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jamneuromain · 3 months

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Hii!!! I just read A Whiff of Blood and it was amazing!!! Omg its been a while since I read Lloyd being caring without having another motive. This is pure goodness 😍

I was wondering if there could be a scene where y/n asks to leave work early bc she has a date. Lloyd says fine but ends up at the same restaurant as her with Danny to spy🤣 and y/n saw them and this will be the first time she yells at her boss. how would the boss react? falling for her even more or trying to save his dignity and ego 😎

Hi babe! So sorry that this one-shot is taking forever to come out (and I've made a little adjustment to it :3 hope you don't mind

A Rush of Blood

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader, Lloyd is being a (surprisingly) softie(?

Summary: You asked whether you could leave early for a date, while Lloyd decided not to keep his feelings bottled up any more.

W/C: ~4.5k

A/N: This is the final sequel to A Whiff of Blood, Thank you for all your love for Mob!Lloyd<333

Lloyd can’t help but look at your empty seat for the fifth time in a row. The boring-ass meeting for the quarterly revenue of his properties drags on, yet you haven’t returned for a while now.

Lloyd checks his watch.

It’s been fucking two minutes and forty-two seconds since you excused yourself with your phone buzzing in hand.

The ticking watch gets him more annoyed and impatient by the second. Two minutes and forty-four seconds, two minutes and forty-five seconds, two minutes and forty-six - where the heck are you?

You pick up the call as soon as you reach your desk, “Allie?”

“Hey hon. Bad news, I’m stuck at the airport. There has been a huge blizzard here in Alaska and all flights are banned from taking off.” Allie remains her chirpy sound, but a hit of restraint peeks from her words.

Allie has been your friend since high school. You’ve bonded over the mutual love of boy bands during your teen years. Though you have moved on from your love of pop singers/bands, Allie maintains her enthusiasm for K-pop idols.

“I’m in the middle of a conference, so, sorry about making this short,” you sigh, “I assume they can’t get any plane in or out for today?”

You scheduled for fine dining with Allie at one of Lloyd’s restaurants later this evening. At this rate, you are no longer surprised if he owns the Hollywood landmark too.

“Not in this damn weather, no.” She curses under her breath, “Not for three days as far as I’m aware.”

“Jesus.” You rub your temple as it is throbbing, “Sorry about the weather. I’ll reschedule the dinner.”

“No… don’t be.” Her hesitation on the phone sounds slightly suspicious.

“Allie?” You raise your voice dangerously, “What did you do?”

“Don’t be mad,” she holds a pregnant pause, “I’ve got this really cute boy – he’s a year behind us, by the way – and he’s working now in LA, Scott McCall – that’s double C in McCall, and I planned to introduce you two during dinner.”

“The fu- Allie!” You whisper-yell in the phone, “You’re gonna dump me and let me have dinner with a completely random person?”

Allie squeezes a few dry laughs over the speaker, “Eh- Sorry?”

“You better pray there’s no plane in three days because I’m going to crawl through the phone lines and strangle you if I have the chance.” You sputter a curse, “And burn all your K-pop albums.”

She gasps, “NOT THE ALBUMS!”

Typical Allie.

“Seriously though, you had the chance of meeting him two months ago... at an exhibition. The gallery downtown near the bakery? The Retro-modern Exhibition? The one you left early? It took him a lot of strength to get to me and then to you, so … just try, okay? If it doesn’t work out, it’s fine.” Allie sounds unlike her usual self, “If it works out … I guess you’d have a great story to tell your kids.” She can’t help but joke at the end.

“Yeah yeah, ha-ha, very funny.” With a sigh, you agree to her match-making plan, “Fine. But I really have to go back to work now, ‘kay?” You roll your eyes instinctively when the other end of the phone passes a squeaky “yes” to your ears, “I’ll be there on time. Dinner, six thirty, he’d better not be late.”

“You’re my life-saver. Mwah! Love ya’ bye!” After blowing a kiss via mid-air, Allie hangs up the phone as if fearing you will regret your decision in less than a second.

You end the call at the same moment the door to the conference room swings open, and out came a few executives for his real estate.

“Sorry, Mr. Hansen,” you put your phone into your pocket, straightening your shirt because you have been leaning on your desk. You know how much Lloyd hates disturbance, and creases on a shirt.

Lloyd purses his lips with a frown, an expression he wears often to indicate he’s not happy.

“If it’s okay for you, Mr. Hansen, I’d like to leave early today.” You request rather boldly.

For three years of your work as a secretary, the only other time you left early was a medical emergency of your mother. She fell down the stairs, hit her head, and had a broken femur. Though it wasn’t much of a big deal when she was transferred to a ward later, it scared the hell out of you to take the call from the local hospital, telling you your mother was sent to the ER in an ambulance.

Lloyd was generous enough to grant you a week of leave, but you got back on Day 5 after making sure your mother was well and taken care of.

“Is your family alright?” He asks, clearly still remembering the last time when you got kidnapped on the street, for which he had to assign Claire – a bright young lady, whom you’ve grown fond of over these past weeks – to act as your bodyguard and occasionally your assistant. Under Lloyd’s orders, she went to oversee the security cam installation at your apartment door.

“They are fine.” You suppose it’s better to tell him the truth regarding your leave, rather than having him meet you in his restaurant a few hours later, “I uh… have a date tonight.”

“A date?” He raises his eyebrows, repeating syllable by syllable, “A date, you say?”

“Yes, a date.” It feels like a betrayal all of a sudden, a betrayal of your work ethic. Your throat tightens, “Ahem, I’ll be leaving at five, if that’s alright with you, Mr. Hansen.”

Lloyd studies you for a moment.

“Okay.” He shrugs, sounding carelessly, “If you finish the work for today.”

You are pretty sure that there’s no more itinerary for either Hansen or you after this meeting, but you still play your role as a dutiful secretary and ask, “Anything else you would like me to do?”

“Call James and tell him to pick up the loan I gave out to the Dawson scum, five mil’ in cash or non-bearer bonds. If Dawson returns even one dime short, I want his arm broken. And deliver the drycleaning to my place by five tonight. Tell my butler, while you’re at it, he can hold off the repair down at the basement, this can wait till January. And,” he pauses, “I want you to tell Dani, head to her place personally, and tell her that I’m cancelling the Cuban appointment.”

“Yes, Mr. Hansen.” You pick up the landline straight away, ready to dial James’ number.

“You are not taking any notes whatsoever.” Lloyd narrows his eyes, “What are the tasks I just gave you?”

Lloyd seems extra grumpy today, plus you are not a note-taker anyway. You cover the speaker with your palm, though puzzled as to why he’s moody all of a sudden, but comply with his demands, “Call James, collect the debt from Dawson; get the drycleaning to your house by five, and tell your butler Marlin not to rush on the basement repair; and lastly, tell Dani you’re cancelling the Cuban appointment.” And you have no clue what this “Cuban” appointment is. Darn, Lloyd does keep a whole lot of secrets from you, “Anything else, Mr. Hansen?”

Fuck.

He sounds like fucking Cinderella’s stepmom dumping beans into the fireplace. Since when did he get off on ordering you around doing meaningless chores? He could perfectly do them himself, not to mention some of the biddings he has just told you were unnecessary – the basement repair? It was a damn doorknob getting stuck, not a pipeline that leaks like a faucet.

“Claire’s not here, take Avik with you.” He grumbles, returning to his office and slamming the door shut.

Avik is a silent, tanned man who often acts as Lloyd’s muscle. He emerges from thin air – or probably from some corner, standing rigidly behind you like a statue.

“Hey Avik, mind if I drive?” You put a warm smile on your face, swinging the car key on your finger.

Avik merely nods, gesturing that he’ll walk in front of you.

After picking up Lloyd’s drycleaning and telling Marlin the exact words from Lloyd's mouth, you head off to your next assignment.

Dani.

Dani is a woman approximately your age, speaks fluent Spanish, English, and Italian, probably a couple of other languages that you couldn’t understand too, and rumored to be Lloyd’s ex.

She is a charming lady living in a mansion away from the glamourous nightlife of LA, but not shy of parties. In fact, you’ve accompanied Lloyd to a few that she hosts, and if you ever need a party planner, she would be your No. 1 choice – if you can afford it.

You tap on the steering wheel somewhat anxiously, checking your watch. It’s five to six, and Dani’s residence is halfway across the city, and you have yet to finish the job that Lloyd told you to.

It feels like double standards when you explicitly told Allie that your date cannot be late.

Dani’s lovely butler, Mrs. Santos invited you in, leading you to the guest room.

“To what do I own this honor of having Lloyd’s personal assistant arriving at my place?” Dani flips her hair and giggles.

“Lloyd has sent me to tell you that,” you still remember the strange code phrase word by word, “He’s cancelling the Cuban appointment.”

Dani carefully studies you for a moment, before bursting out laughter, “He… He said that? The Cuban appointment?”

Darn, even when she’s laughing, she’s charming as always.

“Yes.” You answer her question, “If there’s no message you want me to forward to him, I’ll be out of your hair.”

Dani hangs a mysterious smile on the corner of her lips, her honey-toned skin practically gleaming as she speaks, “None. But if you don’t mind me asking, do you have any plans for tonight? I want to borrow you for one of my parties – you know,” she shrugs, “connections and all that.”

Dani’s parties are always filled with delightful cocktails and exquisite people she knows from all over the world. It’s a perfect chance to refresh your connections with all sorts of people – thieves, CEOs, fences, politicians - part of the reason why she asked you to stay.

Yet, you were already booked for tonight.

“Sorry,” you politely rejected, “I’d love to, but I have a date tonight.”

“Well, you-” Dani points at you with her perfectly manicured finger, sounding cheerful, “are welcome at my place, anytime. You can bring your date here even, if you need a place to chill.”

“Thank you, Dani.” You respond, “Have fun at your party.”

Dani cocks her head to the side. The bright flashy diamond earrings peek from under her hair, swaying as if they were about to fall. She hums thoughtfully before wishing you a pleasant evening.

As soon as you step out of her estate, Dani picks up her phone and dials Lloyd’s number, “I recall a certain someone claims that he needs absolutely no help landing a girl,” She twirls her hair around her fingertips, chuckling, “the Cuban appointment, Lloyd? Wow, you must be really desperate. Now, you want me to help you sabotage her date? That I can do...”

With Lady Luck by your side, you’ve successfully reached the restaurant five minutes early with someone already at your table, while Avik sits at a table on the other side of the aisle, keeping an eye on you.

“You must be Scott.” You pull your chair to sit, trying your best to ignore the bulk of muscles on your righthand-side, watching as the young man across the table hastily puts down his water glass and stands abruptly with his face flushed.

“H… Hi.” He can barely stop the grin on his face, “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

Allie is right. He is cute.

Scott scratches the back of his head, plopping down on his seat, asking hesitantly, “If this is not too intrusive, how did you get a reservation? My friend has been dying to try this place for a week and the nearest spot available is three months later.”

“My boss is a close friend of the restaurant manager.” Lloyd practically runs this place. The manager gets scared shitless every time he needs to deliver the quarterly books to Lloyd and he asks you to do it in his place. Hence, he’s greatly in your debt. But you are not going to tell Scott you work for the largest gang in the city, so you feign your interest and ask, “What about you? Allie didn’t tell me what you do for a living.”

His face goes flushed pink again, “I uh… I work as an assistant curator,” he adds, “but I paint.”

“Oh really? That sounds fun. What do you paint?”

Scott chats on and on about his love for contemporary art and various ways of making a beautiful moment permanent when you notice Avik stands up and leaves.

“… sorry,” you apologize to Scott, for you have missed the question he asks, having paid too much attention to the bodyguard Avik who doesn’t seem like returning, “what was that again?”

Scott shuts his mouth momentarily before managing a small smile, “I was just thinking that we should get the waiter. Is there anything you like on the menu?”

The food was divine, and the wine was savory too. Though the waiters seemed a little distracted – you guessed it was probably their boss telling them to stay away from your table for you to enjoy your date. After exchanging pleasant conversations, you know it’s time to end this lovely date.

Before getting the check and leaving, you excuse yourself to freshen up.

Scott nods with his curls bouncing.

Scott is nice.

He is smart, funny, and cute with his untamed curls.

You put on a thin layer of lipstick. Looking into the mirror, the polite smile breaks away when you watch your reflection.

Scott is a decent guy. Why don’t you like him?

A vague outline rises in your head, before evaporating.

Stop it. You tell yourself. Scott is a nice guy. You should enjoy this date.

Only when your figure disappears behind a few tables, did someone sit on your spot.

“Evening.” A moustache man traces his finger on the cup from which you drank, crossing his legs, “Scotty, right?”

Scott clenches his hand on the arm of his chair, but Avik appears quietly behind him, grabbing his shoulders to have him sit down. A hard piece of metal is pressed to the back of his head. It doesn’t take much common sense to understand that Avik has a gun pointing at him.

“Don’t get all flustered,” Lloyd pours some wine into both glasses, “I’m just here to… be nice.” A wicked grin creeps up his lips as Lloyd continues, “The woman who you’re dating tonight?”

Scott gulps, squeezing a “yeah” out of his teeth.

“That’s my girl.” Lloyd dead-pans, massaging the light smudge of your lipstick on the glass, “So, if you have any wrong idea, or any thoughts about her…” Lloyd has a cold gleam in his eyes, shakes his head and tuts, “Don’t.”

