look behind the seat. You could tell he was about to say something rude, but his eyes went right to your perky breasts. 

Turning the color of Eijiro’s hair, he would huff “Y-Yeah.. You might look good, but don’t forget you’re just a fucking extra” he grunted out, quickly averting his eyes and sitting in his seat. Eijiro would chuckle and you would soon follow. A compliment.. Kind of? 

“Thanks, both of you.. I really wanted to stand out tonight, and thanks again for inviting me” you would say in a soft tone. “Ah shush, we wanted you to come!” Eijiro would muse before finally pulling out of the spot and heading towards their destination. Leaning back in your seat, you couldn’t fight your smile that didn’t seem to want to leave your face. It felt good to be seen. 

When they pulled up to the house, there were students still filtering in. You recognized most of them, but the question was.. Would they recognize you? Getting out, you would smooth out your skirt. Katsuki would get out with a huff and Eijiro would practically jump out, very ready to party. “Let’s go!” he chimed out, the beat of the music reaching all the way to the car. Eijiro would grab Katsuki by the hand and surprisingly, he would do the same to you. With him in the middle, he would yank the both of you towards the home. 

As soon as you guys entered the house, a blast of heat from the number of bodies would wash over you. Immediately the two males were greeted by multiple people. Standing behind Eijiro as everyone exchanged hugs, you would feel a tight embrace. Blinking frantically, the stranger would lift you up and swirl you around. Once you were set down, you would look up through your lashes to see Tenya Iida “My goodness , Y/N! I wasn’t expecting to see you here!” he boomed with a large smile on his face. Blinking a few more times, you would give him a shy smile “I-I didn’t think you’d remember my name” you’d say sheepishly.

Tenya would let out a loud laugh “What kind of president would I be if I didn’t remember the names of my classmates!” he said, patting your shoulder warmly. 

Before you could answer, another hug would swarm in. Letting out a gasp as the mystery person seemed to squeeze the life out of you, you’d finally see Denki Kaminari “Y/N! I tried to invite you personally but no one had your number, I was so thankful that Kiri had your number” he said with a bright smile. You felt like you were going to cry, but for once.. It was happy tears, here you thought that no one would know who you were, but everyone seemed to remember you “Happy birthday” you’d say shyly, earning a laugh from Kaminari “thanks! Don’t just stand there, come on” he said quickly hooking his arm around yours and pulling you further inside. 

Turning your head, you would see Kirishima and Bakugo stay back to talk to Iida for a moment, Mina slowly walking up to greet them. 

“Let’s get you a drink, we can’t have anyone being too shy now” Kaminari mused before grabbing a red solo cup and starting to mix you a drink. You would laugh nervously before rubbing the back of your neck, you still couldn’t get rid of the warmth inside you upon discovering your classmates actually knew who you were. 

Your thoughts were cut off by Kaminari holding the cup to your face “Here you go!” he chimed. Taking the cup from his hands you would take a sip and immediately make a face of disgust “Jesus.. This is so strong” you’d mutter “Duh! That’s how it’s supposed to be” he yelled over the music. 

A dry, unpracticed chuckle would come up from your throat as you attempted to get used to the strong taste of alcohol flooding your senses. Kaminari would pat your back with a snort before pointing over across the room “Ooh! Uraraka is here! I’ll be back” he said quickly, leaving you alone at the table. 

Tapping the side of your cup, you would look around. Everyone was chatting with someone, and you were here.. Being the wallflower you swore you wouldn’t be. Letting out a sigh, you would bring the cup to your lips and chug it down, resisting the urge to cough it back up. 

The contents in the cup were soon gone and you found the room already spinning. Letting out a sigh, you would hold your stomach.. Maybe that wasn’t such a great idea. Licking your lips and setting the cup down, you would find a group that wasn’t too occupied. It wasn’t long before your eyes fell upon a messy head of green hair “Midoriya” you muttered, you remembered him being very friendly, so that couldn’t go wrong could it? 

Pushing yourself off of the wall, you would walk straight towards him and offer a smile “Hello, Midoriya” you’d say bowing your head to him. Izuku would glance over and his eyes would go wide “Y-Y/N? Woah! I didn’t think I’d see you here” he muttered out shyly before opening his arms. Unlike Iida and Kaminari, Midoriya would hug onto you gently, patting your back softly “How have you been?” he asked as he pulled away. 

Licking your lips again, you would give off a slight shrug “Oh, you know.. Just college, college.., and more college” you said with a soft chuckle. Midoriya would nod with a friendly smile “I understand that, I’ve been cramming for an exam I have next week, thought this would be a nice break- It’s great seeing everyone again” he said shoving his hands into his pockets. You would nod in agreement, blinking your eyes a few times.

You knew now that it was definitely a bad idea that you chugged that drink. Not only did you have a severely shitty alcohol tolerance, but it was probably even worse now since you barely drank in the first place! 

“Y/N, you okay?” Midoriya asked with concern “Oh, um.. Yeah, I’m fine” you said with a giggle, turning a slight shade of rose. Before the male could offer you a bottle of water or something, Kirishima would quickly wrap an arm around you “There you are! Oh, hey Midoriya!” Eijiro said, tipping his cup to the other. Izuku would nod a hello and offer a smile. “Look at you, did you already start drinking without me? No fair!” Eijiro chimed out before turning you around and leading you back to the table.

Shaking your head some you would hold up your hands “I-I don’t think I need anymore alcohol, Kaminari made sure I got a good intake” you would say with a hiccup, your words slightly slurring. 

Grabbing two more glasses, Kirishima would look over at you “Come on, just one shot with me- To celebrate you coming tonight! I promise I won’t bug you to drink anymore and I’ll watch you to make sure you don’t do anything foolish” he said with a pout. 

Rolling your eyes, you would grab the cup and hold it out while he poured a portion-able shot of vodka inside. Capping the bottle, he would pick up his own cup and tap it against yours “To my manliness- and your amazing looks” he said before tipping the glass to his mouth. You would quickly do the same and make the same face as disgust as before. 

“What a face” Kiri commented with a chuckle, using his thumb to wipe some vodka that had dribbled down your lip. The tips of your ears would flush as the song would shift, upbeat, techno, perfect for dancing and Kirishima caught onto that quickly “That’s what you need, you need to dance!” he chimed. Quickly lifting your hands, you would quickly shake them “No, no.. I don’t dance” you claimed. Kirishima would stare at you for a moment before pouting “Would you dance if it was Bakugo?” he asked with a smirk. 

Raising a brow you would tilt your head “W-What is that supposed to mean?” you muttered out. Kiri rubbed the back of his neck “You both seem to not be having a good time is all” he said holding up a hand and dashing through the crowd, he was back as soon as he disappeared but his time he had Bakugo in hand, chugging down a beer. “You two, go dance” he urged, which made both of you glance at each other “What are you trying to do, shitty hair” he grunted with a soft slur. 

Kirishima would roll his eyes and lean towards his boyfriend, whispering something that made the blonde flush “S-Stupid dumb ass” he growled before setting his bottle down and grabbing your wrist “W- huh?” you’d mutter out with a slur. 

As you two got swallowed in the crowd, he would growl out “That idiot doesn’t listen, can’t you see that?” he huffed, his free hand taking your other wrist and resting both of them on his shoulders. You would look around shyly to see that other classes were arriving too, Shinso in particular was someone you noticed right away, chatting with Kaminari on the side lines. Your attention snapped back to Bakugo when his hands traveled to your waist “Don’t say one fucking word, you hear me dumb ass?” he hissed. 

You immediately closed your lips into a tight line as Bakugo pulled you close to press up against him, the tips of his ears growing red. “Y-You don’t have to do this, you know.. I know I’m awkward, but I can manage” you muttered, trying not to keep the male there if he didn’t want to be. 

Bakugo was quick to let out a grunt before one of the hands that rested diligently on your hip moved to the small of your back “If I didn’t want to be here, I would have told shitty hair to fuck off” he barked, causing you to flinch. With the way he was swaying you around, the alcohol seemed to be mixing further into your system, causing you to lean your weight onto him “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he muttered out, hooking his arm further around you to make sure you didn’t slip and fall onto the floor. 

“Mn..” you groaned quietly, which made Bakugo scoff “You’re trashed” he slurred. Looking up at him through your lashes, you would giggle out “So are you” you noted, which actually roused a smile from the angry male. You two went quiet as you awkwardly ground on each other, to anyone else you two looked like two young adults just having the time of their lives, but in reality, both of you were quiet and simply moving to the beat, not quite sure on what to say to one another. 

You didn’t know if it was a curse or a blessing when Kirishima hopped over and leaned in between you two “Mind if I cut in? I think I’ve tortured you enough” he said to you with a soft smile, helping you stand “You want to go over there?” he asked, nodding his head to the couch where Midoriya and Iida sat. Shaking your head, you would lightly pull yourself from his grasp “I got it” you slurred “You two enjoy yourselves” you said with a drunken smile, sauntering off back to the table in hopes you’d find some water. 

Pushing through people, your sights would be on the refreshments, but your feet wanted to betray you. You found yourself stumbling into people and drunkenly muttering sorry every five seconds. 

You had just made it to the table when you were soon to realize that the other bodies were what was helping you keep your balance. Falling forward, you would quickly feel an arm around your waist, quickly pulling you up to stand up straight. You would mutter a drunk thank you but the arm didn’t seem to loosen. 

Turning your head, you would freeze.. It was like time itself frozen as you stared into the eyes of a frustrated and concerned Shouta Aizawa. Once you were able to come to your senses, you would quickly attempt to struggle from his grasp, but it only tightened “If I let go, you’re dropping” he warned. 

Not listening to his reason, you would continue to squirm in his grasp, letting out small whimpers as you did so. Aizawa would grab a bottle of water and let out a growl “Come on, we’re going outside for a moment” he said before pulling your body into his and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, making sure to guide you carefully through the crowd. The male was actually really attentive to you, making sure that no flying arms would smack you, or making sure another body didn’t stumble into you to make you lose your balance. 

The second you two got outside, he would lead you to the porch. The cool nights breeze would caress your flushed cheeks and now that you were getting some fresh air, you didn’t feel like you were going to knock out. Drunkenly pushing him away now, you would stumble and quickly find your balance by leaning against the wall “What are you doing here? Why are you still bothering me?” You spat out, hints of drunken venom poisoning your tone. 

Shouta would stare at you for a long moment before he took a tentative step closer as he lowered his tone into a deep command “Why didn’t you answer me”. Staring at him through your lashes, you would scoff “Because you’re an ass hole, because you hurt me, and I don’t owe you the pleasure of answering your texts” you spat back. 

His arms were quick to cage you in, keeping you pinned against the wall “I was worried about you, Y/n.. I..” he choked on his words for a moment “I made a mistake okay? It was wrong of me to drive you away” he admitted quietly, his eyes going soft as he gazed upon your drunk, angry expression. 

You didn’t want to hear it, you immediately began to push at him, trying to get free of the kabedon. Aizawa didn’t let up though, he towered over you and let out a soft sigh “Please, Y/N.. Just hear me out? Stop..” he muttered, pressing his broad chest closer to you to give you a little less wiggle room. You still weren’t having it, letting out a frustrated grunt, you would place your elbows on his chest and shove as hard as you could but your legs seemed to buckle out from under you, causing you to quickly pull away to keep yourself up.

Letting out a gasp, you would feel another panic attack coming on, you had to get away “G-Get away from me” you blurted out, your hand quickly coming up and connecting to his cheek with a loud ‘SMACK’. Shouta let out a soft hiss, and squinted an eye closed, but he didn’t budge “I deserved that..” he’d mutter out, his hands slowly sliding down the wall to wrap around your waist “Shh, please Y/N.. Calm down, I’m here.. I know you hate me right now, but please..” he cooed into your ear. 

Turning into a puddle of mush in his arms, your face would bury into his chest as you broke out into a loud sob. One of his hands was quick to trail up and down your face “I was wrong about you, Y/N.. You’re different from the others, and I know that now.. I’m so sorry I hurt you, but I need to fix this, I want you” mused quietly into your ear as you dampened his shirt with your tears. 

You so badly wanted to keep pushing at him, even wanted to hit him again- But those words.. Those words washed over you and seemed to melt your panic away as if it was nothing. Shouta said nothing, he just let you cry, he comforted you the best he could. “Here” he finally said, pulling you away from his chest and uncapping the water he had grabbed, putting it in your hands. 

Trembling, you would lift the bottle to your lips and take a few strong gulps before pulling it away with a gasp. The male would quietly take it from your hands “Let me take you back to my place, you can barely stand right now” he whispered. 

Letting out a shaky breath, you would give a minuscule nod. That was all he needed. Tucking the water into his pocket he would bend over and hook an arm around the back of your knees, lifting you up with ease and into a bridal style carry. 

Quickly latching your arms around his neck, your head would slump against his cheek “It’s going to be okay, Kitten” he muttered, taking you to his car. Carefully he would strap you into the passenger seat, making sure to place the water on your lap before closing the door gently and circling the car to get into the drivers side. 

As the car took off, you would slump against the door. The drive wasn’t easy, bile kept creeping up your throat but you would wash it down with water. It wasn’t until the male actually parked when you would push the door open and practically hang out as you released the vomit that you had forced down. 

The only thing that was holding you was the seat belt, and you were thankful for that. Letting out a whimper, you would feel your hair slowly raise from your face “Let it all out, Kitten.. It’s okay” Aizawa would muse quietly, his free limb rubbing your back in soothing up and down motions. You two would stay like that for quite a moment before he unbuckled you and carried you into his house. 

When he got you inside, he would close the door with his foot and take you to his room. Laying your body down on the plush comforter, he would push more hair from your face “Look at you..” he said softly before letting out a soft breath “Stay put, okay? We’re going to get all that makeup off your face and some more water” he said softly before making his way out of the room. 

When he left, you would roll onto your side, inhaling his scent on the blanket.. You had never felt so secure and safe.. You never wanted to leave this spot. Sprawling your arms forward, you would gather the bedding and press your face up against it, letting out a soft whimper as you went in and out of a dozed state- If you even remembered, you’d have to find Kaminari’s number and scold him for getting you so drunk, of course Kirishima had a play in that too. 

You didn’t know how long he was away, but soon his strong hands would slowly roll you back onto your back. Feeling a lukewarm cloth on your face, the male was gentle with wiping off the streaks of makeup that tainted your cheeks. “Think you can drink some more water for me, Kitten?” he asked quietly. Your eyes would flutter open to see him gazing down at you with a frown “Yeah..” you’d mutter in a soft slur. 

Propping you up a little, you would lazily grab the water bottle and uncap it, taking some small swigs before licking your lips “Thanks..” you’d say quietly, handing the bottle back to him. He would nod some and set it on the nightstand in case you wanted more. “I’m so sorry, Y/N” he growled, causing you to look at him with a frown “I will make it up to you, if you let me, Kitten.. I want to take care of you” he confessed, tucking some strands of hair behind your ear. 

“I-I’m still mad at you..” was the only thing you could get out. The male would chuckle and nod “You have every right to be” he mused softly before standing from the bed and grabbing his blanket, pulling it over your body “Rest now, okay? We’ll talk more in the morning” he said, turning his back to walk out. 

Biting your lip quietly you would reach out and quickly grab the back of his shirt. Shouta would turn around and you would suck in a breath “Stay in here.. It’s fine.. I don’t want to take your bed” you’d mutter out. He would stare at you for a moment before nodding “Very well, as long as you’re okay with it” he said softly before blinking and looking down at your feet. Reaching down, he would carefully remove your shoes and place them on the floor and reach over to flick off the light. 

You could hear the light shuffles of him stripping off his clothing and soon you would feel the other side of the bed sink in. He was respectful, he kept his distance from you and even used a separate blanket to cover up with. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was trying to get in your pants, not after what he did the first time. 

He did reach over to pet you though. Soft and slow his fingers would slide through your silky locks, causing your eyes and stomach to flutter. You didn’t know when you actually fell asleep, but it was pretty hard not too with the soothing touch of Shouta. 

