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darkbluekies · 7 months

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Secrets

Mafia!yandere x reader x hidden brother

Summary: Silas has a brother you've never heard of, who seems to be just what you need, so you decide to escape with him, only to find out even more secrets.

Warnings: mafia, crime, scamming, murder, blood, manipulation, mentions of selling a human, smuggling, nsfw mentions (let me know if I missed one)

Word count: 5.5k

Silas has brought you to his family's summer house on the Greek island of Rhodos for you to be alone, away from everyone. Only you and him for a week. Weirdly enough, it brings you some kind of relief. His men and his work has worn you out.

"Stay here, I have to go get some food for us", Silas says and picks up his wallet. "I'll be back in thirty minutes, baby, so try not to die in the meantime."

"I won't", you promise.

Silas smiles and kisses your lips. "Good. I love you, little thing. I'll be back soon."

He locks the door behind him. You breathe out and finally relax your body. Being all alone with Silas has been excruciating. If he learned to keep his hands to himself, you wouldn't feel as tired as you do now. Every night, he wants to feel you underneath him.

Just a few minutes later, you hear the lock turn. Silas must have forgotten something. But the man who walks in … isn't Silas. You could swear that it was in your first glance. The man looks extremely like Silas with thick, black hair, dark eyes and broad build. This man, however, has a bigger nose and lips.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he gasps as he walks in. "I didn't know Silas was here."

You take a step backwards. When someone knows Silas, it is almost always bad.

"Who are you?" you ask suspiciously.

"I'm Ares, Silas’s younger brother", he says and holds out his hand in front of him in a pleading way. "Please don't be afraid. I'm not like my brother." He looks around. "Where is he, anyways?"

"He'll be here soon …"

"What's your name? You're Silas’s partner, right?"

You nod hesitantly. There's a bad feeling in your stomach.

"I've heard about you", Ares smiles sweetly and rolls his eyes. "Or not about about you. Silas never tells anything to the family, but I've heard that he has a partner. There's a rumor."

Ares sits down by the kitchen table. You follow him closely with your eyes.

"How is he treating you?" Ares asks carefully and points at your neck. "He isn't hurting you, is he?"

Your hand shoots up to your neck, remembering the (probably) hundreds of love bites Silas has left on you.

"N-No!" you stutter embarrassedly. "This isn't-!"

"Oh, I see. Sorry for assuming. I just know that my brother isn't a very soft person so I just- … that was dumb of me, I apologize."

"It's okay …"

Ares smiles coyly. You find yourself smiling slightly at the awkward misunderstanding.

"What was your name?" he asks.

"Y/N", you say.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I didn't mean to intrude like this. I was under the impression that the house would be empty."

"It's fine-"

Your sentence is cut short by the door opening.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Ares?" Silas growls and holds out his hand to you. "Y/N, come here."

You walk over to your boyfriend who is quick to scoot you behind him.

"Mom and dad said that the summer house was free", Ares says and crosses his muscular arms — something that seems to run in the family — with a cocky smile. "You didn't tell them that you were here."

"Why should I? They disowned me, they don't need to know about my whereabouts. Now get out. I don't want you anywhere near my partner."

Ares stands up. He walks over to Sials, glancing at you over his shoulder.

"A tip, big bro", he says amusedly with raised eyebrows, "if you break Y/N when you're having sex, you'll be living in involuntary abstinence for weeks. Don't be so rough."

Silas flinches forward upon hearing your name, as if he's about to attack him, but seems to force himself to remain still. Ares leaves, closing the door behind him. Silas turns to you instantly, cupping your cheeks.

"What did he do to you?" he asks quickly, worry glowing in his eyes. "Tell me everything."

"He didn't do anything", you answer. "I'm okay. You never told me that you have a brother."

"Y/N, he's a horrible man, I don't want you talking to him. I hid him for a reason."

Silas's usual jealousy is talking again, you notice.

"Pack your bag, we're leaving tonight."

"Silas, I don't want to go back. I hate it there."

"You're safe at home. Apparently, you're not here."

"Silas, who cares if your brother knows that we're here?"

"No one should know where we are, do you get that? Only my closest men should know about my whereabouts. I don't even trust people in my organization. Go pack your bags now."

You sigh and give in. You notice how quiet Silas is. He throws everything around and glares. With a harsh grip on your hand, he pulls you with him to his car and speeds all the way to the airport. You're afraid of opening your mouth. He's going to explode at any moment … but you can't stand this much longer. The second his private jet lifts from the runway, you decide to try to ease the air.

"Silas, please", you say quietly with tears in your eyes. "You're scaring me."

That seems to snap Silas out of his dark cloud. His eyes dark over to you and soften, as if he's realized that you're there as well.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby", he apologizes and unbuckles his seatbelt. "Come here."

You unbuckle your own and walk over. He pulls you down into his lap and hides his face into your abused neck. You can feel his heavy sigh.

"Why are you crying?" he asks quietly into your neck.

"I don't like it when you're mad .. every time you're mad, you kill someone", you whisper in horror. "I don't want you to be mad. I don't understand. He's just your brother-"

"I hate that piece of shit. Don't call him my brother."

You gulp.

"I will not let him take you", Silas mumbles and tightens his embrace on you. "He's always wanted everything I have. Even when we were kids. He threw tantrums when I got presents on my birthday because he wanted his own. If my dense, thick brained parents hadn't given in ye probably wouldn't he a piece of shit now."

Younger siblings are often like that, you're not surprised. Always wanting what the older one has — to be like them.

Silas lifts his head from your neck and presses his lips to yours.

"You're mine", he tells you and gives you a gaze you can't seem to read. "Say it, say that you're mine."

"I'm yours, Silas", you say hesitantly. "Please calm down, I'm uncomfortable."

He sighs heavily and intertwines your fingers.

"I'm sorry, baby", he apologizes. "Ares just pisses me off like no one else."

"You'll not have to meet him again", you remind him. "You ran into him by accident."

"Yeah, I guess. If I had known that he would stumble in like a fucking pig I would never have left you alone. I don't even want to imagine what he could have done …"

"Silas, I'm okay, right? Nothing happened. He was friendly, you have nothing to worry about?"

He scoffs. "Nothing to worry about? Yeah, right."

"Can we please drop this now? I don't want to sit with you if you're going to be like this."

You're about to stand up, but he pulls you down again.

"Alright, alright, I'll not talk more about it. Just stay."

A month passes. Silas weird behavior has finally toned down and to make up for his extremely overprotective manner, he's agreed to take you out on a car drive. Silas needs to meet up with a "colleague" to trade something he hasn't told you. You don't question that anymore — frankly, knowing will only bring you nausea and headaches.

Silas’s car has many buttons and screens inside, both in the front and behind the seats, LEDs that light up in different colors and heaters under your seat. The car is more comfortable than your bedroom.

He parks the car in a gas station, making it look like he's supposed to fuel his car, when in reality, he walks off to meet with his contact. Before he leaves, he handcuffs your hand to the steering wheel and locks all doors. Knowing that you can unlock them from inside paranois him. You sigh and look around you for something to keep your eyes on, finding a familiar face in the slot beside you. Ares has parked his red sports car beside the gas pump. He smiles when noticing you and gets out of his car. He looks around in confusion. You point towards the gas station with your free hand. Ares nods and scurries over to you. You unlock your door.

"Y/N, hi", he smiles. "What a coincidence. I’m so glad to see you. Ever after I was kicked out by Silas, I’ve been so worried about you. Are you okay?"

"What do you think?" you sigh and lift your cuffed hand.

"That's easy to pick." Ares picks up something resembling a needle from his back pocket and inserts it in the lock. Just a minute later, the lock clicks open and you remove the cuff from your wrist. “Y/N, you should come with me. I can save you from him.”

Those words ring in your head. I can save you from him. You can finally get away? Ares tugs on your arm and you realize that you have to decide now, before Silas returns. If you decide to leave with Ares, changes are you’ll have to live on the run for the rest of your life. You’re certain that SIlas won’t let you go that simple. And once he does catch you again, you’ll have to regain his trust — that took such a long time to acquire. But you don’t want to stay. You don’t want to have his suffocating presence around you, don’t want to be locked in his bedroom all day every day, don’t want to be present in that kind of lifestyle. You just want to go back to normal … although that will never happen. You’ve stepped into this world (although involuntarily) and now you can never get out — not fully at least.

Ares helps you into the front seat of his sports car. You find it humorous that two brothers who seem to be so completely different like the same things.

"Let's go", Ares says and hits the gas.

"Thank you", you whisper, in shock over what just occurred. "I don't know how I'll repay you."

"Don't worry about it", Ares smiles and glances at you. "I don't think it's safe to get you home to your family. That's the first place Silas will look. Let's go to my house."

"Silas doesn’t know where that is, does he?"

"No. Just relax, Y/N, you're safe now."

You nod and decide to sink down into the car seat. You wonder how Silas is feeling right now.

Ares stops the car in front of a white house before helping you out.

"Is this your house?" you ask.

"No, I'm just using this as a decoy", Ares grins and rolls his eyes. "Come, I'll show you to the guest room. You must be tired."

You nod. If you are. Ares unlocks the door and you step into an empty hall.

"You have to excuse the empty space", Ares says, closing the door behind him. "I just moved in, I haven't had the time to get all the essentials — but I do have beds prepared."

"That's okay", you sat softly.

"The rooms are upstairs. I decided to give you an upstairs bedroom so that in case my big brother ever manages to find this house, he won't reach you. I will be able to stop him before he manages to get upstairs."

You start to walk up the stairs.

"But he has many men …", you say quietly.

"Trust me, Y/N, after growing up with him, you learn how to win feuds", Ares chuckles. "He's easy to read, you know? He acts like a child. He hates to share stuff, keeps unnecessary grudges and plays too hard with his toys." Ares raises his eyebrows teasingly and grins at you. "I see that your hickeys are gone."

Your hand touches your neck sheepishly. "Oh, yeah …"

"If you're ever up for some soft sex that doesn't end up looking like a murder scene …" He holds his hand up to his head like a telephone, "call me."

You chuckle and shake your head. Ares smiles and opens a door to your left, showing you a simple bedroom.

"I hope that you'll be able to recover from my brother's treatment here", he says behind you. "I'll leave you be for now. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to tell me, alright?"

"Okay", you nod. "Thank you, Ares. Genuinely. For everything."

"Of course."

He closes the door and you sink down on the mattress, breathing out. For a moment, your entire body goes numb. You really did escape Silas … with the help of Silas's brother. You have to be dreaming. How much more absurd can it get?

You find yourself enjoying Ares's company. You often sit on his couch and watch TV while he plays with his phone. It seems to occupy his every hour. You want to ask about it, but after spending so mu g time with Silas and his demeanor of 'don't ever ask what I'm doing' you hesitate.

"You've been staring at me five times now", Ares says without looking up from his precious screen. "If you're going to ask something, do it."

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"I'm doing some business. I work mostly online."

"With what?"

Ares looks up from his phone and you freeze. You shouldn't have put your nose into his business.

"I manage a few companies, just a couple small ones", Ares smiles. "You know — buy, sell, trade. All of that stuff. Why? Are you interested?"

"I just … I don't know. I was just wondering why you were always on your phone."

"Yes, shit, sorry. I'm so used to working all the time. Were you feeling ignored?"

"N-No, not at all. I was just curious."

"That's good. Stay curious. Just not too curious, alright? It was curiosity after all that got you into this situation from the start, wasn't it? You shouldn't have watched what was on that USB."

You gulp, remembering how you and Silas met. You had found a USB in your bag that one of his men had dropped one day. He had tracked the USB ones it had been used … and found you.

"How did you know that?" you ask.

"Do you want to know a secret?" Ares smiles boyishly. "Some of my friends work for Silas. Just under cover, to spy on him a little. They told me. That's how I knew you actually existed. You're just a rumor, but my friends could ascertain that you were real."

The mention of 'friends' brings your thoughts back on your own friends and family.

"Ares, when do you think I can go home?" you ask.

"Not for a while", Ares replies.

"But I've been here for two weeks. I'm bored. I want to meet my family."

"I know, little dove, but that isn't the ideal for now. Silas could take you. We need to be patient."

Little dove? You think that it sounds eerily similar to Silas's favorite pet name for you — little thing.

"Don't call me that", you say quietly, suddenly feeling guilt. "It … reminds me of him …"

"Reminds you of him? I saved you, remember? I'm better than him."

"Yes, yes, I know … but …"

"Come here."

You walk over to him and he takes your hand, kissing it gently.

"You're just overthinking because you're scared", Ares says. "I get that. My brother put you through horrific things. But you don't have to be afraid anymore. You're with me now. Trust me. Trust that I'm doing what's best for you."

You nod, but can't help but feel like his grip on your hand is a bit too tight. You look into his black eyes, searching for some kind of excuse for it — he's just trying to be comforting, it's just how strong his hands are … it runs in the family.

When going to bed that night, you're left with a heavy feeling in your stomach. Ares has been nothing but kind to you, so why do you suddenly feel uneasy? Or is it really sudden? Didn't you feel uncomfortable in his presence the very second you met him for the first time? Before he flashed you that boyish smile of his? Or do you just miss Silas? That can't be it … can it?

You turn in bed.

Something doesn't feel right. Ares is supposed to be different from Silas, why does everything he does remind you of him? Just being brothers can't be the entire reason. Ares's car is the same type, just in a different color, his flirty behavior reminds you of Silas, just a tad bit different, his strong grip in your hand felt exactly like him and the way he called you "little dove" makes your stomach turn.

What was it that Ares worked with? Did he ever tell you what he bought and sold and traded? He never told you what companies he owns.

You sit up and look around in the dark room. Ares haven't put in any effort to go out and buy furniture for his new house. The house itself doesn't make sense. Everything about Ares seems so similar to Silas, how come the house is the only thing that separates them? Silas has his black, modern, renovated villah and Ares has … an old, white house? While owning a sports car? While managing so many companies?

Suddenly, you get it all. Why haven't you noticed it before? Have you been trying to pretend that everything is fine so badly that you've missed all the red flags? You scurry out of bed and change into your clothes with shaking hands.

You sneak out into the corridor, hearing Ares's voice from downstairs.

"No, they're asleep", he says. "Yeah, I'm thinking about doing that … they seem to piece things together and so does my idiotic brother. I can't keep them here. I'm thinking Spain. Silas will never find us there. Last I heard he got banned from entering the country. Or that might have been England. I'm not sure. Bastard's probably banned from half of Europe by now." Ares chuckles. "We'll do just fine in Spain. I know some people there that would pay a lot of money for Y/N. All because they're Silas’s partner, isn't that funny? Everyone has something against Silas and to piss him off, you have to use his little partner."

You freeze. Is Ares planning to smuggle you out of the country to sell you to one of Silas’s enemies? You have to get out of here. Oh, how you wish you were at Silas’s house right now, that you had never accepted Ares’s help. You really do miss your forced boyfriend.

You sneak down the stairs, feeling lightheaded when the wood under your feet creaks.

"I have to go, mate, I think I have a wandering toddler", Ares says.

You hear him get up from his armchair and suddenly he appears in your vision, right in front of you down the stairs. He smiles sweetly, but you tense up.

"What's wrong?" he asks. "Can't sleep?"

"Are you taking me to Spain?" you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

He seems to be taken aback for a second but quickly gathers himself. "Yes, I thought that it would be good for you to change scenery to recover. You'll love Spain."

"I don't want to leave the country, Ares. I can recover here. I promise."

Ares eyes narrow. He must have heard the shaking in your voice that you tried so desperately to hide.

"Y/N, do you believe that I want you harm?" he asks calmly, leaning his hand on the wall.

Your heart starts to beat.

"No, of course not", you lie.

Ares smiles and walks up the steps to you. You fight the urge to flinch, suddenly feeling like you're back in Silas’s house — although you were more comfortable in Silas’s company. You knew him better.

"Let's think about it", Ares smiles and rubs your back. "It's late. Spain doesn't disappear overnight, we have time to come to a decision. Come."

He leads you back to your room and gives you your pajamas before leaving you alone. You change and sit down on your bed, holding a shaking hand over your chest.

Suddenly, you hear the door lock. You rush over, feeling the handle — just to assure you that you didn't hear things. It is indeed locked.

"Fuck …", you whisper. "Oh my God, Silas, help me."

You decide to play along.

You sit with Ares in the living room every evening, watching the TV. And then, the day comes when you’re supposed to go to Spain. The night before, you know that you have to do something. You don’t want to leave the country. Not with him.

You put on your clothes and sneak downstairs, finding Ares on his phone as usual. He doesn’t see you sneak by the living room door, over to the front door. You try it once. Locked. This old house needs to be unlocked with a key from the inside — a key you don’t have. You look around quickly, glancing every minute towards the living room. You try the window. Nothing. The only window responding to your tries are the kitchen window above the sink. As quiet as you possibly can, you get up on the counter and pull the window open. WHen climbing out, you accidentally knock a glass over. The sound of glass crashing against metal in the sink makes your heart drop. You don’t wait for any responses. Without a second doubt, you jump down onto the grass outside and run. Past his red sports car, past the gates, down the street.

From your month at Ares’s house, you’ve learned that the people in the surrounding houses are nothing more than drug addicted humans. No reason to try to get help from them. You run until an old telephone box appears in the distance. If there’s one phone number you’ve had to memorize, it’s Silas. You’re surprised he hasn’t tattooed it on you to make sure you don’t forget.

You know that you should call the police. You really should … but you have a feeling that they won’t be much help. If there’s one that will help you at all cost … it’s Silas. He will do what it takes. You can’t waste this opportunity on something and someone that might not work.

You rip the glass door open and grab the phone.

“A quarter?” you pant in panic, looking around. “I don’t have a quarter!”

To your big surprise, someone must have dropped one while fumbling with their wallet before you. You pick up the shiny coin and press it into the slot before hurrying to press in the phone number.

“Please pick up, please”, you plead, panting. Your entire body is jittering, you can’t stand still. “Please, Silas!”

Finally, the long signals break. Silence.

"Hello?" you pant.

"Y/N?" Silas gasps.

A weird relief flows through you when hearing his voice. You hadn't realized that you had … missed it.

"I was wondering who had gotten my private number!" he continues quickly. "Where are you? Are you safe?"

"Ares wants to take me out of the country — to Spain! He wants to leave tomorrow. I'm so sorry I didn't believe you! You were right about him-"

"Where are you?"

You give him the description of the place while he forces his men to track the call. You crouch down while sobbing. Your entire body trembles.

"Don't worry, baby, I will get you", Silas comforts you. "You'll be safe soon, okay? Just hold out for me. I'll be-"

"Deposit another quarter to keep the call going."

"Fuck!" you shout and slam the phone back in its place.