Poor Scott has his face drained of colors. His lips quivering, “I-I’m not- I don’t want to be part of this…”

“Good.” Lloyd smirks. Drinking from your glass, he licks his lips to savour the sweet honey taste of your lipstick, before giving his final order, “Now be a good boy, say your ‘nighty night’s, and get the fuck out of my turf.”

“Boss.” Avik’s eyes dart to the lavatory, signalling that you are approaching this table.

“Aaaand that’s my cue.” Lloyd stands up from the chair, looking content, “Keep this little interaction between us, will ya’?” He pouts, “I’d hate if she gets upset.”

By the time you reach this table, Scott sweats in buckets like he has just been to a sauna.

“Is everything alright?” You can’t help but ask.

“Yeah… yeah.” Scott could barely mask his trembling voice, or keep his eye contact, “I’m … feeling uncomfortable… right now.”

“Is it the food? Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

“No… I mean, I think so. The asparagus was raw.” Scott wipes the sweat off his pale face, “It’s been lovely, but …”

Your eyes dart to the table where Avik was sitting. Nope, he isn’t there. For a second you thought that Avik might have terrorized Scott into backing out. Such a stupid idea, why would Avik do that? You throw this thought to the back of your head, before suggesting if Scott needs a lift home, or to the hospital.

Scott nearly jumps from his spot upon hearing the offer, which confuses you as he avoids speaking or looking at you, as if you were a plague.

He takes his belongings, bids you good night before sprinting out of the restaurant.

What the fuck have you done???

You trouble yourself with the question when Avik returns to your side without a single sound, “Avik, I was wondering where you’ve been.”

“The backroom where I can observe the surveillance footage, ma’am.” His voice booms, “Shall I drive you home?”

“Yes, I suppose.” You sigh.

Avik gestures for you to walk, but you stop in your tracks.

“Avik?”

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“Did you have any food yet?”

You did not see him ordering anything when he was sitting across the aisle, nor do you believe that he’d risk losing his job over some half-cooked asparagus.

“… No Ma’am.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose. The exhaustion of trying to satisfy Lloyd’s tasks and doubting whether he’s being paranoid again takes over you for so long, you seem to lose a little bit of human emotions – neglecting dutiful Avik, as a result.

“Sorry about that, Avik.” You apologize, feeling slightly better that you’ve come to your senses after a long day, “I’ll have them prepare something vegan for takeaway.”

“…thank you, Ma’am.”

Grabbing a waiter passing by, you tell him about your request, before resting on your chair.

Out of sheer boredom, you tap on your glass, scraping the lipstick smudge off the crystal-clear surface with a used napkin.

Avik coughs as if he has just choked on his own spit.

“Everything alright, Avik?”

It seems like you’ve said this for the second time tonight.

“Yes. Ahem. Yes, all is well.” Avik clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Because you can totally have tonight off. I’m more than capable of driving home myself.” You offer sweetly, expecting him to take the suggestion and leave you here.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Avik replies rigidly, his shirt collar tightening around his tanned skin as he speaks, “Thank you, but your safety is my priority.”

You should have known better than to negotiate with Lloyd’s muscle. They follow his orders like workers around a queen bee. Pursing your lips together, you decide not to spend time bargaining with Avik, but scroll on social media to distract yourself.

Avik lets out a long, slow exhale when you are focusing on your phone. He’s great at bodyguarding, but terrible at being a double agent.

The takeaway package arrives shortly – or it could be you are too tied up in the TikTok drama to notice time slipping away from the tip of your fingers. Avik takes the wheel while you sit in the back, trying hard not to think about the sudden change in Scott’s attitude.

It’s not like you don’t enjoy Scott’s company. You do. But Scott’s dashing out of the restaurant leaves a certain impression that you don’t think you’d forget anytime soon. Maybe the food was raw. Or burned. Or he had some pills. Still, it doesn’t explain why he ran out of the place like a bloodhound was chasing him.

Or is there something wrong with you? Something he’d grow repulsive of?

“Stop the car, please.” The thoughts in your head are preventing you from breathing. With Avik’s puzzled frown in the rearview mirror, you shrug, “You can go park the car. I want to have a little walk and some fresh air.”

After what must be an internal debate in Avik’s silence, he slowly stops at the curb, agreeing for you to have your fresh air.

The street is silent, not a living soul in sight. You close your eyes and breathe in the fresh air.

Oh well, maybe the air is not so fresh after all, with the smell of gasoline and dust and … smoke?

You turn around.

Lloyd’s Rolls-Royce follows you like a toddler in small steps, with a hand outstretched from the window that flicks his cigarette stub to the curb.

“Mr. Hansen?” You could’ve been dreaming. Why would Lloyd’s car follow you? Why – “What are you doing here?”

Lloyd steps out of the vehicle, popping a peppermint into his mouth. Crushing the candy with his jaw, he mumbles, “Just having a late-night stroll.”

A ridiculous idea comes into mind, and you ask in disbelief: “Are you following me?”

“No.” Lloyd stares at you straight into your eyes, but you’ve seen him lie better, “This is my turf. And you can’t ban me from patrolling my own territory.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes.

Sure. Patrolling. Very convincing. He just happened to stumble in front of your apartment building among hundreds of thousands of streets.

“Of course.” Maybe it’s the wine, because for crying out loud you would be tongue-tied if you were to say this at work, but the sarcasm drips out of your tone like water out of a broken faucet, because you are not in the mood. At all. “Good night, Mr. Hansen.”

“I had a great night.” Since he counts the scurrying of one horny young man as a win, Lloyd casually drops, “Can’t say the same about you.”

What the heck is wrong with him?

Now it’s definitely the wine that does the talking, as you poke him square in the chest with your index finger, your voice littered with fury, “It’s after-hours, and you don’t own my after-hours, in case you don’t have a watch, okay?”

Lloyd offers his characteristic lop-sided smile, “What - you’re gonna buy me one?”

“No?!” You huff out in disbelief. Has he taken hallucinating drugs? Why on earth is he acting funny? “This is not - look, Mr. Hansen-”

Lloyd steps closer. You get that whiff of smoke from his body, and the musky cologne that he occasionally uses in rare circumstances, and your words somehow get stuck in your throat.

“Lloyd.” He pronounces his name, loud and clear, “C’mon sunshine, lllllloyd.”

Lloyd. The name rolls to the tip of your tongue. It feels natural and soft, unlike Lloyd Hansen himself. But the syllable drives your heartbeat wild. He is your boss. You are obligated to call him Mr. Hansen.

Well, maybe not obligated. But you would feel more comfortable calling him Mr. Hansen. The name Lloyd sounds like an over-step of your work relationship.

Your work. Your beloved secretary job. Which is fine. Which you enjoy, as you handle his affairs with some effort. But the name. He’s asking you to call him Lloyd and that sounds more intimate than what you should be calling your boss.

“I- ” You are at a loss of words. What does he want? Does he want you to be his mistress? Which is ridiculous, because you don’t want to be the type of canary living in a birdcage and sing for him whenever he pleases. More importantly, he cannot be having thoughts about you – or does he want this to be a one-night thing where he could pull up his pants and comment on how long since he had a good fuck?

-stop it. It’s an insane thought. He’s not interested. So are you.

You accidentally look at his eyes, and you recognize the burning desire rooting deep down. It scorches you instantly as your eyes meet, before you lower your head to avoid the demanding gaze.

“You’re my boss…” You mutter weakly, knowing well that this stupid excuse does not prevent you from enjoying (or feeling safe at) Lloyd’s presence – most of the time, when he’s not bloody or throwing punches – or from the plain fact that maybe, just maybe that you feel a little different towards him, and that for the briefest of moments, you wished that he was sitting across the dinner table tonight, taking you out on a date.

Lloyd’s expression goes still for a second.

You can’t tell whether he’s mad or upset.

He sighs, taking a step towards you to close the space between you two, before framing your face in his hands and whispering in frustration, “God, you’re so dumb.”

His lips are soft, contrary to his mean words. They land on you with a bitter taste of burned tobacco, as his tongue swipes the seam of your lips, forcing an embarrassing mewl out of you.

It felt like Lloyd and his roughness. It felt like an iceberg breaking into chucks, whales lifting their head to breathe and the dam that withholds feelings inside your head cracks. It felt … right.

He slowly breaks away the kiss, sighing again, right next to your lips, his moustache making your cheek itch.

“Am I about to get a kick in the balls?” He asks softly, nose gently rubbing on yours.

“No…no.” Not that you don’t want to, because how dares he! Following you and kissing you like that! But because your head turning into a warm mush.

“Good.” He nibbles on your lips, you can feel his lips curving into a smile, “ ’cause I kinda like them.”

“Hmm?”

“Never mind.” He lands another kiss on you before pulling away. The bad-boy grin visible on his face.

You feel like you need to say something. Anything. So, you open your mouth and: “Do you want … a cup of coffee at my place?”

Lloyd cocks his eyebrows in surprise, but there’s no way he’d let slip of this chance, “Sure, why not.”

The mush in your brain refuses to leave. Your body acts on auto-pilot, leading you away from him.

You don’t even notice that he’s not following you this time, until he calls your name out of the blue, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Yes, Mr. Hansen?”

Lloyd decides to let slip of your poor choice of words this time, simply pointing his thumb in the other direction: “Your home is this way.”

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soundspeachytome · 6 months

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challenge failed successfully - shohei ohtani au

a short drabble where shohei joins the no nut november challenge with the boys but Y/N had different ideas.

tw: mentions of sex, nudity, edging; filthy smut and a sprinkle sprinkle of fluff

word count: 2.1k

minors do not interact

additional author notes: happy monday everyone. hoping this helps us all survive another week of reality and shohei drought. you're welcome.

other notes: shohei is a horndog y'all but Y/N is a monster

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08:23 AM, Saturday morning

You were working on your little paint by the numbers project in the balcony when you noticed that the apartment suddenly became too quiet. Usually on a Saturday morning, it’d be booming with jazz or soul music that Shohei would be heard whistling or humming along. There’d be the clink and clank of cutlery and their cheap china in the kitchen with Shohei making his signature omurice with bacon and pancakes. Today, however, the apartment is oddly silent, it was as if someone had pressed mute on all of the possible sounds that existed in the apartment.

You slipped back inside to check and lo and behold, you saw Shohei sprawled on the couch with his headphones, too focused on whatever got his attention on his ipad. He didn’t even notice you approaching. He had a serious look on his face that spelled concentration so you thought it might just be something about work again but peering into the screen of his ipad, it was definitely not about weekend work.

“What’s gotten you all worked up on a Saturday morning, babe?” he looked up, finally noticing you. He removes his headphones and gives you a toothy grin.

“The boys and I are chatting about the No Nut November challenge!” he said.

“The what?” you said incredulously.

“No Nut November challenge, babe. For the entire month, we are going to avoid orgasm. Whoever does the longest wins the bet.” he said, still smiling, like it was the most amazing game he’s ever heard in his life.

“So like… no sex for a month?”

“Yes.”

“Ejaculation, too?”

“That, too.”

“Not even oral?”

“No, babe. It says “any kind of orgasm, so no. I’ll miss your pretty mouth, though.” he pinched your chin playfully.

“Huh. Are you sure about that? You have a higher sex drive than me, though.” you were hesitant about this. Not because you will miss a month’s worth of sexual intimacy with Shohei, but you’re more concerned if he’ll make it through without losing his mind. He is a beast in the bedroom, always looking for reasons to get you naked under the covers any chance he gets.

“Of course, I can. What, like it’s hard?” He challenged me. You snorted loudly at the Legally Blonde reference.

“Come on, babe. Anyone who wins the bet will be given free tickets to the SuperBowl!” I wrote a mental note to never question Shohei’s competitiveness, especially if football is at stake.

“Fine. It’s not like it’d have a difference on me, though. When does the challenge start?” you raise your hands and do air quotes to put emphasis on the word.

“Today, of course! It’s already November.” he beamed. You’re still looking at him like he was crazy. You have lost him to America. To weird internet challenges. You need to get him back before it’s too late.

Sighing in defeat, you bend forward and kiss him square on the lips. “Whatever you say, babe. I’m going to continue my painting outside, ‘kay?”

You intentionally lingered on the kiss, making sure he noticed. He returned the kiss almost too passionately. When he started to get deeper into the kiss, you pulled back, leaving him slightly disoriented.

Thankfully, for you, taking your boyfriend away this self-proclaimed sexual abstinence is going to be easy. You just know how to play this game.

03:17 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Babe, can you please stop sending me articles about ejaculation!” Shohei shouted from the living room. You have now transferred back to the bedroom after the midday sunshine crawled into the balcony, temperature too hot to continue painting.

You have started sending Shohei links about the health risks of not masturbating. One of them being associated with prostate cancer.

“Some studies suggest that moderate ejaculation (2–4 times per week) is associated with a lower prostate cancer risk. Sexual activity everyday or every other day might increase fertility if you're attempting to conceive.” you type in a subtext along with the main article.

“Additionally, ejaculation relaxes your body, making you have a quality sleep. Quality sleep prevents tension and makes your body healthy and strong to face the next day.”

“You know I’m not reading all these right.” he texted back.