When morning rolled around, you would immediately groan at the light invading the room. Covering your eyes, your throbbing headache would remind you of where you were. Quickly sitting up, you would look next to you to see an empty spot. Looking down to see your clothes still intact, you would sigh out and glance over at the water bottle and snatch it, chugging it down greedily. Crinkling the plastic, you would set the now empty bottle back on the nightstand. 

It was then when Shouta came in, granola bar and aspirin in hand “How are you feeling?” he asked, sitting at the edge of the bed “F-Fine.. I suppose” you muttered, taking the aspirin from his hand and popping it into your mouth, using your saliva to swallow it down. “Eat” he suggested, placing the bar in your lap. Picking it up, you would start to open it “Where is my bag?” you asked quietly. Reaching over as you started to nibble on the granola bar, he would carefully place your bag on your legs. 

Fishing out your phone, your eyes would widen.. You had over thirty texts from Kirishima, and a number you didn’t recognize, but you soon found out it was Bakugo. You felt so guilty.. You left last night without a word. The last time Kirishima saw you was when you were drunk and stumbling away. Quickly opening the messages, you would shoot him a text explaining how sorry you were and that someone had brought you home because you wound up getting sick. 

Letting out a sigh, you would feel the grip of his hand resting on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze “Y/N.. we need talk about this sooner or later, will you please hear me out?” he asked quietly, gauging your expression to see if you would run again. 

Sucking a deep breath, you would gaze up at him “I-.. I’m willing to give this a chance, don’t think I’m not still mad at you, but last night you showed me that you wanted to fix things” you muttered out, glaring at him “And if you ever fucking do that to me again, there will be no second chances, you wi-” you were cut off by the rough eagerness of his lips. You hated how he had this weight over you.. You melted into his kiss, the simple gesture alone sending jolts throughout your whole body. 

Shouta would break the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you two “I swear to you, Kitten.. I will never fucking do anything like that to you again, you’re mine now.. And I intend on keeping it that way” he breathed out, his hand slipping behind your neck to bring you into another kiss. Lifting your arms, they would make quick work to hug around his neck to pull him closer. 

Breaking the kiss, Shouta would smirk some “You’re welcome to use my shower and kitchen if you’d like” he noted softly, his body leaning more forward, but you would seem to perk up at the thought of the shower “Actually, a shower sounds awesome” you’d mutter out. Aizawa would lean away and let you get up from the bed. Taking the half eaten granola bar from your hands, he would point to the door “It’s the door right on the left” he instructed.  

Lifting yourself up, you’d smooth out your now wrinkled shirt and quickly shuffle away. Once you were in the bathroom, your face would heat up and you would cup your cheeks into your hands. He doesn’t deserve to be forgiven so quickly, yet all he has to do is whisper sweet nothings and you’re like putty in his hands. He seemed serious, he wouldn’t have cornered you at that party if he wasn’t serious, and if all he really wanted was to fuck, he wouldn’t have cared if you were hammered last night, he would have done it. 

Sighing softly, you would strip out of your clothes and lay them neatly on the sink counter, stealing some of his mouthwash to get the disgusting taste off of your tongue. Turning the water on hot, you’d twist the cold knob only a little so you wouldn’t burn your flesh off. As steam started to fill the room, you would hold your hand under the water before letting out a soft hum. You weren’t in there long, you really just wanted to wash your body and hair, rubbing and pushing through those sweaty bodies last night left you with a gross feeling. 

Turning off the shower, you would step out and push the wet locks from your face. Looking around, you would bite your lip- the whole bathroom smelled like his cologne, hit drowned your senses and made you step forward, sneakily opening the medicine cabinet. Your eyes went right to the little back bottle with some kind of fancy name on it. Plucking it from it’s spot you would uncap it and inhale it’s scent, causing your head to spin and your knees to buckle slightly. 

No matter how much you wanted to dislike him, it was clear that you were still head over heels for the guy, so much you were sneaking through his cabinet just to take in his scent. 

Drying off best you could, you would put your clothes back on, minus the thigh highs. Clutching them in your hand, you would dry your hair a little before exiting the room and going back to the bedroom where Aizawa laid, dozing softly. Biting your lip, you would stand at the door for a moment to take in his sleeping features, he looked so sweet, so relaxed..

“Why are you staring at me like that?” the words slapped you in the face to snap you out of your daydream state to stare at Aizawa who now had one eye open, gazing at your figure. The tips of your ears would flush and you would quickly shake your head “S-Sorry.. You just looked so peaceful is all” you admitted, which caused a deep honey coated chuckle to leave his throat. 

“Come here, kitty” he ordered quietly. It seemed like your body was more compliant than your mind because right when his sentence finished to linger in the air, you would move forward and take a seat at the edge of the bed next to him. 

His strong hand was quick to come up and rest against your lower back “Kitten, is it too soon?” he asked in a low rumble. Meeting his gaze, you would purse your lips innocently at the question “Too soon for what?” you’d ask tilting your head some. Grabbing the back of your shirt he would pull you to lay on top of him “You know what I’m talking about, kitten.. I want you” he purred. 

Though you were laying on him, you would cross your arms and let out a soft huff “Yeah? Just because I gave you another chance doesn’t mean I’m going to immediately let you fuck me” you breathed, still enjoying his warmth caressing your body. “Oh?.. But what if I could.. Convince you?” he teased, causing your thighs to squeeze together. Slick had been pooling in your panties since he pulled you on top of him, you knew he would win- But being the competitive girl you were, you would huff “Fine, if you think you can convince me, then go ahead and try” you’d say with a firm nod. 

Aizawa wasted no time with grabbing his capture scarf from his neck, the fabric immediately going around your wrists and pulling them to your chest “O-Oi, wouldn’t that count as cheating” you breathed out as the male shifted himself out from under you “Hm? We didn’t state any rules, kitten..” he trailed off with a smirk.

The tightness caught you off guard, looking down you would watch as the scarf made itself comfortable around your plush skin. Aizawa was quick to crawl on the bed, his hands slowly prying your thighs apart so he could get in between “Do you know how hard it was for me to not bombard you last night? This cute little skirt and those sexy fucking thigh highs.. You were driving me mad” he growled, his fingers slowly kneading into your upper thighs, his nails just barely gazing you, sending jolts of shivers throughout your entire body. 

He was doing this on purpose, massaging you so close to your dripping cunt. You already wanted him to cave, but something in you said that you’d be able to hold out just a little bit longer “Mmn.. Kitten, your skin is so soft” he groaned, itching himself down so his face could press against you. Letting out a shaky breath, you would quickly let out a soft mewl as his stubble grazed against you, and that mewl became louder when you felt his teeth sink in. 

“What are you doing?” you’d gasp out, going to move your hands to his hair but the fabric would tightly hold you back. The male didn’t answer for a minute, he was sucking on the inside of your thigh, his tongue lapping at it eagerly. With staggered breathing, you would lay there to take it, your legs twitching around his body. When the male finally came up, he would look you in the eye with a mischievous smirk “I was marking you” he growled, his hand moving to brush against the now purplish pink mark that painted your thigh “M-Marked me?” you’d ask in a hazy state “Yes, my pretty little kitten.. You’re mine now, I had to make it official” he said with a chuckle before lifting himself up just to grab a hold of your skirt, raising it slightly to see just how wet you were. 

“My, my.. Look at that pussy, I can see your folds twitch through your panties.. Mn.. and that damp spot?” He’d muse, his eyes occasionally glancing at your face to see just how red it has gotten “A-Aizawa.. Please” you muttered out embarrassed, but his hand would quickly cut you off “No, no kitten.. Is that anyway to speak to your old homeroom teacher?” he asked sternly, which caused your breathing to once again irregular.

“Mr.Aizawa?” you’d ask sheepishly, which earned you a firm smack against your ass “That’s a good girl.. Right now, you will address me as Mr. Aizawa” he said before dropping your skirt and deciding to just get rid of it altogether. Watching as the fabric was sent flying, you would attempt to close your legs, but he was quick to place his hands on both of your knees to keep them from denying him such a lewd sight. 

“Now, Kitten.. Do you want me to stop? By the look of that sopping pussy- I’d say it’s a no” he said with a smirk before moving a hand to press against your clothed slit, rubbing up and down painfully slow “A-Ah..No..M-Mr. Aizawa” you would quickly groan out. “Then what is it you’d like me to do?” he asked

You didn’t want to admit it, you caved when all he did was give you a hickey! It wasn’t fair that this man had such a hold on you “I want.. Your cock, Mr. Aizawa” you’d stutter out quietly, which made the male smile, his hand quick to shrug down his pants and boxers. You would watch as his length sprung free, already dripping with pre cum “Okay, Kitten.. But where do you want my cock, hm?” he continued to press. 

Letting out a loud whine, you would throw your head back onto the pillow “I want you to fuck me, Mr. Aizawa!! Please!” you’d beg, rolling your hips forward against his finger moaning from the touch against your almost naked core, protected only by the thin fabric of your sopping panties. 

The male would let out a primal growl at your words, his finger hooking around the fabric and pushing it aside, his eyes narrowing in on that sloppy pussy “Mr. Aizawa is going to take good care of you, kitten” he growled, his capture scarf loosing from your wrists “Get undressed, now” he ordered in a low domineering tone, shaking your core. 

Quickly sitting up, you would lift your hips and discard the ruined panties before quickly taking off your shirt and bra, he would do the same, though his gaze never left you. When you had both completely rid of your clothing, he would put his hands on your hips, staring down at you with such a scary gaze “W-Why are you looking at me like that?” you’d ask quietly, which made that gaze meet yours. “I’m just thinking about all the filthy things I’m going to do to this sexy body of yours, kitten.. Mm” he said in a hoarse tone before caging you in his arms and trapping you underneath his naked body. His breath would hit your face as one of his arms trailed to one of your breasts, roughly grabbing onto it and starting to roll your erect nipple in between his finger tips. 

“M-Mr. Aizawa.. P- ah! Please.. I can’t wait any longer” you would moan out, your legs raising and wrapping around his waist to try and pull him closer. He didn’t answer, he only met your lips to lock into a feverish kiss, his tongue quick to demand entrance. Parting your lips, you would find his dominant wet muscle easily pinning yours down so he could explore the depths, his hand leaving your breast cold and sensitive and it reached down to grab onto his cock, stroking it a few times and rubbing it against your drooling slit. 

Moaning into his mouth, you would buck your hips forward, causing his swollen head to push against your clit. Breaking the kiss he would growl at you “Patience kitten, you’ll get what you want..” he warned, causing you to bite your lip. 

It was within seconds when you felt his thick, long shaft pushing inside of you. Stretching you out to fill his cock. Velvet walls were quick to cling around his cock and his head would hang forward. 

You would let out a loud moan in bewilderment, absolutely astonished by the way Aizawa made you feel as he buried himself in that needy pussy. The male kept inching himself in until his base was at your folds, his engorged cock head easily kissing your womb. He would let out another growl and lift his head slightly to nip at your lower lip “I’m going to make sure nobody is going to be able to pleasure you like me, you won’t ever be able to get off to another man” he said possessively, which made your walls constrict around his throbbing cock “Oh? You like that Kitten? You like it when your teacher claims you?” he moaned, which resulted in a minuscule nod on your end.

Thankfully, he didn’t make you wait much longer. Soon his hips began rutting against you roughly, earning a moan from the both of you as your sweet cunt continued to suck him in “So..fucking tight, kitten.. God damn, you’re fucking perfect” he said breathlessly as he met your lips once again. Continuously moaning against his lips, the feeling of every vein rubbing against your walls was noted, sending waves of pleasure through your core. Before you could even say anything, you would break the kiss and practically scream as your first orgasm ripped through you, causing you to clench further on his cock, which he plowed right through, hitting that G-Spot over and over. 

“That’s right, Kitten.. Cum all over my fucking cock, destroy my bed sheets with your slick.. So fucking good” he growled, his hips still moving. 

By this point, Aizawa had bottomed out in you, his balls were slapping roughly against your folds and the male held you so tightly you felt short of breath “Mn, fuck yeah.. Gonna fill you baby girl, you want that? Tell me you want me to fill you up to the fucking brim” he grunted, which made your lips part in a moan as you could feel your second orgasm nearing “Y-Yes, Mr. Aizawa! Cum inside of me.. Please, I’m begging you!” you pleaded loudly, which resulted in one last rough thrust before you could feel searing hot ropes of cum start to coat your walls. Arching your back, you would feel another orgasm ripping through you, clenching so hard on his cock that you made sure you milked him for all he had. 

Collapsing on top of you, his stubble would tickle at your neck as he placed small kisses up and down “F-fuck, Y/N.. Your pussy is marvelous” he groaned out. Biting your lip and stifling back a blush you would giggle out “Your cock isn’t that bad either” you’d pant. 

“I can’t wait to do so many filthy things to you, Kitten.. You’re mine now” he whispered into your ear, his teeth grabbing a hole of your lobe, causing you to gasp out.

“Y-Yes, Mr. Aizawa.. I’m yours” you’d mutter out. 

The male would roll off of you, making you whine and feeling your use hole feel so empty. “Good girl, now come here” he whispered, pulling you against his side. Cuddling into him, you wouldn’t be able to control the smile on your face. 

I guess shit like this really does come true..

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Kokichi constantly flirts with a self-conscious tall and chubby Reader

·       Living in Japan you were always surrounded by anything and everything ‘cute’. Girls in frilly, pink dresses, big eyes, skinny and short, fuzzy animals, little mascots, simple designs, bright colors. You, like many others, adored the cute aesthetic, it was difficult to not have some fondness for it seeing it around so much.

·       That aesthetic was something you aspired to be. Frilly pink dresses, bows, simple skirts were just about the only thing in your wardrobe. You’d stand before the bathroom mirror, a paper in hand with a single line written on it, something like what you were going to order for take out, then you’d speak, trying to make your voice sound naturally high pitched. Maybe even make that octave come naturally to you all the time and not just when you willed it around others. You messed around with makeup seeing if you could make your eyes pop and seem bigger. You tried anything you could think of to be cute! All you wanted was to be a cute girl, that was your greatest wish in life.

·       Unfortunately, physically you were nothing like what you considered to be cute. So tall basically a giant, rather chubby still despite how you dieted and exercised, and your naturally deep voice with that awful rumble in it. It seemed no matter how you tried, you could not be the cute style you oh so longed for. Even your clothes looked wrong when you wore them due to the stark difference between what you associated with it and yourself, so often you’d just wear them in your dorm room, where you always were when not attending class. Nowhere else.

·       You didn’t like going out much. Lately at least.

·       You only went out to class, but it was rather begrudgingly. You didn’t particularly like class, nothing to do with studying or the curriculum, but a certain classmate of yours.

·       Kokichi Oma, the Super High School Level Supreme Leader.

·       There was seemingly an unending list of reasons for this, all stemming from one core issue. He spent much of his time with you.

·       “Ah! Y/N! Hey, HEY! Y/N over here! HEEEEY! Y/N Good morning!” The moment you stepped into class he’d always so cheerily greet you, standing on his desk, waving his arms about in an attempt to grab your attention. Moments after you took your seat, Kokichi would slide into the one in front of you, turning around so he could chat away, face to face.

·       Often, you’d run into at least one prank per day, and moments after it happened, you’d hear Kokichi’s snickering before he’d pop out of his hiding place saying he surprised you. Then he’d follow you wherever you went, gleefully flirting or teasing.

·       After a particularly rough night where you practiced using a higher pitched voice till your voice was raw, where no matter the combination of outfits you hated them, comparing photos of yourself seeing your chubbiness had not diminished no matter what you tried even after months, you just were not up to dealing with any of Kokichi’s antics that day. You just wanted to get your library books and get back to your dorm room, not hear the umpteenth flirtation slip from Kokichi’s lips that hour. A frustrated sigh escaped you as you slid a book back onto the shelf. “Oma, aren’t you tired of this prank? It’s gone on for so long, surely you’re bored of it by now. Please just leave.” “Huh?” With a tilt of his head, he placed a finger on his chin. “What prank? I’ve pulled so many I need you to clarify.” Your cheeks flushed a bright pink as you swiftly turned and walked away, not wanting him to see. “Ugh, the flirting. Stop with the flirting, I’m sure you can come up with something better than constantly making fun of me, like snakes in a can or something. I don’t know. This just seems excessively cruel to drag it out for so long.” “… My flirting is not lies.” “Yeah right.”

