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osachiyo · 4 months

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✧˚ 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗 — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, atsushi & tetchou .ೃ࿐

˚➶ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — female reader, n/sfw content (mdni), fluff + crack some of y'all will get second hand embarrassment, prolly the only thing i'll write about period sex, breaking the bed, spicy cunnilingus, accidental anal, reader hits her head in one of these but dw it's fine, overall just some silly stuff ! wc for each character is like 300-400 words long :) not proofread !

˚➶ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — i've been putting this off for too long 💀 anyways, happy reading and enjoy ! also is it tetchou or tecchou idfk how to spell this dude's name 😭

"Nghh - fuuck— you're s'good at this, angel—" Dazai moaned, encouraging you to bounce on him faster. He had you in reverse cowgirl— watching your ass bounce on his pelvis as you jumped up and down on his cock, desperately trying to chase that release you've been working for.

"Feels— feels so g-good!" You cried out, pretty nails digging into his thigh, making him let out a pornographic moan - which made you clench on him even more.

Dazai groaned, grabbing handfuls of your ass and spreading them apart to see the mouthwatering view of your cunt greedily swallowing his cock. That's when he saw little streaks of blood coating his cock - mixed with your slick and his precum... and he realized that you must be starting your period.

If Dazai was being completely honest - he didn't really care about the blood, and no way he was stopping right now— when you're riding him so deliciously and looking so fucking sexy while doing it - he'd be insane (like he isn't already) if he were to stop you now. Plus, he didn't want you to get embarrassed— no, that's the last thing he wanted.

He definitely told you after sex, though. He was like, "oh yeah, you're on your period, by the way." It kind of shocked you how casual he was about it - which he noticed, of course. He'd laugh at your bewildered face, chuckling as you ask him if he's not grossed out. He'd wave you off, "sweetheart, do you think i'm a boy? Trust me, a little bit of blood doesn't bother me."

You were about to reply when a cramp hit you straight in the guts - making you hiss out and curl into yourself in pain. Dazai frowned, quickly sitting next to you to brush your hair out of your face - "you alright, sweet girl?" You groaned in response, "mm - yeah, j-just these damn period cramps are killing me."

Dazai pretended to think for a bit, even rubbing his finger on his chin to add the extra effect, making you roll your eyes at his silly antics. he looked deep in thought for a moment until you heard him snapping his finger, pointing at you with a wink - "aha! I know exaaactly how to get rid of your cramps." Your eyebrows pinched together at his words, knowing it's gonna be something dumb.

"Let's go for another roun— oumph!" You threw a pillow at him, resulting him falling backwards on his butt. "I knew you were gonna say that!" You groaned, kicking your legs - snickering at the way he rubs his bottom. "Gosh, you are just the meanest, aren't you?" He whined - making you giggle, "oh? well, that would make you the horniest!"

"Hey! I was serious - it really works— oumph!"

You were currently face-down, ass-up on Chuuya's lavish bed— as he pushed your face further into the pillow, cunt greedily sucking his fat cock in. He didn't even bother with taking off your clothes— just ripping them and grumbling about buying you new ones when you went to protest.

"Argh— shhiiiit- takin' m-me s'well, babydoll," growling, he pulled you up by your hair - back against his chest and fuck, you could feel him in the deepest part of you - hammering inside of your puffy pussy while reaching a free hand to play with that tiny clit. "Chuuya— C-chuuya!" You squealed, face landing on the pillow with an "oof!" as he pushed you back against it. "S-shut it, fu—ck! 'yer so tight," he almost whimpered, hand untangling itself from your hair to pinch and tweak at your nipples - before landing a mean smack on your ass.

He was speeding up - almost at an inhuman pace, as the headboard continuously slammed against the wall. But the both of you failed to notice the cracking noise - too lost in the pleasure, before the bed came crashing down.

'fuck, you're doin' so good ba— whAT THE FUCK—?!" Chuuya screeched as you both fell on the floor along with the broken bed. "Shit - are you okay, baby?" He quickly checked you for any injuries— only to see that you were still dazed, your mouth agape and eyes glossed over— too cockdrunk to even process that the bed broke.

“Argh— fuck it,” he thought, just going back to pounding your cunt as if it didn’t just break down. Making his pretty girl gush all over him was way more important— and plus, he could easily buy another bed.

You scolded him after getting your back blown out. But he couldn’t care less, if he was being completely honest.

In reality, it actually turned him on even more— his new goal from now on is breaking the bed everytime while fucking - from the sheer force of it. So um.. goodluck walking..?

You were cuddled up on the couch with your boyfriend of 6 months, watching a cute movie when you suddenly felt something stiff poking against your ass— how cute, you thought - biting your lip as you ground back against him, earning a sharp gasp from Atsushi.

Things escalated from that to you being on top of him— fervently making out, shy fingers digging into the plush of your hips as you continued grinding on his dick— moaning into each other's mouths.

Eventually you ended up on your back, with Atsushi rutting into you fast and hard as you threw your head back. He was inexperienced— but you had to say, what he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. His face was buried in your neck, letting out puffs of hot air as he suppressed the urge to bite down on your shoulder and mark you up— he didn't want to hurt or scare you off.

"Oh— god, 'sushi that feels so—" you moaned, lips parting as you silently begged for a kiss - to which he gladly complied. "Fuck— yes, s'good—!" Atsushi moaned, eyes rolling back slightly as you clamped down on him further, you were close and so was he.

But somehow, he managed to slip out of your tight cunt— making him whine and quickly try to push it back in, desperate to feel your warm walls around him again. He slipped in with some issues— it felt like you had gotten tighter but he didn't mind. Holy shit though, it felt so much warmer and tighter no— "OW OW—! ATSUSHI!"

He immediately jumped upon hearing your pained shriek, "what's wro—" "Pull out - right now!" You sneered, glaring at him as he complied. "That was the wrong hole— you idiot!" You scolded, but your gaze got softer when you saw him sulking - he didn't mean to hurt you!

"I- I'm so sorry— it just accidentally slipped out a-and then I tried to push it back in and—" he was speaking really fast, trying his best to explain himself before you put your hand up, palm against his chest.

"I get it— sorry for yelling at you," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you climbed onto his lap. He nodded, still sulking because he felt so guilty— god, he just can't do anything righ—

"Don't beat yourself up for it, okay? It wasn't your fault," you spoke as if you could read his mind, making him relax his tensed shoulders as he nodded.

..You two just decided to continue the movie and cuddle the night away.

Akutagawa had you backed up against some large shelves inside a storage room, while you two were on a mission. He'd normally prefer to have you somewhere else— somewhere more private and comfortable but you just had to be a damn tease the whole fucking day, and now he's finally got his hands on you.

"So— fucking— desperate—" each word that fell from his chapped lips were accompanied by a mean thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against that one spot inside of your walls. He had you completely trapped against the large set of shelves with rashōmon— leaving you with no ways to escape him. "Haah— d-did a little bending g-get you this worked u-up?" You added fuel to the fire— making his right eye twitch in annoyance, what a lousy mouth you had.

He said nothing, though— only speeding his pace up, as heavy breaths and pants left him— an unusual flush spread across his cheeks. "You really— shit!— d-don't know when to shut the fuck up," he growled, as a pale hand found your tits— slapping the jiggling fat before landing a harsh slap to each.

Your back arched with each pound of his hips into your gooey cunt— both of you feeling lightheaded from the pleasure circulating through your veins. So lightheaded in fact, you both somehow failed to notice the heavy book on top one of the shelves inching closer and closer towards the very edge— a small impact against the wood would most likely make it fall.

"oh— AkuOWW—!" And fall it did— right on top of your head before it bounced off and fell on the floor. You yelled in pain, the dull pain making you head throb. Akutagawa just...paused— eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't know what to say— should he ask if you're okay? He's never been good at this stuff — so he just.. kinda... stood there and stared.

Made sure you're alright after he was over the initial shock, though — telling you that you should've seen it coming, earning him a few curses from you.

Tetchou had you spread on the couch, strong hands holding your thighs against your chest, giving him a perfect view of the soaked cunt he was about to devour.

"You look so pretty between my legs," you cooed, running your fingers through his burgundy locks. "Yeah? Well, I wish you could see my view, gorgeous girl," he spoke while nibbling the insides of your thighs— placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses wherever his lips could reach. His face was lightly flushed pink — your praises always made him hot and bothered, it encouraged him to do even better — make you feel even better.

A small moan caught in your throat when your boyfriend slowly peeled away the slick-soaked panties from your juicy cunt, pulling them down your legs before flinging them off somewhere. The cold night air hitting your bare sex made you try to clench your thighs back together — but to no avail, as Tetchou kept them apart firmly. He felt himself salivating at the sight of your exposed cunt — wanting to dive right in.

And dive right in he did, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue before smearing them all over your clit, feeling your thighs shake and tummy clench at the stimulation. "Don't hold them back f'me," he let out a muffled grunt. "Your moans — don't hold 'em back," he clarified, before shamelessly shaking his head back and forth on your cunt — causing you to arch your back as your fingers tightened their grip on his hair.

"A-ah, Tetchou—" you threw your head back with a whine, trying to lift your hips up to grind into his mouth, to which he responded to by pushing you even further into the couch, "don't move," he panted, basically growling into your pussy. He couldn't help but hump into the couch — way too turned on by your pleasure.

It was all going great — amazing even, until you felt a light burn on your cunt, confusion lacing all your features. It didn't take long for the burning sensation to build up — the pleasure slowly disappearing, as discomfort kicked in.

"W-wait — Tetchou," you panted, trying to pull his head away from your aching (literally) cunt. Tetchou only growled in response, latching onto your pussy harder — you knew better than to interrupt him during a meal.

But it fucking burned! So you just yelled out, "it burns!" And felt him immediately pause — slowly lifting his head from the spot between your thighs and looking utterly confused, "what?"

"I — I don't know, but my pussy fucking burns," you snapped, worry laced all over your features.

Then suddenly, a look of realization mixed with mortification fills your boyfriend's face. You cocked an eyebrow at him, "what is it?"

"... I forgot I ate those... spicy noodles and... some of the sauce was probably still on my lips...."

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urrockstar-xe · 4 months

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sneaking out - t.c x fem!reader

posted jan 21st, 2024 10:50 am

@dingus85 asked : May I request a Tara Carpenter x fem!reader based on Cruel Summer- Taylor Swift where they have been sneaking out to the beach every night (scenario 5). This time they’re just being stupid, and reader accidentally confesses that she likes her. Somewhere in the fic Tara uses one liner 18.

im so sorry for the wait love, I hope u enjoy.

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wordcount: 0.9k

It was Chad’s idea to have one big group vacation for the summer, a simple nearly 50-hour road trip from New York to California. A few weeks on the beach to help everyone recover from the first semester of college and some time for Sam and Tara to learn how to be away from each other again.

Every small-town kid needs a Beach Vacation, right? Well actually, your plans for the summer were to find a good job but just when you wanted to argue, Mindy pointed out that you could share a room with Tara, and Tara responded by clapping her hands together, smiling at you and

“We’ll have so much fun!”

How could you say no to that?

Everyone had taken turns driving, except for Mindy, her job was to make sure everyone had enough snacks and to ensure you’d make it to the Airbnb in one piece.

You were lucky enough to find one on the beach, giving easy access to the water and the sand that Mindy soon found to be an incredible nuisance, Anika was enjoying the chance to dress up in different beach weather outfits and there was also the perfect spot to play volleyball which Chad forced everyone to do.

And then there were you and Tara, you had the same favorite part of this vacation and it was the late-night bonfires.

You had only one with all of you involved but the following night you both snuck out together to start up another one, and this quickly became routine for the both of you.

You couldn’t help but enjoy this silly game you were playing in your head even if Tara didn’t realize you were playing at all. Sharing a bed, waking up early enough to make breakfast, making the bed, and taking turns to shower after beach days just to sneak off and come back smelling like firewood.

It was perfect for you, and maybe it was for Tara too, but obviously, you weren’t going to ask.

Tonight was one of your last nights in California and none of you were ready to leave, except Mindy, who wanted to go home the first week. But of course, you were most worried about going home, everything would go back to normal and you could no longer live in your little bubble with Tara and her soft smiles and giggly laughs,

and your little sneak-out “dates” that were just for you and Tara.

But that just meant you had to make the most of it, which leads you outside sitting on an old beach towel next to the pretty girl, watching the pit of flames dance before your eyes.

“I’m not ready to go home yet, I like sneakin’ out with you.” Tara’s voice caught your attention, turning to look at her as she spoke. She was thinking the same as you. “We could always sneak out together back in New York” You spoke in the same quiet tone, as if you weren’t allowed to speak louder than the sound of the sea.

Tara pouted, “It’s not the same, though.” Oh. You nodded in agreement looking back at the fire.

“I wanna go swimming,” She said suddenly, standing up and taking off her sweater, well your sweater, you had let her wear. “Tara, you’ll freeze” You smiled, knowing she wouldn’t listen anyway as she was already walking towards the water, tossing her sweatpants to you as you laughed.

You watched amused as she eventually made it to the water, she hesitated, “C’mon, my girl Tara Carpenter doesn’t back down from stupid stuff!” You called out in a teasing tone, hearing her laugh as she threw her head back before running straight into the water, “Holy shit!” she yelled, squealing as she resurfaced.

You laughed as Tara ran back up to you, soaking wet and gratefully thanking you as you put the towel around your shoulders. “That was so stupid” she laughed, shivering slightly as you rubbed her arms, laughing with her as you attempted to warm her up.

“That is why I like you so much” You had barely noticed the words come out as Tara’s smile softened, staring at you with a tilted head and puppy dog eyes. “What?” Tara’s voice was quieter now, still having a slightly shaky tone as she was still freezing.

“What?” you repeated the question, you could backtrack, sure but Tara wasn’t stupid, she wouldn’t believe that no matter how well you sold it she saw it in your eyes,

you’re so screwed, you almost laughed.

“What did you say? You like me?” Tara’s grip on the towel tightened a little, that soft look on her face capturing you the way it always did. You opened your mouth to speak but closed it, not knowing how to explain yourself in a way that made sense but Tara spoke up instead.

“Come here and kiss me, dummy” She smiled, and you didn’t want to waste any time as your hands moved to her face and pulled her in, cold, soft lips hitting yours as if they were meant to be on yours. Tara abandoned the towel to hold your wrists.

“You are so catching a cold,” You said through heavy breaths earning a sweet laugh in response.

“Yeah, but you’ll take care of me.” you smiled at that because obviously you would.

“Yeah, I will.” You said, Tara smiled back.

“I think I will sneak out with you back in New York.”

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oh2z · 2 months

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roommates. a jebe series

part pre one two three

summary: moving in with your (really attractive) uni friends..nothing too crazy can happen, right?

contents: plenty of suggestive/sexual content ! mdni read and tune in at your own discretion !!

word count: 2.1k (yay^^)

it was your fourth year of uni and you just transferred schools after a little incident happened last year that forced you to move. it was like a fresh start-- except you still had to go to class. (lol no shit)

you were angrily storming toward your first class of the day since you had already taken this class but of course, the credits didn't transfer so you had to retake it. huge waste of time.

you sat down in the closest desk to the door and tossed your bag on top of it, leaning back against the chair and crossing your arms in annoyance. you felt some eyes on you so you glanced over and caught a boy looking at your curiously. you normally would have snapped at him for staring, but he was pretty hot-- his messy brown hair fell over his forehead in his cute, slightly overgrown bowl cut and smiley eyes contrasted nicely with the sharp cut of his jaw and his large hands. you slid your eyes over him top to bottom, letting them linger on the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. you looked back up at his face to meet his gaze and his eyes widened briefly before he looked away quickly, a little blush creeping onto his cheeks. you turn to front wordlessly, looking away from his with a small smirk on your face.

you had shown up to class hoping that this professor didn't have a strict attendance policy, and to your luck, he does. fuck. you rolled your eyes as your classmates passed the sign-in sheet around, and zoned out for the rest of class.

when the class was over you grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and headed for the door. you had forgot to get coffee beforehand, so you decided to head to the nearest cafe. you felt like someone was following you as you headed down the sidewalk and you threw a glance over your shoulder to see that same guy from class a few steps behind you. his big eyes widened when you looked at him and he looked away from you but you narrowed your eyes and stopped walking, waiting for him to catch up.

he looked like he was panicking, not sure if he should stop or pass you. "you following me?" you asked, tilting your head.

"no! i just... wanted to go get coffee before my next class," he said quickly.

you hesitated a moment, suddenly feeling silly for being on the offensive. "oh. i was going to get coffee too..i'mm kinda new to town and i get anxious in unfamiliar places-- should we have coffee together?" you offered. he blinked in surprise.

"oh! yeah okay sure!" the two of your began walking again, next to each other this time, and headed toward the coffee shop. you each brought your own drink and then you sat down together at a small table. you couldn't help but judge him a little for getting a fancy blended sweet coffee drink, while you had a black iced americano.

"so are you a music production major too?" he asked, sipping his drink.

"no, i'm taking this class as an elective. i'm kind of annoyed actually-- i already took it but the credits didn't transfer. i mean it'll be easy now, but it's still a bit annoying," you complained.

"oh. that sucks." he replied, frowning. you shrugged.

"it's whatever. you know what would make it better though?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"what?" he asked, sipping from his straw and blinking at you innocently.

"if you would write my name on the sign-in sheet for me if i'm ever not there," you replied sweetly.

"we're not supposed to do that though..."

you pouted, looking at him through your lashes and slipping a hand up to toy with the neckline of your shirt. "oh...i guess you're right. thanks anyway."

"i mean-" he said quickly. "it's just that i would have to know what your name was first before i could write it."

you smirked, then pulled out a small piece of paper and wrote down your full name, jotting your phone number under it. then you stood up and handed it to him. he read your name and then looked up at you when he noticed your number. he tilted his head as he read it again.

"your name is--"

"don't call me that," you cut, pointing at the paper. "i go by y/n."

"okay! y/n it is" he said quickly, his cheeks going pink. you had to stop yourself from continuing the conversation-- you were going to be late to your next class. and so you tore your attention away from him somewhat begrudgingly.

"text me your name," you said as you turned away, flashing him a smile over your shoulder as you left the shop. he watched you go with his lips parted slightly in shock and then quickly pulled out his phone, typing your number in and shooting you a text right away.

unknown: hi :0

me: who is this?

unknown: oh sorry lol

unknown: i was supposed to text u my name

unknown: it's taerae!

me: cool :)

you saved his number and then silenced your phone, not really caring if he had said something else after that at the moment. you shoved your hands in your pockets and headed to your next class.

you were sitting in the coffee shop working on an assignment from another class when your phone went off.

taerae: hey u comin to class?

you frowned at your phone. who the hell is taerae? you thought. you glanced at the clock, remembering which class your were skipping. oh! music production boy! a smile crept to your face at the thought of him again.

me: no i can't make it today

taerae: did you want me to sign the paper for you?

me: yes please!

you set your phone down and went back to work. about an hour later you felt someone standing over you and you pulled you headphones off and looked up. there was the boy from that class. you blinked at him.

"yes?" you asked. he sat down, sipping his fancy coffee and frowning his cute, pink lips pouting around his straw.

"you said you couldn't make it to class. i thought you were sick or something," he mumbled.

"yeah...what i meant was...i'm not going back to that class. it's a waste of my time." you mumbled back, returning your gaze to your laptop.

"oh. well...the professor assigned homework." he said, looking at you.

you groaned. "ugh, seriously?" you complained as he opened his backpack and pulled out his notes. he took a picture of where he had written down the assignment and set it to you.

"here you go " he said with a little smile.

"y/n-ie" you replied absentmindedly as you opened your phone to check the picture. he perked up a bit at the thought of calling you in a cuter way.

"i can call you y/n-ie?" he asked cutely. you looked up from your phone at him, unable to keep yourself from smiling a little at his happy face.

"hm? oh yeah. you're my music production class buddy, of course you can" you said. he grinned back.

"okay! well um...i'll see you later y/n-ie"

you were lying on your bed at home, tuning out the sound of your roommate slamming doors by cranking up the volume on your headphones. you had just finished up the assignment for your music prod. class and you sighed, thinking you had better go to class and hand it in the next day. unless...

me: hey

taerae: hi y/n-ie!!

me: can we meet up before class tmr? wanna see u :3

taerae: ofc just lmk!!

you were so tired and your roommate was really stressing you out. your really hated this apartment, but it had been the only thing available when you moved to town. you sighed and went to bed.

you sat at the cafe sipping your coffee and staring at your laptop, feeling stressed about your course load and your living arrangement. you had no way to get your stresses out these days, considering you knew no one in town and that your favorite stress relief activities were best done...with others.

you eyes slide to the door when taerae came into the shop, accompanied with another boy today. he was the same height as taerae, and something about his perfect skin, messy blonde hair, and sleeper-built body screamed daddy. the smiley brunette boy made you feel dominant, but his handsome friend made you feel small and as the two of them approached you, you shook your head against the warring sides of yourself, trying not to get overwhelmed.

they were talking as they came in and taerae seemed to look at his friend in awe, hanging on every word out of the man's mouth. taerae said something that made the other laugh and it took up his whole face. his huge smile make his eyes scrunch and flush appear in his round cheeks. it was nice to look at, and it seemed contagious as taerae smiled as well. he gave you a little wave and his friend glanced at your curiously before they got drinks. once they both had coffee-- taerae with his usual fancy one and his friend with a plain cup, they came to your table.

"hi y/n-ie! why did you want to meet?" taerae asked cheerily, sitting down next to you. his friend took the seat across from you and you couldn't help but glance at him only to find his dark eyes on your as well. something about the man's cutting gaze made you shy and you looked away quickly. digging in your backpack to avoid looking at him.

"i...wanted to give you this," you said. pulling out your assignment and handing it to taerae.

he looked at it for a second and then undersood. "oh, you want me to hand it in for you?" he seemed like he wasn't thrilled about the idea, so you turned your full attention to him, slipping your hand casually onto the table and placing your fingers lightly over his. he looked up at your in surprise at the tough, and you blinked your eyes at him quickly.

"please?" you asked him sweetly, letting your lips pout into a tiny frown as you did so. he swallowed and looked away.

"y-yeah sure," he murmured, a tiny blush on his soft cheeks as he took the assignment from you and tucked it into his notebook. your eyes glanced to his friend again and you caught him smirking and looking slightly impressed at your actions as you slowly retracted your hand from taerae's, trying to keep yourself from blushing under his gaze.

"thank you" you said, smiling.

"of course y/n-ie"

after class, you were still at the cafe, scrolling through your phone and ignoring the paper you were attempting to write. taerae shuffled back into the shop, looking annoyed.

"hey," you greeted him, setting your phone down. "what's up?"

"the professor assigned more work today. and i don't think i did the first one right anyway. i'm not getting this class," he mumbled, pouting.

"let me see." he passed you the notes and you pursed your lips. "i guess i could help." i remember this from last semester."

he perked up. "really?? do you want to come over and go over it with me this evening?"

he was cute. you smiled to yourself. "yeah, sure bub" you said.

he blinked at the affectionate name and then looked down shyl. he suddenly seemed to remember something. "oh yeah- um. i have six roommates so. sometimes my house is a little loud," he told you, cringing.

"well i live in a tiny apartment on campus and my roommate is literally crazy. so whatever you've got can't be that bad." you looked at him for a moment, remembering how flustered his friend had made you earlier. "hey that guy from this afternoon...."

"oh matthew? he's one of my roommates! he said you were cute when we left," he said wiggling his eyebrows at you. you felt yourself blush immediately and taerae burst into giggles at the sight. then he frowned, "i think you're cute too," he pouted.

you scoffed, your blush immediately fading. "you don't get to call me cute, you're the cute one" you told him, winking. now it was his turn to blush.

