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starlitangels · 2 years

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Comfortable/Comforting

I... have not written a single one-shot for Huxley and I feel very bad for neglecting the best Earth boi so I wrote one slightly longer than usual to make up for that. This takes place around Season 1. 3.3k words

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“Hux, that person in the bleachers keeps staring at you,” Tyler said, nodding over Huxley’s shoulder.

Hux glanced back. “Oh yeah! Dude, that’s my friend. They’re a Freelancer. Super dope. I can introduce you after practice, if you want.”

Tyler narrowed his eyes. “Friend?” he quoted.

“Yeah, man! I caught a ride with them this morning, so they’re hangin’ out until practice is over so they can give me a ride back home.”

Tyler nodded slowly and wandered over to Xavier. “Huxley has a crush,” he whispered. Xavier looked up from where he’d been looking at his whiteboard, planning practice. Tyler jerked his head in the direction of the bleachers. “The Freelancer. Up there. He said they’re ‘friends’ but I was not getting that vibe off of him.”

Xavier chuckled. “Well. Good for him,” he said. “Don’t push him about it, though, okay? Huxley is a pretty private person and he’s just barely started opening up to the team. Don’t push him.”

“Sure, cap. Whatever you say,” Tyler said.

—

“Yo! Dude! Thanks for stickin’ around through practice,” Huxley said as he jogged over to me where I’d moved down from the bleachers to the fence that circled the field, sitting on top of the bars and reading from my textbook. I looked up.

“Of course. And you’re welcome to catch a ride with me until you get your car back. I know mechanics take a couple days sometimes.”

“I mean—I don’t wanna put you out or anything, dude. I can manage—”

“Huxley,” I interrupted. “You’re not putting me out. You’re not even out of my way to get to class. And, I’ll be honest, it was nice talking to you on the drive to campus this morning.” I gave him a smile.

Huxley shuffled back and forth on his feet and looked away. “Thanks, bro.”

I hopped off the fence, shoving my textbook back in my bag. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah. Yeah, dude. Let’s head out.” He turned and waved goodbye to his team before vaulting the fence and landing next to me. Given the fence was nearly five-feet high and he cleared it by several inches, I was kinda surprised. I shouldn’t have been, but I was.

We walked from the field back to my car. I’d moved it from the lot where I’d parked that morning over to the field during Huxley’s practice so we wouldn’t have to walk as far.

“I’m gonna be honest,” I said as I got out my keys. “That sport still makes no sense to me. I mean, heaven forbid you guys play, like, football like unempowered folks or something.”

“Well, then, you’ll have to come to a game, you know? The sport makes more sense when you see it being played, rather than just us stopping halfway through a play to fix something at practice,” Huxley said, slinging an arm around my shoulders in a sweaty hug while I cringed. He laughed. “I don’t know, dude, maybe you can convince Lasko to come see me play with you.”

“Maybe. I mean, I don’t mind coming alone. But yeah, it’d be nice to have another friend there,” I said. Wonder if Caelum would come with me to one. He’d probably have fun—though, given no one else can see him that would be kinda weird, wouldn’t it? Just me, talking to thin air...

I unlocked my car and we piled in. It was a really nice day outside so I rolled down the windows before backing out of the parking space.

“Hey, Hux?” I asked, looking in my mirrors and over my shoulder as I backed out.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna stick around my place for dinner before I drop you home? I mean, I’m just reheating some leftovers from Sunday—my friend Damien sent me a recipe for this... curry... thing. I had to get rid of most of the spice, but it’s pretty good. Damien’s a Fire Elemental—spice and heat don’t bother him much—so he over-spiced it waaay too much. I mean, even for people who have a high spice tolerance, this was excessive.” I laughed. “Yeah. The food is good, but the first time I made the dish I had to change how much spice went on it for the second time. I thought I was gonna burn my tongue out of my damn mouth.”

Huxley chuckled. “Sure, dude. If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all! It’ll be nice to have some company.” We pulled out of the parking lot.

How do I tell you... How am I supposed to say everything I’m feeling? When I don’t even know... why you give me butterflies in my stomach. How do I explain that I’ve never felt as close to someone as I am with you? Even before my powers manifested and I started withdrawing from my life. What are the right words to say you make me feel like I’m just... allowed to be who I am with no mask? No performance. Just... me?

Huxley, how do I tell you I’m in love with you?

—

“Freelancer, that food was dope,” Huxley said.

I smiled. “You liked it?”

“Yeah, dude! It was awesome!”

“Well, thanks. I’ll have to tell Damien it was a hit.” I leaned back in my chair. “So, have you got homework to finish or do you wanna play a round of Super Smash Bros before dessert?”

“Oh, I get to stay for dessert, too?” Huxley teased.

“Well yeah. Gotta balance out the spicy food with a sweet treat, right?”

We both chuckled.

“Well, I’m down for a round of Smash Bros,” Huxley remarked. “Who’s your main? Mine’s Little Mac.”

“I don’t know. I don’t really have a main in Ultimate. There are a bunch of good characters so I swap between a couple. I used to have, like, a Brawl main and a Melee main—I only played the Wii-U one like, once—but with Ultimate... they kinda nerfed my old mains and so I never really use them as much as I used to. I like Cloud. First time I played Ultimate I tried Cloud for the first time and wiped the board with the friends I was playing with. I’m pretty sure it was beginner’s luck but ever since I’ve done pretty well with him. I was super stoked when they added Sora, too. He’s kinda floaty but his B attack is pretty good, when it comes to range.”

Huxley laughed. “Well, I’m pretty good at Ultimate. You ready to get your ass kicked?”

I cackled. “Oh—oh you’re on!” I said.

We laughed, getting up from the dining table. I took Huxley and my plates and utensils to the sink before making my way back to the living room where Huxley was booting up my Switch.

“Here,” I said, opening the cupboard of the console table my TV rested on, “I... have a controller... that might be helpful... for you.” I dug around in the cupboard and pulled out the controller. “It’s too big for my hands. I had a friend back home with hands about the same size as yours, so I got this.”

“Bro, seriously?” Huxley asked, taking the green controller from my hands as I turned on my usual controller. “That’s dope!”

“Yeah, man. Gotta avoid that carpal tunnel, y’know?” I said.

He laughed. “Yeah.”

We sat next to each other on my couch and turned on the game.

“So... you mentioned your friend. What was home like for you?” Huxley asked.

“Lonely, after my powers manifested and started to get stronger. I started... retreating into myself more. Hiding from friends and family. I’m a Freelancer. My powers are varied and kinda wild, y’know? They would manifest randomly and I could barely control them. So I stopped hanging out with people. Slowly but surely. Stopped even texting them. I used to have people I was really close to. Until I drifted away.

“And then I came here. And I met you, and Lasko, and Damien—and... I have friends again. And it’s really nice.” I smiled as I navigated to the stage selection screen. “Where do you want to get beaten, Hux?”

“Trust me, Freelancer, I’m not the one that’s gonna lose.”

“Big talk. Let’s see if you can back it up,” I retorted, selecting Final Destination.

Huxley laughed. “Oh. We’re startin’ serious, then?”

“Mmhmm.” I nodded and wiggled my joystick around on the character selection screen and input a new nickname into the selection roster. I’d deleted all of my friends’ old nicknames to help us keep track of who was who, so the list was empty. Freelncr.

“Yo. Mind if I put my name in?” Huxley asked.

“Go for it.”

He stuck to just Hux before selecting Little Mac.

I spun my cursor over the page for a little bit, chewing the inside of my cheek, trying to decide who to play as. “You know what? Screw it,” I said.

I picked my character and laughed.

—

Huxley glanced down at the Freelancer. They’d fallen asleep on his shoulder after ice cream and How to Train Your Dragon—and several rounds of losing at Smash. He’d asked if it was okay for him to put his arm around them. And after they’d agreed, they’d fallen asleep within a few minutes. The movie’s credits were still scrolling by on-screen.

He rested his cheek on the top of their head, closing his eyes. The quiet closeness was... comforting. No pressure. He took a deep breath and sighed.

He felt like their bodies just fit together. Like puzzle pieces. Designed to slot perfectly against one another. Maybe it was because they were so much smaller than him. It was easy for him to be physically around them. It was comfortable. And the fact that they trusted him so much that they fell asleep on him… he’d never had an experience like that with a friend before.

Friends… the two of them were friends. And he was glad for that. This small, kind Freelancer had quickly become his best friend. But… the part of him that couldn’t be silenced wished for more. Wished to know what it might feel like to kiss them. Hold them close to his chest every night. Run his fingers through their hair and feel theirs in his. That part of him wanted to see them in his sweaters on cold Dahlia winter mornings. Wanted to stare into their eyes at night while they held hands.

Huxley had never been in love before. He’d had childish crushes on people back home, sure, but this was different. Deeper. This was a longing in his chest that refused to go away.

But he didn’t want to lose his best friend. The first real one he’d made since leaving home.

So, he decided to keep quiet.

“I love you, Freelancer,” he whispered.

They didn’t wake up.

Huxley sighed, eyes still closed, feeling some of the loose hairs on the top of their head tickling at his skin. He twitched away from it and pulled them closer to him, holding onto them like a teddy bear.

He’d wake them up in a half hour so they could take him back to his place. He didn’t want to make things awkward for them. But for now… he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to just hold them, even if they weren’t his. Their body was warm. Just being near them made him feel safe—which he knew was mildly ridiculous given he was well aware of the fact that he was probably one of the most powerful Earth Elementals in the country. But that didn’t change that he felt safe with them.

He felt them snuggle closer to him in their sleep and his heart sped up—before slowing way down.

—

My alarm started blasting from my phone so loud I jumped.

Peeling open my eyes to turn it off, I groaned. My entire body was stiff and—

I swore under my breath. “Huxley,” I said quietly, shaking his arm just enough to try and rouse him. “Hux, wake up.” I reached to my coffee table and turned off my alarm. “Hux, c’mon. We slept through the night.” I swore again, softly, as I stretched out my aching neck.

Hux took a deep breath as he came back to consciousness. “Freelancer?” He blinked his vibrant green eyes at me owlishly. “Wha—what’s goin’ on?”

“We fell asleep on the couch,” I said. The How to Train Your Dragon menu was still playing its music on my TV. “Let me get you home.” I moved to try and get up, but Huxley’s strong arms wouldn’t let me budge. “Hux?” I set a hand on his arm.

He swore. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, dude.” He let go. His warmth retreated from around me. I was reluctant to feel it leave. It had been so comfortable. Comforting.

I got off the couch and stretched. “Can I get you some breakfast?” I offered. “Save you some time so you can change at your place?”

“Uh… sure. Sure, that’d be dope. Thanks.”

I nodded and offered a hand to pull him to his feet. He took it, but mostly stood under his own power. We went into the kitchen. I opened my pantry. “I have a bunch of breakfast stuff. Feel free to look around and pick something. I’m gonna go change real quick.” I retreated to my bedroom—quietly thanking all things holy that Damien had helped me figure out how to do some cleaning magic the other day since I didn’t have time to shower.

As I rooted around in my dresser and closet for a fresh outfit, I concentrated on the magic.

With a puff and a whoosh, I was clean. The magic wasn’t as satisfying as a shower but it did its job. I didn’t have time to complain too much.

Once I sorted myself out for the day, I went back to the kitchen to see Huxley sitting at my island with a bowl of cereal, munching quietly. “I made you some toast,” he said, nodding to the small plate on the island next to him. “The toaster was just out on the counter with crumbs all around it so I figured you probably use it a lot.”

I sat at the stool next to him. “Thanks, Hux. That’s very kind of you.”

“Nah. Just doin’ what anyone would do for a friend.” He smiled at me. I smiled back.

“You know what we should do, this weekend maybe?”

“What?”

“That hike. The one to the grotto again. It was really nice and I want a break.”

“Yeah, dude! That’d be sick! Let’s do it!”

I smiled. “Great!”

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A Few Months Later...

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I stirred slightly, taking a deep breath as I woke up. I felt Huxley’s arms tighten around me. He sighed, waking up himself. “Morning,” he said quietly.

“Morning,” I replied.

“I like waking up to you in my arms.”

“Mm... me too.” I rolled over so we were facing each other. His eyes were open, but half-lidded with sleep. The brightest green I’d ever seen. I reached up and tapped the tip of his nose. His mouth quirked into a small, sleepy smile. “I haven’t slept that well in a while.”

His tired smile widened. “Same, dude, same. Can I get a kiss?”

“Of course.”

Gently, I pressed my lips to his. His arms slid around my body, holding me firmly against him. Both of us sighed in contentment. “I love you, Freelancer,” he whispered against my lips.

“I love you too, Huxley.”

Of course the moment had to be interrupted by my phone ringing. I groaned in complaint and rolled over to smack around on the bedside table for it. The screen made my eyes hurt as I read a familiar contact name. I hit the volume button on the side of my phone, silencing the ringing and stopping the vibration.

“That can go straight to voicemail,” I muttered decidedly.

“You’re just gonna ignore your parents?” Huxley asked.

“Yeee-up,” I said, putting my phone screen-down back on the bedside table. “They didn’t take my powers well. I haven’t spoken to them since I came to Dahlia. This is the first time they’ve tried to call me in, like, a year. And after they essentially kicked me out, I have no interest in humoring them.” I rolled back over so I was facing Huxley again. “I’d rather spend this nice, quiet Saturday with you.”

“You sure?”

“Definitely.”

“Okay. Do you wanna... maybe... video call my moms with me? Not right now, obviously—I mean, neither of us have any clothes on—but maybe after breakfast?”

“Yeah. That’d be awesome.”

“Dope.” He sucked a deep breath in through his nose. “Is it time to get up? I’m getting hungry?”

“I guess so,” I said.

We got up and got dressed—me putting on the clothes I’d been wearing yesterday since staying the night at Huxley’s had been a somewhat spur-of-the-moment decision at the end of our date—but not without plenty of distractions.

It almost felt pointless to me to get dressed with how badly I wanted to push Huxley back down onto the bed. Or pull him down on top of me. Whichever worked. But restraint was a virtue. Probably.

We ate breakfast in silence, both of us tired. Then settled onto the sofa.

I sat close to him so we both could be on screen as he video called his moms.

The phone rang exactly three times before they picked up. “Huxley!” the two women said at the same time.

“Oh! Is this your partner?” one of them asked.

Huxley smiled. “Yeah!” He glanced at me. “Freelancer, say hi?”

“Hello!” I said with a smile. I introduced myself.

“Huxley’s told us so much about you!” the other woman said. She had the same green eyes as Hux.

“All good things,” Huxley put in quickly, shooting a glance at me.

“Oh absolutely.”

“Yeah—you’ll have to fly home with him one of these times so we can give you a hug for making our baby so happy.”

I felt my face heating up. “I’d love to. It would be an honor to meet the women who raised such a kind, caring, loving gentleman,” I said, giving Huxley a quick kiss on the cheek while his moms “Awww!”ed at me. He chuckled, good-humored but maybe a little embarrassed.

“So what have you been up to while I’ve been gone?” Huxley asked them, changing the subject.

His moms exchanged a knowing look on screen before smiling again. “Oh, same as always. Your mom made that pie you love the other day because we were missing you.”

“And I caught your mama crying over a photo album of your baby pictures.”

Huxley looked sad. “I’ll visit home soon, moms,” he said. “I promise.”

“We know, baby. But that doesn’t stop us from missing you.”

“I miss you both too.”

“But we are proud of you—and really happy that you found someone who makes you so happy.” His mama—the one with Huxley’s eyes—gave me an affectionate smile.

I let Huxley talk with his moms for a while without interrupting, only speaking when directly addressed. But I held his hand and gave it occasional squeezes and just smiled. I’d seen Huxley open up and be vulnerable to me, and seeing him so delighted to talk to his moms made me happy for him. Before each other, we’d both been lonely, here in Dahlia. Lonelier than we’d probably even want to admit. A lot of our early interactions were tinted with the melancholy of that.

But now—seeing Huxley so happy—it made my heart burn with its own joy.

As he was signing off on the video call, I waved goodbye to his moms. Once the call disconnected, I kissed him. I couldn’t help it.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“I just love seeing you happy.”

He kissed me back. “I love seeing you happy too, babe,” he said.

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Huxley #Huxley #Redacted Freelancer #Freelancer #Starlit Fic

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quackisinnit · 3 years

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What Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, c!Techno, Wilbur would get you for Valentine's Day

Note: probabaly the biggest headcanon i've ever wrote KDSHJS i'll only do this when theres a speacual occasion. sorry it came out so late!!