“Fine, I’ll stop. Just don’t come looking for me when you start getting horny…[wink face emoji]” you giggled, you’re starting to enjoy teasing him.

07:07 PM, Saturday evening

Shohei went out to buy ice cream for movie night while you were finishing up in the bath when an idea hit you.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and faced the bathroom mirror. You dropped the towel wrapping your body and only had your long locks cover a bit of your breasts. You took a decent amount of mirror selfies naked. One photo had your free hand hovering over your bare pussy in the most seductive way possible. You liked this photo and sent the rest of the good ones to Shohei’s number with a follow-up message, “Can’t wait for November to finish, babe <3”.

He always brings his phone around in case of emergencies so you’re one-hundred percent sure he would read this message.

You put your phone down and waited.

You were already fully clothed and drying your hair in front of the vanity mirror when Shohei burst into the room, face pale and almost horrified.

“That’s not fair!” he said. “I opened the message while I was lining up to pay! Stop doing that!”

“Why?” You said, feigning ignorance. “It’s not like I agreed to stop sending my boyfriend signals when I’m horny right?”

If his face was already pale, any ounce of color left has disappeared in a comical sort of way.

“You know what… Never mind, Y/N. Come on out, it’s time to pick the movie.” He hurried out of the room before you could build up some horny remark. You wanted to see how long Shohei could do this so-called challenge before he gave up. It’s funny to see him struggling over something you’ve done on any normal day.

Before you left the room, you decided to change your clothes into a short night dress. It was showing a bit of your cleavage and the skirt rides up to your mid-thigh when you sit down. Perfect, you thought.

You sat down beside Shohei on the sofa as he was browsing the movie selections on Netflix. “What do you wanna watch tonight? There’s new episodes of Attack on Titan… Oh look, there’s a new murder documentary that was added—” his eyes immediately went straight to your nightwear.

“What? Go on, I’m listening.” you gave him an innocent look and scooted closer to him.

“Nothing, uh, I think we can watch Jujutsu Kaisen: 0 instead. We haven’t seen this yet, right?” he looked away and pressed play without waiting for you.

Once the movie started, you got engrossed with the story and forgot about your little plan. Shohei, too, as both of you are anime fans, there was only the occasional discussion about the story and action scenes. You got comfortable and put your head on his chest; his hand rested on your thighs. As expected, the nightgown skirted up while you’re sitting down, revealing much of your thighs.. He was mindlessly caressing your inner thigh, making you shiver.

Shohei stops and notices this. He pretended to cough and stood up.

“Water break.” He muttered.

You finished the movie without any more of your tricks and decided you’d stop playing around Shohei now that you saw how much he wanted to play the game. When the ending credits rolled, you yawned and bid Shohei good night.

“Are you joining soon?” you pouted, hugging him from the back, your chin resting on his bicep. He was storing the dishes on the dry rack.

“Yeah, let me just clear up here. You go ahead.”

“Okay, good night.” you smiled sleepily and retreated back to the bedroom where you dozed off almost immediately.

03:27 AM, Sunday morning

You woke up to the sensation of something hard rubbing your back.

It was dark and the only light you can see is the moonlight crossing over your bedroom curtains. It took you a while to rise from your deep slumber to realize what was happening: you were engulfed in Shohei’s embrace, his face buried under your hair and neck and his hands placed on your stomach and hips. In your ear, you could hear Shohei whimpering. Begging. Please, please, just one time. His hot breath against your skin. All while his hips were rubbing sloppily against your ass.

You reached for your phone and saw the time.

“Sho, it’s the devil’s hour.” you complained groggily, trying to get out his grasp.

He continued to press his hips to yours back and forth, with audible grunts and groans reverberating through your entire body. His dick was pressing to your bum and you couldn’t help but return a sigh. Your whole body was on fire.

“Sho,” you turned around with more force now, shaking him awake.

He snapped his eyes open and realized what was happening.

“You were dry humping me, babe.” you said, almost irritably, as if the act was something illegal, but in respect to his current “bet” you had to stop him.

He was rubbing his eyes and upon realization, groaned inwardly. “I’m so sorry, babe. Must be having a wet dream.”

“It’s not like I was complaining, though…” you said.. You touched his chest and slowly dragged your hand towards his midsection. You reached his abs and drew circles with your fingers.

“if you really, really, want to…you can… But I don’t want to ruin your bet.” You backpedaled. He’s facing you now, almost about to bite the bait you’re dangling in front of him.

He stared at you and you bit your lower lip, waiting. He was thinking long and hard as if it was life and death.

“Okay.” he said.

“Okay?”

“I’m no longer playing this silly game.” he pushed you to your back, him on top. He buried your neck with wet kisses and nibbles on your exposed breasts. In response, you hump needily towards him, pulling his boxers down to grab his stiff dick. You rubbed him fiercely against your hand while he continued to suck on your nipples. Lost in each other’s whimpers of pleasure and skin against skin sweat, he slides down your thong and starts to kiss your clit.

You let out a loud moan and pushed his head back.

“Don’t go slow on me now just because you felt bad for waking me up for sex. You already got me hot and needy, so just get it inside me now..” your voice pleading, desperate.

“Please,” begging was the ultimate way to snap Shohei’s composure. He smiled apologetically but kicked his boxers off and slid into your wet entrance. All in.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so hot like this.” He paused, adjusting his size. You were so beautiful like this, naked, sprawled under him and begging like your life depended on it. “I’d fuck a dozen babies in you if you looked at me like this, babe.”

“Move.” you impatiently grabbed a handful of his ass and squeezed. He began snapping his hips against yours in quick, rough motions. You moaned loudly in pleasure, letting your neighbors know that Shohei Ohtani was fucking you hard and wild tonight.

“I need your mouth,” you reached for him and he licked the side of your mouth with his tongue. He licked and bit the spot on your neck, making sure it would leave a love mark the next day. That was Shohei’s favorite part during sex, marking you and making sure the rest of the world knew who you belong to.

Both of you whimpered and moaned and touched all over each other’s skin and muscle, hair and sweat; not caring for a thing in the world. Not the neighbors, not for the bite marks, especially not that goddamned bet.

07:45 AM, Sunday morning

You wake up for the second time this morning, the smell of eggs and bacon wafted in the air. On the vinyl player, a Chet Baker record was playing and Shohei was singing to the lyrics of “The More I See You”. In the distance, you can also hear the loud thumping and turning of your washing machine.

“Good morning, beautiful.” he said, leaning by the doorframe. “Had a good sleep?” He was shirtless and wearing an apron. What a sight to behold. You could feel yourself salivating from just looking at him.

You sat up with your messy hair sticking all over your head, yawning. “I had an amazing dream.”

Shohei grinned widely. “Did the dream happen to include me?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t remember the dream…” you lied, pouting extra cutely. Shohei jumped on the bed, raising both your hands. You screamed and laughed as he got on top of you.

“Let me make sure you don’t forget, then.” He said before drowning you in a deep kiss.

#shohei ohtani #shohei ohtani imagines #shohei ohtani au #shohei ohtani smut #what a sight #oh my fucking god #shohei pls give me a chance

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coffee-master · 5 months

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[Siblings elemental change AU]

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Not any incorrect quotes today, but I give you some short facts, about the ship dynamic here.

Which means Jaya & Lavashipping Petrichorshipping!

[Petrichorshipping is the new name of the Cole x Kai ship here since Lavashipping doesn't make sense anymore] (Yes, this post was edited)

So let's START!

[Jaya]

Is very similar to the canon, but of course has it's difference.

Begining:

Jay is very much interested in Nya from the beginning, especially after seeing her fight and noticing how strong she is.

At first Nya thinks that Jay's flirting attempt are cute and pretty, so she let it go.

Later they start working together as ninjas and it makes they relationship improve faster. They are good teammates, who can work together good and chick someone’s ass.

Later:

Jay finnaly decides to ask Nya on a date and she agrees, beacuse she wants to find out if something would come from this.

The date turns into a battlefield against their enemies. But surprisingly, it didn't ruin it for her. Fighting side by side actually made the date more interesting and broke the ice.

As their first date turned out to be successfully, they start going out more often.

On the Destiny's Bounty they discover that both are interested in engineering and tinkering with gadgets.

When they work together on something Nya is often a welder with her fire powers and Jay is an electric.

Later they start dating, find more about each other and star building a healthy relationship.

The love traingle:

It never existed actually.

Yes, Nya made a love-test on the maschine, because the kids in the class wanted her to do it, but she didn't take it that seriously.

Nya is independent ninja, who truly forged a strong bond with Jay, not only romantically but also as a close friendship as a teammate, strengthened by shared interests and common challenges. She know what she wants.

Nya mocks the test result saying that Cole is only interested in cake.

Cole is never interested in Nya or she in him.

Jay would find out about the test results from Pixal and would only feel a little bad, thinking that there is someone better for Nya.

Nya would knock those silly thoughts out of his head, and everything would go back to normal.

[Petrichorshipping]

Here things are more complicated.

Begining:

At the begining there isn't that much to say, because they are stranger to each other.

Kai is mostly focused on his sister and doesn't form any bonds with Nya's teammates. (I mean out of the blue your sister becomes a ninja and starts throwing fire from her hands, who wouldn't?)

In the meantime Cole is cusually spending his time with Jay & Zane as always.

They pretty much don't interract.

After Kai's feel more secure about Nya's safety there, then he starts more talk with others and even play video games with them.

Later:

Everything changes much after some incidents, which inclused water, when Kai had almost a panic attack.

Everyone besides Nya were suprised by his behaviour and after that incident and some explanation everyone knew how to react in similar kind of situation.

One time Cole would help Kai during his panic attack, when Destiny's Bounty would crush into water and in that way Cole'd gain some Kai's trust.

After that their relationship would improve a little and they would start interract more.

Later Kai would even ask Cole about training with him, because well Kai wants to be usefull and support his sister. [We wants to be as good as ninjas, be a part of team]

They would start training together and enjoy each others company. Talking, joke, later play video games, or even cook- [because Kai can cook and Cole like to eat]

They would slowly fall for each other.

Suprisingly Cole would be the first one to realise that-

Jay would notice Cole having a crush and surely taste him about that later.

Crushing time:

At the beginning of the reboot season. After the the kids were about to go on a trip, Cole in the last second akwardly ask Kai on a date.

Kai is taken aback, because he didn't expect that, but also akwardly agrees with a smile.

They never go on that date, because Zane 'dies'.

They don't talk for a long time until next season, because of the mess.

Kai isn't interested in Skylor or even interracts with her at all. [Instead Nya became a pretty good friends with her at the end of the season]

In the next season eveything becomes a big mess. Kai finds out about being master of water. And he needs overcome his fear of water.

In the meantime Cole becomes a ghost :(

Cole & Kai show each other a lot of support during this time and there's this big weird tension, because there is definitely something going on between them and both of them knew it. There was too much going on to just resolve it.

This situation make them also very flustrated and sad, because well they can't even hug each other show support.

In the season Skybound season Kai would face some misandrist from interview/medias, because he became a new ninja member. All of his friends would show him support and ect. At that time Cole & Kai would go out somewhere, but just as friends.

After Cole becomes human again, everyone becomes better.

After a lot of thinking Kai decides not to waste time and juat ask Cole on a date, to which he agrees without a second thought.

After that they pretty much get together.

And that's pretty much about it. I hope it was interesting or something..

If you have any questions about this au then you're freely to ask!

#jaya #nya x jay #jay x nya #ninjago #siblings elemental change #master of water kai #ninjago incorrect quotes #cole x kai #kai x cole #petrichorshipping

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kittenninja14 · 3 months

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🎵 You wanted it, you went for it... and baby, you got it 🎵

Has this been done before?

Loll!!

If it hasn't then i'm firstttttttt :DDDD

https://kittenninja14.tumblr.com/post/731916269075480576/hey-yall-i-just-found-this-incredible-video-and

(yes kai is short in this au, deal with it, lol)

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writemekpop · 1 year

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Home Alone | Kim Jongin (Kai)

Summary: Your husband Kai accuses you of not trusting him with your baby daughter.

Genre: New parents AU, domestic, angsty, house hubby Kai

Word Count: 0.8k

You were trying to balance the dangerous job of straightening your hair while buttoning up a onesie for your one-year-old. The hot blades wavered ever closer to the soft blue cotton.

That was when you got the call. You threw down the phone. “My mother’s sick! She can’t take Jasmine!”

Your husband Kai sprang up. He had been kneeling on the floor, building a house of cards in the pristine emptiness of the living room you had just cleaned. The house collapsed with a sigh.

“I’ve got to leave,” you groaned, lifting your baby daughter Jasmine into your arms. “Hey Jazzy, have you ever been to a board meeting before?”

The baby giggled.

Kai stepped forward, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “Hey, I can take her!” He frowned. “It’s not like I’ve never looked after Jazz.” He paused, his face falling blank. “Actually… you have never asked me to look after Jazz. How come?”

Your heart rate was increasing just hearing his words. Everything came into sharp focus. Kai’s odd combination of Hawaiian shorts, a silk shirt and flip-flops. The cigarette butts still smouldering in the ashtray on the balcony he thought you didn’t know about.

The sound of your phone alarm, titled, LEAVE THE HOUSE BITCH, began to buzz like an angry wasp in your ear.