"w-wait you think i'm cute?" he asked, his eyes wide.

adorable, you thought. "whatever. text me your address." you said, right before trying to refocus on whatever you were just working on.

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elektramustdie · 4 months

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take it

WARNINGS - daddy kink ??? unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy ) dacryphila?? rough sex. brendon urie mentioned.

You were at the underground a bar, watching your boyfriend Mikey perform. You sat alone at the bar, sipping on something sweet and fizzy the bartender made you, on the house.

Someone approached you, introducing himself as Brendon, He didn't leave when you mentioned you had a boyfriend, but he didn't make any moves on you either, he was just speaking to you, so you didn't feel concerned about it.

The only rule you and Mikey had about hanging out with other people is as long as they're not into you, it's totally fine. Because usually, Mikey is a pretty level headed guy, especially when it comes to you. He loves you, and trusts that you love him, and only him.

However, there are a few people that push Mikey’s buttons just by existing. You knew about Ryan Ross but who you didn't know about was Brendon Urie lead singer of Panic! at the disco another band that frequents gigs at The Underground. And an pain in Mikey’s ass.

And now, he was leaning against the bar talking to you while Mikey played the rest of his show.

And Mikey was getting pissed off.

He didn't like the idea of this guy talking to you, but what he really hated was that this guy was using you to get a rise out of him, and worse yet, it was fucking working. Mikey’s neck was getting hot, and he'd long lost his usual grin. Instead, it was replaced with a tight scowl, a really annoyed grimace that probably would've signalled something was wrong if you would just look at Mikey.

But no, you were talking with Brendon, sipping on your drink. He could tell from there that you weren't doing anything wrong at all. You saw the best in people, and if you had said you weren't interested, you would trust the other person to take that as an answer. But Mikey knew better. Mikey knew that Brendon wasn't just trying to make a new friend, he was trying to ruin Mikey’s night.

By the time you realized you were in trouble, it was far too late. Mikey had already decided that you needed to be taught a lesson.

And once you're in hell, only the devil can get you out.

You noticed Mikey’s grimace, and put two and two together when you saw your new friend waving at Mikey, smug smile on his face.

"Do you know Mikes?" you asked, growing suspicious.

"Oh yeah," he said, making sure Mikey was looking at him before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "We go way back."

You reacted quickly, getting out of your chair and smacking that guys hand away from you. You were clearly telling him off, but Mikey just wished you would get away from that guy.

Mikey, still not angry with you, was fuming. Brendon had touched you. He touched you without your permission, and you felt uncomfortable, Mikey could see that. The music turned aggressive, and his bandmates could see the scene unfolding in front of them, and they didn't know what was going to happen.

After cutting the song short, Gerard announced their set was over.

The band looked at each other questioningly, as there was still supposed to be another few songs, but they wrapped up anyway, unplugging their instruments and beginning to disassemble. Mikey threw the van keys to Frank, and didn't say a word as he rushed over to 'save' you.

You met Mikey halfway, trying to assure him that you didn't do anything. Brendon was behind you smirking at the damage he'd done to Mikey’s mood.

"Baby," he cooed, rubbing your arms. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at him." Mikey nodded over to Brendon, and followed up by flipping him off. "Go over with Gerard, okay? I wouldn't trust this guy near your drink." Mikey plucked the beverage out of your hands, and while he doubted that Brendon did anything to it, he just wasn't willing to risk it.

Mikey stormed over to Brendon, and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

"If you ever lay your hands on her again, I will kill you. Do you understand that? I will killyou."

"Death threats? Mikey, don't you think you're being a little dramatic? She was totally into it."

"If you interpret recoiling as into it, you're a predator." Mikey had to get out of here before he did something he would regret. Before he got the band barred from the only place they could find to play. "Stay away from us."

"Whatever, nerd."

Mikey let go of Brendon’s shirt, turning on his heel and focusing on just getting back to you and calming down. Was he mad? Jealous? Pissed off? Yes, yes, and yes.

"Mikey?" you asked, as he approached you, but he didn't answer, just grabbed your hand and pulled you close, closing the gap between you and laying a big, fat kiss on you in front of everyone. You melted into him, not really caring who saw. Mikey loved pda, always had, loved showing everyone that you were his, and he was yours.

His hands wrapped around your waist, holding you as he leaned into you, bending your back and forcing your chest into his. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, taking in the intoxicating smell of him. Mikey, sweat covered and sexy.

"Mikes," you mumbled against his mouth, "let's pack up and just get out of here," you said, pulling away from him finally.

"Yeah," he agreed, "good idea."

And you could see the fire in his eyes. You could feel the way he tried to push into you. You were in trouble, but you weren't scared, you were excited.

"Are you ready to help us pack up?" Ray asked, "or would you just like us to watch you make out some more."

"No one was forcing you to watch," Mikey said, his tone level and casual. None of his usual joking manner. "I'll bring the van around."

Mikey pulled you behind him. He wouldn't be letting you alone with that guy fucking lurking around. You were guided out the back door, and through the dark parking lot behind the bar. Mikey always parked in the same corner, far enough away from the door where he could secure a quick deal or two during his shows.

Even through the rage, you thought he was being a perfect gentleman by opening the passenger side door for you, but you should've known better. In this mood, you should've expected him to be dirty, dirty, dirty...

When you moved to get in, he pushed you down, bending you over the seat. With your ass in the air, he lifted your skirt and pulled your panties down to your knees, immediately smacking your ass three fast times. It stung, the sudden intrusion of pain was a delightful surprise. He groped your ass for a second, mumbling something about it being his.

"I fucking love this ass," he muttered, sliding his fingers down through your already soaking wet folds. "And this pussy."

Two rough fingers found your clit, rubbing small, quick circles around the little bud.

"I need to get you home," he said, plunging those fingers inside you. "Like, right now."

"We should h-help pack up," you said, only to be met with another smack on your ass from his free hand. He wasn't holding you down, you could've easily asked him to stop and he would've. But you didn't want to. And he knew that.

"Just need a minute," he said, falling to his knees. The concret scraped his knees, but he didn't care. He needed this to calm down. Then he could go pack up and get you home and deal with the rest of his frustrations. "Jus' a little taste," he whispered, leaning forward and diving into your pussy like it was the cure to all his problems. Which it kind of was, honestly.

One hand was gripping your thigh, right where it met your ass, holding it open so he could lick, and suck and just taste you. The other hand, slid around you to rub slow circles on your clit again, but not enough to get you off. He didn't want to overwhelm you already, and he definitely didn't want you to cum yet.

“mikey," you moaned, biting your hand to keep quiet. "They're waiting for us."

"Don't care," he mumbled, continuing to eat you out, right there in the parking lot. It wouldn't be the first time you'd done something here in the parking lot, but it was the first time where you weren't hidden inside the van.

"Mikey," you moaned, as he licked up your slit and dipped into your tight little hole with his tongue, before pulling away entirely, letting the cool breeze blow across your wet centre, and you whined, wishing he would continue. He laughed, leaving your clit behind to grip both your ass cheeks in his calloused hands, the rough fingers felt amazing against your soft skin. He bit one of your ass cheeks, and kissed the other. And then slapped both at the same time.

And you got ready for him to fuck you. But instead he tucked his erection into the band of his jeans, and pulled your panties back up. He fixed your skirt, and then guided you to sit in the van.

"You're so good," he mused, his bad mood already lessening. "So beautiful."

You blushed, suddenly bashful about what he'd done.

"Now let's get the fuck out of here," he said, closing the passenger door and rushing around to the front. He drove to the otherside of the lot, completely unfazed by his voyeuristic tendencies.

The guys were already moving stuff outside, and leaving it by the backdoor.

"We were afraid to come over there," Frank joked, loading stuff into the back. He found it even funnier when he caught the blush creeping over your neck and cheeks. He didn't say anything else about it. But he knew that there was some truth to it all.

"Just hurry up," Mikey said, impatience catching up with him. "I'm in a bad mood, I just fucking hate that guy."

"Yeah, that guy is a dick." Gerard shook his head. "But it's not like she would've let him do anything."

"Obviously," he muttered, and closed the back of the door. "It pisses me off that he would even try to use her like that though, like she's less of a person. It's just, it's gross."

"It is gross," he agreed. "Well, we're out of here. I think we will catch a ride with Ray. You seem, uh... busy."

"I think that's for the best."

The drive home was silent, except for the radio playing quietly between you. Mikey’s hand gripped your thigh, tightly, possessively. He was thinking of all the ways he was going to fuck you. All the ways he was going to make you cum. All over his face, his cock, his fingers. He couldn't think about anything else. He loathed the idea that Brendon probably thought he could get with you. It made it him fucking furious. The more he stewed about it, the more angry he got.

It was time to remind you that there was no one on Earth that could fuck you like he can.

He trusted you fully, but he was going to remind you anyway.

"Mikey?" you asked, "Are you sure you're not mad at me?"

"I'm sure, my love." He traded his grip on your thigh for your hand, which he brought to his lips to place several chaste kisses to your knuckles. It was sweet how much you cared about his feelings, and boundaries. "I just need to make sure you're properly fucked. I've been fucking you softly lately, and I love that," he smiled, and you were blushing, the topic of conversation making you bashful, "but it's time for Daddy to really fuck your brains out."

"Mikey!"

"Time to make my princess cum again and again," he continued, "until you're screaming and begging me to stop." He continued to kiss your hand as he spoke, "but you won't want me to stop, not really."

"Don't be dirty," you whispered, shy about the way he was speaking to you. But you loved it. You were soaking wet, clenching your thighs together, thinking about all the ways Mikey would have you. All the ways you would totally and fully give yourself to him.

“Oh baby," he cooed, "tonight we will be filthy, and I think," he let go of your hand, "I'll start now."

And with that he slipped his hand between your thighs, pushing them open. He wasted no time in grabbing your panties, yanking them over to the side and slipping his fingers between your folds.

“So fucking wet," he moaned, slipping a finger inside you, "and so fucking tight." He groaned, taking the finger out and popping it into his mouth. "And sweet."

You were breathing heavily, so turned on by how Mikey was acting. He'd dominated you before, but this was different. Like he was trying to prove something. He was trying to prove to himself that he was the right one for you, that he was the one you wanted and needed.

"I want you to be good for me tonight," he said, moving back between your legs and fingering you again. This time with two thick fingers, and his thumb on your clit. He knew everything by feel, his eyes never left the road. He knew where to touch, and what to do to please you. "Just do what I say and you'll be rewarded."

"Okay," you whispered, speechless at what was going on. You pulled your knee up onto the passenger side door to give him more access to you. To let him in deeper.

“Good girl," he cooed, "off to a good start."

He removed his hand again, and you whined at the loss of contact, but he shut you up by sticking his fingers into your mouth. "Taste that, honey? It's my favourite thing in the world." He kept his fingers in your mouth for a moment, until he felt your tongue swirl around the digits. "You're gunna suck my cock as soon as we get inside your house, and you're not gunna stop until I tell you to stop."

You nodded, and he pulled his fingers out, returning to gripping your thigh like at the start. You were throbbing, thinking 'please touch me again,' over and over and over in your head until you were sure he knew what you were thinking, because his smug smirk returned.

"Look at you, fucking begging for it, looking at me like that isn't gunna be enough, doll. You're not calling the shots tonight."

“Can I suck your cock now?" you asked, and he smiled.

"No," he said. "Keep your hands to yourself."

And suddenly your hands were magnets, and he was what they were attracted to. You wanted to touch him, to play with his hair, or his jacket. Touch his thighs, or any piece of exposed skin you could find. You needed him. You wanted him to be inside you, anyway possible. The lay restlessly on your lap, just keening to touch him.

You clenched your thighs together again, and Mikey tutted at you. "Don't do that, your pleasure is all for me tonight."

"Mikey..." you whined, hiking your leg up higher, trying to entice him to return to his work between your legs. But he didn't budge, just smirked as you whined and writhed in his passenger seat. He loved it like this, he liked how fucking feral you got for him.

And he especially loved how smug it made him when one of the guys sat in that seat, knowing all the dirty things he'd done to you in this van.

He killed the engine, parking crooked in your driveway. No one was home, it was a recipe for a perfect night.

"Don't even have to be quiet," he mused, "you're really in for it, pretty girl."

And you were quick to exit the van, and excitedly head into the house. You were only a few steps in, leaning on the wall and trying to kick your shoes off when Mikey slammed the front door, grabbing your hand and turning you back around to him.

“I said 'as soon as we get inside'," and he pulled you down until you feel on your knees. "I didn't say take anything off."

He pushed your face into his bulge, the jean rubbing against your cheek, and the zipper cold on your nose.

You undid his belt above you, fumbling because you couldn't really see it. You pulled it through the loops, and he grabbed it from you before you could discard it.

"Take my pants off," he muttered, letting go of your hair. And you obeyed, tongue tied and soaking wet. Throbbing in your panties. Mikey had never been like this. And you wanted more. You wanted more than you knew.

While you worked on his jeans, he wrapped the belt around your neck. Not to choke you, but to hold it there, as if it was a promise. A promise to keep you in line. You sucked your lip into your mouth, salivating at the sight of his dick springing to life, free from the confines of his ripped jeans. His sexy, sexy ripped jeans.

You started teasingly, licking the underside of his dick slowly, but he yanked the belt, causing it to tighten ever so slightly. "I said, suck my dick!" he raised his voice, annoyed that he had to repeat himself a third time.

You whimpered, putting the tip in your mouth, and he thrusted into your mouth, forcing himself into your throat as you choked and gagged.

"If you want to stop at any point just tap twice or say red," he said, a softer tone taking over for a moment, he pulled back a bit, making you look up at him, "tap twice now if you understand."

You tapped his leg twice, and then you gagged on his dick as he thrusted it down your throat again. "Good girl," he muttered, dick twitching at the view he had. Belt wrapped around your throat like a leash, tears filling your eyes and his dick hit the back of your throat. You didn't even have to move, because Mikey couldn't control himself from grabbing your hair, and guiding you to suck his dick exactly how he wanted it.

Mikey was fucking your face, a foot from the front door. If anyone came onto the porch they'd hear the wet squelching of Mikey thrusting into your mouth, or the coughing caused by the intrusion.

"That's fucking unreal, princess," he muttered, throwing his head back and his continued gripping your hair by the roots, moving your head up and down on his thick cock. "You take daddy so well."

Your hands gripped his thighs, trying to ignore the painful throbbing of your ignored pussy, while Mikey takes his pleasure. "You look so pretty like this," he said, returning his attention to you. Tears made their escape down your cheeks, dragging your mascara with them.

He gave the belt some slack, and you backed off of him, sucking in a few big gulps of air.

"I didn't know you could take it so good, baby," he cooed, "Daddy's good little slut."

You nodded eagerly, not sure if you were allowed to talk or not. You leaned forward to take him back in your mouth, doing everything you had been before, but without Mikey’s guiding hand, you did it yourself, shoving his cock to the back of your throat where you coughed and gagged around him.

His groans were delightful. Mikey moans were music, filling you up with pride and desire. You pulled away again for some more air, and he looked at you with a devilish smirk.

"Come up here," he said, yanking on the belt, forcing you back to your feet.

The belt dangled when he let it go, and he just looked at you for a second. Your hair was messy, cheeks covered in wet makeup, puffy lips, belt hanging loosely around your neck, and glossy eyes that made Mikey swoon, for just a moment. And then he smirked, rubbing his thumbs across your cheek, trying to remove some of the mascara, but he just smudged it more. He smiled.

"Did you like that?" he asked, wanting to make sure you were liking this otherside of him. You nodded. "Why don't you bend over that couch over there? Hmm? Show me that ass i love so much."

You did as he asked, bending yourself over the armrest of the couch. Irritated by all the clothes still on, but Mikey said not to take anything off, and you wanted to be his good girl. Even your sneakers were still on.

You looked behind at him, and he had taken all his clothes off, and was roughly palming his cock in his hand. One finger looped around your panties, yanking them down your legs and off, landing somewhere on the floor. He winked at you, making you blush. He gripped your ass tightly.

He spread you open, he slides his cock down to the wet, sopping hole of your pussy, testing the readiness of it by slipping the tip in. Your pussy basically sucked him in, begging him to give it to you. "So fucking wet and ready baby, so fucking good for me."

Instead of fucking you like you desperately needed, he just popped the tip in and out a couple times, spreading your wetness down to your clit and up to your ass.

And then he was lined up to your pussy again, holding himself at your hole, and you whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him, glossy eyes begging for him.

"Why so quiet, princess? I want to hear you," he said, moving his cock down to your clit again, and then right back up to your centre.

"Please," you begged, voice breaking with anticipation.

"Please what?"

"Please... please fuck me Daddy," you begged, "please fuck me, I've been so good, I want it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" you begged.

And in one swift movement he grabbed the belt again, yanking it tight, constricting your throat just enough for you to feel the threat of choking, and also thrusting himself fully inside you. You screamed at the sudden invasion, but it felt so fucking good. The belt slightly constricting you, forcing your head back, and Mikey suddenly balls deep inside you made you scream you loved it so much. His other hand gripped your ass, the skirt bunching up in his palm.

Like how he treated your face, he was roughly fucking into you, each pump going all the way out before slamming back in. Each move was calculated, your head being forced back felt... so fucking good. He slapped your ass, flipping your skirt up.

You muttered unintelligible syllables, just grunts and moans as he took all of you.

You were taking him so well, your pussy was gripping him so tightly. Fuck, Mikey couldn't take it, but he didn't want to cum yet. Didn't want it to end.

You were breathing heavy, getting close to finishing, and Mikey could feel it. He knew the signs of your orgasm, and right when you were about to fall off that edge, he stopped entirely, pulling out and letting your orgasm shatter to pieces, not giving you any sense of relief. Instead, you were left with a painful thump in your clit.

Mikey touched it slowly and softly, giving nowhere near enough to coax you back to your orgasm, but enough to soothe the throbbing of neglect your poor pussy felt.

You whined, trying to push yourself back on him, and it made him chuckle. You looked so desperate for him. You wanted him. And Mikey finally got back his confidence that he was the only one for you. A fact you'd never doubted.

He loosened the belt, taking it off completely, and flipped you over, so you were standing again, leaning back against the couch. He moved your hair out of the way to make sure he didn't do any damage, and he didn't. It was just a little red, with a few small marks where the edges had rubbed into you. But he'd never pulled it tight enough to hurt you.

And then his movements were caring, just for a moment, just enough time to slide off your skirt, and then your shirt and bra. He slowly undressed you, stroking his cock slowly. He worshipped your body, hands dragging slowly across all newly exposed skin.

"So fucking pretty, baby," he said, "and you take it so well, who knew you had this kind of ... perseverance?"

"I want to cum," you pouted, "and I want you to fuck me full."

Mikey’s eyes widened at your words, and his usual cheeky grin returned. "Oh, baby, you don't even know what you're asking for," he groaned, biting his bottom look as he took in your disheveled appearance.

"Yes, I do," you challenged, "please?"

And he pushed you back, letting you fall onto the couch cushions. And you crawled backwards as he climbed over the couch, stalking up your body like you were his prey.

He wedged himself in between your thighs, lining him up with your pussy and shoving it back in, hitting every part of you. He stayed still inside you, every inch of him covered with you. And he kissed you. He kissed you with his tongue, teeth, with his hands. He was all over you, covering every sense and taking the attention of all your thoughts.

"I love you," he muttered, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," you whispered.

"Good," he smirked, "now take it."

And he was thrusting into you like he didn't love you at all. Hitting every part of you that was only for him to hit. Each slap of his hips hitting into your thighs it hurt, but only in the most pleasurable way. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him, trying to somehow bring him in harder, deeper.

One hand by your head, holding him up, the other latching around your throat as he kissed you, all tongues and sloppy. the only sounds being the squelching of your painfully wet pussy and your tiny whimpers, being lost in his mouth.

"I want you to cum," he said, pulling himself away from your mouth, keeping his eyes locked onto your as you moaned under him, breathless and sweaty. "Now, I want you to cum now," he said, angling himself differently, and thrusting harder, hitting you in a spot that made you feel like you were gunna explode.

You were going to explode, especially when he ordered, "touch yourself, make yourself cum."

Like a good girl, you rubbed small circles over your clit, helping him bring yourself back to that ledge you so desperately wanted to jump off.

Your walls tightened around him, and it was different. It was different than every other time. You were chanting his name, moaning "Mikey," over and over until you came, screaming his name and feeling elecricity down to your toes. Every part of you was on fire, and your muscles tightened, pulling him in closer while you squirted, for the very first time, soaking Mikey and the couch, pushing him out of your pussy.

He moved quickly, putting two fingers roughly inside you and moving them with ferocity as he coaxed you through the biggest orgasm you'd ever had. You screamed, loudly, honestly worrying Mikey that the neighbours would hear, so he clamped another hand over your mouth, keeping the noise contained. Your muffled screams just coaxed him to an orgasm on their own, he was sure of it.

He had been close to his climax, but this new change of events was okay with him. He could've cum just from knowing how well he satisfied you.

Your heavy breathing continued for a minute, and in a cock drunk state you looked at him, smiling stupidly while he just watched you, still softly fingering you, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

"I made you squirt," he said, stupid, goofy grin all over his face. He continued stroking his fingers in you.

"You didn't cum," you pouted, looking at his still rock hard cock.

"Guess we'll have to just start all over again, pretty girl, but why don't we get you some water first."

And before you understood what was happening, two were standing in the kitchen, Mikey bending you over the counter and slipping his cock back inside you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close, and to get his fingers back on you clit. Your back pressed into his chest, and he pumped into you slowly.

"More," you muttered, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Hmm," he mused, grinning down at the sight of your ass slapping against his abdomen. "I don't know if you can take it..."

"I can," you whined, trying to fuck yourself harder on his cock, but his arms restricted you, not letting you take what you wanted.

“Tell me you can take it," he said, "convince me that you can take it."

And you wriggled free of his grip, climbing onto the counter and laying on your back. Mikey watched with a grin on his face, as you spread your legs wide for him, angling yourself at the perfect height for him to ravage you again. He took his place between your thighs, and rubbed himself up and down on your pussy.

"I can take it," you promised, "I want you to fuck me like you hate me, daddy."

"Is that what you want?" he asked, continuing to slide his tip through your juices, leaving a trail down to your ass. He popped the tip into your pussy, pulling it out almost immediately.

"Please," you whined, "please fuck me, I can take it. I love it, I want you to hurt me. I want you to fuck me until you fuck me full of your cum. I want you to take it all out on me," you begged, staring straight into his eyes.

“Dirty girl," he said. He loved when you broke out of your shell. When you could talk about all your dirty desires with him. "Let's go to bed," he said, wicked smile ever present. "I want to ruin you on those cute pink sheets of yours."

#smut fic #emo #mcr #my chemical romance #x reader smut #mikey fucking way #mikey way x reader smut #mikey way

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Ma Neteyam pt.8

Part 7, Part 9

Summary: Lo'ak has a knack for kicking up trouble.

Warnings: swearing, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, sexual tension, power imbalance, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, violence, alchohol consumption

“To virginity,” Vamai raised the wooden cup high in the air. “Who needs it anyways?” She laughed before clicking her cup against Neteyam’s. He rolled his eyes at her obvious smugness concerning the topic. Ever since he was let out of the tent this morning she had been acting as if she were an infamous matchmaker that had made the whole thing happen.

The Sully boy figured there were times when it was simply best to just let the girl have her fun. Fighting against her ideas would only result in a headache.

He tried to imitate the other omega who was drowning half the liquid in one go, but the taste was more bitter than he expected. His eyes squinted shut as he forced himself to swallow the alcohol. Neteyam had only tried inhibiting substance once earlier that year at a festival. He was only allowed one glass and although it was strange, he didn’t remember it burning his throat as much as this concoction.