Genre: fluff, romantic, irl and in-game, gender neutural, they/them

Warnings: none

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Dream

Heart Shaped Balloons and Flowers

he would bring you to a fancy restaurant

like he would go all out

anyways

he gives you the gifts like before you leave the restaurant

he payed for the check

and he just stands up and says "wait here, i'll just get something real quick from the car"

you're so confused cause like

he already brought you to a fancy place?? what other surprise does he have for you

and he comes in with the balloons and flowers

and you're all like

"dream you're too sweet, i'm gonna cry"

"aww no dont cry D:"

when he gives it to you he kisses your cheek and say some romantic stuff

"i love you so much y/n"

"i'm so grateful for you, thank you for sticking withme theough thick and thin"

George

Chocolates and A Teddy Bear

you would both be at home

just hangin out

cause why go out if you can just stay at home an watch movies together??

he'd even make you pick the movie

which is pretty rare

cause in his words,

"you always pick the worst movies"

"wdym??? i pick the best movies D:<"

and while watching

he gets up and you dont really expect anything

cause yaknow he could be going to the rest room

and when he comes back,

he calls out to you, gifts in hand

"y/n,"

you then look at him and he smiles at you

"happy valentines day:)"

and he'd give you the tightest hug in the world

"aw george thank you, you're the best"

"i know😏"

"oh shut up"

Sapnap

A Big Teddy Bear and Flowers

he would try to plan something big

like a big banner with "happy valentines day!", lots of flowers, etc

but he couldn't cause he was busy:((

and a few days before valentines day he'd just buy you flowers

he planned to give it to you before you wake up

so he woke up earlier than you

he tried to make breakfast for you

but he was so nervous so it was pretty hard

like he would be trying to make you some eggs but heended up burning them on accident

in the end he just made you a sandwhich

when he went in you were still alseep

and after a few minutes of deciding,

he called dream LMAOO

"DREAM HELP WHAT DO I DO"

"JUST WAKE THEM UP"

and so he did

you were greeted with a very happy and nervous sapnap

"happy valentine's day:)"

and he'd give you the flowers and sandwhich

later on in the day you both went to a carnival and win you a big teddy bear in one of the games

cause he felt bad for just getting flowers djshsj

Karl

Cupcakes and A Teddy Bear

he'd first greet you in the morning by peppering your face with kisses and handing you the bear

"here you go love, happy valentines day"

and he'd be all giggly that day too

for the next surprise

he would make this a bonding experience

like you would both make the cupcakes

maybe even make a contest and see who makes the better cupacakes

and it'd be so much fun

he'd throw flour at you, try to mess up the color of your icing by adding more food color in it, etc

like you'd be mixing and he just comes up behind you and probabaly throws an egg at your head LMAOO

"okay so i nee-" you feel something hard hit your head and then hear a cracking sound

you turn around to see that karl has thrown an egg at your head

but it didnt break, it only broke when it finally hit the ground

"oh karl you're in for it now-"

you'd be throwing different ingredients at eachother

maybe even spoons and spatulas

"HA get recked y/-" he pauses

"y/n."

"did you just hit my head with a fork?"

"... maybe"

just really chaotic honestly

and cleaning up would be pretty hard

like there would be flour and icing everywhere

but the whole experince was fun<3

Quackity

Flowers and Song/Poem

he'd be stressed about it

like "will they like it?" "is it good enough??"

just lots of thoughts racing through his head

when he gives it (the flowers) to you

his hands would be sweaty

he clears his throat and gets a piece of paper from his pocket

and its the poem

he starts readibg the lines

(spoiler, its a joke poem)

"y/n, the first time i saw you, i pissed my pants"

"and i like ants"

or somethimg like that KSJAK

he'd just say stupid stuff to make you laugh

then after that comes the real gift

the song

this man makes his own song and tune

nothing was taken from the internet

like he wrote the lyrics himself and the tune

and he'd sing it seriously

when done with the song, he looks at you

"did you like it??"

"like it?" you scoffed

his heart fucking STOPS

"i loved it:)"

and he'd just let a sigh of relief

"dont ever pull that shit again i thought you hated it >:()"

Techno

Going on Picnic and Poem

at first he wouldn't know what to give you tbh

he'd be asking phil what to give you

"phil what should i give y/n?"

and phil would help him

"just give them anything, i'm sure they'll love whatever you get"

"but phil what if-"

he'd want something good enough for you

like he doesn't want to get you just flowers

it needs to be something better than that

but at the same time he's just too lazy to plan anything that big

so he just decided on going on a simple picnic

and he also decided to write you a poem

so you're picnic takes face in a large field

in the middle of nowhere

"techno, where are we?"

"you'll see"

you both to a hill where you find a blanket and a basket, filled with various kinds of food and drinks

"aww techno, thank you. you're so sweet:D"

and he'd be all flustered

"yeah but its just a picnic.."

you both sat down and just talked about things

and before you left he told you he had one more surprise

he reaches to the bottom of the basket where a paper lays

he gets it and begins reading it to you

spoiler alert, its the poem

when he's done, just like quackity, he looks at you

"did,, did you like it?????"

"i loved it techno" and you peck him on the lips

and techno?

boom, his heart explodes

"i'm glad you liked it"

he's so awkward and flustered brrr

Wilbur

Chocolates and a Song

with the song he just speedran it

but at the same time he didnt

like he made the tune quickly

but he took a long time with the lyrics

trying to find the perfect words

but it was hard

because you were so perfect and lovely to him

also cause you were always around him

and you might see what he was doing:((

obviously that would ruin the surprise

so he tried his best to keep it a a secret

and he was able to do it

soon valentines day came

and he sang his song to you

in a blanket fort he made

out of chairs, blankets, and pillows

the fort was filled with stuffed animals, snacks, drinks etc

anything you could think of, it was probably there JSJAJSJ

and if you had a pet

they would just be chilling in the fort

he sang his song there

after, he gave you choclates

cause why not??

he loves you so much so why not more gifts???

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titan-fodder · 3 years

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Prima Vista Part V

[ previous ] Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x Reader, Zeke Jaeger x Reader wc: ~ 8.8k Warnings: pining, testosterone, Zeke being a dick (who woulda thought), subtle manipulation (both on Zeke’s part that goes unchecked and accidentally on Mike’s part) A/N: Well, we’re gettin’ there. We’re truckin’ along. I’m sorry for the last chapter. And, I’m sorry for this one. But, I do still hope you enjoy it. I think we’re at the halfway mark here.

Mike gets a text from you at nine PM three days before he’s supposed to go back to campus. It’s just a few words, a question that makes his heart drop to his stomach because you’ve never asked it before.

Can we talk for a sec?

He waits for a few minutes, tries to get rid of the panicked feeling rising in his chest, but he can’t get it to go away entirely, so he just bites the bullet and calls you.

“Heyyy,” you greet. Mike can already tell a difference in your tone. Something is definitely going on.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I just, uh…” He hears you suck on your front teeth, a nervous habit he’s well versed in now, then you tell him, “I just wanted to give you a heads up before you get back here.”

Mike swallows. “Heads up about what?”

Are you leaving? Did you fail your summer classes despite all his help? Did you get into some kind of accident?

You let out a long breath that Mike wishes he could feel on his skin. He wishes he could see your expression, wishes he could hold your face in his hands and tell you that whatever it is, it’ll be okay. Seems like he’s always wishing for things.

“Um, I—uh… I’m kind of seeing someone.”

The floor falls out from beneath him, and Mike drops with it, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He grits his teeth, trying to breathe normally—in through the nose, out through the mouth. This is about the last thing he expected you to confess.

It’s apparently taking too long for him to gather himself, because you say his name, “Miche?” and he has to squeeze his eyes shut.

“I’m here. It’s, uh, fine,” he lies. “It’s fine.”

“Is it?” You sound worried, as you should because while Mike isn’t mad, he’s extremely disappointed, probably the most he’s ever been.

Taking a page out of your book, he tries to play it cool, act like he doesn’t care. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well, you—...” Met your mom? Learned your secrets? Tried to tell you that he loved you? All valid responses, but you just dismiss it with a quiet, “Nevermind.”

Mike hums, lets the line go silent for a while, then musters the courage to question, “Do I know him?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“What do you mean ‘you think so’?”

“I mean he’s mentioned you, so I figure you’ve had at least a few conversations.” You’re getting that sassy tone, the one that signals you want to drop the subject, but you can’t this time. You’ve already warned Mike that you’re off the god damn market. You might as well tell him who exactly he’s gonna see you holding hands and sucking face with. It’s the merciful thing to do.

“It’s not one of the Pike guys, is it?”

“No, no,” you laugh and it makes Mike want to scream because he doesn’t find this amusing at all, and it only gets worse when you finally answer, “It’s Zeke Jaeger.”

Mike nearly hangs up then and there, but he somehow fights the urge. He does hold his phone away from his ear, though, stares up at his ceiling for a few seconds and stretches his arm out, then brings the device back. “Cool. He’s a… Talented dude.”

“Yeah, but I mean, I’m not exactly starstruck or anything. Not after hangin’ out with you all of last year.”

Mike rolls his eyes so hard he thinks they might fall out of his skull. “You don’t have to make this about me, ba—...” He catches himself before finishing the pet name. He can’t do that anymore. He can’t call you what he wants to. He can’t flirt or smooth hair out of your face. He can’t pick you up and hold you against the walls of the house. He can’t show you how much he cares for you.

“I know. I just feel kinda bad,” you mumble.

“You shouldn’t. It’s cool.” His flat tone is anything but cool, and you can probably tell, but there’s not much Mike can do about that.

You’re pouting when you question, “You’ll still be my friend?” Mike can see the expression without actually seeing it, the doe eyed look you’d be giving him if he were in front of you right now. He can also imagine looping his arms around you and smiling crookedly and kissing your forehead, and fuck, he feels broken.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Shouldn’t even be a question.”

“Good.”

You lapse into another silence, just breathing and waiting for the other to break. It’s you who does. You clear your throat and state one more time, “I just wanted you to know.”

“Thanks.”

“See you in a few days.”

“Yeah,” Mike is barely listening at this point, just looks at the poster on the wall and lets it fall out of focus. “See ya’.”

You don’t hang up immediately, like you’re waiting for him to say something else, but Mike saves you the trouble and presses the ‘end’ button on his phone then tosses it on his pillow and falls back onto the mattress.

He just doesn’t understand. He doesn’t understand any of it. You’ve gone an entire year denying him, keeping yourself closed off and never once bringing up the possibility of actually being together. After all the time spent together, after all the date parties, all the sex, staying at each others’ houses. He feels like he knows you better than anyone else probably does. You let him in. You let yourself be vulnerable in front of him. You acted like you trusted him.

So, why isn’t he your first choice? As soon as you realized you were ready to make a fucking commitment to someone, why wasn’t it him?

Mike doubts he’ll ever get the closure. He’ll just have to cope with seeing you around campus with Zeke god damn Jaeger, have to pretend like everything is fine, like you haven’t ripped his heart out of his fucking chest.

Unbearable. It’s going to be absolutely unbearable.

Moving somewhere new always blows. It takes so much energy that Mike doesn’t have, yet here he is, hauling bags and boxes up to his new apartment unit. Honestly, he would almost prefer to stay in the frat house instead of having to make all the trips up and down these god damn concrete stairs, but at least now he’ll finally be away from all the parties. That will definitely come in handy this year considering he’s not gonna want to go to a single fucking one of them.

Once all of his belongings are stacked in his fairly small living room, Mike glances around his new haven, already thinking about how empty it feels without all the guys milling about and dicking around. He doubts he’ll miss the constant noise, but it’s still something that will take some getting used to.

What he will miss is seeing you all the time, waking up in his old room to see you still fast asleep on his pillows, sitting in the main room with the others, heckling them as they play various games. He’s been focusing on the small things for the last couple of days, the things he never took the time to really enjoy. It feels like he didn’t stare long enough or laugh hard enough when he had the chance, and now he doesn’t know when his next opportunity to do either of those with you will be.

Mike scrubs a hand down his face, scratches the hair he’s let grow out a little too much, then slowly begins to unpack his things. He’s being melodramatic, he knows, but he can’t help it. He can either let himself feel sad, or he can let the unbridled fucking rage take over, and out of the two, he prefers the former.

Mike’s class schedule gets pinned to the wall in his bedroom. His laptop gets set up. Textbooks are tossed into a corner. He really doesn’t care to do much more than that, but he figures he should make the place at least a little presentable. Who knows? Maybe he’ll find someone to entertain.

The thought makes him a little sick to his stomach, but it’s a sensation he’s slowly getting used to as more time passes.

Mike knows he needs to pull himself together, needs to put on a brave face. Pretty soon all the frats will be dealing with the dirty rushers, all the kids who weren’t able or didn’t think to suck up to the brothers during the spring. Then there’s inductions and hazing… Fuck, fall semesters are so tedious even without living in the house. He’s never been a huge fan of it all, but he’s had this image to uphold since he became a pledge.

Now, Mike isn’t so sure he can keep that image in place.

He stays locked away for as long as he possibly can, but eventually there’s a knock on his front door—Erwin who shoots Mike a broad grin and wriggles his ridiculous eyebrows. “You ready, bro? Got a place all your own with no one to bother you—”

“You’re bothering me.”

“Can do whatever you want,” Erwin powers on, completely unfazed. “Bring back whoever you want, no pesky frat boys to get in your way ‘cause fuck those guys, right?” He goes to grab Mike’s shoulders while laughing at his own joke, but Mike swats him away.

It makes Erwin scoff, and then he’s pushing past Mike to get into his new home, looking around for just a second and breathing out a little, “Eesh,” before turning back and giving Mike a look of condescension. “Don’t tell me this bad mood is because of your little toy finding someone else.”

“Okay, firstly, fuck off,” Mike squints at him. “And, secondly, how do you already know about that?”

Erwin examines his manicured nails, buffs them on his shirt and tells Mike, “Saw her and Jaeger walking out of the bookstore earlier. They looked pretty cozy. Pretty giddy, too, all smiles and—”

“Shut. The fuck up.”

The other man snorts. “Calm down, dude. I’m sure you can get her back or whatever you’re trying to do. Zeke’s an assole. Won’t take her long to figure it out.”

“We’ll see.”

This time Mike lets Erwin clap a hand on his shoulder before he walks out but not without suggesting, “You really should brighten things up a little in here. Hang some fairy lights or something. Girls love fairy lights.”

Mike rolls his eyes, not bothering to remind his friend that he only started unpacking half an hour ago, then physically shoves Erwin out of his apartment.

So, you’re already walking around campus flaunting your new little fling, he thinks. Perfect. He’s really looking forward to seeing that everywhere.

Mike eventually has to go by the PKA house for a meeting. Some of the members are already discussing plans for rush week and parties. Should they have lists or just keep them open and direct everyone to the yard? Are they gonna stick to their regular forms of hazing or should they change things up this year? Did anyone stick out from spring? Mike doesn’t pay much attention, just scrolls through his phone skimming through the same three social media apps over and over. He reads through the text thread he shares with you, the one he’s never deleted, and thumbs all the way up to a few months ago just to see if anything had been different back then, if he had said or done something wrong.

But, he’s gone through it a dozen times already, and he never finds anything. Maybe you just grew while he was away, experienced some kind of self-actualization that prepared you for an actual relationship.

Or, maybe Zeke just has something that Mike doesn’t.

Mike runs into you on the second day of classes. Thankfully, you’re alone, and as soon as you catch sight of him, you grin widely and launch yourself at him. It comes as a surprise, your full weight hitting him square in the chest when you jump, and he has to catch you like you’re an excited child.

It’s too close. You’re too close. Body against his as you slide down to your actual height and rest your head on his chest.

“I missed you, Zacharias.”

He wants to lift you up again, lock your thighs around his waist and kiss you like he used to. Instead, Mike pats the top of your head and gently untangles you from himself. He makes sure to smile when you look up at him, and he’s glad you aren’t pouting or frowning, your expression soft when he tells you, “Yeah, I missed you too.”

He asks how your summer classes went. You ask what his course load is like this semester. It’s just small talk, and Mike hates it.

“How’re your parents?” You question like you’re interested, but he can’t imagine you actually are.

“They’re good,” he shrugs. “Dad got a promotion at work a few weeks ago. Mom is doing the same shit she always does.” Like, making his favorite meals to heal his poor little broken heart. Mike hadn’t even told her about the conversation he’d had with you, and yet, as soon as he came out of his room the following morning, she just knew.

“Glad to hear it,” you nod. “Hey, do you wanna grab lunch or something? My next class isn’t til two, so I’m tryin’ to kill some time.”

“Actually, I told Erwin I’d meet him,” Mike lies through his teeth. He’ll be using excuses like that for as long as he can. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s cool,” you wave him off. “I’ll just grab Hitch or—”

“There you are.” Mike stiffens at the vaguely familiar voice ringing out from behind him, hand flexing by his side as the school’s golden boy walks right past him and to you. “I was looking all over for you.”

“Well, here I am,” you laugh, but Mike notes how forced it sounds. It’s a laugh that stems from nerves, he thinks. But why? Is it because Mike is here? Are you afraid of how he’ll act? Or, is it that you’re still in the phase of this “relationship” with Zeke that you’re still anxious around him?

The other man doesn’t even acknowledge Mike for a full twenty seconds. He heavily considers just walking away without a word, but the blond does eventually turn around to look at him and shows a smile that Mike would describe as slimy but you would probably call charming.

“Zacharias,” Zeke greets and holds out a hand. “It’s been a minute.”

Mike doesn’t like the way he says his last name. He only likes the way his friends say it. How you say it. Even if it started off as a way to keep your distance, he grew fond of it. Not as fond as his given name, of course, but hearing those four syllables from your mouth, always laced with attitude, never fails to make him smile.

“Yeah, it has,” Mike agrees, clasping hands with him.

He immediately feels Zeke stick his index finger out over his wrist, an attempt of taking control of the shake. Mike has seen it too many times to count, the petty attempt to flip hands so that one man’s is on top of the other. It’s a terrible way to flaunt one’s masculinity or power, and it’s never worked on Mike.

His hand is quite a bit larger than most people’s, after all. It’s definitely larger than Zeke’s, so when he tries to turn it, Mike doesn’t have a problem keeping his wrist straight.

The blond has to look up at him, actually tilt his head back because Mike has a good five inches on him, and after a couple more seconds, Zeke gives up on the pathetic display of dominance. That doesn’t stop Mike from squeezing his palm just a little too hard, though, just enough to see the muscles in Zeke’s jaw twitch.

When he lets go he chances a glance at you, finding you rubbing your temples. You mumble something Mike can’t hear, probably about men being stupid because there’s no way that little show escaped your notice.

Zeke steps over to you once again and asks the same question you had asked Mike—”You wanna get lunch, babe?”

Hearing him calling you that causes Mike’s blood to bubble in his veins, blistering from the inside out. It’s time for him to leave.

“Yeah, sure,” you nod. Eyes flicking back to Mike, you force another smile and tell him, “See you around.”