“Um, yes, sweetie, of course I want you to look after Jasmine, it’s just-“ you scrambled for a lie. “You’re… too… busy! I don’t want to get the way of your fancy actor work!”

He frowned. “But baby, you know shooting hasn’t started yet.”

You needed a better excuse. “But your lines. You have to learn them. I would rather than die than keep you away from your lines.”

You could almost hear the drone of the station announcer: “Last call for the 8:05 train. Last call…”

Kai grinned in disbelief. “You’re saying I can’t look after Jazz… because I have to read a script?” He frowned. “Do you not trust me to look after our daughter?”

“Oh, Kai.” You squeezed your temples. “I don’t have time for this. Fine You want the truth?. No, I don’t trust you with my child.”

“Our child.” Kai scoffed. “And you can’t say that! How could you?”

You gestured to the pigsty that was the apartment. “You’re irresponsible. You’re untidy. You’re out partying every night-“

You were about to say more, but you stopped yourself. Some things were too true to say. Everybody deserved a few lies to cling onto.

Kai sighed, and you hated how well he knew you. “Go on. Say what you’re thinking.”

You sighed. “Oh… and acting is not a real job!”

Kai bit his lip, pain flashing over his handsome features. “So, what was your big plan? Keep her from me for the next eighteen years?

You tried to deny it, but fell silent when you saw the pain in his eyes. “N-not eighteen. Maybe… ten.”

And suddenly, you felt like an awful person. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. You- you’re a great father, you just… don’t have the skills yet to look after her. The knowledge.”

Kai sighed. His voice was very quiet. “I know that she naps between eleven and one. I know that Fuzzy is her favourite toy. I know that she can’t sleep on her tummy, or drink cow’s milk, or have too many baths.”

“How did you…” you started. “I read those parenting books that you aways leave lying around,” Kai said, crossing his arms.

You stepped towards him, smoothing your hands over his face. “I had no idea…”

You pressed your lips to his, and in the shape of his firm body, his scent, you almost lost yourself.

Kai gently pulled away, crooning, “Go. As much as I’d like you to stay, your genius is needed at a board meeting. I’ve got her.”

You smiled, picking up your bags. “Okay. But I am FaceTiming you in an hour. Every hour, actually.”

Kai grinned, that lopsided grin that made you giddy when you were still nineteen and an extra on some unknown TV show. You may have given up on acting, but you never gave up on the boy of your dreams.

You left a little piece of your heart with Kai and Jasmine, then shrugged on your blazer and stepped out into the brightening morning light.

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paprikko-lol · 1 year

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fiyaaa

new au time. i am insane. thoughts under the cut!

street racing au time!! i know i said i would talk more about children of the storm but i couldn’t help myself ok?? i call this the 'ninja go fast au' hkjefhjks

THIS AU!! LIVES RENT-FREE!! IN MY BRAIN!! heres the stitch: within the depths of ninjago city, there are two rival street racing groups (gangs? troops? whatever) who are constantly trying to one-up each other. the first group is ‘the wu-crew’ (jay came up with the name), which consists of kai (co-leader), nya (co-leader), cole, jay, and zane. they are ‘managed’ by wu (codeword for he pays for everything and manages the garage), who used to be the co-leader of another well-known street racing crew with his brother, who he barely speaks about for reasons unknown. speaking of who! garmadon manages the wu-crew’s rival team: the garmadorks. this team consists of lloyd (co-leader), morro (co-leader), harumi, akita and brad. I genuinely think these guys would make a killer group together, the shenanigans that would ensue of them being in the same room would be INCREDIBLE.

moving on! to clarify some of the world-building, there are no elemental powers or dark magic or whatever the heck. this au is set in a modern au, except maybe a few years into the future so that everyone is a bit older in this au.

ok! time for some important character stuff (I will not be covering all 10 main characters cuz I wanna keep this a bit short! you can always send an ask my way if you wanna know smth abt a specific character :D).

zane is still a nindroid in this au, except he’s called a ‘droid-racer’. he was created by doctor julien and wu as an experiment and they eventually got pretty attached to him emotionally.

lloyd and brad met early on in this au,, they met in their old boarding school, and continued to keep in touch after they graduated (YES lloyd graduates darkley’s in this au! I think that’d be funny af).

nya and kai grew up in a very racing-centred environment because their parents were racers themselves! they learned to drive before they turned of legal age, but only got into street racing when they were 19-21.

I made nya and kai the co-leaders because this is primarily a kai-centric au (if you couldn’t tell), and I think it’d be interesting to see how they would work together to manage a team.

jay grows up with his birth parents in this au! I couldn’t leave ed and edna though so they can be like his aunt and uncle or something. because cliff gordon is a famous actor, his family is very well off, but still pretty close. I just thought it’d be funny if he was a nervous wreck when he first joined the team cuz he doesn’t want his parents to find out their baby boy is in danger.

morro and lloyd are COUSINS!! of course they are! morro can have some angsty beef with his adoptive father wu for PLOT REASONS!! he ran away from home and met harumi on the streets, who had also run away from home. he invited her to join him as he searched for his uncle garmadon, and they both joined the garamdon family :)

#kai smith #kai ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago fanart #lego ninjago fanart #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago au #lego ninjago au #rikkos aus #rikkos art #ninja go fast au

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m-jelly · 1 month

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The bunny's keeper - the end

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem! reader.

Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, Levi has tattoos and piercings, bad boy Levi, protective Levi, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of weapons, mentions of wedding, happy ending.

I hope you all enjoyed this one. I know it was short but I hope it was a fun story. I suffered a lot with mental things with this story and a lot of me thinks that this was not one of my best works. This story could have a sequel, I can feel it. These two could have a great future fighting a lot of bad gangsters, keeping their power and possibly going abroad. They'd have a wonderful group of children. Kay and reader would work well together making wonderful things and be powerful ladies. Levi and the reader would get up to a lot of fun, Levi would be even more protective of her and hurt anyone who gets too close.

Massive thank you to @ladycheesington for helping me flesh this story out and helping with the side plot of Erwin and how the gang started <3

Erwin tapped his thumb against the wheel as he drove through the city. He glanced at the mirror and watched his friend, Levi, fussing over you. You had been out of the hospital for a while and were visiting the doctor now and then for checkups, but you were healing well. Today was a big day. Erwin was leading the charge in the car as multiple cars followed full of members of his gang.

Erwin couldn’t help but smile at how cute you and Levi were. He glanced ahead and saw Francis Seymore’s mansion getting closer. The plan was to go in, wreck the place and drag Francis out of his home. This mansion was the last thing Francis owned, everything else was now Erwin’s. Seymore had been destroyed and there was no saving his reputation after news got out about you.

He pulled up and glanced back at Levi. “We’re here. Now, remember what we agreed to with Ramiro and Green.”

Levi nodded. “Destroy the home and some minor beating up of Mr Seymore.”

You opened the door and climbed out. “I’m ready to go.”

Levi chuckled and followed you. “Hang on little bunny.” He pushed his finger through the loop of your trousers for a belt and pulled you over to him. “Don’t go hopping off.”

You gripped his shirt and pressed your body against his. “I’ll be good.”

He grabbed your bum and kissed you. “I know you will. I need to show you something.”

You frowned a little. “What is it?”

“I got you a custom-made gift.” He smiled as Erwin opened the boot and brought over a case. “Erwin helped me find the materials so I could make it for you.”

Erwin released the clips on the case and opened it to reveal a custom-made sledgehammer, it was a bit light for you to use and had pretty colours. “You deserve revenge. So, you get the first smash of the things in the home.”

You squealed in delight as you looked at it. “It’s perfect!” You picked it up and bounced. “It’s so pretty and light too.”

Levi kissed your cheek. “Break anything you want, okay?”

You nodded and gripped it tightly. “I want to break everything.”

Erwin closed the case. “We’ll make the introductions.”

Levi slapped you on the bum. “You’ve got this, my wild bunny.” He stormed up the path to the front door. “Erwin?”

Erwin pressed the doorbell but had no answer and knocked, but still, there was nothing. “Levi, mind opening up for us?”

Levi smirked. “Got it.” He twisted his body and slammed his foot against the door causing it to splinter. “Tch, stubborn reinforced door.”

You squealed in delight. “My man is so strong!”

Levi glanced over at you. “You like that? Watch this.” He turned and rammed his foot into the door causing it to obliterate. “Tch, how about that?”

You clapped your hands. “Amazing!”

“You think so?”

You kissed Levi’s cheek a few times. “Yes.” You raced inside. “I’m gonna smash things!”

Erwin chuckled. “You better keep an eye on her. She’s still healing.”

Levi smiled. “Thank you.” He followed you into the living room and stood by the door as you slammed your hammer into the huge TV. “Nice one, bunny.”

You giggled and threw the sledgehammer down on the glass coffee table. “Take that!” You screamed and smashed everything in view. “You piece of shit!” You smashed the window as the team hurried in the front door to hunt down where Seymore was hiding.

Levi pointed to a huge vase. “That’s worth millions. He’ll view it as priceless.”

You put your hammer down and grabbed the vase. “Stupid vase!”

Levi moved closer. “Bunny, be careful it’s heavy.”

You screamed and threw it through the window. You laughed as it smashed into pieces on the stone floor. You turned and grabbed your sledgehammer. A rush of emotions was going through you, you were hurting emotionally and physically. The emotions guided you past a battered-looking Seymore being manhandled by Erwin’s men and into his bar.

Seymore lifted his head and said your name. “You’re alive. You’re okay!” He frowned. “Where are you going? N-No, not my collection of aged drinks! Please!”

You slammed the sledgehammer against the bottles over and over. You zoned out of the shouts and cheers as you felt a panic coming on. It hurt holding back a sob. You charged past the group and upstairs. You went right for the grand main bedroom. You threw your sledgehammer around and broke everything in view. With each smash, you let out a scream from your soul.

Levi stood in the doorway and softly said your name. “It’s okay.”

You started shaking and could barely lift the hammer. “Mm.”

“I know, I know, it’s okay.”

You picked up his cologne and threw it at his mirrors. “I hate him!” You slumped to your knees and started crying. “I hate him.”

Levi sat in front of you. “I hate him too.”

You flopped onto his lap and sobbed. “Levi.”

Levi played with your hair. “I’m right here.”

You clung to him and cried for a bit. “I just…”

“You’ve been holding back a lot.”

“I have.”

He smiled sweetly. “Cry as much as you need to, okay?” He smiled as you clambered onto his lap. “Do you want me to hold him?”

You nodded. “Mm.”

He wrapped his arms around you and started rocking with you in his arms. He kissed the top of your head. “You wore out your emotions, huh?”

You clung tighter to him. “Yes.”

“You feel better?”

You pulled back a little. “Yeah.”

He pushed his fingers into your hair. “May I kiss you?”

You leaned closer to him. “Please.”

He tilted his head and paused a moment. He smiled a little and let out a cute chuckle before kissing you. He nipped your lip before pushing his tongue onto your mouth. A loving moan escaped you both. He lightly kissed you after and sighed. “You wanna smash some more things?”

You nodded. “I’m ready now.” You pouted a bit as you played with Levi’s shirt. “So, I have an idea.”

“Oh yeah?”

You sniffed a bit. “I didn’t smash all the bottles so there is a lot left and I’m sure he has a cellar full, right?”

Levi nodded. “Right.”

You snuffled closer. “Why don’t we host a party here? People can help us trash the place. We can have some fun and even take some stuff and sell it. The money we make can go towards people who need it. Seymore owes so many people.”

Levi smiled. “Perfect idea. I’ll tell Erwin and we’ll make the calls.” He helped you to stand up before moving you downstairs. “Oi, oi? Erwin?”

Erwin slammed a bat into Seymore’s gut before turning to Levi. “Yes?”

“Bunny had an idea.”

Erwin walked over with the bat resting on his shoulder. “Shoot.”

You nibbled your lip. “Well, I was thinking we have a party here. Drink all his booze, play some good music and some dancing. His garden is massive enough and his home.”

Erwin chuckled. “Sounds like fun. I’ll make the calls.”

You cleared your throat. “There anyone you can bring in to sell a lot of things in here?”

He looked around and hummed in thought. “I know a guy. We’ll make a lot of money. What do you want to do with all of the money?”

“Give it to the people he wronged.”

Erwin pulled his phone out. “On it. Why don’t you two take a seat outside? The sun is nice.”

Levi put his arm around you. “Let’s raid his kitchen.”

You gasped. “Yes.” You dragged Levi along to the kitchen and released his hand as soon as you saw the fridge. “Holy shit. It’s massive.”

“Thought you only said that about my cock.”

You gasped a bit as you registered what Levi said before laughing. “Dirty man. You’re right though.” You yanked the door open. “Look at all this food. Oh! This is top-of-the-line steak!” You gazed at Levi. “Can we eat it?”

Levi grabbed it and checked it over. “Sure. I can cook this up. Firstly, though.” He picked you up and sat you on the counter. “Stay right there, okay?”

You giggled. “Yes.”

He grabbed you a can of diet pop and handed it over. “Enjoy, my darling bunny.” He tied on an apron and started preparing a meal. “You want anything with it?”

You shifted on the counter. “Tacos.”

He kissed you and began looking for everything he needed. “Alright, let’s get cooking.”

You nibbled your lip. “You look hot.”