“It’s awful!” He sputtered out. Vamai’s laughter picked up, studying the pained expression across her friend’s face.

“It’s just rich from being marinated for so long. Have you even had alcohol before, Nete?” Her mocking words made Neteyam glare back at the girl. He didn’t like that way her assumptions made him feel exposed as they were usually pretty close to the truth.

“For your information, I have.” No need to tell her it was only one drink.

Shifting to her knees, Vamai raised her eyebrows in a way that told Neteyam she considered him ‘a delicate little flower’. Her words, not his own. While the teasing did get to the omega at times, he couldn’t deny how much her company meant to him. He needed a break from overprotective alphas that bossed him around day in and day out, even if one alpha in particular made him cum till he could barely remember his own name.

“What was Kxolo talking about last night, anyways?” Her confident composure slipped for a moment as Neteyam intently stared her down.

“I didn’t think you would remember that with the way you were unable to string together a sentence.” Vamai tried to smirk back, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Come on! Who am I going to tell anyways?” He held his hand up in surrender. Neteyam felt silly for wanting gossip so badly but he was quickly tiring of only talking about his complicated relationship with the Olo’eyktan.

“Well I guess that is true since your boyfriend seems to already know.” Vamai pinched her chin, feigning a thoughtful look.

“Yeah and how is that fair? Why did he get to know before me?”

“Trust me, Neteyam. I had no intention of letting my Olo’eyktan find out about my sexual relationships. I still haven’t figured out how he knew. That man can be scary sometimes. I swear he has eyes in the back of his head!” Vamai dramatically whipped a hand through the water in frustration.

“You’re telling me.” Neteyam muttered under his breath. “Hold on a sec, can we touch back on the sexual relationship part of that? You and Epok have been…you know..” The omega trailed off, not sure how to phrase it.

“Great Mother, Neteyam! You lost your virginity last night and you still have a hard time saying the word sex.” Her messy hair blew in the wind as the girl continued to giggle uncontrollably. Neteyam’s jaw clenched at the scene.

“Stop deflecting!” He accused, taking another swig of the nasty liquid. Vamai scoffed as she watched Neteyam struggle to get down another gulp.

“Yes, Neteyam. Epok has been fucking me.” Neteyam choked on his wine at the blunt language. “How else do you think we got this alcohol?” Vamai sat back comfortably, arms resting on her propped knee. Her gleaming eyes sparkled with amusement.

“So then you guys are like…together?” The boy questioned, setting his cup down for good with a grimace.

“It’s called friends with benefits, Nete.” She threw her head back to finish off the last of the dark drink, silently wishing she had asked for more to split between the two. One cup was never enough to get her tipsy. “He has needs and so do I. Conveniently they compliment each other quite well, so at the end of the day everyone wins.”

Neteyam was familiar with the term, having heard a conversation between Lo’ak and one his other alpha friends about it. He didn’t get much out of it before Lo’ak was shooing him away, but he knew the basics.

“Oh well, I guess that’s nice then.” His fingers drummed against his crossed legs.

“Well it’s more than nice, silly boy.” She kicked her foot against his knee teasingly. “But yes, it works well. He is a beta so I don’t have to worry as much about jealousy and being bossed around. And meanwhile, he gets the best ride of his life.” She confidently tossed her hair over one shoulder.

“And you are sure you’re ju-”

“Mystery solved!” The booming voice from behind,startled both omegas into whipping around drastically. Kxolo strode confidently in their direction from the other side of the lake.

“Shit! It’s Olo’eyktan.” Vamai panicked, looking for a place to hide the cup. “Destroy the evidence!” She whispered harshly at Neteyam. He chucked the cup and liquid into the nearest bush without another thought. The two stood nervously as they watched Kxolo confidently approach.

“Now is the time to turn on your charm, Neteyam.” Vamai whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Butterflies swarmed in his stomach at the words.

“I don’t have a charm.” He urgently whispered. His eyes raked back and forth across the Olo’eyktan’s face to see if he was already angry.

“Well you better find it.” She gritted out before the male was in earshot.

“Olo’eyktan.” Vamai greeted respectfully, touching her forehead to sign ‘I see you’. “What a surprise. Neteyam was just talking about how much he misses you.”

“I know you two took the wine.” Kxolo cut in, crossing his arms over his chest. Towering over the two in a wide stance, Neteyam couldn’t help but shrivel a little. His mind scrambled uselessly to find a way out of trouble.

“What? Wine? Didn’t know you were missing any, but we will keep an eye out for it. Won’t we, Neteyam?” A firm look to the other omega, had Neteyam nodding his head.

“Don’t bother, I could see you drinking from the other side and Neteyam is already about to topple over.” The boy furrowed his eyebrows, about to defend his sober state but one look down made him realize he was in fact swaying from side to side wobbly. When did he get tipsy?

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” Kxolo chuckled, giving an amused shake to his head. “This time.” he added and Vamai’s smile dropped.

“Sorry Olo’eyktan.” She mumbled, toes kicking against stray rocks. Neteyam watched her kick at a purple little rock, admiring the beautiful shade. It took him a minute to realize that all eyes were on him. His head whipped back and forth between the two.

“Oh! Sorry.” He squeaked nervously. A fond grin spread across the alpha’s face, seemingly less upset.

“Come on, naughty boy.” Kxolo’s voice was laced with amusement as he slipped three fingers around Neteyam’s loincloth strap and used it to tug the boy towards him. Neteyam stumbled and shuffled until he fell against the male’s warm chest. “Time to get ready for bed.”

Kxolo repositioned the omega until he was standing properly and tucked into his side safely. The boy couldn’t help but lean eagerly into the larger form, taking in the alluring scent of his mate. The three walked back together as Vamai rambled on about her favorite drinking stories she had heard. Kxolo could barely register a word she said as he continued to peek down at the sweet omega clinging to him. A warm feeling settled in his chest, content that his whole world was finally by his side.

The rumbled breathing beneath Neteyam’s ear had him slumbering effortlessly. As always, Neteyam was curled sweetly around the larger male, cocooned safely by muscular arms holding him against the Olo’eyktan’s heaving chest. The familiar musky scent had made it easier for the omega to drift off night after night as he grew to associate the smell with being coddled in Kxolo’s arms.

“Olo’eyktan!” The earnest voice cut through the tent to awaken both males. Kxolo immediately pulled Neteyam flush against his body, ready to shield him from harm. His growls died down as he recognized the form at the entrance of their tent as one of the alpha warriors currently on watch. “Sign of Sky People just outside the village. Perhaps a whole squad of them!”

Neteyam could feel his heart lurch into his throat, his father’s war stories instantly coming to surface in his head. Kxolo was quick to react, jumping from the ground to secure a long knife in its sheath across his chest along with his bow and arrows swung over the expanse.

Even with only the dim light coming through between the tent flaps, he could see the stone cold concentration masking his mate’s face. No signs of sleep were present in those eyes as Kxolo went from zero to one hundred in under a minute.

“Neteyam.” The unyielding voice bit out harshly. “Stay. Here.” There was no room for arguing. Kxolo disappeared before the omega could utter a word.

His heart hammered against his ribs, mind swirling in a whirlpool of thought. He wanted to go and fight, but there were no weapons for him here. He was sure even if he tried, Kxolo would have him off onto the sidelines in a matter of seconds.

Who would he be though if he didn’t at least try?

“Bro.” Neteyam practically jumped out of his skin at the voice. He swiped his body around to face the enemy head on, hands already clenched into fists.

Golden eyes stopped him in his tracks. It was like seeing a ghost.

“Lo’ak?” Crouching at the entrance of the tent, covered in battle stripes of red and orange was Lo’ak. Neteyam wasted no time in pulling the younger alpha into the tent.

Their bodies clashed together into a messy hug as Neteyam’s mind ran at a million miles per hour trying to figure out if he was hallucinating.

“Who else would it be, bro?” Lo’ak chuckled, but tears were already gathering in his eyes. He breathed in his older brother’s familiar scent. He wanted to bask in the moment, ask Neteyam one hundred questions but they were already on borrowed time.

The two pulled away, Neteyam’s pupils blown wide. A rush of emotion coalesced together into a muddled mess. Fear of the Sky People, relief at seeing his brother, anxiety towards what would happen if Lo’ak was caught; they all formed into a wave on the brink of consuming Neteyam.

“What are you doing here? It’s not safe. Sky People are just outside the village.” His eyes flashed uneasily around their surroundings to make sure no one had spotted them yet. He tilted his head in confusion as Lo’ak let out a deep chuckle with his head thrown back.

“I really have missed you, Neteyam.” The words dripped with fond amusement. “There aren’t any Sky People out there, bro.”

“How do you know?”

“Who do you know that has access to military and lab human equipment? Setting it up to look like a camp was almost too easy” Lo’ak’s arrogant smirk, made Neteyam's stomach twist as he realized what was really happening.

“Come on, we have to go before they realize it’s a set up.” Lo’ak eagerly tugged at his older brother’s arm to get him moving, but the omega pulled away.

“Wait bro, this is dangerous. If they find you here-”

“The family is a mess, Neteyam. Tuk misses you. She’s pissed at me for not filling in for you. Kiri spends most of her time at the healer’s tent. Mom and Dad are going crazy trying to find a way to bring you back home. You should’ve seen what Dad was like after your last visit.” Dread curled in Neteyam’s stomach. “This is our chance, but we have to go now!”

Guilt weighed down heavily on the omega at his younger brother’s words. His family was suffering without him and here he was purring under the neighboring Olo’eyktan. His heart yearned for the older male, but Neteyam couldn’t be selfish. Lo’ak was there risking his neck in order to help him escape, something Neteyam failed to do on his own.

It was time to evaluate his priorities.

He was the oldest so it was his job to look after his family.

He had to run, and it had to be now.

Contempt and self loathing began to mix together inside of him as Neteyam thought about how ridiculous he was being. He was falling for the enemy, the same man that tore him from his home. No amount of mental safeguarding had protected Neteyam from the inevitable, so there was only one shield left; to put as much distance as possible between himself and the alpha.

The village was eerily silent with only the occasional far-off commands being whispered. The fear of war hung heavy in the air. Families kept to themselves in their homes and hammocks. Only seasoned warriors jogged lightly towards the sight, ready for battle. Neteyam felt his lungs seize, knowing that the clan was in such a state just so that he could escape.

The two crawled along the forest floor, bodies shielded by the thick greenery surrounding them. Lo’ak promised his ikran was only a little ways outside the village at a lake. Neteyam tried not to think about all the memories he had at that lake.

Both of their ears perked on high alert at every shuffle and echoing voice that rang through the trees. The omega was unsure whether the energy running through his veins was adrenaline or anxiety. Either way, he was terrified of how this night could end.

When they finally made it to the edge of the lake, the two broke out into a sprint towards the ikran crouching in the bushes. They didn’t make it far before, Neteyam was yanking them to a halt. His heart skipped a beat.

Vamai’s pupils were blown wide, body stiff in the cool air. It felt unnatural to see her so still, so serious.

“Nete, w-what are you….and who-”

Neteyam was quick to close the distance between them and grasp the girl by the upper arms.

“Please don’t say anything Vamai! Just pretend you didn’t see us, I’m begging you.” He put all of his frantic energy into the plea, willing to cry if that’s what it took to get her to agree. Her eyes however were focused on the alpha standing behind him.

Lo’ak too watched her suspiciously, not sure what to make of the encounter but ready to step in at a moment's notice. Their eyes narrowed at one another, silent threats filling the air.

“Neteyam, go home before Kxolo realizes you are gone! Do you have any idea what he will do when he finds out that you are running away, again?!” Neteyam bristled at the warning but it was Lo’ak that jumped in.

“That asshole isn’t going to do anything if he knows what is good for him.” Lo’ak hissed between clenched teeth, already shifting Neteyam behind his taller form. Something ignited in Vamai that the omega had never witnessed in her before. The look of icy hot rage was foreign in the girl’s countenance.

“What did you just say about my Olo’eyktan?!” Warning bells rang in Neteyam’s mind as he watched Vamai’s tail go taunt and ears flick upwards at attention. Her voice was almost an octave lower with narrowed eyes that focused on Lo’ak with a lethal intensity.

Lo’ak being Lo’ak refused to step down, taking that question as a challenge instead of a warning. The competitive glint in his eyes was never far away even in dire situations like these.

“You mean the psycho that abducted my older brother?” Lo’ak gave his famous one-sided grin as arrogant confidence rolled off of him in waves. The comment had her crouching into a combative position, on the verge of brawling.

“You keep my Olo’eyktan’s name out of your mouth before I beat your ass right here, you mouth breathing branch eating warrior wannabe!” The words were venom on the girl’s tongue, only pushed further at the smug look Lo’ak maintained.

“I’m terrified.” Lo’ak mocked with a smirk as he stood tall with his arms crossed over his broad painted chest.

Neteyam quickly sandwiched himself between the two in order to stop Vamai from lunging at his brother. Every minute on the ground was one that could be spent increasing their odds of making it out undetected. He was too worried about his own ass beating to deal with their haughty attitudes.

“Vamai please just don’t say anything! I promise I will be careful.” Her gaze softened slightly at the anxious omega even though disapproval was still evident in her expression. She crossed her arms stubbornly and let out a sigh.

“I’m no snitch but-”

“Glad to hear it, let’s go.” Lo’ak cut in, quickly pushing Neteyam towards the awaiting ikran. Daggers shot out of Vamai’s eyes as she watched the two sprint towards the creature.

Neteyam struggled to keep up with his brother’s longer legs. He realized that the last time he truly ran was during his previous escape attempt. The muscles were taunt and sore, most likely a result of the pounding he had received the day before. Regardless, he pushed through and tried not to let the pain reflect in his expression.

“What about Azer?” Lo’ak questioned. His large hands fumbled to check the saddle was still properly in place.

“No time, besides they know what the call sounds like and where he is supposed to be so it would be a dead give away.”

“We’ll come back for him, bro.” Lo’ak promised with a comforting squeeze to the omega’s shoulder. The cloud of fear and anxiety overshadowed Neteyam’s focus on the creature so he simply nodded along and focused on what had to be done in the present.

Lo’ak took control of the situation, guiding Neteyam to sit behind him and grab on before they took off through the air. It felt weird to be on an ikran and yet have no control over how the creature moved. His fingers dug into his brother’s battle band as they made a quick ascent above the trees that made the omega slightly queasy.

His eyes frantically darted below them into the thick forest, searching for any signs that they had been spotted. The glowing bioluminescent wildlife did nothing to help the omega make out figures or ikran blanketed within the connected trees. Doubts plagued his mind. There was no saying when or how the group would figure out Neteyam was gone. No hints could point at whether or not they were already being pursued.

“Oh shit!” Lo’ak cursed.

The ikran spun on its axis as Lo’ak flipped them away from the other ikran biting back at them. Neteyam’s stomach lurched as they flipped backwards, his legs straining to clamp around the ikran in order to stay in place. Once upright, there was no time to take a look at who was now pursuing them as Lo’ak went straight into speeding in the other direction.

They whipped sharp zig zagged lines across the night sky in an effort to lose their stalker. The impending feel of being chased crawled across Neteyam’s skin, every turn questioning how close they still were. He finally dared to look back and the reality made his worries look like child’s play.

The person on their tail was only one of twenty ikrans speeding after them. Although none nearly as close as the first, many were picking up quickly. He recognized the structured formations, the same ones his father had taught him about when pursuing RDA or thieves in their territory. The comparison solidified the gravity of their situation in his mind.

“How’s it looking?” Lo’ak calls, eyes still faced forward in concentration.

“20 ikrans, maybe more. You’ve got some distance from the first one but we need some sort of magic trick to get them off our tail.” His neck strained from craning to see the advancing fleet from whatever direction they soared in relation.

“Just my specialty.” Lo’ak shot a grin back at the boy that made the familiar nervous twist in Neteyam’s stomach return. It was always a gamble whether his brother’s stunts would bring them a great adventure or rather a cautionary tale.

His veins chilled to ice at the sudden drag of gravity. They shot straight towards the ground in a death defying beeline. The whip of wind was merciless against Neteyam’s unprotected eyes, forcing them to eventually close. Plunging now in darkness the omega was partially grateful he couldn’t see how close they were getting to sudden death. His nails dug into Lo’ak waistband till there were indents.

The impact was different than Neteyam expected. The sharpness of the movement did make his muscles ache but they were moving upwards again. He peek his eyes open to find them swerving through the trees at an incredible speed. Their movements were drastic and unyielding to any error. Looking behind, Neteyam found no one in his line of sight.

“I think you lost them.” He yelled over the whipping wind.

“Not yet.” Lo’ak disagreed as their speed picked up and the two raced towards a soaring mountain side.

“What are you doing?” Neteyam blanched at the sight of their distance to the hard rock rapidly closing in. Lo’ak shook his head as if his brother was being unreasonably worried.

“Just trust me, bro!” He laughed fondly.

They continued at an unseemly speed towards the vertical incline of the towering mountain. Neteyam instinctively gripped the ikran, willing it to slow down with his mind, but of course there was no tsaheylu connection. He was not in charge.

“Hold tight!” Lo’ak warned before they were turning on their side.

Their speed decelerated at the turn, but not enough. They were going to hit the mountain from the side. Lo’ak yanked and twisted, willing them into a strange position and that is when Neteyam noticed the large crack in the rock. Easily concealed in the dark shadows of night, but large enough to fit them.

They jolted and rocked harshly as Lo’ak willed them into that opening. The ikran used its sharp claws to dig into the rock and vines in order to hold them against the inside wall. The position made both males clench their legs tightly around the creature in order to keep from falling, but they were out of sight, and just in time.

The shrieking sound of air being split echoed through the opening as ikran after ikran whirred past them. Each passerby had Neteyam flinching. They clung to the ikran silently, only heavy breathing filling the air between them. They remained in that position till there was no sign of warriors for a couple minutes.

“Is that all of them?” Neteyam whispered.

“We will have to hope it is, can only stay here so long before they start looking for our hiding spot.” Lo’ak urged the ikran to crawl out of the space carefully before they were jumping off and soaring into the air again.

Hope began to sprout again as they continued to fly lowly without spotting a single ikran. Their diversion had successfully shot the group in the opposite direction of their destination. Lo’ak began to laugh triumphantly. The sound had a nervous laugh bubbling out of Neteyam, almost ready to believe they were in the clear.

“Who’s the mighty warrior now?” Lo’ak cheekily shot back at his older brother.

“Yeah yeah just shut up and try not to make us crash.” He reprimanded his brother’s cocky attitude but Neteyam couldn’t keep the smile from his own face. They were going to make it home!

He expected to feel allated, completely free and ecstatic at the news. However, there was a sharp tug on his heart, one that pulled him in the opposite direction back towards the other clan. Towards the arms that held him safely at night, shushing all of his worries away. Towards the deep laugh that had Neteyam smiling brightly no matter the context. Towards the arrogant relentless alpha that looked at Neteyam as if he were the whole world. His whole world.

He tried not to think about what it would be like to not feel that calming presence, or see that charming smile winking back at him, or be called baby boy for the hundredth time that day. Regardless, a small black hole was forming in his chest at the idea of losing all of that, of losing him.

It made Neteyam mad, no, it made him furious.

His mind and body was betraying him and if he wasn’t careful it would betray his family too. Stubborn rage boiled within him, as he looked ahead at the darkened horizon. There were two choices now. Neteyam figured he could either cry or channel those emotions into productive determined anger. He chose the latter.

Kxolo would have to carry him kicking, screaming, and fighting over his shoulder the whole way to get him back. He was ready to fight.

The attacking ikran came out of nowhere.

“NETEY-” The words were cut off by the sharp impacts against Neteyam’s ribs. The air was stolen from his lungs as his body continued to rolled from the thick branch back into the open air. Ikran cries could be heard from above, mingled with Lo’ak’s voice but the omega had no time to tune into what was occurring.

He focused his attention to the greenery below him, executing a sloppy but safe fall between the ginormous leaves. He hit the ground in a heap. Neteyam’s body shook from the aftermath. His eyes strained to focus and stop seeing in doubles. The omega concentrated on taking controlled breaths in through his nose and out his mouth.

The forest finally came into focus and Neteyam could feel where the pain was coming from. There was a gash along his rib cage, not too deep but still eliciting a stinging pain. His core ached as he sat himself up to inspect the damage. The red blood was visibly smeared along his torso, but the bleeding was only coming in small spurts. He dismissed the injury quickly at this realization.

The sound of flapping wings coming to a halt sent a rush through Neteyam. Without preamble, the omega quietly positioned his body underneath the giant upturned roots of the tree closest. There was just enough space between the tree and ground to hide himself from view.

“Neteyam!” Pulo’s gravelly voice had the omega’s breath hitching.

It was closer. So much closer than he had anticipated.

“I know you’re out there. Make both of our lives easier and show yourself so I don’t have to drag you out.” Neteyam didn’t heed the warning.

Lo’ak was out there somewhere. Getting caught now would foil all their plans.

Neteyam spent whatever energy he could spare on slowing his heart rate down, letting only small controlled exhales leave his nose. Pulo’s continued calls were only met with silence. It took several minutes before the alpha ventured in a different direction in pursuit of Neteyam. Still, the omega waited. His ears strained to follow those crunching footsteps until they were only a distant thrum encapsulated in the hum of the forest.

With shaky hands, Neteyam grasped the roots to pull himself out of the hole. He held in a hiss at the feel of the long cut scraping against the dirt. He would need to disinfect it soon, but that would have to wait till Lo’ak and him were back home.

His eyes sweeped the area around him in search of any hints towards Lo’ak’s location. Calling out for him would be too risky but they were already running out of time. All of a sudden, an abrupt yipping sound stopped him in his tracks. He imitated the sound back and sure enough a reply came exactly identical.

It was a call his mother had invented during emergencies so that they could know where the other family members were without outside personnel detecting them. The short sound blended in with the other birds calls of the night. He strained to hear the calls each time, concentrating on the direction from which they came. The process continued as Neteyam could hear it coming closer and closer. Lo’ak was sure to be just around the corner.

His string of thoughts cut short at the sight of the figure in the distance. Neteyam’s body stilled into a statue as his eyes accidentally met with Pulo’s. For a moment, neither moved. The world paused.

Then both moved into action. Neteyam’s legs pumped against the hard ground till his hips were screaming from the harsh recovery. He ignored every sharp pain and ache in his body, vigorously pushing himself across the forest floor as fast as possible. His gut twisted as he pondered the inevitability of the situation. Pulo was at least a foot taller with a stride that had Neteyam jogging beside his walk any day. No head start would shield him from the imminent capture that would take place once the distance was closed.

However, there was one strength Neteyam hadn’t exploited yet.

Never slowing down for a second, the omega flung his body towards the vines encircling the large tree. His body was easily flung upwards without a foot or hand staying in one spot for more than a second. The power from his legs shot him upwards, past the boy's normal reach, to grapple onto a higher set of veins and branches.

The climb was messy and uncalculated. Neteyam worked purely off of instinct, trusting his body to catch him, then find another place to grip or push from. Harsh textures from branches and twigs cut scratches into the omega’s smooth azure skin, but it never slowed him down.

Dejavu washed over him as Pulo climbed up after him at a quick pace. This time however, they were on equal playing fields. The thought brought another spark of hope, forcing more electric energy through his veins. He fed off of the adrenaline, using it to his advantage in every way possible.

Upon reaching another broad branch, Neteyam ran across it without hesitation till he could leap from that limb to one of another neighboring tree. This pattern continued hastily. Grip, push, shift, jump, switch. He moved through the forest lightly, as if gravity were simply a suggestion.