The two of you walk off, and Mike watches for just a little too long as Zeke laces his fingers with yours. Once you’re both a safe distance away, the fucker looks back at Mike from over his shoulder and smirks at him.

Mike has long legs. He could easily catch up to you and punch Zeke square in the jaw, make his head snap to the side so that he drops to the ground.

But, what would you think of that? There’s no way you’d be happy with him, and if there’s one thing that would be worse than Mike having to see you parade around with someone who isn’t him, it would be you ignoring him completely.

The first couple of weeks are honestly a blur. Too much is happening for Mike to focus on. The only thing that seems real to him is the ache in his chest. It distracts him day in and day out, through the late rushers and all the sucking up, through the first couple of parties, bid day and the first rounds of hazing. It’s just always there.

He is notably quieter when in the house, and it seems like everyone knows why. While Erwin pokes fun at him for his moodiness, Nile takes a more adult approach and simply asks how he’s doing, if he needs anything, going as far as offering, “You need me to punch that dude in the throat? Plant drugs in his bag? I’m pretty sure Gelgar has coke on his person at all times.”

He’s a good guy. Mike is glad he got voted in as PKA President this year despite Erwin giving him a run for his money. Nile is just personable enough to bring members in and have a good time at events, and just controlling enough to make sure things in the house are taken care of. Plus, Erwin doesn’t seem too broken up about getting Vice instead.

It’s a relief when lacrosse starts back up, finally gives him a way to get some of his frustration out. The other teams have never been luckier to be wearing helmets otherwise Mike would have broken several noses within the first game alone.

The season has some overlap with baseball, games scheduled on the same day, sometimes at the same time. Mike keeps himself from looking into the stands to try to find you, scared that you’ll be there or scared that you won’t be, he isn’t sure.

And, of course, Zeke’s face is plastered everywhere after he pitches a perfect fucking game. Mike wants to be angry, wants to spit on the flyers and punch every computer that’s displaying the college’s home screen, but if he’s being honest with himself, he knows that if it were anyone else, Mike would be impressed. Pitching a perfect game is pretty fucking cool, and the school is lucky to have a player as talented as Zeke, but god, what Mike wouldn’t do to just curbstomp him.

Your name still lights up on his phone fairly often to ask how games went or how his classes are going. You’ve asked for help with homework on one occasion and lunch on another, but after Mike lies about only being able to walk you through the material over the phone and shoots you down for lunch, you seem to get the picture.

He doesn’t want it to be awkward between you, but he doesn’t know how to act now. His entire relationship with you started off as a drunken fuck, and it’s been mostly physical since then. How is he supposed to be able to spend time with you without touching you? Even the semester you refused to hook up with him, there were still times when you were both actively fighting the temptation. Mike can remember seeing it in your eyes all the time, probably just as often as you’d see it in his. You’d sit with a leg pressed against his, fall asleep on his arm every once in a while, and he wants that back now, but there’s no way the two of you can do that anymore. He doesn’t possess the same self-control.

Over the weekend, you end up cracking and trying again, asking for help with studying for a quiz, and Mike has to contemplate it for at least fifteen minutes before he gives in.

Coffee shop on 7th? you text him, and Mike chuckles to himself. The only places you’ve ever studied together is at the library or in his room, and while he could only get as far as a hand between your legs in the school building, he would usually end up in bed with you whenever going over something behind closed doors.

It makes sense that you want to go to a busier place, more eyes to watch you. It’s irritating, but he understands.

Mike grabs one of his own textbooks from the previous year, the one he actually bought so that he could highlight and take notes in the margins, then makes his way to the little cafe.

He’s been to this particular shop many times before, with you as well as the girls who came before—the ones that never mattered. Mike easily spots you at a little table by the window, your own book and several papers spread out around you. When you see him, you grin then hurry to clear a space for him, organizing what Mike recognizes as reading guides.

“Hey, stranger," you greet.

Mike nods, eyes landing on the green hoodie you’re wearing, the one that covers too much of you, that spills over the tops of your legging clad thighs and hides your little hands. It’s his, but it’s always looked better on you. The fact that you still wear it makes Mike’s heart swell a tiny bit as he takes his seat. The sun is hitting you just right and making your face glow, making your eyes twinkle, and he doesn’t know if he can do this.

“So, what d’you need help with?” He prompts before he can make up his mind to turn right back around.

You slide one of the guides over to him and point out several circled questions. The blanks are filled in, but you ask him, “Why?” dramatically. “None of that makes sense to me.”

Mike laughs through his nose and glances at the page your textbook is flipped to so he can open his own.

“Why’d you keep your book from last year?”

He glances up before turning it to show the highlighted lines, the starred passages, the little annotations for better understanding.

“One, because I worked hard on making it better, and two,” he feels his mouth curl up, the teasing coming naturally when he tells you, “I figured you’d probably benefit from it.”

You squint at him, scrunching your nose up, and Mike takes a mental snapshot to tuck away.

“Rude,” you utter.

He raises his eyebrows and leans back in his chair. “I think ‘thank you’ is the term you’re looking for.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just explain this to me if you’re so smart.”

“You know I’m smart.”

Mike doesn’t understand where the casual back-and-forth is coming from. Is it easy because he's done it so many times before? Words tumble from his mouth before they actually cross his mind, and he’s both grateful (it’s better than the awkward small talk he thought he’d have to make) and worried. If he’s speaking without actually thinking things through, what else might he do before his brain catches up? Will he smooth hair out of your eyes? Will he brush his hand over yours? Will he stare at your lips for too long? All of those are habits he hasn’t managed to break yet, but he will break if he accidentally offends you by crossing any of these lines.

He sits with his hands tucked between his legs, only moving to flip a page or point something out with his pinky finger. He's reading upside down, and you're leaning over the tabe, staring at the book then staring at him. Mike tries to look through you instead of at you, but it's hard as you let out a little oh! when something clicks or pouting when it doesn't.

"I still don't get it."

So, Mike finds different ways of explaining things because he knows this information very well now. It's still pretty fresh in his brain, and he may or may not have reviewed some of it when he saw how many of your classes matched up with his.

"Okay, I feel a lot better," you sigh once Mike has gone through every page.

Mike is more or less sitting on his hands at this point, gritting his teeth behind the grin plastered on his face because this is the part where he asks if you wanna go back to the house. This is the part where you wind down together, watching dumb TV shows or pawing at each other, rolling in his bed and laughing and moaning. That's what's supposed to happen.

"Alright, well, if that's it, I should get going," Mike tries, stretching his arms out and nearly smacking the person sitting behind him right in the head.

You snort, cover your mouth, and look away. It's what you always do. You can't look at him when you start laughing or you'll just laugh harder and harder, and while Mike adores it, the general public usually does not.

But, then Mike is snickering because he can feel the stranger trying to burn holes in the back of his skull, has to bite his fist to keep himself quiet, and when you chance a glance and see, you slam your head down on the table, whole body shaking with giggles.

It's always the little things that get you. On one of the walks with Scout over Spring Break, Mike had tripped over a stick on the trail. He managed to catch himself, but Jesus Christ, you didn't stop laughing for ten minutes.

"God fucking—" he's starting to lose it too as he stands and gathers your supplies from the table, tucking them all under one arm then using his other to pull you out of your seat. "We have to leave before they make us."

You hide your face in your hands, trusting Mike to guide you by the shoulders, and once you're both outside, you belly laugh until you wave your arms and gasp, "I can't—I can't breathe—I can't breathe!" Your voice is all high pitched and hysterical, and all Mike can do is bring you to his chest so that you can let your giggles die off in the privacy of his t-shirt.

He can feel your breath through the material as you calm down, eventually looking up and wiping tears from your eyes as you continue to grin.

Mike tilts his face down to stare at you, aware that all of his affections are shining right through his eyes, but he doesn't care because you don't seem to.

“You’re a fucking dork,” he hums, has a fully conscious thought of touching your face—no accident, no impulse, a complete, coherent, thought, so he does it. He just does it. Palm over your cheek, thumb gently tracing to wipe away another tear from your little fit.

You let out a long exhale, close your eyes and hum, then reach up to cover Mike's hand with yours.

Your fingers lock into the spaces between his, and you hold on for a few seconds before letting your hand fall, taking his with it. And, just like that, all the good feelings that had grown inside of him over the course of the study session disappear.

"Miche," you sigh, still holding onto two of his fingers.

He smiles in a way that makes you frown, then mumbles, "Yeah, I know."

After handing your supplies back, Mike kisses you on the top of the head before you can stop him, then turns and starts walking toward the street his apartment is on.

"Why are you always wearing that hoodie?"

You look up from your laptop just as Zeke steps out of his room freshly showered and shirtless. It's a sight that should probably make your mouth water, but instead it's gone dry at his question.

"Oh, uh, I don't really know," you bullshit. "It's just big and comfortable, I guess."

Zeke uses the towel around his neck to dry his hair a little better, questions, "Well, whose is it?" while his face is slightly obscured.

If you pause, he'll probably be suspicious. If you answer, he will also be suspicious. And, you can't really blame him. People know you on campus as Mike Zacharias' friend or girlfriend or plaything or whatever. You assume Zeke having to walk around with that hanging over his head is pretty annoying.

"Oh, wait," he starts before you can answer. Squinting without his glasses, he grumbles, "That's one of the lacrosse hoodies, isn't it?"

You look down at the cracked logo and try not to smile at it. "Yeah. It's one of Mike's old ones."

"Right." He pads over to you and takes your laptop from your legs despite your protests of being in the middle of an online assignment, setting it on the coffee table behind him. Then, using one arm to brace himself on the back of the couch, Zeke holds himself above you and takes your chin between two fingers so that he can tilt your face and kiss you.

It makes you melt. It always does. Your heart beats like a drum in your chest for about two seconds before it relaxes into a subtle thrumming, a white noise that drowns out everything else.

You straighten your back in an attempt to get closer, but Zeke pulls away ever so slightly, makes you chase after his lips and you do. You do because you want more, want him.

It's been weeks now and the farthest you've gotten with him, the farthest he's let you get with him, was the series of harsh kisses he'd ladened you with up against his front door a few days ago. He'd pushed your shirt up and shoved a knee between your legs, giving you something to grind against, but it never progressed to anything more.

You don't understand. It's not like he's never had sex. You've heard girls talk about him on campus, how he'd been seeing so-and-so for a couple months in freshman year, fucked some other chick at a party, etc., etc.

Then you'd met his actual ex the other day, one he dated officially for a semester last year before breaking things off. Her name is Rhi. She's very pretty. And, she had pulled Zeke into a full blown conversation without looking at you once. The way she batted her eyes and smiled at him, twisting her hair and shoving at him playfully—Oh yeah. She's definitely seen him naked.

You didn't say anything about it for a while, just stewed in silence until Zeke finally sighed and asked, "What would you like to know?"

He'd given you the vague outline—met her in class, studied together, decided to date, left her to focus on baseball. That excuse hit a little too close to home, but you'd let it roll off your shoulders.

The point is Zeke has fucked other girls, but he won't fuck you, and you need to know why because you're starting to get desperate. It's not a good look. It's one you never wanted to wear, but the way he stares at you and the way he talks to you, always pointing out your strengths, encouraging you, complimenting you is intoxicating.

When Zeke's eyes are on you, it’s like you're the most important person in the room. He has some ability to make you feel that way, to make everyone feel that way you realized one night after a game. People flock to him. They want to listen to what he has to say. They want to agree with him where he can see.

It's hard to explain to anyone who hasn't met him, but the best way you can describe it (a way only a few people will understand) is that he has a twenty for charisma. He's talented and smart and engaging, can convince anyone of anything the same way he's convinced you that he wants you.

Hand slipping behind your arching back, Zeke presses you against him for just a moment, then drops onto the couch next to you only to tug you on top of him.

You're already breathing too heavily, clutching his face in both your hands as you grind your hips against his. He squeezes your ass, smirking against your mouth when you whimper, then moves his hands to push both the hoodie and your shirt off.

You lift your arms, letting Zeke strip you as your mind grows hazy. He mutters more to himself than to you, a low, "Get this shit off," then carelessly tosses your clothes over the armrest.

Fingers climb up your ribs, almost tickling, making you squirm in his lap. You can feel that he's getting hard, thank god. This just might be the night, please fucking let it be.

You've never been a big fan of terms like ‘blue-balls’ or ‘blue-bean’, never even thought it existed, and it really doesn't; it's just a form of manipulation, of guilting your partner into sex, and you know this because you've had an entire rant about it prepared since high school, but right now, in this particular moment, you're aching. Your insides ache. Your clit aches. You just want—

Zeke pinches one of your nipples hard enough to clear your head for a second, causes you to cry out and pull back. He lets go, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches you and flicks over the sore bud with a fingertip.

"Zeke," you breathe, body trembling.

"What is it, baby?" He coos.

"I—"

He snakes a hand between the two of you, ridding you of any and all thoughts as he rubs over your covered pussy. You're almost positive that if he keeps doing it, you'll start to leak through your leggings, right into his hand.

Panting, an old track plays in the back of your head, a deep voice, breathy and promising, gonna fuck you dry tonight.

You lean forward to kiss Zeke again, letting him suck and bite hard enough to make the frown on your face look natural, like he put it there.

Flames are licking up and down your legs, then your arms, but even though it's Zeke's lap you're sitting in and Zeke's tongue in your mouth and Zeke's fingers massaging your pussy, it's suddenly Mike you're thinking about, and well… That can't be good.

You tangle your hands in Zeke's hair, the different texture bringing you back to reality. His thick beard is scratching against your face. His bare torso is wiry with muscle and pressed to yours. He moves his hand and raises his hips to meet yours, a groan catching in his throat. It looks like he's finally losing his composure, cheeks flushed, eyes are foggy. When you break away, he licks away the string of spit holding you together, tongue running over his lip seductively.

"Can we—" you start, but Zeke speaks at the same time.

"It's getting late."

Blinking at him, you find yourself experiencing too many emotions to actually identify a single one. You feel your eyebrows knit together, but it’s more from your confusion than it is your frustration.

But, you don’t want to be frustrated. You don’t want to be or look upset about not getting sex. That would make you a terrible person, and you’re not about to make him feel bad for not being ready to take that step with you. You’ve been on the receiving end of that, and it doesn’t feel good.

The amount of times you’ve had to masturbate in the last few weeks is a little fucking ridiculous, though.

Nodding mostly to yourself to get your thoughts back in line, you slide off of Zeke to stand up. Your hand is trembling when you reach for your clothes, heat still coursing through you, but you manage to gently grab them from the couch rather than snatch them.

Shirt and hoodie back in place, you gather your things, feeling Zeke’s gaze on you the entire time. You don’t say anything, just nibble on your bottom lip as you run over all the events that took place over the night, what you possibly did wrong, what turned him off or just failed to turn him on in the first place.

After slipping everything back into your bag, Zeke finally gets to his feet and takes it from you, walking with you outside to your car.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he tells you, the picture of calm and collected while your body remains buzzing.

“Okay, yeah.”

He puts your stuff in the front passenger seat, shuts the door, and gives you a sweet little peck that you wish lasted longer.

Zeke says good night, begins walking back to the building, but stops and calls to you right before you shrink into the car.

Even from this distance, you can tell he’s looking you dead in the eye, face suddenly very serious when he tells you, “You can go ahead and stop wearing that hoodie.”

* For the first time since the semester started, lacrosse and baseball games do not overlap one another, and you're able to spend the warm afternoon in the stands, cheering on the friends you made over the last year.

The home team is dominating, Mike and Erwin are too fucking quick for their opponents to get in the way of. The way the ball just flies back and forth between them, like a game of keep-away, shows just how on-the-same-page they are. The other guys are good too, doing a spectacular job of staying one leg ahead, defending their star players and assisting in the offensive effort.

The last goal is made by Mike who launches the ball from the center of the field right into the goal, and both the crowd and the teams lose their fucking minds.

You're up on your feet screaming and clapping, voice breaking as your shrill cry tears your throat. You know you're being drowned out by everyone around you, but as Mike gets lauded for being the god he is—putting up with backslaps and hugs and a headlock from Erwin—he still manages to find you in the second row, grinning in that crooked way you love so much.

You don't know exactly when that started happening, probably sometime after Spring break. Or, maybe it was there since the beginning, just laying dormant at the back of your head so that you could focus on denying him.

It doesn't really matter now since you're actually with someone. That someone isn't around right now, but he's in your thoughts as your chest fills with affection and pride for your friend.

Erwin is shouting about another open party, and your mind is made up to not attend because Zeke wouldn't appreciate it, but then Mike is suddenly lifting himself onto the raised, concrete stands and pointing at you, and before you know it, you're hopping down the next bleacher without a care for the fans who have to lean out of the way.

He's incredibly sweaty as you wrap your arms around his neck, but you don't mind. You were so convinced he would be mad at you or try to avoid you.

You're very aware that you had hurt him by getting with Zeke, and while he had been pretty guarded for the first few weeks, he's opened up some since that day in the coffee shop, when you'd nearly giggled yourself to death. You hadn't expected that to be what cracked his walls, especially considering how that visit had ended, but you're glad that it did.

"Haven't seen you cheering for me in a while," Mike laughs next to your ear.

He's dizzy with adrenaline, swaying back and forth as he squeezes you, and you tell him, "If you make us fall, I will beat you up, I swear."

"Okay," he says in a stupid voice of obvious disbelief, "Whatever you say."

You've been texting more, going over homework together, though you haven't needed his help in-person since he had switched books with you that day. It had been so smooth and subtle, you didn't realize until you opened it to study the following day, immediately noticing all the notes and highlights.

It had made you cry like a little bitch in the middle of your dorm, and you called Mike to thank him without bothering to hide your tears and hiccups.

"Come to the party tonight," he demands, but it's so soft, like he's still giving you a chance to say no.

The crowd is still yelling, so you have to keep speaking into each other's ears, and you ask, "Why? All the Pike parties are sticky and gross."