Everything seems so quiet again. You open the phone box to get some fresh air when you see him. He's standing with his back leaned against the glass cubicle. You freeze.

"You're not a good actor, Y/N", Ares says with a small smile. "You heard everything I said in my phone call that night. You couldn't fool me."

"You were going to smuggle me out of the country and sell me!" you say through gritted teeth. "Silas was right about you. You are jealous of him, want everything he has. But you'll never have that. You're just a copycat."

Ares stands up and takes a step closer. He towers over you like a predator. You force yourself to stand your ground while glaring at him.

"A copycat?" he asks, raising his eyebrows testingly. You can hear how he's trying his best to stay calm. "How can I copy someone who isn't deserving of anything? He doesn't deserve even half of the things he's gotten. Not his empire, not his wealth, not his reputation, not you."

You gulp, but train your glare on him.

"And you do, or what?" you question.

"I've actually decided to keep you", Ares says with raised eyebrows. "I'm not going to sell you. How could I? Not after you've been so good to me, actually giving me attention for once. Do you know how sick I am of hearing 'Silas this', 'Silas that'? Despite disowning him, my parents still talk about him constantly! It's always been that way. No one cares what Ares does." He points at you. "You listened to me. You had a good time spending time with me — don't try to lie about it — and I'm not letting you go. I'm not going to be alone again. Silas doesn't take care of you in the way I do. In one month, I've fixed what he's destroyed. Unlike him, I give you freedom. I give you what you want. Silas didn't give you a TV, didn't even let you out of your fucking bedroom! He never answered your questions, I do."

"You tricked me. That day you stumbled into the house the only time we were there wasn't a coincidence, was it? Or the day you met us at the gas station? Your friends had told you, hadn't they? Because if they hadn't, how would you just happen to have a lock pick just when I needed one? You pretended that you were nice to lure me away from Silas, but you're just as bad as him."

"So why do you try to go back to Silas, hm? If he's as bad as me? If you can love him, you can love me too, if you are so persistent that we're the exact same."

"Because at least Silas doesn't pretend to be someone else and would never even think about selling me. But since you're so money hungry, Ares, what do you work with? Your companies. They're not legal, are they? None of the money you have is clean, like you pass them as."

"Silas money isn't clean either. If you're going to call me a scum, you better take a good, hard look at your boyfriend. He has people killed, tortured and manhandled. I don't do that. The worst thing I do is put people into debt, I do not kill."

"People die because of that — and that is your fault. You're both bad, don't pretend to be someone honest." Your eyebrows twitch. "For your information, I would never go to Spain with you, even if I didn't know what a total psychopath you are."

Ares smiles a predatory smile that makes your veins turn to ice. "You're going to Spain with me if I have to drag you by your hair."

You give him one last glare before you run. He sets off after you, grabbing you by your arm. He folds it and reaches for the other while kicking the back of your knees. You fall together and give him just enough time to lock you in place.

He drags you back to his house where his car is already being loaded with bags. A big box is standing on the grass with its lid open.

"If you hadn't been such a pain, Y/N, I wouldn't have to do this", he pants and pushes you into the box, closing it from the outside. "You could have sat beside me in first class, but now you go with the luggage."

You hit, kick and punch. Stars shoot from the pain.

"Let me out!" you shout. "Ares!"

Silence. You can hear the engine of a car starting and disappearing into the distance. And then comes back.

"Y/N?" a familiar voice shouts.

Silas.

You start to kick and punch the wooden box again, shouting back. Soon, the lid opens and you are met by Silas’s worried face. You have never been so happy to see him before.

"Oh, Y/N …", he breathes out and lifts you up, hugging you tightly. "My baby."

You cry against his body. He squeezes you in his arms, making sure that you really are real. He examines your poor knuckles, giving them a kiss.

"Are you okay?" he asks worriedly.

"Ares was going to take me to Spain", you sob.

"Yes, you said something about that on the phone. We'll talk more about it later, okay? Now we need to get you home."

You look around in horror. "Where is Ares?"

"Not here, don't worry. If there's one thing about him that he can't change, it's that he's the biggest coward you'll ever meet. I saw him in his car driving past, shouting that you were here. He'd rather blow off his entire operation than get caught."

You breathe out. Silas hangs his coat over your shoulder before placing his arm around you.

"Let's get you home", he says and kisses your temple. "It's about time. Ive missed you so fucking much. I haven’t been able to sleep without you, I’ve been so scared that Ares had killed you. I’ll cut off his hands for touching you. I’ll pluck out his eyes for looking at you, I promise."

“I’ve missed you too”, you admit and wipe your tears. “He tricked me. I’m sorry.”

Silas kisses your lips and caresses your cheek without saying anything. You can see tears in his eyes, for the very first time.

A paper on the ground catches your attention, but before you have time to look at it, Silas asks about what happened and you have to put it in your pocket.

"He has infiltrated your organization", you say as Silas helps you into the front seat. "He has spies in your group who report to him." You tell him the entire story. "He wanted to smuggle me to Spain to sell em to one of your enemies …"

"Bastard", Silas mutters and hits tye instrumental plate with his palm. "He knows I'm banned from there."

"Why?"

Silas is about to tell you that you shouldn't worry about it, but then sighs. "A murder or two. But that doesn't matter. I'm just happy that you managed to escape him in time to call me. If you hadn't … I probably wouldn't have gotten you back.”

You fiddle with your fingers guiltily in your lap. "I'm sorry for not believing you …"

"Don't be. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you along. I shouldn’t have thought that he’d give up. Ares is a master manipulator. That's why his businesses are going so well. He knows how to manipulate his way into getting what he wants. He played on your insecurities and fears. I should have protected you better.”

“What will happen to him?”

“I’ll let that cowardly cockroach slip away this time. But the next time I see him, I will kill him.” Silas takes your hand with his free one. “From here on, I’ll make sure it never happens again. I’ll get better security and I’ll make sure we can do more stuff … to make sure that you aren’t locked in the bedroom all the time.”

“That sounds nice …” you say quietly.

You sit in silence for a while. Suddenly, you remember the paper in your pocket. You pick it out and fold it open. For a few seconds, you’re sure that you can’t breathe.

'I will come back for you and when I do, it’s going to be bloody'

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INKED

MATT STURNIOLO

a/n: this is my first oneshot and i deadass have no idea what im doing, go easy on me. im so used to writing full stories i kind of struggle with stand alone oneshots but yeah, i appreciate constructive criticism

3.6k words

warnings/content ahead: the bitch is getting tattooed yall, smut, p in v, brief fingering, degrading, hair pulling, the plot that leads up to the smut is longer than the smut itself ☠️

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You felt the prickly needle press ink in and out of your flesh, it spared small stings that you didn't exactly hate. Nick sat on his living room couch not far away from you, but still far enough to raise his voice a little so you could properly hear him. He had a good bond with the tattoo artist, and she didn't mind coming to his house to ink him up.

Nick sat with his short sleeve rolled above his shoulder, revealing a tattoo he had just got done with. His shoulder is sore and red, covered in a layer of antibiotic ointment and plastic wrap. Earlier today he had invited you over, since he knew how long you've been wanting a tattoo, and you had decided you know what, fuck it. You tagged along. You and Nick are close, he's one of your only best friends in LA, since it isn't really where you're originally from. You two would hang out any chance the other was free.

It often got annoying for his other brothers how much you were around, but they had caught a quick loving for you and found the place empty and weird when you weren't there, considering how much you were with Nick.

The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the silent void before it was interrupted by a TikTok Nick was watching on full volume, making you two laugh as the tattoo artist held down on your waist to keep you from messing her up. You were getting a tramp stamp tattoo on your lower back, your sweatpants folded right on where your underwear begins.

A few minutes pass of just buzzing, your stinging skin, loud TikToks, and the smell of antiseptic.

"We should make a TikTok." Nick announced after a while. You raise an eyebrow, "Now?" you wondered. Nick nods, taking the throw blanket from off of him and getting up. "I don't know Nick, kind of in the middle of getting a tattoo." You smiled up at him as he got closer. You were laying on your stomach, your body against the black leather chair wrapped in plastic, but your elbows kept the rest of your body that weren't your ribs, up, so you could use your phone.

"Oh please, you look hot as hell right now." He stood, chuckling. You rolled your eyes. "Nick. I'm in sweatpants and a tank." Nick looked at you from his phone, tapping a few things on there which you assumed had to do with TikTok. He quite literally sighed. "You are so unaware of yourself, girl."

You shrugged and blew him a kiss. "So TikTok or nah? I want to do, like a transition of our tattoos and us lip syncing to some shit song from the 2010's. I already made a draft of myself doing it before I got this bad boy." He points to his new splotchy tattoo of the bat on his shoulder. "Yeah, guess so. You're gonna have to film me in the midst of getting my tattoo, though. I didn't exactly record myself before this."

With the press of a time skip button, you guys filmed the TikTok, posted it, and Nick declared he was tired, going for a nap to his room. This wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be asleep with you here, you'd do it all the time when he was at your place, and either one of you guys eventually followed in the others footsteps, finishing whatever you were doing and going to lay beside them to sleep too.

The front door of the house opened, and you already knew it was Matt and Chris. They were running errands for their manager and Nick had decided to stay behind with you, since you were planning on getting tattoos together. Footsteps creep into the place and you wait for their reaction. They didn't exactly know you were also getting one, and they knew about your commitment issues with tattoos, so this was kind of a big deal.

Chris walks in first and doesn't even turn to look at you, assuming you were Nick getting tattooed. "You're still getting inked? How big is your bat supposed to be, Nick." He grabs a Pepsi from the fridge and pops it open. "Pretty big." You answered, your head resting on your palm as he turned to look at you, Matt following closely behind.

"Oh, shit." Chris gulps down the Pepsi, walking over to you as he inspects the tattoo on your lower back. "How does it look?" You question as you see Matt stop in his tracks and come closer to get a better look at it. "Fucking sexy. Good job." He holds out his fist and you bump it, smiling at the comment.

You feel Matt's gaze linger too long on your skin as Chris goes back into the kitchen, making another comment about the tattoo you didn't quite catch. The stinging on your back now feels ice cold. "What do you think, Matt?" You wonder, turning your head slightly to look at him.

"Bold. For someone like you." He mutters, walking over to the kitchen to grab a root beer, maneuvering around Chris since he's constantly in his way. You scoff. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Is Nick sleeping?" Chris asks, you nod, he quickly goes looking for him.

"What I mean is that it's a tattoo decision I would've never thought you'd pick." Matt says, looking at you from the kitchen as he sips from his drink. This could mean so many things and you found yourself getting confused. What? "Matt, I'm gonna need you to elaborate."

It wasn't a secret that you were the least closest with Matt. Everytime you'd try to do the things you'd do with Nick but with him, there'd be some sort of thick invisible fog in the air, making you hyper-aware of everything you're doing and saying. Your chest always felt too heavy around Matt and the tension it weighed on you was too much. It wasn't normal, and you were sure Matt could feel it too. You knew a lot of stuff about him, and he knew a lot about you, but there was something between you two keeping you from taking the extra step of declaring you guys close.

He lets his eye's dart everywhere in thought, putting together how he's going to explain it to you. "Mmmm," he mumbles, "...no." He decides as he begins to leave the room, stopping in his tracks before he fully leaves, peeking his head around the corner. "You look good though, what Chris said." And he leaves.

You are beyond confused, you turn your head toward the tattoo artist, who was sharing the same look on her face. She spared you a shrug.

It's been a few weeks and your tattoo is fully healed, you loved the way you felt with it. The urge to get a million more tattoos on you was strong, but you held back.

On the other hand, being around Matt had begun getting more unbearable by the day. When you two were left alone, there was nothing to talk about. You would shift uncomfortably and he would bring out his phone as a distraction, doing nothing significant on it other than switch between apps. You were too aware of the other and the air around you would increasingly thicken. You were sure if you tried, you could slice through it with a knife.

Right now, was one of those times. Matt in the driver's seat and you were in the middle back seat, Chris and Nick had gone inside a store to grab a few stuff.

You watched his fingers tap the steering wheel, his thumb patiently rubbing against it, studying the fact they were slender and long, trained by veins that went down his hands. They looked so perfect under the gleaming hour of the sun. His nails weren't painted, so his short nails naturally colored themselves pink with a small white hill on his thumb. You let your imagination run free. Touching the dip of your waist or massaging the inside of your thigh. His fingers curving themselves inside you…

His eyes darted at the rear mirror, catching you focused on his hands. It took you a second too long to realize that. You looked up at the mirror and found his blue eyes fixated on you, dark hair sitting across his forehead and strands messily on his eyes. Your heart gave you a loud thump and a punch in the face of flushing blood. You didn't look away from his eyes, but you could still see his thumb grazing against the steering wheel.

Your brain was empty of words. You had no idea what to say and you were sure neither did he, until he began to speak. "What ever happened to that tattoo?" He asked, still looking at you from the mirror. You furrowed your eyebrows. It takes you a second until you realize he was talking about the tramp stamp you have. "It ran away." You answered blankly, because what kind of question was that supposed to be.

Matt sighed, looking out of the window, you watched him look outside as you calculated the messy hair that didn't seem too bad to pull on. "I mean, it never made an appearance again. No one ever saw it ever since you got it." He said. A small smile forms onto your mouth. "Some people have seen it." You mutter lightly, not bothering to look away from him as he goes back looking at you.

"Is that so?" He wasn't smiling, his face was processing a look of annoyance. You wink.

The car doors are pulled open and in one sudden movement, Chris comes in with a laugh and sits next to you, Nick follows closely behind, chuckling in that deep-voiced way he does after he made a joke he was proud of, and seating himself in the passenger seat. "Why are you sitting here?" Matt questions, not bothering to ask what they're laughing at. Chris takes out a Mento and offers you one, you reluctantly take it and let it sit in your mouth, wanting to suck the flavor out before you chew it.

Nick laughs even harder. "Oh, I didn't even realize I was sitting here. Chris, and you just let me?" Chris cackles, "It doesn't matter Nick, it's just the passenger seat." He puts an arm around you. "Plus I wanted to sit with her." He tells you specifically, looking at you as he begins to chew the Mento. "How I am honored." You sarcastically put a hand to your heart, not once taking your eyes off Matt. He was expressionless and began driving.

The conversation held on and turned into a different topic, you would make sly remarks here and there but for you, the entire ride home was hard. Matt would catch you staring at him, and when he had to turn the car back with his hand behind Nick's headrest, he would look at you longer than the road behind him. He didn't look really… pleased. Which had you amused.

He was upset that he wasn't one of the people who got to see your tattoo finished and healed, and you were catching onto that. The longer they'd drive, the more stern his expression would shift. He got progressively more and more irritated throughout the ride.

They make it home and Matt doesn't even give you a glance, he immediately heads to his bedroom and makes it known by his silence he'd like to be left alone. Okay, drama queen. You thought.

You had to go see what was up, it was just in you. After the conversation you two barely had and the eye content you held, which you were pretty sure was a hallucination you pulled out of your ass, you were curious to see just how riled up he was. Or you could get him.

Chris and Nick get a call from their manager saying she's outside, picking them up so she could explain to Nick something that had to do with their merch. Apparently she already spoke about it to Matt, so it'd just be Chris and Nick going to their studio warehouse to see, since that's where all their merch first goes.When they leave, your thought process changes in a matter of seconds. Seeing how upset he is, you want to see how hard you could push his buttons.

You approach his room and knock 3 times. No answer is received, you raise your fist to knock a second time, and by the first knock the door is pulled half open, revealing Matt looking down at you, expecting you. "What?" He asks, his eyelids drooping as he looks at you blankly. He changed into gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

"Can I come lay down next to you? I barely got any sleep last night." You lightly fluttered your lashes at him, holding your phone with both your hands. Matt stares at you, inspecting just how tired you looked. You looked fine, but he still opened the door wide enough for you to enter, not saying anything.

You lay on his silk bed sheets. Silk. What a slut. He sits in front of his computer, and boots open a game, not bothering to acknowledge you here. You don't like that. After leaving yourself alone with your thoughts for a while today, the least thing you wanted was to be ignored. Especially by him. Even if it meant annoying him, you just wanted to have some sort of contact with him. Either verbally or physically, you don't mind a single bit.

You clear your throat. "Thanks, Matty." He grimaces at the nickname, used to hearing his family say to him, but not from you. "My legs have been hurting all day." You say, cuddling into his pillows, stretching hard enough to arch your back. A real yawn escapes your lips.

"You don't work out, don't play that dumb shit with me." He says, turning his head to look at you for a moment, before turning back to look at his monitor. "Who said anything about working out?" You tell him. He stops, completely forgetting what he was supposed to be looking at.

"I don't know, I guess my tattoo really does magical wonders for me." A smile slips through your lips as you turn the other direction, your back facing him as your shirt exposes the tattoo, your pants hanging dangerously low on your hips.

You can't see him, but you hear him turn, and you feel yourself getting excited. "Why'd you get it?" He asks and you turn your head softly to look at him. His question was simple, but the expression on his face certainly wasn't. "Why does anybody really get a tramp stamp, Matty?" You respond to his question with another one, and he is giving you a look of impatience.

"Just fucking answer me right now, sweetheart." His voice isn't loud, but his anger is. He practically huffs and you feel yourself getting immensely more attracted to his aggressiveness. You turn your head back to the other side, leaving him unanswered as he burns holes in the back of hair, knowing that would tick him off.

You hear shuffling and then the bed dips, and your heart literally does skip a beat. You swallow your built up spit down your throat as Matt grasps your jaw and makes you look at him, your eyes meeting his blue ones immediately. "Don't look away from me, y/n. Why'd you get that fucking tattoo?" He held your jaw firmly. He was on the bed rooted on his knees, looking down at you as you laid on his pillows.

Your smile somehow got wider, flashing him your white teeth as you slowly parted them to answer. "So you could fuck me." Your eyes were staring intensely at him but in a lazy manner.

Matt's eyes narrowed, darting between your eyes and your mouth. "You fucking whore." He muttered, his lips pressing onto yours so much faster than you could say the word 'whore' itself. Your eyes screwed itself shut and took the opportunity as fast as you could, kissing him back harsher.

He let go of the kiss too quickly, which only frustrated you. "You got that tattooed for me, baby?" He wonders, his voice is hoarse and breathy. You nod so fast your hold almost fell off, and as embarrassing as it was, it was true.

You had only 1 body since before the tattoo, and you barely even counted it. Constantly being around Matt but not knowing how to go about it made you more desperate. He did something to you no one had ever done. Sometimes you would feel yourself pulsing for him, imagining your fingers as his.

The reason why you had even begun considering a tramp stamp is because of the sick fantasies that they held, using Matt as its lead.

Recently you got laid, and it was underwhelming and disappointing. Your legs actually hurted because you did a few squats the day prior, not because the sex was good.