·       Oh no. Kokichi messed up. He thought you understood his flirting! You always tried hiding your blush, and smiled, and seemed to like it. Did he misinterpret that? Did he pull one too many pranks and get you to think he was nothing but lies? As you rounded the corner, he desperately grabbed your hand. “Do you really think I’d be boring enough to only lie? It’d be too predictable! Besides, who wouldn’t love a tall, huggable, hot person like you!” “Okay, that’s it. I’m not going to listen to this bullshit anymore. I’m tired of this.” With that vitriolic and venomous remark, you ripped your hand from his, catching Kokichi off guard. Then Kokichi clung to your leg, looking up to you. “I’m not letting you leave till we talk!” You looked down to him, finding he looked strangely serious. “Tch, as if. You’re actually cute. You’re short, you have those big eyes, you can pull off just about any outfit. You are the epitome of cute! No matter what, you’re always so cute, but on top of that you’re also fun to be around, you have it all! Why would you find someone like me attractive? I… I’m nothing like you. More like the opposite.”

·       “Excuse me!? What is there not to find attractive!? Stop being such a liar!” He hopped onto his feet, hugging you. “You have that sexy voice with that slight rumble that’s breath taking. There’s so much of you to hug. You’re really strong and can pick me up, carry me like a bride! You’re so soft, and smart, and you have an awesome fashion sense when you wear something other than these stuffy uniforms. You’re hot and cute and sexy and just fun to be with! And none of that is a lie, and YOU KNOW THAT because you know I love fun, and if I didn’t like you, this would have gotten soooo boring long ago.” “I-I’m not cute.” You turned away but Kokichi reached up, turning you to look to him. “You. Are. Cute! And hot. And sexy.” “I’m not! I look nothing like you!” “Okay and… what? We’re cute in different ways! In fact, we can be the cutest couple ever! Be all lovey-dovey, and annoy everyone with how sickeningly sweet we are!” “I- but-no! I’m not cute! My voice is deep, I’m tall, I-” “Y/N. There are different ways of being cute or attractive. Just because you’re not what you like doesn’t mean you’re not what others, namely me, like.” “Uh… wha…” “You’re attractive to me even if you don’t find yourself attractive.”

·       Your mind sputtered to a stop, not knowing at all what to do. You wanted to just say he was lying, but… Having been with Kokichi so much you knew better. You knew he easily got bored and he just wanted to have fun. You knew he would have left by now if he didn’t mean at least some of his remarks. But… You… this was a lot to take in. You were so confused and semi-believed what you were hearing, but also not.

·       Since that day Kokichi made sure to keep letting you know he liked you, making his attraction abundantly clear. Kokichi was you biggest supporter. You had some issues that needed to be worked on but Kokichi was always by your side, constant meaningful compliments and making a fool of himself to cheer you up. He’d still tease and prank you, even lie but it was all in good fun. He’d do all he could to get you to see yourself the way he sees you, an amazing, beautiful person, who, with more self-confidence, could be even more amazing! The moment you felt comfortable enough with yourself, Kokichi was more than glad to start a relationship with you in earnest if you wanted too. If not, at least he had gained a great new friend.

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“And that, is the story of my favorite steak.” Yoongi finished his ramble, lifting his glass in the air in some form of a cheers before drowning it in one go. Pressing your lips together into a straight line you tried your best not to laugh. You felt Jungkook’s hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze as he sat beside you. They all knew how Yoongi could get after he’d had a few drinks too many. The guys had invited you along for a group dinner, knowing that Jungkook would love for you to come. The two of you hadn’t been able to see each other often these past few weeks, both busy doing your own things. It had been a wonderful thought to spend the evening with your boyfriend and his friends before getting back towards your real life. Jungkook had been clinging onto you since you’d entered the dorm earlier tonight and refused to keep his hand further than a certain distance from your body at all time. “Wonderful, I really liked that part of the cutting. Didn’t you, Jimin?” Hoseok asked, and the younger boy nodded but dared not to say anything, a snort threatening to escape him. Yoongi turned towards him, placed a hand on his shoulder and gazed deeply into his eyes as he said, “That’s where the masterpiece is created.” 

At once the entire table lost its cool and laughter bursted from every single one of you. In an instant you were the loudest table in the entire restaurant as you all tried to compose yourself. You had never seen anyone create such a hypnotic and dedicated story about a piece of meat. Jungkook’s head fell back beside you, a loud and high pitched laugh escaping him before he stared around with twinkling eyes. You loved seeing him this happy and carefree. Moments like these, you wished you could take pictures from and save them somewhere, so you could watch them over and over again. As if feeling your gaze on him, he turned his head to look at you and nudged you with his shoulder while giving you a smile. “So, you two decided whether you’re going on that holiday or not?” Seokjin asked, watching the two of you interact as he was the one who had ended up siting in front of you. He’d complained like a little child at the start of dinner, complaining that he would have to watch the two of you flirting with each other all night. Attention got diverted from the steak and you felt all eyes point at you as you leaned your elbow on the table and rested your chin in the palm of your hand. “Not yet, we’re not sure…” You muttered, glancing sideways at your boyfriend. 

At the start of the year the two of you had decided that it’d be nice if the two of you would be able to take a trip together. It was one of the things the two of you hadn’t done since you were together. Obviously there wasn’t a lot of time for traveling due to your busy schedules and the trip had been delayed. Last month, it had been Jungkook who had brought it up again, suggesting that maybe the two of you should just go. But back then you had been in the middle of promotions, chin deep in work and it had just seemed an impossibility for you to make time for something so selfish. The guys kept encouraging you to take some time to yourselves, but so far the two of you still hadn’t actually said you’d go. “We should just drop them off at the airport, they’ll never leave on their own accords.” Taehyung said, nibbling some food of his fork as he gave the two of you a weirded smile. Pursing your lips, you couldn’t deny that what he said wasn’t true. Beside you, Jungkook straightened against the back of his chair and snaked his arm across of your shoulders. “We’ll go, one day.” Hoseok snorted at that, refilling his glass with the red wine which stood at the head of the table. “Right, you mean the day when the two of you are forced to go on your honeymoon?” Another round of snickers broke loose from the others as Jungkook’s cheeks flushed bright red. 

He swapped at the guy sitting beside him, who groaned and rubbed the spot where he’d been hit. “Laugh all you want, at least I’ve got someone to take with me. Perhaps you can ask that girl from the cafe you met last week?” Jungkook noted, and this time it was Hoseok who gained some color as he lifted his glass to his mouth and pretended being too busy to drink to respond. “We could all go together, it’ll be fun.” Jimin proposed, to which everyone gave some sound of agreement. Everyone was in need of a few days off it seemed. “I know where I’d go if I could chose.” Taehyung said, a bright look on his face as waiters arrived and started cleaning up the empty plates in front of you. Namjoon lifted a curve brow at his younger friend, wondering what he’d come up with this time. Jungkook had once told you that Taehyung could think of the weirdest travel destinations one could possibly imagine. A waitress appeared beside you, picking up your plate and cutlery. Tilting your head you smiled at her, wanting to thank her for her service, but your words died on your tongue at that same moment. 

You were used to getting those glares, you got them all the time. People seemed to think it was what you deserved after you’d stolen away their golden boy. Jungkook was loved by many, and jealousy was all over the place since the moment everyone heard you were dating him. You’d always told yourself not to take those looks personal, after all, they didn’t know you and they could only hate you for being in a relationship with Jungkook. The things they said, the looks they sent you, they couldn’t be pointed towards you as a person, but only because of what you had done. And you refused to apologize for loving someone. “I hope you enjoyed your dinner. Only may I advice you next time you order a smaller potion. You’ve started to look like a pig, especially in that dress.” The conversation the guys were having a moment before died out. A sudden silence fell over the table, and for a second the only thing you could hear was Hoseok sputtering as he choked on his wine. You could tell that Jungkook had gone rigid beside you. The girl simply continued to pile some plates on top of another as everyone stared her down. “Excuse me, what did you just say to her?” Jungkook’s harsh voice came from beside you, and you quickly hushed him by grabbing his arm and sending him a look. You didn’t want this entire thing to escalate, especially not in public. 

But Jungkook wasn’t looking at you. He was sending daggers at the waitress, who couldn’t be much older than himself. She blinked up innocently at him and sent him a kind smile. It changed her entire face, and if you didn’t know any better you’d almost say she looked angelic. “Oh nothing, just that you deserve better. You clearly weren’t in the right state of mind when picking her as your so called girlfriend. I mean, everyone who looks close enough can tell it’s fake.But that’s alright, better ditch that ugly bitch while you still can, bigger and better next time right.” She actually had the nerve to wink at him before sending you another foul look. A terrible heat spread itself across of your face in the form of shame as she turned around and walked away. You dipped low inside of your seat, realizing that other people had turned around to look at you, some of them sending you looks of pity, others looking very confused. Your boyfriend had gone completely silent, shock visible all over his expression. But the eyes said it all. There was a rage building inside of them which told you that it was only a matter of seconds before he would take the matter in his own hands and start a scene. 

“Alright that’s it, I’m not drinking another drop of this.” Hoseok spit as he placed his wine glass back onto the table with a loud clang, half of the content spilling over the rim and onto the table. Namjoon pushed his chair back and you could tell that even he was pushed towards anger, as red spots colored his cheeks. “I’m going to ask for the check. Gather up, we’re leaving.” He announced, and stopped for a second to squeeze your shoulder before he walked out of sight, his card in hand. The joyful sphere which had been hovering around all evening was gone in the blink of an eye, and you couldn’t help but feel horrible about it. “You don’t have to leave for me, I’m fine.” You reassured them, even though you could feel the insides of your skin pressing against your dress. You had been doubtful about your pick of clothing from the moment you had pulled this dress on. It sickened you, that someone was capable of making you feel this way. “We’re not paying for another thing here. I’d rather have some self cooked ramen at home than stay here one minute longer.” Jimin roared, his furious look shifting from left to right through the restaurant, almost as if checking if the girl dared to show her face again. Seokjin pushed his chair back without words, and pulled his jacket on with a blank expression. “Teach your staff some manners…Never heard anything like this…Unacceptable…” 

You could hear Namjoon’s soft but stern voice coming from behind you and when you looked over your shoulder to see who he was talking to, you could tell the man in the suit beside him was probably the manager. Silently you raised from your chair, tugged on your coat and couldn’t help but cross your arms together, hoping to hide some of yourself behind them. Immediately you felt a strong hand grab yours, which tugged your shield apart, causing your arms to fall limp next to your sides. “Don’t you dare.” Jungkook whispered, pulling at your hand to get you closer to him. As soon as Namjoon returned and got inside of his jacket, everyone marched towards the door. You didn’t dare look sideways, afraid you’d see that woman again, and you weren’t sure if you could face her now. “The steak wasn’t that good anyway!” Yoongi shouted through the entire room, and heads turned back into your direction as you made for the exit. Together you all huddled out on the street, making your way back towards your cars. Everyone remained silent, but you could tell it was loaded. Everyone had something to tell about what had just happened, they were just waiting for the right time to say it. Jungkook pulled you along with him, stopping at the back of Seokjin’s car, who you had arrived with earlier. Namjoon joined you and ushered the other guys on, who had gotten here with Hoseok and were all rushing to get into the vehicle. 

Without words Jungkook opened the door for you and stepped aside to let you in. You made yourself small, and let out a deep breath when you settled down on the backseat. As soon as everyone got in Namjoon started the radio, turned up the volume and led his friend into a conversation about songwriting. Though you knew better than to believe they weren’t secretly listening to everything that would be sat behind them. They were just trying to give you the illusion that you had some privacy here, which you loved them for. After taking a deep breath Jungkook turned towards you in the cramped space, and you tried to keep your face neutral as he studied it. “That woman…. You know she was just jealous of you, right?” He said, checking your reaction. You swallowed, and turned your head so you could stare out of the window. Night had fallen, but you knew that if you hadn’t been interrupted you would have been inside of that restaurant for many hours still. “Hey, look at me.” His voice softened as he placed his fingers underneath your chin and turned your head back to his. Blinking rapidly you tried your best to hide how you truly felt, but knew he’d be able to see straight through you. A fast pop song was playing, and you could tell that Namjoon was currently having a conversation with himself as Seokjin tried to focus on the road. Jungkook’s eyes drilled into yours, and you felt as if he was able to see straight into your soul and see all of your insecurities. 

“This is exactly what she wanted. She wanted you to feel like this, by telling you lies. Don’t let her.” He pressed on, and you couldn’t help but scoff, thinking it was an easy thing for him to say. Your eyes roamed his body, his black shirt which clung to his chest, his thighs visible through his pants. He always looked as if he walked straight out of a magazine. Besides, it was easy to brush words off if they hadn’t been directed towards you. You hurtled through streets, making your way back towards their dorm. By what you could see over Jungkook’s shoulder, you must almost be there. You couldn’t wait for this night to end. His hold on your chin loosened and the tips of his fingers tickled down your jaw before he brushed some of your hair behind your ear. His gaze was smoldering as he pressed his thumb against your lower lip, causing your heartbeat to speed up. “You’re beautiful.” His voice was barely audible over the loud music. If either of the boys had heard his confession than neither made it look like it. Your breath fastened on its own as he suddenly leaned in, pressing up against you in the small space of the backseat. His lips brushed past your ear, making you want to cling onto something. “I’ve wanted to rip that dress off of you from the moment you came down in it.” He said so without shame, his voice husky as the car pulled to a stop in front of the dorm. 

Pulling back, he wore a look of mischief on his face, and winked playfully while Namjoon turned off the radio and Seokjin shut down the car. “Alright, we’re back.” Namjoon said, as though the two of you hadn’t been able to notice. Your ears turned pink as you thought about what they had overheard about your conversation. Nobody made the first move to get out and after a while Namjoon turned around in his seat, giving you a apologetic look. “I’m sorry about what happened in the restaurant ______________. We never would have went there if we’d known something like that could happen.” He reassured you, and you felt terribly that he thought he owned you such a thing as an apology. You smiled at him, sending him a thankful look before patting hit hand which lay beside the headrest. “Don’t worry Namjoon, I’m fine. People like that, they just say stuff they don’t mean. It doesn’t have any effect on me.” You lied through your teeth, but it seemed to satisfy the boys, who clearly looked much more comfortable now. Their shoulders visibly relaxed as they shot you friendly smiles, the matter forgotten. Only Jungkook shot you a disbelieving look, and you stomped him against the shoulder as he shook his head and opened the door. Cold wind blew straight into your face as you got out of the car and stepped onto the driveway. 

The others were already waiting for you outside, and Taehyung immediately came to your side, throwing his arm around you in a comrade kind of way. “Don’t let it get to you _____________.” He muttered, giving you a friendly squeeze against his side as he led you out of the cold and towards the front door. “Her sight was clearly as bad as my steak. If you resemble a pig, than I’m not sure I know what a pig looks like.” Yoongi blabbered from somewhere behind you. “She’s just jealous she isn’t the one wearing that dress.” Jimin joined in, and Hoseok joined in with a loud, “That’s right!” Your cheeks warmed because of all the sweet words, and you were glad when you finally got inside and the attention was no longer on you. Everyone slowly went their own way, two towards the bathroom to take a shower, two spreading themselves out in front of the TV to watch a movie, one trotting over towards the kitchen to get a drink and one towards the terrace to get some air. Only Jungkook remained, glued to your hip. “Come on.” He muttered softly, tugging your hand and navigating you towards his bedroom. He shut the door behind himself as you wove deeper inside, shrugged off your coat and lay plopped down on top of the huge bed. 