"'Cause we haven't gotten drunk together in a while," Mike states in the form of a whine.

You snort, feeling his hair dripping onto your shoulder. You should probably be disgusted, but it's not the first time you've gotten sweaty with him, and it's definitely not the worst bodily fluid he's made a mess on you with.

"You know what happens when we get drunk together," you remind him with a smile he can't see. "Can't do that anymore."

"I promise I'll behave."

That's not the problem. You don't know if you can behave. You've been wound up for over a month now, and it is driving you insane. No matter how many times you get off alone in your room at night, you still ache as if you're being edged.

So, getting fucked up with someone you know for a fact can fuck you stupid… probably not the best idea.

"Miche," you protest, drawing his name out.

"Just think about it."

He leaves you with that, hopping down and walking away with his arms in the air as everyone surrounding you cheers for him until he disappears. You just stand there amidst the noise, shirt now wet as you contemplate the pros and cons of going to another PKA party.

As always, Zeke asks what your plans are for the night, but for the first time since you met him, you lie. * King's Cup and Rage Cage and Beer Pong galore. Party-goers are pooling onto the lawn, and you're just waiting for campus police to show because of the chaos, but you're not necessarily scared of it. So you go to jail for a couple days. Worse things could happen.

Currently, you and Mike are sitting on the sidewalk nursing beers and giggling at the new pledges who keep running around the house in less and less clothes.

"Honestly, this isn't that bad," Mike tells you. "Erwin suggested we make them all watch snuff together."

You give him an incredulous look as you raise the glass bottle to your mouth. "Erwin is a god damn psychopath, what the fuck."

"We had to do it and didn't turn out too bad."

"And, just like that, I'm scared of you."

Mike laughs before sticking two fingers in his mouth and whistling as a brawny blond speeds past in nothing but boxers—Reiner, you think his name is.

There are only a few new guys who stick out to you—that one, a long-faced kid named Jean, freckle boy Marco, and, naturally, Zeke's younger brother, Eren. He sorta skeeves you out, so you've been doing your best to stay out of his sight despite never formally meeting him before.

"Kid's kind of a prick, a little too cocky. Always talking about how he's related to Zeke, or should I say your lo-ver," Mike chuckles, sounding amused, but he still downs the rest of his beer afterward.

You let out a little growl, just drunk enough to be too honest, and grumble, "Not my lover. Also, I would never use that term. So cringey."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean it's weird and dramat—"

"No," Mike cuts you off, "What do you mean about him not being that?"

You fall back on the concrete, bumping the back of your head a little too hard and scrunching your face up.

"We haven't had sex. The dude just will not fuck me for some reason."

"Are you serious?"

You glance at Mike and find his eyes wide in alarm.

"As a heart attack. I have never been so frustrated in my entire life."

You probably shouldn't be talking about this with him, one, because you assume it's like twisting a knife right in Mike's gut and two, because the more you drink, the less self-control you have.

He grunts then tosses his bottle into the yard for some poor pledge to slip on.

"His loss."

"Whatever. I'm sure he'll come around eventually," you sigh then sit back up. "And, until then, I guess I'm practicing celibacy or some shit."

Mike laughs hard at that, and it makes you smack him on the arm. "Yeah, good luck with that."

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying," he raises his hands. "You're, like, the neediest person I know."

"Excuse the fuck outta me?"

"In the bedroom, dummy. Obviously not all the time."

This is not at all where you wanted this conversation to go. The more you think about it, the more you feel that ache, the more you want to quell it.

"We should change the subject."

Mike looks at you, flipping hair out of his eyes and smiling like the cocky frat boy he pretends to be.

"Why? Gettin' all worked up."

"You are literally the worst."

You stand and finish your drink, throwing it a few feet away from Mike's as you tell him, "I need to get a little more fucked up if I'm gonna deal with your ass all night."

"Uh huh."

He follows you back inside, but while you make your way into the kitchen, Mike stops to talk with Erwin about one thing or another. It means he has to entertain the masses, talk about the game, and you post up against a wall to watch him.

You should leave. Mike is looking a little too attractive in his stupid fucking pastel polo, and you're supposed to meet Zeke for lunch tomorrow anyway. Zeke, your boyfriend.

Or, well, he hasn't said it explicitly, but you hold hands in public and ignore other people, just make it obvious that both of you aren't interested in anyone else.

Except when Mike sidles up to you with foggy eyes and a smirk he hasn't worn around you in a long time, you groan at the thought that you are interested in someone else. Even if it's just one night, god, you need it so bad. And, you know Mike can give it to you. Exactly the way you want it.

It's Zeke's fault, really. You know he knows how desperate you're getting. If he'd just explain why he doesn't want to have sex, you could deal with it much better than you are now, but he continues to leave you in the dark. It makes you think you're doing something wrong.

Then, there's the problem of feeling like the shittiest person alive every time you get frustrated. You've spent nights trying to rationalize it, but it's hard to think straight when you're so, undeniably horny.

"Don't look at me like that," you tell Mike with a scoff.

"Why not?"

"'Cause you said you'd behave tonight."

He cocks his head to the side and makes a face. "Did I? That doesn't sound like something I'd say to you."

"Oh my god, you're impossible. And, drunk."

"I'm not really that drunk," he waves you off. "It takes more than a few beers to get me fucked up, remember? Downfall of being this large."

Jesus, he really is rubbing it in your face now. Wide with muscle and so fucking tall. Not to mention his—

"I really cannot do this, Miche," you try again, gritting your teeth when his pupils dilate. "Zeke would be so pissed."

"So? Come on, just one more time. I didn't know the last time would be the last time."

You hadn't either. You don't know what you would have done differently had you known—maybe just taken the time to appreciate his incredible body more—but it doesn't matter now.

You try to sound firm and irritated when you snap, "You know you're being kinda manipulative, right?"

Mike tilts his head back as if you just shoved it, blinks a couple times, then swears out loud. "Oh, fuck." He takes a step away, eyes clear for the first time in several minutes. "I'm sorry. I didn't even—"

"It's fine," you wave. "I just wanted you to know. I'm drunk and you're hot, and I don't wanna fuck things up with Zeke."

"Yeah, I get it. Fuck. If you, like, wanna leave, I won't stop you. It was a joke, and then it wasn’t a joke and—That was a shit thing to do."

"Little bit, but you get a pass this time," you laugh through your nose. "Just don't go pulling that bullshit on some unsuspecting freshman or anything."

He runs a hand through his hair, red with embarrassment, and you think to yourself, Mike is a good guy. One of the best. You don't know of many who would take that kind of criticism to heart—how many would feel genuinely guilty. It is college, and every girl knows the trend of fratty sports players getting off scot-free after being charged with sexual assault. Given his status at the school, Mike could definitely do something like that and get away with it.

But, he would never.

You push him gently to show you aren't mad, tell him, "I still wanna hang out with you. We don't get to as much as we used to."

Mike's small smile looks relieved as he takes a deep breath. "This isn't exactly the best place to just chill, but—"

"I haven't seen your new apartment yet."

You regret it as soon as it comes out of your mouth, your little tune changing ridiculously quickly, but you can't deny that you're curious. He's still your best friend, and you want to know what he's done with his new place. Is it bland like his old room in the house, or did he let his real personality show through?

"You sure?" He questions.

"Yeah. We can just, like, play video games or something."

"Are you sure?"

He must feel terrible. You can relate.

"If you don't want me over, just say so," you snort.

"No, no, of course I do. I just don't want you to feel weird about being alone or anything."

"Nah, like you said, you're not really drunk. I'll sober up with water. We'll be fine."

You don't know if you're trying to convince him or yourself. Without the presence of alcohol, you should be able to keep it together, and the distraction of Zelda or Mario will surely help.

"Okay, yeah," Mike nods. "Let's go then."

You don't even bother finishing your drink, just set it on a countertop and follow him out to his Wrangler. It's been a while since you've ridden in it. It's been a while since you've ridden him, your brain helpfully supplies, and as you pull up to the unfamiliar apartment complex, you once again begin to think that this was a bad idea.

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#mike zacharias x reader #miche zacharias x reader #aot x reader #aot fanfic #snk x reader

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usedtobe-angstyoikawa · 3 years

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Ghost

Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader

Summary: you watch the love of your life fade away and turn into his worst habits.

Warnings: angst :(

Word count: 1441

a/n: this wasn’t proofread sorry

Songs I listened to while writing this: protocol, ghost of you, dancing with your ghost, remember that night, heal, to be so lonely, lonely as love, because I had you, end like this, younger, hold on

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Oikawa is a very stubborn man, almost childish. He’d constantly overwork and push himself to extremes his body and mind couldn’t handle. You fell in love with his determination and consistency, finding it attractive how capable he was of getting what he wanted. It took you a while to realize those characteristics, which people usually liked to point out as gifts or blessings, were actually his weaknesses.

You knew very well when you chose to love this man that you’d also have to accept the worst parts of him. You thought you’d be able to change him for good and make him see that by hurting himself he was also hurting his loved ones. But things don’t always turn out the way we want them to.

You walk around what used to be your shared apartment with Tooru, memories of good times and soft laughs flood your mind.

Strong arms wrap around your figure and you smile widely.

“Hey love, I’ve missed you” he whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek.

“You were gone only two hours Ruu” you say trying to annoy him.

“Oh I see so you didn’t miss me?” you shake your head no, playfully, and a smirk makes its way to your boyfriend’s lips. “You’re being mean, you know what happens to mean people?” you know exactly what he’s going to do, but decide to play dumb.

“Mhm, not really. I always get away with it no problem” you look him straight in the eyes, challenging him. And without any warning he starts tickling you and kissing your face, his strong self arms holding you so tight there was no way you could escape.

Those were the arms of your lover, your friend, they kept you warm and safe every night. Well, almost every night. The sweet memory turns bitter and harsh words fill your head.

“You are late, again.” you say while finishing off with your dirty dishes. “This is the fourth time this week, you know I don’t like eating on my own.” you look up to meet his eyes but his not even facing you. You watch him pour himself a glass of water and leave the kitchen, probably to go get a shower. “You know you won’t get kicked out of the team if you stay home just once, right?” you raise your voice, making sure he hears the hurt in your voice.

He turns around and takes a few steps back till he’s resting his shoulder against the kitchen door frame. Icy glare staring you down.

“But you will?” he’s mad, probably had a bad day, maybe something to do with that goddamned knee of his. Doesn’t matter what it is, you still won’t tolerate his attitude.

“If you keep ditching me for volleyball I might” that’s not entirely true, but you can’t stop the words from leaving your mouth.

“Oh please, you don’t want to make me choose, believe me” and with that he turns around and heads to the bathroom.

Warm tears slip past your cheeks, the same cheeks he used to kiss and caress. It’s hard not to miss him, after all he was a charming idiot who was just too lost in his own ambitions. Always putting his passion over love, but making it up to you with gifts and longing stares.

As soon as you step inside your apartment the smell of vanilla reaches your nostrils. The lights are low and you notice rose petals spattered on the floor. Oikawa. You follow the red path till you reach the bathroom and your jaw drops. In front of you is your boyfriend careful lying placing lit candles near the bathtub, which is filled with water and bubbles.

“Oh shit you’re here already, give me a second I’m almost finish” he says once he notices you standing by the door. He goes up to you and gives you a soft peck on the lips. “You can start undressing it’ll only take me a minute. Unless you want me to take care of that too” he teases you.

Once he’s done and you’re finally enjoying the warm bath, he stays next to you and hands you a glass of white wine. You know this is his way of apologizing for not spending enough time with you, and even though you don’t want to give in that easily it’s hard not to when he’s being so sweet. The music playing in the background is slow and makes you feel sleepy. You turn your head to look at Oikawa, wanting to admire his pretty boy features. But his eyes are already on you. His resting his chin against the palm of his hand while his brown orbs scan your face, taking you all in. He stops to stare at your lips for a second, and then moves up to your eyes. Neither of you say a word, there’s no need to. Most people think te prettiest eye colors are blue or green, grey being the most intimidating and hazel the cutest. If that is true, then brown eyes have to be the most intense, you think. Or maybe it’s not the eye color but the boy behind them, piercing through your soul and giving you butterflies. He smiles at you and let’s out a long sigh, never once breaking eye contact. It feels so intimate, he’s undressing your heart and caressing it with his soft fingertips.

That smooth motherfucker. You still have some of those rose petals decorating your living room table, probably won’t ever be able to throw them away. Your heart aches but you know you made the right choice.

“It’s not my fault you have the need to play the hero every time I do something wrong. I’m an adult, I know how to take care of myself” his voice is deep and rough.

“I’m not playing the hero, I just want you to rest and give yourself a break. You say you can take it but I know you can’t, that doesn’t make you weak it only makes you human” you try to talk some sense into him, he’s been overworking himself even though he shouldn’t because of his knee injury. Apparently, not even his teammates could stop him from hurting himself.

“ I am not a child! You say you’re trying to help me but you’re acting just like the rest of them. I thought you understood me, but how could you when the only thing you’re good at is getting on my nerves. And you think you can come to me with your puppy eyes and pretty smile, making me feel guilty for not spending time with you, you should know I don’t have time for that!” his words cut like daggers through your skin “You knew volleyball was important to me when you first met me, so don’t play the victim.”

“Toruu, the only victim here is you, you’re victim of your own thoughts and words. If you keep up with this whole burned out gifted kid act you’re not only gonna loose yourself but also the people you care about.” it was during fights like these that you asked yourself if staying was the right choice, but you couldn’t leave him when he was like this “ I know you want to be the best of the best, but this is not the right way to do it. How are you planning on playing volleyball with a fucked up knee? “ shit.

“The only fucked up thing here is this relationship”

The sound of the doorbell shakes you out of your thoughts and you make your way towards the door.

“Hi... I’m here to pick up what’s left of my stuff. If you still have ent thrown it away that is” he’s staring at the ground, hands in his pockets and a backpack hangin from his shoulders. He looks tired and a little gloomy. At first you don’t really understand what’s going on, but then you remember the box in your room, sitting at the top left shelf. He was supposed to pick it up a week before, but of course he was busy training.

“Yeah sure, come in I’ll get it for you.” you let open up the door and he steps inside, eyes still glued to the floor, and you tell him to sit in the sofa.

You return to the living room, box in hands, and you find him staring at the rose petals placed on the coffee table. None of you comment on it. He takes his things and leaves your place with a sad goodbye, locking your eyes one last time.

#haikyuu!!#oikawa toru x reader #oikawa torū #oikawa angst #angst #fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu boys

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maddogofshimano · 3 years

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A Man’s Promise: Daigo Scratcher Event

Daigo time! Look at these fancy new cards (and karaoke Akiyama, who is the scratcher prize for some reason)

This one ended up being much longer and funnier than I expected, and we get to see Daigo being kind of cool!

Summary: Daigo goes to investigate rumors of Omi Alliance remnants in the outskirts of Kamurocho. He bumps into an old friend turned enemy and gets tangled up in the unintended difficulties the Tojo-Omi war has caused for a local elementary school.

With the conflict between the Tojo and the Omi coming to an end, on the outskirts of Kamurocho, the root of the conflict between east and west is still smoldering.

Daigo: The remnants of the Omi Alliance are still around Kamurocho? Is that true?

Yayoi: Yes, that's the current situation as far as we've been able to tell. Even though things are finished, one group has rallied and refuses to accept the outcome. Daigo: Tch, those asshole...! Kashiwagi: Just to be safe, I've informed the clan members to be ready to move out war at any time--at least until this dispute is settled. I'd like to avoid further burdening our members with this.

Daigo: ....Then let's see how those assholes like dealing with me. Yayoi: Daigo, what are you planning on doing? Daigo: I'm going to smoke out those Omi remnants and drive them back to kansai. Kashiwagi: We need to avoid getting into a second conflict with the Omi. Daigo: Yeah... I got that. <Daigo heads out> Daigo: (Well, talking about hunting down the Omi remnants is all well and good, and they're supposed to be in Kamurocho's outskirts) Daigo: (But how the hell am I supposed to find the bastards...)

???: Aniki. Daigo: You're... Shitamura? (Tl note: could also be Shimomura or Shikukira or probably a bunch of other readings but that's what I'm going with. No clue if he’s been in anything else, I don’t recognize the name!)

Shitamura: You really remember me? Shitamura: When I heard my aniki had gone and become the head of the whole Tojo Clan, I figured you'd have forgotten all about me. Daigo: When you conspired with the other side, I was crushed. I haven't forgotten you at all. Shitamura: Haha, you remember stuff from that long ago? Shitamura: By the way aniki, do you think ya could put in a good word for me to join the Tojo Clan? Shitamura: I'm sure you can see that I'd be useful to you. Daigo: You better think carefully before making jokes like that. Daigo: Do you think I'd deal with a double-crossing man like that? Shitamura: Oh, is that so. Well if the Tojo Clan doesn't take me, won't that mean I have no choice but to work with the Omi? Shitamura: You understand the situation, right? Shitamura: There's still a considerable number of Omi remnants hangin' around Kamurocho. Shitamura: I'm holdin' my breath until the Tojo Clan gets tripped up by it. Daigo: What do you know about the Omi remnants? Shitamura: Who can say? Daigo: So that's how it is. If you want to join the Omi, that's fine. Shitamura: What? Daigo: Go join whatever organization you please. I don't have any right to stop you. Daigo: However, if you join the Tojo and betray them in favor of the Omi... Daigo: I'm destroy you with every ounce of my strength. Shitamura: Oooh, scary. Seems that you're the one tellin' jokes now. Daigo: It's fine if you think it's a joke... but it's not. Shitamura: Wait, where are ya going? We're not done talkin', right?