"You fucking liar." He was smiling but nothing in his tone was friendly, his eyebrows were furrowed but his grin was undeniable. You licked his mouth and he pressed against your lips. "I wouldn't lie to you, Matty." You moan into the kiss, feeling his hand trail down your body and to your waist. A hand was on the dip of your waist and the other was holding your jaw secure.

Your heart was quite literally out of its body now, his soft hand trailing to feel your bare skin under your shirt, grazing just the hill of your bare chest, purposely not touching your nipples. In a sudden movement, he cups your breast and your whimper is muffled under the kiss.

He has his knees caging both sides of your thigh, pressing his knee into you. He smirks as you gasp. "Lift your hips for me?" He pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting you two. You look straight at his eyes as you lift them, making sure he holds eye contact. And he does. He does as he curls his fingers along the strap of your pants and shoves them off.

"Let me see it." He orders. You grin, raising an eyebrow. "That could go for a lot of stuff." He grabs the side of your underwear and lets go of it, having it snap against your skin. "The tattoo. I want to see it." His voice is more demanding, more gruffly. Your pussy was soaked.

"No." You tell him all with a sly smile, you liked him aggressive and didn't mind seeing how far he'd go. In a sudden movement, you are flipped to your stomach, your hair is being gripped by his hand, pulling your head up as you feel his fingers tracing your tattoo. His fingers were too light. Too soft on your skin, you felt your back arch as he decided to balance the softness with a harsh slap on your ass.

Some hair was loose, out of his grip, resting on your back. The rest are being pulled closer to him, you feel his hot breath whisper in your ear. "You slut." A smirk spreads on your face, biting your bottom lip close enough to leave it bleeding. "You talk a lot." You tell him. He forces your shirt from off of you, leaving you just in your black lace panties.

You're still on your stomach, your bare chest pressing against his silk sheets. Your underwear is slipped off of you. Two fingers found their way to your pussy, sensitivity rubbing against it, your back arching your ass into his hard dick. "Fuck me already, Matt." You moan, knowing he's only touching you to get you overstimulated. He ignores what you're saying, responding to what's going on in his mind. "You look so beautiful. Bending yourself for me on my bed, begging for my cock."

His fingers rub against your folds, flipping your stomach inside out, pressing against your clit and your moan comes out louder than intended. "So wet for me." He licks his lips. Just as you were about to push yourself against his fingers, he let go abruptly. A huff leaves your lips and you whine. "Sorry, baby, you need something?" He mocks. You give him a noise of annoyance in response.

He grabs your ass hard, and to your surprise, you feel his tip at your entrance. You immediately clench around it and you hear him moan. He shoves himself inside of you and you practically scream, your whimpering gets louder each thrust he makes in and out of you. "You feel that, slut? Is this what you wanted?" He groans, not bothering to stop. You answer by pushing yourself onto him, fucking yourself to him.

You pushed your lips into your mouth, loving the sound of his moans and whimpers. Your head was pressed against his pillow, and he went faster, tears started prickling your eyes, shutting them. Your noises were getting more intense and a knot began forming in your stomach.

"I'm.. oh fuck–" Before you could even finish what you were saying, you release. Matt slows down, every push in is longer and slippery with your liquid, your pussy tightens around him and he mutters a quick "fuck" and pulls out, cumming all over you.

You turn to look at him. He looked back at you. There were many times you thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but now, seeing your hair a mess and its baby hairs sticking to your forehead, your lips sore and red from his aggressive kisses bare on his bed, he thought he was looking at a goddess. You glare at him, noticing he's been staring at a few seconds too long. "What?"

"I think I might need to see that tattoo one more time."

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poppylovestowrite · 6 months

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Are you okay with doing Karma x female reader period comfort?

Period Comfort With Karma Akabane

"Can we not go anywhere for date night tonight?"

You were hesitant to make this call to your boyfriend and say those words. You enjoy date nights with Karma. And that's only because you really like him. So, to try and cancel a date with him upsets you. And for a second there you tried to convince yourself that these cramps aren't so bad, until you felt another strong wave of pain.

You gritted your teeth and clutched your stomach.

Okay, nope, you have to cancel it.

"Aw, are you getting bored of me already?" Karma says playfully.

"We both know I can never get bored with you," you chuckled, rubbing your belly. Your smile quickly faded as you tapped your finger, trying to see what kind of excuse you could come up with.

Yeah, you're not telling him you're on your period.

There's no way you can. You have three brothers who would always gag at the mention of it and make fun of it. Even the boys at your school can't stomach the mention of it. And since your relationship with the redhead is fairly new, stuff like mentioning periods made you feel shy and scared he would make fun of you.

You winced as you placed your hand over your stomach when you felt the sharp pain surging through you.

The small whimper that escaped you was heard through the phone.

"... You okay?"

"Not really..." You tell him softly. "That's why I wanted to cancel tonight's date."

"Are you sick? Is that it?"

"Um..." You shyly look down. "Not exactly."

"Are you on your period or something?"

The colour red burns your cheeks. Your silence pretty much answered Karma's question.

"Oh, is that that? Haha," Karma chuckles which prompts you to clutch your phone tighter, waiting for some typical jokes boys give. "I was only guessing. Geez, you had me worried for a second. You don't have to be embarrassed."

You blinked and unclutched your phone.

"You..." You furrowed your brows. "You're not going to make fun of me?"

"Over what? That's like me making fun of someone for wanting to take a piss. My jokes are far more clever than that."

"Some of them can be a little immature," you sighed. But you felt a sense of relief that Karma was mature enough to not make any unnecessary comments about periods, despite how unfiltered he can be. Man, you have good taste in guys.

"So, it is okay if we don't go out tonight?" You asked, a bit sadly. "These cramps are killing me." You were able to confess.

"It's cool," Karma said. "Want me to come over there instead?"

"Huh?"

"I know you still want to see me~" Karma sang.

You smiled and blushed. What a cocky guy, but what he's saying is true. And as arrogant as he is, you know he wants to see you just as badly as you do.

"Okay." You responded a bit too shyly as you twirled your hair. "You can come over."

"Great." You can hear his cute smile in his voice. "See you soon~"

When you put your phone away, you hug your pillow and let out a happy squeal all while blushing.

***

Karma's house isn't that far from yours. It should have taken him about 10 minutes. But it's been over 20 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend.

Where is he? You would expect him to be rushing over here just to see you.

'I hope he didn't get into a fight.'

Because if he did, then you were going to have to wait a bit longer for him. Even if you were super impatient and wanted to see him right now.

You were in the middle of making yourself some hot tea when you heard the doorbell ring. You instantly perked up. You didn't even finish pouring the hot water and ran towards the door and opened it, revealing the tall redhead.

"Hey," Karma smiled. "Did I keep you waiting?"

"Yes." You pouted much to Karma's enjoyment. "Don't tell me you've gotten into a fight."

Karma chuckled. "Nope." Your boyfriend answered your question by lifting a white bag. "I had to get a few things."

"Oh."

Your heart bounced as you realized why he took so long. Before coming here, Karma must have stopped by a convenience store to buy something for you. Inside, you can a couple of bars of chocolate, a bento box and for some reason, you can see a small Kirby action figure. It's one of those toys you get from a toy dispenser.

"Um... Why a Kirby toy?" You chuckled with confusion but with amusement.

"So you won't feel like you're the only bloated one." Karma smiles innocently with no shame.

You frowned. Even though Karma is not going to make fun of you for having a period, he would still find ways to tease you in a light-hearted manner. But at least it won't come from a place of ignorance or immaturity like some of the guys you know.

"Why did I ever agree to go out with you?" You muttered.

"Because you've been crushing on me half a year." Karma smirks smugly.

As annoyed as you were, his comment did cause your cheeks to burn a little.

You pressed a finger against his chest and gave him a small glare.

"You should be thankful that you're cute."

Karma playfully sticks his tongue out, basically telling you, 'I know.'

You invited Karma in and led him to the living room. It wasn't until Karma sat on the couch next to you he began to question the rare silence in your house. Because of your three younger brothers, the place was normally noisy. Not that Karma really minded, because it meant the two of you could be in your room for privacy.

"You're home alone?"

"Yeah." You casually answered settling the bag on the table in front of you. "My parents are working, and my brothers are all with their own friends.

"Is that so~?"

Karma tossed the controller over his shoulder, before tackling you against the couch just as you were about to take out the bento box. You squealed at the action but welcomed the physical contact, especially when he began to pepper soft kisses down your cheek and neck.

Karma didn't stop at kissing though. You felt him lift your hoodie until your belly button was visible and started to tickle you.

"Karma s-stop."You giggled in between playful protests. "That tickles!"

Karma did stop, but only to tell you something. He hovers over you, smiling devilishly.

"If you told me you were home alone, I would have come over much sooner~"

You chuckled. "My bad."

You placed a hand over the back of his neck to pull him for a kiss. He kissed you more softly and gently this time. His hands remained on your skin, but instead of tickling you, he began to rub your belly. The sweet gesture made your heart flutter. And for a moment there, your cramps weren't bugging you as much.

You would have continued to kiss your boyfriend, but the bento box Karma brought you hasn't left your thoughts, prompting you to feel hungry. Also, you still had to drink your tea.

While Karma let you eat, he decided to put on a random comedy movie for you both to enjoy. And for extra comfort, your boyfriend puts an arm around you, keeping you close to him. He would sometimes play with your hair, give you soft kisses, and even rub your belly every time he heard you whimper in pain.

"How are you holding up?"

"Feeling like my friend Kirby over there." You lazily pointed at the pink character. "And bleeding a lot." You mumbled.

"I think I should start calling you my little ketchup package every month," Karma said in a playful tone as he pressed you further against him.

"Please don't call me that," you grimaced as Karma laughed.

Ugh. Your boyfriend is super annoying.

Well, at least he isn't as annoying as these stupid cramps.

#assassination classroom #karma akabane #reader insert #ass class #romance #karma x reader #period comfort

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buckyhad · 2 years

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When Billy got caught.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x innocent!reader.

Tw: talks of first time, smut, Billy taking reader innocences, bad writting, all characters are grown up here.

Note: if you find some mispelling let me know, english isn't my first lenguage

Everyone at Hawkins knew you for how innocent you were. Always tilting your head when someone made a sexual joke.

Almost everyone thought it was weird that a girl as pretty as you was still so innocent, guy thought it was cute that you were so clueless.

Until you met Billy Hargrove, a walking menace.

Billy and Max moved to the house down your street, you became friends with Max pretty fast, so when the redhead approched you on school and told you where she lived, both of you were really happy.

Billy saw you talking to his step-sister, and looked at you pretty often after that.

And when you went to his house? Billy was a gooner, you always used the shortest shorts, and looked so good. He made sure to be nice to you.

But the day you went to his house looking for Max and she wasn't there? He was livid.

Billy heard someone knocking at the door and grunted, knowing that he was the one who has to get the door since no one was home.

"Who the fuck is it." He asked while opening the door "hi." His mood changed when he saw you there, in a skirt.

"Hi Billy, it's Max home?." You asked.

"No sweetheart, but she will be coming soon, wanna come inside?." He said with the nicest smile he has.

"Oh, I don't want to bother you."

"You never do, come in." He moved to the side to let you in.

"Thanks you." You murmured.

Billy has a plan, a not really nice plan, but it was for his own good.

He didn't really know how he was going to proceed with that plan.

"You can sit in the couch, I was doing some exercises so im going to take a quick shower okay?" He smiled.

"Okay, thanks you again."

Billy took his shower, but before that, he made sure to leave some clothes on the dryer.

"Hey y/n." You heard Billy screaming.

"Yes."

"Can you do me a favor, please." Billy has to play nice, he never say please to anyone, except you.

"Yes, what happend?."

"I forgot my clothes on the dryer, can you bring them."

"Okay." You were nervous, knowing that Billy was naked and you were going to get so close to him like that.

You made your way towards his room after geting his clothes, more anxious with each step.

You knocked the door and he opened, with only a towel.

You gulped and extended your hand with the clothes, he took them making sure to touch your hand.

He left the door open when he dropped the towel and started to changed.

You gasped, turning around as fast as you could, and he laughed.

"What? You never saw a naked man before?." He knew you didn't, he just wanted to make you nervous.

"N-no." You said.

"Turn around." He commanded.

"What? No."

"Come on baby, turn around." When you did as said, he was in a pair of white boxers, moving your eyes to the floor.

He got closer to you and took your hand, yanking you to his bed "sit".

You trusted Billy, he was your best friend's brother, and he was always nice to you.

He sat next to you, as close as he could.

"Have you ever kissed a boy?." He asked in a really sweet voice.

You moved your head 'no'. "Okay, I can teach you."

"Are you sure?." You whispered, you knew every girl find Billy pretty, and so did you, and with how nice he was to you, he made you feel safe.

"Of course im sure, are you?." He smirked.

"Yes." With that Billy leaned to leave a small kiss on your lips, and when you close your eyes, he deepened the kiss.

It was sweet, no tongue yet, making sure you were comfortable with him going further.

And then he kissed you roughly, moving you to his lap.

"Wha-what are you doing?." You began to panic until he smiled.

"I just want you to be comfy sugar." That sounded reasonable to you.

"Okay, okay, keep going."

He grabbed your hips, moving you slightly over his clothed erection. And for a second he believed in God, because who else would made you wear a skirt today, when he was all alone.

You whimpered quietly thanks to the new and weird feeling you were experimenting.

"Feels weird." You whispered.

"Weird good or weird bad." He asked, kissing your neck after that.

"Weird good."

"I can make you feel even better." That excited you and you let out a low moan.

Billy was on heaven, he thought he was dead for a second, being the first boy you kissed, and now he was going to be the first to fuck you? Fucking heaven.

He took his hand towards your panties, and moved them aside, feeling you almost like a feather.

"Oh." you let out.

"You like that sugar?."

"Yes. More."

"Ask nicely, and I may give you more." He said looking at you with hungry eyes.

"Yes please."

He smirked, loving how nice and pouty you were on his hands.

He put a finger inside you, slowly, making sure not to hurt you. When he saw your face, he added another one, moving them in and out.

"Fuck." You whispered.

"Tsk tsk, watch that mouth."

When you didn't said anything, he stopped. You looked at him with a confused gaze on your glossy eyes.

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry Billy, it was an accident, it feels to good." You almost cried.

"That's okay baby. Thanks you for being so nice."

He layed you on the bed, grabbing a condom from the nightstand, and putting it on his hard dick.

He hovered over you, tooking one of your hands in his bigger one. "This its going to hurt a little sugar, let me know, okay?."

"Okay."

He spread your wetness on his dick, and started to thrust slightly, looking at your face the entired time.

Billy made you cum at least three times, making sure you were not going to forget about how good he can make you feel.

He stopped fucking random girls, only calling you, no one seem to notice that.

Except Max.

When some day the party, including you and Steve, she took Steve to one side and whispered.

"I think y/n its seeing my brother." She said in his ear while covering her mouth with her hand.

"What?! Why?." Steve almost screamed and Max hushed him.

"Yeah, I haven't see him with a girl for a while now, and everytime she is around, he tries to stay as close to us as possible, and when he took us somewhere, always makes sure that she is the last to get off the car."

"Yeah, thats pretty weird, but he likes to fuck, sorry, girls and you know y/n, she would never do that." Steve cursed himself for saying that so harshly to the younger kid.

"Steve, i'm 19 now, not a kid anymore" she rolled her eyes.

After a few minutes they heard someone knocking on the door, Will went to get the door, when an angry Billy appeared.

"Where's Max." He said almost shouting. He stormed into the house, getting angrier when he saw Steve. "Harrington, where is my fucking sister, i swear t-."

"Hey Billy, Max is in the bathroom." You interrumpted him.

Billy stopped and smiled. "Hey s- y/n. Thanks you for telling me, my dad send me to look for her." Steve looked at him weirdly, and looked at Max who was coming out of the bathroom. She raised her eyebrows at him like saying 'I told you so'.

"Hey Maxine, there you are, I was really worried." Billy feaked.

"Umm, yeah."

"You wanna join us? We where going to see a movie." Y/n smiled at Billy.

"What?."

"No"

"He is mean why did you do that." All the party started talking at the same time.

"Hush, he is really nice, give him a chance guys." You said while grabbing Billy's arm and making him sit next to you.

When the movie started, Billy felt comfortable being there, but while the movie went on, he started to feel judge by all your friends, snuggling further into your side. When you turned your head to look at him, he make sure that nobody was watching to give you a small kiss.

"Thats it." Steve said turning the lights on "why in hell are you kissing Billy." He made his mom pose, with his hands on his hips.

"What?!."

"No way!."

"Max did you know this?!." The party started talking again.

"We didn't kiss." You said opening your eyes really big.

"You are lying!." Mike said.

"Yes I am." You lowered your head, feeling ashame for not telling your friends.

"You are fucking her, Max was right." Steve turned to Billy while pointing his finger at him.

"Steve!." Max whined

"Max!." You said.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know if I was crazy, or you two were together."

"Fuck." Billy whispered with his hand on his face, knowing he got caught in a big mess.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove smut #stranger things #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy x reader #steve harrington

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matthewkniesys · 11 months

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it was supposed to be a secret but we suck at secret keeping - jack hughes social media au

a/n: an anon requested a jack ig edit where you're cole caufield's little sister and you and jack start dating when you're at the beach house but you keep it a secret. eventually the boys realising you're spending so much time with jack that they start making joke instagram posts that you two are dating but little do they know they're right. so here it is :)

sorry for not having a cut but my pictures wouldn't load properly if i did

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: none i dont think

trevorzegras

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trevorzegras - my best friends sister looking extra cozy with my other best friend

Tagged: @/ jackhughes & y/ncaufield

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colecaufield - not funny trev thats my little sister

↳ trevorzegras - i think its very funny

↳ colecaufield - i'll chop your dick off for posting this and if this ever becomes true i'll chop jack's dick off too

↳ trevorzegras - i'm very very sorry it's just a joke please don't chop off my dick

y/ncaufield - well isn't this just hilarious...

↳ jackhughes - its so funny...