Neteyam’s lungs stretched and ached at the inconsistent intake of air. He tried to push the pain out of his head, instead using the grunts and calls from Pulo to motivate him forward. Overstimulated by the pulling forces of sounds, touch, and pain, his omega begged him to stop. His steam was unnaturally running out, yet another thing to thank his upcoming omega presentation for.

The insistent yips from Lo’ak became the only thing urging him forward, secluding his omega hindbrain to a locked box in his head. With great difficulty he began to sporadically return those calls, praying for some sort of intervention. Their ringing became clearer as the other brother followed them to the commotion.

Through mossy branches and leaves, Neteyam could finally spot his younger brother crouched in a tree, looking from side to side. A louder yip from him had the younger boy whipping his head to locate his brother. A look of relief crossed his features before they were replaced with anger. His nostrils flared at the sight of the older alpha climbing after Neteyam. It wasn’t until Pulo’s hand had finally grasped around the boy’s ankle and pulled him down that Lo’ak jumped into action.

As Neteyam struggled underneath the larger male, Lo’ak propelled himself to the scene using a hanging vine. His body swiftly jammed into Pulo’s side before using the momentum to roll the alpha off of Neteyam and the thick branch. Neteyam shuddered at the thumping sound of Pulo’s body hitting the branch below them, but nothing compared to the chills that shot through his body at the alpha’s aggravated growl.

Lo’ak was pulling him off the branch and onto his feet in seconds.

“Get your ass going, bro!” Lo’ak urged, whipping around to glower at the fallen alpha.

The two bolted across the length of the branch. Lo’ak’s ikran squealed in the distance ahead, beseeching them to the destination quickly. The pounding footsteps from Pulo behind now on route once more, echoed the rhythm of Neteyam’s own anxious heart. Today was not the day he wanted to see what the alpha was willing to do when angered.

They finally made it back to the forest floor in a tumble, no time for a smooth landing. Lo’ak had a firm grip on Neteyam’s arm, practically dragging him along. The omega struggled to keep up with his younger brother’s long strides, heels and toes skidding against rocks and roots that littered the ground.

His confidence began to burst as they closed in on the ikran. Pulo’s heated breaths were still in the distance. There would be just enough time to mount and take off. He pushed the shrubbery aside as the two began to mount.

Halfway mounted and ready to swing his left leg over, strong hands reached between the leaves and snatched at Neteyam’s hips. Pulled off the ikran before he had a chance to fight, the omega’s heart stopped as he tumbled back into a hard chest. The radiating scent of fury infiltrated his senses, but it was the familiar oak smell that had his hope dying in an instant.

Kxolo

Neteyam was caught between a whirlwind of blind primal relief and dark dread as those arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He didn’t need to know to see his face to know how the alpha was feeling. The tense arms with popping veins said enough. Even the alpha’s heart beating loudly against his back was ominous and forewarning with every mighty pound.

Lo’ak’s hiss was laced with venom as he jumped down from the ikran’s back. Kxolo manhandled Neteyam behind his large frame easily. The answering hiss that erupted from his chest washed over Neteyam in a dreadful wave of ice. The primal sound was cold death itself, a warning that rang through without mercy. An alpha that had been challenged. An alpha who was protecting his mate.

A cold sweat broke out along Neteyam’s neck as he realized where that anger was directed. To his horror, Loak matched the intensity. An impenetrable heat radiated between the two, an inevitable violence looming between them.

Neteyam desperately tried to swing or push past the alpha, but Kxolo’s movements were harsh and unforgiving as he was shoved back into place over and over. It was when Lo’ak withdrew his knife with a snarl, eyes shining with a look Neteyam recognized all too well, that Pulo interfered by snatching the omega away from the oncoming scene. He continued to fight against the new pair of arms with tooth and nail.

“Let him go.” The eerie simplicity to the statement was unlike Lo’ak. The heat curled and prickled at Neteyam’s skin. Lo’ak glowering eyes glowed in the night like a cusping fire, ready to burst into uncontrolled flames.

“You come into my land and steal my mate. Now is not the time to try my patience.” A lethal growl encased every word, the vibrations scratching at Neteyam’s hindbrain till it was begging him to submit.

“Seems only fair since you stole my brother, asshole!” Lo’ak lunged forward, knife sparkling in the colorful lights.

Neteyam felt as if his worst nightmares were being dangled in front of him as he watched Kxolo whip out of the way and prepare for another advance. He could feel the blood trickling out between his fingertips as his nails pierced into Pulo’s forearm. Pulo continued to shift and fight against Neteyam’s small frame as the boy anxiously thrashed in the hold.

Lo’ak’s anger was unleashed in every swiping and brass movement, but Kxolo was calculated. His reactions were abrupt and controlled as he fought off every advance Lo’ak made. Acute honed maneuvers had the knife out of Lo’ak’s left hand swiftly only to then receive the Sully boy’s signature right hand hook to the cheek.

A confusing progression of turns and pulls had Lo’ak flipping over his front to hit the ground harshly within seconds of making recovery from the hit. The omega tried to swing his own fist towards Pulo’s cheek, frantic to be released and view the damages. Luck was not on his side as his small balled fist was clamped in one hand and used to twist his straight arm behind his back and upwards till his body was forced into a vulnerable bend.

Now in worse state to oversee the brawl, Neteyam just barely caught a glimpse of Kxolo harshly pinning Lo’ak against a tree by a bruising grip on his shoulders. A gasp left his throat. A sob was already on the tip of his tongue at the terrifying sight, but nothing came after. He watched in awe as the two shot looks from the depths of fiery hell towards one another but neither moved. It wasn’t until Neteyam scanned the area around them that he understood why.

Somewhere in the haze of fighting, the rest of the party had arrived. Bows and arrows were strung and pointed at the pinned alpha from every direction, coupled with warning yips and calls. Tears welled in his eyes at the sight. Whispered pleas left his lips without permission, but they were swallowed by the tense mist around the scene.

Pulo urged him to stop moving as every twist and shuffle brought a sharp pain to the boy’s shoulder from the current position. He could barely make out Kxolo’s profile whispering something to his younger brother to which Lo’ak hissed back immediately. However, the alpha reluctantly surrendered the bow and arrows to the closest warrior before his wrists were tightly tied.

A new wave of anxiety rushed through Neteyam at the sight.

“Take him back to home tree.” Kxolo demanded before turning on his heel.

“No wait! Let him go!” Neteyam demanded through tears but the bustle of warriors moving into place drowned out the sound. His pleas fell onto deaf ears.

Pulo finally shifted the boy into an upright position against him as Kxolo menacingly stalked straight towards them. In any other scenario, Neteyam knew that the icy rage in those eyes and anger in the footsteps would have him shaking and promising to behave but Lo’ak’s well being distracted him from every personal fear he had.

“He’s bleeding.” Pulo informed.

“Let me see.” Pulo held the boy in place as Kxolo’s large hands grasped the boy's hips and focused eyes searched for the source of blood. A growled out curse left his lips at the sight of the dirt covered gash along Neteyam’s ribs.

The omega continued to kick and swerve away from the touches.

“I said let him go! Why are you taking him back to home tree?!” Neteyam screeched as his left leg kicked back at the towering Olo’eyktan. Kxolo ignored the kicks and questions, too engrossed in evaluating every cut and scratch that littered the omega’s body.

“He is just being held there till your parents come to bring him home, Neteyam. Calm down.” Pulo attempted to reassure him.

The web of worries quickly led to the reaction of their parents upon arrival. Neteyam could already imagine the infuriated expression his father would wear, riding in to pick up Lo’ak from perhaps the most devious stunt he had ever pulled. In Lo’ak’s current state, it was inevitable that the two would only feed one another’s anger. Neteyam was the voice of reason and submission in these scenarios.

“Stop moving.” Kxolo gritted out into a deep growl, as he struggled to wrap a long piece of fabric around the boy’s rib cage.

“Let me wait with him! I need to talk to my dad.” Kxolo’s shoulders tensed at the words, finally finishing the knot keeping the bandage in place.

His heart rate sped up again as Pulo swiftly released him and allowed Kxolo to gently pin him up against a tree, both wrists caught in one hand and pinned above him. He wiggled in the hold, but dead cold amber eyes stopped him. Staring upwards at the alpha’s furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw, Neteyam’s hindbrain screamed at him to submit and present. The possessive pheromones wafting over him were intoxicating and all consuming to the omega. He let out a nervous gulp as Kxolo looked down at him with those hard eyes before leaning down towards his right ear.

“You are in no position to be making demands right now, omega.” The dark tone vibrated through Neteyam’s body from head to toe. He couldn’t hold in the small whimper that escaped his lips at the title. Not baby boy, not little one, not my love. Omega.

He was in for it.

An invisible wire yanked Neteyam towards submissive tendencies, his primal hindbrain fighting to take control of the situation. He didn’t yield however, mentally digging his heels into the ground.

“I need to see my dad!” A firm grip to his jaw had Neteyam stilling in place.

Kxolo took a few weighted steps forward till their bodies were molded together, forcing the omega to crane his neck upwards in order to see him. The alpha crowded into Neteyam’s space, body tense and rigid while his frame successfully encompassed the boy in his hold.

The wire yanked again but this time with the added lure of lustful thoughts, overcome by the renewed contact with his alpha. Neteyam gritted his teeth as he forced his mind to focus.

“The only place you can expect to go tonight after the healer’s tent is over my knee.” The rumble of words lit sparks of fear and anticipation in the omega. His body trembled as he continued to choose anger over submission.

Neteyam dug his heels as he was dragged towards Eyvu. The yanking was no use however as Kxolo had him on the ikran pinned against his chest with little effort. He tried not to glance at the alpha’s domineering expression but the Kxolo’s angry scent was a constant reminder of the punishment that awaited him.

Lo’ak wrenched at the binds, digging the material deep enough into his upturned biceps to leave red marks. A low hiss rattled in his chest at another futile attempt. He could already feel a burning ache in his shoulders building at the stretch of his biceps being bound to one another behind his head. Shifting from foot to foot, his eyes swept over the area around home tree in search of a gap between the guards circled around it.

Anger still sat deeply within him, but the adrenaline was quickly dying down. A foolish hope that he could break the bonds and find Neteyam lingered in his mind. He had anticipated the wrath his father would rain down when returning home, but that scene had always been imagined with Neteyam by his side, his brother safe at home due to his successful plans.

His ears twitched at the sound of soft footsteps rounding the corner. Deep curiosity filled him as he recognized the oncoming figure as the feisty omega from the lake. She smiled confidently at the guards before walking straight past them and towards the bound alpha. A cocky smirk stretched her lips as she stopped in front of him with crossed arms.

“Quite the plan you have there, mighty warrior.” Lo’ak held in a growl at her sarcastic tone.

“So much for not being a snitch, huh?” He gritted out. The petite girl let out an obnoxious laugh at the accusation.

“Oh I didn’t tell. If I had, you two wouldn’t have made it past the tree line.” Her eyes crinkled in amusement at Lo’ak’s rising anger. Every twinkle of beads clicking together in her long flowing hair seemed to mock him. For an omega small enough to yank over his shoulder with one arm, she had a lot of nerve teasing him. His fingernails dug into his palms at the image of her upturned ass resting on his shoulder as she swung her legs in ferocious kicks against him.

“I guess we have your own arrogant stupidity to thank for tonight’s fiasco.” She huffed, idly twirling herself in feigned boredom. He watched as the small omega casually danced across the dirt. He wondered if the wiry girl ever stood still for more than a minute.

He shifted his body weight forward subconsciously and that is when he caught her eyes flickering towards his flexed biceps before quickly darting away. Despite its briefness, Lo’ak was able to catch the lustful curiosity in those playful eyes. Smug satisfaction settled into his features at the girl’s incidental confession. His gaze racked over her curvy form shyly turned away from him.

“Well if I’m so stupid and arrogant, then why are you here talking to me in the middle of the night?” He raised an eyebrow back at the omega now quickly turning on her heel to face him. The alpha reviled in the cute nose scrunch that accompanied her angry gaze.

“Don’t get things twisted, skxawng. I’m only here to give Neteyam some peace of mind, to reassure him that nothing happened to his idiotic brother.” Her posture readjusted itself to stand tall and straight in efforts to exuberate more confidence and control, but Lo’ak could see through the facade.

He hummed as if in deep thought.

“I don’t think I believe that, little snitch.” The nickname slipped easily from his lips without thought, but Lo’ak found himself taking a liking to it as he caught the nervous twitch of her tail. His own slinked back and forth slowly as he leaned closer down towards her. “I think your curiosity got the best of you till that little voice in the back of your head was begging you to come out and take a peak. Just for a minute, maybe two. But then I’m strung up here like a prized meal and that little voice is now too loud to ignore. Play this indifferent tough omega part as much as you want, but I see through it, little snitch.”

A fire burned in the pit of his stomach at the enraged expression staining her delicate features.

“Not that I’m complaining, I appreciate that you wanted to visit me sweetheart.” Rage coiled in those golden eyes as her lips parted, slightly dumbfounded, like a little fish. ‘A cute fish’ Lo’ak decided.

“Your ego really has no bounds, does it?” She rhetorically seethed, ears folded back with furrowed eyebrows. She took a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. “Besides, a jarhead like you couldn’t handle me if your life depended on it.”

The muscles in his body tightened against the bonds, yearning to pin her against the nearest tree and teach her a lesson that ended with his name being sung like a heavenly praise against her plush lips. Lewd images came to the forefront of his mind as he shamelessly dragged his gaze along her body. He swore he could see goosebumps rising on the striped skin against her feathered top. His pupils dilated at the sight.

“How about,” Lo’ak eyes connected with hers in a penetrating stare, “You untie me and we find out?”

Lo’ak smirked at the sight of her thighs fidgeting to press tightly together. Her eyes burned with a loathsome hatred but her body told a different story. The girl’s lips parted to speak and Lo’ak subconsciously leaned forward in anticipation of her response.

“Vamai!” The moment shattered like glass into a thousand pieces at the authoritative voice.

Lo’ak searched for the source of the sound and found a tall beta with dreadlocks, shooting daggers at the two. He met that stare openly, unafraid of the stranger.

“What are you doing out here? It’s the middle of the night!” He reprimanded. Vamai sent the man a look of disbelief as her hands clenched into fists. The male ignored her reaction and continued to stare down the strung up alpha.

“Cool the tone, Epok. I’m just here to check up on Lo’ak for Neteyam.” Lo’ak eyes flickered between the two at the standoff. An unspoken message was being sent between those eyes and the younger Sully brother yearned to know what it was.

“I’ll watch him. Go home.” The stunted response etched an angry frown into her beautiful features. Lo’ak couldn’t help but feel disappointed at her early dismissal. He didn’t let it spoil his fun, though.

“Better get going, little snitch. It’s rude to stay out past your bedtime.” A feline smirk broke across his face at the aggressive hiss she shot his way.

However, she could sense the beta’s growing impatience so without another word Vamai stormed off in the other direction. Lo’ak watched the sway of her hips with each step, mesmerized by her artistic curves. It was only when Epok took a place in the formation and Vamai gave one last look backwards that Lo’ak sent her a cheeky wink.

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13 x (fem) reader : women in suits

Warnings: none, implied smut at the end but nothing happens

There may be spelling mistakes

Synopsis: yaz asks you exactly what you find attractive. What happens when someone else overhears.

It was quiet on bored the tardis, sitting on the steps that lead down into the console room. The doctor was busy, tinkering away with some of the wires in the floor. Until now, it had just been us two. Yaz came rushing in, taking a seat beside me and pulling out her phone.

"Look at this!" On the screen I saw pictures of women with very prominent muscles. Working out, flexing or drinking protein shakes. Scrunching my face up, she almost looked offended at my response.

"You're telling me you don't think that's sexy?" Scoffing a laugh, I shook my head and saved my page with a bookmark. Boring book anyway.

"Sorry Yaz. They're just not my type." I told her, leaning back against the steps. Furrowing her brows, she typed something in then showed me the male equivalent. Men half naked in the gym with bulging muscles and other things.

"That's even further from what I like." Showing plain disgust on my features, she huffed with disappointment. After a few minutes of silence, yaz turned to me with a series yet curious look.

"Then, what is your type?" Blinking at her, I just shrugged. In all honesty, my eyes trailed along the room until they found the doctor. Shaking my head away from those thoughts.

"Okay then, what are you interested in?"

"I dont know?" Playing with my fingers, it was hard not to giggle at her annoyed groan.

"Well what do you have a soft spot for?" Looking up, I grinned at the thought and scooted closer.

"Women in suits." Nodding her head, the brunette shoved me playfully. We laughed together, caught up in our own conversation until someone cleared their throat. We came to and realised the doctor was stood in front of us with her arms crossed.

"What are you two giggling about?" She asked, raising a brow at our expressions.

"Nothing important." Yaz told her, still recovering. Humming at that response, she turned on her heel and stepped back over to the console.

"So, where we going next?" I jumped off the steps and stood by her side, wanting to get back out there. Smiling at me, the taller flicked some controls dramatically.

"Adoni, beautiful planet and home to some of the richest families in the solar system." Listening to her explanation, me and yaz shared a look.

"What are we going there for doc?" Smirking at the woman beside me, the doctor set in the coordinates accurately.

"A party of course."

Being told the dress code was black tie, I went back to my room and searched through the wardrobe for a dress to my liking. After a ten minute hunt, I came across a short, black dress. It was off the shoulder, made of velvet and had a belt round the waist. In the center of the belt there was a blue, jeweled planet shape. It was a beautiful dress so I decided it would be perfect. Quickly as I could, I threw it on with a matching pair of heels. Opting to have no tights, I did my makeup in record time and my hair following. Hurrying back to the console room, I found yaz alone there. She was wearing a lilac jumpsuit with heeled boots. Honestly, she looked extremely pretty but it didn't shock me.

"Well look at you! Careful, some alien might think you're a princess and kidnap you." Rolling my eyes, I laughed at her silly words.

"Be quiet, you look great!" Beaming at me, she did a spin in her fancy outfit for me.

"I'm so looking forward to this!" She sounded really elated and even dlapped her hands to prove the point. Nodding, I fixed my earing so it felt more comfortable.

"So am I, we've never done something like this before." My response was just as enthusiastic. So deep in our anticipation of the night ahead, I failed to hear a distant clicking sound.

"Exactly, imagine we actually go somewhere and nothing dangerous happens!" That would be the dream.

"Well, I'm glad you two are excited." Spinning around, my breath cought in my throat. The doctor stood in front of us, hands tucked away into her pockets. She was wearing a suit. A red suit. With a crisp white shirt underneath that had the first few buttons undone. My eyes wondered over her figure without shame as she and yaz exchanged a few words. Swallowing thickly, I looked down and saw she was wearing heels. She was actually wearing heels. The blazer was a little loose, how she liked it I'd come to notice. Her waist was slightly sinched by the pants that were a good length on her. Yes, she had worn a tux previously but this was so very different. A hand landed on my shoulder, making me flinch and look up to meet the doctors golden eyes.

"A little help, please?" Holding up a red silk tur in her free hand, I nod without question and took it from her. Trying to calm my thoughts, I fastened her buttons carefully, my fingers grazing her collarbone slightly. Wrapping the material around her neck, I pulled it over and under, forming it to make a tie. Tugging it right enough to sit perfectly, I stepped back and cast my eyes down.

"Thanks love." My face lit up at the pet name but I stayed frozen in place as she walked over to the doors.

"Ready guys?" The doctor asked, grinning at us both. Yaz ran over and stepped out before the blonde could. I followed behind them and looked around the new place in wonder. We were in a long corridor with maroon carpets and tapestry lining the walls.

"This way." She lead us downstairs the hall until we came to a set of doors with golden handles. Once they were opened, music greeted us along with a bustling room. It was very grand, having pillars in each corner and five crystal chandeliers. However, my attention was still fully on the doctor, as dumb at that was. Yaz grinned at me before pulling the doctor in and whispering into her ear. Pulling back quickly, she waved to us before walking off into the crowed.

"Where is she going?" I asked, watching her leave confused. Looking down at me, the doc just shrugged and took my hand in hers. She began to take me across the room. I could see a band playing royal-esc music on a raised stage in the back which, was setting the mood perfectly. Finding myself at a bar, the doctor let go and leant against the counter to wait for service. Getting a closer look at her now, I could see her lips were a shade darker. Lipstick too? She was going to kill me. A bartender came over and took her order, fulfilling it quickly.

"Here, its nice I promise." Raising an eyebrow at the purple liquid, I took a sip and was pleasantly surprised to find it tasted like cherries. Her hand grasped mine once again, as we strolled around whilst drinking our drinks. She spoke to me about the planet and the hosts of our party. It genuinely interested me but I kept getting distracted by my guide. Not being able to get over her look, I ended up staring multiple times.

"Want to dance?" Being caught off guard, I only registered what she had asked when the glass was taken from my grip. Weaving through the crowed, I found myself surrounded by couples dancing. The doctor placed a hand on my waist and held my own, with her other, securely. Resting free hand on her shoulder, I managed to dance with her gracefully. No idea how I managed to do that.

"I have to say, you're quite skilful with a tie. Did it faster than even I could of." Looking up at her, I almost replied before realising something.

"You know how to tie a tie?" Smirking at me, she nod and spun me round effortlessly.

"Of course. I was a man for thousands of years." Astonished, I just gaped at the smug woman. Falling back into step with her, the music changed to a more gentle, soft tune. A slow dance. Instantly, both her hands were on my waist, drawing me in closer. My arms wrapped round her neck, so close I could feel her breath against my skin. I shivered in response, embarrassingly. A trip like this was very out of the ordinary, especially for us. Usually it was filled with risk and near death. Not slow dances and fancy beverages.

"How come you picked this place doctor?" Humming, she made eyecontact with me and shrugged innocently.

"Thought you'd like it."

"Me? Why would I..." Trailing off, u thought back to earlier and the conversation I had with yaz. There was no way. She hadn't.

"You meant the party, right?" Again, that smirk returned and the doctor used one hand to tuck away some hair behind my ear.

"Maybe. Maybe not." Turning beat red, I stared at her completely speechless. It was all planned out perfectly, it had to be.

"You heard us?"

"Heard what?" Feigning ignorance, she looked around the room with a guiltless expression. Calming down, I internally laughed at how silly I was being. Of course, she would never do that. As if she'd eaves drop on our conversation-

"I wonder is yaz had found herself a well-developed lady?" My head snapped back to meet her intense gaze. Never mind.

"You did hear?"

"I might of done." Bewildered by her admittance, I swallowed down my nerves and let it sink in. She brought me here, dressed like that because of what she'd heard. Knowing how it would affect me.

"I'm taking it you like it then? Because your heartbeat has been through the roof all evening." My blush grew, climbing to my ears. By now, we had stopped dancing and were just standing in the crowd. Maybe it wad an inconvenience to others but I didn't care.

"Red isn't usually my colour but yaz told me you liked it." Ogling her outfit for thr millionth time that night, I gasped when the doctor gripped my chin lightly and forced me to meet her eyes.

"If I'd of know it would get you this worked up, I'd of worn this ages ago." My eyes flicked between hers and her lips. She didn't make any effort towards that though. Chuckling, the blonde tilted her head to get a better look at me, I felt small in her view.

"Did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?" Growing impatient, I wound the tie round my hand and tugged her down into a kiss. It was desperate until I felt her kissing back abd my whole body relaxed. Deepening the kiss, my free hand gripped the colar of her shirt whilst I could feel her nails digging into my waist. I unfortunately had to pull away once my lungs began to scream. Gaxing up at her, I smiled shyly.

"No, you hadn't told me." It took a moment for her to register that I'd responded to her last question, but she just laughed. Straightening out her suit jacket, I left my hands plaved on her chest.