You jumped up and down a few times, the suspension of the bed giving into your weight. You knew you’d feel better about this in the morning, but tonight, you just wanted to drown in self pity. “You know, perhaps this entire thing wasn’t as bad.” Jungkook suddenly stated as he loosened the button of his jeans and began to lower them down his legs. You tracked his movements, watching him intently inside of his boxers as he reached for his sweatpants and began to pull them on. You were so concentrated on this you even forgot to be annoyed by his words. “And why’s that?” You mumbled, ogling the way his fingers neatly made a knot with the strings, securing the sweats on his hips before he tugged out his shirt and replaced it with one of his old ones he referred at home. He showed off a blinding grin, pleased he had been able to give you a bit of a view before he made his way over to the bed. Without even the slightest bit of a warning his hands hooked themselves behind your knees and you squealed as he used his hold to tug you back towards the end of the mattress. “Because…” He said, leaning down, his face right in front of yours, noses touching. You could sense the smell of wine inside of his breath as he let go of your legs and placed his hands beside of your head. 

“At least I’ve got you to myself now.” He remarked before pressing a quick peck to your lips and throwing himself onto the bed beside you. You bounced slightly underneath his weight, and you rolled your eyes at his cheesy words. “I’m not in the best mood.” You warned him, hoping he wasn’t expecting too much from your alone time. There was no way you were getting naked in front of him tonight, not with all of these thoughts stuck inside of your mind. He scoffed and scooped you up as if you were some kind of feather and you giggled as he rolled you on top of himself. Folding your hands underneath your chin you wanted the way his hair fell in front of his eyes as he stared up at you. “I still can’t believe she had the nerve to say that to you. We were all there, we could all hear her.” He mused, pushing your hair back so it wasn’t falling in front of your face. You shrugged and followed the stitching on the collar of his shirt. His hands folded together in the small of your back, hugging you close. “That’s probably exactly what she wanted. She wanted to confront me in front of you, just to make sure I wasn’t the only one who knew she’d humiliated me.” You said, frowning as you stared at his collarbone peaking out from underneath the shirt. 

“But she didn’t, humiliate you.” Jungkook suddenly said, and you shot him a disbelieving look, wondering if he had attended a different dinner than you had. Before you could make a remark about that he quickly came to his own defense. “The only person she humiliated is herself. We all know you’re beautiful, no matter what people say. Once her manager is done with her, I’m sure she’ll regret causing a scene like that.” He explained, shrugging as thought what he said made perfect sense. You felt yourself blush but kept quiet never the less. No matter how much you disliked everything that had happened, you couldn’t help but be pleased with his flattering words. The corners of your lips tugged upwards as he rolled you over, careful to keep up his weight as not to crush you underneath him. “Besides, she’s probably right. I wasn’t in the right state of mind when I fell for you.” He said, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, the tips of his lashing brushing against your throat, causing goosebumps to appear all over your skin.  

“Is that quite so?” You asked, coming your fingers through his soft hair, tugging it slightly at the nape of his neck. He hummed playfully and you could hear the smile inside of it. “After all, I was a love sick fool.” He whispered, causing your heart to stutter inside of your chest. Pulling at his hair, he lifted his head and you were quick to guide his lips down on top of yours. His kiss was passionate as his hand slipped down the side of your body, stopping on top of your hip to keep hold on you. He gently nibbled at your lower lip, causing your nails to dip inside of his biceps. He chuckled, pressing sweet pecks down your jaw before putting one on top of your nose. “Now, I think you should take off that dress.” He recommended, and you blinked up innocently at him. “Why? Because it makes me look like a pig?” You asked sweetly, and something inside of his look darkened as he curled his arm around your back, searching for the zipper himself. “No, because I love to see what’s underneath it.” 

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GLASSES: T. JOST I PART 2 I SMUT

Words: 4.5K

Summary: You and Tyson are dating and you both find dealing with the other in glasses quite problematic. 

Warnings: smuttyyyy & some cursing 

Author’s note: It ain’t pure like the last one, I can promise you that, but it’s still cute. But also not that cute ;)))) ENJOY 

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,”

Tyson was lying in bed after the game, and though one might think that he’d be exhausted, his mind was somewhere far away from sleep. Actually, it was at a coffee shop down town, in his car last Friday – it was his hands on your thighs and lips on yours. And those thoughts had him texting you. It was either that or a cold shower with his hand clasped around his length. 

You’d been staring at that one bright orange book among muted colored ones on a library shelve right in front of you for the past thirty minutes, when you got the text. Before that you’d played every Candy Crush-esque game in your phone until you were out of lives on all of them. The text from Tyson was a much nicer, and a much more welcome distraction than both mindless games and that annoying orange book. 

“Me neither, I miss your face,” you text him back, biting your lip as your thoughts drift back to the heated kisses shared in a coffee shop the day before. You shook your head to yourself – only Tyson could have you making out in a coffee shop. Thank God, there was barely anyone there. 

Tyson smiled at the text he got back – he missed your face, too, that’s for sure. 

“What are you up to?” 

“I’m at the library, have done nothing the past hour and a half I think. Might be time to face the facts and leave,” 

“What about you?”

Tyson chuckled to himself when he read your message. 

“What? Even without me there to distract you? I’m just chilling in bed, thought I’d go to bed early but then you popped up in my head,” 

Your cheeks turned red upon reading the text, not only because he was thinking of you, but also because he was in bed thinking of you. Just Tyson in bed, really, was enough to make your cheeks feel hot. 

“Sounds like a dream situation to me,” you tease, before adding an answer to his first question. 

“And yes, today it seems even a single, annoyingly orange book can distract me,” 

“Annoyingly orange. I’m colorblind, but I can only imagine that that’s the same color as JT’s hair. And it is, though I wish you were here. Dreams are so much better when they come true,” Tyson texted you back, and you almost burst out laughing at the comment about his best friend’s ginger hair. Only when you’d calmed down and fought the need to laugh out loud in the library, did you read the rest of the text. Needless to say, you almost made a scene again. 

“I can confirm that that is in fact correct. And here’s a fun fact about me: I love making dreams come true,”

Tyson almost had a heart attack when he read your message, and almost called his sister to get help with deciphering that message, even if it was pretty clear that you wanted to see him. He just wasn’t sure if he could let himself believe that you wanted to come over. He decided he’d just ask, instead. Somehow it was more embarrassing to ask KC for help. 

“So, does this mean that you’ll come over?” he braves the question. 

“If you’ll have me, that can be arranged, yes,” you answer, chuckling to yourself at the amount of time it took him to respond to your message, when it had taken him approximately 0.2 seconds to start typing out his other responses. 

And then you were panicking, because you were not prepared to possibly – most likely – spend the night at his place. But after having a pep talk with yourself in you rear view mirror, you were sure that Tyson wouldn’t care if you weren’t wearing perfectly matching, nice underwear. 

Twenty minutes later you’d arrived at the address Tyson had texted you and been buzzed inside. You were biting your lip in excitement on your way up. Tyson was doing the same thing, as he waited not so patiently in his hallway, regretting the fact that he had thrown on a t-shirt along with the sweatpants he’d put on to come greet you. He’d felt it’d be a bit aggressive to open the door for you in the outfit he’d gone to bed in – the ‘outfit’ being just boxers – though now it felt aggressive to do so shirtless, as well. 

What met you when the door was opened to you, was a sight for sore eyes, and you couldn’t help but stare. Tyson had one hand shoved into a pair of low hanging, grey sweats – and the only other addition to his outfit was a pair of glasses sitting on his nose. The problem was that you didn’t know where to start – the glasses that you didn’t know existed, that sat so cutely on his nose and made him look so cute and at the same time so fucking hot? Or the sweatpants that sat so low on his hips, just loose enough to have your stare wandering a little too far down? Or his bare chest and abs – hard muscles under the skin that showed some evidence of the All Star break spent in the sun? 

You hadn’t even fully entered the apartment yet, you’re leant against the doorway, just staring at him with a wide smile on your lips while he’s still got his hand on the doorknob, just waiting for you to step inside. 

“What?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips, but the only response he’s getting is your smile growing even wider. 

“I should’ve put on a shirt, right?” he says, smiling, but you just shake your head. 

“I should’ve put on a shirt,” he concludes. 

“Uh-uh,” you grin, keeping your gaze at his face – or more accurately, on those glasses. It was something about them that made him look a little older, and even if you loved his boyish smile and laughter, it wasn’t unwelcome. 

“Can you at least come inside,” he laughs, reaching out and pulling you inside by your hand before closing the door behind you. When he closes the door, he automatically steps closers to you, and you’re left looking up at him – beaming.  

“What?” he asks again, smiling just as widely as you. 

“You think I’m cute with glasses, huh?” you tease, laughing as you can see how he’d obviously forgotten that he even had them on. He rolls his eyes at you, but he can’t keep from smiling just as widely as yourself. 

“Oh, come on. That’s it? That’s why you’re acting like this?” he tries to tease back, but it only makes you laugh. 

“Excuse me, who made a scene at freaking coffee shop yesterday because of a pair of glasses?” you mock, stepping closer to him and sliding your arms around his waist. 

“Also, you’re not wearing a shirt – so, there’s that,” you smile, feeling your cheeks heat up just a little bit, even if you aren’t afraid of admitting to being attracted to him. Of course, you’re attracted to him. Though, you’re not willing to tell him how much those grey sweats are working for him.

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, letting his hands fall to your hips, and he pulls you closer, all the way until your body is pressed to his. Arching your back, you look up at him with a smile, closing your eyes as he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a loaded kiss – not deep or anything, but there’s something in it that has you looking forward to the next one, and what’s to follow after that. 

“I don’t look as good in glasses as you,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes, lightly shoving at him – though more to have an excuse for placing your palms flat against his chest than to actually push him away from you. He places his hands over yours before he lets his fingers curl around your wrists and he once again pulls you back in and places his lips on yours. This one is just like the last one, just enough for you to wonder what comes next. 

“So, uhm, I already went to bed,” Tyson says, tone lowered as he looks between you and the dark living room – the only lights on being the ones lighting way from the entryway to the hallway that you guessed held the doors to the bedrooms and possibly a guest bathroom. He smiles bashfully, feeling a little bit weird about just pulling you straight to his bedroom. You smile, too, thinking he’s adorable for trying to hide the intentions of this visit – even if you were both content with just hanging out, it was inventible and a long time coming – and clear that it was what you both wanted and needed. The sexual tension between you made the air in the room feel thick. 

You nod to the dimly lit hallway with a teasing smile, and he averts his eyes from yours with a growing smile on his lips. Something closely resembling a giggle escapes his lips as he takes his hand in yours and leads you down the hallway. 

“I tried,” he mumbles, and you can’t help but laugh at him. 

“You did,” you affirm, and he laughs with you. 

Reaching your destination, Tyson turns off the light in the hallway before following you into the bedroom and closing the door behind you. Before you know it, your feet leave the ground and you’re being thrown into the bed, landing in the middle of the bed, ass first and bouncing. There was nothing sexual behind it – at least that’s clear when Tyson’s bent double laughing at your reaction, scream and flailing arms mid-air. Or maybe you just ruined it. 

“That’s the best reaction I’ve ever seen,” he wheezes as he climbs into bed, next to you. Looking past the hilariousness of the situation and the embarrassment of having actual made that sound – he looks so cute laughing, yet so fucking hot shirtless with those low-hanging sweats. As he calms from his laughing fit, he places one hand on the mattress on the other side of your body, positioning himself over you, yet not quite. And there’s no denying the feeling it sends flooding through your body. 

“The best reaction? I’m curious to hear about the other reactions you’ve acquired when throwing girls into beds,” you poke at him as you settle into the soft duvet on top of the even better mattress. He only rolls his eyes at you and repeats a few of your words in a silly voice, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘acquired’, before leaning down and placing a kiss to your cheek. He twists his body around and falls to his back next to you, moving his arm to let you rest your head on it – or maybe just for him to be able to pull you into him. 

“For the record; you’re the first girl in this bed in months – many months,” he mumbles, side-eyeing you, but with a smile on his lips. His free arm lies across his bare torso, his fingers picking at the sleeve of your sweater. 

“First girl in this bed in months, or first girl being thrown in – in months?” you keep teasing, rolling to your side and simultaneously closer to him. 

“Both,,” he laughs, shaking his head at your constant stream of digs. 

“Actually, you’re honored with the title of first girl being thrown in,” he adds to your joke, making you laugh along with him, your hand falling to his abs. You almost regret it when you get the urge to drag your hands over his muscles just seconds later. 

“You’re right, I am honored,” you put the joke to a rest, anxious to have his hands on your body – to having yours on his. 

Once your laughs and giggles calm, you both fall silent. It’s comfortable, your head relaxing against his shoulder; the skin of his chest brushing against your chin when you tilt your head to find him staring right back at you. He smiles all wide and sweet looking at you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss a short moment later. You make out slow and lazy, his fingers creeping up your arm, under your sleeve. Your hand slides across his waist, pulling him closer to you as your tongue tangles with his. There’s nothing urgent in your kisses or touches, you’ve got all the time in the world; yet neither of you can actually wait to have the other bare and skin to skin with themselves. 

When Tyson pulls back, your lips follow his like a magnet to its pole, and the smirk that grazes his lips after that has a red tint coloring your cheeks along with a smile and a sigh. He chuckles as he gets up to pull away the covers, making you creep closer to the pillows to help him get the double duvet out from under you. You’re about to let him throw it back over you when he, sitting on his knees on the beds edge, breaks out in laughter once again. 

“What?” you chuckle, asking in all honesty, reaching out to put a hand on his thigh. 

“It’s just that you’re really getting under the covers wearing jeans,” he laughs, and you can’t help but laugh along with him. You grab his wrist and pull him to lay next to you, and his laugh turns into a giggle when you proceed to finish his task of pulling the duvet over your bodies. 

“I was thinking that you were going to pull them off me within the next five minutes anyway, so,” you trail off, smirking as he gasps, mouth falling open and cheeks turning red. 

“Did you now?” he smiles widely, turning to face towards you. 

“Mmhm,” you hum, smiling just as widely as you mirror his movement, turning towards him. 

“If you really want me to make it easier for you, I can take them off myself,” you add, making his cheeks flare up again, which then makes you laughs. 

“Uhm, no – I can manage,” he promises, pushing himself closer to you. 

“You’re sure?” you tease, just barely making out his confirming ‘mhm’ before his lips are pressed against yours with more urgency than before. 

His hand runs along your hip all the way up until he can push his fingers underneath the hem of your sweater, his entire hand now flat against the skin of your waist. A moan escapes your throat when he presses himself against you, his bulge hard against your lower stomach. 

“For the record, I was going to wait at least ten minutes – maybe even fifteen,” he tells you after pulling back; your bottom lip between his teeth before he lets it go and spoke. 

“Fifteen?” you ask in disbelief, looking at him as he nods, a smirk that had the ability to send shock waves through your body, on his lips. 

“Mhm,” he keeps smirking, making you gasp when he hooks his finger into the waist band of your jeans and pulls you closer – so close you’re nearly on top of him. His lips attach to your jaw and you have to work hard with yourself to even find the words to make your next sentence coherent. 

“All jokes aside, Tys, I really need you to touch me,” you manage to mumble it out, the sound of your voice completely different from what it was just a minute before – now, it’s low and desperate for him to give you some sort of relief. 

He hums against your lips and it’s your combined efforts that have you moving on top of him, his hand around the back of your thigh pulling you to him – both yours sliding to the back of his neck. Both of his hands are on your thighs as you straddle him, and as you lean forward to kiss him deeper, his hands slide up to your ass, pushing your hips down to meet his with more force. Soon his hands slide up and underneath your sweater, moving to your front and covering your breasts. Hasting the process, you cross your arms in front of you to pull the thicker garment over your head, revealing a thin bralette that does little to nothing to hide what’s underneath – this morning’s choice of underwear having fallen on this one for it’s comfortableness and not for it’s sexiness. The same goes for the seamless number still hidden under your jeans. 

Sitting up, Tyson attaches his lips to your neck, quickly making a trail down to the tops of your breasts. With a slight push of his fingers, one strap falls down your arm, revealing your plump nipple completely, only for him to cover it with his lips. Grinding your hips into his rewards you with a groan vibrating against your sensitive nub. His hands move to your back, fingers opening the clasp of your bra easily and you throw the thin garment to the floor. Tilting his head up and joining his lips with yours, he shifts your positions, rolling you both around. Kissing you deeply, he presses against you, his length resting heavily against your inner thigh. 