“Thank you.” He started cooking and glancing at you now and then. “Could you supply me with kisses to keep me going?”

You leaned over and kissed him. “I just want to nibble you all over.”

“I would like that.” He pulled his phone out and handed it to you. “Have a look at my bookmarks.”

You unlocked his phone and smiled at how you were his lockscreen and background. You opened up the tabs and eyed the houses he had saved. “These are huge!”

“We can afford bigger. Darling bunny, we’re filthy rich now.”

You nibbled your lip. “You’re right. I don’t need to worry about money anymore.” You hummed in thought as you looked at each one. “I really like four of them. I want to go visit.”

“I’ll arrange it.” He kissed you. “Let me guess, they are all out of the city?”

You nodded. “One is stunning. It’s up in the hills looking down on the city. Nice big pool, as well as a great garden for our kids.”

Levi blushed. “Perfect. It does give the Hollywood hill houses vibes.”

You hummed in happiness. “Could be a good home for us. Somewhere away from the danger.” You smiled at Levi. “I can see us making a family at all of these places.”

“So can I.” He plated up the dinner and handed you a plate. “Eat up.”

You hummed in happiness as the base of the music shook the building. “Delicious, thank you.”

Levi smiled as he ate his while people outside were cheering and opening bottles of booze. “It’s really good.”

You licked your lips. “Sounds like they’re having fun out there.”

He hummed. “You’re right.” He placed his plate down and licked his lips. “I’m going to look if he has dessert.”

You sighed. “I want cake and ice cream.”

Levi looked everywhere. “Nothing. Do you wanna leave?”

You nodded and opened your arms. “Yes.”

He picked you up and held you. “We’ll go to a hotel we own, order room service and relax.”

“I’d love that. I’m really tired.”

He placed you on your feet and placed his hand on your forehead. “You’re burning up a bit. I think you did a bit too much today. You’re still healing, little bunny.”

You grabbed your sledgehammer. “Bed.”

“Cake then bed.”

You held his hand. “Yes.”

The waves crashing on the sand were a very soothing sound to you. It was nice to just get away from the city. Relaxing with the man you loved in Greece was everything you needed and the fact you were getting married tomorrow was even more exciting. The fact that everything around you both had happened in over a year's timespan was insane to you. As a couple, you had gone from being very poor to filthy rich.

Levi walked over with two drinks and a soft smile on his face. “Hey, bunny.”

“Hey.”

He sat down and placed the drinks on the little table. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He eyed the beach dress you had on. “You not hot in that?”

You pulled at it. “I’m a little warm.”

He shifted over to you on the couple's sun bed. “Bunny.”

You lowered your head. “You make scars and tattoos look good. I don’t.” You welled up. “Seymore scarred me badly.” You rubbed your tears. “I tried different creams to make them go, but they won’t.”

Levi reached over and caressed your cheek. “Bunny, I think your scars are gorgeous. I have kissed them many times.”

You hummed a laugh. “You have.”

He ran his hand up your thigh. “You’re more beautiful than you think. Plus, if anyone says anything nasty I will break their hands.”

You giggled. “You’re such a bad boy.”

“I am.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I can’t believe you used to be so flustered around me, but now you are dripping with confidence.”

He pushed his hands under your dress. “You brought out the true me. You made me feel like I could be the real me. I discovered who I was and I love who I am.”

You smiled as you caressed his cheek. “Levi, that’s so beautiful.”

“You’re just incredible.”

You straddled Levi and pulled your dress off. “Here.”

Levi smiled as he admired you in your vintage-looking bikini. “Look at you.” He ran his hands over your waist. “You are so sexy.” He leaned closer and dragged his tongue up between your breasts. “Mmm, delicious little bunny.”

“Thank you.”

He lifted you and stood you on your feet. “Shall we go for a swim?”

You bounced up and down. “Yes, please.”

He chuckled as you ran to the water. “I’m coming, little bunny!”

You squealed as he sprinted after you. “Deadly grumpy!”

He jumped and tackled you into the water. “Got you.”

You giggled as you played with Levi in the water. You jumped at him and tackled him into the water. You screamed when he threw you into the water. You swam closer, jumped onto his back and bit his shoulder. You locked your legs around his front and started kissing his neck and nuzzling him. You made sure to press all of your body against him.

Levi placed his hands on your arms. “You win, bunny. I cannot resist your boobs against my back.”

You kissed the side of his head. “I love you.” You slipped off his back and swam in front of him. “I love you so much.”

He pulled you against him and kissed you. “I love you more than anything. I am so sorry about all the things you’ve been through. You’re so incredible and strong.”

You felt your cheeks flush. “Oh, well, I’m okay.”

“Our children will be so adorable and strong.” He cupped your face. “Just like their momma.”

You whined. “Leviii.”

He chuckled and kissed you. “Have I flustered my little bunny?”

“Yes.”

He held you close. “Forgive me, little bunny.” He nuzzled against you. “I will have to make up for being a naughty grumpy.”

You pouted. “I know how.”

He kissed you and smiled against your lips. “How?”

“By marrying me tomorrow.”

He chuckled. “I can do that. Very happily do that.”

You giggled. “Good.”

He held you in his arms and swam around for a bit before he picked you up and carried you to the sunbed again. “You seem tired.”

You hummed. “I am.” You sighed. “Ever since getting hurt I’ve been getting tired.”

Levi lay you on the bed. “That’s okay. It means I get to look after you more.” He played with your hair. “I love looking after you. Plus, you know how little I slept before you. This just means I sleep more. We nap together.”

You giggled. “I love the positive.”

He kissed you and hummed in happiness. “Nap time.” He held you close and kissed your forehead now and then. “My precious bunny.”

After a while, Levi knew you wouldn’t be getting up. So, he carried you to the room on the beach and tucked you into bed after changing you. He changed himself and spooned you in bed as you both slept until the next day. He got up before you and checked on you to make sure you were okay. He gave you a gentle kiss causing you to wake up.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “Morning, handsome.”

Levi leaned over and kissed you. “Good morning, my precious bunny.”

You giggled as he offered you a fork with pancake and bacon on. You ate it and hummed in happiness. “Yummy.”

He wiped the corner of your mouth. “You ready to get married?”

You nodded. “I am. Are you?”

He smiled at you. “More than ready.” He fed you the rest of your breakfast. “I ran a bath for us. We can cuddle and enjoy a bit of peace together.” He held you close and walked with you to the bathroom. “I made it romantic.”

You slipped your dress off and walked up to Levi in the nude. “I love you.”

“I love you always and forever.” He picked you up making you giggle. “Let’s cuddle.” He sat in the bath and held you close. “You slept for a while yesterday.”

“I got a bit upset over my body. It tired me out a bit.”

He started washing your hair for you. “I don’t want to worry you, but marrying with me means marrying someone dangerous. Seymore may be gone, but there will be others that will come for us.” He cupped your face. “We’ll never be fully out of danger. I swear to protect you and our children. I will not die but live for you and them.”

You leaned into his touch as you closed your eyes. “I believe you with all my heart and soul.” You opened your eyes. “I’ve also proven that I’m a tough cookie. I can fight too. I’ll live for you and our family. Besides, we’ve got such a massive following now that I think we’ll be fully protected.”

“You’re right.”

You washed Levi’s hair before climbing out of the bath. “Come on Levi. Don’t you want to marry this fine ass?”

He chuckled as you slapped your wet bum. “Oh, you have no idea how badly I want to marry you.”

You squealed as Levi leapt out of the bath and chased you down. “Leviii! We have to marry, no sex until later.”

He tackled you into his arms and showered your face with kisses. “The first time I get to make love to my wife is tonight.”

You nodded. “That’s right.” You dried off and put on your cute underwear. You grabbed your wedding dress and felt your heart flutter. You slipped it on then paused. “Levi? Could you zip me up?”

Levi walked over to you as he buttoned up his shirt. He paused a moment and gazed at you. “You are dazzling.”

You smiled over at Levi. Your heart skipped a beat as you took him in. “Levi, you are a vision.”

“Thank you.” He zipped your dress up before wrapping his arms around you. “You’re so beautiful.”

You placed your hand on Levi’s. “You’re so handsome.” You turned in his arms. “Let me help you put the rest on.” You walked away and grabbed a blazer for him, then helped him put it on. “You look so dashing.”

“Good enough to be your husband?”

You smiled. “Better.”

He cupped your face and kissed you. “My darling bunny. My whole world. Let us be joined as one before our families and friends.”

You snorted a laugh. “Sorry, my brain went kinky.”

He picked you up making you squeak. “Naughty bunny.” He carried you to the door to the beach, he followed the path with you in his arms until he reached a ruined Greek temple all done up. “A dream.”

You hugged Levi. “It really is.”

Levi placed you on your feet. “Are you ready to spend eternity together?”

You held his hand tightly. “I am. I have wanted nothing more.”

He leaned closer and kissed you. “Mrs Bunny Ackerman.”

You giggled. “Will I still be your bunny when I’m old and wrinkled?”

He nodded. “You will.” He held you against him. “You’ll always be the love of my life. You will forever be mine, forever and always.” He smiled. “What about you? Will you love me even when I’m old and wrinkled?”

You hugged his side. “Levi, I will love you no matter what. You are everything to me. I will love every inch of you. You will forever be mine. I love you, Levi Ackerman with every fibre of my body and soul.”

Levi smiled. “Let’s get married.”

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Micheal Kaiser x !fem! Reader

⚫️🔴Enemies to lovers, college au 🔴⚫️

Everyone knew that Micheal had a great ego. His friends, the students, even the teachers and it didn’t make it any better when he became famous in the football world. Soon almost the whole world began to love him. So why couldn’t you? Besides at being good at pe he was also the best at art and history….until you came. As soon as you came to the college he wasn’t the best anymore. He hated it. He hated you. Why did you have to be like that? He’s micheal god fucking kaiser. How could you take his throne from him?! He was and will be the best even if it means making you his enemy.

He was just playing with you a bit when you first arrived. He really didn’t mean any harm. But you weren’t having it. Every time he made remarks about you you said something worse about him. How could someone like you talk back to him? (Ness would be coming for you) he wasn’t used to someone talking back to him, heck someone even insulting him. He knew you were enjoying it.

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‘(Y/n).’ You tore your eyes away from the painting you were making for art class to the person who called your name. Upon seeing Micheal’s irritated face you couldn’t help but smirk. ‘What micheal?’ You asked placing down your brush. ‘Why the hell did you get a different assignment than me?’ He asked narrowing his eyes at your painting. You noticed him staring at your painting and started laughing. ‘Because I already finished the assignment the rest of the class had.’ You responded still ever smirking at him while he just looked at you with narrowed eyes. ‘It’s not my fault you’re slow.’ You responded giving him a wink. Micheal just looked at you with disgust and hate before he returned to his seat. It made you laugh at how short his patients was when it came to you. ‘I know what you’re doing.’ A voice said behind you. ‘Oh? And what exactly am I doing? Ness.’ You said not even bothering to turn your head in his direction. ‘I am giving you warning.’ The magenta haired boy said still maintaining his ever frog like smile. ‘Sure.’ You said now turning so that you could face him. The other students around you could feel the suffocating aura between you both. Little did you know that Micheal had been staring at you the hole time with a scowl. How dare you be like this? Since when did he feel like this?! ….Right…it was way back when you first came here.

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‘You’re that new student right?’ A voice said as you were putting some books in your locker. ‘Yes, what about it?’ You asked still focused on your locked. ‘Oh nothing~’ The voice said as he closed your locker. ‘I’m Micheal kaiser. The one who rules this school.’ He said getting closer in your face. ‘Oh. Okay then.’ You responded uninterested. You tried to walk away until you felt a hand gripping your shoulder. ‘You don’t talk like that to kaiser.’ You turned around to see a cute purple haired boy. ‘Come on Ness, don’t be to hard on her.’ The purple haired boy immediately released your shoulder and started stuttering to him. He was kind of cute. You weren’t really sure what to do so you just turned around again. ‘And where do you think you’re going?’ Micheal asked still invading your personal space. ‘Away?’ You responded with a raised brow. ‘Look at you.’ Micheal said with a mocking voice. ‘Look at me? Look at you. Hair looking like melted cheese with mold.’ You said to him. Kaiser’s cocky smile immediately disappeared as his lips were now in a thin line and his eyes were narrowed. ‘You trying to pick a fight?’ He asked you as he backed up. ‘What if I am?’ You asked back as it was now your turn to invade his personal space. You trapped kaiser between both of your arms as his back was pressed against the lockers. Both you and Kaiser just stared at each other as Ness was ready to begin swinging. You could see the hatred in kaiser’s eyes, until you placed a kiss on his lips. Both kaiser and Ness were flabbergasted as you started to pull away. ‘What the hell?!’ Kaiser yelled as he was blushing a little. ‘Nice try, but bullying me would only cause more trouble for you.’ You said while giving him a wink. Kaiser couldn’t say anything and just stared at you with wide eyes while you walked away. ‘U-uhm…Kaiser….’ Ness said a bit unsure. ‘What.’ He spat back at Ness. ‘You have….uhm… a little accident…’ Kaiser looked at Ness with a confused expression until Ness hinted him too look down. Upon the sight of seeing the tent in his pants he let out a high pitched scream that even you heard from the other side of the building.

