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cowpokeomens · 1 year ago

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Little One

Pairing: Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI WITH THIS!!! Anyways, we got some smut, some vaginal fingering, p in v, blowjobs, praise kink, cute pet names, lots of kissing, lots of me being h-word, enjoy folks

He’s staring.

You can feel him staring.

Part of you wonders why the others haven’t made fun of him yet- they jump at the opportunity to clown on each other, scoff when someone is being “soft.” You hadn’t risked a glance in a long time to judge the nature of the stare- was it soft? If not, what was it? Surely you aren’t the only one aware of the stare to begin with?

You do your best not to wriggle around where you sit on the floor, cuffing your sweats one more time out of nervousness. They were from some super-secret-elite-mega-ultra-exclusive merch drop, and Noah had insisted on you needing a pair, because “Who the fuck doesn’t own a single pair of sweats?” They were as comfortable as described, if not a bit long. Such was the case when clothing was designed by giants, you reckoned.

“Lillis.” You heard a Swedish murmur, knowing the name was directed at you. You remembered the first time you had heard it, had corrected him with a polite, “Oh, that’s not my name.” You remembered his shy smile as he said he knew. You had never gotten around to asking him to translate, worried it meant “donkey shit” and would ruin the maladaptive daydream in your head wherein he wanted you back and-

Stop, you thought to yourself. We don’t go there.

You finally raised your eyes to his, dark and thoughtful and all-consuming; eyes that had been trained on you for at least half an hour. “Hm?” Was your dazzling response.

He gave you a sweet smile, barely there. “Everyone said they were going to grab food for dinner, were you going to tag along or slum it with me here until they get back?” He leaned in conspiratorially, stage-whispering, “If you stay, we can warm up in Mario Kart and dethrone Noah.”

“As if.” Came a scoff from the kitchen, where the man in question was slipping on a pair of slides.

“New plan: You have to stay, because I’m tired of his arrogance.” Nicholas chimed in matter-of-factly, tugging on a pair of worn-out sneakers.

A debate broke out between them, Nick serving as instigator to both sides as Noah listed all the reasons why he was “so damn good” at the racing game. You felt a tap on your shoulder.

He was closer now, too close for you to hide your sharp intake of breath at his proximity. “So you’re going to tag along with those goofballs?” Jolly gave you a knowing look, as if he already knew the answer. No doubt it was evident on your face.

You returned his smile. “I think I’ll sit that one out, thanks.” Then, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the kerfuffle in the kitchen, “Y’all go ahead, I’ll hang back here.”

Nicholas hid a smile poorly, Noah outright rolled his eyes. “Figures. Text us your order, don’t do anything nasty on the couch-” He was cut off with a loud smack, voice trailing down the hallway as the group hastily exited. “Ow, fuck. What? It’s true! He’s been staring-”

You could feel your cheeks warming up as his words grew fainter. Jolly seemed unbothered, already setting up the Nintendo Switch controllers, handing you your signature purple.

“So, unfortunately, I don’t know if we’ll actually be able to dethrone the king tonight. You know how much I suck at Mario Kart- and I haven’t played in months probably.” You admit sheepishly.

Jolly huffed a laugh at your confession, coming over to sit beside you- so close that your outstretched legs were bumping against each other. You could smell the shampoo he used that morning, cologne coming off him in soft waves, the scent of amber and tonka bean mixing with something else that was heady and dark. You wanted to burrow your face into the smell and fall asleep.

“Fear not, älskling, we can sharpen your skills in no time.” He made quick work of adjusting the settings, then turned to you suddenly. “C’mere.”

You blinked. “I am here?”

He huffed another laugh, then motioned to the ground between his legs. “No, like, here. Come sit, I can’t help you from all the way over there.”

Your face was scarlet, you knew it. You couldn’t look him in the eyes, but you nodded and got up anyways, shuffling over to settle yourself between his long legs. Your back was rod-straight, afraid of what it might feel like to relax against his chest. His arms came up and around you, making you feel small in comparison as he placed his hands atop yours on the controller. His hair tickled your arm as he leaned forward, chin resting at the juncture of your shoulder and neck. You reminded yourself to breathe.

“Okay, so the first thing we’re going to do is customize the car. What character do you want?”

“Peach.” You replied automatically, not giving it a thought.