↳ y/ncaufield - no it really is and no one understands

↳ trevorzegras - im glad some people enjoy my sense of humor *cough* cole *cough*

↳ colecaufield - im coming to find you right now trevor and i have some scissors

↳ trevorzegras - okay okay im actually very sorry please don't hurt me

alexturcotte

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alexturcotte - more pictures of y/n and jack...(please don't hurt me cole)

Tagged: @/ y/ncaufield & jackhughes

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colecaufield - this was a bad desicion on your part alex

↳ alexturcotte - oh shit, currently trying to find where trev is hiding from you so i can hide too

y/ncaufield - i looked so hot in that brown bikini and i was just trying to get a nice picture but jack had jump in too... so very rude of him

↳ jackhughes - i stole the show as always

↳ y/ncaufield - yeah you did you little thief

↳ jackhughes - and im the greatest thief ever i mean come on just look at me in that picture...and if we're being honest alex should've just cropped you right out and left just me

↳ y/ncaufield - you are the most insufferable person in the world and my brother is cole caufield so that saying a lot

↳ jackhughes - its okay for you to say that i know you could never really understand my true beauty

_quinnhughes - they're cute

↳ colecaufield - quinn... not you too

lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 - had to add my own pictures since we're doing this

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colecaufield - i like you luke so i'll let this slide just this once since i know its a joke

↳ trevorzegras - are you saying that you like him more than me and alex??

↳ colecaufield - yes

↳ alexturcotte - jack im so offended

y/ncaufield - if i'd have known how bad at cooking jack was i never would've let him near the stove

↳ jackhughes - don't be a drama queen im not that bad at cooking

↳ y/ncaufield - i mean sure if you like it when the crust of your pizza is so charred that it's fully black and it crumbles into tiny pieces the second you pick it up

trevorzegras - look at me i'm a trend setter

↳ lhughes_06 - you could say that

jackhughes

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jackhughes - didn't really have many pictures of me and y/n (that i could post) so just enjoy my appreciation post for her

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yourbestfriend - hottest caufield sibling not gonna lie

↳ jackhughes - i know right??

↳ y/ncaufield - ...

↳ colecaufield - firstly wrong but secondly JACK WHAT

trevorzegras - y/n > cole

↳ alexturcotte - y/n > cole

↳ colecaufield - cole > y/n

↳ jackhughes - nope the right answer is y/n > cole

colecaufield - jach hughes what the hell do you mean by pictures that you can post... what kind of pictures of my sister do you have??

↳ jackhughes - well um you know

↳ colecaufield - no i really don't please share

↳ jackhughes - i'm just gonna not answer this okay

↳ colecaufield - no actually not okay

y/ncaufield - in my lake house summer era and i love it

y/ncaufield

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y/ncaufield - and you all thought it was a joke this whole time (cole please don't come for jack)

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jackhughes - my one and only my life line

↳ y/ncaufield - can i go where you go, can we always be this close

↳ jackhughes - forever & always

colecaufield - oh hell no

↳ y/ncaufield - you know i love the brothers best friend trope

↳ colecaufield - didn't know you loved it this much

↳ y/ncaufield - what can i say i guess i do

trevorzegras - I KNEW MY SPIDEY 'S SENSE WERE RIGHT

↳ y/ncaufield - congrats buddy

colecaufield - wait...who took all those pictures for you

↳ y/ncaufield - quinn :)

↳ colecaufield - why the fuck did quinn know before me also it suddenly makes so much sense why you and quinn and jack were going on so many boat rides together

↳ y/ncaufield - he caught me sneaking out of jack's room one morning so he's know for a while

↳ colecaufield - WHY WERE YOU IN JACK'S ROOM OH NO ME AND JACK ARE AT WAR

↳ y/ncaufield - i will always be yours if we survive the great war

↳ jackhughes - your brother is scary i'm not sure i will

thanks for reading🫶requests are always open for fics, blurbs, ig edits and just thoughts!!

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sourlove · 9 days

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My In-Laws ~ Part II of 'My Mistake' YANDERE TODOROKI SHOTO

TW: OBSESSION, DELUSION, MENTIONED ARSON, IMPLIED VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF MAFIA AND GANG ACTIVITIES

A/N: This is a quirkless AU so the Todoroki family isn't as fucked up. Touya never left but Enji is still lowkey an asshole. Also sorry this took a while, haven't been feeling very well.

READ PART 1 HERE

You should have gone to law school like your mom wanted you to. You had such a bright future. Now here you were, dressed to the nines, heading to an event you had no business being at, with a man who was convinced the both of you were madly in love.

Some people would consider it a win, especially with how powerful and wealthy the Todoroki name was. However, the circumstances that had led to your situation were less than ideal.

"I'm so glad you decided to match with me, my love," Shoto said, sending a small smile your way.

"You burned all my other clothes," you responded dryly, swatting his hand from your thigh.

The asshole pretended like he didn't even hear you. "It's good for us to present a united front against my family. This might come as a surprise but we aren't exactly a regular family."

You glanced out of the blacked out windows of the chauffer driven car you were in to the convoy that followed in front and behind, filled with armed guards. "You don't say."

Shoto sighed morosely. "It's shocking, I know. I must warn you that some of my family aren't very, how would you say, mentally stable."

"...is that so?" you asked the man who decided he was in love with you as he was tied up in your basement. Honestly, the whole thing was starting to sound like some big, elaborate prank he was pulling. But no, Shoto began his spiel, completely oblivious to your sarcasm.

"Take my eldest brother for example," he began. "We aren't supposed to talk about him, actually. It's...really been very difficult for my family..."

"Oh...did something happen to him?" You asked, feeling kind of bad.

"Hmm? No, we just can't reveal too much information so it won't be used against him in court." Shoto gave you a blank look. "He burnt down a school district. It's been really hard for my family to keep him out of prison so he's on house arrest now."

...of course he was.

The rest of the drive was filled with stories of Shoto's siblings and mother. You weren't sure if you wanted to meet actually them or if you wanted to throw yourself out of the car, but before you could make a decision, the car arrived in front of a large compound. You gaped in awe as the gates swung open to reveal a mansion and grounds even grander than Shoto's.

There was a butler who welcomed you to the mansion, while his eyes tried to communicate with you to run. Now that was a tempting idea. But there was no backing out now. Plus, Shoto had gotten used to your escape attempts and his hand was like a shackle on your wrist. You gazed around the interior of the mansion, your hands itching to pinch some of the smaller but still expensive looking art pieces.

"You're here!" A cheery voice made you turn towards the large grandiose staircase where a beautiful woman stood. She had long white hair, tipped with red, similar to Shoto's half. Must be Fuyumi then, the only 'normal' one in the family according to Shoto.

You smile thinly as she wraps you in a hug. "It's so to finally meet you!" she exclaimed. "Everyone is in the dining room already!"

Shoto snatched you back into his arms before Fuyumi could drag you away but she just chuckled and rolled her eyes at you. "Shoto was always so possessive with his things."

Things? Your smile grew a bit more strained but neither of them seemed to notice or care. The dining room was just as opulent as the rest of the house but you barely got to appreciate it, instead, all you took notice of was the mix of bright blue and grey eyes staring at you.

"This is Y/N. Don't be weird," Shoto introduced, oh so eloquently. The heads of the table were occupied by a giant red haired man and a tiny woman with silver hair flowing down her back. Two young men sat opposite each other and Fuyumi slipped into a chair, patting the seat next to her for you. Shoto ignored her and pulled you to sit next to him.

You nodded at them awkwardly. "Hello. Nice to meet you."

"You're kind of hot." A redhead with an ankle monitor and a disturbingly predatory grin piped up. "Like in a trapped mouse kind of way. I like it."

"Hush, Touya," the older woman said sternly. "He didn't mean that, dear."

"Nah, he has a point." The other young man, Natsuo probably, smiled at you, looking at you slowly from top to bottom. "There's something appealing there."

"I said don't be weird. Keep it in your fucking pants." Shoto glared at the both of them and if it were anyone else, you might have felt worried for them, however, the atmosphere in the room never changed.

"That's enough, all of you." The large man said gruffly. He must be Enji, the generally disliked patriarch. "Y/N, was it? Welcome."

"I'm sure Shoto has told you all about us. But we barely know anything about you, my dear," Rei said kindly. "How did you and our Shoto meet?"

"Oh, um-" You glanced around the room, wide eyed, only to be met with curious gazes from the family. Panicked, you shrank back into your seat. "We- uh, we met by chance, you know, it was like sooo romantic, haha. It was a park-yeah...".

Touya rolled his eyes and Natsuo scoffed into his wine glass. Enji silently raised an eyebrow. "Well, that sounds...nice," Fuyumi laughed awkwardly. "Very romantic..."

Shoto cleared his throat. "Y/N tried to kidnap me the first time that we met."

It was as if the tension just bled out of the room. Rei gasped in delight and smiled at Enji. "Oh, it reminds me of how me met! You remember when I tried to kill you?" He gave his wife a small, fond smile and nodded.

"Oh now, I'm definitely interested," Touya purred. "Looks like we have a little psychopath on out hands."

"You'll fit right in then, pretty," Natsuo added with a laugh. "We're all some kind of fucked up."

"I knew it!" Fuyumi exclaimed, eyes sparkling. "The moment I saw you, I knew you were special!"

Shoto leaned in, whispering, "I think they like you. Not sure if that's a good or bad thing."

Oh you knew what it was. As excited chatter from the Todoroki family began to fill the room, you knew that you had just gotten yourself entangled with one of the most dangerous groups of people in the world.

And that was a very bad thing indeed.

A/N: If you enjoyed this, please leave a like, comment and reblog! I need to sleep and get my shit together lol so this might not be my best work. Thanks for your support either way!

@sky2lar @justabratsworld

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exhaslo · 5 months

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Um, hi, this is my first request, so I'm kind of nervous and will probably ramble. I wanted to ask if you could write a Miguel fic where he's the reader's best friend's older brother? Something like in the song 'Stacey's brother' by Mad Tsai, except that the main character is a girl. Er, so basically, reader has been bff's with Miguel's younger sibling for a long time and she and Miguel started developing feelings for each other over time and he wants to tell his sibling, but she's nervous and feels guilty. So then Miguel starts touching her and teasing her whenever she goes over, trying to get her to crack? And then a spicy hookup scene too? But more soft, like a childhood sweethearts kind of thing? Sorry it's so specific, I just want someone else to write it for me 😭. Okaythanksbye!

Awe! Don't be nervous and I love the idea!!! I'll keep it nice and sweet with a little bit of teasing here and there for you! But don't be afraid to make requests!! :D

Warning: Fluff really, teasing, touching, making out

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Since kindergarten, you and Gabriel O'Hara had been best friends. The two of you were like peas in a pod and had to absolute everything together. From then until now, the two of you would always try to be in the same class.

Hell, not even the college life could separate the two of you. Both you and Gabriel had to get into the same college. Once you did, you decided to dorm together, at least you were until his big brother had something to say about it.

You had heard the stories of the big bad brood known as his brother. Miguel O'Hara. Every time you went over to his house, you never saw the man, until now that is. You wanted to find out why his big brother was holding you back from your best friend.

And lord was he your type.

"What gives dude?" You huffed, staring at the large man before you.

"(Y/N), Miguel is mad todaaaaay, he's gonna lecture you!" Gabriel cried out, crawling on the floor as if he was a survivor.

"It isn't like we're together or anything. You know your brother as well as I. He can barely touch himself out help." You said bluntly.

"Ouch, that hurt, (Y/N)."

"This isn't about that," Miguel said with a loud huff, "I just don't think the two of you fools will focus on your school work. You'd just play games all day instead of studying." He admitted.

God, he even sounded fine. You furrowed your brows as you tried to glare towards Miguel. He kept his stern look, towering over you. Whatever girl got with him was lucky indeed.

"Fair enough. Gabriel, why don't you commute from home since you live closer to the college. I'll dorm since my parents are moving out of the city. I can always come over and hang out."

"Here?" Miguel questioned. You glanced at his handsome face,

"Is there a problem?"

"No."

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There in fact was a problem. Gabriel was living with Miguel at the time. This was dangerous. Every time you came over, you could barely focus. Miguel was stealing your attention away from your best friend. He was just, oh so fine!

Honestly, you wanted to learn more about Miguel. Sometimes, you purposely went to the house when Gabriel was in class just to play dumb. Miguel offered to have you wait inside for him, but you always chickened out.

But not today.

You honestly thought Gabriel was home when you knocked on the door. The two of your shared a different class and had a project coming up. When Miguel answered the door, you felt your knees grow weak.

"He's at his club," Miguel said as he let you inside. You bit your lower lip, holding your bag tightly,

"Oh, I forgot that was today." You said, plopping yourself on the couch and getting your notes out, "I'll just wait here. We have a project to work on."

"Hm, I remember him saying something about that. What are you working on in the meantime?" Miguel asked as he leaned against the couch, his breathe tickling your ear.

"Biology." You did your best to avoid stuttering.

"Need some help?" Miguel asked as he sat beside you.

You could feel your heart racing as Miguel pressed up against you. His warmth engulfing your side. You were enjoying this. It was hard for you to pay attention as Miguel tutored you. All you could hear was the beating of your heart.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel whispered, his hand against your thigh, "You don't seem to be paying attention."

"Kind of hard, when I have such a good teacher," You muttered.

Miguel just chuckled in response as he stroked your thigh. You scooted closer to him, your hand against his. Your body was getting warmer as you got closer to Miguel. His face was inches away from yours.

"Fiiiiiinally! I thought I'd never be free!" Gabriel gasped, immediately making the two of you move away, "Hm? What are you guys doing?"

"Studying." The two of you said in unison.

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You kept going over to 'study' at Miguel's place. Each time, you and Miguel kept getting closer and closer. His hands were roaming a different part of your body while you tried to kiss him. Each time you tried to place your lips against his, something stopped you.

Not this time.

You were sitting beside Miguel, attempting to study. His hands were holding your waist, giving light squeezes every now and then. You were trembling under his touch. You bit your lower lip, leaning into his touch,

"Hey, Miguel," You whispered. Miguel stroked his hands against your back towards your inner thigh,

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I want to study something else," You whispered, slowly crawling onto his lap, "Do you think you can teach me this too?"

"I think I can,"

Miguel grinned as you finally kissed him. He hands rested against you waist, deepening the kiss. His tongue pushed itself into your mouth, exploring your wet cavern. You muffled into the kiss, wanting air, but Miguel was dominating you.

"Ugh, what a day," Gabriel sighed as he struggled to open the door.

You quickly rolled off of Miguel, squealing lowly as your skirt lifted up. Miguel resisted a chuckle as he fixed your skirt, his fingers gently grazing over your panties. You felt your heart race as you avoided Miguel's gaze.

"H-Hey, Gab! How was class?" You asked, leaning over the couch. Miguel glanced towards his brother, hiding the fact that his hand was now groping your ass,

"Any news on that test you took?"

"Uh, oh wow. What a beautiful day out. Hey, (Y/N), I just remembered that there is a party going on in the quad. Why don't we go check it out?"

"Sure!" You chirped, trying to ignore Miguel's touch, "Have fun at work, Miggy."

Miguel grunted lowly as he watched you leave with his brother. It felt unfair how he had to hide his relationship with you. You were his precious little girlfriend. You were only a couple years younger, but the fact that Miguel worked full time made his time with you so short. He needed more of you.

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"He'll be fine, let's just tell him." Miguel whispered in your ear as he sucked against your neck. You mewled softly, squirming against his lap,

"B-But he is totally going to sing that deception song," You whined.

"He'll get over it."

"But, Miggy," You whined softly. Miguel hummed to your cries and proceeded to grope your body, "It isn't fun hiding our relationship from him."

"I think it is," Miguel huffed, then heard the door downstairs shut, "He's here. How would you like him to know?"

Miguel smirked as he pinned you against his bed, locking you down with his body. You whimpered, feeling his needy lust and your own. You reached up, kissing Miguel. Miguel held your head, making sure that you left his room exhausted.

"Hey, Migs. I'm going to head over to the library for a bit. If (Y/N) stops by, let her know for me, kay?" Gabriel yelled. Miguel raised a brow, breaking the kiss,

"Why don't you tell her?"

"Well, you're her boyfriend aren't you?" Gabriel yelled.

Both you and Miguel froze and immediately ran downstairs. Gabriel just had a grin on his face,

"C'mon, you're my best friend and he's my brother. I noticed long before you guys even kissed."

"But the song-"

"Sang it at karaoke with the boys," Gabriel laughed. Miguel glanced at your dumbfolded expression and chuckled, picking you up,

"(Y/N), Gabriel's going to be in the library. Guess this gives us more study time."

"Ew, no. I don't want to know!" Gabriel cried out as he ran off. You just laughed,

"Don't worry! You'll be my maid of honor!!!"

"Nooooooooooo!"

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Hahaha, hope you enjoyed!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse

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yanderehsr · 9 months

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This is my first time asking, I mostly read. Could you make Astral Express Crew with Lumine!Reader? I curious about their reaction how Lumine!Reader reunion with her twin or brother. Like how hard Lumine!Reader try find him only get leaving again and leaving in saddeness. I bet Astral Express don't let Lumine!Reader continue findher twin and keep stay with them.

(Sorry if there are grammar mistake, English is not my language.)

I am currently replaying genshin and of course I picked Lumine😊 I have fallen down the genshin hole again and I can't get up

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Stelle: She doesn't understand, why is he so important to you, she knows about your brother but can't understand why you should care about him, he abandoned you she is here, look at her pay attention to her not him.

When you come back to Stelle, tears running down your face, it doesn't take long for her to make a choice, you shouldn't cry and be sad, you should smile and wouldn't you be much happier with someone like her, someone that won't leave you, she is sure you will understand one day.

"There is no need to cry, just lay down in my arms and you can let your sorrows melt away, isn't this so much better than being with him"

Dan Heng: He hates your brother, not for leaving you but for taking up so much of your time, you are always searching for your brother, why can't you pay attention to him instead, atleast he won't abandon you, so please stay.

Dan Heng's hate for your brother is only amplified after you reunited with him, who is your brother to make his love sad. Pray for the both of them to never meet for Dan Heng might just attack him on sight, but right now he needs to convince you to quit, shouldn't be hard.

"I don't understand why you would still search for him, you can just stay with me, I won't abandon you, won't make you sad and you will be safe, so please just stay"

Himeko: She allows you to search for your brother, if only so she can meet her future brother-in-law. Every fiber of her being is screaming for her to tie you down, to not let you leave, but she ignores it, she knows that you would never come to love her if she removes your chances to meet your brother.

All of that is thrown out the window when you come to Himeko crying and hugging her, your brother left you again, just after reuniting with him. If this quest of yours is making you so sad, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to just tie you down, right?

"Oh, he left you again. Hey, why don't you come with me to my room, we can drink a cup of coffee and chat"

Welt: It's a miracle that he even allows you to search for your brother in the first place, he wants you safe and protected, the idea that something could happen to you is something that keeps him up at night.

Welt sees you get sad after finding your brother only for your brother to leave again. He won't allow this anymore, this is hurting you emotionally and he will be damned if he allows this to continue. He has cleaned out his room, ready to house another person.