Less than ten minutes after your previous conversation, Tyson once again shoves his fingers under the waistline of your jeans, thumbs working on the button. Sitting back on his heels, the zipper is pulled down and the jeans come off. As he leans back over you, you sneak your hand between your bodies, and with your fingers tangling in curls, you watch his reaction closely as you slip your other hand into his sweats and firmly grab his dick through his boxers. 

“Fuck, babe,” he groans, pressing his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss, tongues meeting immediately. With your help, Tyson kicks of his sweats, and much like you did, he sneaks a hand between your bodies – a couple of fingers rubbing at your slit through your panties, completely soaking them with your arousal; all to the sound of your moans. 

In one swift motion, your last piece of clothing were on the floor with the rest of them, and he had you gasping as he let two thick fingers slide right into you – his forehead pressed against yours as he watches you. You share a smile when you after some struggle reach the band of his boxers and start pulling at them, a breathy giggle escaping your mouth. The giggle turned into a moan when Tyson abruptly pulled his fingers out of you to help you get them off. The whole thing got Tyson chuckling to himself as he moves to the floor to yank his boxers over his thighs. 

“Come here,” you smile, and he laughs as you make grabby hands at him. Much to your dismay, he removes his glasses and places them on his nightstand before he climbs over you and lays down between your thighs, the head of his dick falling to rest just above your clit, and you moan into the kiss he places on your lips – a slow kiss with less urgency than any of the ones you’d shared after you’d started taking each other’s clothes off. A hand comes up to cradle your jaw and he kisses you softly, yet so deeply, and it’s the kind of kiss that has you trying to arch every single part of you into him. 

Again, with the hand finding its way between your bodies, you look up at him as you curl your fingers around his length – your thumb moving over the head to spread the beads of pre-cum. You look up at him with curious eyes only to see him looking right back at you with a smile on his lips, red and swollen from kissing you. 

“What?” you ask, smiling back at him. He shrugs, his smile turning bashful as you give him look. You tighten your grip on him as you give him another tug, and he groans, falling to rest on his elbows over you. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” he mumbles, his face now closer to yours. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you just shrug. His response is a roll of his eyes and a toe-curling kiss. 

“I just really like you, that’s all,” he finally admits, and you stretch your neck to kiss him – openmouthed and deep. Moving your leg to curl around his hip, you change your grip on him and position him perfectly between your legs; the head of his cock pressing against your clit before it slides slowly down your slit, making both of you moan into each other’s mouths. You let go of him, and with his lips still on yours, he thrusts into you with one steady push of his hips. “I really like you, too,” you mumble against his lips before letting him kiss you again, his lips parting and his tongue pushing through to meet yours. Moving his arms further up to rest on each side of your head, he brings one of yours with him, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

“Are you good?” he asks, his lips moving to your jaw, leaving kisses all the way up to your ear. 

“So good,” you hum, relishing in the feeling of being completely filled by him.

“Good,” he breathes, his lips moving over your skin as he mumbles, his teeth lightly biting at you earlobe as he rolls his hips into yours with more force, though still quite slow. Your moans encourages him it seems, his fingers tightening their grip on yours as he repeats the motion, not faster but a little harder every time. Attaching his lips to yours again, his free hand finds your free one, lacing his fingers with yours just like with your left hand in his right. You wrap your legs around him, giving him another angle to work with – his tip finding your g-spot with each thrust. 

“Tell me what you like,” he groans, your insides clenching around him as he keeps hitting that perfect spot. 

“What?” you manage to ask between moans, throwing your head back as he leaves kisses down your neck, his beard scratching against your soft skin taking the feeling to another level. 

“Tell me what you like,” he demands, and just the underlying tone of his voice sends you closer to your pending orgasm, a moan involuntary leaving your throat. 

“Do you like it rough?” he asks before you even find it in you to as much as think of what your answer should be. Once again, a moan reaches past your tongue before you have a chance to control it, his head coming up from where he’s been littering kisses all over your neck, lips pulled into a smirk as he raises an eyebrow. 

“Maybe a little bit,” you mumble, trying to conceal the smile spreading on your lips by biting your lower lip.

“Yeah?” he keeps smirking, nearly pulling out of you and driving back in with even more force than earlier. The smirk just gets worse and even harder to handle once he hears the moan he provoked.

“How ‘bout this?” he speaks, his voice deep as his hands leave yours and he pulls out so fast you nearly scream. The nearly-scream just about turns into a full on scream as you’re pulled up and around, landing on your knees, your ass pressed to his front. 

“Fuck, Tyson,” you exhale in a moan-like voice, and he’s sliding into you with full force and sending you right into another near-orgasm string of moans and profanities. His hands land on your hips and his fingers dig into the flesh as he helps you meet his hard thrusts. As you were coming closer and closer to your climax, you found yourself hoping his neighbors weren’t home, or that at least, that the walls were properly isolated, because there was no way that you can keep those moans to yourself, even with your teeth biting into your bottom lip. Tyson groaned behind you and one of his arms slides around your waist, and with the help of his hand curling around your shoulder, he pulls you up – your back pressed against his torso. 

“I’m so close, I’m so close,” you repeat your own words, out of breath and desperate to get that release. With your eyes clenched shut, you let your head fall back on his shoulder as he kisses your neck. Your hand finds the back of his neck in search for something to hold on to; to keep you grounded as you felt like you were about to lose footing and float off to somewhere else once that orgasm hits you. 

“I got you,” he breathes, thrusting into you with everything he’s got while helping out with his hands; one falling to your clit and the other to your breasts.

“I got you, babe,” he repeats, biting onto your shoulder as he puts all his energy into helping you reach your orgasm. And you finally reach it with his thumb and index finger rolling your nipple between them, and two fingers circling over your clit. 

You come with a scream-like moan quickly turning breathy as he lets go as soon as he can feel you clenching around him, and your head falls limp against his cheek. The sound of his soft moans fill your ears and it’s something entirely different than the deep-throated groans you’d been hearing up until now. He’s holding onto you tightly, keeping you both upright and the whole scene has a wide smile spreading on your lips. Just as he’s about to collapse, he manages to twist you both to the side, making sure he doesn’t fall on top of you. 

“Jesus, Tys,” you sigh contently, your back resting against his heaving chest. He chuckles behind you, his cheek pressed to yours and lips glued to your shoulder with kisses. 

“Yeah, that was – good,” he breathes, and you can basically hear him smiling. A matching one plastered on your face, as well. 

“Really good,” you confirm, and once again he manages to amaze you with his strength – one hand winding around your waist and with a hand on your hip he flips you around to face him. 

“Man, you gotta stop that,” you tell him once you land on your other side, your hand falling to his chest, glistening with sweat. And with your hand firmly placed right there you can feel his laughter as it rumbles through his chest. 

“You see, I don’t really think you mean that,” he smirks, letting his fingers run softly over the skin of your waist – the comforter once pulled over the both of you long forgotten. That smirk along with his words has your head falling back again, as you desperately try to fight the feeling it sent crashing over you, but your cheeks still turn red and you still unconsciously clench your thighs together. 

“Just shut up, please,” you sigh, your tone letting him know that he’s completely right about how you definitely like to be man-handled. 

“Fine, I’ll shut up,” he smiles, and though it starts out sweet, that smile still tugs up on the right side, and you roll your eyes at him before he presses his lips to yours again. 

And again. 

And maybe, if you let him, he eats you out just minutes later. 

And just maybe, he fucks you against the wall in the shower, your legs locked around his waist, before you eventually crawl into his embrace for the night, his lips pressed against your temple as his fingers run through your still damp hair.

[sliggoons]

Raihan, hm? How about a Drabble of Raihan and a crush that has an altaria that mega evolves??? And he's like, j e a l o u s

Yesss FINALLY my time to write for raihan has come!! Also, to be honest, I haven’t finished any of the games or watched the show that actually HAS mega evolution in it (YET) so I did a teensy bit of research and hopefully I’m getting all this right lmao

(also I just wanna say that this was the perfect request UwU so thank you! Specific enough that I had something to go off of, but it left plenty of room for creativity, it was so fun to write!)

???? And I can’t remember if the actual battle against Raihan is in the Vault?? Or just the gym mission thingy? Forgive me 

Mega Crush, Raihan x Reader

    Raihan was confused from the moment you set foot into his gym. Well, long before that actually. There had been talk amongst all the gym leaders that there was a particularly strong challenger battling their way through the league. Milo had confirmed this, adding in the details that you were from a far away region and you were older than the typical preteen gym challengers. Nessa learned that you didn’t Dynamax your pokemon, which Piers was over the moon about, he couldn’t wait for your battle. And Kabu had told Raihan about your beautiful, strong Altaria. 

    As soon as he heard that, Raihan was weak in the knees. He could not WAIT to battle you. He had never seen an Altaria in person. So soon after your victory against Kabu, Raihan spent his free time loitering around Hammerlocke, hoping to find you as you passed through on your way to Stow-On-Side. Just to his luck, he did just that. He had watched recordings of your battles with the previous gym leaders after they told him about your Altaria. And he had watched you blow through the battles with ease. You didn’t even need to use your dragon type pokemon in the first two battles. Through this, Raihan was able to recognize you as you cleared the long staircase leading into his city. He followed after you, conveniently ‘bumping into you’ as you were headed into the pokemon center. 

    “Hey, you’re Y/N?, right?” the gym leader asked, grabbing your attention from the mid-day bustle of the city. 

    “Hm?” You turned to look at who had called your name. It couldn’t possibly have been Raihan. You weren’t from Galar, so you didn’t know him as well as the other gym challengers, but you could definitely put name to face, and you knew the status and fame he held in the region. 

    “I’m Raihan!” He greeted, sticking out his hand for you to shake and flashing you an award winning smile. 

    “Uh, yeah. I know. I’m surprised you know who I am?” You said curiously. He had to admit, Raihan’s heart sank a little when he found out you knew who he was. He was hoping he could just meet someone who would get to know him as Raihan, not The Great Raihan, or Gym Leader Raihan, or Dragon Tamer Raihan. Don’t be mistaken, Raihan loved the fame, and adored his fan base, but it’d be nice for someone, especially if they were as cute as you, to have no previous opinion of him. 

    “I saw your match with Kabu! That Altaria is sick!” Raihan’s heart skipped a beat as he saw your face light up. “You know, all the gym leaders are saying you’re the trainer to watch out for. Might even light a fire up under Leon one of these days.” 

    “Oh, for real? Well, I’m flattered then,” you could feel your face flushing red. “I gotta get some of my pokemon into the center, though. You coming?” 

    “Oh, yeah, that’s where I was headed. The whole reason I ran into you,” Raihan laughed, nervously, it starting to dawn on him that this whole situation might come off as slightly… creepy. He was just doing his duty as a gym leader right? Keeping up with all the strong challengers who have a chance at the championship. You walked up to the counter, handing over your pokeballs to Nurse Joy for treatment. 

    “Can I buy you something to drink while we’re here?” Raihan asked you, following you over to a small table and set of chairs. “Maybe some fresh water or lemonade? I take it you just got in from training hard in the Wild Area?”

    “You don’t have to do that. But yeah, it’s a good place to train up! There’s nothing like it back home. Weren’t you here to heal your pokemon too?”

    “Oh! You’re right. I’ll just go, uh, do that then.” That was a big, fat lie. Raihan’s pokemon were perfectly fine and he knew it. In fact he had only left the house with his Duraludon. But Raihan was in too deep now. So he awkwardly shuffled over to the counter, greeting Nurse Joy and handing over his sole pokeball. 

    He stopped by the cafe to get two lemonades before plopping down opposite of you. Within seconds, Nurse Joy came back over with a tray, delivering your healed pokemon to you. She handed Raihan his one pokeball, a confused look on her face.

    “Raihan, your Duraludon was just fine, there was no need for it to be healed.”

    His face turned red, he looked over at you, a questioning look on your face along with a slight smirk. “Oh, uh, really?” He chuckled. “My mistake!” He gave Nurse Joy an innocent smile, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. When Nurse Joy left, he turned back to you. 

    “What’s that all about? Everything okay, Raihan?” You sipped your lemonade, watching him from over the top of your glass. 

    “Yeah, it’s nothing. I’m just really looking forward to our battle!” Except nothing was okay. Raihan had just made a complete and utter fool out of himself, and the way you said his name might just send him into cardiac arrest. He wished Nurse Joy would have just played along. 

    “Oh.” It seems like he took you by surprise. “I’m looking forward to it too. I’m sure you’ll be quite the match.”

    “I’m sure I will be, princess,” Raihan smirked, his confidence slowly coming back.

    The next time you saw Raihan it was at Stow-On-Side Gym. You weren’t even sure it was him. You caught one quick glimpse of a very, very tall man in the commentator’s booth during your battle. Of course, you were secretly hoping it was him, coming to watch your battles. But your logical side knew he was busy, and besides, would he really be that interested anyway?

    You flew through the Stow-On-Side Gym with ease, passed Opal’s tests with flying colors, Circhester started to slow you down a bit, until finally you reached Spikemuth. You had heard Piers didn’t Dynamax his pokemon. You were a bit disappointed, actually. You respected his traditional ways, of course, but you were hoping for an opponent whose strength called for the trick you had been hiding in your sleeve all this time. Your Altaria’s Mega Evolution. 

    You were confident you saw Raihan’s signature hoodie and bright orange headband sticking out of the crowd in Spikemuth like a sore thumb. Was he really coming to watch you battle?

So when you found yourself walking into the Hammerlocke City Gym, Raihan was eager to get to know more about you. What better way to do that than through the long anticipated battle? The media had picked up on you too, anxiously awaiting for the day you faced off against Raihan. As one of the few remaining challengers, you’d be surprised if all of Galar wasn’t familiar with your name by now. 

Raihan’s team was no laughing matter. He had managed to get you down to only one pokemon, your Altaria. But luckily you had done the same and you were facing off against his Duraludon. The gym leader certainly knew how to manipulate the weather, and his unique double battle style had helped him gain the advantage. 

You smirked, knowing you had finally found what you wanted. Mega Evolving your Altaria took a lot of effort, and wore it out, just like Dynamaxing, so you saved it for when it really counted. You had seen Raihan eyeing the Mega Bracelet that hung on your wrist, and you wondered if he recognized it. He had to, right? He was a gym leader after all, but then again the entire Galar region was hyper fixated on the Dynamax phenomenon. 

You watched as Raihan called his Duraludon back, preparing to Gigantamax it. You knew this would be a tough match up. Your Altaria transforms into a dragon and fairy type during mega evolution, so Raihan’s dragon type moves would do nothing. Mega Altaria would be weak to steel type moves, however. You had spent extra time training your Altaria’s speed. You knew that in order to win this match, you’d have to be able to dodge some powerful blows. 

Raihan had never been this exhilarated in his life. Pokemon battles were when he really came to life. He loved the atmosphere in the stadium, the thousands of fans yelling his name, the raw energy pouring from his Gigantamaxed Duraludon. He was so curious to see how this would play out. He had gone to watch every one of your matches after he met you, and you had yet to dynamax your altaria, or any of your pokemon for that matter. At the beginning of the match he saw something glint on your wrist. Not a dynamax band, definitely not, could it be a Mega Bracelet? Soon all his questions would be answered. 

“Ready, princess?” he asked, just loud enough for you alone to hear over the stadium, a wild smile on his face as his Gigantamaxed Duraludon loomed behind him, dwarfing your Altaria. 

The entire stadium fell silent as you Mega Evolved your Altaria. This was a very, very rare occurrence in the Galar region. Most of the spectators were witnessing this for the first time. Raihan was among them. 

The color drained from his face. A MEGA ALTARIA? He knew your Altaria’s flying type moves would barely harm his Duraludon, but this was something very unexpected. He had learned somewhere that some pokemon switch types when they Mega Evolve. What type your Altaria switched to was a mystery. 