Daigo: I have to investigate the Omi remnants. I don't have time to deal with you. <Daigo leaves> Shitamura: Shit. I gotta get back on the right track! (Tl note: struggling here. 調子に乗りおってからに!) Daigo: (I've been talking to people for a long time, but no one seems to know anything about the Omi remnants.) Daigo: (Is it already that late? I'll have to make another try tomorrow, then. Hm? That's....) Daigo: Hey, what are you doing out this late? (Tl note: I very briefly thought this was the same kid as in Haruka's scratcher lmao)

Takashi: ...Who are you, old man? Daigo: You can call me Daigo. And you are? Takashi: ....Takashi. Daigo: I see.... Hey, Takashi, you should hurry up and go home, won't your parents get worried? Takashi: Leave me alone. Daigo: Well that's not going to happen. It isn't good for a kid like you to be out this late--especially when loitering by yourself, this street is hard to call safe. Daigo: So go home, I'm sure you have homework to do. Takashi: ...But, I don't want to go to school anymore. Daigo: Do you get bullied at school? Takashi: That's not it. Daigo: Well then, will you tell me why you don't want to go to school? Takashi: The event I planned just got cancelled. Daigo: Event? Takashi: It's a scratch card event, you could even win a prize. Takashi: I went and handed out scratch cards to all the old folks on this street. Takashi: If someone won, they'd get one of the rings or necklaces we all made as a prize. Daigo: So why did it get cancelled? Takashi: Because a bunch of scary old men are having a big fight in Kamurocho. Daigo: ....................... Takashi: If we held the event, we'd all get dragged into their fighting... Takashi: So, we had to cancel it. Daigo: So that's what happened. Takashi: All that planning we did? It ended up being for nothing... Takashi: We spent all of our free time after school doing our best making those scratchers... Daigo: ...But, the fighting is already over. If you held it now, there shouldn't be an issue, right? Takashi: We can't. Those scary old guys are still loitering around our school. Daigo: What? Takashi: They lost the fight but they said that even then they won't run away. Daigo: ....Takashi, which school do you go to? Takashi: Ochiyama Elementary. (Tl note: Literally "falling mountain" which is a really funny name for an elementary school) Daigo: (Ochiyama... that is a little bit outside of Kamurocho) Daigo: (Kashiwagi-san did say they were on the outskirts of Kamurocho, so are the Omi remnants hiding out at Ochiyama.....?) Takashi: Since the event I planned was cancelled... After all of our hard work........ Takashi: Everyone tells me that these things can't be helped.... but that just makes me feel worse.... Takashi: So that's why I want to stop going to school...... Daigo: (This kid.... I can't help but feel responsible for this.....) Daigo: ....Go on home for tonight. I'm sure your parents are worried. Takashi: But! Daigo: It'll be okay if you go home. Takashi: If you keep saying that I'll just go somewhere else. There's a lot of other places I can hang out.... Daigo: That's, uhh... Takashi: See ya. Thanks for worrying about me. But, I'm not going to go home. Daigo: ....If I go talk to your school and get them to run the event, will that make you go home? Takashi: Eh! Really? You'll talk to the old guys there so the event can happen!? Daigo: Yes, I promise. Takashi: Sure, I'll go home then! But don't you forget your promise, okay? Daigo: A real man isn't a backstabber. <the following day> Teacher: Principal, there's a guest here to see you. (Tl note: oh my god Daigo. imagine being this poor principal and the chairman of the local yakuza shows up like "hey you gotta run this scratcher event the kids worked really hard on it :(" I would die)

Daigo: Pardon the intrusion, Principal.

Principal: So, which student are you here about? Daigo: I'm... a member of the Tojo Clan's Dojima Family. Principal: T-Tojo clan...!? Daigo: I've come here today to make a request. Daigo: The event that the children thought of, can I get your approval on it being run? Principal: The... event? Daigo: The scratcher event. We've heard that it was cancelled. Principal: It's true that the event was cancelled.... But why are you interested? Principal: I think people like you have meddled with the children's event more than enough. Daigo: There's no deep meaning behind it. Really, we just can't forgive ourselves if we disadvantage children like this. Principal: Oh... So you're sticking to your own principles. Principal: You should know that the event was cancelled because of a yakuza attack in the vicinity. Principal: Do you think that by doing this you will end up causing us more trouble? Daigo: (There shouldn't be anybody on the turf around here. So that means it is the Omi remnants...) Daigo: .....I promise the children will be safe. So please, allow the event to happen. Principal: I can't trust in the promise of a yakuza. Principal: I can't stand to see a school become so noisy anyways. I was only doing the event for the board of education. Principal: Now, even if I run such an event, my evaluation won't get any better... Daigo: Oi, Principal... Daigo: Didn't you hear me? Principal: Huh? What? Daigo: I'm telling you that if there's any problem at all I'm here to clean it up. So there's no problem from you, right? Principal: O-Oh, right, that's what you said, sir. H-Ha ha... Daigo: Of course, Principal. I'm glad we're understanding each other.

Daigo: Well, I'm off. I look forward to working with you after this. <Daigo leaves> Principal: Hoo... What the hell, why me..... Why do I have to suffer through meeting someone like that...!

Takashi: Mister!

Daigo: Ah, Takashi. Takashi: We're going to have our event! You really did keep your promise! Daigo: It's like I said. A real man never double crosses. Takashi: You're right. Thank you! Well, I gotta go prepare! <Takashi leaves> Daigo: Heh... I can hardly believe he was so depressed before. <Daigo's phone rings> Daigo: Hm? My phone is... This is Daigo. Principal: I-It's me. The principal at Uchiyama Elementary. Daigo: Ah, you. Have you decided to open the event? Daigo: I'll owe you one for this. As thanks. Principal: A-About that, just now a bunch of mean looking men just entered the school. Principal: They came in here to ask about you, and what we talked about. Daigo: What? What do you mean? Principal: I told them why you were here, and they stole all of the scratchers for the event tomorrow... (Tl note: rggo actually fucked up on this and marked this as Daigo dialogue when it clearly isn't lol) Daigo: All the scratchers were stolen? What the hell, who does something like that... Principal: The man, he was named Shitamura. Daigo: Shitamura huh.... And he took all of the scratchers? Principal: That's correct..... every single scratch card the children made, they're all gone, so the event won't be able to happen... Daigo: Shitamura, that bastard... What is he playing at...... Principal: That person did ask me to pass along a message.... Daigo: A message? Principal: He said he'll be waiting at Kamurocho's Batting Center... Daigo: Got it. I'll head there right away. <Daigo goes> Shitamura: Yo, aniki. Ya kept me waitin'.

Daigo: Shitamura, why the hell did you steal all the scratchers those kids mad? Shitamura: Why, to lure you here... I knew you'd have no choice. Daigo: What? Shitamura: There's a lotta people that have a grudge against ya. Omi Member: Hehe. It's about time we repaid the favor. Daigo-san.

Daigo: Seriously, you're... Shitamura: Yep. A buncha Omi men. Me, I actually decided that the Omi was the better deal. Daigo: Shitamura, you fucker... Shitamura: C'mon, I saw ya goin' into that Ochiyama Elementary school. Shitamura: And I got to wonderin' what that was about, and boy was I surprised when I got the story from the principal. Shitamura: My aniki, who's got a glare that could scare a cryin' kid into silence, is off doin' all this cause of a brat. Shitamura: Everyone's been sayin' ya lost your edge when ya went back to the Tojo Clan. Daigo: It doesn't matter what you think of me. Just hand over the scratch cards already. Daigo: Those kids worked real hard making them. Shitamura: Do you think bein' told soft shit like that will make me hand 'em over? Daigo: What are you hoping for, asshole? Shitamura: You're so cold to me. You really gotta let go of that grudge. Shitamura: For now the good people of the Omi want to get some payback. Shitamura: Of course, not even you can handle this number of people. Daigo: ....Well, we'll see. Shitamura: I'll let you in on something, as a final gift to take to your grave. Shitamura: That rumor about the Omi remnants hiding out around Kamurocho, I was the one who planted that. Daigo: What? Shitamura: That's why ya didn't find any Omi sniffin' around Ochiyama. Daigo: Then why is the Omi wandering around Ochiyama Elementary? Shitamura: That's just to extort cash from the principal. Shitamura: That principal is neck deep in gamblin' debt with the Omi. Daigo: So, the only one lurking around the school was you? Shitamura: Exactly. The remnants of the Omi was just a hoax to catch you off guard--and it seems like you, soon-to-be chairman, have fallen for the bait. Shitamura: Once I kill ya, my cred with the Omi will go through the roof. Daigo: So when you approached me about joining the Tojo, that was a ruse too? Shitamura: Yep, if I could get closer to you, I could get more info on the Tojo. Shitamura: The Omi pays top dollar for that kinda stuff. Daigo: Seems your backstabbing is alive and well. Honestly, I'm relieved to hear that. Shitamura: Why's that? Daigo: Since it was only a rumor that remnants were hiding, the Tojo can stand down from it's war preparations. Daigo: One more thing, none of you fuckers understand a damn thing about why I went into that elementary school. Daigo: So don't trust in your own power so much. Shitamura: ....Is that so. Shitamura: Though if the next chairmen died here, that would be a big problem for the Tojo, right? Daigo: Me, die? I already told you to think before you say stupid shit. Shitamura: Oh, well ain't you full of yourself? Shitamura: The Omi has a big grudge over the war. Think they're gonna be happy with a settlement? Daigo: I understand... It's on me to remind them about why the Tojo Clan is feared. Shitamura: Excellent, let's fuck this bastard up!

Shitamura: H-How the hell'dya win against that many people!

Daigo: It doesn't matter how many weaklings you gather. It's pretty sloppy of you if you're only noticing that now.

Shitamura: Shit! Daigo: With that out of the way, hand over the scratchers. Shitamura: What the hell.... Why's a guy like you want to help some elementary school event...... Daigo: I made a promise to a kid. I'm going to make sure that event happens. Shitamura: Th-That's it....? Daigo: I told that kid I was making a promise to him as a man. That's plenty of reason. Shitamura: Ha, hahaha.....! Daigo: What's so funny? Shitamura: ......I was small-minded in hinderin' ya, I think. There couldn't be more difference in the kind of man you 'n' I are. Shitamura: I wanna stop bein' a yakuza. Daigo: That's a good idea. Shitamura: The scratchers are stashed in this locker. ...Well, I'm off for good. Enjoy yourself, aniki. Daigo: Sure... <cut away> Kashiwagi: Pardon the intrusion.

Principal: A-And you are? Kashiwagi: Greetings, I'm Kashiwagi, member of the Tojo Clan. Principal: A-Another from the Tojo Clan... What do you want this time? Kashiwagi: I have something to deliver to you. <a soft thump of paper hitting the table> Principal: Th-This is...? Kashiwagi: 3,000,000 yen. Please accept it. Principal: Eh!? W-Why are you giving this to me...? Kashiwagi: Our next chairman is indebted to you for your assistance. Principal: Next... chairman? Kashiwagi: A young man by the name of Daigo Dojima. He came here, right? Principal: That fucker- ah, I mean, that gentleman, he's going to be the Tojo Clan's chairman..... Principal: Wow. I had no idea who visited me.... or that I'd get so much money........ Kashiwagi: Please don't trouble yourself with that. This money has no strings attached. Please continue on exactly as you were before. Principal: I-I just don't understand this... Kashiwagi: You listened to our soon to be chairman's request. This is the reward. Principal: Th-That was really worth 3 million yen? Kashiwagi: The next chairman, for some reason he really enjoyed that event for the children. Kashiwagi: Without you, he wouldn't have been as enthusiastic about starting out..... You understand, right? Principal: Uh-.... right, I got it! Absolutely, I pushed through anyone who voiced opposition! Kashiwagi: The next time you hold an event, the next chairman would be thrilled to take part. You have the gratitude of all of us, Principal. Principal: Ha, haha... Th-That sounds great! How could I ever refuse something like that... ha ha ha............. Kashiwagi: ......Around here, Omi remnants have been appearing frequently--which is your fault. <Music cuts out> Principal: ..................Eh? <Music gets ominous> Kashiwagi: You know they've been coming by wanting to collect on the money you blew on gambling and playing around. Kashiwagi: That's why, in order to collect that money, Omi have been loitering around the vicinity... Kashiwagi: Therefore, the real reason the children's event was cancelled, is you. Principal: Well.... that's.... Kashiwagi: Furthermore, you've been hiding this fact--hoping that the Tojo Clan might wipe out the Omi around the school before the cause of it ever came to light... Kashiwagi: But it didn't, and I think you've made this very difficult for us. Did I miss anything? Principal: ..................... Kashiwagi: ........Come now, to hold the children's event a dangerous group like the Omi was wiped out.... Kashiwagi: So it's all done and dusted... wouldn't you say, principal? Principal: Y-Y-Yes sir....? Kashiwagi: If something like this happens again... We'll have no choice but to bring down the hammer. Do you understand what I'm saying? Principal: O-Of course.... Something like this will never, ever, ever happen again, I swear..... Kashiwagi: Well, I'm thankful you understand things now. Coming here today was a good idea after all. Principal: Y-Yes sir... From now on I'm going to be on the straight and narrow.... Absolutely..... Kashiwagi: Haha, no need to go that far. ....Just make sure you don't cause problems for people again and you'll keep living just fine, Principal. Principal: Y-Yes sir... Of course....! Kashiwagi: If you'll excuse me then. I'll drop by to visit some other time. <Kashiwagi leaves> Principal: Hahahaha.... haaa....... I'm.... going to stop gambling..... <cut to the park> Takashi's friend: Takashi-kun. The scratcher event was a huge success! All the old men and ladies on this street loved it! Takashi: Yeah. Did everyone have fun?

Takashi's friend: Yeah, of course! Takashi: Nice! I better get thinking of how to make the next event even more interesting, it'll be so fun! Daigo: ...............

Man in black: Daigo-san, are we going to continue watching these children? (Tl note: BRO your own bodyguard calls you by first name???) Daigo: No, there doesn't seem to be any more Omi in this area. There's no need for further observation. Man in black: Understood. <Man leaves, Daigo gets a phone call> Daigo: Kashiwagi-san, what is it? Kashiwagi: I've just received information that a foreign mafia group is trying to expand into Kamurocho. Kashiwagi: Daigo, we need you back at HQ to start developing counter measures. Daigo: Got it, I'll be there shortly. <hangs up> Daigo: (It's just one thing after another huh... Well, this is the responsibility that comes with my position....) Daigo: (The job of the Tojo Clan's 6th Chairman, a role I'm starting to step up to)

<END>

Bonus time:

can you imagine what that principal is going through. I know he’s a shit head and kind of deserved it but it’s just so so so funny to see Daigo and Kashiwagi bullying this guy

the most important thing about the entire event is that the scratchers looked like this

please enjoy a faceapp by @majimemegoro as well that made me wheeze

finally he can smile and not look like it’s hurting him immensely to do so

#yakuza #Ryu ga Gotoku #daigo #daigo dojima #dojima daigo #rggo #ryu ga gotoku online #kashiwagi #yayoi

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jojosbizarrefanfics · 3 years

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ah great! can i have a nsfw one shot with mustang please?

Of course you can!

Recommended listening:

You looked up to see Roy coming in, looking as disheveled as ever. He didn’t even need to say anything; you started pouring him his usual.

“Welcome home, Colonel.”

He chuckled and took a seat across from you at the bar. “Thanks.”

“You alright?”

Roy shrugged. “I’ve been worse, but...” His voice trailed off.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked.

“Work just got a lot more complicated,” he said. He took a sip of his drink. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You nodded, aware of the situation. “I do.”

“Are you the only one in tonight?” Roy asked. You nodded again. Despite knowing you were perfectly capable of holding your own, Roy still sounded a bit worried.

“Yup, they’ve left me to man the fort,” you confirmed. “So it’s just you and me this evening.”

Roy smiled. “I hope I’m not bad company for you.”

You scoffed. “Please, Roy. You already know the answer to that.”

“Yeah, but I still like to hear you say it,” he said. He took another sip. “A man likes his ego boosted too, you know.”

You leaned across the bar to ruffle his hair. “You don’t need to flirt with me to get the info you need, Roy,” you said. “What brings you in?”

“I don’t flirt with you for intel,” he said. He was more serious than you anticipated. “Just looking for a real friend tonight. So I’m glad you’re here.”

You smiled. “That’s good to hear.”

“I’m sure you’ve heard every line in the book, anyway,” Roy said.

“Oh, no,” you clarified. “Madame doesn’t set me up on dates or anything. Usually I’m just a point of contact or hangin’ here. Partly because I’m the best shot since you taught me the ins and outs of the gun back here, but I suspect she has other reasons too. When people ask she says the bookkeeper’s off limits.”

Roy raised a brow as he took another sip of his drink. “Is that so?”

“She’s a smart woman. I’m sure she’s picked up on the fact that you don’t flirt with me for intel,” you replied.

“Ha, probably,” Roy said. “Is it alright that I keep flirting with you, then, now that my secret’s out?”

“A woman likes her ego boosted too, you know,” you teased as you rested your elbows on the bar and leaned a bit closer to him. “I just hope your tongue is actually as sharp as it seems. Your reputation precedes you, after all.”

Roy smirked. You liked the look in his eye. “We really are alone?”

“Just you and me, sweetheart.”

“Then allow me to demonstrate,” Roy said smugly. He leaned over the bar and closed the distance between the two of you with a kiss.

His lips were soft and you could faintly taste the whisky you poured him. Roy was happy to feel you reciprocate and once your fingers ran through the hairs along the back of his neck, his tongue was slipping between your lips. You never thought you’d see the day where you kissed your boss’ handsome foster son, but here you were, feeling breathless.

“Should we lock up for the night?” Roy asked. “It’s getting close to closing time after all, isn’t it?”

“If Madame’s back early, I’ll let her take it up with you,” you said. Roy laughed as he moved to lock the front door.