"You need to understand, I did this because your journey was hurting you, so please make yourself comfortable, you aren't leaving anytime soon"

#yandere #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere male #yandere female #yandere stelle #yandere stelle x reader #yandere dan heng #yandere dan heng x reader #yandere himeko #yandere himeko x reader #yandere welt #yandere welt x reader

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vbecker10 · 1 year

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Moving Day

Pairing: Loki x female reader (established relationship)

Warnings: kind of smutty (haha as close as I've gotten at least so don't get mad at me), fluff, brothers being brothers, forced brotherly bonding, annoying friends, nothing bad really... should be a fun one I hope (except for the ending possibly lol... there had to be angst somewhere)

Summary: You and Loki have been together for over a year and you are excited to be moving from your small, SHIELD agent quarters in the Tower to his much larger apartment on the Avenger's floor. Loki is looking forward to spending the day alone with you but you've decided to use the downtime between missions as an opportunity to force him and Thor to spend some 'quality time' together. After a few unexpected helpers drop by, you are finally able to get started moving your things into your new place while the two Asgardians bond (hopefully).

A/N: I was reading through some of my longer fic, Shadows of the Past, and I thought this chapter would be a fun little oneshot. I reworked it so you don't need to know anything else about the story to read it (and there is an additional character who isn't in the other version). If you do like it though... it is chapter 42 and the link to the rest of the fic is here Shadows of the Past (work in progress)

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

(Y/N POV)

Loki walks into your bedroom and places a few empty boxes on the ground by the door but you don't notice him. You're facing the bed when he quietly comes up behind you, putting his arms around your waist as he gently rests his chest against your back. His touch breaks into your wandering thoughts and you place your hands over his.

"So... what are you thinking about, darling?" he asks, kissing the side of your neck softly and you relax into him.

You think for a moment before you answer, knowing Loki might worry if you tell him the truth but you've never been able to lie to him. You can't help but let a soft moan escape you when you realize he isn't waiting for an answer, he came into your room with a very different agenda in mind. His lips continue to travel up and down your neck slowly, making sure he doesn't miss a single inch of skin while one of his hands begins to slide up from your waist. You forget he had even asked you a question as you lean back against his chest and close your eyes.

His lips move to the base of your neck and you abruptly turn to face him just as his hand stats to massage your breast over your t-shirt. Wrapping your arms around his neck loosely, his hands settle on your lower back, keeping you close to him.

"You can't ask me a question and then do things like that," you giggle as you look up at him.

"Why not?" he asks with an innocent expression and when you roll your eyes he presses his lips to yours. You give into his kiss as his tongue moves against yours. You feel him smile when you run your fingers up and down his back. He bites your bottom lip lightly before releasing your lips and you look up at him.

"See... now I have no idea what you asked me," you tell him honestly with a smile.

"What were you thinking about?" he asks again.

"Oh," you say and he loosens his hold of you slightly. "Nothing, it's stupid," you tell him with a shrug but you can tell by the look he gives you that he isn't going to accept that answer.

"I just..." you try to find the right words. "I mean, this is the first place I've ever had that was just mine. I know I don't own it and it's just the standard SHIELD housing all the other agents get too but... it's still my first place." You look around the room briefly then back up at Loki, his smile missing from his lips.

"Are you rethinking moving in with me?" he asks quietly.

"No! No, of course not," you tell him, touching his check softly and he nods. Even after two years you could tell he worried you would betray him or leave him like he thought everyone else in his life has done. "You know I couldn't be more excited to live with you right?" you ask and he nods again but this time his smile returns. "Is just that this is a big change for me. I moved in here right after I graduated from college so I guess I'm going to miss it a bit... I have so many great memories here, with my friends and with you," you tell him, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

"Speaking on fond memories here," he starts, "Do you know what my favorite memory in this apartment is?" he asks you and shake your head, unsure of whether his answer will be about one of the numerous times the two of you made love in the various rooms or if it will be genuinely sweet. "When you were trying to teach me how to make pasta and you 'accidentally' admitted you had a crush on me."

You laugh and playfully hit him in the chest, "You tricked me into telling you that."

He pretends to be offended and says, "I didn't trick you. I simply asked a serious of very well thought out questions. How was I to know it would actually work?"

"Mmhmm," you hum in response, crossing your arms but still letting him hold you loosely. "You know... you could have at least told me you liked me too. Did you really need to wait almost a week to ask me out afterwards? I nearly died of embarrassment."

He smiles but doesn't answer, you sigh mildly annoyed at the fact that he will probably never explain to you what took him so long. Instead, he closes the small space that had slowly grown between the two of you and you uncross your arms as he leans down to kiss you. You kiss him back, running your fingers through his long curls. His fingers grip your hips tightly and he picks you up suddenly causing you to gasp in surprise but he keeps his lips sealed to yours, kissing you deeply. You wrap your legs around him, one arm still around his neck while you pull his hair with your other hand and he bites your lip in response. Loki moves to the foot of the bed and drops you carefully onto your back. He looks down at you with a smile you know means you're not leaving this bed any time soon. Your legs dangle off the edge and you begin to move towards the pillows.

“Where do you think you're going?” he chuckles. He grabs you by your ankles and easily pulls you back to him, you giggle with nervous excitement. Loki kneels on the edge of the bed then he positions himself on top of you. His lips quickly find yours again as you feel his body press you into the soft mattress. Your fingers coil through his hair as his kisses trail down your jaw, neck and collar bones. Your back arches to meet his lips as he kisses every inch of skin on your check that is exposed by the deep v neck of your t- shirt. One of his hands is next to your head, gripping the sheet and supporting him, while the other finds the hem of your t-shirt. He slowly slides his hand up your stomach, his fingers causing goosebumps to form as they move under your shirt.

You hear three sharp knocks at the front door to your apartment and your grip on the back of Loki's shirt tightens. "Loki?" you try to get his attention but he presses his hips down against yours and continues to kiss your neck as if he hasn't heard the person waiting at your door. You bite your lip to quiet a moan as Loki slides your shirt higher, his fingers moving steadily upwards.

"Ignore it, love," he whispers and you can't help but nod, his lips barely touching your ear. You forget about your visitor when Loki's lips meet yours again, one of your hands moves down his back to his ass and he chuckles against your mouth when you squeeze his cheek.

Two more loud knocks break your focus from Loki. His lips leave your skin as he sits up, his attention shifting to the one responsible for interrupting his time with you. "Who in the nine realms could that possibly be?" he asks, not expecting you to answer. You look away, avoiding any eye contact with the annoyed God above you. He looks down at you, surprised to see you aren't as upset about being disturbed as he is. "Y/N?" he asks, slowly tilting your face so you are looking directly up at him and you smile nervously.

"I... um... I invited your brother over," you mumble from underneath his large frame.

He looks at you in shock and at the sound of two more knocks, he groans loudly. He drops his head down on the bed next to yours and you stifle a laugh at how cute he looks when he is annoyed.

"Come on," you rub his back lightly and he lifts his head just enough to look at you. "It could be fun," you say hopefully.

He sighs in response, clearly not believing you and if you were being honest, you weren't sure if you believed that either. This had the potential to be a great experience for both of them or a complete and utter disaster.

Loki moves so he is sitting on the edge of the bed, squeezing the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed tight. You climb off the bed, fixing your hair and adjusting your t-shirt as you stand in front of Loki. He opens his eyes and you lean down to kiss him lightly, a smile begin to creep across his lips and you quickly take a step back. He reaches out, catching you easily around the waist and pulls you back to him.

"Tell him to leave," Loki urges with a smirk as he looks up, one hand remains around your waist while the other strokes your cheek.

He runs his fingers under your chin and brings your lips to his and you feel yourself giving into him once again. With his arm still holding your waist, he lifts you onto his lap and then he tries to pull you with him back onto the bed. You break the kiss and put your hands on his shoulders to separate yourself from him. You smile while shaking your head at his attempt to continue where he left off.

You wanted nothing more in this moment then to tell Thor to go away and let Loki take you on your bed one more time before you move but you had a plan and you needed to stick to it. He would just have to be patient and wait until the move was finished and his brother leaves to continue. A part of you was very excited about the idea that Loki would more be desperate for you all day. That hadn't originally been a part of your plan but it wasn't something you were going to complain about. You knew from past experiences, the more frustrated you made Loki during the day, the longer your night was going to be when he was finally able to have you. You smile to yourself as you think it was a good thing you had taken off from work tomorrow. It was still early but based on the way the day was progressing, you were going to need your rest after tonight.

He groans in defeat, letting go of you as he lays on the bed with his hands over his face. "Don't be so dramatic Mischief," you laugh, taking one of his hands and pulling him to a seated position. "It wouldn't kill you to be nice to your brother for a few hours."

"No, but I might very well kill him," he suggests and you sigh as you leave your bedroom, checking over your shoulder to make sure he is following you. You walk quickly through the living room as Thor knocks again. You had to give it to him, the God of Thunder was persistent.

“Hey Thor, sorry about that. We didn't hear you knocking. Come on in,” you say with a welcoming smile.

"Ah, I will have to remember to knock louder next time,” he replies.

"Wonderful," Loki says sarcastically as he leans on the wall next to the couch, his arms crossed tightly.

You ignore Loki's mood and so does his older brother. "Thanks for coming," you tell him.

"Of course. Always glad to help," he replies happily as he gives you a hug, lifting you a few inches off the ground.

“Careful not to crush her, brother” Loki says protectively from behind you and Thor sets you down. Before you can say anything to either of them, there is another series of loud knocks and you quickly make eye contact with Loki. He looks more annoyed than he did when Thor entered, if possible and you shrug to let him know you don't know who it is either.

"Uh, hi Steve," you say when you open the door again.

Steve gives you a quick hug and you take a step back so he can come into your apartment. “Thor told me you were moving today and we figured you could use the extra hands,” he says cheerfully, Thor pats him on the back before taking a seat on your couch.

"Um, yea this is great. Thanks," you force a smile as you start to close the door. You hear footsteps down the hall and poke your head out to see Sam and Bucky slowly coming towards your apartment. You open the door wide and take a step out to meet them, "What are you guys doing here?"

"There are more of them?" Loki asks in no one in particular as he throws his hands up.

Sam walks past you into your room with a small almost apologetic wave while Bucky explains, “Steve made us come."

Steve rolls his eyes at Bucky and you laugh a little at his honesty. "Is anyone else coming?" you ask Steve nervously as you close the door.

"There better not be," Loki says sternly.

"Nope, just us," Steve answers, either unaware of how much he is annoying Loki with his presence or not caring.

You look around your living room at Thor who has made himself at home on your couch with his feet on your coffee table, Loki leaning against the wall near his brother, grinding his teeth so harshly you can almost hear it and your three friends standing by your door. “Wow... so I have two Gods," you point at the brothers making Thor smile and Loki roll his eyes again, "Two super soldiers," you count Bucky and Steve who gives you a thumbs up, "And-"

"And Sam," Bucky finishes for you with a smile, obviously pleased with himself.

"Right... and Sam," you laugh as Sam hits Bucky in the left arm, regretting it instantly. "My point is, I'm just moving from one floor to another and I've got a ton of help," you tell them.

“Surely one God is more than enough,” Loki insists with a wide smile as he walks over to you, his arms stretched out dramatically.

You walk into his waiting arms and kiss his cheek, whispering to him, “It's going to be fun, I promise."

“What would be fun is finishing what we started before my idiot brother and the others showed up,” he replies, his hand quickly moves to cup your backside and he squeezes it causing you to gasp then playfully hit his hand away.

“We can do that tonight, in our place,” you tell him and he sighs knowing once you have set your mind to something, there is little he can do to change it.

The room is quiet for a moment then Steve asks “So... what do you need us to do?” awkwardly as he claps his hands together.

“Leave,” Loki answers immediately, waving vaguely towards the door and you put your hand over his mouth.

"Sounds good to us," Bucky agrees with a shrug and Sam opens the door to the hallway but Thor doesn't move from his seat on the couch.

“He’s just kidding,” you tell them as Loki licks your hand causing you to pull it away quickly, he winks in response and you roll your eyes but can't help letting out a slight laugh. It wasn't the first time he licked you but he didn't usually do it around the team and it was typically in a less joking manner.

"Get back here," Steve closes the door, keeping Sam and Bucky from leaving. "You guys said you were happy to help Y/N out today," he reminds them.

"That's not even close to what we said," Sam replies as he shakes his head.

"We said we were happy to not have to go on a ten mile run with you this morning," Bucky corrects Steve.

“There isn’t a lot to move honestly, I think this should be pretty quick,” you promise everyone with a forced smile and no one replies.

Thor breaks the silence by getting up and hugging you again, he says, "Well I'll help you with whatever you need. I'm just so happy for the two of you. Moving in together is a big step in any relationship.” He sets you down and turns his attention towards Loki who takes a step backwards from his brother. For a second, you think Thor might actually catch him in a hug but the God of Mischief is just quick enough, narrowly avoiding his outstretched arms at the last second.

You laugh as you watch them together. They might not be related by blood but there is no doubt in your mind that they are brothers.

"I don't see why you need to make such a fuss," Loki tells Thor. "Y/N has spent almost every night at my place since we started dating. Most of her clothes and a fair amount of her belongings are already there."

"That's the whole point," you explain and Loki looks at you. "It was your place, but now it'll be our place."

"I understand that, darling, but I'm still not giving anyone a hug over it," Loki mumbles as he keeps his distance from Thor.

"I always knew he was the sentimental type," Sam says sarcastically to Bucky but when Loki glares at him he steps slightly behind Steve.

"Oh, don't look at him like that," you tell Loki and he looks down, putting his hands in his pockets. Sam steps out from behind Steve. "You and I both know you're excited about me moving in with you," you say with your hands on your hips.

"Of course I am excited," he agrees, "But I would be more excited if this whole experience hadn't turned into a team building exercise."

You put your arms around his neck and look up at him, "Look at it this way, the more help we have the faster I can move and the sooner we will be alone." You wink at the word 'alone' and he smiles.

"Very well," he tells you and you pull back, smiling up at him. You kiss his cheek quickly and take his hand as you decide what everyone should help with.

"Ok..." you think. "I guess Steve and Bucky, you guys can pack up the kitchen. Sam, you can help me out here in the living room," they all nod but Loki raises an eyebrow as he waits for you to tell him what you need him to do. "Loki, you and Thor can finish up in the bedroom. Most of my clothes are upstairs already but there are still some things in the back of the closet that need to be boxed up." Thor slaps Loki on the back cheerfully and everyone splits up to their assigned spaces.

You glance uncomfortably at the closed door to your bedroom while you place the picture frames Sam hands you into a box. At first the door had been left open but about fifteen minutes into packing, Thor closed it. He didn't slam it, he didn't shut it hard, he just calmly closed it without a word to anyone. For the first few minutes after it was closed, you found yourself waiting anxiously for Loki to open the door and storm out of the room or for the screaming to start but nothing happened. You weren't sure if the quiet made you more or less worried but you hoped that meant they were finally talking, you didn't even care what they were talking about just as long as it didn't lead to a fight.

You make sure to flash a bright smile when Bucky and Steve walk into the living room with four boxes from the kitchen. You were thankful for the extra help of course but your plan was to use today as a means of literally forcing the two brothers together, even if it killed one of them. You hated that the only time they spent together outside of missions was to train a few hours a week. They only spoke during training sessions to criticize each other or to gloat. As soon as the session was over, they went their separate ways because if they were together any longer, they would begin fighting.

Despite what Loki may think, you know Thor still cares for his younger brother the same way he always had, before they found out Laufey was his real father, before he fell from the Bifrost, before Thanos manipulated him into attacking New York. Thor had told you how he felt about Loki one horribly long night several months ago.

Loki had been badly injured during a failed mission and remained unconscious even after he had been brought back to the Tower. Thor waited with you by Loki’s bedside in the infirmary until he finally woke up the next morning. You held Loki's hand waiting for him to open his eyes while Thor told you stories about how close they had been as children. He smiled broadly as he recounted the numerous pranks he had been the victim of and the dozens of spells that had been practiced on him.

The next day, you thanked Thor for sitting with you but you told him it made you sad to think that they had grown so far apart in such a few years. A part of you worried that Loki would keep pushing Thor further and further away until his older brother finally gave up and left.

Thor smiled at you and told you never needed to worry about that happening. He put his hand on your shoulder and said, "I will always be here for Loki, whether he wants me to be or not. He will always be my brother."

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Sam asks as he takes down the last picture that was hanging over your couch. You stare blankly at him, having been too lost in your thoughts to hear his question the first time.

He asks again and this time you answer. "I'm honestly not sure but I hope so," you reply nervously.

Steve and Bucky place the boxes full of pots, pans and cooking utensils by your front door. Loki had a much larger kitchen then you did but the only time he used it was to make himself tea.

"I think it's a great idea, Y/N," Steve says optimistically. "What could possibly go wrong?"

Bucky sighs loudly, "They could end up trying to kill each other and destroy half the Tower in the process."

"My money is definitely on Loki," Sam says without looking away from the box he is sealing up but he turns when he feels everyone looking at him. "What? Oh come on, Loki is scary as hell."

Bucky shrugs, neither agreeing or disagreeing with him. Steve nods and says, "You make an interesting point and he does seem to be in a bit of a mood today."

"Yeah, because he's usually so excited to see all of us," Bucky says as he sits on the couch. Steve takes a seat next to him and Sam places the box he is done with on top of the pile they had started.

"Hmm..." Steve thinks. "I think I would have to go with Thor, in a fight between them I mean. Especially if he had Mjolnir." He mimics swinging the hammer and Sam laughs as you sit on the floor by the box you are filling with books. You try to ignore them as you feel a headache beginning to form.

"Yea, hopefully we'll have enough time to duck if Thor calls for it otherwise it'll take us out when it comes flying through here," Bucky adds.

"The good news is, it doesn't sound like they are fighting... Unless Loki just used his magic to turn Thor into a house plant or something," Sam jokes.

"Do you think he could actually do that?" Steve wonders and Bucky puts his hand over his face.

"Ok, you guys know what?" you interrupt them and they all look over at you. "This isn't actually helping," you tell them, rubbing your eyes as your headache thumps.

"Sorry about that Y/N," Steve says sheepishly and the others nod.

"We'll bring these upstairs for you," Sam says.

The three of them pick up all the boxes stacked by the door and leave, closing the door quietly behind them. You get up from where you are sitting next to your bookshelf and walk slowly over to your bedroom door. Leaning against it carefully, you try to hear what is going on inside. The door swings open just as your ear touches the wood and you stand up straight, trying to act like you weren't trying to eavesdrop. You giggle nervously as Thor looks down at you with a smile.

"He's all yours," he says, walking past you with two large boxes and a duffel bag.

You close the door slightly at you go inside and see Loki closing the drawers on your now empty dresser. "Hi Mischief," you say, testing his mood as you walk over to him.