"You have to wear this more often." Scoffing, she clasped her hands together behind my back, pinning me against her in the process.

"I'll see what I can do." Leaning up, I connected our lips once again. This time it was much softer, much more passionate. I could feel all the emotions behind it a smiled into it. For once, I couldn't really be mad at the doctor for listening into my conversation. I was actually glad that she had.

"Do you think yaz will be alright on her own?" She asked, peering over the crowd to try and find said woman.

"I'm not sure, why?" Shaking her head, she grabbed my hand and began pulling back over to the doors.

"Because, we're not done here."

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16. Dance Competition - The Next Mutation

In this essay, I will perform a totally impartial review of select TNM episodes to prove Raph could win a dance competition.

Dancing - "Turtles' Night Out"

Remember when Mikey threw a costume party rave to raise money for endangered animals? No? Probably for the best. All you need to know is that Mikey hosts an all-night rave and makes the other turtles help him with it. They even dance, so let's judge them for it. I mean, on it.

Mikey is a simple but good dancer. Follows the beat well enough and goes with the flow. Mostly simple arm moves, some recognisable stuff, all well executed. I gather he has the most dance experience of the five. And! He does all this while DJing. Could be interesting to watch him show off.

Venus does not dance. Does carry Mace. Good for her.

Leo's moves mostly consist of shadowboxing, kicking, and whatnot. Tries to dance like a normal person and just looks awkward. Bless his heart, he does not know what to do with his limbs. One gal does compliment his moves, though, and they dance together.

Donnie, at first, seems to know what he's doing but also ends up pseudo-fighting or maybe doing aerobics. And he just keeps kicking. There are casualties. Despite this, the ladies are very impressed by him, and he and Leo perform a fun move together, finishing with a classic high foot.

Last but not least, Raph, The Bouncer (his words, he’s so silly I love him). He bops, sways, and hums along to the music, triple threat. Does very little actual dancing, but since this is March for Raph, we should let him win anyway.

Kidding. We obviously don't have enough data to determine he's the winner, so let's score them all out of four here and do the same for their skateboarding and sparring skills.

Scores: Mikey 4/4, Donnie 3/4, Leo 2/4, Raph 1/4, Venus 0/4

Skateboarding - "Unchain My Heart, Part 1"

This is an activity that contains skills related to dancing, right? Yes? Maybe? Alright. Leo and Raph stand out to me as the better skateboarders. Raph trumps Leo because his tricks are cooler, and his lines are funnier. Mikey does well, but not as many tricks as Leo and Raph, who also get more airtime. Venus likely has much less experience than the guys but holds her own. Donnie is dead last since he only stands on his remote-controlled skateboard. Skilled engineer? Yes. Skilled skateboarder? Apparently not.

Scores: Raph 4/4, Leo 3/4, Mikey 2/4, Venus 1/4, Donnie 0/4

Sparring - "Sewer Crash," "Like Brothers," and "Truth or Consequences"

Let's narrow this down to one-on-one spars with Raph, just because.

Raph and Donnie: The particular spar I'm thinking about might be unfair to Donnie, who is being hypnotised at night and not sleeping, but it’s less sparring and more showing off anyway. Raph looks very cool in this scene. Point to Raph.

Raph and Mikey: Raph pretty casually blocks Mikey's attacks and quickly gets him in a hold. Point to Raph.

Raph and Leo: So evenly matched they can fight all day without a definitive winner. Leo is victorious in one episode because he is sufficiently pissed off and spiteful. Raph, in other episodes, overwhelms him with pure strength. Solid tie.

Raph and Venus: She can and does kick his butt, but he's quick to return the favor. He has better technique and more experience that she makes up for with unorthodox methods and magic. Tie.

Scores: Raph 4/4, Leo 4/4, Venus 4/4, Donnie 2/4, Mikey 2/4

Outcomes

After formally and scientifically analysing random scenes with absolutely no bias toward a certain turtle, I've determined the following outcomes for a dance competition. In third place, with 5 points each, we have the ever-lovable Donnie and Venus. Mikey takes second with 8 points, probably lower than he could be because he's too busy daydreaming about what abominations he could be whipping up in the kitchen. And with 9 points, Raph would win . . . and tie with Leo. Tough tortillas, bud. Even in a hypothetical competition rigged in your favor, you're still stuck with him.

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Bonus: silly photos of them on a rank podium.

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Two Worlds Collided & They Could Never Tear Us Apart

Chapter 12: The Weeks of Hell Part 2

You finally begin your Japanese lessons with Uzui, and you continue to go through hell as you try to learn the new language. Do you have what it takes to push through? It's difficult but you'll have to give it your all if you want to find the answers you seek and continue to stay by your friends' sides.

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You start your lessons with Uzui in a few more days and you're getting pretty excited to finally be able to learn and start talking with people. You know it won't be easy, but you're determined to stick with it, as you know that some of the answers you seek will only be revealed to you once you can understand the language.

Someone, somewhere, had to know something and you needed to find them and be able to speak with them.

That was the main goal, but it certainly would be nice to understand and communicate with your friends as well. You and the guys have gotten pretty good at reading facial expressions and body language, but there are times where you wished you could just... use words. You definitely wanted to tell Inosuke off for trying to steal your food all the time. Last week he tried taking that one sweet treat you like, and you totally blame your period for what happened to him, as he might have a little bite mark on his hand now... and he might have flipped out and tried to wrestle you until Zenitsu came in.

Speaking of which, you also wanted to ask Zenitsu to give you some space—he shows up everywhere! You're starting to think he has super hearing with the way he seems to appear any time you even breathe wrong. You appreciated his concern for you, but you were capable of taking care of yourself and wanted to handle things on your own. You couldn't and didn't want to rely on others for everything.

As for Tanjiro, well... he hasn't really done anything. You would just like to talk to him, as you feel like it would be nice to chat about any and everything together. He seemed like someone you could have those deep, and even silly, kind of conversations with. And since that night Nezuko visited you, she's been showing up to spend more time with you.

It was during those moments that you really wanted to talk.

The quietness didn't bother you... but it would be nice to connect with everyone by being able to voice your thoughts and feelings to them. You aren't alone, but you still feel like you are at times, and it was a little depressing. Luckily, Mitsuri has been taking some time to visit you more as well and you really appreciated her company. She was the only one you could truly talk to right now besides Uzui. She was like a big sister in a way as she doted on you, bringing you lots of food, pinching your cheeks, and hugging you at any given moment.

It threw you off at first but you quickly got used to it, as she wasn't too overbearing in her affections. It was actually nice... you felt accepted and wanted, not like some stranger or burden to be taken care of.

"Mitsuri, can you teach me how to say something?"

She looks up from her bowl, slurping up a noodle and grins. "I can try! What is it?"

"How do I say, 'Let go, that's mine!'?"

"Tebanashite, sore wa watashi no monodesu!" She exclaims in amusement, then purses her lips and tilts her head. "May I ask why?"

"Well... my friend is stubborn and keeps trying to steal my food, especially this one sweet treat that's round and on a stick! Anyways, I just want to tell him to back off. But uhhh, I don't think I can remember all that..."

"Ohhh, I see," she giggles. "Then, 'Tebanasu!' should be fine."

"Te-ban-osu!"

She full on laughs and shakes her head, enunciating it more clearly. "Te-ban-asu! Tebanasu!"

"Te-ban-asu!?"

"Hai!"

Your face scrunches up at the new word. "Hai?"

"Ah, I mean.. yes!"

"Oh, that means yes?"

She giggles again and nods. "Hai!"

"That seems easy to remember! Why can't you just teach me? I don't wanna wait for Uzui anymore..."

"I wish I could, but... hmmm, I have a lot to learn too. Tengen is a better sensei— errr, teacher!"

"Well, you've done a great job so far, but I understand." You hum and smile briefly, your expression falling more serious. "So, I've been wondering... do you think it's possible for me to join the demon slayers?"

"Hmm?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while," you look her in the eye and sigh, "I've only been here for a short time and have gotten hurt, even almost died, if not for the help of my friends. But I don't want to rely on them... or anyone, really, to keep me safe when I could do it myself. I want to be useful and help others... not be a burden."

She slowly nods as she takes in your words. "I see..."

"... so, can I join?"

"I would love to fight by your side," she says, leaning over to clasp a hand with yours, "but... I can not say."

"Who can, then? I know it won't be easy but I'm willing to give it my all!"

"You have a strong heart," she smiles gently, "And you are not a burden. I will speak about this but please do not be saddened if they refuse..."

You smile back, your hope flaring. You knew you shouldn't get your hopes up, you were just a normal girl after all, but you felt like it was the right thing to do. You knew nothing about this place, where you came from, who you really are, or how to fight. But you wanted to know, to learn and grow, fight beside your friends and find the answers to all your questions. You weren't entirely sure you could do much but you were going to try your best. If you are allowed to join and you end up dying, at least it would be for the greater good. You don't want to sit around while everyone else fights and protects others, you also want to make a difference, no matter how small.

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Zenitsu pouts, chin resting in his hand as stares off into space, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it in a big huff. Tanjiro can smell the dejection, his sensitive nose scrunching at the almost sour scent.

"Do you think Y/n-chan hates me?"

Tanjiro's brow furrows. "No, why do you ask?"

"I feel like she's been avoiding me lately..."

"Well... you have been following her around a lot. Maybe she just needs some space?"

"Yeah, you're right... but it's so hard!" Zenitsu whines, slumping over.

Tanjiro gives him a light pat on the shoulder. Ever since that night he was there to witness you and Nezuko bonding over braiding each other's hair, and the three of you all sat in silence to watch the stars, something had changed but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. He's always liked spending time with you, however, he found himself seeking out your company a little more often, whether Nezuko tagged a long or not. It was quiet and peaceful, the atmosphere light and comforting whenever you would hang out. It was a nice change from the stress and worries that life threw at everyone.

So, he understood how Zenitsu felt in a way.

"Quit your moping," Inosuke grumbles from nearby, focused on sorting through a collection of acorns he's gathered recently.

Zenitsu ignores him, a long, drawn out and miserable sounding sigh escaping him. He rolls over and sighs again, wanting desperately to be by your side more, but knowing Tanjiro was right and he should lay off. He really didn't want to mess things up, and he's worried he already has, since now whenever you see him you slightly tense up and try to subtly change course. But he definitely noticed, even though you tried to not make it obvious. He caught on after a while that you were indeed avoiding him, and it hurt a little, but he was glad to observe that he wasn't the only one you seemed to be avoiding.

He's noticed that you also avoid Inosuke—especially around meal times—you looked a little tense and defensive and it was no wonder why. The boar-ish man was a glutton. He wasn't too sure about Tanjiro though, which bugged him more than he liked. He was extremely nosy and wanted to know if you also avoided him like you did with them. He could easily hear things, but he never heard much that would set him off to any suspicions, but he didn't want to invade people's privacy, so he really tried not to listen to things that were none of his business anyways.

But he would be lying if he said he didn't want to eavesdrop.. just a little. The mystery and uncertainty is almost too much!

"Do you think she likes the flowers," he asks with some insecurity, "or should I stop doing that? As far as I know, she hasn't said anything about them..."

Tanjiro isn't sure how to answer. He doesn't know. He's spotted you in the garden a couple times, so it's safe to assume you do like flowers and other plants in general, but did you like receiving them? And did you know who was giving them to you? He told Mitsuri to tell you that it was Zenitsu and Inosuke who had picked the flowers and gotten you food when you started your period, giving credit where it was due, and you were pleased by the kind gestures. It wasn't specified who had done what, but it seemed obvious who had done which.

The flowers were Zenitsu's idea and Inosuke came across Mitsuri and told her you apparently needed help because of "womanly issues" then went straight for the kitchen to grab himself food like he originally planned on doing. He quickly ate and was heading back out before he paused and snatched another plate of food, bringing it back to your room where Tanjiro and Zenitsu were already waiting. He could only assume that the pink-haired lady had come and taken you away, since you weren't in there anymore.

And he was right, as you came back with the woman only a minute later.

Inosuke doesn't exactly know why he brought the food, because if you were hungry surely you would've gotten it yourself, when you wanted it. It was a split second decision he made for no other reason than he simply felt like it. Maybe it was to see your reaction? Would you hate it because you weren't hungry, or it wasn't the kind of food you liked, as he just grabbed whatever was laying out and didn't put much thought into whether you'd actually like the food or not? Or would you like it?

He doesn't know why but he wanted to see if you would get mad for whatever reason and try to fight him, or if you'd accept it and possibly praise him? Either way, he was pretty curious and found himself watching your reaction from under his mask carefully. Anyways, Tanjiro told Mitsuri that Zenitsu and Inosuke had brought you the flowers and food, but didn't specify who had done what. You were happy and thankful for the gifts, and that's all that mattered, right?

Well, it apparently mattered to Zenitsu now.

"Does she know they're from you? It wasn't specified, but she at least knows it was one of you."

Zenitsu looks up in thought for a moment. "Umm, I think so?"

"Well, do you want her to know they're from you, if she doesn't already know?"

"Y-Yes, of course! I think... ahhh, I don't know! What if she doesn't know and when she finds out it's me.. she'll hate them?!"

"I don't think—"

"And what if she thinks it's someone else and she falls in love with them instead?!"

Insosuke growls in irritation and whirls around, not able to ignore Zenitsu anymore. "Why does it matter?! Who cares if she knows if it's from you or not?! And didn't you listen, she knows it was one of us, so there's no way she thinks it's anyone else. The only people she could possibly fall in love with for giving her flowers is you or me."

"I know that, I'm just freaking out because I want her to like me back! If she doesn't like me, I think I might actually die..."

"Quit being a dramatic baby! If she doesn't like you, then move on and find someone else to give flowers to!"

"Easy for you to say, you don't like anyone, or anything! I can't just MOVE ON! You don't get it..."

"Nah, I just don't like you," Inosuke says matter of fact, voice monotone.

"Well, no one likes you," Zenitsu quickly quips back.

Tanjiro cuts in, giving them small glares. "Hey, be nice you guys! We're all friends, right? We should be able to talk to each other without fighting."

Inosuke leans his head back in a bored manner. "Can you tell him to shut his trap, then? His blubbering is giving me a real headache..."

"And can you politely tell Inosuke that his stupid mask gives me the creeps and to throw it away!?"

"Guys—"

"What!? Like hell I will!"

"It's an old, gross pig head! Just get rid of it!"

"No!"

"See, you can't let go of something either!"

"What?! It's totally different!"

"How so?! Do you not like it?! Is it precious to you?!"

"No..! Yes..! I mean— ughhh!"

"How do you not know?! You have feelings too, right? Then you should know how you feel! Are you emotionally constipated or something?!"

"AAAARGH!!"

That's the only warning Zenitsu gets before Inosuke is charging at him and they run around the room yelling at each other. Tanjiro stays seated, deadpan expression, even as they knock some things over and mess up their room.

"Can't you go five minutes without trying to fight anyone?!"

"Can't you go five minutes without whining and chasing a girl around who obviously wants nothing to do with you!?"

"You're one to talk!" Zenitsu yells, heaving as he points at him. "She avoids you too, so you're no better!"

"No she doesn't!"

"She does! You always try to steal her food and just grab her!"

"That's not even the same! Yours is way worse!"

It takes ten whole minutes of them running and fighting until things finally start to settle down. Tanjiro slowly stands up once they catch their breaths and smiles at them, but it's strained and doesn't reach his eyes. Their eyes widen slightly, it always freaked them out when he got like this. They stay quiet and listen carefully as he orders them to tidy the room back up, still smiling as he stares them down, before he calmly walks out of the room.

Once he leaves Zenitsu deflates and lets all of the air out of his lungs, groaning in relief that Tanjiro didn't give them a worse punishment, while Inosuke wordlessly stands there. They look at each other briefly before they get to work and begrudgingly fix everything together, huffing and puffing, glaring daggers from the corner of their eyes.

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Mitsuri hums a little tune as she makes her way around the mansion, a little hop in her steps. She isn't really thinking about anything until she hears a voice booming from nearby, her stride coming to a stand still as she registers the voice and beams. Oh, perfect! She resumes her pace and follows the sound of a loud, 'tasty!', thrown into the air until she finds the owner of the voice.

"Hmm, tasty!"

She giggles softly and walks closer, eyes crinkling in amusement at the fiery man's exclamation of the food he was currently eating. He was always appreciative of good food and almost deemed it necessary to let it be known, which she found silly but also cute in a way. She loved seeing others happy and found it even more amusing when a person like him, who you may look at first glance and believe to be extremely serious or intimidating, actually had different aspects about them.

Who would've thought a man like Rengoku, with sharp eyes and a powerful aura, would be grinning from ear to ear, humming and shouting praise about a meal like a child? She certainly didn't think so when she first met him, she was unsure, but after getting to know him more she's come to realize he wasn't scary at all. Besides Shinobu, he was one of the only other Hashira she felt she could speak with more easily.

There was also Obanai... but she still got a little flittering feeling whenever she was around him.

She shakes her head, getting rid of the thoughts, she sought Kyojuro out for a reason as soon as she heard him. "Ooh, that does look yummy," she says, peeking over his shoulder.

He turns to her, chewing the last piece in his mouth before quickly swallowing and grinning. "Ah, indeed it is!"

"Great! I'll leave you to enjoy your meal, but first, I have a quick question.. if you don't mind?"

"Not at all!" He smiles, setting his bowl down so he can give her his full attention.

"Well, I just spoke with Y/n.. and she asked me something that I'm afraid I could not answer..."

"Is that so? What was it?"

Mitsuri purses her lips and wrings her hands together. "She... wants to join us, and I believe in her! But... the others and Master may not feel the same or allow it..."

"That is true. They may not, so then tell me, why do you believe in her?"

She looks him in the eye, brow furrowing as she speaks. "Because.. she has a strong heart! Just like you and the others... I can feel it. She wants to help—to get stronger—so I believe she should be able to join us and fight by our sides! She does not want to rely on others and wants to take action. I just know that she's extremely brave and determined!"

"I see," he says thoughtfully, nodding his head along. "If that is the way you feel, then I shall also believe in her!"

Her mouth gapes open and she clasps her hands to her chest. "R-Really?!"

"Of course! I do not take you for someone to say such things so lightly, if you do not mean them . So, that means what you've said just now is truthful and a decision that you believe to be right. You are also strong, you're here for a reason because of your skills and decisions," he remarks. "Therefore, if you think someone else is capable of doing a good job and trying their hardest, then I have no reason to object!"

Her chins wobbles a little as tears try to form along her lash line, a hand flying up to cover a bashful smile. "Oh, thank you! Yes, I really mean it and believe we should let her train and join the corps. I don't know how but I can just feel it, she will be a valuable member and bring us one step closer to achieving all our dreams."

"Then it shall be done," he laughs heartily.

She squeals in delight, then pauses. "Oh, but the others and Master..."

"Worry not! I will request to take her under my wing and make sure she becomes a fine swordsman!"

"Wonderful! This is so wonderful, oh, she'll be so happy to hear! I really do hope Master and the others will accept her..."

"We've accepted a demon girl into the grounds, so it seems anything is possible," he muses.

Mitsuri grins and bows as she leaves and he finally finishes his bowl of food with a satisfied hum. He cleans up after himself then heads out towards the headquarters, set on his new mission of finding the Master to request training you as one of them. When Kocho first told them about you, he was curious and wanted to help, but since you were foreign and neither of you spoke the same language, the notion was quickly squashed as he had nothing substantial to offer with your situation. Mitsuri and Tengen could help though, seeing as they could at least speak with you, and he was glad that they could assist you.

But he admits, he was a little... disheartened to realize he wouldn't be able to aid in this situation. He takes pride in being of service to others and making the world a better place, whether it be by slaying demons, or even simple tasks with helping other people. He's done many different things but this was very new and sort of exciting—it's not every day you meet a foreigner who's lost their memory.

He had accepted the fact he would be of no use and would continue his regular slaying duties, however, it seems that fate had other plans.

You wanted to join them, to become a demon slayer and fight by their sides.

It would be extremely difficult. Injury and death are very high possibilities. All he knows of you, is what he's been told, and it wasn't much. He doesn't doubt Mitsuri's claims but he would like to see for himself if you have what it takes. He exits the mansion, walking through the front courtyard and makes his way past the gate. He should reach the headquarters within fifteen to twenty minutes at the pace he's going, and just as he thought, he makes it within that time frame and immediately seeks out the Master. He comes to the main building where he finds Master Ubuyashiki sitting on the engawa, his eyes are closed and he has a serene look about him as he takes in slow, deep breaths. A gust of wind weaves between them and the Master opens his eyes, staring straight ahead.

"Good afternoon," Ubuyashiki greets, a small smile forming on his lips. "It is a lovely day, is it not?"

"Greetings, Master. Yes, it is a very fine day! I am glad to see you enjoying the weather."

"Mhm, indeed. Now then, tell me, what brings you here my child?"

"I've come to make a request of great importance," Kyojuro states, his voice low, and Ubuyashiki nods once so he continues. "Master, I ask that you consider allowing me to take the girl known as Y/n, to teach her to become a swordsman, and join the ranks as a fellow comrade of the demon slayers."

"You wish to train the girl? May I ask what has inspired this request?"

"Yes," Kyojuro affirms, "it was brought to my attention by Mitsuri Kanroji, that the girl had expressed a desire to join the corps."

"I see... It is quite peculiar, seeing as she is a foreigner, and has no recollection of her life before here. I do, however, find it admirable that such a person is willing to become stronger and fight alongside her new friends and other members. She must have witnessed the hardships we face and know it is no easy task, as she has traveled with those three boys, after all." He pauses in thought and Kyojuro waits as he gives his final answer. "Very well, then. If Mitsuri and yourself see potential in this young lady, then I shall accept your request."

"Thank you, Master," Kyojuro says lightly. "When shall I have her ready for Final Selection?"

"Ah, yes, there is no need to worry about that. Let it be known, from here on out, that Miss Y/n is now recognized as an official member of the corps. I know she will be in more than capable hands, even so, I wish good luck upon you and your new pupil. Do your best, Kyojuro," he adds warmly.

Kyojuro hums in appreciation, a wide grin splitting open as he bows respectfully. "Very well, Master, I shall see to it! And I pray for your continued good health..." He straightens back up and gets ready to leave. "Farewell!"

"Farewell, my child."

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It's later in the evening, you and the boys are all sitting around a small table eating and talking, well... except you, as you sit back and quietly munch on your food, listening to your friends chatter amongst themselves. You wish you knew what everyone was saying, it really bugs you, but you still enjoy the hushed tones with which they speak for once. It was calm for once and you found it rather odd but you dare not question it and just basked in the peace, that is until Inosuke casts his eyes your direction and a greedy, wandering hand snakes towards your plate of food. You watch from the corner of you eye, slightly amused that he seems to think you are totally unaware of his current advances, but as soon as his fingers are within reach you fling your hand out and swat him away.

"Huahh—what the hell?!"

He glares at you, holding his hand close and rubbing his knuckles right where you smacked him, and you return the stare.

"Let go," you hiss out, pulling your plate closer.

Zenitsu is mid-bite as you speak and accidentally inhales the food, and Tanjiro's eyes bulge out as he quickly looks at you before he whirls around to help Zenitsu by slamming his palm against his back, who's coughing as he chokes on the piece of food. A few more forceful slaps and the food goes flying onto the floor, rolling away, and Zenitsu leans over trying to catch his breath while Tanjiro pats him more gently as he tries to soothe him.

"Did she just speak Japanese?!" Zenitsu sits back up, wide eyes focused on you. "She totally did! Has she been able to speak this whole time?! No, that can't be right, she needs to be taught... I thought that the obnoxious, superficial guy was supposed to be teaching her, but he hasn't come back yet. So then, who's teaching her?! Is she learning by herself!?"