“That’s only fair.” With the front door set, you moved around the other side of the bar to meet Roy, who pulled you in closer now that there wasn’t a counter between the two of you. His embrace was gentle, yet firm, and his arms around you felt strong and steady like a State Alchemist’s should.

The two of you slowly made your way into the back of the bar, where Roy’s hands began to roam as the kissing continued.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” Roy asked as he removed his coat.

“How long?”

“From the moment I walked in that door and you were standing behind that bar for the first time,” Roy said.

“I’ve wanted to do a lot more than kiss you since then, Mustang,” you replied. Roy smiled.

“When are you all leaving?” Roy asked.

“Soon,” you answered.

“Then now’s your chance.”

You grinned as you and Roy made quick work at removing your clothing, letting it fall along the way as you made your way further back into the building. You made it to the stock room of alcohol and Roy lifted you up on a small table as he lowered himself to his knees.

“I’m not done showing you how sharp my tongue can be,” Roy said as he kissed up your thigh. You ran your fingers through his messy black locks and gave a light tug, hinting that you wanted a little less conversation and a little more action. Roy couldn’t help but smirk when you moaned at the feeling of his mouth on your pussy. Luckily for you, Roy didn’t disappoint.

Roy wasn’t satisfied until you came at least twice, just to say he told you so. When he retrieved, he kissed back down your thigh before standing. To his surprise, you slid off the table. He took a few steps back so his back was against a wall that didn’t have racks of liquor bottles on it, and you just kissed his chest as your fingers wrapped around his cock.

You didn’t say anything as you kissed down Roy’s body, but it sent chills down his spine as you did, slowly rubbing his cock all the while. You were gentle by the spots where he still had scars from his showdown with Lust - there was an irony there, he was sure of it - and when you finally reached his crotch and were on your knees, Roy thought he was going to lose his cool from how good your lips felt around him.

Before he could completely get lost in the pleasure, Roy suddenly stuttered, “G-get up.”

You grinned as his cock came out of your mouth with a light pop. There was a thin, barely noticeable strand of saliva that still connected the tip to your bottom lip, and Roy only noticed it from the way the moonlight hit it. The eroticism of it all had him on edge.

“Is that an order, Colonel?”

You were fucking with him now.

Roy loved it.

“It is,” he said. “Get up.”

You did and Roy gently lifted you up from beneath your rear and shifted you both so it was now your back against the wall.

As Roy slid himself into you, he whispered into your ear, “And that’s Fuhrer to you.”

You grinned. “Alright, Your Excellency.”

He nipped at your ear before kissing your neck as he fucked you against the wall. A few of the glass bottles stacked on their sides clanked together, but weren’t at risk of falling over.

This was not what Roy had in mind for the evening’s events, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He moved his lips to your jaw, and he felt accomplished when you met his mouth, gripped tightly at his shoulders, and came on his cock.

“You feel so good, you know that?” Roy commented between kisses and long, hard thrusts.

“You better remember that when you’re actually Fuhrer,” you replied.

Roy laughed. “I promise you I will. How about that?”

You answered him with another kiss as you came again.

“I’m not far behind you,” Roy said.

“Let me down,” you said. “I’ll swallow you.” Risk-free cleanup, you thought.

As much as Roy didn’t want to pull out, he did and stepped back, helping you down. Your legs were shakier than they were when you started, but you made it back down in time for Roy to cum in your mouth. The sight of you swallowing his cum just intensified his orgasm, and he helped you up when he finished.

The two of you were both quiet as you slowly helped the other redress. There was something romantic about the way Roy buttoned up your blouse for you with a gentle precision, and he found a strange comfort in the way you helped him smooth out his uniform. You looked up to meet his dark eyes and with a gentleness, he cupped your chin and kissed you once more.

“You better not die on me, Mustang,” you said. “I’m not nearly through with you.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not that easy to get rid of.”

You smiled. “Good.”

#roy mustang x reader #fmab roy #fmab fanfiction #roy mustang #female reader #Roy mustang smut #fmab smut

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snowgoldwaylon · 3 years

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Could you write a fic where Adler is in love with the reader and had a chance to be with her but was too scared to make a move even though she wanted him too. so reader eventually moves on and after a while is getting married to Mason and Adler is now regretting not taking his chance. Based off the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett?

No Second Chances - Russell Adler X Alex Mason X Reader

Give a big thank you to my sister for sending in the best requests! I love you girl, here is your fic! ❤

TW: Strong language, angst, anger.

Russell was making the two hour drive from his home town, to go watch you and Alex Mason get married. He pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. This trip was going to be so bittersweet, it's all he thought of since he had received the white and gold invitations in the mail.

Almost 5 years after hunting Perseus, the CIA decided to crackdown for a while and pursue finding other leads. You and Mason fell hard for eachother and it lead up to this moment. But, Adler was remincing, and finally saw how much he fucked up and let you go.

From the moment Russell Adler saw you, even while you were being brainwashed, he felt strong feelings towards you. He simply couldn't help the fact that you lit up the whole room, and made everybody's day better. He was afraid of how you would take his confession.

Even after losing Lazar in Cuba, you brought comfort to everybody. That's when he finally realized his feelings for you. But, he also noticed something else as well.....

Adler couldn't help but notice how you fell googly-eyed when Mason entered the room. And he also noticed how Mason was just as crazy for you, he talked about you all the time. Mason practically had heart eyes and a nosebleed when your name was said.

This never sat right with Adler. He felt the same way for you, but he knew with Mason, you'd never ever return how he felt. It was just something he would have to accept, now that you were getting married.

Love Hurts by Nazareth had came on at that moment. Adler sighed in annoyance, and emotional pain. Why did this song have to come on right now? Why couldn't the universe just leave him alone about this?

He took the exit he needed off the interstate, and drove a little longer until he reached the location of the venue. Outside, in a huge, white sign said "MASON - Y/L/N WEDDING HERE" stood out easily where everyone parked. He turned in, parked, and turned off his car.

Adler took a deep breath, and got out. He quickly brushed off his black suit, straightened out his tie, and tucked away his cigarettes into his coat pocket. He made his way to the front door where he was greeted by Frank Woods.

"Oh hey Doc, how's it hangin'? Long and hairy, hard to carry?" Frank chuckled.

Adler sent a small chuckle his way, and knocked him jokingly with his elbow.

"Nah, more like short and stubby, kinda chubby." Adler laughed.

The two men shared a laugh, and a hug.

"It's good to see you brother. Can you believe these two are finally tying the knot today??" Frank asked, as both men walked to the where the seating was at.

Adler almost cringed, but played it off as a cough. They took a seat, and exchanged some more talking for a while.

"Yeah, I remember them meeting for the first in the Safehouse. It's really hard to believe." Adler said.

Woods and Adler gave more small talk, until it was time for Woods to go into the building, and do the routine they practiced. He was a best man after all!

"Hey man, gotta go. It's show time!" Frank said, slapping Adler in the back.

Adler turned front, and waited for the music to start. He felt a tap on his left shoulder, and he looked up. Park stood in front of him, dressed up.

"Can I sit with you? I'm a little late as you can see." She asked.

Adler nodded, and she sat down next to him. Soon, all the seats were filled, and it was ready to start. Adler and Park talked about upcoming missions and next moves until the sound of Guns N' Roses song, November Rain filled everyone's ears.

Immediately, everybody turned their heads as the beautiful sounds of the live piano and orchestra filled the outside archway, the reverend stood at the end of it.

Bridesmaids, groomsmen stepped out first. After them, the maid of honor and best man. Finally, Alex walked out with the biggest smile on his face. Adler felt a mix of happiness, and a hint of jealously.

Everyone stood up very quickly when the most beautiful part of the music hit it's gorgeous, smooth Forte sound. It was perfect timing, as from the glass doors, you began the walk down the isle with Belikov.

You had asked Belikov to walk you down the isle, and give you away, as you didn't have contact with your biological father. So, Belikov was the crazy man that had practically adopted you as his own. He was holding back tears at this moment!

Adler got you into focus. He even took off his sunglasses just for a better look. Everything about you lookee more than perfect. Your hair, your dress, flowers, you name it. Adler had never felt more hopeless.

Once you reached the end, Belikov quickly gave you a kiss on the forehead, and took a seat. There, the ceremony went forth. With words from the reverend, and beautiful, tear jerking vows exchanged by you both, the time came.

"Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Alex Mason to be yours forever to keep, to cherish, in sickness and in health?"

"I do."

"And do you, Alex Mason take Y/N Y/L/N to be yours forever to keep, to cherish, in sickness and in health?"

"I do."

"From the power vested in me, I now pronounce you married! Alex, you may kiss your bride!"

And Mason did just that. He brought you in for a breathtaking kiss, with a tight hold. The venue erupted into cheers as you both pulled away. Adler felt happiness, and sadness as he watched. He knew, he'd never have you now.

The bridal and groom party all lead the way inside where the food and alcohol was to be served. Adler walked with Park and Sims, and took a seat near where the buffet was. They waited for the wedding photos to be done so everyone could dine.

After everyone came back, and it was announced that the food was being served, Adler went up and was the first person to officially congratulate the married couple. Both you and Mason smiled the hardest when you saw the blonde walk up.

"Hey you two, congratulations." Adler said with a smile.

He slipped you both a small wrapped gift. You took it and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Russell. It's been awhile since we've seen you, how's everything going? We'll be back after this in two weeks. We are heading to Korea for our honeymoon!" You exclaimed.

"Well that's awesome! And it's alright. The bald man is still giving me grief about every little thing. But, we are looking forward to seeing you both back afterwards."

You grabbed a hold of Mason's hand, and smiled. You took a sip of wine as Mason spoke.

"Yeah, I understand that. Hudson is a hard ass at times, but it's worth it. Well man, hey it's time to open the bar. Why don't you meet me at the dance floor?" Mason said to Adler.

Adler laughed, and shook his head.

"Oh for sure man, for sure."

After everyone ate and gotten the booze of their choice, the dance floor was opened. Everyone watched in awe and beauty as you and Mason had the first dance. Adler thought about how beautiful it was, but he also thought about how he wished that was him.

He pushed these feelings aside when he saw Mason dip you, and pull you back for a kiss. He turned on his heel, and made a bee-line straight for the bar.

"Whiskey on the rocks, please."

And for the rest of the wedding, the night ended with fireworks, and a few karaoke performances by Woods, Sims, Mason, Park, and they even got Hudson up there to sing. Adler glanced at the memorial table that was set up for Lazar. And in the back at the table, a seat reserved for him.

He then turned back to watch you. You caught him, and smiled, before returing to the arms of Mason.

Adler knew after all this, there was no second chances.

Taglist: @wennbergbabe @smokeywhalee @justagenderfluidstuff @kazazure @americas-monster @direwolfspostsrandomshit @kapanovangswife

#black ops cold war #cold war #frank woods #russell adler #helen park #eleazar azoulay #one shot #jason hudson

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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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The Boyz as Chase Atlantic songs

a/n: first of all, don't do drugs, kids. second of all, tagging @violethhj bc she asked and helped me get some of these songs cuz i was confused af, thank you my love 💕

masterlist ♡

Lee Sangyeon — Too Late

“You're too late/ Had your girlfriend at my house for two days/ Should be obvious the reason she stayed with me/ Build a rocket ship, throw bricks in your face/ Slide in, came with perfect timing/ She climb in, picture-perfect timing/ Slide in, put that bitch beside me/ Sing this, I'm gon' bet she'll date me”

cocky mf because he's fucking his "rival's" girlfriend/hookup

bragging a lot about having you on his bed the whole weekend

might give you hickies so the guy knows what you've been up to

not letting you answer your phone when it rings

sore and shaky legs

probably not walking properly the next day

Jacob Bae — Church

“'m about to take you back to church/ Well, tell me your confessions, baby, what's the worst, yeah?/ Baptise in your thighs 'til it hurts/ 'Cause I'm about to take you back to church”

corruption kink for sure

sucking him off

"stay on the ground until your knees hurt no more praying baby imma be your preacher"

not done until early morning

ending up with ripped panties

dirty praises

Kim Younghoon — You Too

“Don’t choose/ If you love it then you cut the thing loose, yeah/ Dark room/ Indecisive so you know I can’t move, yeah/ You too, you too, now/ It’s hard for me to end a conversation/ With ‘I love you’ when I know it’s not true, no”

late night talk in a dark room

lacking of mutual feelings

growing apart

saying "you too" because he can't say "i love you"

holding onto a hopeless fling

past traumas

Lee Hyunjae — Tidal Wave

“Lay your body on the floor, baby/ I love the way you breathe in/ And I’ve been drinking so much more lately/ But that’s just how I’m feeling/ If you don’t wanna break his heart, girl/ Where the fuck is he, then?/ See I just wanna waste a little time with ya/ But then I’m up and leavin’”

sunday afternoon during summer

beach house

laying lazily on the living room floor

watching the sunset from there

him hovering over you

messy hair, collarbone kisses

Lee Juyeon — Swim

“You picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out/ The water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim/ Out in California, I'll be forward stroking, swim/ So hard to ignore ya', especially when I'm smoking, swim/ The world is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim”

cloudy and chilly day

swimming in a cold water pool

body covered in goosebumps

getting pulled out because someone's needy

being thrown into bed

sore legs due to being open for too long

Kevin Moon — Moonlight

“We’re running in the moonlight/ We’re dancing in the open waves/ You’re hangin’ for a good time/ Something that’ll make you stay/ And girl, you fall down again/ You tell me you’re all out again/ We’re running in the moonlight/ Could you show me the way again?”

you already saw this coming

watching the sunset together

walking along the beach at night

slowly falling in love

talking about everything and nothing at the same time

entering the water, splashing each other

kissing under the moonlight

Choi Chanhee/New — Love Is (Not) Easy

“Mama used to say/ ‘Boy, love isn’t easy, it’s hard’/ She said, 'Boy, love isn’t easy, it’s heartache’/ 'Boy, see everyone leaves and your heart breaks/ But I still hold on/ I’m still holdin’ on”

only hearing bad stories about love since childhood

being afraid to fall in love

or regretting it after a heartbreak

having the first heartbreak under the rain

still holding onto it though

roller coaster of bittersweet feelings

Ji Changmin/Q — Dancer In The Dark

“Baby, it’s that look in your eyes/ They been telling me she wanna leave/ She’s been dancing with the devil all night/ It’s like Hell is where she wanna be/ Now, watch her dance in the dark/ Watch her dance in the dark”

working in a club iykwim

colorful spotlights

exchanging glares throughout the night

feeling like there's only you and him there

wishing the night to end quickly

might go home with him later

Ju Haknyeon — Meddle About

“We only met each other just the other day/ But you already got me feeling some type of way/ Now, if I could figure it out/ I’d take you back to my house/ So we could meddle about”

college frat party

lust at first sight

shamelessly flirting

uncontrollable physical attraction

strong urge to take you home

messy and breathlessly making out in the car

Kim Sunwoo — Slow Down

“I don’t know if you already know how/ But girl, I got the feeling that you know now/ You’re buried in the pillow, yeah you’re so loud/ But I’m about to show you, baby, slow down”

red led lights and dark room

rushing to finish your drink to leave the club

and getting railed

loud, might receive a noise complaint

not leaving the bed until the sun starts to rise

waking up with a sore body and hickies

Eric Sohn — Vibes

“This could take some time/ Hands all over mine/ Let this feeling slide/ And girl, I’m yours tonight/ And she said 'How I love the vibes’/ And she’s feeling so alright/ And we’re not coming down, we’re high/ So high”

late night drives with windows down

the same playlist on the radio

probably driving to somewhere quiet and calm

where you can admire the night sky

sweet and giggly making out under the stars

whispering praises and 'i love you’s

yes i got biased in this one 🤷🏻‍♀️

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avengers-age-of-fanfics · 3 years

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just for you, honeybee (2/?)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic)

word count: 2,107

authors note: second part of this ongoing series! i still don't know how many parts this is going to be but i seriously want to finish this lmao. hopefully this will be a series i actually complete! please leave feedback - i truly appreciate it!

warnings: mention of bucky's death, uncontrollable sobbing, character death, a few curse words

summary: dating back to 1943, you, james barnes, and steve rogers were best friends, including bucky being your boyfriend. when you get a notice that bucky died in the war, you make it your mission to find closure for yourself and protect steve as he is the only remaining piece of bucky you have left. once you are offered the super soldier serum, you and steve must make your way through world war 2 - and the unknown future hardships to come.

recap: Steve seemed shocked that you were able to read him like that, but was defeated. With a sigh, he turned and reached into his handbag, pulling out a file, “there was this Doctor there, Doctor Erskine, who uh – he approved me for the army, y/n. But it’s for an experiment, something they call a super-soldier experiment, I’m not sure. I’m going – I leave in a couple days.”

How is your world falling apart this quickly?

Sending Steve off was honestly just as painful as it was when Bucky was shipped off. You didn’t want to guilt-trip Steve into staying – you knew how important it was to him to join the army and do something. However, now you were completely alone. You knew you had Becca and you could always write to Bucky and Steve, but it just wasn’t the same.

Both of your boys were gone.

Once Steve had told you about this super-soldier serum experiment, you chewed his ear off for a good 10 minutes. It was brutal, to say the least, and while pacing in your small living room, Steve sat in his seat, hands folded as he waited for you to finish.

This was his final chance to get into the army and while he hated the idea of leaving you, he needed to do something, not only with his life, but with the army. He needed to prove himself. He knew you could take care of yourself – you were independent and a firecracker – there was nothing you couldn’t do. However, while slowly trying to convince himself that you would be okay, Steve was also having a midlife crisis of his own friendship with Bucky. If he found out he left you alone while the both of them were at war, Steve knew Bucky’s reaction wasn’t going to be great.