He turns and smiles at you, "Hello love."

"So... it looks like you didn't turn your brother into a houseplant," you say, pointing over your shoulder towards where your had gone.

"I would never do that," he responds seriously then with a smirk he adds, "I did turn him into a frog a few times when we were children though."

"You did what!?" you ask in disbelief and he laughs, taking a seat on your bed which has been stripped down to just the mattress.

"Don't worry, the effects never lasted very long," he explains and you sit next to him.

He puts his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, you rest your head on his shoulder. You sit quietly for a moment, he lets go of your waist and slowly runs his fingers up and down your back, you can feel your headache slipping away as you relax. "So does this mean you aren't mad at me for leaving you alone with Thor?" you ask.

He shakes his head then says, "I'm not." You don't say anything in the hopes that he will tell you what happened and after a minute or two he takes a deep breath. "Thor told me that you are worried the distance growing between us."

You nod and sit up so you can look at him, taking his hand. He admits, "I was worried too. We used to talk about anything but ever since Laufey and Thanos, it's been hard if not impossible at times."

"I thought..." he pauses for a second, "I assumed he blamed me for having to leave Asgard. I had been under the impression that he was being forced to stay here in order to watch over me but he said he chose to stay so I wouldn't be alone."

He shakes his head and looks down at the floor, you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you. "I'm so glad you two talked and were honest with each other," to tell him with a smile.

"We still have more to talk about but I feel optimistic for the first time in a years," he says, "I don't know how to thank you for this. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too," you tell him then you lean forward and kiss him. He kisses you back, his hand resting lightly on your cheek and his other hand moves to your waist. You giggle against his lips as he pulls you effortlessly onto his lap. You run your fingers through his hair and continue to kiss him as he lays back on the bed, pulling you with him.

You sit up quickly at the sound of two sharp knocks on your partial closed bedroom door. You look over your shoulder and see Thor standing in the doorway looking anywhere but at you. "Um..." he says, "We finished bringing everything upstairs."

"Thanks Thor," you answer. "We'll be right up."

He closes the door and you laugh as you try to get up but Loki keeps his arms around you. You kiss his nose and he groans, "To be continued?" You smile and nod as you get up.

"Thanks for all your help guys!" you say to everyone as you place the last empty box in the pile by the door. You still can't believe how quickly packing and unpacking went, especially when Loki decided to use his magic to try and hurry the process along. He barely had to flick his wrist and all of the kitchenware was neatly organized in the cabinets.

You ask them, "Is anyone hungry? I can order some food if you want."

Loki shakes his head and says, "Haven't they been here long enough, love?"

You roll your eyes but smile again as Bucky answers, "I could always go for pizza."

"Same," Sam agrees, raising his hand unnecessarily.

"I would never turn down food," Thor says.

"Oh, pizza sounds good," Steve smiles, throwing himself into Loki's reading chair in the corner. Thor and Bucky make themselves comfortable on the couch and Sam drags over a chair from the dining room to the coffee table.

Loki comes behind you and puts his arms around you, holding you tight to his chest. "You know if you feed them, they will never leave," he whispers as he kisses just below your ear. You laugh and you look up, giving him your most charming smile. "Very well," he gives in, "Pizza it is."

"Coming right up," you say, kissing Loki's cheek as you free yourself from his long arms.

You pick up your phone from the coffee table and look up the number for your favorite place. You ask your friends what toppings they want and while they are discussing it Steve’s phone goes off. At the same time Sam and Bucky's phones goes off as well as Thor and Loki's. All five of them take out their phones and read the message, the smiles gone from their faces.

“This can’t be good,” you put your phone down and walk over to Loki.

Thor shakes his head, then he stands up from his seat on the couch, “It's not. I'm sorry Y/N, we have to go.”

"Please be safe," you tell them, giving each of your friends a hug as they leave. "I love you," you whisper to Loki as he hugs you tightly.

He kisses you then runs his fingers down your cheek lightly. "I love you too. I will be back soon," he promises you and you force a smile as he closes the door, leaving you standing alone in your shared apartment.

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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Headcanons for dating George O'Malley...

He's always thought you were pretty, beautiful actually, but you were friends and nothing more.

Until one day Izzy lets slip that you think George is cute.

"(y/n)? (y/n) thinks I'm cute? They think I'm... Oh god, I'm gonna pass out."

Through Meredith and Izzy's incessant pestering, they keep telling George to ask you out but he's terrified, he's so freaking scared.

"What if she says no?!"

"But George what if she says yes?!"

It takes a few days of convincing but after a drink in Joe's with some liquid confidence, George asks to have a chat with you and tells you in a very George like way.

"We're friends, right? We're actually pretty good friends but Izzy told me something and I keep going over it in my head that maybe we're not just friends... Maybe we could be more. What I'm trying to say, (y/n), is that I like you. A lot. And I want to spend time with you that isn't in the hospital or at Meredith's mom's house. I want to go out like two normal people going on a date. I want to take you on a date."

To his surprise, you agree eagerly and you plan a date for the next night when the two of you should be off work.

He's sweet, god he's so sweet. He's nervous as all hell but it's endearing the way he stumbles over his words as he tries to tell you how beautiful you look as he stands at your front door.

The first date is a little awkward initially but George probably does something a little silly like spilling his water down his shirt which makes the two of you laugh until your stomach hurts and then the ice is broken.

He's always been so damn easy to talk to but in this context where it's the two of you on a date, he's so attentive, listening intently to what you're saying, asking genuinely interested questions. You've never been on a date like it where the other party is so curious about you.

He's so funny. You'd known George a long time, been friends for ages, but you never realised just how funny he was. He had a whole lot of stories about his family, about his wild brothers and his dad that had you in hysterics the whole night over dinner.

He takes you home once again nervous and bumbling and you know why. He wants to kiss you. He just doesn't know how you'll be if he asks. Will it be weird? He doesn't know.

"I had a great time tonight, (y/n)..."

"Me too, George. That's the best date I've had honestly."

"Seriously? I mean, uh, yeah, me too..."

There's an awkward pause but George takes a breath and asks, "Can I kiss you?"

You don't answer but instead clash your lips together in a passionate though short kiss.

From there on your friendship blossoms into a steady relationship.

You sneak away from your busy lives as Doctors to make out in closets where Bailey catches you and gives you the worst cases but it's worth it.

Izzy teases the two of you whenever she sees you cuddled up together on the couch when she comes home from her shift. She loves seeing the two of you happy though.

George gives the best cuddles, it's like everything else disappears when he cuddles you. He's warm and soft and his arms are home to you. If you've had a crappy day at work, he's the only one you want to make you feel better.

Forehead kisses, cheek kisses, neck kisses, knuckle kisses. George loves to kiss you, he kisses you anywhere and everywhere he can.

The sex is always so passionate and tender and he attends to you like no other. He makes sure that you're satisfied no matter how long it takes. He loves to pleasure you. He loves the taste of you, loves the smell, loves the way you react to him. That alone is enough to please him.

It's one night after you've had a bad day at work and you're curled around each other he whispers that he loves you. You're falling asleep but you hear him, "I love you too, George."

He lets you call him Georgie and he surprisingly doesn't mind it. It doesn't annoy him like his brothers when they call him it. He likes it when you call him it.

He has about a million pet names for you. Babe, baby, sweetheart, love; any sort of cutesy name George will call you it along with some silly ones too.

He introduces you to everyone as his girlfriend, even patients, because he is so damn in love with you.

Date nights curled on the couch watching scary movies.

Date mornings having breakfast and coffee before work every morning.

Helping each other study for tests, grabbing coffee for each other every so often during your shifts.

You don't get a lot of free time together but when you do, the two of you make it count.

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punsmaster69 · 2 months

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9/MAR/20XX

"Uuugh."

frisk groaned as they wiped up a mess of orange juice.

"How did I even manage to miss that badly?"

"We are all a little loopy in the mornings."

"Golly. The cup was RIGHT there... and yet you still missed!"

"Maybe you should leave that to Toriel still, huh?"

flowey laughed at frisk's misery.

"Flowey, be nice."

"...Though, I am more than willing to assist you if you need help, my child."

"I can pour it normally. Just... not right now, apparently."

"like she said - it's mornin' still, and you just woke up. don't beat yourself up over it."

i glance to flowey.

"and don't let any flowers beat you up over it, either."

"I'll say what I want!"

a stern look from toriel.

"....."

he huffs and goes back to picking the cereal out of his marshmallows.

toriel gave this a disapproving look too, but it's a regular occurrence.

she helped frisk pour another glass of orange juice, and they slumped back in their chair, deflated. don't know if i've ever seen a kid look more upset while drinking oj.

"Are you still planning to follow Sans home after you eat?"

they looked at me.

"paps won't be back until around ten."

"I'm good to hang out with you until then."

"alright."

"Flowey, will you be-"

"Staying here."

"I don't want to be around those two nincompoops alone for two hours."

again, an occurrence too regular for her to bother saying anything about anymore. these days, she almost doesn't even notice the insults sometimes. i think everyone else tunes them out a little, too.

——

"...."

"so, are backwards shoes the new thing?"

"..What?"

frisk paused and looked down.

"........"

"How."

they started walking again.

"No wonder they felt weird."

"you wanna stop and fix 'em?"

"I'm gonna take them off at your house anyway, so I'm gonna just deal with it until then."

"well, c'mon - this way. i know a little shortcut."

——

a ball of paper bounces off my skull.

frisk slams their head into the side of the couch, not accounting for the fact that it'd hurt.

"Aggh-"

"careful."

uncrinkling the ball, there was the start of a drawing with scribbles where the legs would be.

i folded the page back up, and they loosely smacked it out of my hand.

the paper smacked them in the face.

". . ."

".....jeez."

"lady luck's got a vendetta against you, huh?"

sitting bolt upright, they shouted.

"Not just that, but I keep messing stuff up - and then having the WORST luck with just about everything else!!"

throwing their arms up in the air...

and immediately hitting my brother on accident, who just entered.

"Oh mY GODDDDD-"

curling forward into a ball.

"welcome home, bro. you're a bit early."

"HELLO..."

looking with concern at the human groaning annoyedly on the couch in front of him.

"...UM."

"IF YOU'RE UPSET ABOUT HITTING ME, WORRY NOT! I AM A-OKAY!!"

"IT TAKES MUCH MORE THAN THAT TO HURT SOMEONE AS STRONG AS I!"

"not just that - their luck's been shot all day."

"And shit."

he sat himself onto the couch and dragged frisk like a stuffed animal to his chest for a hug.

"HAVE NO WORRIES - THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE TO BALANCE YOUR POOR LUCK OUT WITH MY OWN INCREDIBLE LUCKINESS!!"

"AND NOW THAT I'M HERE... WHAT ACTIVITIES SHALL WE DO, HUMAN?!"

".....Can we just sit here?"

"WH-"

"sounds good to me."

"WAIT, WHY??"

"Nothing bad can happen if I do nothing at all."

"sound logic."

"NO, IT ISN'T! NOTHING GOOD CAN HAPPEN, EITHER!!"

"If you're here, that's good. That happened and I didn't do anything to cause it."

"WELL, YES. BUT THAT WAS INEVITABLE. I WAS ALWAYS TO COME HOME AND HANG OUT - AS ALREADY PLANNED."

"And I wanna hang out by doing nothing."

"......"

"we could at least put on a movie."

"...."

"DOES THAT SOUND NICE, FRISK?"

"...Yeah."

"and i'm pretty sure we've got popcorn still."

"we'll do a movie night."

"IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER FOR SURE!"

——

they dumped the bowl of blackened kernels into the trashcan.

they sighed defeatedly.

"..W-WELL. THAT'S OKAY! WE'LL JUST MAKE YOU ANOTHER BAG."

he opened the cabinet and grabbed the popcorn box, reaching in and... patting the empty inside.

"......."

𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮.

frisk pounded their head against the sink door. i put my hand between the door and their forehead to lessen the impact of the blows.

my brother gently pulls them away from the door by the shoulders, turning them around.

"NOW, NOW. THIS IS OKAY, TOO!"

"WE STILL HAVE-"

"me and undyne split the last of the chips the other day."

"...WE CAN STILL STOP BY THE STORE AND GET YOU A SNACK THAT DOESN'T REQUIRE ANY PREPARATION!"

"here, i know a shortcut."

"Another?"

"yep."

"COME ALONG!"

——

exhaling every bit of air they had, frisk looks between the cash on the counter, and the total on the screen - thirty cents short.

quickly appearing beside them, papyrus moves all their cash back into their bag (slipping an extra ten in) and pats frisk's head as he hands it back.

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, FRISK. I WAS GOING TO PAY ANYWAY!"

the way they looked at the machine, you'd think it was about to reject papyrus' card or blow up or something.

it didn't. he quickly waved goodbye to the cashier as he scooped up frisk's items into a bag himself. he passes it to frisk, and they take his hand. with the other, he grabs onto my hand.

"MAYBE WE CAN WALK! FRESH AIR SHOULD DO EVERYONE SOME GOOD."

halfway down the sidewalk, a branch catches frisk's bag. the bag tears; their chips and candy fall to the floor - sweet tea rolling away.

i stop it with my foot, picking the other items up as well.

"i'll pack 'em. no problem."

taking the torn bag and shoving it into my pocket, we continue walking.

a bit further on, papyrus spots a puddle on the side of the road. spontaneously grabbing frisk and lifting them up, a car speeds past and sprays him with water - i just barely get out of the way.

frisk remains unsoaked, thanks to my brother's quick thinking.

"...WHEN DID IT RAIN?"

"sometime last night."

"AH. I SEE."

"Thank you Papyrus. I'm sorry."

"DON'T BE! IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT."

"maybe we take a shortcut after all."

——

the rest of the day, papyrus is extremely diligent in making sure nothing else happens to frisk. in the end he secretly seems thankful for the doing-nothing choice.

it really is easier to keep someone out of bad luck's way when they're sitting still.

papyrus makes tomato soup for dinner, deciding nothing can go wrong with that. to be absolutely certain, he cools it to nearly room temp before serving any to them. when frisk almost spills it, he hands them a straw.

"...isn't that a bit much?"

"It's fine. Not like I haven't used one for soup before."

"CERTAINLY NO WAY TO SPILL IT WITH A STRAW."

succeeding again, he messages tori to say he'll keep them just until bedtime.

"YOU NEED A BAD-LUCK COUNTERBALANCE LIKE ME AROUND TODAY."

frisk nods in silent agreement.

both me and frisk are impressed at his ability to navigate around unlucky situations throughout the night, but i suppose he 𝗵𝗮𝘀 been dealing with 𝘮𝘦 forever. avoiding messes is basically a special skill of his at this point.

when it was time for frisk to go home, paps was still pretty worried and accompanied them all the way home - apparently even going as far as to tuck them in himself, according to toriel.

#undertale #journal #sans #frisk #toriel #flowey #papyrus #sans and papyrus #sans and flowey #sans and frisk #frisk and sans #papyrus and frisk #papyrus and sans

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quodekash · 6 months

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its been an hour and a half and I am precisely 17 minutes through the episode. this is gonna be a long night

SO-

SO WHY-

SO WHY DIDNT YOU-

WHY THE HELL DID YOU NEVER FREAKING TALK TO YOUR SON ABOUT SOCCER BITCH????

HE'S CLEARLY INTERESTED IN IT TOO

maybe you could've talked to him about it when he was asking you about fifa

you recognised the game, and he said "do you know this game?" and instead of telling him what you know about the game, or how you used to play it, or engaging in some kind of conversation, you say "Ive seen a lot of young people playing it during my campaign" because all you seem to care about is politics and the campaign, and teenagers as a whole generic concept rather than as individuals, and you dont seem to think of your SON as an individual

and I get that parenting is mistakes over and over again and its a learning experience for everyone involved, but I feel like after 18 years maybe you should have a hang on like. holding a positive conversation with your son for over 90 seconds?

WHY THE HELL DID HE NEVER TALK TO HIS SON ABOUT SOCCER, THATS ALL I WANT TO KNOW

SURELY HE SAW SAILOM AND KANG TRAINING VIGOROUSLY FOR KANG TO TRY OUT FOR THE TEAM

HE COULDVE JUST GONE OUT THERE AND SAID "hey I used to play a lot, can I help give some pointers?" AND HE COULDVE PLAYED SOCCER WITH YOUR SON AND HAD A GOOD POSITIVE BONDING EXPERIENCE WITH HIM

BUT NO, INSTEAD HE DECIDES TO PAY TO GET KANG ON THE TEAM

and I get that he had good intentions, he saw that kang wanted to be on the team so he wanted to ensure that kang got what he wanted. but it would've been better to actually show an interest in his sons interests rather than keeping it on the sidelines, to let his son work for a reward rather than just giving it to him without having achieved anything.

sorry I need to shut up about this man but I have so many thoughts and he could be doing so much better but he just isn't

yes

thank you sailom, thank you

yeah, that about sums it up

good job

you got there

finally

but even though its been so long of you neglecting him, it's not too late to try to slowly fix those broken bonds

if you both work together, you can work this out

(ah crap now ive got the song from high school musical 2 stuck in my head)

(what is it with this series and making me think of high school musical)

BRO JUST DID THE SPLITS

THATS IMPRESSIVE

are you okay my guy?

ahhhh

okay

so the root of the issue: terrible communication

juST TALK TO YOUR SON-

how very heartliming of them

noooooo the angst is already here

they had the scene PERFECTLY set up for a tender guynawa moment, and yet they dove right into the angst

guy was injured and in the nurse's office thing

when guy got injured, nawa looked so worried about him

there was a perfect opportunity for nawa to go visit him and tease him lovingly and for them to have a thuakan moment in the sickbay

but no, of course its episode 10 and of course they're following the msp formula where they develop the side couple an insane amount in episode 9 and then come episode 10 and its focused on one of the main character's and their parent

which like is fair, both this plotline and the msp episode 10 plotline are very important but like come on man I just want my side couple content

oh crap that is bad

but he'll be fine

right?

he'll be okay

he's still alive right?

he's just unconscious

the ambos are there, they'll patch him up and he'll be okay

please

kang and kong need to repair their relationship, and it's not too late for that

right?

surely

crap im scared

they didnt kill gim in msp, I have to trust that they wont kill kong

istg if they make both the main characters orphans--

ha fun.

this is so fun.

I am highly amused in this present moment.

how wonderful it would be to see your boyfriend's father potentially dying, and then moments later to see your brother being restrained and taken out of the house, clearly being arrested for that exact crime.

just such a... joyous experience.