"Yes... she did speak Japanese," Tanjiro confirms. "And you're right, Mr. Uzui is supposed to be teaching her. She doesn't know anything yet, so he might have taught her that before he left, or perhaps someone else told her."

"BUT WHO?!"

"I think the Love Hashira can speak some English, so... maybe she did? Or perhaps, she is learning by herself?" He tilts his head and looks at you with wide eyes. "Y/n, can you understand us? Have you been learning on your own, or is someone else teaching you?" You blink at him, your face lightly scrunching and you shake your head as you shrug your shoulders, showing you have no idea what he is saying and he nods in understanding. "I see... alright, that clears it up then."

"So, she still doesn't know much and just learned that then. Ahh man, I was really hoping she could speak already. I want to talk to her," Zenitsu bemoans.

"We'll be able to talk to her soon enough, don't worry! In the meantime, let's try to help her learn," Tanjiro suggests with a grin. "Practicing is good, so I'm sure Mr. Uzui wouldn't mind if we helped with simple things."

"Yeah, good idea! Oh, Y/n-chaaan~ Repeat after me!"

He leans over the table and smiles mischievously, pointing at you and then himself as he opens and closes his mouth a few times.

You focus on what he's doing, trying to understand what he wants. "Uhh, you want me to speak? Or repeat what you say," you guess.

You copy his actions and he nods furiously, so you laugh a little and nod as well. You get it now, he wants you to copy him.

He giggles and slightly waggles his brows at you, as he speaks in a more slow and seductive tone. "Watashi wa anata o aishi, anata to kekkon shimasu~"

Tanjiro whirls around, ready to reprimand him but Zenitsu quickly shoves a hand over his mouth and holds him there, not even sparing him a glance as he keeps his focus on you and urges you to repeat what he said. Tanjiro tries to remove his hands, struggling against him and Inosuke cackles, fully enjoying the show as they fight and have your full attention, giving him the opportunity to successfully steal from your plate again.

"Zem— itsu! Le.. go— You cab't tell.. her to say.. hat—"

"SHUT IT, LET HER SPEAK!"

You sound it out and try your hardest to copy him, butchering the words, but he doesn't seem to care as he continues nodding along and encouraging you to repeat what he's saying. You don't question why he and Tanjiro are pushing and pulling at each other while he stays focused on getting you to copy the sentence, and you probably should, but why would you when this wasn't anything out of the ordinary? They all play and fight with each other, so you have no reason to wonder what exactly Zenitsu is making you say. It was funny and you were learning something new!

" Watashi wa... anata," you pause and watch Zenitsu's mouth carefully as he grits out the words, "o aishi, anata to kekkon shimasu!"

He lets go of Tanjiro and hollers, excitedly throwing his hands up. Tanjiro yanks him by the collar as he then tries to clamber over the table to your side, looking at him in disapproval as he whines and reaches out for you.

"Tanjiroooo, let me go! You heard what she said, you can't stop me now!"

Tanjiro seethes, continuing to hold him back. "She has no idea what that means! I will not allow you to trick her like that, have you no shame?!"

"You got in my way once already! Why can't you just let me and Y/n-chan be happy!"

"Because she hasn't actually agreed to your nonsense!"

"But she did!"

"That doesn't count," he says in exasperation. "You know she doesn't love you or want to marry you."

"Ah, come onnnn," he whines pitifully. "That's so harsh!"

"Well... not yet, anyways. Maybe she will... or maybe she won't."

"You don't think she'll ever love me, I can hear it in your voice! Tanjiro, how can you be so cruel!?"

"N-No, Zenitsu, knock it off! You know what I mean, you can't just pretend or expect things from other people. She has feelings too! Didn't you say you were going to try your best to woo her or something?"

"But it takes so much work!"

Tanjiro almost rolls his eyes and sighs. "You won't get anything without working for it! Come on now, you're being dramatic."

As they continue to bicker you turn your attention back to your food and find most of it missing. Your gaze follows the trail of crumbs that lead you straight to the culprit, who grins smugly at you, chewing obnoxiously and your eye slightly twitches. Inosuke snickers as he reaches for the last items on your plate, which results in both of your hands flailing around in a jumbled mess as you try to smack each other.

You want to wipe that stupid, pretty look off his face but at the same time you can't help but indulge in his childish little game. You notice he isn't actually trying that hard to steal more food because he could easily overpower your defenses and snatch it if he truly wanted to. It seems like he was just playing... he was messing with you for the fun of it, and it was honestly kind of cute and funny. You haven't really seen this side to him before, he was usually stoic and hot-headed, annoying even.

You giggle and swat at him some more as he grabs onto your hands and tries to hold them together in a ball. This is the perfect chance for you to keep saying what Mitsuri taught you.

"Let go!"

"Make me," he snorts.

Dinner lasts a little longer than usual and the three little girls that help around the mansion have come in a couple times to check on you all, sharing odd looks with each other as they witness the chaos. The last time they come to check on you, they bring the tea that Zenitsu has to drink and he curls into a ball, sobbing when they try to get him to take it. He keeps refusing, so they resort to holding him down and trying to get him to take it by force but they aren't successful.

You crawl over to try and help by keeping him pinned but he puts up a fight and doesn't seem to notice or care who is wrestling with him. You manage to roll him over and sit some of your weight on his legs and grab onto his arms, trying to keep him still as he thrashes around. You struggle a bit until he realizes you're on top of him (with two of the other girls holding him down as well), and his face bursts into flames, eyes going blank as his soul leaves his body.

He's going to heaven!

But his soul is abruptly back down when the horribly bitter medicine is tilted into his opened mouth, the last girl closing his jaw and holding it shut until he swallows. He groans and cries, complaining about how awful that was and he'd rather just die right now, especially since you're sitting on him—what a way to die! Although, he could think of an even better way to die...

Your weight is lifted as the girls shoo you away and an older girl comes in, hands on her hips. "Good grief! You've been giving us a lot of trouble. In order to get you through this more quickly, I'm gonna have to up the dosage and require you to drink two extra cups in the morning, and two at night."

He snaps out of his stupor, shooting up and stares at her in horror. "WHAT?!?! N-NO WAY!!"

"I can't have these girls getting stuck trying to make you drink it, they have more important things to do, you know!? Even the poor foreigner had to help," she tsks. "Listen, we want this over with just as much as you do. Just do what I say and you'll be cleared more quickly, alright?"

"But.. but..."

She narrows her eyes at him and hangs his head, whimpering but agreeing with her.

"As for you two," she points at Tanjiro and Inosuke, "you appear to be healing a lot quicker than I thought, but just to be safe, I'm requiring just half the time of rest before you can be released."

Tanjiro nods, smiling. "Oh, that's good. It's been a little over a week, but I have been feeling a lot better. Will we be allowed to train then?"

"Yes, now carry on."

She leaves with the other girls and you all sit around for another minute until you get tired and start to clean everything up.

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The next couple of days go by and you anxiously wait outside all morning for Uzui's return. Two weeks have finally gone by and you can start learning Japanese! You pace around, trying to keep your mind occupied until he arrives, but you eventually get bored and end up falling asleep sitting on a random rock by the entrance. When you're woken up, your mind is slow to register the figure in front of you, standing proudly as they chuckle at your hunched over form. You blink and rub at your eyes, staring at them as you slowly come out of the fog. Once your mind catches up you pale at the sight in front of you.

Oh no, not him!

You wipe the corner of your mouth, cringing at the tiny bit of drool and flush at being caught snoozing in such an awkward and unflattering way. Your gaze shifts to the side and your eyes nearly pop out even more as you notice the other man, who's not even hiding his amusement as he laughs at you.

"Well, well, looks like I've got a slacker on my hands!"

"What?! No," you protest, "I'm not a slacker!"

"Are you sure? I think I saw a river coming out of your mouth..." Uzui jokes.

Your cheeks puff out indignantly, scowling at him. "Shut up, you did not! And what else was I supposed to do while I waited for you?"

He laughs and claps his hands together, turning to the man next to him, who you momentarily forgot about. "She's a real handful already, are you sure you can handle her, Rengoku?"

"Certainly!"

The fiery man flashes a grin at you and you nearly melt into a puddle but manage to hold yourself together by avoiding eye contact. How embarrassing for him to also see you sleeping! Something about him made you feel way more shy than you ever were around any of the other people you've met so far.

"Of course! Don't go too hard on her now, but don't let her take it easy either." He looks down and scrunches his nose at you. "Isn't that right, kid?"

You look between them, confused but nodding anyway. "Uhh, right... yeah?"

"Good!" He snickers and raises a brow. "Alright, kid, you're in for some real fun from here on out! As you know, you'll be learning Japanese, with yours truly! But that's not all, you've got even more work cut out for you."

You bite the side of your cheek, looking between the two men nervously. "W-What else will I be doing?"

"Don't you know? I believe you talked to a certain someone, asking her if you could train, and join the corps."

"Are you saying—"

"Yup! The Master was informed of your wishes and accepted you. You'll be learning from Rengoku, here. He'll teach you everything you need to know about swordsmanship, breathing styles, and how to fight demons."

"Oh my god," you breathe, sitting back as you stare blankly at the ground. "I can't believe it..."

"Well, you better start believing because it won't be easy. You gotta work hard, or you'll end up dead. You're a smart girl, so you already know that, right?" You nod once and he crouches down to your level. "We're going to do our best to teach you, but it's you who will have to put in the real effort here. You want to talk with your friends? You want to get stronger and fight by our sides? Then give it your all and we'll make sure it happens."

"R-Right!"

He smiles, reaching over to tousle your hair as he stands. "Good! Now, then, there's no time like the present. Let's get started shall we?"

You shoot up and panic a little. "Now?!"

"You want to wait longer, or what?"

"No, but.. ummm, I wasn't expecting to start training so soon! Fighting, I mean.."

"Ah, you won't start that until later. We gotta get you understanding and speaking some of the basics first! I think you'll be ready by the time your little friends are discharged and allowed to start recovery training, but who knows, could be later."

"I want to be with them!"

"Then the sooner we start, the better, right?"

"Right," you swallow.

"I'll let you know when she's ready to start her training with you," he informs Rengoku, who nods and walks away. Uzui then turns on his heel and waves his hand forward for you to follow him. "Let's go!"

He leads you inside and finds a room where you'll do all your studying. He slides a bag off his back and opens it, taking some books and paper out, stacking them on a table. Once he has everything sorted, he grabs the first set and places them in front of you as you sit down and run your eyes over it all. He sits down across from you and claps his hands together, grinning as he opens the book up and begins his first lesson.

The first hour is him explaining some things and answering a lot of questions, then he has you read and write the letters of their alphabet. It's split into three systems, which is overwhelming and hard to understand at first, but you slowly start to understand it a little more. By the time you're done trying to memorize the letters and writing them down you feel exhausted, your head throbbing as a headache threatens to form. You take a break but resume and don't stop until late in the night when you can't take it anymore.

Yeah, this was going to be hard... but you had to do it.

The next day is spent going over everything, practicing even more reading and writing. You imagine this is all you'll be doing until you get it down, then you'll be able to start putting more things together, until eventually you know how to read, write, and speak fluently. Just as you thought, the next couple of days are just repeating everything you've been learning so far and practicing. Lots and lots of practice. He wants you to correctly name things, to memorize them, and say it out loud so he follows you around, grabbing a cup, bowel, pillow, and other random objects as he shows them to you. He tells you what they are called then has you repeat it, and throughout the day he'll quiz you on them and ask you to tell him what they are again... and again.

The repetition almost drives you mad but it works and hammers the information in more. Your brain feels like it's going to explode with how much memory is being taken up, but it feels nice in a weird way. You're learning a lot of new stuff and while it was extremely frustrating at some points, it was also quite fun.

Tanjiro stops by one day to ask if he and the others could be of help, and Uzui ponders it for a minute before he tells him that they could help by practicing the same things with you while he slowly moves on to the new things for you to learn. Before you know it, three weeks have gone by and you can recall a few things and very basic sentences. If someone talked to you, you could understand bits and pieces. You know how to greet and introduce yourself. You know how to say goodbye. You know how to ask for help. You know how to apologize and thank others. You know some objects and food as well.

It's been going pretty well so far, if you had to say so yourself, but you know you were only just scratching the surface. It's a long time coming but you couldn't wait until you could fully understand and speak with others. In these last few weeks you've had more headaches than you can count and you've cried in frustration, nearly giving up but you grit your teeth and push through. You can't give up, not matter how hard it is, especially when Uzui and your friends keep supporting your efforts and try their best to help you.

You can do this!

Before you know it, you'll have it all down. You'll be able to talk with people, to really connect and not feel so alone. Before you know it, you'll be training to become a demon slayer like everyone else, helping protect others and fight by your comrades, making the world a safer and happier place. And before you know it, you'll surely find the answers that you seek and know where you came from, who you really are.

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Inktober - Day 2: Spiders

a/n: technically, i wrote this before inktober but it's a Stray Kids x Spiderman fic and it fits ok- anyway, it was inspired by this video i saw on instagram. enjoy xD also, i am sorry jisung, minho is really mean to you in that one but you take it like a champ- xD and big hug and big shoutout to @heartcravings who supported me in this silly idea ^-^

starring: Peter Han Jisung as (quite new) Spider-man, Lee Know (Minho) as Damsel in Distress, Felix (Yongbok) as sweet but not so helpful kid xD

word count: ~ 2k

Watching the sun set over the Seoul skyline had always been one of Jisung’s favourite things. Even as a small kid, he had been mesmerized by all the city lights and, until a few months ago, strolling through the busy streets, catching the last golden rays of sunshine, was one of his usual activities to get into trouble for (his parents weren’t really keen on their teenage-son wandering around somewhere outside when evening was slowly turning into night).

Now he was sitting on a skyscraper, legs dangling over the edge as he was scribbling words into his notebook, bopping his head along to a beat and melody only he could hear. The sparkling reflections on the Han river all the way down there always inspired him a lot and one of the greater advantages of being Seoul’s one and only Spider-man was the prime view on all the pretty lights below brightening more and more as the sky above turned a dark shade of blue.

Despite all the beauty around him, Jisung let out a frustrated sigh. Why do none of the lines work out? Why isn’t it coming together the way it’s supposed to? With a little more strength than intended he crossed out some of his notes, tossed the notebook into the general direction of his backpack and let himself fall back, laying down on the roof with his gaze towards the sky, watching the clouds passing by. The traffic noises were much more quiet up here but still a buzzing in the background that didn’t help Jisung’s focus at all. He felt restless, unsettled; he needed to move, he decided, and sat up again, scooting back from the roof’s edge and tied the double knots in his sneakers again.

Quickly, he grabbed his backpack, threw pen and notebook in there to accompany two of his comic books and his big headphones, closed the zipper and strapped on the bag over his dark blue hoodie jacket. The summery warmth would still cling between the high buildings so he left the zipper open and only pulled the hood over his head, then his mask over the lower part of his face, covering his nose and mouth but leaving his eyes and forehead free. He had toyed around with full-face masks and tighter, sportier suits for a while but he was much more comfortable in his wide jeans, simple t-shirt and hoodie, being able to feel the wind in his hair as he took his swings from one street corner to another.

Another of Jisung’s favourite things was the drop. Granted, the whole jumping-from-buildings-business had been really scary at first when he wasn’t able to control his new-found powers properly - before he became Spiderman he hadn’t even been able to control his normal, non-superpower limbs properly most of the time - so it had taken some time for him to finally take a leap (literally and figuratively) of faith an just… jump, letting himself fall, knowing and trusting he’d be able to catch himself anytime. He felt most powerful when he was racing to the ground, right before he stretched out his arm and let webfluid shoot from his wrist.

Most people were too busy waiting at traffic lights, hurrying home or making phone calls to notice him as he practically flew through the streets, above their heads. Yeah, he was pretty damn grateful he didn’t have to bother with walking or waiting at street crossings anymore and swinging from one building to the next, speeding through the streets of his hometown always had the wonderful effect of clearing his mind, sharpening his supernatural senses. It was a wholly different and much superior way of experiencing his environment, when he could blend out the noises in his head and solely focus on the city pulsating around him.

That was exactly why he almost swung right into a wall when he heard a scream for help - it had disturbed the city's rhythm, his rhythm. Sigh. Oh well, he wasn’t Spider-man only for himself. He knew it was his responsibility to use his powers to help people in danger, even when he was in the middle of curing a nasty writer’s block. So he changed course to where the screams came from, steady in his pace again. The shouts of “Help! We need help!” got louder and Jisung got more nervous. He wasn’t that good at fighting crime and rescuing people yet, he had only done this a handful of times and he hoped desperately that one day the pang of uneasiness that spread every time as his brain was processing what he was about to do would disappear.

Another shout. He took a deep breath and tried to fully concentrate on the task ahead instead of his insecurities. Maybe it was only somebody’s cat stuck somewhere really high again? That had been his first rescue. Cute, yet slightly insane, orange cat stuck on a roof. But he had to be prepared for everything, now that he had decided to build some sort of reputation for himself.

“Help!! Help, here's someone in danger!” The voice was really near now. Voices, actually, one cursing, a darker one shouting for help. How hadn’t he seen anyone yet? He swung onto the next roof and halted for a moment.

“Hello? I’m here to help, I just can’t see you,” Jisung shouted to the streets, no idea what else he could have done to announce his presence.

“Oh, thank God. You’re that Spider-kid, right? There’s- My friend- Gosh, he just hangs there, he’s been in distress for- I don’t know, he’s been hanging here for I while and-”

“And I don’t know how long I can still hold myself so hurry-the-fuck-up!” That was the second voice.

“Yeah yeah, it’s Spider-man, by the way. But I still have no idea where you are. Are you like… really high up or-”

“Down here, you idiot. Not everyone can reach the rooftops as easily as you can!” The second voice again. Yes, this guy definitely sounded a lot more strained than the first one.

Figures, thought Jisung, if he’d been holding his own weight for a while now. And in a dress too. Maybe it got stuck somewhere while the guy was doing some sort of parkour challenge?

Normally, Jisung would consider his creativity and imagination strengths that had helped him through a couple quite dire situations, but looking back to this particular case… Yup, he definitely would have appreciated it more if his brain had questioned what he had heard for at least a moment before making up an elaborate backstory for a situation that, well, wasn’t quite as he understood it to be.

As the two figures finally came into sight, one hanging from a metal rod that served as a connection between two flat roofs (for reasons beyond Jisungs’s understanding), the other standing safely on one of the roofs, Jisung shifted fully into superhero mode. One athletic somersault, two powerful swings and a graceful landing later, he found himself next to the first guy - and was surprised to see that the darker voice he had heard belonged to a kid around his age, his boyish face littered with freckles over his cheekbones and button nose. Somehow, he had pictured a more grownup person. But okay. Now was not the time to be distracted by that. The second guy still needed his help with the dress.

Quickly, Jisung mapped out a smooth rescue in his head and then took a running start, so it was a little anticlimactic as he slipped rather ungracefully after three steps. Luckily, he caught himself again, cringing internally at his own clumsiness, as he jumped from the edge of the roof, shooting a string of webfluid with one hand as the other grabbed the hem of the guy's dress. It was pulled down easily enough, successfully freeing the clearly also teenaged boy from the piece of clothing.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

Jisung flinched so hard at the angry scream, he let go of the fabric in his hands and almost missed his laning on the next closest roof. Okay, something had gone wrong.

“DIDN’T YOUR FRIEND SAY SOMETHING ABOUT YOU BEING STUCK IN THIS DRESS??”

“Oh my God- YONGBOK-AH, WHY DID YOU GET THE MOST INCOMPETENT SUPERHERO EVER TO RESCUE ME??”

Jisung cringed again, beginning to slowly understand what had just happened here. Yeah, with this kind of miscommunication, he had really earned it to be called incompetent.

“I SAID, HE WAS HANGING THERE! IN DISTRESS! REALLY, WHAT MADE YOU THINK THE DRESS WAS THE PROBLEM HERE??” That was the deep voice again. Yongbok, as Jisung had learned.

He was too embarrassed to say anything more as he went swinging back again to pick up the boy that was now hanging there, wearing nothing but boxers and a pair of socks. Jisung landed squatting on the rod, keeping his balance with ease.

“Sorry, you can... um, just let go, I’ll catch you,” he said, now at a normal volume.

The other boy muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a brutally sarcastic “Very trustworthy”. But he let go with nothing much but a quick squeal. Jisung jumped right after him, catching the boy by the waist and pulling him in.

“Now hold on.”

Another sarcastic comment. But Jisung was too focused on getting the two of them on stable ground again to understand it.

There was an awkward silence after they landed next to Yongbok and the formally-hanging boy had let go of Jisung, bringing some distance between them as Jisung himself was desperately trying to find his speach again.

“Um… Sorry, again, for… you know, that messy… whatever. I… I’m still new to… err… well, all this. So yeah, sorry, um…” Jisung stammered out, grinning apologetically as he was met with scowling face.

“Minho.” Ah. Minho. Still looking at Jisung with that stern expression.

“Ah. Yeah, sorry, Minho… Is there anything else I can help you guys with? Or should I just… go?”, he asked in quiet, almost careful tone.

Minho raised his eyebrows without giving an answer, a certain expectation clearly written on his face.

Dumbfounded, Jisung just stared back at him. How was he supposed to know what that meant? He was not a mind-reader!

His eyes darted towards Yongbok for a moment, who looked strangely amused by this whole interaction. So no help from him either.

Jisung’s gaze shifted back to Minho, whose face, in the meantime, had been drained of all the expectations, making room for a dry, resignated glare, as his eyes flashed downwards for a short moment. Jisung’s eyes followed the movement and- oh.

Yup, that was definitely the lowest point of this stupid disaster mission.

“I’ll.. I’ll go get the dress,” he murmured and hurried to where the dress had slipped from his grip, returning to Yongbok and Minho in a heartbeat.

“Thanks,” Minho said pointedly, immediately taking the dress from Jisung's hands and putting it back on, “That would be all.”

Jisung was dead-set on leaving as fast as possible, but… there was still something that- How the fuck did Minho manage to get into this situation in the first place? He opened his mouth to say something.

“Don’t even ask. You don’t want to know. And even if you did, I wouldn’t tell you.” Another glare. Yongbok couldn’t hold back a giggling laugh now though. So that was that.

Sigh.

“Well, um.. goodbye then," Jisung said, defeat clear in his voice, as he turned around to disappear in the heights of Seoul’s skyscrapers again.

“Bye, Spider-kid. I’ll try to get stuck at high places more often now. You clearly need training before you can call yourself Spider-man.”

Wait. Had that been… a cheerful tone? Jisung turned around again and saw Minho smiling, now clearly amused by the absurdity of it all as well.

“Mmh, can’t wait,” he added with another awkward grin. “See you around then.”

Then he jumped out of sight.

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Meteorteeth Fanfic - MADE BY AI

This fic is not intended to be taken seriously in the slightest. It was made by Dreamily.ai, and I only wrote the beginning and fixed grammar errors. It's probably meant to be fluff, but was turned into probably the funniest fanfic i've ever read. Anyways, please do enjoy this dumpster fire!!

Notes: Friday Night Funkin', Vs. Void, RM Void Au, Fluff (Intention), Comedy (How it turned out), Meteorteeth (Monster X Void), Kissing, Romance, Cursing, Not a serious fic at all, Suggestive (i guess??)

Monster was in his room, trying out different dresses. Why? Just for fun. The one he was currently wearing was a black silk dress with a very faint maroon fade out. It had white glitter on it that glistened with every movement Monster made. He smiled in the mirror. Monster thought he looked very pretty and was doing silly little poses. That was quickly interrupted by Void, his boyfriend, walking in on him.

"You look like an idiot," said Void.

"Oh hush. It looks good on me." Monster replied.