Once you were done tearing Steve a new one, telling him that you supported him all the way, but you honestly wished he would stay – and possibly called him a dipshit in between all of that – you calmed down. With a quiet voice, you looked to Steve, “can I at least send you off?”

Steve felt his cheeks grow warm and let a smile slip onto his lips, “I would be honored if my biggest fan were there.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, “shut it, you fat-head. C’mon, we gotta get you all dolled up.”

While it was just as painful to see Steve go, you knew he’d be in good hands and wouldn’t do anything too stupid. You had told him sternly, “I want the name of your commanding officer, his commanding officer, and any fat-headed buffoons that are in charge at your camp, okay?”

Steve had shaken his head, “yes mom, whatever you say.” His eyes rolled but he had a smile on his face, “just so you can keep an eye on me?”

You hummed, “that, and to know whose ass I hav’ta kick if anything happens to you, Stevie. And if you see Bucky, you tell him I love him, you hear?”

Steve saluted before he headed towards the platform, “love ya, y/n!”

You had a small smile on your life, “love you too, Rogers. Kill some Nazis for me.”

That interaction was nearly 6 months ago, and every day felt like a new hill you had to climb over. You sent postcards to both Steve and Bucky in hopes that they would respond every time you sent one, but that wasn’t the case. You weren’t mad, nor upset, just lonely. Steve had let you know that the serum worked and he had been reunited with Bucky after taking over a HYDRA base where you learned Buck was captured. God, that letter caused you so much turmoil and anxiety, but Steve had calmed your fears, letting you know that Bucky was okay. You had also recognized his handwriting at the end, “can’t get rid of me that easily, honeybee. I love you.”

You hadn’t heard from them in a couple weeks, and your anxiety was beginning to show. Nothing new had happened, so you truly had no reason to write to them, but you did anyway, just updating them both on your life and how much you missed them. You had seen Captain America’s tours and his posters all over Brooklyn, and you were so proud of your Steve.

But it was weird seeing him so tall and…built.

Tearing your eyes away from another Captain America poster with his boys behind him, you continued your journey to some local shops, stocking up on groceries and possibly a new pair of shoes. Brooklyn was quiet today, which was certainly odd; there was nothing ominous about it, but it was not something anyone there was used to.

Hands skimming through some plums, you picked one that you knew Bucky would love. With a soft smile, you put the fruit in your basket, continuing through the store until you heard quiet whispers:

“Are you sure he’s here? The Captain America?”

“Mary, I told you, I saw him clear as day; no clue where the man was headin’, but he’s here.”

“Is there a tour or somethin’ here in Brooklyn?”

“Mary…I ain’t no mind reader, he could be stoppin’ by before he goes back off to war.”

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. Steve was here, back in Brooklyn? Wait – if Steve was here, then Bucky could be, too!

Quickly dropping the items you had in your hands, you ran out of the grocery store as fast as your heels would let you, passing by Grover in such a rush, he couldn’t even say hello. Crossing the street in a hurry, you grabbed your purse tightly and ran up your apartment fire escape stairs. Once you reached your floor, you grabbed your key and opened the door, being met with your Steve Grant Rogers and a very beautiful woman dressed in an army’s uniform.

“I – holy shit, Steve – oh my god,” you stumbled, out of breath as Steve stood up, towering over you, “I thought you were smaller.”

Steve stepped forward, hands out in case you fell or needed a hug, “side effect of that serum I told you about, remember?” The woman behind him gave Steve a look at the mention.

You caught your breath, “give me a hug, you doofus! Oh my gosh, those letters do you no good – nor do the posters!”

The two of you embraced as Steve held you in his arms, careful of his trembling hands, “’used my spare key, hope you don’t mind.”

You ran your hands over his back and his hair, “I get to see my best friend again, I don’t care how you got in here. Now, where’s Jamie, I – I need’ta see him.”

Steve pulled away and laid his hands on your shoulders, “actually, I wanted you to meet someone before… this is uh, Peggy Carter, she’s an agent of that Strategic Scientific Reserve for the serum and one of the best. Peg, this is y/n, the one who wrote to me and…Bucky, all the time.”

Peggy stood up, hand outstretched towards you as you shook hers, “nice to finally meet you, y/n. Steve here talked lots about you.”

You didn’t fail to notice her solemn look and the file of papers tucked underneath her other arm, “it’s, um, nice to meet you too, Agent Carter.”

The three of you stood in silence as Steve guided you to the remaining chair in the living room. With a bite to your lip, you turned towards Peggy, “I hate to be so forward, Agent, but I’ve seen those files before. I know what – what they mean.”

“Y/N,“ Steve began, “please let her –“

You cut Steve off, “Stevie…where is James?” Your eyes immediately started to fill with tears but you held them back for the sake of your own.

Peggy cleared her throat, “Miss L/N, there was a mission that included James Buchanan Barnes and during that mission, a part of the train that the soldiers were riding on exploded. Amongst the fight, we believe Barnes –“

Steve stopped her, “Peg, she – she doesn’t need to know how…”

Tears escaped your eyes as you looked at your best friend, “Stevie… Is he..?”

Steve ran his hands over his face, “he – he was hangin’ onto the side of the train, y/n, and I let him fall. I couldn’t reach him and…”

The rest of Steve’s story fell upon deaf ears. No, not deaf ears, but ones that were ringing. Bucky was dead. He was dead. He fell off a train and was dead. He wasn’t coming home.

Bucky wasn’t coming home to you.

At that revelation, your body began to shake uncontrollably as the tears fell from your eyes, unable to be stopped. You tried to breathe but the pressure on your chest was unbearable. You tried to look at Steve, but your eyes were so blurry, “St-“

No words left your mouth, only the sounds of your sobbing. Steve leaped forward, wrapping his arms around you as you cried, screamed for Bucky, for your Jamie.

"No, no, not James! Steve, please!" you cried, falling onto the floor with Steve as he held you.

Peggy let her own tear slip, overwhelmed with your reaction. Leaving his dog tags, his files, and a medal on your table, she stepped out of your apartment.

Mrs. Betty Davis stepped out of her apartment just as Peggy shut the door, hoping nobody heard your cries and screams for James. Mrs. Davis looked to Peggy, “that boy, Barnes… he never came home?”

Peggy wiped her stray tear and cleared her throat, “I’m afraid not, ma’am. He died an honorable death, taking down a,” she paused, “a Nazi base.”

Mrs. Davis shifted her gaze to the door where she could clearly hear you crying and yelling for Bucky, that he wasn’t dead. She looked down to her welcome mat, “he was a good man, always takin’ care of that girl. His heart beat for her, he turned her world. Wouldn’t surprise anyone if he had a ring lyin’ around. She was just as in love with him as he was her.”

Peggy’s eyes filled up with tears as your neighbor explained you and Bucky’s love for one another, “I had only met him once but he… he seemed genuinely good.”

Mrs. Davis gave a sad smile, “he was. Thank you…for letting me know.” Peggy nodded at her.

Back inside, your tears had stained Steve’s shirt as he held you close, “I know y/n, I – I know. I got you.”

You had stopped screaming for Bucky, but your hands shook as they held onto Steve, fresh tears still running down your cheeks. With a shaky breath, you grasped onto Steve’s shirt, “do – do you think he was in pain?”

Steve let his own tears slip but held his own, “I don’t know y/n, but I’d like to think he wasn’t. He – uh – he told me, before he fell… he told me to tell his honeybee that he loves you so, so much and he – he wanted you to have his tags.”

You pulled away from Steve’s chest, looking at him in slight confusion, “his…tags?” It had then dawned on you:

Bucky wanted you to have his dog tags from the army.

Feeling a new thread of tears about to be shed, your lip quivered but you covered it up, glancing over the room until you saw the file Peggy had sat on the table. With shaky hands, you leaned towards your coffee table – the one that Bucky would rest his feet upon all the time until you smacked them off – and grabbed the file. Opening it up, you immediately saw his army identification photo and his dog tags hanging in the middle of the file.

You shut the flimsy piece of paper before you could cry anymore. Turning to Steve, you noticed his eyes were also red from crying, “what now?”

Steve and you now sat on the floor, backs resting on one of your chairs, “I hav’ta finish what I started, with Johann Schmidt and Zola. Can I be honest with you?”

You nodded your head, wiping your remaining tears on your shirt, “of – of course Steve.”

He let out a shaky breath, “I wish I could take away your pain, but I can’t. Before Buck was shipped off, I promised him I would take care of you, and right now, I need to be here for you. So, if you want to, I can ask Peg if you can come along with us, with me, and once I’m done, we can… we can do whatever you want to do.”

You picked at your nails, anxiety swallowing you whole, “and what if you don’t make it back, either?”

“I will.”

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writingsnmusings · 3 years

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Suds in a Bucket

pairing: modern!ivar the boneless x reader

summary: you bring up the idea of getting out of town and ivar doesn’t hesitate to make it happen. based off of sara evans’ suds in a bucket.

a/n: this idea came to me because of an ask that @thranduilsperkybutt answered and i just couldn't resist. also, i'm very much a country girl at heart with being from texas and all so this song is one of my favorites!

gif credit: @therealcalicali

say it was a little passed nine

when her prince pulled up

a white pick-up truck

Nobody liked doing chores, that was a given. Your father had nagged you all through dinner to round up all the trash in the house and take it to the curb. You begrudgingly did so, a frown on your face the entire time.

You were walking back up the driveway when you heard the unmistakable sound of a certain pick-up truck coming down the street. You squealed in glee as Ivar pulled up beside you.

“They still got cinderella doing chores at this hour?” His voice was teasing, like usual.

You rolled your eyes as you slid into the cab, immediately planting a kiss on his smirking lips. Ivar gripped the back of your neck and deepened the kiss; making you let out a moan at his roughness.

“I missed you, you know? You didn’t come around for two days and you barely answered my texts,” You were coming off whiny, but you didn’t care. You missed your boyfriend and you hated being cooped up in that house.

Ivar sighed, “I’m sorry, baby.” He pulled you into him, your head resting in the crook of his neck. “Things at work got busy and you know how my brothers are, I get one day off work and they’re all over me about something or another.”

You hated the way his brothers treated him, just because he was a little different than they were didn’t mean they needed to make his life anymore difficult than it was.

“I wish we could just go away; just me and you. Far away from them and everybody else.”

Before Ivar could say anything back, the porch light flicked on and the figure you could make out of your father stormed out. “Y/N! Get out of that truck and get in here!”

You threw your head back with a groan before giving your boyfriend another kiss and sliding out of the truck. You waved at him before making your way back to your father who was already fuming. You could practically see the steam coming out his ears.

“I love you! I’ll be back for you!” Ivar shouted before gunning it down the street, making your father say some rather rude things about him.

You walked straight to your room, ignoring your fathers angry words and the way your mother refused to even look at you.

she stuck a note to the screen door

‘sorry but i got to go’

that was all she wrote

A week later, Ivar kept his promise.

You were thankfully home alone, your mother being at a church function and your father out at work or somewhere. You were lounging around when you heard your boyfriends truck pulling up the driveway.

You met him at the door with a smile on your face. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” You let him in and greeted him with a kiss which he immediately reciprocated.

“I’m here to take you away.” He leaned on his crutch with one hand and grabbed yours with the other. He didn’t sound like he was joking which confused you.

“You’re what?”

“I’m serious, Y/N. Right now, we can leave and just get away from everybody.” The way he smiled had you seeing stars; he looked so excited you couldn’t say no.

“W-What about money? Where will we go?” The thought to ask questions hadn't occurred to you until after you had already made your mind.

Ivar patted his left pocket which looked significantly bigger than the right. “I’ve been saving, been thinking about getting away with you for a while now.”

“Alright,” You decided. “Let me pack a bag real quick.” You ran up the stairs, throwing a couple items in a duffle bag and grabbing the envelope stuck at the bottom of your drawer filled with cash. You and Ivar had seemingly been thinking about the same thing.

Ivar grabbed the bag from you once you were in front of him and headed back out to his truck. You were almost out the door when you spotted the post it stickers and pen on the entryway table. Just a little note, you thought. As much as you hated it here, you didn’t want your parents to worry and think you’d been kidnapped or anything.

“Sorry but I got to! I love you both!”

You climbed into the truck and gave Ivar a nod, letting him know you were ready to go. With a wink, he started up the pick-up and drove straight out of town.

well he must’ve been a looker,

smooth talking son of a gun

for such a grounded girl

to just up and run

Nobody could figure out how you and Ivar ‘Boneless’ Ragnarrson got together. It was a mystery to everybody, both your families included.

You were the typical straight A student who never got into trouble and he was the typical bad boy who cut class. It was simply fate that brought you two together. That or you happened to be in the hallway when Ivar and his brothers were skipping and you caught his eye.

You’d been shuffling through your locker when he leaned against the one next to you and started up a conversation. His three brothers were a few feet away, all listening in anticipation to watch the youngest Ragnarsson get shot down.

Of course you’d heard of them, the three eldest Ragnarssons basically ran the school. Had everybody afraid, nobody dared even mess with any of them. Then there was the youngest, Ivar walked with a heavy limp, always relying on a crutch and keeping as far away from his brothers as possible.

You realized right away he wasn’t anything like them. He was quiet, kinda brooding most of the time but he didn’t heckle his peers like they did. That’s what drew you to him. He wasn’t hard on the eyes, either.

From that one conversation at your locker where he made a joke about the homeroom teacher you two shared, your relationship only grew from there. You usually sat alone at lunch, opting for your quiet time instead of gossip and apparently so did Ivar. It didn’t take long for him to ask you out on a date which you accepted.

Your parents nearly blew a gasket once they found who you were dating. The Ragnarsson name was basically a curse word in your home. His parents didn’t have a great reputation either, you’d come to learn.

But your parents disapproval nor the gossip from the old biddied in town didn’t make you any less attracted to Ivar. You treated like him was normal, no special treatment or put downs because of his disability and he treated you like the brilliant and capable woman you were.

You and him were meant to be.

she’s got her pretty little bare feet hangin’ out the window,

and they’re heading up to vegas tonight

A sigh escaped your lips as you felt the sun and cool wind flowing through the truck.

Ivar’s eyes strayed from the empty road to your blissed out face. He loved seeing you so relaxed and carefree. No worries we’re on either of your shoulders, the only decision you’d have to make was where to stop for lunch next.

“How’re you feeling?” Ivar lowered the radio as he asked.

“Amazing,” You smiled at him before continuing. “The best i’ve felt in a long while.”

Ivar returned the smile, “Good, I love to hear that.” He turned the radio back up as he reached over and grabbed your hand before bringing it up to his lips and kissing it.

A sign saying ‘Welcome to Vegas!’ flew by, making you smile even wider. Your new life was set to begin and you couldn’t wait.

and no you can’t fence time

and you can’t stop love

#ivar the boneless x reader #ivar x reader #modern!ivar #modern!ivar imagine #modern!ivar x reader #ivar the boneless imagine #ivar imagine #ivar ragnarsson x reader #ivar lothbrok x reader #vikings x reader #vikings imagine #my writings

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catharrington · 3 years

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Catboy headcanon: When Billy is horny, he rubs at the base of Steve’s tail because he knows it’s a sure fire way to get Steve riled up, too.

Sometimes, when Steve comes home late at night from his job at the public library, he’s not in the mood. Doesn’t want to get in the mood. He just wants to lay out in a patch of artificial sunlight and laze around. Dreading the fact that he needs to get up to take a shower and even change into pajamas.

Maybe, he thinks, he’ll put on Billy’s baggy winter pajamas that he completely swims in. No better way to get warm from the cold of February outside. And no better way to hide his cold toes from the drafty windows of their apartment.

“You home, pretty cat?” Billy calls to him from the kitchen. Before he walks into the doorway, a glass of whiskey hanging loose in his fingers, wearing nothing but black cotton briefs and a grin. One hip cocked dangerously to the side, as if he knew he was something to look at.

Steve lifts his head so his chin is balanced on the couch. His ears flicking side to side as he registers the heat coming off Billy. The clinking of the ice cubes in his glass as he walks forward.

Billy walks towards him and it sends Steve up on his knees. Not in a way he wanted to, he doesn’t want to put forth the effort of getting up, let alone getting off— yet, he can’t help it. Billy smells of cheep liquor and sweat. Of the meat he cooked for dinner earlier. He makes Steve’s mouth water.

His tail hits against the back of the couch loudly, hit, hit, as Billy stalks towards him. A smile on his face that’s matched by Steve’s own.

“I’m tired,” Steve warns. Trying to laze forward on his elbows, even when his butt persistently sways in the air. “Work was hell. Don’t really need you asking me to do more work—,”

“Me?” Billy feigns ignorance. His drink clinking again as he gets close enough to set it on the coffee table. As he gets close enough for Steve to feel how hot his body runs. As he gets close enough to show off how tented his cock is inside his shorts.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything,” Billy scoffs at even the idea. He lumbers between the couch and the coffee table. Sitting down on the floor with a heavy thud of his heavy body. He casually leans back against the table, easily, like he does this every day, and uses one hand to push back his wild hair.

“Just,” he says with half lidded eyes and a wet swipe of his tongue. “Just tell me how your day was. And I’ll massage you until you feel better? Okay, babe?”

And Steve can’t help it. Even with the plethora of pet names he still gets liquified inside at a new one. He lets a purr roll out from the back of his throat long and deep. Let’s his body roll over to the side so he can face Billy directly.

Inside their apartment is quiet, the street has the noises of cars driving by and the chatter of people. It’s late, not too late however. The steeet lights are still on. Casting Billy’s pretty skin, his messy hair and his grown out beard, in a honey yellow glow. Just like the liquor glass sweating out onto the table. He looked good enough to drink.

“Just,” Steve mocked his tone of voice, “just a massage? And then bed?” He lifted one bushy eyebrow. His ears pointing to attention on top of his head.