HOLY CRAP THE EPISODE STARTED AIRING TWO HOURS AND TEN MINUTES AGO AND IM ONLY JUST NOW ON 2/4, I HAVE A PROBLEM

SEE??? HE'S FINE, ITS FINE, I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE FINE

ALL OF YOU WERE SO SO WORRIED BUT I WAS COMPLETELY CALM AND COLLECTED

HOY FRICK NOODLES COVERED IN GRAVY AND DOING THE NUTBUSH IM SO RELIEVED

CRAPPP

WHAT THE HELL??

it was an accident right?

or was he trying to keep name out of trouble

FRICK NOW THIS IS MAKING ME THINK OF FREAKING JUSTINE FROM SHAKE AND STIR PRODUCTION OF FRANKENSTEIN THAT I SAW AT QPAC THE OTHER DAY (which, by the way: so freaking good. if anyone happens to be in Brisbane for whatever reason (im not sure why any of you would, I have precisely two aussie bl mutuals, and one of them lives in Melbourne and the other is my irl friend who I watched it with) and you have a spare 50 bucks lying around (anyone under 30 can get a youth ticket for 49 bucks I believe, which is like insanely cheap for such a high quality production), GO SEE IT, THIS IS AN ORDER)

oh I got distracted

anyway AAAAAAA SAIFAH'S GOING TO JAIL FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK FRICK

...great. wonderful. so good.

I get it, kang's feeling a lot right now, which is fair because his father got shot for goodness sake, and his father might die, and he's already lost his mother, so he needs someone to blame, and saifah confessed to it, so why wouldn't he be angry at saifah?

but the problem comes in with associating saifah with sailom because they're brothers. he has every right to be angry with saifah (although I still believe saifah didn't actually shoot him), but sailom didn't touch that gun.

and now sailom's gonna have to go back to escorting, because if kang has kicked him out then he needs some way to find money, and that's when that scene from the trailers is going to happen

well now I feel like crap

is it time for a playful guynawa scene to lighten the mood? please tell me its time for a playful guynawa scene to lighten the mood

what

hey

hang on

wait a second

you told him to do it, didn't you??

you asked for his help for a few things

is he just acting surprised? why does he have to say that? he doesnt have to say anything at all he could just be like "well this sucks" and not like condemn him or whatever, I still dont think saifah actually did anything wrong

maybe he was manipulated as well?

maybe the guy, his boss, snuck in and he was the one who shot him, and name didnt know that guy was there so in his mind it must've been saifah?

or maybe hes testing ging to see what she actually thinks on the situation

I have literally no clue right now im so confused

GUY

HES IN HOSPTIAL

HE JUST HAD SURGERY

IS NAWA GONNA SHOW UP?

WILL HE HAVE A GIFT BASKET OR SOMETHING?

PLEASE I JUST NEED SOME HAPPINESS

AND I NEED GUYNAWA

PLEASE GUYS

MAYBE ALL THE FRIENDS SHOW UP

AUTO AND MAX AND NAWA

AND THEN AUTO AND MAX EXCHANGE A LOOK AND LEAVE NAWA ALONE WITH HIM

PLS I NEED IT

AWWWWWWWW

GOU4ERHSGPI4ERBNDPGIV

I LOVE ALL OF THESE POEPLE SO MUCH

OH????

YES

YES YE SYE SY EYS EY EY EYSH OM SO EXCITEF OMG

AND THEY WERE THE ENTIRETY OF THE PREVIEW FOR 3/4

ARE WE GONNA GET A WHOLE TEN MINUTES OF JUST GUYNAWA????? PLEASEEEEE

OMG

I WAS KIDDING ABOUT THE GIFT BASKET THING

BUT I WAS RIGHT ABOTU THE GIFT BASKET

THIS IS AMAZING

HES SO IN LOVE WITH HIM, HE WENT TO THE HOSPITAL ALONE TO GIVE A GIFT BASKET TO A GUY HE SUPPOSEDLY HATES BUT WHOM HE HAS HOMOEROTIC TENSION WITH

AAAAAAAAOUGHROJBD

I CANT BELIEVE I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE GIFT BASKET THIS IS FREAKING ADORABLE

BRO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE THIS LATE

and he doesnt have the gift basket anymore

has he already gone to visit guy and he's just come back

and we fully just missed an entire scene

guy only seems surprised that he's here outside of visiting hours

so they've already seen each other??? there was a whole scene of nawa giving guy the basket, and of them being queer as hell, and we didnt get to see it??????

TO THE ROOFTOP?

HONEY THIS IS A DATE

YOU'RE TAKING HIM ON ANOTHER DATE WITHOUT TELLING HIM ITS A DATE

JUST FREAKING MAKE OUT AREADY

also: the rooftop???? thats an inherently patpran thing. and patpran = soundwin. soooo... this is more evidence that guynawa are a different brand of soundwin

EVERYONE'S SO KIND TO HIM IM GONNA CRY

oh, honey...

ITS A DATE

ITS A FRIKIN DATE

THIS IS A FRIKIN DATE

HOLY FRICK

idk, maybe itll be easier to spot if you kiss first

2 hours of them just sitting there in silence?? when they couldve been kissing or holding hands or something?

NOOO I RAN OUT OF IMAGES HANG ON GUYNAWA JUST GIMME A SEC

(ps I forgot to actually post this one, I accidentally saved it as a draft so its coming after the final post I made lmao)

#THE EPISODE STARTED 3 HOURS AGO AND IM NOT EVEN FINISHED 3/4 WHAT THE HELL #quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kangsailom #kanghansailom #guynawa #marcwin #win pawin #marc pahun #pawin kulkaranyawich #perthchimon #chimon wachirawit #perth tanapon

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domoz · 9 months

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Had the thought that I rarely saw Itama incorporated into blessed eye AUs and it spiraled into a whole thing (fic)

They send Hikaku to tell him, because Hikaku is the only one of them who knows how to deliver bad news with anything resembling tact.

They've never acknowledged the awkwardness of the situation to his face. He's a Senju, he's their born enemy, and they're supposed to keep him safe and happy and content while at the same time keeping him away from his family, who they're constantly trying to kill.

Well -- they were trying to do that. Now they're trying to make peace with each other, and part of that had involved admitting that they'd had a Senju living, chakra sealed, in their compound for years. He would have loved to be a fly on the wall for that conversation, but he suspects he's only going to get any freedom after he gets moved into the village they've been building, and that really depends on how this reveal goes.

"I'm so sorry Itsuki-san" Hikaku bows deep to him, hiding a face that had, for a moment, twisted in genuine sympathy, "We informed them of your survival and they did not remember your name, nor the names of your family. Tobirama-san said he would look into the records, but in all likelihood --"

"It's alright." He cuts Hikaku off, turning to hide his own expression because he doesn't know what it will look like right now, "I suspected as much."

They think his brothers are dead, and they're not really wrong. Kenta and Jiro have never existed. Technically Itsuki doesn't either, though he's been using that name for so long that he thinks of it as his own more often than he doesn't these days.

His brothers are fine, and he knows it, because Hikaku just mentioned one of them and he certainly would have heard if something had happened to the other. The Uchiha had thrown a whole celebration when they'd killed his father, he doesn’t doubt that someone would at least come tell him if they'd killed Hashirama, too.

"I'd still like to see my clan again." He lets his voice shake, though its nerves, not sadness like he's sure Hikaku assumes, "Is there any way you could get me to see the head?"

He could probably tell them who he really is. In fact, he probably should, but he can't perfectly predict what their reactions will be. They probably won't stop him from seeing his brothers again, but they could, so it's not worth the risk.

Everyone will be mad anyways, waiting probably isn't going to make it any worse.

"Oh that's no problem Itsuki-san," He looks over and finds himself matching Hikaku's weak smile with one of his own, "he practically insisted."

---

Everyone had been reasonably sure that the Senju weren't going to harm one of their own, but 'everyone' only includes Izuna rarely, and never when he's being paranoid and nosy. His demand to act as an escort is as annoying as it is familiar, but it does have it's benefits. For one he doesn't even have to ask Izuna to try and get them there unseen, and for the other Itama is going to get to see the look on his face when he realizes exactly who he is.

The house doesn't look anything like he remembers it, but it shouldn't, considering it's an entirely different building. There are a few similarities in style, though, and he'd bet that they brought over the old shoji screens and fusuma panels -- but he can't say for certain. All the wood looks new, and it makes his throat close up; not for any nostalgia, but because he can see all the little flourishes and details, and Hashirama had hardly been capable of growing the flower that he'd been meaning to when they were kids. He knows that people apparently call his brother the God of Shinobi, that a house isn't even on the low end of what he's capable of now, but they'd all been just stories. The house is real and his brothers are inside and somehow he's only realizing just now that he's got no idea what he's going to say to them.

Itama runs his hand over the wood of the nearest post and swallows hard, looking helplessly at Izuna who has his arms folded, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"I'm sure he knows we're here." Izuna grouses, "…Tobirama, I mean."

"...I know who you mean." Itama's response comes out a little to weak to be a tease.

Izuna reaches out to knock on the wall and announce their presence regardless. He's was right, though, because the door slides open only a few moments later.

To his great shame, Itama doesn't recognize his brother on first sight.

Time has apart has eroded away at his memories. Hashirama was always kind to him, even when he wasn't patient, and he smiled a lot, but Itama can't remember his face. He can't remember Tobirama's either, but his mind always conjures up a smear of white and red. The man who opens the door isn't colored like that at all.

Tobirama never used to wear the disguise he'd made for them at home -- a deceptively simple seal to darken their hair and eyes, the first one he'd ever mastered so they stood a chance of leaving the compound and being as useful as everyone else. He would always complain about the waste of chakra and deactivate it as soon as he deemed it safe. With it on, he looks like a perfectly generic Senju man: tan skin, dark brown hair and darker brown eyes.

Those dark eyes flicker over Izuna for a brief moment before landing on him and going wide. Izuna chastises him about something -- genjutsu? Something Tobirama just did with his chakra, which Itama still can't feel thanks to the seal on the back of his neck. They don't acknowledge him.

Itama hesitates because it truly takes him a moment to recognize who he's looking at, because his mouth has gone dry and his heart too fast. But even then, he recovers faster than Tobirama, who's gone deathly still.

"Hey, Tobi-nii." Itama's voice comes out rough. He tries for a smile, but in return Tobirama makes a choked off noise, he reaches out, but drops his hand before they touch, fingers twitching. He could have just been run through with a sword and the expression on his face wouldn't look out of place.

"Tobi-nii?" Izuna's voice interrupts them, high and shrill. Itama glances over and knows that he doesn’t really get it yet, doesn't believe it, or doesn't want to. Tobirama's eyes snap to him too.

"Whatever you're doing to seal his chakra, get it off him right now." He's furious. His voice cracks but it makes him sound more like the moments before a glacier breaks apart and starts and avalanche than anything weak.

Izuna whines in response, high pitched and confused.

"Tobi-nii?" He asks again, but does actually scramble to obey, for once. Obey Tobirama, which Itama knows will be a novelty to remember. He bites his thumb deep enough to draw blood and Itama easily bends his head forward enough to allow access to the seal. It's only a temporary solution, Itama knows, he'd managed to convince some Uchiha to do it for him a time or two, when the seal was still new and the sensation of having his chakra bound was still uncomfortable, but it's enough, for now.

The unfamiliar feeling of someone else's presence floods back, a sensation so nostalgic it makes heat prickle behind Itama's eyes. His brothers always had so much more chakra than him, and the disparity has only grown worse since he hasn't been able to train with his in years.

The feeling of Tobirama's chakra wrapping around his, prodding at it, checking it over, is as overwhelming as it ever was. Comforting, too.

"Itama." Tobirama breathes, jerking forward, "Otouto."

They're nearly the same height now, but Tobirama's hug engulfs him all the same. Tight enough that Itama can feel the tremble in his limbs, can feel the damp seep through his clothes where his older brother has buried his face in his shoulder and -- oh, he knows his memory has holes, but Tobirama never cried, did he? He always seemed so strong but the sight of him is enough to have him shaking apart and --

Itama feels the guilt creep in. He missed his brothers, he really had, but…

He'd been under surveillance, yes, and chakra bound, but deep down he knows that he didn't try to get back to them as hard as he should have. It was just… Easier. The Uchiha treated him kindly, for the most part. They didn't expect him to kill anyone, didn't try yell at him for feeling sad in front of them. The longer he stayed with them, the harder it was to think about leaving and going back and having to fight them. And then -- they'd managed to make peace, and he didn't have to, which is great, it really is, but up till now he'd been telling himself that his brothers were so strong that they could get by without him. That they'd grieve and move on and probably be better for it, not having to defend their weak baby brother all the time.

But all the time he'd spent in that plush cage, he'd known they were alive. And they'd thought, really thought, he was dead.

His tongue is too heavy behind his teeth to find the words for it, and before he can try there's another voice.

"Hey, Tobi, is that our guest or --"

Hashirama stops mid sentence, cutting himself off with a low, wounded sound.

He's gotten stupidly tall, Itama notes absently, and he grew out his hair, and even has the beginning of wrinkles around his mouth and eyes.

Itama didn't recognize his voice.

Itama swallows painfully, works his throat enough to croak out, "Hey, Hashi-nii."

Izuna whimpers. No one pays him any mind.

"Itama?" Hashirama says, looking and sounding faint. "I thought --- we didn't hope --"

"When they told us they had a Senju we didn't dare hope--" Tobirama's voice, still muffled in his shoulder, catches. "Even once we found out about the eyes, I knew that you were in disguise. I thought--"

He breaks off, somehow squeezing impossibly tighter.

Itama's eyes are locked over his shoulder on Hashirama, who's tears are already starting to run over his cheeks and onto the ground.

"It failed when I ran out of chakra." Itama's voice has fallen to a hoarse whisper, "They uh -- stopped. When they realized. Captured me instead. I--"

Hashirama been approaching him slowly, as if he were a frightened animal, but he's finally close enough to reach out and cradle Itama's face in his hands. The burning behind his eyes finally gives way and Itama sobs.

"I'm sorry." He wheezes, "I-- I'm--"

"Oh, otouto, no." Hashirama circles around and pulls them both into another hug, but his voice is wavering too, "Whatever it is, you don't have to apologize for surviving, okay?"

None of them resist when Hashirama pulls them all down to sit on the ground right there on the engawa. He's buried his face in Itama's hair, and Itama can feel his lips moving over and over again in some silent prayer.

It's not the first time they've sat like this, he remembers now. The night after Kawarama's funeral--

He stops paying attention who how long they sit there, content and comfortable with the way they've surrounded him.

Itama thinks Tobirama must have gotten control of himself first, he's stopped trembling, but he seems content not to move just yet. Hepulls himself together with a few heaving breaths -- his arms are too pinned to wipe his face, so he does it on Tobirama's shirt instead, and doesn't get a single complaint for it.

They have… A lot to catch up on, he thinks. Them more than him, because his days tend to blend into a lot of reading and crafting and poking at Uchiha -- he stopped pretending he was looking for weaknesses years ago too, but he's a little less ashamed about that. He never wanted anyone to die, even before he got caught.

He glances up from his brothers shoulder and locks eyes with Izuna. He's not remotely surprised that he's stayed but the picture he paints, stiff and uncomfortable, leaning on the wall of the house and looking as far from casual as a man can get. It is, admittedly, a funny image.

"You're name isn't Itsuki." Izuna accuses, frown etched deep. Tobirama turns his head, and whatever look he shoots Izuna has him looking faintly green.

"…I don't think you can go by a something for a decade and a half and not have it become your name, at least a little." Itama ribs tiredly. But gods, he's so exhausted already, and he hasn't even gotten to any of the arguments he knows are going to happen, "But, I know that's not what you're asking, so… Uh… No. My name is Senju Itama."

He doesn't explain anything more. His brothers are still wrapped around him, so he's pretty sure he doesn't have to.

Surprisingly, it's Hashirama who speaks next, voice so controlled and even that it sounds threatening.

"Your clan," He says, "Has been holding my little brother prisoner for years. I really don't know what to do about that, to be honest!"

"He's --" Izuna sputters, going all prickly defensive in the face of the head and heir of the Senju clan staring him down with murderous intent, "We told you, alright? We protect people like him, even from their own clans who think sending out a kid to run messages in a war zone is a smart idea!"

Tobirama actually growls in response, and Itama sighs. He had been hoping to avoid this for a while longer at least, but…

"No one do anything stupid." He punctuates his point by knocking his shoulders into each of his brother's in turn. "They didn't treat me badly after taking me, and they didn't know who I was."

He'd had nearly all of the freedoms of any other blessed one by the end of the first year, and no one had been particularly unkind to him even before then. Most Uchiha considered him a victim of the Senju more than they did person from the clan.

"They sealed your chakra!" Tobirama protests.

"He was still a Senju!" Izuna insists, "Of course we couldn't let him--"

"You're not helping!" Itama cuts him off cheerfully. "My point is, that since the clans at peace now, I'm not a prisoner anymore, right?"

Izuna really doesn’t have the authority to make that decision, but putting him on the spot to flounder over it is as funny as Itama hoped it would be.

"Uh." He says gracefully, "Uh, I--"

"We're not giving him back." Hashirama announces, forcefully enough to shake Izuna from his stupor.

"Wh-- Now hold on." He scowls, "He's still our responsibility, you can't--"

"He's our family." Tobirama all but snarls, "Who you took, you're the one who can't--"

"I think," Itama starts and marvels at the way everyone's attention turns to him, "That this is a great argument for why I should get to move into the village, no?"

Hashirama laughs, loud and booming and still wet with tears. He leans over to rest his cheek on top of Itama's head.

"Yes." He agrees, "Yes, I think it is."

#oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #artisian crafting everyone lives aus more dramatic and complicated than you can even imagine #idk how much sense this makes without the context but . maybe you will enjoy it regardless

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Ninja Dads

Here is the first fic for this Au! This is a little teaser for the much bigger fics!

If the nightmare king became the Emperor of ninjago then he'd have control over the ninja.

But when things seemed to be going south the night hunter changed priorities.

Get the master of fire.

Fire is Destruction, if they merged the nightmares with fire they could make the dream world fall to its knees.

“TEO! Bring us in close! Let's take the fight to them!” Logan said before he jumped onto the shark ship and started to beat ass!

“Wow, he really is special.” Kai said to Mateo before he jumped onto the shark ship.

Kai began to free the kids when he felt arms wrapped around him and cloth was held to his mouth, causing him to pass out.

No one noticed as the night hunter took Kai. They where much more focused on the kids he threw off his boat.

Mateo caught them and Logan hitched a ride with Zoey. The bounty crashed to the ground but Mateo had more than enough room for the wise master and the nindroid.

The Shark Ship rode off and the world returned to normal! All celebrated until…

“Wait! Where's Kai!?” Lloyd said after a head count. “He had jumped onto the ship to help Logan!” Mateo explained. “The nightmare guy used a rag -yawn- to knock him out. He put him in the cage.” The shy girl said as she woke up.