Void shook his head in exasperation.

"How long are you gonna be like this?" said Void.

"Until you admit I look good." replied Monster.

"I'm not admitting anything until you put on something else," said Void.

"Okay. Okay! Fine!" said Monster, getting up to get dressed. He changed into another outfit before coming back to the main floor of the apartment.

"You're still looking bad." noted Void.

"So what? You love me anyway." Monster smirked.

Void rolled his eyes.

"Yeah whatever." Void replied.

"So how do I look?" asked Monster again.

"Better than before." replied Void, giving Monster a small peck on the cheek.

"Thanks." said Monster, giving Void a quick kiss.

They were interrupted by their roommate, AiKotoba, coming through the front door. "...What are you guys doing?" AiKotoba asked.

Monster and Void looked at each other, both blushing and avoiding eye contact.

"...Nothing." replied Monster.

"We just decided we should watch a movie together, that's all." said Void.

"And you didn't invite me over?!" exclaimed AiKotoba.

"Sorry. I forgot." Replied Monster.

"We're just making out." added Void.

"That's gay." commented AiKotoba.

"And?" snapped Monster.

AiKotoba held their hands up in mock surrender and said, "Alright fine. Whatever floats your boat."

AiKotoba went into their room and shut the door.

"Wow..." muttered Monster. "That escalated faster than expected."

Void just chuckled, and then gave Monster a quick kiss on the lips.

Monster grinned and returned the kiss. Their kissing session continued for a while longer. They finally pulled away when they heard the bedroom door open and AiKotoba came out.

"I hate you two." they mumbled, heading down the stairs.

Monster and Void burst out laughing.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me!" shouted AiKotoba.

"Sorry, sorry," replied Monster, calming down. "It's just... you're really funny!"

AiKotoba glared at Monster.

"Whatever." they huffed. Then they left.

As soon as the front door closed, Monster sighed dramatically, leaning against the wall. "Man, I love them but can you imagine how much s**t they'd give us if we started dating?"

"Agreed." said Void, walking over to Monster. He gently put his arm around Monster.

"But it'd be funny to watch." Monster finished.

Void nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, Monster grabbed Void and threw him onto the couch. Monster sat down right next to him.

"What the-" began Void.

Then suddenly Monster leaned down and kissed Void passionately. Void wrapped his arms tightly around Monster's waist.

The two remained locked together for some time. Eventually, Monster broke off, panting slightly.

"Did you just...?" gasped Void.

"Maybe." Monster smirked, kissing Void again.

They eventually calmed down, and the pair cuddled on the couch.

This lasted about three hours before someone knocked on the door.

"Can you please answer that?" asked Void.

"Sure thing." said Monster, hopping off the couch and going to open the door. Once it opened, Monster saw none other than AiKotoba on the other side, holding a bag filled to the brim with groceries.

"Is it even possible for you two to make out without me finding out?" asked AiKotoba.

"Nope!" Monster answered immediately, giving Void a quick kiss.

AiKotoba looked from Monster to Void, raising an eyebrow. "So... what were you two doing?" they questioned.

"Well..." began Monster.

He and Void glanced at each other and smirked, deciding to tell AiKotoba. They proceeded to tell AiKotoba everything. They told their friend what happened during their makeout session, which led to laughter from AiKotoba.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice sooner." stated AiKotoba.

"Really?!?" asked Monster.

"I mean, considering the fact that I live here, I've seen a lot more intimate acts between my roommate and your roommate. And since it was only three weeks ago that you two first tried this whole 'kiss' thing, it would make sense."

After a few moments of silence, Monster spoke up. "Wait... how did you know?"

"I'm not sure. But I have my suspicions. You two aren't subtle. Besides," said AiKotoba, "the only person who could've possibly given you two the idea was Kaeya. When you guys were watching some dumb show on Netflix last week, you talked about wanting to make out. So naturally, I figured you two were thinking about something like this."

"You're so smart." praised Monster.

"Thank you." responded AiKotoba, blush forming on their face.

"I'll let you two get back to what you were doing now." said AiKotoba, turning around and leaving.

Once AiKotoba closed the door behind them, Monster and Void both turned towards each other and giggled.

"You got lucky." teased Void.

"Yep." Monster confirmed, giving him a smirk.

"Hey, don't you dare." warned Void.

"Make me." laughed Monster.

Void groaned and rolled his eyes.

"You know, I just thought about something," Monster said. Void turned his head to face Monster. "Hmm? What is it?" Void asked.

"Kaeya hasn't come home yet. Then again, he might just be working overtime again." Monster stated.

"That does happen sometimes. Maybe you're right." replied Void.

The pair fell silent again, both lost in thought. After sometime they heard their door open.

"Hello boys." said Kaeya. "I brought pizza rolls." he said, setting the bags on the kitchen table.

"Pizza rolls?!?" shrieked Monster.

"Don't act so shocked. I thought you loved those things." said Kaeya.

"Of course I love them! They're delicious." answered Monster.

"Cool." Kaeya said. "Geez, I'm exhausted after today. I think I'm gonna go take a nap." Kaeya then walked out of the room to his own room.

Once Kaeya had gone, Monster and Void shared a look.

"Do you think he suspects something?" whispered Monster.

"Probably. He usually does." said Void. "Though that doesn't necessarily mean anything bad," he added.

"True," said Monster. He then yawned, stretching.

"You tired already?" asked Void.

"Well yeah. It's been a long day." admitted Monster.

"Me too." said Void. He stretched himself and sighed happily. "It felt great to be able to relax for once."

Monster smiled and looked at his boyfriend. Then he leaned forward and lightly kissed him.

Void closed his eyes and melted into the kiss.

"I guess we can go to sleep now," said Monster.

"Sounds good." replied Void.

Both men laid down on the couch, with Monster on top of Void.

"Love you." whispered Monster.

Void chuckled. "I love you too."

The couple spent the rest of the night cuddling together, with Monster occasionally putting his hand on Void's face or on his chest.

As they drifted off to sleep, they felt nothing but happiness. Nothing could break that happiness.

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celestialjupe · 1 year

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Girlblogging: 1/11/23 20:46

Today was weird but chill? i woke up violently hungover, which was surprising. I went to the bar with my dad last night, i had a lemon drop martini and a shot of fireball, from the bar we went to kroger and i got a six pack of these twisted tea things. When i got home i realized they were only 4% so naturally, i drank four as quickly as possible....that was my mistake. It was overall a pretty chill hangover though, i threw up twice and slept my day away. also got my period..slay.

After i woke up i joined a livestream with some of my friends and after a bit decided to take a shower. I have a friend I'm not talking to currently, and today is her birthday and i wrote a message out to send but decided that might be a bad idea. I mean, it's kind of selfish to send a message to someone on their birthday when yall arent talking, right? idk the night is young and i don't want to throw her off by sending a message, i do feel shitty though, about the whole situation, mainly because im so confused lmao. Overall, i figured if she wanted me to say something then we would probably still be talking right? Plus, all i could think of was everytime a friend of mine gets a message from someone they aren't talking to on their birthday, and they never feel good about the message, regardless if the gesture was genuine. So overall it seems like something you do when you just want to make yourself feel good, but there's a lack of self awareness in taking that sort of action i think. It does suck though, but I'm okay with that, i just hope she enjoys her birthday and idk i hope it's the best one yet because she deserves the best.

Anyways, i think the playlist i put together for january is actually so good. I always like my monthly playlists obviously, but this one is really matching my mood so far. I've listened to it all the way through a few times already, which i usually never really do, at least not in one day. I'm going to catch up tonight and do my laundry and clean my bathroom. my room is still clean, but i could organize it a bit more. I'm a lot happier since i've stopped transiting my 8-12 houses, right now im transiting through my first house so thats been nice and i feel like i am finding a lot out about myself. I'm also so so happy that the holidays are finally over. It's nice to have alone time again, i always feel completely strung out by thanksgiving, and then comes christmas. It's torture! i dont get it! I did have a good christmas this year though, i think im starting to understand my extended family on a new level and thats so cool. Regardless, i think I'd rather chill alone, but i feel guilty about that obviously , because i do love and care for my family, especially as i get older. Memories soften, ya know? Thanksgiving was hard though, november in general was hard. And seeing everyone just really highlighted this rejection wound which kind of sucks because you sit there and you wonder why you're so different from all of your family, and you wonder why that difference makes it hard for them to talk to you, and then you wonder how they knew about that difference before you did. THEN you have to realize that no one is talking to you because you're the one being quiet, sitting there overanalyzing everything, when its supposed to be easy. Talking to your family is supposed to happen naturally and smoothly, and you're the one with the problem because for you it doesn't come naturally. Tough, girthy pill to swallow but i think i finally got it down this thanksgiving, because christmas came with ease. So, I'm thankful for that.

I also think the amount that i think is rotting my brain. Like shhhhh...shh...shh stop talking to yourself and start doing actual things. Actual things are fun, sitting in the same spot for hours and reminiscing on every negative experience you've ever had is not fun. I also heard something the other day thats maybe kind of silly, but it put a lot into perspective for me. Someone said that the way you spend your day to day is the way you live your life. first of all, duh. second of all thats literally the most profound discovery and i can't believe i haven't thought of that! what the fuck? So, I've really been putting in an effort to be more mindful and present instead of living in my head because im getting nothing done with that. I'm thinking of sobering up too, at least with alcohol. The hangovers are not worth it, and i just feel like it's not as fun as it used to be, plus i think i have a bad handle on my limitations. I don't get extremely white girl wasted or anything, but theres been a few times where i start to pass out and i worry that i might have given myself alcohol poisoning and my dad is gonna find me dead and drunk and that would be terrible i would be dead but i would still feel so bad if my dad had to find me, like fucking idiot!!! anyways yeah, plus being drunk is like, the opposite of being mindful and present. So it seems i have more reasons to sober up than to not sober up, drinking doesn't really serve me. Just like psychedelics always drag me down a bit, at least acid does really really drag me down. Acid is confusing because the entire time you're on it you're just like, jesus christ why did i do this? SIX MORE HOURS? oh god what if it never ends, what if this is just my life now? and then you still take it again, i don't get what that's all about. I haven't done acid since july, and that trip was cool but it also kind of sucked. It made me really self-concious and reclusive afterwards. Then i did shrooms a few times and stopped in august. My shroom trips are usually pretty cool, shroom trips are just like: YOU HAVe A LIFE!!! YOU FUCK!!! A LIIIIFEEE!!!!!!! The last time i did them, it hit me in the shower, and i knew i had done too much, but the good thing about shrooms is you can just watch fantasia and then its pretty much over, so thats what i did. I sat in my bed and just focused on fantasia, which is one of my favorite movies now, it's impossible to have a bad trip to fantasia. After fantasia i had this realization that i spend a lot of my time being miserable, so i just decided to not be miserable anymore. It's not quite that easy, especially when you're insane, but it did help! I think i might watch fantasia tonight actually, im overdue for a rewatch.

That's all i have for today. Thank you if you took the time to read! please eat well, stay hydrated, and focus on what you love!!

#girlblogging

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d0llpie · 3 years

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HOOOOLY HECK HI YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN YES uh okay s o. if I remember correctly I saw a work by you about chubby! reader which is what I've been looking for!!! I was wondering if you could do 46, 42, 39, and 41-based hc's for seijoh 4 by any chance? or Matsukawa (i haven't seen any x chubby!reader works for matsuwukawa and it drives me insa n e) and/or any of the seijoh 4 you prefer to write for most? thank you so much!!!!! <3

Seijoh Four, chubby reader scenarios

Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Matsukawa x reader, Hanamaki x reader

content warnings: suggestive nsfw for iwaizumi, food mentions + feeling guilty, very very slight assault, swearing

Prompt: “You don’t think i can pick you up?” “I don’t think i could love you any more than i already do” “I hate seeing you cry” “Don’t fucking touch them”

a/n: Hii love ! Thank you for the request ! i did one prompt for each boy so they have very different scenarios, hope you enjoy <333

wc: 2.7k

Oikawa “I don’t think i could love you anymore than i already do”

- Dating Oikawa required you to be pretty secure and confident

- He was the great king, known for his looks and admired by many fans, many of who you thought were prettier than you

- You never brought this up with him, he was always so strong, a confident leader, it’s why you loved him

- You also knew he overworked himself and that you and Iwaizumi were the only ones able to make him take a break

- You didnt need to stress him over silly things like your inferiority

- He loved you and you never doubted that, still, you couldn’t help but grow quiet as you were pushed away from the team by a swarm of pretty, thin, perfect fangirls who came to congratulate your boyfriend

- “Oi Shittykawa we have to pack up” Iwa noticed you seemingly growing smaller, fiddling with your hands as you stared at the girls surrounding him

- “Iwa-chan you’re so impatient, where’s y/n?” you looked up and tapped his shoulder from behind him, earning many glares from his fangirls

- “Ah there she is!” he cradled your face and gave you a peck on the lips before taking your hand in his, his fangirls scoffed but if he noticed he didn’t react

- You on the other hand just wanted to go home, usually you were good enough at fighting off these thoughts but today you just couldn’t shake them

- “Tooru, can we go?” you tugged on his sleeve and he turned to you before wincing slightly “Tooru where are your knee pads!” you scolded him

- “Ahaha sorry girls, i have to go know, thank you for your support, i appreciate it very much!” the group whined and shot you glares, blaming you for his early leave

- “Iwa, his knee is busted can you help” you slipped his arm around your shoulder and waiting for Iwa to take the other side

- “y/n-chan please, i don’t need help” you glared at him and he shut up, Iwa took his other side and you started to walk

- You were so caught up in your thoughts of insecurity and worry for Oikawa that you didn’t hear him ask you a question

- “y/n-channn why are you ignoring me, i’m sorry, i swear i’ll rest all day tomorrow” you looked over to him “i’m sorry baby what did you say?” he frowned before making you stop walking

- “i asked what was wrong, you’re really quiet” you smiled up at him “oh it’s nothing baby, how is your knee?” he huffed out in frustration, he hated when you did this, knowing you hated when he did it too

- “y/n. don’t do that, talk to me” you sighed “it’s dumb” you fiddled with the ends of your hoodie, pulling it out to make it appear looser

- “If you’re insecure right now i’m gonna kick ur ass with my broken knee :(“ you giggled at him lightly before smacking him “i know i told you it was dumb..”

- He frowned again “baby, you always make me talk about what’s really going on, i need you to do the same so i can help you..” he was right.. “It’s just, i don’t know, your fangirls today were staring at me a lot and they’re all so skinny and pretty and i just-it went to my head”

- He pouted before cupping both your cheeks “i don’t think i could ever love you more than i already do.. You have no idea how often i think i’m not enough for you baby, but you’re so much more than enough for me j couldn’t possibly be with anyone else, no one could treat me the way you do, you’re perfect in my eyes”

- A stray tear fell down onto his thumb as he swiped it away “Kawa of course you’re enough! You’re so talented and perfect, you always communicate with me and put effort into everything you do i’m so proud of you, please don’t doubt yourself!” he laughed at your scolding “how can you be so blind”

- You smiled at him as he pressed his lips against yours, pulling you against his body as he deepened the kiss “oi shitheads! hurry up!” You broke apart to see Iwaizumi ahead of you both waiting impatiently

- You laughed before taking his hand and continuing to walk, squeezing his hand lightly

Iwaizumi “i hate seeing you cry”

- You felt so guilty, you had just eaten what you thought was way too much cake and were now crying in front of the mirror

- You couldnt seem to find anything about yourself attractive, everytime you saw your reflection your eyes zeroed in on your flaws

- You grabbed at your stomach, your sides, everywhere you could while looking into the mirror with red puffy eyes

- Iwaizumis footsteps could be heard approaching your room, you quickly turned around and threw on one of his hoodies, trying to find some pants

- He opened the door to see you in his hoodie and some panties and immediately smirked “hi baby, what’re trying to do?” you shot up and slowly turned to face him, tugging the hoodie down as far as you could

- His smile dropped when he saw your tear stained cheeks and red eyes “y/n? what happened baby cmere” he pulled you into his chest, rubbing up and down your back before bringing you to the bed to sit on him

- You tried to speak but your eyes welled up with tears again “Haji, i need to get some pants..” you whispered, afraid your voice would crack if you spoke any louder and he felt his heart sink

- “Hey hey, tell me what happened” he smoothed your hair down before kissing your forehead, resting his hands on your hips

- he squeezed your hips reassuringly, a habit of his, but you tensed up. He put two and two together and sighed “i hate seeing you cry”

- “i just- don’t you want me to lose weight?” you looked up at him, wiping your tears on the ends of his hoodie while he gripped your hips harder

- “what the fuck are you talking about” he grunted before moving his hands to your ass “i love your body, i love all of you and i intend to spend the rest of my life reminding you how much i love you.” you smiled tearily at him and he kissed you firmly

- he began smoothing his hands over your ass and you chuckled at him “what’re you doing Haji?” “oh c’mon, you look so beautiful in my hoodie what do you expect, you’re always so beautiful..” he kissed you again, rougher this time before leaning back to throw his shirt off

- “I’m going to prove to you just how attractive i find you okay?” you nodded, he gripped the ends of his hoodie, trying to pull it off you but you held it down “wait-“ you looked into your lap, he sighed softly lifting your chin with his thumb and forefinger “if you don’t want to that’s okay baby, but if you don’t want me to see you because you’re insecure i’m going to have to beat you up for thinking badly about the love of my life.”

- You chuckled before kissing him again, letting him take off the hoodie “i love you haji..” “i love you too baby”

Matsukawa “don’t fucking touch them”

- You were out at a bar with Issei and Hanamaki, it had been a while since you’d hung out with your boyfriends best friend and you were all free after work and decided to grab drinks

- Since you’d been there, Issei had had a strong grip around your waist, making you sit on top of him and gripping your thighs every chance he got

- He only got like this when he was jealous but you don’t know why he’s been acting this way in front of Hanamaki

- You were talking to Hanamaki about an angry customer at work when Isseis hold around your middle tightened “baby i’m going to the bathroom you’re trying to squeeze the alcohol out of me” you chuckled getting off his lap and giving him a kiss on the cheek

- “be safe” you nodded before heading to the bathroom, wondering why he was acting so strange, you couldn’t tell but someone across the bar had been eyeing you up since you came in

- You were walking back out when someone stopped you in the hallway “hi pretty/handsome” the man reeked of strong liquor and you tried to push past them but he caged you against the wall

- “it’s rude to ignore people, didnt nobody ever teach you any manners?” he started to slur, dropping his hand down to your body “Isse-“ you were cut off by his other hand covering your mouth

- You shoved him off of you, he looked angry, he was about to storm back towards you when a fist connected with his face, knocking him back into the wall behind him “don’t fucking touch them.”

- Issei spat at the man before grabbing you and pushing your head into his chest “i wasn’t, i don’t wanna touch a fatass like them anyway” this time it was hanamaki to punch him, knocking him to the ground

- He shook his fist “ah fuck, y/n, you okay?” you nodded, smiling at your friend before looking up at Matsukawa who was looking down at you concerned

- “i’m okay baby, really, thank you” he hummed “i’m never letting you out of my sight again, i knew he was looking at you...you know you’re perfect right? don’t listen to him.” you nodded again, burying your face into his chest

- “i know, let’s just go home mkay? you both need to get some ice on your hands” Issei smiled, kissing the top of your head before taking his jacket off and putting it on you

- After you’d iced hanamakis hand and said your goodbyes you were on the couch with Matsukawa “Issei what’s up baby?” he was scowling at the wall so you sat down beside him

- “i just don’t understand how he had the nerve, i mean what a fucking ass.” you hummed, tracing your fingers over the tattoo on his arm, knowing it calmed him down

- He pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him “you’re okay though right?” you pushed your thing in between his brows to make him stop frowning, “yes baby i’m fine! please stop stressing” you kissed his forehead and he sighed, burying his face in your chest

- “i love you, and your body” he squeezed you tighter into his embrace, mumbling into your chest and you stroked his hair “i love you too Issei, honestly you’re more worked up about this than me, let’s go to bed okay?” he hummed, standing up with your legs wrapped around his waist before carrying your to bed

- He collapsed onto the mattress, on top of you, cuddling back into your chest with your legs tangled as you fell asleep in each others arms.

Hanamaki “you don’t think i can lift you?”

- Hanamaki was on his way home from work, he had texted you many times but you didn’t answer, you were fast asleep on the couch with one of your favourite shows playing in the background

- He tried to call you to see if you wanted him to bring anything home but you still didn’t answer, he was slightly worried so he tried to get home faster

- When he entered the house he called out “y/n? i’m home” he moved further into the house, seeing you fast asleep in the couch and he smiled

- He brushed the hair out of your face before flicking your forehead “dumbass you shouldn’t fall asleep on the couch” you stirred in your sleep but didn’t fully wake up

- He lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom before putting you under the covers. He went to take a shower hoping you’d wake up by the time he got out

- You woke up in your bed confused, you could’ve sworn you were on the couch, you figured you’d woken up and came to the bed to sleep

- The sound of the shower turning off alerted you to Hanamakis presence and you jumped out of bed “maki? hi love!” you kissed his cheek as he finished drying off his hair “hi, how was ur nap?” you smiled “good, didnt mean to sleep for so long, i haven’t made anything to eat”

- “it’s okay, your food sucks anyway” you stuck out your tongue as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, moving back into the bedroom “you look tired, c’mon i’ll carry you back to the couch while i check the fridge”

- you looked over at him confused before scoffing “yeah right” he looked over at you “what?” you raised your brow at him, gesturing your hands down your body before laughing softly

- He was quite offended to be honest “you don’t think i can lift you?” you looked over at him as if it was obvious before trying to exit the room.

- He ran over and pulled you into a hug from behind “excuse me, who do you think carries your sleepy ass from the couch to bed everytime you fall asleep watching your stupid shows?” you turned around in his hold “i walk?” he scoffed, you were serious?

- without warning he hoisted you up in his hold, smirking proudly at your flustered reaction “what were you saying about my big beefy muscles?” you rolled your eyes, tapping him to let you down, instead he began walked to the kitchen

- “maki put me down!” you tried to get out of his hold which earned you a slap on the ass “shhh, gosh i can’t even be a nice boyfriend!” he whined before putting you down on the couch

- “you’re welcome your highness” he bowed and you giggled “okay okay you can lift me” “hell yeah i can babe, these guns aren’t for show, plus, you’re a lot lighter than you think you are”

- you blushed at his words and he leaned in to kiss you sweetly “alright i’m checking the fridge, you can watch your show again but when i come back we’re watching something else okay?” you nodded before smiling, pulling Makis hoodie up to your nose and inhaling deeply

- You both settled into the couch and ate leftovers for dinner, talking about your days. After you finished you cleaned up before making your way back to the couch to settle in between Hanamakis legs

- You felt your eyelids growing heavy and you snuggled further into his chest before falling asleep. Maki felt your breathing slow and even out, he looked down and smiled at your sleeping face

- “i guess you’re making me do this again?” he sighed before pressing a kiss to your forehead, turning off the tv and slipping an arm under your legs and shoulders

- Once he carried you to bed for the second time that day he slipped under the covers with you, pulling you back into his chest and sighing “goodnight babe”

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Oblivious

A/N | This is just a little sweet fluff with Buckaroo. It’s also a late little happy birthday for @falcor-thee-luck-dragon! I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys!

Summary | You’d think Bucky wouldn’t be so oblivious but...he was.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.9k

Warnings | language

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky Barnes was a man of many talents and had a vast knowledge of a variety of things. Sometimes, however, things were so obvious and clear that they went right over his head. You could hit him in the face with a 2x4 and he wouldn’t know what happened oblivious. Like the fact that you, his girlfriend of almost a year, had the strange and peculiar ability to communicate with animals. You’d never hid it, nor explicitly told him about it, thinking it would be funny to see how long it would take him to catch on. 330 days (and counting) in and he hadn’t.