Billy nodded along, eager like a puppy. His fingers twitching on the edge of the sofa.

Steve sighed out, playing up how exasperated he was, as he rolled over onto his stomach. Pointing his toes until they went over the side of the arm rest. And folding his arms so they held up his head like a proper massage pillow.

“All right,” he whispered out.

And like a gust of hot summer air from a left open window Billy’s hands covered the small of his back. Those thick fingers and wide, circular palms caressing the bottom hem of his sweater with relentless gentleness. Even with the whiskey on his breath, Billy moved his hands in tight controlled circles that absolutely pushed the air up and out of Steve’s chest.

He couldn’t help it, not one bit, as his tail moved to curl around Billy’s shoulders. As it seeked out that warmth with the possessive nature Steve always tried so hard to keep in check. The fur jerked against his dirty skin, catching long strands in the clumps of his sweat. He must not have showered after coming home from shift of working outside. It meant he really needed a shower now, it was fantastic.

“Tell me about your day at work, pretty cat,” Billy whispered. It sounded like his mouth was right next to the fur of his ear, but Steve was floating on a cloud. And with the way his own throat was making the deep vibration of a content purr, Billy sounded miles away.

“Aahh,” Steve moaned out, trying to remember how words tasted on his tongue. When all he could think about was the taste of whiskey.

“We got a ton of deliveries, some new hard-back biographies today,” he managed to get out on shaky breaths. “I-I had to unload and check them all in. Stamp... them all in.” He dragged out the last sentence with a roll of his hips. To match the roll of Billy’s fingers.

They pushed up the hem of his sweater until those devilish fingers were touching skin. Erasing the February chill from his walk home, but leaving goosebumps as they went.

“The old bats at the counter left the whole shipment for me! I think—,” he cut off with a groan, “I think they like watching me struggle with carrying the boxes.”

Billy laughed low at that. So low, so deep inside his naked chest, that Steve felt it vibrate up his spine. “I don’t blame them. That sounds adorable.” He whispers, much too close again.

“Perv-pervert,” Steve grumbles out. Tilting his head forward into his folded arms.

His next words catch and stay in his throat as Billy’s fingers dip from their rhythm on his lower back, they dip to touch the base of his tail where it juts out from the hole in his jeans.

It’s a wider hole, wider than most, and most of the time Steve has to alter or cut his hole to fit his larger tail. Billy doesn’t even pinch any of the fluffy fur as he pushes in two fingertips.

“Woah!” Steve gasps out. His arms unfolding as he bolts upright, while his tail flicks to the side to hit the couch with a loud whack.

And all Billy does is give another low chuckle. One hand, the hand not lost in his mess of tail hair, rubs a gentle circle on his back. “That’s no good?” He asks, “I’ll stop if you say so?”

But Steve’s purrs were filling up the whole damn apartment. His cheeks were flushed a cherry red color, growing over his cheek bones and connecting at the tip of his pointy nose. He could feel his face was on fire. Could feel a bit of shame as he gave over to just how good Billy’s fingers were.

He let himself fall back to the couch with a huff. Nuzzling his blushing face back into his folded arms, and hiding his blush in the sleeves of his sweater.

“Feels good,” he mutters out.

Billy leaned forward, a lopsided smirk, “what was that, I didn’t catch it?”

Steve turned where he knew Billy’s face would be, bent over to try and see his shame. He kept his eyes closed as he hissed, “heard me!”

Billy groaned out himself. His body rolling as he leaned forward. Leaned more into Steve’s lax and warm frame. His fingers disappearing to the knuckle as he felt out the most sensitive part of him. Right where the bone of his tail was thickest. Right where the fur came up into his back— every bit as ticklish as pleasurable.

“Come on, kitty,” Billy sighed. He leaned forward so his face pressed into the hair between Steve’s ears. Rolled the tip of his stocky nose in the mess of it, inhaled the scent of Steve in a way that made his stomach flip. Butterflies fly around. Pink stars flutter at the side of his vision.

“I want you to feel good, want you to want it,” Billy kept talking. His voice hot on the back of Steve’s neck. “You deserve to get off after that fuckin’ day.”

Steve reached down between them, fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. Billy’s laugh kept going in his hair as he shifted so his jeans went below the swell of his ass. His tail slipping through the hole of his jeans much more easily than Steve was struggling.

“There’s my feisty cat,” Billy didn’t waste any time in getting his hands back in Steve’s tail fur. Burying them into the long chocolate and black fur until his palms where flat on Steve’s skin. Then he pulled then back. Using his short fingernails to scratch at a maddeningly slow pace.

“You must have looked so damn cute. Workin’ up a sweat in front of everyone. How cute, how tempting...,” his breath hot onto the back of Steve’s neck as he speaks. Making his leather collar moist. “Good thing you wear this collar so everyone knows who you belong to.”

Steve’s hands groped uselessly at the couch under him. His hips bucking backwards to get more of those hands on him.

“Such a good kitty, huh, such a good boy for me.” Billy’s mouth turned. His lips pressuring dangerously into the base of Steve’s ear. It flicked violently back and forth, knocking into Billy’s nose and lips, but he didn’t move back. “Right here, huh? Does this feel good? Right at the base of your pretty little tail?”

Steve whimpered, nodding in agreement.

Billy’s fingers were moving faster and faster, some staying at the very base to tease and dig into all the most sensitive nerves of his skin. His other hand was petting through the rest of his fur. His tail, ever the traitor, was curled in a tight vice around Billy’s arm making it all too easy for him.

“Want me to keep petting you, keep touching you, think you can get off just from this?”

Steve’s hips bucked up off the couch. His knees knocking together as he tried to lift them so his skin was touching as much and as hard against Billy’s as he could.

But Billy was using his weight to keep Steve down on the couch. Was using both his arms and his chest to pin Steve so he was laying just as he choose to lay for the massage. And that, well that was almost as hot as the dirty talk.

“Billy, Billy,” Steve chanted his name in rolling waves of his purring. His mouth hanging open so his tongue lulls out the side. A pool of drool gathering just below his chin. It matches the way his cock trapped below the softness of his belly and the rough texture of the couch is dripping it’s own pool of pre-cum.

He’s torn between rutting down to get the friction and make himself cum, or bucking up more to get Billy’s fingers scratching into his skin deeper and deeper. So he does both in studdering jerky movements that make his whole body ache.

“Shhh,” Billy’s mouth has gotten closer. His lips right at the base of his ear. It makes the sensitive pink skin inside twitch and jerk away. Flick in annoyance at the hot air.

But then Billy’s closing his lips around Steve’s ear. Closing his teeth around it just enough to feel them. And rolling his tongue against the fur in time with how his fingers flex deeply into his tail.

He can barely hear the way Billy whispers, “cum for me, kitten,” as he cums. His neck stretching out in a choked off moan. Toes curling. Tail flicking at the end into Billy’s bicep muscle. His eyes widening before fluttering closed.

He’s giving small little ruts down into the couch until his cock stops milking ribbons on it.

Tomorrow, there will be a mess to clean up. That, and the whiskey Billy left sit on the table.

But now, Steve’s only thinking of going to sleep.

He’s lost in a steady rhythm of post-orgasm purring as he feels his soft body shift before lifting. Billy groaning only slightly as he hefts Steve up to a bridal carry.

He takes Steve into the bedroom. Their shared bedroom. Laying him down across the sheets like something precious, like something he doesn’t want to break. Or misshandle. Like he ever could when every way he’s ever touched Steve has been with a gentle hand and love in his eyes.

First he feels his hair being pushed off his sweaty forehead. Then he feels his jeans being taken the rest of the way off and a cloth cleaning off his skin. A fresh new pair of sleeping pants that match Billy’s own slipping over his long, pale legs.

Billy shuts the lights off. Shuts the door. The noise of the city outside still makes it bright, can’t get away from that.

But Billy comes into bed and curls up behind Steve. Wrapping one arm around his waist, those work rough fingers possessive against the slight pudge Steve’s stomach has. Pushes his knees behind Steve’s so he’s flush with as much of him as he could possibly be.

“This okay, Stevie?” he whispers.

And Steve’s heart flutters. His stomach grows warm. He’s got those butterflies again. He opens his mouth but not a lot comes out. His words constantly cluttering, failing him.

He takes Billy’s hand from the pillow above his head and brings it down to his lips. Presses those scarred and big and scary hands to his lips. Says much more than he knows he can with his limited, stuttery words.

Behind him, Billy chuckles. Pulls Steve by his stomach even closer together.

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Josuke x Reader :: Promposal :: Ch. 5

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summary: A strange new transfer student has enrolled in Budogaoka High School. Josuke falls head over heels for her, but has a limited time to win her over before the school prom.

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The accusations thrown at Josuke by his baffled mother were hard to listen to, especially with your face practically burning from it and hearing only ringing in your ears from the shock alone and having to sit in the midst of the two arguing. You decided your best bet was to hurry, pack your stuff and leave. You’d maybe call him later to let him know why you left and tell him that your time together was great, lest he get the wrong idea.

It was easy to sneak past them. They did seem like the types to block everything else out when stubborn. Perhaps that's why some considered him and his friends delinquents.

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About an hour later, you found yourself dialing Josuke’s number (or well, his house number) while lazily lying on the bed of your temporary apartment. He had written it at the bottom of his love letter, which you actually bothered to keep amongst all the other ones.

“Yeah, I see. Thanks for calling me instead of just leaving me hangin’.”

“No problem...I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Sorry for any trouble I’ve caused.”

“No no”, he was quick to disagree, “It’s fine, my mom just gets fussy like that sometimes, its not your fault at all. To be fair I should’ve been paying more attention.”

You frowned. He shouldn’t have blamed himself. You weren’t being entirely courteous as a guest either to fall asleep on him like that. He spoke up before you could say anything about it.

“Did you have fun though---er, get a good study in? I know I did. Cleared up a lot of stuff I was missin’ during class. Thanks a lot for that!” You could hear the grin in his voice. Admittedly, he had a nice voice to listen to. But you convinced yourself that was just a supplementary compliment rather than you starting to have a school girl crush on him like the rest of his groupies.

You wondered what drew them to him in the first place. Was it his hair? It would seem like he’d take pride in having groupies if it was for that reason, being so uptight about his hairstyle and all. Yet he would always look so annoyed whenever they came up to him, so that probably wasn’t the reason. His personality? No, they hardly let him get a word in whenever they bombard him. His height?

...Fair assumption.

“Hey, (Y/N), you there?”

Crap, had you been spacing out?

“Yeah, I’m here.” You replied, rubbing your eyes.

“Do you have time tomorrow for ice cream after school? Its totally cool if you’re not, I understand.”

You did have a bit of studying to do to keep your grades up (and to keep up appearances, but that was less important) but keeping Josuke happy in your friendship did also mean something to you. Skipping one study session wouldn’t be that much of a deal, you could skim through it once you get home anyway.

“Oh no no, I’m down for it.”

Josuke’s tone noticeably turned up an octave after hearing that. “Cool! You wanna come by my house or I’ll come by yours?”

After saying he could pick you up from your own house (especially thinking about how Tomoko would react) he joyfully lets out a ‘sweet!’ and you exchange your goodbyes before hanging up.

One thing you could safely say about Josuke at this point is that he was certainly...interesting. If you had to weigh your options between giving everyone that sent you a letter an opportunity to court you and just only giving Josuke a chance for the time being, the latter set well with you far more.

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Classes had passed by rather quickly. It almost seemed like a blur but you didn’t mind it. At first the thought of instantly going home and looking over the notes you took to refresh your memory came into your head, before Josuke and Okuyasu voices behind you made you realize what you had planned already. You had recognized the other two, but hadn’t bothered to hold a single conversation with either of them.

As far as you knew, they were just ‘the guy who looks like he’s still in elementary’ and ‘the guy that looks like he’s committed a crime before’.

However you would withhold your assumptions for the time being and attempt to get to know them truthfully. They seemed excited to see you, anyway.

“Glad to see you waited for us (y/n!)” Josuke happily said.

You didn’t really. But you forced a smile as if you did anyway.

Josuke stopped behind you and contemplated putting an arm around you like he would his other buddies, but decided against it, thinking maybe the two of you weren’t at that point yet. You didn’t exactly seem like the touchy type either. Instead his hand firmly rested on your shoulder, his face offering a kind, genuine smile towards you.

Gesturing toward his friends, he began to introduce them. “(Y/n), this is Okuyasu Nijimura and Koichi Hirose. They’ve kinda been excited to meet ya ever since we started hanging out.” Josuke lets out quite the cute chuckle as his free hand finds itself sheepishly behind his neck now.

“Yo!” Okuyasu was quick to greet you with quite possibly the biggest grin you’ve seen anyone sport since you’ve gotten to this country. Koichi on the other hand seemed a little more calm and reserved, saying a simple ‘hello!’ with a wave.

They didn’t seem too bad now as you had thought before, but you’d keep your eye on them. After the introduction Josuke had mentioned that itd be wise to get to the ice cream truck as soon as possible, seeing that it might leave the neighborhood soon. You still were a bit unfamiliar with the area, so you followed behind the other three and let them lead the way.

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When the four of you finally arrived to the spot of the parked vehicle, you had just noticed that you’d tuned out the conversation that was had on the way here. Now that you think about it, Okuyasu was pretty swift to wrap an arm around his taller friend’s shoulder and immediately start talking about something else. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you had thought Josuke would’ve been inclined to talk to you during the brief walk. That’s what you were invited for, right? Or is this just what he does with all his friends?

The lack of attention didn’t bother you that badly, as you’re generally used to it, but you still couldn’t help but wonder.

You had walked up to the window to get your own ice cream, before Koichi promptly stopped you, pulling out his own wallet.

“Hey, I can pay for your ice cream for you!”

You blinked, not exactly sure how you were supposed to respond to that. “It’s alright, you don’t have to.”

“No I insist! Don’t worry about it okay?” The small boy smiled at you, a face that was pretty hard for you to resist. Giving a slight nod, he proceeded to pay for it. You did get the biggest size they offered though, who’s to say you couldn’t after he graciously agreed to pay?

You and Koichi walked back to the others, already sitting down in the park with the ice creams and chatting. As you were making your way over there, Josuke looked back at the two of you, his happy grin melding into a guilty wide-eyed frown.

He turned back around when you and his other friend walked past the bench he and Okuyasu sat on to go to another one across from them. Without even glancing at him, you started to eat your ice cream. From the corner of your eye you could see the pompadoured teen lightly tap his clueless friend, motioning them to move to the same bench you and Koichi were.

Trying to prevent things from becoming awkward, Josuke immediately started talking to you as he sat down. “So, (Y/n), is that your favorite flavor?”

You nodded, not trying to get distracted from your melting ice cream.

“Cool, I like that flavor too. I really really like strawberry though, especially the kind they have at the truck.”

“Strawberry’s a good flavor.” Okuyasu chimed in. “But Koichi likes nasty shit, like pistachio. Bleh!” He stuck his tongue out to emphasize his disgust. The shorter teen was slightly offended.

“Hey, its good with the right toppings! At least I don’t bombard my ice cream with everything, if you’re careless like that, you’ll get a cavity!”

Oku dismissively waved his hand. “Whatever. I’ll just go to Tonio’s again and it’ll be good as new, so there’s no problem!” He grinned.

Koichi sighed, and you were left wondering what kind of place “Tonio’s” was.

“Oh right, we need to take (Y/n)-chan there someday!” Josuke added. “Maybe we should do a little tour thing of Morioh for you, would you like that?”

You happily nodded, almost at the end of your ice cream. The three of them had gotten along so naturally

Eventually everyone else got done with theirs and began to throw everything away. Koichi had started on his way home, saying that he was going to start on his studying before his goodbye. Thinking you should do the same, Josuke walked in front of you.

“Hey me and Okuyasu are gonna hang at my house, so we can walk you home first okay?”

“Okay.” Probably the first time you said something in about an hour. You saw Okuyasu about to walk up with Josuke again, but was stopped immediately and whispered something by Josuke. After which, he hung behind the two of you for the remainder of the walk.

When your apartment was reached, The boys asked if you enjoyed yourself and you happily responded with yes and that you’d love to hang out again, before going up the stairs and waving goodbye.

The two of them stood there for a while, making sure you were safe up until you got inside the house. As you closed the door, Josuke let out a groan and his head sunk into his hands. Okuyasu, obviously concerned by this, put a hand on his shoulder.

“Bro? You okay?”

Jojo shook his head. “Ughh..I can’t believe I let that happen. She must’ve felt so left out. I didn’t even pay enough attention that Koichi paid for her stuff..god..That didn’t look good at all.”

“Hey, you’re not obligated to treat her like a queen or anythin’. You’re still just friends right now right?” He tried to reassure his downtrodden friend.

“Yeah but...I still feel like a dick. I invited her there..Plus there’s also the fact that she’s got a limited time here in Morioh..” His blue eyes widened after saying that statement, the realization just now hitting him. It was so silent all the boys could hear was the slight breeze ruffling the trees.

“Huh, now that I think about it, why are you tryin’ to woo someone who’s a transfer student? Seems kinda rough to get someone to fall for you in a few weeks...unless you’re Yukako.”

“Goddammit Okuyasu, I don’t get to choose who I fall in love with!”

His fist balled up again, lips going dry as he resented saying things before thinking about them first.

“Woah...Josuke..”

Before he could say anything else, the teens noticed a slight shift in the window blinds where a light was on in your apartment.

‘Holy crap, i hope thats not her, i’d shit myself if it is!’

“C-C’mon Okuyasu, lets get out of here, I-I’ll race you!” He bolted down the sidewalk in the direction of his house, with his best friend in tow.

It was you who had peeked out the window from your living room, but only because you were startled by the sound of someone shouting. You didn’t see anyone when you fully pulled the blinds back, must’ve been your imagination. Putting the window back as it was, you returned to your studying.

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