“We left Kai!” Jay screamed. Cole and Zane held his hands and Zane helped with his breathing. “We have to get him back.” Cole demanded. “Then we have to go to the nightmare realm.” The sound of a ship came from behind them. Everyone turned around to see Oz and Albert.

“This isn't anything we haven't done before gang! Just like Logan's rescue mission. But it will have to wait. You all have a test in the morning.” The dream Chasers groaned. “Mr.Oz! Last time we didn't know they had Logan. How are we supposed to get through the day knowing the nightmare king has a guardian.” Mateo asked. “And what about us!” Nya cut in. “Where not dreamers. You just expect us to wait here while my brother is being held prisoner!” “Didn't he leave you to be captured by Skeletons for almost a month?” Oz said. “So what!” “So, Kai can handle himself.” “As a former prisoner of the Knightmare king, I can confirm- Not that bad. They just keep you in a cage a break down your self esteem so that you will join his army.”

“KAI IS NO WHERE NEAR MENTALLY HEATHY ENOUGH TO SURVIVE THAT! ALL OUR HARD WORK TO MAKE HIM LOVE HIMSELF DOWN THE DRAIN!” Jay yelled. Zane handed Jay a paper bag and he began rapidly breathing in and out the bag. But Zanes eyes never left Logan. He seemed to…recognize him?

“Okay! OKAY!! Look you have to go to school. But I will get you guys all out of last period gym. Say the dream club has a meeting. Go straight home and then we can take care of this.” The dream chasers nodded as they woke up.

“Wait!” Zane ran over to Logan but he was already gone. “Whats up Zane?” Cole asked. “Did that boy….Did you recognize him….” “No why?” Cole asked. “....No reason.”

Okay so school was the worst. Everyone was on pins and needles, wanting to get to the dream world fast. But Logan was more relaxed about things. He new the ninja were close and that Kai had a better support system then Logan ever has.

Logan had one study hall and then on IPE class. Aka a teacher helps him with his work if he doesn’t understand. But Logan didn't have any work. So he chose to nap. Maybe make a plan with the Ninja or just hang.

When he woke up he took a portal to Ninjago. Things looked different. Instead of that small Jankey town the monesearty was on the ground. Logan walked up to the gate. “YOOOO!!! LOGAN IN THE HOUSE!” He yelled embarrassing him self. ‘Oh my God what is wrong with you why would you say that-’ “Logan!” A robotic voice called. That Zane guy walked over and took Logans hands. “Please come hang out me. Cole is training and Nya is calming Jay down and helping him prep for battle!” Whoa- wait- this guys actually wanted to hang with Logan?

“Sure man!” Logan didn't ask any questions as he was pulled into the monastery. “Whats your favorite food?” Zane asked. “I want to cook something.” Zane said taking out his cook book and sitting at the table with Logan. “Oh, uuuuhhh I don't know. I mostly eat like cereal and protein bars- Oh! I do love Mrs. Casteos burritos but I had one this morning.” Zane raised and eye brow at him. “Is that all you eat?” “Well my moms are two very successful and staring business women, they cant be home all the time so I eat what I can make.” Zane didn't like that.

“....Let me show you how to make an easy and heathy meal.” Zane said getting up and placing his cooke book on its stand. “Cool!” Logan hoped up. “What we cooking good looking?” Zane laughed. “Very funny kid, but Im taken thank you.” “Yeah I know….Yall really love each other…..How did that happen?” “Well frist of all im teaching you to make dumplings. You make the dough ill make the red bean past.” Zane put the book in font of Logan and he got to work.

“....We had fight along side each other for a long time. We always flirted but it was all jokes. I didn’t really understand what was going on.” Zane laughed. “It took me dying and being kidnaped for us to finally get together. “The tournament of elements?” “How do you know about that?” “I watched a bit of the show. But from what your telling me it’s not super accurate.” “Hmm, disappointing. Any way we where on and off for a while but now…Now im fuzzy…Im not sure where we left off.” Logan noticed Zanes distress. “Well it’s probably because some dreamers have seen the whole things and others aren't. And the show doesn't show your romance so…Wait so thats means your not the show ninjas.” Logan realized.

Zane stopped making the past and was thinking.

“....Logan, are you adopted?” “...Yes.”

Zane stoped what he was doing and washed his hands. “Can I do something real quick, if you don’t mind? I just need of hair.” “Yeah sure.” Zane sniped a piece and started walking down the hall as Logan said. “But me and my moms have done DNA test. Cant find a single match. We think there from east asian and just left me in america for a ‘better life’.” They walked into a tech room. Zane put the hair in an analyzer then took out a petri dish with a smaller sample of hair and put that in another analyzer. It was thinner and lighter but still black, looked like it was from a new born.

“We had a son.” Zane admitted. “...What?” “Me, Cole, Jay, Kai…we had a son. Kai’s dads showed us how to crave a child out of stone. We did the rituale and we had a son. He was very powerful, but he was strong enough to control it. And that made him a target. Some people can and wanted him for his power. So we put a stone in the back of his neck to hide the powers and left him in a different dimension. We did everything we could and made Ninjago safe, build back up teams to take over for us and when we went back for him…..We couldn't find him.”

Logans hand when to his neck. He had a blue birth mark on the back of his neck. “...What was his name.” “...Li….It means strength, and power.”

The machine buzzed and they looked at each other. Zane looked down at logan because of his hight and had hope. He held Logans cheek and Logan leaded into the touch. He hugged Zane and Zane hugged him back. “Perfect match.” The machine said and they father and son let out sobs. “Im Li?” “Your Li.” Zane nodded holding his son close.

“I cant believe this. Your my dad- your all my dads.” “Logan if we could have we would have destroyed every universe to find you. Never though the universe who give you back to me.” Zane promised.

“Logan!” They herd a voice call out. “Im going to wake up.” Logan said. “Tell them! Tell the others! When we get Kai back we can find out how I can be with you. I need to be with you-” Logan cried as he woke up. “You will.” Zane promised.

“You will….”

Kai was locked in a little cage and was surrounded by little nightmare monster. As soon as the left the realm he got his fire back so he was currently on fire.

The nightmare creatures cheered for the warmth.

“Fire ninja….Where is your team?” The hunter guy said from a dark corner of the room.

“Jay is having a panic attack, Nya and cole and training like crazy and Zane is cooking while they make a plan.” Kai answered simply. Hunter stomped up to the cage. “How do you know that?!” He demanded. “Because I know my husband’s and I know my sister. And I know what happens when Lloyd gets kidnapped…. Can’t say I know what lloyds doing though.”

“Well you should know that you don't have long. If there not here in time the Knightmare kings going to turn you into a nightmare. Kai took aways his fire and stood up fast. “What!” “What? You just thought we were holding you hostage? Your strong. The nightmare king could use you on his side. After all you sacrificed for the those ninja, they don't seem to appreciate you. I know that Green one thinks your selfish.” Kai rolled his eyes.

This guy was trying to open old wounds.

Kai watched as he left. “Um excuse me?” Kai looked down to the grim spawn. It looked like a dog with one eye. “Can you bring the fire back please?” Kai sighed and lite his fire again. He set the cage on fire too in hopes of escape but nothing.

“Hey you look familiar?” The grim spawn said to Kai. “I do?” “Yeah you look like that Logan kid.” “What?” “Yeah, same eyes, same voice….Maybe your his dad. He’s adopted you know, two moms. Ran a bunch of DNA test and cant find his bio parents.” “Why do you know so much about Logan.” Kai demand. There was a fire in his chest and it made him feel…. Protective over Logan.

“I guardian him when we kidnapped him, kid likes to talk and thinks his friends hate him. I mean it took them almost 2 days to come get him.” Kai hated that. Why did Kai hate that.

He thought of Li. His son. He took a picture out of his gi. It was of him holding the baby but the top part that had Kai had been ripped off. Li was born with a head of thick black hair and blue eyes. You could perfectly see Li reaching for the camera in the photo and Kai’s arms making sure his son didn't fall.

He examined his son’s face. He looked at his eyes. So wide, so bright, so blue. Kai tried to think of Logans face. Logan had blue eyes. Okay well that doesn’t mean anything…. But maybe? It’s always a possibility. Kai can’t get his hopes up. He had looked for Li so for so long with no luck. He had to except he can’t have him back…Even if he is right in front of him.

Logan woke up in his math class. The class room was empty and Miss Putnum was in front of him. “Logan are you okay?” Logan touched his face and it was wet. He had been crying. “I-i need to go home.” Logan stood up and got his stuff.

He ran to the nurses office and showed him a note from his moms. One of many they left him so he could leave when needed. He ran out of the school and into his empty house. He threw his back pack on the couch. “FUCK!” Logan screamed. “Fuck!” Logan collapsed to the ground. All this time, all this fucking time! There were people out there who wanted him! Who where looking for him! He didn’t have to spend 13 years in this house alone with small visits from two women to supposedly wanted him. But what was he going to do! There in the dream world he’s in the real world. His actual parents might be in another dimension! Then what about the dream ninja! This was too much. Logan began to take deep breaths. He got up and got a glass of water. But before he could drink it he realized something.

Kai was his dad. Kai was imprisoned.

Logan carefully drank the water and thought about what Kai had said. “Whats so special about you?” Kai….Kai didn’t like Logan.

Zane clearly cared about him but what about the others. It’s been 13 years.

No one wanted Logan.

Logan knew this to be fact. He walked up stairs to his room when he saw the attic. He went up and found his baby box. It had all his adoption paper work. He began to sort through it all. Piles and piles of paper work. Every dna test result all coming back with no leads. Logan through the dna papers across the room. Something caught his eye. He dug through the box and found a pendent. It had 4 symbols surrounding a white marble. It must have been and opal. They looked like animals, a octopus, a gorilla, a lion and a tiger. Under it was an open letter.

‘To who ever has our son. Take care of him. Be there for him. Make him know he’s wanted.’

“...Thats it? Thats all they say? Not my name, not my powers not even a birth certificate!” Logan was so upset! Why. why did anything happen like this! Something fell out of the letter. Logan bent down and picked it up. It was a photo. It was ripped in half but it was a picture of Kai. He was smiling and looking down at something. Something he truly loved. Logans gaze moved to the pendent. He put in on. He can get the whole story when he goes back. He tucked the letter in his pocket and went to his room. He laid down and waited for sleep to take him.

He woke up expecting to be at his dream pad but instead found himself in the nightmare world. “Shit.” Logan changed to be small and blue and began running to the castle. He was going to have to do this alone. He understood the nightmare realm. He knew to be quiet and unnoticable.

He walked through the front gate with a group of grim spawn. A larger group walked out of what Logan recognized as the room they had held him captive in. He broke from the group and walked into the room. Once he spotted Kai he changed back into himself and walked over to the cage. “Whos there!” The master of fire asked shaking his cage. “It’s just me man.” There was a big ball of anxiety in his chest. “What? Where is everyone else?” “There not here. I went to sleep and woke up in the nightmare realm so I came to save you.” “Thats dangerous! Who knows what these guys can do!” Logan took a step back as Kai raised his voice.

“...I do! I was kidnapped by them! I know! So shut up and let me save you!” Kai doesn't like him and he doesn't want him. He was wrong they don't want him. He’s going to save them and never go back to ninjago. He can live with his moms, he’s lived that way for 13 years. No reason for that to change.

Kai was silent. He crossed his arms and leaned back. “Go ahead. Try.” Logan glared at him as he changed into the blue him and jumped on to the cage. He stuck his hand in the lock and unlocked it. As the door swung open he changed back. “Come on. Hate it here.” Kai looked shocked but he walked out of the cage and fallowed Logan.

“Whats the plan?” Kai asked. “Exits right there.” Logan pointed at the door. “...Are we just walking out the front door? Theres no way thats going to work.” “And yet-” Logan opened the door and walked out. “It does.” Kai followed after Logan confused.

“We have to get to where the portal open’s so the others can get us out of here.” Logan explained as they walked across the land. Logan felt the picture and pendent in his pocket. He took out the photo and grimaced at it. “And here. You can keep that.” He smacked the photo into Kai’s chest and kept walking.

Kai stoped at the sudden hit. He looked at the photo and his eyes widened. “Wait! Wait! Li!” Logan stoped in his tracks. No even Zane had called him that. “How do you have this? Do you know what this is!?” “Yeah its the photo you guys left in yout shitty letter.” “Logan!” Kai stood in front of him stoping him walking forward. Kai took out his photo.

Logan watched as Kai held them together. It was like two perfect puzzle pieces fitting together. “I tried leaving the whole photo but I was attack- It ripped- I just-” “You what? Wanted me to know who wrote that letter? Bull shit.” Logan pushed past the ninja “What are you talking about?” Kai asked as he fallowed behind. “‘To who ever has our son. Take care of him. Be there for him. Make him know he’s wanted.’ Bullshit. If you wanted me you would have left anything to help be find you besides a ripped photo that was stuck in an envelope for 13 years.” Kai stoped. “....Thats not what the letter said.” Logan groaned. He took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to Kai. But then the letter was glowing. “It didn’t do that before.” Kai saw the pendent. “....Did you read it before or after putting on the pendent?” “...Before.”

Kai took the letter and began to read. “Li. Were sorry. Theres a war and we have to keep you safe. We are your fathers. Kai master of Fire, Zane master of Ice, Jay master of lighting and Cole master of earth. We love you-” Kai's voice began to crack. “And we want you. If when your reading this we haven't found you yet take out the opal from the pendent. Throw it to the ground and it will bring you back to ninjago. We don't know how much time has passed and we can understand if you have a life and don't want us but….we want you.” Kai dropped the letter. “I want you…. I want you logan.” The father and sons face were wet with hot tears.

“...I want to be wanted.” Logan croaked out. “You are! You so are! There’s so many people who want you and miss you.” Kai opened his arms. Logan took a step before he fell into Kais arms. They just cried and held each other. “Your so special.” Kai told his son. “We can do whatever you want about this. I promise.”

Suddenly a portal opened. Mr.Oz’s bus can through frist then Nay’s mech. “Okay gang, we have to find Kai and Logan-” “No you don’t!” Logan yelled not letting go of Kai. “Logan!” Everyone yelled. The Ninja ran over to them. Zane was the first to join the hug but Jay and Cole quickly fallowed.

“Is it really you?” Cole asked, holding the side of Logans face. “It is.” Logan Held up the pendent and the family broke into more sobs.

“Uh, do you know whats happening?” Cooper asked Mateo who nodded no.

The family parted and walked dover to the group. Lloyd and Nya where quick to hug Logan. “It’s been so long Li!” Lloyd laughed. “I cant wait for you to be back.”

“Um does some one mind explaining?” Zoey asked. Logan turned to his friends. “...You guys know im adopted?” They all nodded. “We could never find my birth parents….and I just did. Ninjago is real and it’s its pawn dimension. Out side of the dream world and our own world. The ninja helped me find out.” Logan held out the pendent. “All I have to do is break is stone and I can go home.”

“Wait but what about your life? Your moms, sports, school?” Izzie asked. “My mom’s don’t care about me. I see them maybe once every two week! I hate school. I hate sports. Honestly I hate my life! But this can bring me home. To people who actually want me.” “...What about us?” Cooper asked.

“....” Logan didn’t what to say. He didn’t think they liked him his much. “....Ill still be in the dream world every night. If anything thats better than seeing me at school-” “But what about morning burritos!” “And dj gigs?!” “And Sheep week!?” Logans friends bombarded him with questions. He wanted to be upset but he just couldn’t be. He started laughing and Oz came over. “Kid’s kids! Leave Logan be. It’s his life and his happiness.” “Thanks mr.Oz. Ill miss you class, you had the best desks to sleep at.” Oz patted his back. “And I wont miss you snoring.” “Oooooo!” Everyone laughed at Mr.Oz’s burn. But laughing turned to crying. And crying turned to hugging.

Logan turned back to the Ninja. “So, when I break this…Ill go back to ninjago. But what about you guys?” Zane held Logans shoulders. “Well…I think the universe will fix it’s self and we will be them and we will just be normal dreamers.” Zane explained. “So, yall wont remember this?” Logan felt panic. “It sounds like us in Ninjago won’t remember but we will.” Cole said gesturing to the ninja.

“...So what do I do?” “Wake up, Break the stone, Walk through the portal.” Jay explained. “And we’ll be waiting on the other side.” Kai explained. “And if you change your mind and you want to go back. Talk to us. We’ll make it happen.” Logans heart swelled. “We love you Logan.” Cole told him. “...I love you guys too. I cant wait to come home.”

When Logan woke up it was still night out. He packed a backpack with all the things he couldn't live without. But he had to carry his key board. He texted the group chat and asked them all to meet him in the park. He left a note on the counter.

Dear mom’s, I've been in this house alone for 13 years. I found the letter and the pendent my parents left me. Why you never gave it to me ill never know. There was a ripped picture with the letter and using that I was able to find my dad. I know it’s him because he had the other half. We also got a dna test done and it came back a match. I've left to go live with him and I want to be no contact. I've loved you both as my parents for years but time for me to go.

“Well… we had some fun. Thanks for always being here house.” Logan locked the door as he left.

When he got to the park everyone was already there. “I couldn’t do this alone.” He said as he walked up to Cooper, Izzie, Mateo, Zoey and Mr.Oz. “We wouldn’t let you if you tried.” Zoey snarked. “Im going to miss you so much lo-lo! Here, I want you to take snappers. So whenever you hug him you’ll think of us.” Izzie said as she started crying. She gave logan her blue crab plush. Logan himself started to tear up. “Thanks Iz.” They hugged. Izzie was always there for him rain or shine. “You know, im actually going to miss you Logan.” “Yeah yeah ill miss you too Mateo.” They two boys shared a first bump. Logan couldn't even turn to Cooper before he was tackled in a hug. Logan was shocked for a moment, but he carefully hugged him back. “You really helped me man. I wouldn’t be who I am today without you.” “...I know Coop. I know.” Cooper finally let go as Mr.Oz came over.

He gave logan a packet. “I don't know if they have schools were your going so this is the home work for the rest of the year.” “Hehe, thanks Mr.Oz.” Logan for the frist time hugged a teacher. Mr.Oz awkwardly held up his arms at frist but then he dropped them and hugged the dreamer. The others came in a hugged Logan one last time.

“Okay. It’s time to go.” Everyone stepped away.

Logan took stone out of the pendent. “Good bye.” He threw it to the ground and it shattered as it hit the pavement. There was a flash of white light and when Logan opened his eyes he wasn’t in the park anymore. He was in a monastery.

“Li?” Logan turned around to see four ninja.

“...Hey Dad’s.”

#lego dreamzzz logan #lego dreamzzz #the lego familly au #lego ninjago #polyninja #fanfic

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