Bucky grabbed his phone, scrolling through his social media feeds quickly before pulling up Spotify and turning to his secret indulgence playlist - classical Italian Opera. Yeah. It was just a thing he had happened to really like for no particular reason. The only other living souls in his apartment with him were Archie, your black and white speckled mutt and Alpine, Bucky’s snow white cat. You were currently out of town for work and had asked Bucky if he minded watching Archie, to which he had of course said yes. It was no secret that Archie loved Bucky almost as much as you and vice versa - he was the goodest boy as Bucky had proclaimed. Plus, the cat and dog got along like they were old best friends.

Trailing into the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and pajama pants as Archie laid on the bed and offered him a dismissal look. Alpine was tucked into his side as she slept soundly, paying no attention to her owner.

As he turned on the shower and let the water warm up, he finished stripping off his clothes before deciding to sing along with his music as best as he could. Bucky didn’t speak Italian. It showed. But he was passionate about giving it all as he got ready to take on the day. Archie groaned as Bucky hit a particularly high note, burying his face under the soft duvet.

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“You ever gonna ask her the question?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky as the two men walked alongside the creek. Bucky had decided that ice cream and a walk for Archie were called for, so he’d taken advantage of the nice weather and gone outside. Missing your company, despite you only having been gone for a few days, he’d called up Sam and convinced him to meet up. Not that it took much convincing; the men were as thick as thieves, no matter how much they denied it. Co-workers, partners - best friends.

“Umm,” Bucky’s eyes widened as he almost choked on his ice cream, awkwardly coughing to cover up his nerves. Sam just snickered in response as he realized he already had his answer. After a moment he slowly nodded, “I have the ring...it’s been sitting in the sock drawer.”

“Sock drawer,” Sam snorted and shook his head as a flush of red colored Bucky’s neck and ears, “classic. When are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed as he broke off a piece of waffle cone and handed it to Archie, who had been listening in very intently, “I want to...but what if it’s too soon. We technically don’t even live together yet-”

“Doesn’t she like to spend her time at yours? She’s practically moved in...most of the stuff at your place is hers anyway,” Sam reminded him as Bucky made a small, noncommittal sound. It was true - when you’d first met Bucky his place had been minimal and bare. Now, with your time and touch, it felt like a home; a home you had lovingly built with him. Sam bumped Bucky’s shoulder with his, “just get it all done in one swoop. She’ll say yes.”

Archie made a small sound, agreeing with Sam as he rubbed his snout against Bucky’s thigh. He visibly relaxed as he nodded, hoping that this would be enough to psych him up, “I’ll think about it-”

“No thinking about it,” Sam tutted gently, “you’re going to do it. You’ve been a fool - a straight up head over heels in love fool - since you’ve met her. You’re going to ask.”

“Sam…”

“How long have you had the ring?”

“Sam.”

“Bucky.”

“A few weeks after we started dating,” Bucky cast his glance at the ground as warmth flushed up in his cheeks. He’d expected Sam to burst out in laughter, but luckily the other man said nothing, but a smile stretched across his features, “it seems so silly but you know..I just felt like I knew.”

“Sometimes you do,” Sam agreed, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him for a quick hug, “you just gotta do it, Buck. She won’t say no.”

Archie barked in response, looking between the two men, wagging his tail excitedly. Sam offered him a few pets before nodding in response.

“She comes home in a few days,” he couldn’t wait to pick you up from the airport and have you jump into his arms while he finally got to hold you again, “I’ve got until then to pluck up the courage.”

“Just don’t lay it on her right away…” Sam snorted as he picked Bucky running up to you immediately pouring his heart out to you. Not a good idea, “give her a moment to be calm and breath.”

“Shut up,” Bucky huffed as he finished the rest of his ice cream, “I’ve got this!”

“We’re all counting on that!”

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Bucky set the empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table as he tried not to sniffle too loudly. His eyes were misty and burning with unshed tears as he watched whatever cheesy romance he had randomly selected. He pulled the soft blanket he was curled up in higher, savoring the fact that it still managed to have a faint bit of your smell on it. Alpine was curled up on the back of the couch, snoozing away while Archie was laying next to him, his head resting on Bucky’s thigh. He was on and off sleeping, but had peeped open an eye when he first heard Bucky sniffle.

“They’re in love,” he whispered gently, unsure if he was speaking to himself or talking to his furry companions. He was scratching Archie’s ears as he watched the scenes play out on the screen, “but they can’t be together. Their families would never allow it.”

Archie huffed lightly as he burrowed further into Bucky’s touch. It was the first time he’d seen the man get so emotional over the movie. Bucky had feelings, plenty of them, of course, but there was something about the movie he’d picked, combined with how much he was missing you that caused him to just lose it. It was like the dam had burst and his emotions were out of control.

He sat back and watched the rest of the movie in silence, a few tears running down his cheeks as he watched the love story play out. By the end of the movie, Archie was fully in his lap and Alpine was resting on his chest, “he left everything behind for her, so they could start a new life together far away. They really were next to meant to be together. It’s beautiful.”

The furry little ones were absolutely going to tell you about this.

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Archie yawned and slowly stretched before hopping down from the couch and heading towards Bucky’s bedroom. He tried to nose the door open as he learned to do, but was stopped when he found that it was closed all the way. His head tilted in curiosity and whined softly as he tried to see if Bucky was awake so he would let him in.

As soon as he did, the dog regretted it. All he could hear coming from inside was the soft sounds coming from Bucky. Soft moans and sounds and gentle whispers of your name. His eyes widened as the dog took off down the hall and ran back into the living room, flopping down on his dog bed and cuddling up to Alpine as he tried to empty his mind. All the poor dog had wanted to do was to sleep in the big soft bed - not be scarred for life.

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“Bucky!” as soon as you’d gotten cleared and walked through arrivals and gotten your single bag, you’d kept your eyes peeled for Bucky. It didn’t take long to find him, standing near the back, blue eyes scanning the arrivals with a hopeful little smile on his face. You almost dropped your bag as you ran over to him. As soon as you were in arm’s reach, you dropped everything to the ground, and Bucky effortlessly scooped you up in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as he held you in a tight embrace, “James. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” he sighed in content, happy to have you in his arms once again. Everything about you set his soul on fire, as he held onto you as tightly as possible. After a moment, he slowly set you back down, but not before peppering your face in gentle kisses, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Bucky,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek, “you’re too much. I’m so glad to be home.”

“Not quite yet.”

“Sure I am,” you insisted quietly, “I’m here with you. You’re my home, Bucky.”

The small velvet box was practically burning a hole in his pocket as you looked at him like he was everything - your whole world (he was). Unable to form a proper sentence, he grabbed your face and pulled you close to him, crashing his lips onto yours, kissing you like you weren’t in the middle of a crowded airport. He could feel you smiling against his lips, reluctantly breaking apart from you only once you were both breathless.

“What was that for?” you asked shyly, feeling your face flush with warmth as he picked up your bags for you. You were watching him with pure adoration as he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together.

“Nothing,” he shrugged softly, “jus’ missed you is all, pretty girl.”

“I missed you too, Bucky,” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you more than all the moon and stars, pretty girl.”

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“What?” you asked as Archie came into the kitchen and sat down, watching you intently as you finished up the cookies you had been working. Bucky was busy with Sam that afternoon, so you’d decided to make a little sweet treat for both of you. You’d been home for a few days and fallen into an easy routine, having opted to stay with Bucky for the time being rather than going back to your own place, “you’ve got something to say, I can tell.”

Just missed you. I like when you’re home, you and Bucky. And Alpine.

“I missed you too, buddy,” you promised, leaning over to his head a gentle pet, “did you have fun while I was gone?”

Yes. Bucky takes good care of me. I like Alpine too. She’s nice.

“I happen to like them a lot too,” you grinned at your friend, “I’m glad you do too. I think...I really love him, Archie. I think, no, I know - he’s the one.”

He thinks so too. He told Sam you’re the one - and us too.

“Really?” you almost dropped the cookies you were plating up in surprise as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from squealing in excitement, “you’re not messing with me, are you?”

It’s true. He’s got...well, you’ll see. He likes romance movies apparently. And singing opera.

“Oh?”

He was watching a movie. He ate two bowls of popcorn and cried. He let me and Alpine sit on him though so it was okay. He sings opera when he showers in the morning. He’s not good but he tries.

“Archie! Don’t be a meanie,” you chuckled as you tried to picture the scene. It would have been hilarious to see. You’d always known Bucky had a soft side, you just didn’t know how soft, “but I will remember that and use it to my advantage when I want to watch a cheesy movie.”

Please do. He gives good pets when he’s in that mood. He always gives good pets.

“He’s a good man,” you grinned as you reached over the counter for a good treat that you easily tossed to him, “I really love him.”

He really loves you. One night I...never mind.

“No, no,” you shook your head as you waggled another treat at him, “out with it! Or I’ll hide all of your treats!”

Fine. But you didn’t hear it from me - I wanted to sleep in the big bed one night and the door was closed and I heard him. He was...saying your name.

Your brows narrowed in confusion for a moment as you pulled another treat out and twirled it in your fingers for a moment. Then you hit you, what he had meant, “oh. Oh. That is...good to know, I suppose.”

Not for me. I just wanted to sleep, not...hear that.

“Sorry buddy,” you snorted as you handed him another treat, “that will stay between us. Besides...he still doesn’t know we can communicate. I wonder if he’ll ever put two and two together?”

You could just tell him.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you teased as the door opened and Bucky walked in, a giant grin on his face. You looked at Archie and shot him a wink before turning to Bucky, “hello, my love. You’re just in time! Cookies are done and cooled!”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Bucky came over and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before petting Archie, “I love you. Is someone here? I could have sworn you were talking to someone…”

“Nope,” you (half) lied, covering up with a brilliant smile, “just me and the dog and cat.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, thinking it was just his imagination, “what’s all this? Cookies - whatever for?”

“Just because I love you,” you grinned as Archie groaned and laid down, “both of you!”

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You stopped for a moment to catch your breath as you reached one of the peaks of the small mountain you and Bucky were hiking. It was a glorious day so you’d decided there was no better plan than to get out and enjoy nature. He had no problem at any point, even offering to piggy back you when you’d grown tired; you’d just defiantly stuck your tongue out at the super soldier and carried on.

“This view is absolutely breathtaking,” you looked over the small cliff, admiring the tranquil expanse of the woods in front of you. Bucky was at your side, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a grin, “it’s pretty amazin’.”

“Bucky,” you turned around and rolled your eyes at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, causing you to break into a fit of giggles, “I’m all gross and sweaty!”

“Don’t care,” he insisted as his hands found purchase on your waist and pulled you closer against him, his lips already ghosting over yours, “jus’ want you, baby.”

“Bucky,” his name was soft on your lips, but before anything else could happen, you were stopped by a small, almost nervous little voice from up above.

Umm, hi! I don’t want to interrupt but…

You pulled back from Bucky for a moment before looking at the tree, where you found a small squirrel sitting on a branch and watching you both. Bucky was surprised for a moment but calmed when you gave his shoulder a squeeze and gently moved past him and towards your new friend.

“Hi,” you smiled at her and offered a smile, picking up an acorn and handing it over to her, “is everything alright?”

Oh yes. I just wanted to let you know there’s a big group of people coming. If you want some privacy you should go somewhere more secluded! They’re pretty loud, I don’t like big groups.

“Oh!” you giggled as you could only imagine the awkward scenario if you’d been caught, “thanks for the heads up! We’ll definitely get out of here. I’m sorry you have to deal with all the noise.”

It’s okay. I’m going back to my nest now! If you go down the hill, there’s a more private path that leads back down the mountain. There’s signs if you need them.

“Why thank you,” you grinned as you reached up and she let you pet her, “you’ve been very helpful. Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.“

No problem. I hope so too! Thank you for the acorn!

“Anytime,” you promised as she scurried away with her new treasure. You shook your head in amusement as you turned back around to Bucky, to find him watching you with wide eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, almost wondering if he was hallucinating. Had you just gone mad and tried to speak to a squirrel? You laughed lightly at the shocked look on his features, “oh.”

“What was...what was that?” he asked as you rejoined him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyes were still scanning the branch the small squirrel had just occupied.

“She was just warning us that there’s a group of hikers coming our way and we should find someplace more private,” you said as if it was no big deal. It didn’t help Bucky in the slightest.

“She? A warning...how….That was a squirrel!”

“I was wondering if you’d ever put two and two together,” you laughed, almost doubling over in laughter, “I...Bucky, I don’t know how or why but I can communicate with animals.”

“You can….how long?!”

“Ever since I’ve been a child?” you held up your hands in earnest, “its something I’ve always been able to do. I don’t advertise it, obviously because people generally think I’m crazy, but I would think you of all people understand. It’s just been...fun to wait and see if you’d ever figure it out.”

“All those times…” he ran a hand over his face in exasperation and disbelief as you watched him in amusement. He was a brilliant, smart man but sometimes he was so oblivious. You couldn’t love him anymore if you tried, “it wasn’t just...a one sided conversation. It all makes sense now. Wow, that’s amazing! What a wonderful thing to possess.”

“I’ve always liked it,” you agreed, “it’s different, you know? But special in its own way.”

“Wait…” he mused for a moment, “so all those times...oh. H-how much have Archie and Alpine told you? Have they always talked to you?”

“Yup,” you crossed your arms over your chest, as you watched his neck and ears turn red, “those two in particular are very animated and over the top. They’re the worst little gossip duo. Almost like you and Sammy.”

“Of course they are,” he groaned as you reached for his hand and pulled him towards. He gave you a sheepish grin as you pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, “they told you about the movie, huh?”

“Archie,” you confirmed, “but he did say you gave him the best pets.”

“Did he tell about...oh no,” this time his whole face was a brilliant crimson, “I-I…”

“Oh stop,” you teased, “I’m flattered and honored. It’s not like I don’t do the same when I’m not with you.”

“Really?” he perked up with pride as you just nodded in amusement, “well then. Wait - did he tell you about Sam?”

“He said you went on a walk with him but that was it,” you shrugged, “nothing really. I do know that he loves you and Alpine very much. And so do I, obviously.”

“Okay,” he relaxed slightly as you took his hand and started to lead him towards the more secluded path your little squirrel had told you about. The box in his pocket was once again burning a hole, “good.”

“Everything okay, Bub?” you asked as he just nodded, lips pursed as he fell into step behind you. Something was definitely off, but you weren’t going to push him on it. If anything, you knew he’d come around and speak his mind about what was going on. He usually always did.

A silence, one neither tense nor uncomfortable, fell over the two of you as you walked down the quiet trail. It was beautiful - lush greenery and newly bloomed plants everywhere. At one point you stopped and pulled out your phone to take a few pictures of the natural beauty. Bucky had been so lost in his own thoughts, his heart practically pounding in his chest and consuming every part of him that he almost bowled into you and knocked you over.

“James!” it was somewhere between a groan and laugh as he caught you in his arms in order to keep you from tumbling into a bunch of bushes. You were face to face with Bucky, looking at him intently as he steadied you, “alright, something’s up. Come on - out with it. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I umm...marry me?” all the speeches he had gone over and planned wet out the window as he just stared at you with nervous eyes. You’d been so taken aback by his sudden question that you took a step back and gave him a curious expression. Bucky’s stomach was in absolute knots as he wondered if he’d just fucked everything up.

“W-what?” your voice was a small squeak, as you tried to see if he was just pulling your leg. But his gaze never wavered, “what did you just ask me?”

“I…” he stopped over a moment before reaching into his pocket with trembling hands and pulling out a small box. Your eyes widened in response as you realized that was not joking at all, further evidenced when he popped it open and showed you the ring inside. Your mouth dropped open when it all came together, “I thought the whole proposal would go a lot differently than this but umm...yeah. Will you marry me? That’s what I’m trying to ask...I’m glad Archie hadn’t spoiled that for you.”

“No,” you shook your head as you already felt tears pricking at your eyes, “he definitely didn’t. I thought he might have been holding something back, but I...I had no idea.”

“I know it hasn’t even been a year yet, but I feel like when you know someone 's the one..you know,” he admitted softly, “and I know you’re the one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to call my wife...my everything.”

“James,” you looked between him and the ring a few more times before swallowing the lump in your throat, “gods, I am so in love with you. There was never a doubt in my mind that it was meant to be you. Yes, of course yes.”

“Really?!”

“Of course,” you beamed at him, “I love you, Bucky. You’re my forever.”

“Forever,” he breathed softly, “I like the sound of that.”

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scare you away

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: steve rogers has always been someone you looked up to. you always ignored your romantic feelings for him because he was much older than you. when he starts ignoring you, you realize you can’t hide your feelings anymore. (requested by anon)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: significant age gap, swearing

You walked into the kitchen, still only barely awake. You were greeted by Steve, who was chopping up an apple for breakfast. “Someone’s tired” he said, smirking as he looked over at you. You just leaned into his side, too tired to hold yourself up.

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You were so small in comparison to the muscular super soldier. You felt the butterflies appear in your stomach, just like they always did when Steve was around.

It was a stupid crush. He was old enough to be your dad even if you ignored the fact that he was technically over a hundred years old. You knew that he probably thought of you as just a kid.

What you didn’t know about was the huge crush Steve had on you. It made him feel horrible and creepy. You were so young and innocent, and he was an old man lusting over you. He was raised in a time where it was taboo to marry someone that was more than five years younger/older than you, but there he was: in love with a nineteen year old.

“Do you want to spar after breakfast?” He suggested, really only desperate for any excuse to see you. You slowly nodded your head. Your sleepiness was visible to the eye, from your half-open eyes to how you were practically moving in slow motion.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle and point towards the coffee machine. “I made coffee. It might wake you up” he said, amused as he watched your eyes light up.

You quickly walked over to the cabinet and reached for a coffee mug. You struggled to reach, even on your tiptoes. “Here you go, sweetheart” Steve said, easily grabbing it and handing it to you.

Once the coffee had passed your lips, you felt ready for the day. He handed you a bowl of apple slices. “Is this where you give me a lecture about how important breakfast is?” You teased, gladly accepting the bowl.

A small grin slipped onto his lips. To him, you were the human form of perfection. He loved hearing you giggle or watching you get excited. All of your silly jokes managed to put a smile on the old man’s face.

“I still hate that they made me do those dumb high school videos. They just made me seem like an old man” he said. You loved to tease him about those videos. It was a nice little inside joke that the two of you had.

You both ate together in quiet silence. Once you finished, you jumped down off your stool. “I’ll take care of your dishes” Steve volunteered, already taking them from you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Thanks. I’ll go get changed and meet you in the training room?” You suggested. He nodded in agreement, giving you a peck on the top of your head. You froze, shocked by the sudden action. He quickly apologized and bashfully looked down at the ground.

You felt the heat radiating off your cheeks as you walked back to your room.

Steve had always been a mentor to you, and you both were normally pretty affectionate. It wasn’t out of the normal for you two to be cuddling and watching a movie on a Friday night. There were sometimes when things would get a bit too affectionate, whether it was a kiss on the forehead or holding hands.

He always left you with a fluttering feeling and a schoolgirl smile on your face.

You grabbed a sports bra and some leggings out of your dresser and got changed. After throwing your hair into a ponytail, you headed down to the training room. You didn’t normally opt for a sports bra, but all of your athletic tank tops were dirty. So, you threw a light jacket over your sports bra.

You saw Steve through the giant glass windows. He was already lifting some weights. You opened the door, and he looked up to meet your eyes. He greeted you with a small smile.

When he turned around to set down his weights, you took the opportunity to admire his back muscles. You set down your workout bag and unzipped your jacket, throwing it on top of your bag.

Steve turned around to face you, and you saw his eyes go wide. You noticed his eyes roll down your body. Then, he forced himself to look up at your face. “I—ummm. I’m sorry” he mumbled over his words.

His cheeks were on fire as his face became bright red. He didn’t know where to look, so he settled for the floor. He was too ashamed to look into your eyes, but couldn’t stare at your body anymore.

“Actually...I can’t—I mean, I have to go,” his words were rushed and frantic. He didn’t even pick up his bag before quickly jogging out of the door. You were left all alone.

You looked back at where he had just stood, feeling nothing but confusion. You didn’t even know what to think. He hadn’t said much of anything before running out the door.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and went back to your room. You set your stuff back on your bed and heard people talking outside your door. You peeked out the door and saw Steve talking to Tony, Nat, Wanda, and Sam, who were all sitting on the couch.

You kept your door only cracked open, so they couldn’t see you. “Oh come on. Just tell her how you feel. It’s better than running around avoiding her” Natasha told him. Steve put his head in his hands. He had no idea what to do.

“She probably knows anyway. You aren’t exactly the most subtle. You two and your little movie nights” Sam said, chuckling. You wondered if Steve liked you and that’s what they were talking about. “You knew about that?” Steve’s cheeks became an even darker shade of red.

You could hear Wanda and Natasha whispering to each other about how cute you both looked when you were cuddling. You could feel your heart racing.

Did Steve really like you?

“Come on, Cap. How do you feel about her? Do you love her?” Tony asked, aiming for a serious answer.

The room was quiet for a moment. You thought they could hear your heart pounding as it rang in your ears. You stepped into the room, so you could hear better. They all saw you, but didn’t make any gesture so Steve wouldn’t know.

“Of course I’m in love in her. I think about her all the time. How could I not? She's the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and I love being around her. I love how she giggles when she tells jokes, and how she gets flustered when anyone compliments her. But at the end of the day, I am so much older than she is. She’d probably think I’m a creepy old man if she knew how I felt. She definitely doesn’t feel the same way, so what the fuck am I supposed to do?” He asked, running his hand through his blonde hair.

You couldn’t form the words to respond.

“Steve?” your voice sounded weak and vulnerable. He spun around and met your eyes. You saw the panic wash through him. “Oh shit” he mumbled to himself.

You could only think of one thing to say. “Is all of that true?” You asked him, still having a hard time believing. He nodded, but hung his head in shame.

“We’ll give you both a minute” Wanda said, before they all exited the room. You walked closer to Steve, but he still couldn’t look you in the eye. “Look at me” you said, softly.

His big blue eyes met yours, and you could see all of his worry. “So do you think I’m creepy yet?” His voice broke. You let your fingers slip through his, interlacing your hands. His eyes darted to your hands.

“I don’t think you’re creepy. I think you’re kind of cute” you said, bashfully. He tilted his head towards the side, confused by your words.

You watched his eyes glance down at your lips. “Can you just kiss me already?” You practically begged him. He chuckled before slipping his arms around your waist. He leaned in and slowly connected your lips.

He hesitantly pressed his lips against yours. Your grinned as you noticed his nervousness. You slid your tongue against his bottom lip, encouraging him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, toying with the ends of his hair. You both pulled away as you heard whistling. You looked over your shoulder and saw Sam watching you both.

“Come on, let’s go” Steve said, taking your hand and pulling you towards your room.

Sam wolf whistled again at the both of you. “Ignore him” Steve whispered in your ear, before closing the door behind you.

You laid down on your bed and pulled him down with you. “How about we watch a movie?” You suggested, running your fingers through his hair.

He nodded his head before adjusting himself on the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard, and let you sit in between his legs with your back against his chest.

You ran your fingers up and down his legs beside you as you started the movie. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“So why did you run out of the training room this morning?” You asked, glancing back at him. He chuckled to himself before answering you. “The sight of you in that sports bra. I felt like a creep ogling at you. I knew I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to freak you out” he told you, scratching the back of your neck.

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “I wish you would’ve told me that. I was having a hard time not staring you, Mr. Muscles” you teased, leaning into his touch.

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