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When art class was over it was time to go home so you went to your locker. You put away your books as you felt someone was behind you. ‘Hi (Y/n), could I lend you for a bit.’ You turned to see kaiser standing in front if you while his eyes refused to meet yours. You immediately smirked as you could see that he was still salty. ‘Sure~’ you responded while closing your locker.

Back in the hall way you were shoved against the wall with Kaiser trapping you with both of his hands. ‘How can you still smirk in a situation like this, (Y/n)?’ Kaiser asked you getting closer to your face. ‘How could I not?’ You asked back as you leaned in even more. Both of your faces were now inches apart as kaiser began to close his eyes and lean in even more until you grabbed his arm and flipped him over. ‘What the fuck?!’ He asked you with his vision now upside down. ‘What did you think was going to happen?’ You asked him with a raised eyebrow. ‘I-I don’t know….maybe you would kiss me like that one time….’ He said with a little shade of pink on his cheeks. ‘I mean…I could…But that means that i should give in and i don’t want that.’ You replied still smirking at him. ‘Dammit’ he muttered as he got up. He really hated you. You keep playing with his feelings as if he were a mere toy! But maybe..it wouldn’t be so bad if it was you….

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Thank y’all for reading this! I don’t know if I should make a part 2 with this or make Cheating! Kaiser x reader tho.

#bllk scenarios #blue lock #micheal kaiser #kaiser michael #micheal kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader #kaiser x y/n #kaiser x you #bllk kaiser #bllk #bllk michael kaiser #blue lock michael kaiser #blue lock kaiser

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shuukichan · 1 year

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Goku x Vegeta Fic Recs

I've been spoiled with Sherlock, Good Omens, and Star Trek fic recs on this site. But after reigniting ye old flame for the particular paring of Goku x Vegeta, I've found a scarcity of fic recs (on Tumblr at least), so I thought I'd add my 2 cents on the off chance anyone might find this helpful. Fic summaries in italics are from the author and I’ve added some comments of my own to most of them. So here goes - the fic rec list no one asked for!

The Boys in Space

Contamination by @cosmicmewtwo (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 14/14 | Words: 63,045): Hands-down the best DBZ fic I've read. A breathtaking piece of sci-fic horror with all the sophistication of a novel, combined with a profound understanding of Goku and Vegeta and the ability to render them perfectly in character. @cosmicmewtwo gives them a depth and a magnetic passion that keeps me revisiting and re-reading this amazing fic.

High Tide by cosmicmewtwo (Rating: Teen and Up | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 3,270): A touching companion piece to Contamination.

Let’s Jam by @vakaara (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 5,613): Goku and Vegeta get separated from the Galactic Patrol, and crash land on an alien planet. They have plenty of time to get a little closer. For such a short fic, this one is saturated in rich description that immerses the reader in the crush of an alien city, the scents and tastes, the subtle feelings blooming sensually between our two heroes. Hits all the right notes perfectly.

Properties of Darkness by cosmicmewtwo (Rating: Mature | Chapters: 5/? | Words: 10,366) Vegeta pressures Goku into teaching him how to use Instant Transmission, but the technique comes at a sinister price. In true Lovecraftian style, this fic explores the horror of the unknowable and incomprehensible. What exactly happens when you rip at the seams of reality to jump across space? And what's lurking in the in-between?

Vegetasei AUs

Strange New World, That Has Such Creatures In It by GoblinCatKC (Rating: Teen and Up | Chapters: 10/10 | Words: 59,354): An imaginative fic full of world-building. Vegeta's wish to restore Vegetasei reveals the Saiyan homeworld as a misunderstood and divinely-chosen planet, as well as the surprisingly sinister role of the Kais in its downfall. Several religious allegorical references might be familiar to fans of CS Lewis or Tolkien, but (as a review of the fic puts it) the author uses allegory "without going all 'Pilgrim’s Progress' on us."

Irrevocable by akaparalian (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 8/8 | Words: 39,961): Traditionally, the rulers of Vegetasei determine their consorts by way of a tournament and when can Goku stay away from a tournament? Our clueless hero enters for a good fight and wins an outraged Prince. Goku’s ignorance as to the intricacies of his own people’s royal customs and etiquette make for a hard road for them both, but a good slow burn for the reader!

22 Years, 5 Months, 20 Days by zuzallove (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 19,026): Kakarot is Vegeta's assigned sparring partner when they are 4 and 6 years-old. Vegeta absolutely hates him. But as the years go by, Bardock's brat seems to be the only one who can hold Vegeta's attention for more than a minute. He hates him, but he can't live without him. Only two problems with that: there's a war on, and Vegeta has to mate whomever his father picks out for him.

Burn to Ash by cosmicmewtwo (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 2,476): Hours before his wedding, Prince Vegeta receives an unexpected visitor. Beautiful passion and excruciating angst.

Misc

Full Moon by Vakaara (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 7/7 | Words: 18,046): Goku’s tail is back, but he’s not sure he’s happy about it - especially now that he knows what he could become at the full moon. This fic complicates Goku as a character by seriously considering the emotional impact of killing his grandfather, exploring his fear and panic as he tries to accept his Oozaru form as an adult. Vegeta helps him through the process of embracing his Saiyan nature, which leads to another kind of embrace between the two.

Budoven by GoblinCatKC (Rating: Mature | Chapters: 5/5 | Words: 15,524): Vegeta's past comes back to haunt him every day-memories of a lost culture, vulnerabilities he can't shake, a royal bearing crushed under cruelty. Now his past returns in the form of old enemies that destroy worlds, not a single warrior but an entire swarm. An insightful treatment of Vegeta’s past trauma, Goku’s understanding and love of this scarred man, an understanding none of the Z warriors share. Masterfully written with nothing overly maudlin, and bracketed by a gripping battle for Earth, it remains one of my favorite multi-chapter fics.

Feel You In My Bones by @teamdamon (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 9/9 | Words: 62,042): What starts as a fun romp with some great humor and steamy scenes, develops into a fic that explores so much - sexual dynamics, family dynamics, poly dynamics, etc. Vegeta's got one convoluted inner emotional life, Chi-Chi is relatable and understanding, Bulma is hilariously vulgar and loving, and Goku discovers a piece of himself he never knew he needed.

Remote Possibility by Vakaara (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 12,011): After Goku and Vegeta’s first battle, Vegeta’s pod is accidentally called back to Earth. When Goku learns about Frieza from Vegeta, they need to decide what to do next. As usual, Vakaara’s characterizations are spot-on in this AU - Vegeta’s dread of Frieza, Goku’s bottomless optimism, and the magnetic pull between the two Saiyans as they learn to train together against the common threat.

Under My Skin by Vakaara (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 11/11 | Words: 20,162): After eight years dead, Goku returns to Earth for one day at the Tenkaichi Budokai tournament. He left unfinished business between himself and Vegeta when he died. Vegeta isn’t happy about it. The bulk of this truly excellent fic explores the fallout with their families after Buu, the aftereffects of fusion, and how they make sense of it all in the end.

as if i could ever by MsFluorescent (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 7,784): Like many stories, sparring leads to something more physically pleasurable between our two Saiyans. But Goku suddenly cuts things off. Something is crushing our hero’s irrepressible spirit, and even our stoic Vegeta can’t stand by and let that go on.

Standing in Reverence by orphan_account (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words | Words: 5,033): The fusion during the fight with Buu broke down some walls between Goku and Vegeta; Goku tears the rest down in an unprecedented gesture of apology and fidelity to his prince.

Aegis by orphan_account (Rating: Mature | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 3,154): While relaxing after a long day of sparring and hunting, Vegeta remembered the day he finally saw past the mask Goku held up to the world. A rare and satisfying vignette of Vegeta studying, understanding, and taking care of Goku.

Take Care by orphan_account (Rating: Mature | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 2,051): Goku knew when Vegeta wasn’t okay, and he knew what to do when that happened. In the early stages of their relationship, Goku studies his mate like he’s prepping for a fight, and it pays off for them both.

Heat

Kuvusa by orphan_account (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 7,967): This is in my top 5 for off-the-charts hotness, but with a fair dose of tenderness from Vegeta that is written in a wholly believable way for his character. I'm a sucker for the "heat" trope, but this fic is special in its convincing incorporation of the concept into Saiayn biology.

Side Effects by cosmicmewtwo (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 4,779): Vegeta accidentally exposes himself to a strange chemical in Bulma's lab. And really hopes he can expose himself again!

Blame It On Moonlight by gutterbunnyx for Dulcinea (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 2/2 | Words: 5,589): The super moon makes Goku go into heat. Vegeta helps out in his own way. Veggie gets all dominant and Bulma and Chi-Chi are fans.

Toxic by orphan_account (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 7,353) It’s a love-potion-as-revenge/aphrodisiac fic, where poor naïve Goku gets tricked into drinking it. So, not really a “heat” fic but a lot of similar elements (multiple-orgasms, self-lubrication, Vegeta-tenderly-taking-care-of-Goku).

In the Time Chamber

Inside by @schlopreceptacle (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 3,301): Vegeta teaches Goku a little something new about male anatomy in the Time Chamber. Kakavege Week Prompt #22: Teacher’s Pet. They’re only a few months into their stay in the chamber and already Goku’s asking if it’s weird to like another man. Vegeta shows him how fun it can be.

New Ways of Dealing With Idiots by dragonspell (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 3,734): The first time that Vegeta crawls into Kakarot’s bed, it is in sheer self-defense. (Or Vegeta resorts to desperate measures to gain some peace and shut Goku up in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.) Goku is taken by surprise, but Vegeta’s method works well - so well that he may do it again. ;)

Training on Beerus’ Planet

Left Hook by cosmicmewtwo (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 7,176): Goku and Vegeta attempt to put Whis's suggestions into practice, but their training does not go as expected. Vegeta is wound tighter than any backrub could loosen, but Goku tries anyway! Some massage, a frank conversation, and a panicked punch still leads to some explicitly rated results.

You Need To Relax by Yammy_kooki (@eggdoodles) (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 7,59): Vegeta can't relax. Goku has a way to help. Another case of Whis “helping” move things along between these two by providing a very special kind of relaxation aid, as only a crafty angel could!

Curiosity by @tristaml (No rating | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 6,203): Goku learns Vegeta's been with men and he's curious to know what that's like.

One-shots and PWP

Worthy by TristaML (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 2,547): Goku and Vegeta roleplay for the night. Written in a script-like style which detracts nothing from this hot gem.

mistake.jpeg by cosmicmewtwo (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 2/2 | Words: 7,110): Vegeta embarrasses himself over text message. You might imagine our ragey prince going incandescent over his blunder, but Chapter 2 will surprise you.

Simple Needs by cosmicmewtwo (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 5,173): While sparring with Vegeta, Goku has an unexpected reaction (or: Great, Now We Gotta Kinkshame Goku) Sometimes, wires get crossed and pain and defeat get mixed up with other kinds of pleasure. One of the more imaginative uses of ki-rings I’ve had the pleasure to read.

Plain White T by schlopreceptacle (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 1,950): Kakavege Week Prompt #35 - Costume: Casual Wear. Hilariously sexy. Poor Bulma puts up with so much.

Wild by schlopreceptacle (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 3,660): Vegeta sees something wild inside Goku and decides to give him what he craves. Graphic sex, violence and some BDSM themes. Kakavege Week Prompt #15: Uke Goku. “If we go down this road, Kakarot, then things may never be the same.”

Untamed by schlopreceptacle (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 2,628): Follow up to “Wild.” Kakarot comes back to Vegeta for more. Explicit sexual content including bondage, spanking, blood. Kakavege Week Day 3: Bondage

Fight with Denial by schlopreceptacle (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 4,244): Vegeta never was satisfied with his fight with Kakarot that led to unleashing Majin Buu. So now that there are no more distractions, he has the perfect opportunity for a rematch. Kakavege Week Day 2: Hostility. This one reminds me of a few fan comics (Kabu’s Skyworld and Nakamori’s Fair in Love) where Vegeta’s rage and hatred are transformed during a fight. Bloodied and in the dirt, the two fighters finally, explosively, passionately connect after so much wasted animosity and denial.

Red Cheeks by @zennagreenwitch (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 4,210): Goku returns from Yardrat and tries to interact with Vegeta, but Vegeta doesn't seem to want anything to do with him. And what's up with that shirt? For Kakavege Week 12 Prompt Day 5: Embarrassed For once, Chichi knows what her Goku needs and makes sure he goes for it! Goku’s got a bit of internalized homophobia, but it’s no match for Chichi’s and Vegeta’s patience in this fun little fic.

By Accident by zennagreenwitch (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 2/2 | Words: 9,346): Phantom tail pains wake Vegeta up in the middle of the night. Set after the Buu saga. Kakavege Week 12 Prompt Day 4: Underwear Series: Part 4 of Kakavege Week 12. Due Goku’s private, yet poorly-worded wish, Vegeta and all the half-Saiyan children are surprised to wake up with regenerated tails! After a bit of panic, Vegeta takes the situation in hand and explains what tail movements and scents communicate. Little does Goku realize what his tail betrays to his long-time friend and rival.

Training by MadamBiscuit (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 4,839): Vegeta's been having strange dreams lately involving his long-time rival, Goku. When Goku shows up for an impromptu training session, Vegeta tries to turn him down, but it isn't a fight that Goku wants . . . he wants to learn how to kiss properly!? Goku is super clueless and Vegeta has convinced himself this must be a dream. Silly hot PWP!