Raihan quickly gained his composure, even though his heart was beating a million times a minute. You were ogling at the crowd, flattered by their insane interest in your pokemon, and Mega Altaria seemed to be enjoying it too. Your opponent took this chance to fire off his first shot, Max Wyrmwind, a dragon type move. He stood there stunned as Altaria remained unaffected.

Unfortunately, neither dragon nor fairy moves would work great against Duraludon’s steel and dragon type, but you did your research. You had been helping your Altaria perfect it’s Fire Blast over the last week. You were surprised to learn that Altaria could learn the fire type move when you found the TM in a dusty old shop in Motostoke, but glad it could come in handy. Steel types were hard to beat. 

Mega Altaria immediately retaliated with Fire Blast, and you could tell how effective it was against Duraludon. Raihan looked even more shocked as he gritted his teeth, dug in his heels, and told Duraludon to use Max Steelspike. Your Altaria just barely missed the hit, moving out of range before you even began to shout. 

���Great dodge! You can do this!” You cheered on your Altaria. It seemed like it was your lucky day, because one more powerful Fire Blast fainted Duraludon, sending it shrinking down to normal size, and back into Raihan’s pokeball. 

You met the gym leader in the middle of the pitch where he gave you a hearty handshake. “Well met, Y/N! What a stunning battle. It seems I might have gotten a bit too cocky with my team, huh? And who knew, that was Mega Evolution, wasn’t it?”

“It was! You definitely presented quite the challenge, I just had to do some special training before I came.”

“Well, congratulations, princess. You beat the Great Raihan,” He handed you the Dragon Badge, a huge smirk on his face. “You get the honor of going through the Finals now! I’ll be looking forward to our next battle, facing off for the chance to take down Leon. Though I s’pose I’ll have to find a way to beat that Altaria, huh?” You thanked Raihan before being ushered off the pitch, a few reporters waiting to greet you and ask about the battle. 

After all the chaos subsided, you were surprised to see Raihan jogging over to you as you left the gym. “I thought you might want this,” Raihan gave you the dragon type TM, as well as the dragon type gym uniform. “I just wanted to say, that Mega Altaria is super cool! Way cooler than I wanted to admit out on the pitch,” He chuckled, nervously. 

“What, is the Great Raihan scared of looking like a total nerd in front of his fans?” you teased.

“Oh, shut up. It just wasn’t a good time. Besides, I’m getting to talk to you again now, aren’t I? How about I take you out to dinner to celebrate your victory?” Raihan winked, taking your hand to lead you to his favorite restaurant.

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book One: Gold (Prompto x Reader) Chapter XIII

A groan slipped from (Y/n)'s lips when she felt her body being jostled around. Slowly, she regained consciousness and her eyes fluttered open. Looking around with just her eyes, she saw she was in the Regalia. Her head was resting against Prompto's shoulder as she sat in his lap. One of his arms was around her waist while the other rested against her thigh. She blinked a few times and finally realized the sharpshooter was staring at her with an expression mixed between worry and relief. "Hey, you're awake! How're you feeling?"

"Better." (Y/n) lifted her head and looked around in confusion. "Where are we going?"

"Malmalam Thicket, to investigate," Ignis replied.

Prompto looked around at the somewhat dense forest around them. "I don't like the woods. Too many monsters."

"You kidding? What could be better than roughing it out here?" Gladio asked.

"A million other things could be better."

Down the bumpy, narrow dirt road, Ignis parks the Regalia in the designated parking area. Everyone exited the vehicle, closing the doors behind them. Prompto, seeing the color had returned to (Y/n)'s face, allowed her to walk on her own.

The spirit glanced down at the trail. It was too narrow for a car and meant they'd have to continue their way to Malmalam Thicket on foot or via chocobo. Just as she thought of the large birds, Iris spoke up. "Oh! While you guys were gone, I saw a chocobo run past-and it had a person on its back! Have you guys ever ridden one? I bet it'd be super fun!"

Prompto chuckles at the mention of the feathery creatures. "Funny you should ask..."

Ignis glances over at the prince. "Noct, call a bird for the lady."

Noctis pulled out the chocobo whistle and blew it. Five birds came running at the sound of the whistle and circled around the group. Iris noticed the odd number of chocobos and how they would be needing one more. Before she could even say anything, (Y/n) already had a solution. "You can ride the chocobo with the (f/c) feathers, Iris. I want to stretch out a little bit. I might even go on ahead and scope out the area to clear my head."

"Are you sure?" Iris asked, unsure of the decision.

The spirit nodded with a smile. "Yeah." She petted the (f/c) chocobo's head. "Take care of him for me."

The younger girl smiled back. "I will!"

The moment (Y/n) went to transform, Prompto stopped her. He was clearly concerned about her. She usually wasn't one to run off and be alone with her thoughts, which he knew all too well. "Hey, is everything okay? Did Callyx say something to you?"

She lowered her head with a sigh, knowing she couldn't lie to him. "He said something and I can't get it off my mind. Hopefully a small stroll around the area will clear my head."

"You sure you don't wanna talk about it?"

She smiled sadly. "I'm sure. Thank you for the offer, though." Putting some distance between her and the others, she transformed. Once in her fox form, she stretched her legs and tails. After a good stretch, she shook her body with a faint growl before taking off down the path.

Iris, who'd been staring in amazement at the fox, blinked in awe and smiled. "Wow! So that's what a spirit can do. Now I wish I had one..." She watched the guardian until she was out of sight. Climbing into the saddle of the (f/c) chocobo, she gripped his reins tightly. "Let's hurry and follow (Y/n)!"

"Someone's bossy," Gladio commented, mounting his own crimson-feathered bird.

Iris ignored her brother's playful comment and followed Noctis down the trail towards Malmalam Thicket. As they crossed a bridge spanning over the river, the young Amicitia spotted the fox maneuvering through the woods. She stared in amazement as the guardian leapt out from the tree line and attacked a pack of seadevils prowling around the bank of the river. Iris was surprised at how well (Y/n) was able to handle the creatures and kill them before they spotted them.

Passing by the fox, Iris glances at her before focusing on the trail ahead. "If I remember correctly, you guys told me guardians can use elemental magic. So if each spirit is unique, what element does (Y/n) use?"

"Her specialty is fire. I've never seen her use any other element," Prompto answered.

"Wait, spirits can wield more than one?"

The blonde nodded. "Yeah. (Y/n) said there are spirits out their who can use all elements, but it's difficult to master each one. That's why guardians usually stick to one." Just then, his attention was drawn to the tree line when he heard a twig snap. He tightened his grip on the reins of his chocobo, urging it to go faster. "Uh, guys...?"

"Yeah?" Noctis asked.

"I-I think there's-Ah!" Prompto screamed as something emerged from the tree line and landed beside him. When seeing it was his guardian, he pouted childishly. "Hey, that's not funny, (Y/n)!" He thought he saw a smirk on the spirit's face, but he wasn't sure as she took off up the trail before he could check.

At the end of the trail, they had located the entrance to Malmalam Thicket. The chocobos refused to enter, forcing the group to proceed on foot. Leaving the large birds behind, they stroll into Malmalam Thicket. (Y/n) reverted back into her human form with a huff. "I meant to ask, but why are we here?"

"Alleged reports of a royal glaive being unearthed in Malmalam Thicket were being circulated throughout Lestallum," Ignis answered.

"Let's just hope there isn't a giant-ass bird that we'll have to fight," Gladio added.

"A what?" Iris gasped.

While the shield explained what happened to them at the Rock of Ravatogh, they carefully proceeded forward. The vegetation of the thicket was dense. They watched their step to avoid tripping over the large roots of the trees. In the distance, they could see movement but weren't able to tell what creature was waiting for them.

Further into Malmalam Thicket, they saw the creature wandering around was a mandrake. Iris remained on the sidelines, providing support for the others. I didn't take them long to kill the mandrake, but they soon found themselves in a tougher battle with a soldier wasp further down the trail.

After disposing of the creature, Prompto began looking around the area with an excited gleam in his cerulean eyes. He peered behind trees and into bushes for any valuables. When he didn't find anything, he wandered over to Noctis. Knowing his best friend was an expert at finding things, he asked, "Find anything rare or exotic yet?"

Noctis grinned in amusement at the blonde's eagerness. "Slow down. We just got here."

"Y'know, if treasures were easy to find, they wouldn't be rare," Gladio commented.

"We'll see about that," Prompto retorted, returning to his search for treasure.

"Try not to venture too far, Prom," (Y/n) warned. "Wouldn't want you getting lost."

"Will do!" He scampered off a little ways and searches the area.

"You sound like his mom," the shield commented, glancing towards the (h/c)-haired girl. "Pretty sure that's Iggy's job."

"I am willing to pass the title to another," Ignis chimed in.

"I'm more of the babysitter than the mom. You can keep the title of "mom", Ignis," (Y/n) said.

"A shame..." The advisor sighed.

Deeper into Malmalam Thicket, they face off against a rather large shieldshear. Iris used a potion on Noctis when the large crustacean knocked him back. The prince shouted out to Ignis, who used sage fire to fry the enemy. A large explosion of flames erupted exactly where the shieldshear stood. The bright, hot flames consumed the enemy and killed it.

As the flames died down, Prompto's attention was drawn to the path ahead when he heard the sound of flowing water. "That a...brook I hear babbling?"

Gladio focused on the sounds around him and also heard the rushing water. "A regular river, I'd say."

Noctis seemed to perk up at the sound of the river. "Oh, think we have time to cast a line?"

"Sorry, bud. Need to reel yourself in this time around," Prompto replied.

Continuing forward, they eventually come across the rushing river they'd been hearing. On the other side of the shallow body of water is Kellebram Haven. The sharpshooter noticed the faint glowing of the runes and cheered, "Hey! I know those runes!"

"It's a sign. We should set up camp," Gladio said.

Noctis looked over at his shield. "You a fortune-teller now?"

"We can rest up or move on. It's your choice, Noct," Ignis stated.

Noctis looked over at the two girls accompanying them. "How you guys doing?"

"We're fine," Iris responded.

"Yeah. Let's keep moving," (Y/n) chimed in.

"Whelp, you heard the ladies. Let's mosey on!" Prompto chanted.

With no safe side path by the river, the group entered the shallow water and trekked upstream. They could see a waterfall in the distance as they trudged through the river.

"Take care the current doesn't carry you away," Ignis said over the sound of the rushing water.

"I'm not sure my footwear is up to this!" Prompto wailed.

"Don't let yourself get pulled in," Gladio advised, helping his little sister upstream.

The marksman followed behind Noctis, but his foot slipped on the rocky riverbed. He yelped at the top of his lungs as he went tumbling into the water. Luckily, (Y/n) was behind him and prevented him from being carried downstream by grabbing the back of his leather vest. She helped him back on his feet with a heavy sigh. "I swear, you're a klutz."

Prompto smiled with a faint blush. "Thanks for the help, (Y/n)."

"Try not slip again." She went to follow the others, but was immediately stopped by the boy.

"In that case..." Prompto grabbed her hand and entwined their fingers together. "You'll have to hold my hand."

The spirit blinked in surprise. She was astonished at how bold he'd gotten around other people. He wasn't as shy as before to show his affection for her. "What's gotten into you lately?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, honestly confused at her question.

"Sitting in your lap, holding my hand..." She held up their connected hands. "What happened to the shy boy I knew?"

"He's, uh...turned into a man!" Prompto answered with a nervous chuckle. Truth be told, he'd only grown confident because of his chat with Geralt. His words struck a chord with him and helped him with his shyness. His eagerness to touch the girl festered after learning just how easily Geralt lost Cynthia. He wanted to show her just how much he loved her through simple gestures. While more intimate moments still caused him to become embarrassed, the smaller actions were now easy for him to perform without hesitation or becoming flustered. He didn't care anymore about who saw them hold hands or exchange a brief kiss. He wasn't even all that bothered by his friends and Iris seeing (Y/n) sit in his lap.

Although Prompto had became more confident, it stemmed from his fear of losing (Y/n). He has already expressed this fear to the girl, but that didn't cause it to go away. He refused to let anything happen to her even though it was her duty to protect him. He'd do everything in his power to protect her, which is another reason why he wanted her to be in reach.

(Y/n), after thinking for a few seconds, tugged on their connected hands. "Well, it doesn't really matter why you've changed. I love you for who you are, shy or not." She helped him up the small incline he slipped down earlier. "Anyway, let's catch up with the others."

Prompto nodded with a small smile. He tightened his hold on the spirit's hand as they regrouped with the others just in time to be attacked by monsters. The couple reluctantly released each other's hand and joined the fray. They were targeted by a group consisted of shieldshears, mandrakes, and soldier wasps. The area was open, but the slippery stones and frigid waters caused small issues during the battle.

Even with the small hiccups during the battle, like Noctis slipping and falling into the river because of the slippery rocks, the group was able to deal with the monsters. When all the adversaries were dead, the six proceeded towards the waterfall. As they did, Noctis was splashed by the water pouring down from the cliff. "Ah! Cold! Cold!"

"Freezing cold!" Prompto rubbed his exposed arms as a few droplets of water splashed on him.

"You oughta stand under that waterfall and let it toughen you up a little," Gladio commented, unfazed by the frigid temperature of the water.

"I don't think that would be good for my camera. Or me."

Iris was also cold due to the water. She followed the boys and (Y/n) up a pathway where they crossed the waterfall. With the guardian's help, she was able to keep from slipping. What she also noticed was how warm the girl was. "You're not cold, (Y/n)?"

"Nope. This cold water is quite refreshing, actually," (Y/n) replied.

"You should've seen short stuff on the Rock of Ravatogh. While the rest of us were dyin' from the heat, she didn't even break a sweat," Gladio stated.

"I'm rather fond of hot temperatures. It makes my magic more powerful," the spirit said. "Of course, the same thing can't be said about a guardian who wields ice magic. They'd most likely prefer a place that's frigid."

"I never expected to learn so much about spirits on this trip," Iris commented.

"Neither did I," Noctis chimed in.

"We all have learned valuable knowledge on this journey," Ignis said.

The conversation ended there. The group, after having crossed the waterfall, entered a large crevice in the cliffside. Noctis was still in the lead and guided them down the path. "Just keeps going on from here."

"Then we keep going, too," Gladio responded.

The ravine was narrow and seemed as if it had no end. No sun shone into the large ravine, allowing no light to brighten their way. Only the shadows of the rock walls provided them company.

Because of their clothes being soaked and the lack of warmth from the sun, Prompto could feel a chill nipping at his bones. The shadows of the gully gave the entire place an eerie sensation. "This place is...cozy," he sarcastically said.

"Well, I wouldn't get too comfy if I were you," Gladio warned.

"Right. We're not out of the woods yet," Ignis commented.

Making their way to the opposite end of the gully, they exit into a clearing of the woods. Prompto smiled in relief when feeling the warmth of the sun's rays. "Man, am I glad to be out of there."

"Don't speak too soon," Gladio said as a large form came into view.

Prompto becomes aware of the large bandersnatch coming toward them, his smile vanishing. "Not so glad anymore."

"Not surprised either," Noctis commented.

"Hey, at least it's not a giant bird," (Y/n) added. "This thing is a somewhat manageable size."

"Oh, definitely," Prompto said.

Ignis summoned his daggers as the bandersnatch closed in on their location. "Let's have it!"

Iris remained on the sidelines and only entered the fight when someone needed help. Noctis, Gladio, Prompto, and Ignis attacked the legs of the bandersnatch. (Y/n), in her spiritual form, used her body as a ram and slammed into the creature's side. With her weight, she was able to knock it onto its side and make it vulnerable. Noctis complimented her performance before initiating a chain-link attack with his companions. The four boys timed their combined attacks and were able to deal some heavy damage to the bandersnatch. However, it wasn't enough to kill it.

The bandersnatch recovered, getting back on its feet. It roared and barreled towards the boys. Out of the four of them, Prompto wasn't able to dodge in time. He was knocked off his feet and sent tumbling. Before the creature could spot him, (Y/n) dashed over and used her tails to lift him off the ground and onto her back. The blonde thanked her for saving him before asking, "How 'bout we kick this thing's ass?"