You could feel his smile. “Princess for the princess, sounds good.” He selected the little blonde character, the screen shifting to a selection of bikes, wheels, and gliders. “So if you press this button, it’ll show you the stats for each option. You can go for speed, but keep in mind that it can be harder to turn…” He continued on as you found yourself relaxing into the lull of his voice, nodding at the appropriate times, letting his fingers guide you across the screen. Your shoulders slumped a bit, back coming to rest against his chest every so slightly, the soft material of his sweatshirt cushioning you.

“... did you get any of that?”

“Hm?” You straightened a bit, more alert now. “Oh- uh, yeah. I want the little pink sportscar- with the stripes on it.”

“That one has the lowest speed, älskling.” You could hear him fighting back a laugh.

“The stripes will make me faster.” You argued. “And what is an ‘L-sling?’ Will it make me go faster, too?”

He couldn’t hold back his laugh now, shoulders curving forward to bump against you gently with the action. “Älskling, not ‘L-sling,’ lillis.”

You sighed, exasperated. “What does that even mean? It’s no fair, I don’t even know what you’re saying! Is it mean?” He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “Oh my god, it’s totally mean, I changed my mind I don’t want to know-”

“Baby.” You froze at the word. He had set down the controller, hand sitting lightly on your thigh. Your skin was seared where his fingertips grazed. “They’re not bad words, they’re just-” He stopped with a soft sigh.

You decided to be brave, turning around so you could see his face. You sat back on your heels, looking at him expectantly, patiently.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said at last.

You looked down, cheeks flushing, fingers toying with each other. One of his hands reached out to grab yours, stilling their movement. You took a deep breath. “Okay, trade.”

He cocked his head, confused. “Trade?”

You nodded. “Mhm. You tell me what ‘lillis’ means, and I’ll tell you something too.”

He thought about it. “Do I get to pick what you tell me?”

You furrowed your brows despite yourself. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair. Now go.”

A ghost of a smile flashed across his face. “Lillis is like, ‘little one,’ I guess would be the closest translation.” He looked sheepish for a moment, continuing, “It’s, uh, well- it’s kind of like baby talk?”

“You’re calling me a little baby?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed now, shattering the tension of the moment. “No, I’m calling you little. In the tone that you’d use with a baby. It’s-”

“I am not little!” You objected indignantly.

He gave you a simpering look. You frowned. He continued on, “It’s a term of endearment. Now,” both of his hands came to rest on the tops of your thighs. “You tell me something- something you would never, ever tell me otherwise.”

A million ideas flashed through your mind, ranging from domestic scenes of cooking dinner to carnal desires that you only indulged yourself in when you were at home, in your bed, very alone. Your face heated up, whether from shame or arousal you weren’t sure. Now wasn’t the time for it anyways.

“I can see you overthinking, älskling. Spill it.” He ducked his head down to look into your eyes, and you found yourself unable to stop your mouth from opening.

“The first time I saw you I wanted to kiss you.” You blurted, jaw snapping shut, as if the force would somehow form a vacuum that could suck all the words back in.

He was grinning, a devilish thing that was entirely too smug and self-satisfied given the circumstances. “Oh yeah?”

“Shut up.” You grumbled, unable to formulate a witty response.

He leaned closer, hands resting on the outer curve of your thigh, gripping slightly. “And now?”

“Now what?” You countered, unsure of what he was saying.

A smile lingered on his lips, the way wildflowers linger in the early days of autumn. You realized too late that he was too close again. “Do you still want to kiss me now?”

You swallowed once, breaths ragged. Finally, you nodded.

Another grin. “Then ask nicely.”

Your mouth dropped open, taken aback. “‘Ask nicely?’” You repeated, rage bubbling up to the surface. “You should ask nicely! You’re the one staring at me today! Big, dumb, Swedish-”

You were cut off as his lips crashed into yours, one hand leaving your thigh to grab your jaw, the other coming up to your back to pull you against him. You melted into the feeling, your hands finding their way to his face.

“Pretty girl,” he murmured against your lips, in between kisses. “My pretty girl.” His tongue came out to trace your bottom lip, catching it in his teeth and tugging on it. The groan you let out was entirely involuntary, legs scrambling up so you could settle in his lap. He bit your lip again, and your hips flexed into him, grinding down.

“Älskling, we don’t have to do anything-” He mumbled around your mouth, hands pulling you impossibly closer.

“We don’t,” You agreed, then continued, “But if it’s all the same to you, I have a lot of ideas filed under ‘things I would never, ever tell you-’”

You could feel his grin in the kiss, large hands coming down to grip at your ass, kneading the flesh there. You whimpered, hands gripping at his shoulders.