Signals by TristaML (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 2,938): PWP Vegeta/Goku. The wives have passed and Goku didn’t realize that anyone else knew that he liked Vegeta until adult Goten and Trunks pointed it out

Threesomes

The Proposition by GoldenMama (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 10,154 ): The Saiyans have their tails back, and Bulma’s questions are relentless. She asks the boys to enlighten her (for the sake of science, of course). Will they satisfy more than just her thirst for knowledge? A perfect blend of Saiyan possessiveness and a willingness to share. Vegeta is his smoldering self, but get ready for a more adult Goku than you might be used to!

Pace Is the Trick by GoldenMama (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/2 | Words: 4,082): Sequel to The /Proposition. It's Vegeta's turn to be the center of attention. Even when the Prince of All Saiyans is the bottom, he will always be on top.

Three's Company by herpb4uderp (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 6,295): Goku and Vegeta turn an interruption into an invitation. On top of an expertly hot fic, what I love about this one is how the author explores the magnetic bond that Goku and Vegeta share – a bond that draws Broly towards them but one that will only ever be uniquely their own.

Dizzying Descent by gutterbunnyx (Rating: Explicit | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 3,819): Day 1 for Bottom Goku Week 2022 - Fantasy! Goku fantasizes about Broly... And Vegeta is also there. ;) And then suddenly the fantasy materializes! Sloppy sexy fun.

#goku x vegeta #vegeta x goku #kakavege #vegekaka #fic rec #fanfic #dbz fanfiction

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kissagii · 1 year

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mutual feelings, pining, and silly antics with best friend!nanase

Nanase has a sort of unparalleled genuineness in his reactions to, well, just about everything.

"Uh-oh!" he laughs, grinning, upon noticing the rainstorm, "Didn't expect that today!"

You can't help but snicker at his optimism. "Nanase, you're going to get drenched. It's pouring buckets out there."

"It'll be fine, nature's shower, am I right?" He almost has you convinced, but the harsh sounds of the rain on the pavement outside make you think twice. He won't be fine, not in that weather.

You open up your own umbrella - thank the stars you remembered to bring it - and motion for him to follow, "You ride the train, right? I can shelter you to the station, it's a pretty short walk so we'll probably be fine with just the umbrella."

He steps under your umbrella with a smile, its brightness rivaling the sun on the hottest summer day. Huddled together shoulder-to-shoulder you step out into the weather, walking quickly, umbrella pummeled by the downpour. "Y'know... maybe I don't want nature's shower today. Thanks for the umbrella, it makes me feel famous!"

Clearly, not even the thick gray clouds were a deterrent to his positivity. It's infectious. "Fear not, Lord Nanase, I will protect you from the weather!"

"What is this, our bodyguard AU?" He bumps his shoulder playfully against yours.

"Yes, yes it is." You awkwardly shift the umbrella to your other hand, your now free hand wrapping around his shoulder to pull him into you. He giggles, and you fake-kiss his cheek with an exaggerated "muah."

His cheeks flush bright pink. "What was that for?!"

"For the cliches, duh," You laugh as you switch back to your original umbrella grip, a flustered Nanase struggling to keep up with your quick pace for the last hundred yards to the station.

He doesn't catch up properly until you're at the station, the train just about to pull in. It's weirdly empty for this time of afternoon, as if only you two had chosen to brave the weather.

"C'mon, if you're gonna do that you could at least do it properly," He says. You look at him with a raised eyebrow, somewhere between confusion and a challenge. "Like this." He plants a firm kiss on your cheek, then darts through the rain and into the train.

"Nijiro!"

You have to hurry to make it in before the doors close, fumbling with your umbrella as you hurry to a seat. "What was that for?" you whisper to him. He can't just tease me like that.

"I dunno, just felt like it," Nanse grins innocently, leaning against your shoulder. His rain-damp hair soaks through your shirt as he dozes off, the rain outside slowly dissipating to nothing more than a short drizzle. He'll be fine walking himself home, and after the events at the station, you think it might be for the best.

"Don't forget your umbrella again or I'll leave you in the rain, kay?"

if you hurt him i will hurt you. end of story.

#imagine ⋆｡°✩#nanase nijiro #bllk nanase #nanase x reader #nanase nijiro x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #nanase fluff

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levisfavoriteteashop · 2 months

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levisfavoriteteashop's writing event

illicit affairs x eren yeager

"you know damn well, for you i would ruin myself, a million little times."

notes: this is the first fic on my writing event, requested by @urmomslvr0. i hope you like it, i know you said maybe you'd want a happy ending but i was really feeling like going for angst, i hope you don't mind :) i really enjoyed writing it, thank you for your request.

cw: modern!au, cheating, angst no comfort

word count: around 1.4k

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Make sure nobody sees you leave Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Your heart jumped in your chest when you heard the familiar ding of an incoming text message coming through your phone. You discreetly grabbed the phone and unlocked it, only to read the text message you received. To no surprise, it was from your one and only best friend; Eren Yeager.

“Meet me, you know where. I want to talk”, the message says, short and straight to the point, as usual.

Tell your friends you're out for a run You'll be flushed when you return

“Y/N? Are you alright” You turned your head toward your friend, with whom you were having a sleepover tonight. She was sitting on your bed and she had noticed your troubled expression, which left her wondering about what was going on.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine. Hey, uh…I need some air, I’ll go for a quick run, ‘kay?” Without waiting for her response, you passed in front of her to get to the front door, your heart beating nervously in your chest.

Take the road less travelled by Tell yourself you can always stop

As you walked the lonely streets of your neighbourhood, you couldn’t help but overthink and worry, wondering if what you were doing was right. After all, it was nothing new, only the same old story. Your heart was aching for him, you were so in love with that boy, yes, but you knew it was wrong. Eren had a girlfriend, Mikasa, and you had to let him be. But, how could you possibly do that when that very same boy kept playing around with you whenever he had the chance? Eren knew about your feelings for him, so why was he continuing to lead you on?

What started in beautiful rooms Ends with meetings in parking lots

Finally, you made you arrive at that spot, the spot he always called you when he wanted to talk to you, or see you. As you approached the tall figure, he lifted up his head and gave you a calm smile, his green eyes shining brightly at yours. Even though you knew better, you smiled back. You always did.

“Hey…thank you for coming.”

“Well…how could I not?” you answered with a shy smile. Meanwhile, Eren got a bit closer to you.

“How are you?” he asked, genuine concern filled his deep, soft voice.

“I’m…alright. How about you? How are…things?”

Eren smiled awkwardly and shook his head slightly “Ah…don’t worry about it. Things are fine, Mikasa’s clueless…”he paused, before leaning slowly his hand toward your face and brushing back a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re really pretty, you know?”he murmured slowly, staring deeply into your eyes.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares

You smile weakly, feeling butterflies in your stomach, but at the same time you felt…bad, hesitant. Your emotions were in turmoil, because you knew that this was wrong. This was wrong on so many aspects, but your foolish little heart couldn’t let go, no matter how hard you tried.

“Hey…what’s wrong?” he murmured as he cupped your cheeks, worry filling his eyes.

You sighed softly and looked at him with sad hesitation as you spoke in a soft voice.

“Eren…do we really have to continue seeing each other this way? Shouldn’t we just…be together officially?”

It's born from just one single glance But it dies, and it dies, and it dies A million little times

Eren’s face frowned as he sighed and removed his hands off your cheeks.

“Y/N…you know I can’t do that. There’s Mikasa.”

“But you’re seeing me…it means that you don’t really love her, do you? So I don’t understand wh–”

“God, please! Look baby, you agreed on being with me like that, yeah? I can’t just break up with her now, so..just be patient, okay?”

Eren scoffed and shook his head, giving you an exhausted look, as if trying to say that you were the one who got it wrong.

“Eren…please, I’m serious. Why is it so hard for you to break up with her when you say that I’m all I want?” you asked in a soft murmur, giving him a desperate look, needing answers to ease your troubled mind.

Eren was about to answer, looking deeply inside you eyes, but you spoke first, letting out everything you kept for yourself.

Leave the perfume on the shelf That you picked out just for him So you leave no trace behind Like you don't even exist

“Look, Eren…you know I love you. And I want to be with you, but I need you to be honest with me, I need to know if you and I have a future together. Don’t you understand how hard it is, to pretend as if there is nothing between us, to just be your little secret? I always have to make sure to not leave any trace behind, like I don't even exist! And I’ve tried so hard to be patient and not ask too much, but I think I deserve to know. If you’re seeing me because you’re in it for the thrill but you don’t have genuine love for me, then I’m sorry but I can’t keep being the other woman in that relationship of yours. So, please…all I’m asking you is to give me an answer.”

The silence hit heavily, as the both of you looked at each other. Unspoken thoughts and feelings filled the air, as you awaited his answer, feeling as if your heart was slowly sinking deep inside your chest. You were waiting hopefully, looking softly at the man standing in front of you. Deep down, however, you already knew what the answer would be.

And you wanna scream Don't call me "kid" Don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

Eren remained silent, torn apart by mixed feelings. He looked slowly toward you, his emerald eyes filled with doubt and hesitation.

“Look…kid, just listen…”

You stayed silent, as you looked at him struggling for words, feeling your heart slowly drop at his visible hesitation.

“Baby, I…I know how it is for you but you know…you know I can’t just…”

“Can’t what? Can’t be with me officially because you don’t really want that?” you cut him off as you spoke bitterly, looking at him with sad but firm eyes.

“Eren, I love you, but I can’t keep doing that to myself. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see what a godforsaken mess you made of me? I’m just utterly tired, Eren. Tired of every time I feel my heart break in my chest whenever I see you with Mikasa, and yet I have no right to be sad or mad about it because you aren’t mine to begin with. Tired of the constant lying, hiding and sneaking around just because you can’t make up your mind.” you paused, as you were trying so hard to hold back the tears that were starting to form in your eyes.

“You know, the worst part is that I can’t move on and focus on someone else. It’s like…it’s as if you taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else, everything keeps me bound to you, and as much as I love you, i hate that is it keeping us like that. I truly want only the best for us, but at this point we have to accept that you are seeing Mikasa, and you have to let me move on. Please…” you finished your sentences with teary eyes, filling the dampness on your cheek. You took a shaky breath as you looked down, trying to remain calm and collected.

As the silence grew heavy and awkward, the low and guilty voice of the man in front of you spoke again, barely above a murmur.

“…Yeah. I know, I’m…I’m sorry. I…”

You didn’t have to listen to the rest of his apologetic and sad speech to understand what it meant. It was the end of the story, a story that never should’ve happened in the first place. Now, all that there was left to it was the fact that you would easily ruin yourself a million little times for Eren, and he knew that very well. And it was unfair, because he couldn’t do the same for you.

#eren yeager x reader #eren yeager #attack on titan #writing event #levisfavoriteteashop #angst #illicit affairs #fics inspired by song

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astralis-is-typing · 10 months

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We lost the Summer

⚝fic type: Y/A (coming-of-age)

⚝genre/contains: huening kai x reader, fluff, angst, gn!reader, non-idol!au with a dash of friends2lovers

⚝warnings: mentions of food (sweets & ice-cream)

⚝word count: 3.5k, pt 2/2 (part 1)

⚝A/N: Yes, I'm finally releasing this two months later. It's taken me so long to be happy with it 😭✌ but here we are! Dedicated to blonde hyuka who I've loved since forever💙

Spring break was fast approaching… and with it came that insufferable exam fever, punctuated by short bursts of the euphoric feeling of finally understanding the subject material. Much like the sun was now trying to peak its way down to you. Soft and tentative and brimming with the hope of a new season.

Your life in the city had taken an upturn. You started going out more often, and made good friends– some of whom you knew would be sticking around for the long run. It didn’t feel lonely anymore, and the uncertainty you had previously lugged around with every step had begun to unthaw like everything else as the seasons changed.

Mid-term exams came and went in a fleeting moment of perilous pressure, characterised by Soobin bursting into the library (earning himself a very dirty look from the librarian) and declaring that he actually hadn’t failed calculus. The exam season had been rough for you as well, but you tried to not worry about it too much. In any case, your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of flying home and all the things you’d do when you got there. You wondered if everything would be just as you’d left it, or if there had been significant change. It had only been nine months, sure, but that had been a lot of growing time on your end. Mentally, you were leaps and bounds ahead of where you’d been when you first moved out here.

A slight drizzle had kicked up by the time you got home, but you didn’t mind it one bit, immediately indulging yourself in all the familiar pleasures you had so dearly missed. The restaurant you used to frequent had been closed down, but your mother didn’t give you any time to grieve it with all the dishes she was whipping up. Your parents had always let you find your own way, and hadn’t tried convincing you to stay in your hometown when you decided to move away. Nevertheless, they had missed you all the same, and made up for the lost time with filling dinners and family outings.

As much as you tried not to think about him, Kai had been lingering at the back of your mind since you booked your flight home. The two of you had not talked in over nine months. Was he still living there? Maybe he’d taken a chance, like you, and moved away. You knew he’d always wanted to be a perfumer– as crazy as that sounds– and was now probably majoring in Chemistry.