(Y/n) growled in response. Prompto adjusted his grip until he had a secure hold on the nape of her neck with one hand. With his other hand, he wielded his pistol. "Let's do this, (Y/n)!" The fox leapt into action and ran circles around the bandersnatch. Prompto fires round after round, confusing and injuring the creature as it tried to pinpoint where to attack.

Using her magic, (Y/n) infused Prompto's bullets with fire. When he fired his last round at the bandersnatch's chest, all the bullets lodged inside its body shattered and bursted into flames. It roared out in pain as portions of its body were consumed with fire. Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis stepped back just in time to witness the creature breathe its last breath and topple over. The three dispel their weapons and eye Prompto and (Y/n).

"How the hell did you manage that, blondie?" Gladio asked. "And since when have you two been training together?"

"It's something (Y/n) and I came up with," he vaguely replied. "And we don't need to train! The two of us are the perfect team! Right, (Y/n)?" He bent over and did his best to wrap his arms around her neck.

The fox closed her eyes when feeling Prompto's arms around her neck. Her ears twitched at the sensation of him burying his face into the back of her neck. He chuckled seeing her reaction. "I'll take that as a "yes"."

"I'm not complaining," Noctis said.

Ignis, who looked away for just a moment as the others conversed, spotted something in the distance. It was a royal tomb. Interrupting the conversation, he grabbed the prince's attention. "Noct, you might want to see this."

Prompto lifted his head from (Y/n)'s neck and followed the advisor's line of sight. His eyes gleamed with excitement when seeing the royal tomb. "Score! It's all about that treasure."

The group approaches the royal tomb. Noctis enters and obtains the Scepter of the Pious. When the younger boy left the tomb, Gladio huffed out a sigh. "Feels good to get it done."

Prompto, who was still on (Y/n)'s back, nodded in agreement. "Yeah! Almost makes up for the soaked socks and bug bites."

"Now that that's over, are we heading back to the car?" Iris asked.

Noctis wipes some dirt off his cheek. "Yeah. Let's go. I could use a nap..."

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[fanfoolishness]

a world for the birds (1/10)

Andy DeMayo took up birding years ago, but his favorite hobby takes on new meaning when shared with his nephew Steven.

A series of looks at Andy and Steven’s growing family relationship.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Chapter 1: learning how to see

Andy breathed in the salt air.  Another visit back to Beach City in Delmarva; a good place.  He’d forgotten how good, somehow, years of flying on his own and watching folks move away.  But there were new reasons to come back here, Greg and his kid, their weird space family.  He liked having a home base again, even if still he only visited once a month or so.  Some habits died hard.

Andy and Steven sat on the porch, watching the waves as they waited for Greg to come on over. They had dinner plans at the crab place down the street.  Andy was looking forward to it. He’d seen Greg last month, but it’d been a while since he’d gotten a chat with the kid, who’d apparently been spending an awful lot of time in space lately.  It was still hard to wrap his mind around sometimes, though Steven seemed to take it in stride.

Andy let out a sigh, watching the laughing gulls on the beach fighting over a crab.  He found himself asking a simple question.

“Hey Steven, you ever been birdwatching?”

Greg’s kid wasn’t quite as open and excitable as he used to be.  Typical teenager, Andy supposed, especially since the kid had finally started growing.  He’d been weirdly tiny when he met him the first time.  Maybe now that he’d hit that growth spurt, he’d figured out how to get moody, too.  Or maybe it was all the space stuff.  Andy wasn’t sure.

Steven shrugged.  “Uh, I mean, I’ve seen birds…”

“Nah, I mean, you ever actually watched ‘em?  Like those laughing gulls out there?”  Andy rummaged through the knapsack at his feet, pulling out a battered copy of Sibley’s Guide to Birds of Eastern North America.   He waved the book at Steven.  “I see a lot of birds when I fly, and after a while I got tired of not knowing their names.  If, uh, you ever want to give it a try, it’s pretty fun….”

Steven’s face lit up.  Oh, there was that excitable kid again.  “Sure!”

***

Andy mulled over the destination for their first birding foray for a few weeks.  The weather had been crummy for the rest of his stay last time, so they made tentative plans to bird the woods around Beach City and the local marsh nearby.  Andy sorted through some of his old books.  Was Sibley better for a beginner?  Peterson?  Maybe he’d throw in the National Geographic guide.  He went back and forth about it for longer than he would have liked to admit.

He knocked on Steven’s door bright and early, having landed the plane well above the high tide mark.  “You ready, kid?”

Steven opened the door, strapped to high heaven with binoculars, a camera, and a bulging messenger bag.  He was also wearing a bright pink jacket over a blue shirt. Not exactly nature colors, but it would be fine.  “Oh, I’m ready, Uncle Andy.  I was born ready.”

“I… admire your enthusiasm,” said Andy gruffly.  “Here ya go.  Take your pick.”  He held out two different guides.  Steven grabbed the Sibley’s, leaving Andy with the Nat Geo.

“So I just look up the bird I think it is?”

“Yeah, but you gotta have an idea of what type of bird is, or you can get confused real easy.  There’s like seven hundred birds in that book.”  Andy nodded to a pair of terns flying over the water.  “Any idea what those are?”

“Uh, seagulls?”

Andy tried not to grimace.  “Ain’t no such thing as a seagull.  Just gulls.  There’s lots of different species.”  He showed Steven the right section of the book, and the kid’s eyes widened.

“Whoa.  I had no idea!  I just thought they were all seagulls, and that they like to steal my food.”

“Well, yeah, that they do.  But those there are terns.  Caspian terns, you can tell by the size of ‘em.  And that bright red bill.”

Steven raised his binoculars, struggling with adjusting them for a moment.  Then he grinned, lowering them.  “I see the red!  That’s awesome, Uncle Andy.  I can’t believe I never noticed those before.  Are they rare?”

“Not really, no.  Now that you’ve got an idea of ‘em, you’ll see ‘em all over.  See the thing about birding is, it teaches you how to see birds instead of just looking at ‘em.  It’s not the same thing.”  

“What do you mean?”

Andy thought about the kid’s question.  They walked along the sand to the plane, Andy pointing out a few willets and a lone killdeer as they went.  As they neared the plane, he came up with something, huffing and puffing as they hiked up the hill.

“I mean… so many people see a bird, and they don’t even think about it.  Or if they do, they think, ‘oh, it’s just a bird.’  But there’s more to it than that, ain’t there?  You look a little deeper and you start to see it.  A red beak on a bird you thought was just a gull.  Or the flashy colors of a hummingbird or a painted bunting.  Or a little peep, just digging and digging away until it comes out with a huge clam in its bill.  And it just makes you think, you know?  Like what else am I missing?”

“You mean about birds?” asked Steven as they reached the plane, not the slightest out of breath.

Andy wiped the sweat from his brow.  “Well, yeah.”

***

The birding went great.  Andy found a smooth field to set the plane down in on the edge of the Beach City woods.  It was no Magic Hedge out there -- not that he’d expected that level of activity-- but he was pleased with the different types of environments the little wood and field had.  The field itself, full of horned larks; the deep part of the wood, where a woodpecker lurked frustratingly out of sight; the edge of the wood, where the flycatchers perched and watched for passing bugs.  Steven almost looked like he was gonna cry when Andy showed him the pages of Empidonax flycatchers, all of them almost exactly alike.“You don’t have to get those right away,” said Andy gruffly.  “I’ve been doing this twenty years, I still mix ‘em up if they don’t sing.  People just call them Empids a lot in their notes because you can’t tell ‘em apart.   But I’d guess that one’s a least flycatcher, sitting here on the edge like it is, and that sharp little call.”  

Steven wrote the bird’s name down in a brand-new waterproof notebook in pencil, tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth.  “So now I have… twelve birds for my life list?  How many do you have, Uncle Andy?”

Andy laughed.  “I don’t know off the top of my head.  I have a list back in the plane, though.  I think last time I checked I hit somewhere ‘round eight hundred?  Flying takes me all over, you see.  Picked up some great birds when I flew you and your dad to Korea.”

Steven gaped at him with eyes like dinner plates.  “How many species are there?  Now I wish I’d been paying attention when Dad and I went on that trip.”  He frowned.  “I guess I was thinking about other stuff, though…”

Andy looked curiously at the kid.  Pensive was an odd look on him.  “Uh, there’s a ton of species, almost ten grand.  A damn lot of them.  Always new ones to find,” said Andy.  “Ooh!  Look there!  Tufted titmouse.”

They ended the day with forty species, not bad at all considering it was the beginning of summer and migration was over.  Andy had managed to start impressing upon Steven the importance of birding by ear, especially for warblers, and Steven had immediately downloaded something on his phone that did bird calls, promising to study.  

Andy left him with the Sibley’s, Steven giving him a bonecrushing hug.  He’d hugged him back, awkwardly.  He still wasn’t sure what to do with his nephew’s affections, but he thought it was a good problem to have.

*** Bird photos: Cornell Ornithology Lab, Caspian tern; Empidonax flycatchers, Peterson’s field guide (was too lazy to take a good picture of my Sibley lol).

[mister-lady]

I did fic gmkfkdkfr. And it what, only took me several weeks to write a fic for Dice? Mvgkdkkf. This was still fun and I liked it :3 and sorry if ttheres a lot of typos, I only seemed to be able to write this before I went to bed or before I woke up so it might be a little sloppy fkdkdkdk this was also a lot longer than I intended so ubm,, sorry about that

AU: uhh.. I dont know if theres a proper au name? Store clerk au? Idk but you'll get it cjfms

TW: talk about food, mention of blood, mention of looking like someone got murdered, talk about sharks eating someone

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Matt had a party he was invited too, and for Matt this was a special occasion, so he decided to go out and get some formal wear! He had a few dresses and such at home, but he wanted something with a newer and fresher feeling. Lucky for him, there was a nearby tailor shop that he knew about. He's never been to the tailor shop because he's never really needed anything from the place, so he was a mixture of excitement and nervousness at going. Thankfully for him, the nervousness wasn't too overwhelming this time.

As Matt stepped into the tailor shop, he was quickly hit with the smell of strong perfume- or was it cologne? Either way it was powerful enough to give him a small headache the second he walked it. He couldn't help but notice the small bell that jingled as he walked in, and smiled at the noise. Matt decided to look around, and caught a glimpse of a perfume stand that had it's own counter and shelf to it. Matt could only guess that's what was causing his headache. He couldn't help but also notice how big the store was too. He expected it to be some small tailor shop like the stores you would find inside a mall, but this once mind as well be the mall. He could only imagine how much money this place was gaining to be so big, and the concerned him because that normally ment it was pricey, and Matt wasn't really in the mood to go 50 miles elsewhere because he was a broke sucker. The interior had bright white walls and white floor tiles too, and the lights made the whole place seem to glow, only contributing to his minor headache. Though, it did make sense that they would need good lighting if it was a tailor shop, which seemed to have mini stands inside that sold other stuff, like the perfume one he had spotted earlier. Matt walked further in to get a better look and saw some other people that were presumably with store clerks that were taking their measurements or picking out clothing that would work with them. Matt also noticed that the majority of customers were females, which made him grow a little self conscious and contrary to what the website said, he almost started to doubt if this place had items for more masculine customers like himself. Matt hadn't gotten too far into the store before being abruptly stopped by someone. Matt shrunk a little, the person that stopped him looked rather intimidating, they were wearing mostly black clothing that hugged his body and had a scarf wrapped around his neck even while indoors, and also had a pair of shaded circle glasses that made it harder to see his eyes, again, while also indoors. 

"And what brings you here?" The mystery person had asked.

Matt quickly scanned the person for a nametag, and found one on his chest with his name written on it. "Uhmm… I came here to maybe find an outfit for a party I need to go to later?" Matt was debating if he should bother using the person's name, as he wasn't ready to potentially butcher it.

"A party? Tacky; but fine. Come with me I'll help you pick out something." The man waved his hand, signaling Matt to follow him.

"T-tacky??" Matt blurted out before wishing he hadn't spoken up.

"Uhm, yeah. Tacky. We sell things like dresses and suits, not poorly colored and terrible silk clothing for a party no one is going to remember." The person didn't even turn around to face Matt while speaking, and kept walking.

Matt was left speachless, he didn't even know how to respond to that, especially because it was a slightly true statement. After a few minutes of Matt not knowing what to say, and feeling stupidly shy, he decided to at least look around and see if anything caught his eye. Matt didn't realize that the person he was following had stopped, and almost bumped into him. 

"Here, stand on this stool." The guy pointed to a small stool that was set infront of a mirror against a wall. 

Matt obeyed and stepped onto the stool. He looked at himself in the mirror before quickly looking away for several reasons.

"Stand up straight." The idiot wearing glasses indoors ordered.

Matt quickly shot up and fixed his posture and stretched his arms out straight and was quickly filled with embarrassment. The worker pulled out a tape measurement and quickly started taking Matt's measurements. Matt, like the dork he is, felt his cheeks flush at someones hands being so close to his body, especially when taking measurements for clothing, which that normally required waist and bust measurements. Matt looked away, avoiding eye contact like it would kill him. He was probably making the situation seem worse that it probably was. The worker stood up and put the tape measurement back into his pocket before seeming to think about something.

"Don't you need to write the measurements down?" Matt shyly asked.

"I do this every day as a job, I have it in my head." The worker spoke with a tinge of sass in his voice. "What are you particularly looking for, anyways?" 

"Uhm.. well, I was mostly looking for a suit, though I normally don't wear the overcoat with it so maybe just a fine button-up shirt with a tie?" Matt had subconsciously reverted back to being slightly hunched over and his hands were fiddling around with the cuffs of his sleeves. 

"I'm sure I can find something for that. Any particular color you're looking for? And what type of tie? Are you allergic to any fabrics? I need all the details." 

Matt was overwhelmed by the sudden burst of so many questions and almost immediately blanked on anything he was just asked. "Oh I uh.. I'm not allergic to anything, uhm.. I'm not too picky about color, and I'd prefer a bowtie." 

"Very specific, aren't we?" The worker teased.

"Well I don't want to seem too picky, I mean I don't want anything too expensive." Matt stumbled over his words.

"Darling, being picky here is what we need. Lucky for you I'm not someone that just throws anything on you for money." 

"Ah yes, how lucky I am." Matt muttered sarcastically.

"So, are you sure you don't have a preference? Becuase I don't want to pick soemthing for you and you go complaining." 

"I won't complain!" Matt stubbornly said.

"Fine, fine. You're words not mine." Then he walked off, probably to go and find something for Matt.

Matt couldn't help but think how oddly the place was ran. Matt didn't expect it to be that they pick something for you, he thought it'd be like any normal clothing store, where he could pick out what he wanted to wear. Of course, if a customer pointed out something they liked then the worker would probably get it for them or allow them to look around, but Matt would rather die than speak up like a normal person. Plus, this guy seemed to know what he was doing anyways, so Matt didn't mind too hard. While Matt was thinking about looking around he decided to see what was around him anyways. There was a small jewelry section nearby which probably had necklaces and earrings and chains and bracelets. There were also shelves on either side of Matt, not too close to him, but if he stretched out both of his arms fully, he could probably touch the two shelves. They looked like they would be shoe wrecks, but actually had folded clothing on them. Matt noticed an orange Hawaiian shirt with pineapple print all over it and three white buttons extending down from the collar of the shirt. He couldn't help but giggle as he picked it up, but made sure to not unfold it in the process. I mean, it was a party after all, right? Not some elegant ball. And it's not like a silly pineapple shirt hurt anyone anyways, right? He carefully set it back where he had grabbed it from, and eagerly scanned the shelves for anything else that might catch his interest. Most of the things on the shelves, as for the rest of the store, were all silky material stuff or fancy and were probably meant for more special occasions rather than a party that Matt was going to sit out in the bathroom all night. Yet… something felt different about the clothing on these shelves. Most of the shelves were a beaming white, and only had three or four shelves near the bottom for shoes and some folded pants or socks and stockings, and had hangers at the top for skirts and dresses and shirts and gowns and such. The shelves near Matt were brown and only had folded clothing on it. And Matt just noticed the prices were a lot cheaper too. It was like he found the discount regect section of the store. Though, Matt didn't mind it too much because he found a shirt he liked.