“Not here.” He finally broke away to pant. “Not the couch.”

The giggle that escaped you was almost delirious, the shock that this was really happening coursing through your body. He stood, pulling you up with him, guiding you both to his room.

“Oh, we’re gonna have weird, nasty sex.” You sang gleefully.

He laughed loudly at your antics, finally reaching his room, where he shut and locked the door quickly. You backed up slowly, until the backs of your legs hit the bed. He turned to look at you then, pupils blown wide with lust. He was in front of you in two quick strides, hands resting on your hips.

“Tell me.” He demanded, tone not in the least bit demanding. “Tell me the ideas you have.”

You gulped, suddenly shy again. “Um…”

“Trade?” He prompted. His hands had made their way under your shirt, rubbing at the bare skin of your back.

You nodded, happier with the agreement. “Um, well.”

A thought popped in your head, one of the more profane on your list of fantasies. It must have reflected on your face, because Jolly’s next words were: “Tell me.”

You blushed for the millionth time that night. But, a deal was a deal. “Remember when I flew out to visit y’all in Texas? The hotel with the balconies?”

A wicked grin spread on his face, following your line of thought. “Go on.”

“I thought- I thought about you. About us. On the balcony.” You stammered.

“A bit more detail, baby.” He pushed gently.

Bolstering your courage, you continued. “I thought about what- what it would feel like, to have you bend me over the railing and do what you wanted with me. I thought-” You took a shaky breath. “Thought about the people who might have seen me- seen us and known that I was yours.”

His grip was tight on you now as he pushed you back onto the bed. “Thank you for sharing. Want to know what I was thinking about that night, in the next room?”

You nodded too fast, desperate. It didn’t go unnoticed by him.

He was hovering over you now, nose tracing the column of your neck. “I could hear you, y’know.” You froze. “Heard you moaning and whimpering. I thought about what it would be like to be able to spread you out and have my way with you. What kind of sounds you’d make, how long it would take for you to start shaking for me. How long it would take for you to fall apart for me.” His hands were under your shirt, holding your ribcage, thumbs playing the underside of your breasts. “I came twice before my cock finally softened enough for me to sleep.”

“Joakim.” You whimpered wantonly, lust clawing at your senses.

“There she is.” He answered softly. “The girl in the room next to mine. She kept saying my name, too- moaned it every time she came. Think you can do that again, pretty girl?” You nodded desperately. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes.” You gasped. “Whatever you want Joakim, I can do it.”

He pulled you into another deep kiss. “If you want to stop at any point, we can, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good girl. Take off your clothes.” He instructed, standing up to watch you.

You all but ripped off your shirt, tossing it to some corner of the room, your sweatpants following shortly after. You didn’t give a thought to your undergarments until Jolly said “Nice panties.”

A glance down reminded you that your underwear had a gingerbread man emblazoned on the front of them, remnants of an impulse purchase last Christmas. “Shut up- I’m doing laundry tomorrow.” You couldn’t suppress a grin, though.

He crawled back onto the bed, kissing you deeply as soon as he was close enough. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking at it until it had hardened. You arched into his touch as he moved his focus to the other one, teeth just barely grazing the skin. Finally, you pawed at his sweatshirt. “You too- off, off.”

You broke the kiss long enough for him to tug the article over his head, hair going in every direction. Your hands came down to tug at his pants, boxers doing nothing to conceal the bulge he was sporting. You tried stroking it through the material, but he swatted your hands away. “You first.” His tone was final.

He pushed you back slowly, until he was fully on top of you, your legs coming up to wrap around his waist. His hips ground into you experimentally, a groan leaving his mouth.

“Please,” You whimpered. “Joakim, please, I need something.”

“I know, pretty girl, so patient for me.” He soothed you as he snaked a hand between your bodies, running his middle finger along your slit. You moaned pitifully at the contact, arching into his touch.

“You are so fucking wet, baby, holy shit-” His finger dipped deeper this time, running over your soaked hole lightly.

“Stop teasing.” You demanded.

He gave you a grin. “If I was teasing you, you’d be crying.”

He thrust two fingers inside you before you could muster a response, curling them up in such a way that made your legs fully extend, toes flexing. He set a slow pace, languidly curling his fingers into you at different angles until he hit a spot that made you gasp.

“There?” He questioned.

“There, there, there, fuck, baby-” Your fingers dug into his shoulders, leveraging yourself as you ground into his hand.

“That’s a good girl, take what you need.” His words were soft in your ear, the praise making you flush as his fingers continued to work that bundle of nerves inside you.