Kai was sometimes your last thought before you slept, and your drowsy mind would annoyingly draw up scenarios of meeting him again. You had subtly asked your older sister about him and she’d confirmed that he still lived in your hometown. You would have to make a great effort to not ‘accidentally’ walk by his house as you strolled around the neighbourhood. You had spotted him around a few times; at the gas station once– the baseball cap obscuring his features doing nothing to stop you from recognizing your ex-best friend. You flush at the memory of how your heart had hammered as you rolled down your seat in order not to be seen by him. Your sister had given you a very curious look at that.

The first time you bumped into each other, you had quite literally halted in your tracks. You’d been hurrying off to a reunion party with a few of your family members and had rushed into the convenience store to get some snacks for the road. Kai was in the confectioneries isle, stacking up on skittles, marshmallows and gummy bears. You couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled in your throat at the sight of his face taut with concentration. Kai detested shopping, yet never trusted anyone else to do his candy shopping for him. That was a sacred matter.

Kai had grown so much over your time apart. His long black locks had been cut short, his hair now a glowing blonde. It suited him well; the short pale strands accentuated his features that had begun to sharpen with time. You hadn’t been as adventurous, barely changing your hairstyle in your time away. However, you didn’t feel conscious about it– you were learning how to live life at your own pace. Before, such an inconsequential difference would have made you feel left behind. Everything had been a competition when you were in high school– and you used to feel like you were on the losing end half of the time.

Kai’s smile was as sweet as ever when he turned around at the sound of footsteps to be met by your own small smile. His cheeky grin lit up his face as his eyes danced under the fluorescent lights. The way the corners of his mouth quirked upwards always made him look like he was up to mischief– which he was, most of the time. Your friendship growing up had been greatly characterised by you bailing the two of you out of trouble after he’d convinced you to join him in doing something dumb (and mildly dangerous).

The two of you awkwardly fumbled between a hug and a handshake, all the more as you settled for a shaky version of the latter. Even though it was evident that you were both excited to meet each other again, your attempt at small talk did not venture beyond surface-level conversations. The hesitance that characterized all your meetings, hanging over them like a fog, reminded you of the gap breached between the two of you in high school. Just like back then, there were a few times in the present when you sensed that he might make a shot at truly reconnecting… but the moment would pass without any new development. Something kept getting in the way. Fear, pride… you couldn’t pin point exactly what it was. Another holiday was quickly coming to an end without the two of you making up, just like the way you’d lost the summer.

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Eventually, about a fortnight before you were scheduled to travel back to college, you bump into Kai at your music store. This store had housed some of the best memories of your childhood; to find everything exactly as you had left it was a comfort words could not describe. You remember how sorely you had missed strolling through these isles at the beginning of your college year. Meeting Kai here only fuelled the nostalgia as you were the one who introduced him to this little slice of paradise on one of your innumerable walks home from school, back when you were children. It surprises you that Kai’s taste in music hasn’t changed much. Yours, on the other hand, had undergone a transformation of sorts within the time you’ve been away. It’s crazy how much music contributes to your mood; now that you’re listening to what you want (rather than going along with other people’s persuasions), you’ve found yourself far happier than you were during your high school years.

The two of you stumble over pleasantries as usual, sneaking glances at each other as you browse the shelves. At times your eyes would meet and you would be the one to look away, for Kai would only hold your gaze and venture no further. In your periphery you could spot the store’s owner, Namjoon, eyeing the two of you curiously. For all he knew, all he’d ever known, you and Kai were the best of friends– simply inseparable. He had never questioned you when you stopped bringing Kai to get new music with you in your final year of high school, simply assuming that the need to study was keeping Kai cooped up at home.

In the end, growing restless from this silent game, Kai broke the ice first and approached you, cracking an inside joke that he knew you could never resist laughing at. Within a matter of minutes it became apparent how foolish both of you were being by trying to avoid one another.

It’s amazing how conversation flows so naturally; anybody watching you two wouldn’t be able to tell that there had been radio silence from both ends for so long. Too long… but that void was rapidly closing with each laugh he managed to pull out of you.

The two of you agree to hit up your old ice cream parlour and Namjoon waves you goodbye on your way out, delight lighting up his features now that his favourite pair of troublemakers were back in business.

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What you didn’t know was that Kai had missed you so much he couldn’t bear it. He would often catch himself wandering aimlessly on his walks alone after the two of you fell out. To see you again had given him a sliver of hope that he could make everything go back to the way it once was.

But Kai knew you well, and figured that the stubbornness in you– that he had over time grown to love– wouldn’t let you reach out first. Nevertheless, when he saw you at the music store he was determined to get you back. Somehow, he was going to make this work.

It had taken him so much time to stop eyeing his calendar after you left for college without coming to say goodbye. He was constantly reminded of you by the important dates you had marked onto it. Movie releases, when your favourite albums dropped, exams that you had to study for… you’d jot them down with the coloured glitter pens you would find scattered around his room. Your pens, actually- because Kai had an uncanny ability to nick them without you noticing a thing. You still scolded him for it now, almost a decade later.

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You and Kai had spent countless Friday afternoons peering outside this parlour’s large windows, kneeling on your chairs to watch passers-by and cook up stories about what you two thought their lives were like. Kai would be reduced to fits of giggles as you pointed out random people with your ice-cream cone and invented incredibly detailed (and slightly unrealistic) tales about them. Your all-time favourite was a burly man who frequented the office building adjacent to the parlour. The two of you had convinced yourselves that guy was part of some mafia syndicate. He was always in dark sunglasses, had a comically twisted moustache, and on warmer days would rest against the hood of his car and smoke a cigar.

You find out Kai did really well in his high school exams; you hadn’t really followed up at the time. Your family was big on sending success cards, but when they sent one to Kai, the two of you were still distant. You remember writing a generic ‘good luck’ message that didn’t feel personal, didn’t feel like it was written by a friend he’d had for years. You feel a twinge of sadness at that. It’s crazy to think nearly all the ‘friendships’ that you had basically dumped Kai for had died out by the end of the summer following high school. It seemed the minute they left those school gates, those friends seemed to be ‘too busy’ for you. And yet, the boy who’d stuck by your side for so long was here with you now.

After getting your order you sit on the sidewalk outside the parlour sharing earphones. You two laugh as you remember getting into trouble together for doing this during a lesson when you were deskmates. Kai had been a quiet kid before befriending you… but that changed drastically once he came out of his shell. Kai was constantly getting himself into trouble, both at school and at home. You’ll always loved the image of a then tiny Kai being scolded and pinched on his chubby cheek for coming home all muddy after an electrifying football match. It had been around the world cup and all the kids on your street would spend the whole day outside, mimicking the matches they had watched on TV. Kai had been trying to run into the kitchen with filthy shoes all because he’d smelled his favourite food. As you shared your current mishaps and gossiped about the students in your respective courses, you were starting to feel like you’d gotten your confidant back. Kai was so easy to talk to. He was never judgemental and, after years of friendship, understood what you were saying before you even completed your sentences. It only occurred to you now, in the tentative afternoon sun, how handsome Kai was becoming as he grew older. Had he really always looked like this?

When you looked at him for too long, however, all you could see was that mischievous boy who’d been stealing all your glitter pens since fifth grade– and you told him as much.

“What do you mean by that?” He gasped, then raised an eyebrow. “You don’t find me breath-taking?”

“Absolutely not-”

“Simply just dazzling?” He posed, pouting his lips.

“Nope,” you laughed. “You’re a thief. A criminal, Kai.”

“Then you must be Britney Spears.” He teased with a wink, causing you to throw your bag at him with mock disgust.

—

On the eve of your departure, Kai agreed to come over and help you pack. It was the last time you would have any time together before you left as only your family was taking you to the airport for your short flight back. You had spent the better part of your last two weeks at home in each other’s company.

But despite of your plans, the day stretched on with no sign of Huening Kai.

You called him to no avail, because his phone was off. You’d tried waiting for him… tried to delay your inevitable separation, but it was no use. Packing your things alone, you bit back your worry and slight disappointment, hoping that Kai was alright and figuring that something urgent must’ve come up.

Kai showed up the next day, about half an hour before you were scheduled to leave for the airport. By that time you had written off any hope of seeing him before you left, so it surprised you when he came hurtling into your room.

“I’m so sorry I’m late I-”

“Are you alright? What happened?” You took note of the way he was panting as if he’d just ran a marathon.

“My dog,” he explained, trying to catch his breath. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it. She got sick, and the vet was out of town. My phone died on me-”

“Hey,” you softly stopped his rambling, motioning for him to take a seat on your bed. “Take it easy, it’s fine.”

Any disappointment that you previously held dissipated at the genuine remorse in his eyes. You knew that dog was getting really old, and how Kai would do anything not to lose her just yet… even if, like the two of you now, the separation would eventually be inevitable. Kai had always been bad at handling goodbyes of any nature, and for the first time you wondered how he coped when you left last August.

“It’s not fine, I know-” his breath got caught in his chest and he took a moment to steady his breathing. “I know you’ll be leaving for even longer this time and I…”

He trailed off, eyes trained on your shelf full of his music albums. His eyebrows furrowed as if he was in pain.

What he was saying was true, you had planned to stay in your college’s city till the end of year. Your life in the new city had started to look up; you were starting to really enjoy your time there.

“I know you won’t be coming back for the summer,” he continued, standing up and walking towards you. “And we’ve both been pretty stupid but I honestly wish I hadn’t wasted so much time.”

His mind was racing with the slight panic of losing you again. A nightmarish week, another month, a year…

He couldn’t bear to live in limbo for any longer, not when you’d just managed to reconcile. He felt bad you two spent nearly the whole holiday avoiding each other. Being with you this summer had evoked feelings within him that he had previously dismissed. Kai wondered if, given the chance, your friendship could eventually have led to something bigger.

“I should’ve looked for you earlier, maybe if I had-”

“There’s no point in dwelling on that now,” you tried reasoning with him.

You were caught between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, you didn’t see a real reason to keep flying back home- it costed money, and was really rather unnecessary considering your parents weren’t nagging you to keep visiting; you’d been lucky in that department, unlike so many of your classmates. On the other hand, here was your best friend of so many years who you doubt you could live without again.

Your thoughts are interrupted by your sister calling for you from downstairs, announcing that it was time to leave.

Kai felt like he was losing his grip. He racked his brain for a convincing argument but his conscience knew that making you come back just for him would be selfish considering how happy you were in your new city.

He pulled you into an unexpected hug, trying to convey all that he struggled to put into words into it. You noticed that he’d changed his cologne since high school. This one was mature compared to the crazy experiments he used to pull… mixing different scents into one bottle and beaming when it smelled half decent.

You found yourself melting into the embrace, drawing him impossibly closer. You had missed this for so long when the two of you were apart. Kai placed a soft kiss to your temple and the action made your breath catch for a moment. You remembered all those months ago when your mother told you that if it was meant to be it would work out in the end.

He mustered a faint smile when you pull away to face him again.

“I’m not losing you again.” You promised determinedly, ruffling his blonde hair that you’d steadily become obsessed with.

“We’ll find a way.” He promised back simply with a wink, returning to his usual playful nature.

The two of you make your way downstairs, Kai offering to help you with your luggage. Your mother, who’d not seen Kai come in, beams at him when you two get to the landing. She’d been ecstatic when you dragged him over for dinner last week, seeing that he hadn’t been over in almost a year.

The very last goodbyes are the hardest ones of all, you conclude, when you pull Kai into a final hug. You didn’t want to think about how difficult it would be to walk away from your family once it was time to board the plane.

You find yourself muttering his name with the air that it was the last time you’d have it on your lips; slightly pained and breathless with defeat. He pulls you in tighter, whispering reassurances in your ear. If anything, the fact that you had him back in your life would be enough comfort to get you through your flight.

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The plane ride is uneventful and you can already feel the jetlag knocking on your door when you get to your dorm room. It’s a comfortable feeling, though, walking through the campus. This place has become a second home to you in its own way.

You glimpse Soobin on your way to the hostels but barely have enough energy to engage him in conversation. In any case he was busy play-fighting with a friend of his; Soobin was tearing down the corridor, the other boy hot on his heels and aiming a water gun at him, laughing wildly. You recognized Beomgyu from your Business class, and Soobin had been ranting to you over the phone about the long-haired boy since they’d met at a gaming convention over spring break. It seems as if your friend group would be expanding soon.

In spite of your exhaustion, you’d hate to have the task of unpacking looming over you tomorrow morning, so you sigh and get down to it. Your roommate, Yeonjun, isn’t back yet, so you can’t ask him for help. When you unzip the front pocket of your suitcase where you’d packed your toiletries, you find a note stuck onto a brand new pack of glitter pens. You recognize the neat scrawl as Kai’s handwriting. When on earth did he have the time to slip this into your suitcase?

You stare at the note incredulously, letting out a breathless laugh.

“I’ve been in and out of my uni’s admissions office for the past few days. Looks like I’ll be transferring! Surprise!

Insane, I know, but long story short… I’ll be over this summer. This paper is too tiny for details anyway.

Anyways, I thought it was about time I bought you some of these ;) I’ll probably steal them all back when I get there but oh well.

Enjoy! ~Kai.”

Huening Kai was crazy, you thought, grinning to yourself as you made a mental note to contact him first thing in the morning. You suppose there’s just about enough room for one more person at your lunch table.

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