Matt was so lost in thought, he didn't realize his "buddy" had already came back. Matt actually didn't even know until a shirt got tossed at him, causing him to almost drop it. Matt held it up and examined it. It was a green button-up shirt with black buttons. Matt glanced up at the worker, like he was expecting him to say something, which just lead to them kinda blankly looking at eachother for a little bit.

"Well?" The worker prompted.

"Well what?" Matt echoed.

"Do you like it? I found a pastel purple one too, and you could maybe wear brown slacks with them, but I think black would better suit you." 

"Well I don't mind it, than sounds fine." 

"Don't mind it? We need something you'll love, not just feel neutral towards." The worker said it as if he was offended. "Did anything catch your eye maybe while I was gone?"

Matt hesitated for a moment, and shyly glanced at the pineapple shirt and pointed at it as if he wasn't allowed to touch it. 

"Really? That?" The worker questioned and furrowed his brows.

"W-well you did ask…" 

"Yeah it's just… theres a reason it's in a separated section from everything else." 

"I assumed so, but it's pineapples.." 

"But you'll look like a a torrist that got lost."

"Ouch, thanks."

"Look, I'm trying to say it nicely, but you'll look like a complete dork."

"No dorkier than your name." 

"Hey! My name is not bad, if anything it's plenty better than whatver yours is."

"I didn't say it was bad! I said it was just dorky." Matt said defensively. "I like dorky things. I am a dork." Matt added.

"Yeah, uh, you do realize normally dork isn't a compliment, right?"

"Emphasis on normally."

"Look, if you like my name I'm not going to complain, alright?"

Matt huffed out a sigh. "I just wanted a shirt how do these situations happen to me." 

"Here, I found this too." The worker said and tossed another shirt into Matt's arms.

"Jesus christ." Matt muttered.

"What?" 

"Dice- can I call you that? I mean it's your name but..- Anyways, this shirt stinks."

"How? I mean if you think it's bad you don't have a sense of fashion." 

"I mean, I don't but…anyone looking at me far away will think I got stabbed." 

"And then they come up, see what it really is, and want to try it themselves. It's perfect."

Matt shook his head in silence. The skirt was white, but it had big flowers on it that were a deep red color, making Matt look like someone tried to shank him all over. Matt loved flowers but this was just asking to mess something up.

"If it helps, it's better than your pineapple shirt that you wanted." Dice said, like that was supposed to help somehow.

"If you don't like the pineapple shirt so much, cant I just buy it then?"

"No, I'm trying to save you."

"Save me? The only saving I'll need is from when someone calls the paramedics cause I look like I swam with some sharks." 

"Oh yes, because being dressed like a fruit helps. It's not even a floral print it's a pineapple. I don't even need to explain what's wrong with that."

"Do you do this with every customer or?.."

"No, just you." 

"Wow"

"Theres so much good clothing in here like suits and dresses and better patterns and nicer clothes and things that compliment you, than some pineapple shirt you can get at a Dollar Tree store."

"Y'know, you almost make me want to thank you."

"Well, you should be thanking me." 

"I'm not going to." Matt made sure to say this in a rather playful tone, even though most their conversation had been teasing banter.

"Here, how about we just find something we can both settle on?"

"You're best idea yet. That sounds fine."

"Good." Dice walked off to go and look for something for Matt, but this time Matt decided to follow him as well.

It didn't take long for Dice to spot something and show it to Matt. "Here, how about this?" Dice offered.

Matt recoiled a little bit when it saw it. "It's not bad but..-" 

"But?" Dice cut off Matt.

"Well.. it's so scratchy looking!" 

Dice looked over Matt as if he was trying to check if Matt was being genuine or not. "You haven't even tried it on yet!!"

Matt timidly reach out a hand and rubbed it across the shirt before cringing back a little bit. "No."

Dice sighed before putting the shirt back and going off the hunt for something else suitable for Matt. Matt glanced around, he felt a little bad and a little afraid that he was being annoying, but he tried to push it away. Matt let in an excited gasp as he spotted something, before scampering off to go and pick it up. 

Matt picked it up with a wide grin and held it up to show Dice like he discovered something new.

"That one?" Dice questioned.

"I am not letting you talk me out of this one! It has a space theme and that is final." Matt pointed at the shirt he was holding up, which had stars and planets all over it.

Dice held up a hand to his chin and looked over the shirt like he was considering it. He ended up giving in. "Okay, it's not too bad and I suppose it's better than that pineapple shirt…"

"I don't know what's with you and pineapples but I'll take it!" Matt was beaming and was bouncing on his heels from happiness. 

Dice gently took the shirt from Matt's hands and checked for a price tag. Matt frowned a little, he completely forgot that prices were a thing since he was so caught up in his excitement. Dice glanced around and snagged a pair of long purple jeans and handed the clothing to Matt. 

"How much will it cost?" Matt asked, almost not wanting to hear the answer.

"....I'll just say fifteen dollars." Dice responded.

"For both?" Matt asked, surprised.

"I want to help you pay for it." 

Matt was surprised by the answer. "Are you sure?" 

"Mhm." 

"Isn't that illegal in a way though?.." 

"Maybe if you want to look at it like that, but you're cute so I'm letting it slide."

Matt felt himself get flustered at the comment, whether it was supposed to be flirtatious or not. He decided to not respond and just shake his head in response, though he was pretty sure Dice had noticed anyways.

As Matt ran up to the nearest counter to pay, he couldn't help but feel the need to Wave goodbye to Dice. Things like that happen when you become attached to people after five minutes. Matt was oddly surprised to see Dice wave back but was warmed by the feeling. As Matt ran off to his car so he could try on his clothes sooner, he noticed a small paper hanging out the pocket of the shirt he had just picked out. He grabbed the paper before it could fall out and got deeply flustered and joyous at what was written on it. There was a small drawing of a single die cube, and a phone number written next to it. It didn't take long for Matt to quickly punch the number into his phone and pray it wasn't some rouse. He decided to just send one small message saying "hi :D". Right as Matt went to put his phone back into his pocket, it buzzed signaling he got a new notification. Matt checked it and tensely checked if it was what he was truly hoping for. He read the message so fast he had to read it a second time after not picking up what it had said. It read:

Already texting me right as you just left? Someone's clingy and in love.

Matt sighed and smiled and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He had a feeling this was going to end up being something he needed to buckle in for, but whether that was necessarily a bad thing? He didn't think it was.

[thejilyship]

No Charge

Alright, so I wrote this fic for jilytober, but it kind of got lost in the flood of amazing fics that everyone puts out at the end of the month, and when I went back and read it, I wasn’t thrilled, so I decided to edit it tonight, because @women-inthe-sequel and I were geeking about fem!james recently and I after I started editing it, I saw even more people talking about fem!james, and I just think that everyone should be talking about it because jily can only be improved by them being lesbians. Obviously. 

Anyway: “Bartender!AU where the bartender says ‘we don’t charge pretty girls here’ and is then super embarrassed.”

wc: 2k

ff.net | ao3

Jamie Euphemia Potter sometimes worked at a small pub down by the river. Her friend, Emmeline Vance technically worked there, but sometimes she couldn’t come in to work her shift, because her kid was sick, or her babysitter canceled. James had worked there during her days at uni, and now, since it was off season and she wasn’t traveling to play games, she had offered to cover any shifts that Emmeline needed her too.

She was feeling nostalgic as she wiped down the counters, remembering all the times she’d gotten to throw grown men out on their arses because they were too drunk and had run up their tabs too high. She remembered all the hot wing eating contests between her and Sirius and whoever else wanted to try and out eat them. She remembered her and Remus hustling just about everyone at pool and darts. Her and Peter’s rendition of Somebody to Love had left no one wanting for... well they had all wanted them to stop singing actually.

They had had fun here and she was having fun remembering all of it.

The shifts were easy enough, making all the drink orders came back to her like riding a bike, and some of the regulars remembered her and made friendly conversation, something that made the clock tick by faster.

Enter the redhead.

Lily Jane Evans was new to town. Jamie knew that because her old boss, who was also the other bartender, had talked to Lily the first time she’d come into the bar, and then answered all of Jamie’s questions rather patiently.

Well, he had been patient to a point.

“Just go and talk to her yourself, Jamie.” Benjy said, picking up the cash box to take to the back office. “I only spoke with her for like, five minutes. Not even.  She’s friendly, I’m sure she won’t bite your head off. Though I’ll likely to if you don’t shut up soon.”  

Jamie huffed. “I can’t just go and talk to her.”

“Actually, it’s your job. Go and get her order and ask her your weird stalker questions directly.”

“Fuck off,” Jamie muttered, causing Benjy to laugh at her before he turned around and walked away. The two of them had always gotten on well.

Jamie looked down at the end of the bar where Lily was sitting. She started chewing on her thumb nail as she watched Lily twirl a stray coaster that someone had left on the counter. Her red hair fell in curls, stopping just below her shoulders. Her eyes were wide, round and a beautiful green. There was a light smattering of freckles over her skin, so light that if you weren’t staring at her as intensely as Jamie was, you probably wouldn’t notice them. Long thick lashes, a slender nose that was slightly turned up at the end, and her lips…

Jamie cleared her throat and forced herself to stop staring at the strangers mouth.

Apparently she wasn’t done staring in general though.

She had a bag with her, it was leaning up against the bottom of the stool that she was sitting on and Jamie could see a laptop peeking out of it, a few notebooks, a very fluffy pink pen and when she looked back up at Lily’s face, she realized that she had been caught staring.

Which wasn’t really a surprise now was it. Jamie still flushed.

Lily’s bright green eyes were looking at her curiously, probably wondering why on earth the bartender was staring at her instead of walking down to get her drink order.

Jamie grabbed a rag and started wiping off the counter in front of her to make it look like she was busy. Then she rearranged some of the glasses before she ambled on down to the far end of the bar. This wasn’t a fantastic tactic since she hadn’t been doing anything when Lily had first looked up at her. The look on Lily’s face let her know that it had been a shite plan.

“Evening,” She said, rubbing her palms together before she rested them flat against the bar top and leaned forward, not sure if she was showcasing any particular asset or just going with a pose that would show off whatever Lily might want to look at. If she wanted to look at anything. She might be here to meet a boyfriend or she might think Jamie had been rude instead of stupid. “What can I get you?”

Lily pursed her lips slightly, lips that had been painted a candy pink color, like starbursts. The pink ones were Jamie’s favorite.

“You seem awfully busy. I don’t want to bother you.” Lily looked down the empty bar and Jamie’s heart gave a leap. Not because she was being called out though, but because this girl came to play.

“I always appear to be the busiest when I get caught staring at the customers.” She shrugged a shoulder and pulled the rag down again, wiping down the counter in front of Lily now. “I can always take a break from appearing busy though, to get your order.”

“Right,” Jamie couldn’t tell if Lily was trying to hide a smile because she looked down for a moment and when she looked back up, she just looked as though she were considering her. “Can I have a vodka tonic.”

“Sure thing,” She nodded and walked down the bar again to make the drink.

It was only a moment before she was standing in front of Lily again, sliding the drink across the bar to her. “So you’re new to the area?” She asked, running a hand through her short, messy hair, not realizing that she perhaps shouldn’t know this about Lily seeing as how Lily hadn’t told her.

“And what makes you think that?”

“Never seen you around before,” She tried, shrugging a shoulder. “Also that’s what my boss told me.”

“Gossiping about the customers?”

“Only the really cute ones.” Lily laughed and picked up her drink, taking a quick swig that downed half the alcohol. Jamie wished that she could take a shot or two just then. Calm her nerves a bit.

“Right. But yes, I am new to the area. I moved here two weeks ago for a teaching job.”

“Oh? What year are you teaching?”

“Uni.” Lily corrected. “I’m teaching a uni course on calculus.”

“That sounds dreadful.” Jamie’s forehead crinkled as a hoard of number clouded her brain. And the answer did not match the fluffy pink pen that she’d spotted in Lily’s bag. Or the pink lip gloss. Calculus professors were supposed to be stern and monotonous and old. At least that’s what they had been in Jamie’s experience.

“Well if I want the universities funding, I’m required to teach a course. It was that or teach a gen ed lecture. And I have no desire to talk for two hours straight to a classroom of two hundred scholarship athletes not listening to me.”

“I was a scholarship athlete, so I know what you mean. Some of us are terrible.” Jamie nodded sympathetically and this earned her a laugh. Jamie stood up a bit straighter. “But is calculus really better than that?”

“Numbers come easy to me.” Lily shrugged. “And if you’re taking a calculus class, you’re probably going to try at least a little bit. I can work with that.”

“What is your research about then?” Jamie was leaning on the bar now.

“Oh, well, it’s not just my research. I have a partner. We’re studying the metabolic structures of plants to see if they can be altered or replicated synthetically to repair damage to living tissue on the human body.”

Jamie blinked at her for a moment trying to digest something that sounded as though it had come straight from a science fiction novel. “You want to make plant band aides?”

Lily laughed. “Basically. But bandages that don’t come off. Band aids that become a part of you and work just like the rest of your body.”

“That sounds like some science fiction shit.” James shook her head. “And cool as hell.”

Lily bit her bottom lip and smiled. “Yeah, it is cool as hell.” They smiled at one another for a moment longer than was friendly and then Lily looked down. She swirled her drink and then took a sip. “What do I owe you for this?” She asked, reaching down for her bag.

Jamie shook her head. “Oh no, we don’t charge pretty girls here.” And It was only slightly more than what she’d said earlier, but she still felt the flush creep up her neck.

“That’s absurd.” Lily grinned, though she sat back up, leaving her bag where it was.

“It’s the truth.” Jamie held up her right hand.

“You just get to drink here for free whenever you want then?”

It took her a minute to register and then fully appreciate what Lily had said, but when she did, she started laughing as she reached for a napkin and pulled the pen she carried out from behind her ear. “I like you, Lily Evans.” She started scrawling out her number on the napkin. “And no, that discount only works when I’m the one on this side of the bar, unfortunately.”

“Well that’s probably best. Otherwise it’d be pretty hard to keep the place stocked.”

Jamie quirked a brow, “Are you implying that you think I have a drinking problem?”

Lily laughed and Jamie clicked her pen and stuck it back behind her ear. “No, only that a lot of pretty girls would start hanging around here if-” Lily stopped midsentence as Jamie slide the folded napkin across the bar, stopping it right beside Lily’s drink. She unfolded it and then grinned before looking up at Jamie. Her eyes bright and shinning. “And to think, I almost didn’t come in here.”

Jamie ran her hand through her hair and that flush ran up her neck again. “How tragic that would have been.”

Lily opened her mouth to say something, but Benjy was done playing it cool apparently. “Oi! Potter! I don’t pay you to stand around a flirt!”

Jamie clicked her tongue and spun around to face her boss. “Actually, you do! It’s half of my job!” Lily laughed and Jamie quickly turned back to catch a glimpse of her smile.

“Go and clean the tables in the poolhall or I’ll sack you right now.” He went back into the office and Jamie shook her head.

“He threatens to sack me at least once a shift. And the real kicker is that I don’t even work here really. I’m just covering for a friend.” She shrugged but then reluctantly picked up the rag. “Though I should probably go and do as he says anyway.”

“Probably.” Lily took another drink and then inspected her glass. “You know, I’ll probably be in need of another drink by the time you get back.”

Jamie winked at her, “I’ll be back in a flash.”

“Not too quickly, I’m not trying to get drunk tonight.” Lily called after her.

“Perhaps you need to order some food in a few minutes then.” Jamie turned, walking backward as she talked to Lily now. “Stick around a while and give me the chance to ask you out.”

“I get your number and a date?”

“Yes, I might be jumping the gun, but you’re the one who keep smiling at me like that.” Lily’s smile only got wider at that and so Jamie spun back around and rushed off to clean some tables.

And just like that, Jamie was pretty sure that she was going to be thanking Emmeline for asking her to cover this particular shift, for the rest of her life.