“Fuck, Joakim, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” Your voice broke off into staccato moans as he coaxed you through your orgasm, legs flailing uselessly against his sheets.

You panted as he slipped his fingers out of you, tugging at your underwear until you were bare for him. He nudged your legs apart, confusing you as he dropped down to eye level with your soaked core.

“What are you- fuck.” Your question was abruptly cut off by his tongue on your clit, lapping at the bud like candy. Your back arched off the bed as he worked his way down to your hole, tongue spearing in and out while his thumb continued to work your clit. You hands tangled into the roots of his hair, hips canting up desperately as you fucked back into his face.

Your second orgasm reached you twice as quickly as the first one. “Joakim- I- I can’t-” Guttural moans escaped you as you fell over the precipice yet again, legs quivering as he continued to lap at you until you had come down.

Your breaths came raggedly as you shoved your hair out of your face, sweat collecting on your forehead. Jolly came up to look at you, your slick coating him from nose to chin. You pulled him in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips, your head flopping back onto the mattress as he backed away.

“You done?” He prodded, sounding unsure.

“Absolutely not, if you don’t put your dick in me I will die, Joakim Karlsson-” You couldn’t finish your thought as you both dissolved into giggles. Finally you sat up, crawling over to hover on top of him. “My turn.”

You made quick work of his boxers, resolutely not letting yourself linger on the wet patch that could be seen on the front. His cock sprung free, and you tried your best not to salivate- failing miserably. “God, it’s prettier than I ever imagined.” You whispered, wonder in your voice. Joakim laughed at you again, hands coming up to cover his face. Pretty it was. A cherry red tip mocked you, capping off a sizable length, veins protruding down the underside. Dark curls nestled around the base, not a full bush, but far from bare. You wanted it in your mouth, nay- in your esophagus.

You didn’t realize you had voiced your thought out loud until Jolly roared with laughter, head thrown back as he cackled. You pouted until he caught your expression, laughter dying down to a smile. “By all means, don’t let me stop you from achieving your dreams.” He gestured to himself.

You sniffed haughtily, grabbing the girth and giving it a few experimental strokes. A soft sigh left the man’s mouth at your movements, body relaxing into the bed. You leaned forward enough to pop the tip into your mouth, suckling softly. A hand came up to pet your hair, a light grip settling in your roots. You took more of him, breathing deeply through your nose as your mouth worked its way down his shaft, pulling back slowly. You pushed yourself down again, until your nose was tickled by the curly hairs you saw earlier.

“Fuck, baby, so good for me…” Jolly’s eyes were glued to you as you slid off, taking him deeply again, repeating the actions until his grip in your hair had tightened. You found a rhythm quickly, spit dripping down your chin as you worked him.

“Älskling, I don’t want to cum like this-” His words made you slow until you slipped off with a loud pop. He sighed at the loss. “One day- when I have a whole lot more self control than I do now- I’m gonna fuck your face until my cum leaks out of the sides of your mouth.”

Your brain went foggy at such a prospect, unable to form a coherent sentence. He huffed a laugh at your expression, flipping you both over so that you were back underneath him. One hand shot out to his bedside table, rummaging around until he procured a condom. He tore it open with his teeth, sliding it on with practiced hands.

“You ready?” He checked one last time.

“Yes, please, come on-” Your sentence broke off with a gasp as he entered you slowly, your already-sensitive hole stretching to accommodate his size. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, slowly working you open. “Joakim, please, I want- I want it deep.”

You could hear his sharp intake of breath, then he all but folded you in half as your legs were pushed up to rest on his shoulders. He bottomed out in one fluid motion, a feeling that had your eyes rolling up into your skull as you hands grasped at his arms. His pace was unrelenting, unforgiving as he fucked into you. You were babbling incoherently, a mixture of moans and “fuck, Joakim” filling the air. He leaned further over, somehow pushing even deeper into you.

“Does my girl like that? Is she getting fucked deep enough?”

“I- I-” You couldn’t string together words if your life depended on it.

He placed a kiss on your jaw, an action that would have been tender had he not been fucking you so thoroughly. Your climax approached you like a freight train, until you were clawing at Jolly- arms, back, whatever you could reach. “Joakim, I’m gonna cum, I can’t-”

“Good girl, cum for me, milk my cock pretty girl.” He groaned.

That’s all it took to finish you off, back arching clean off the bed as your slick came out in spurts, legs shaking as Jolly fucked you through your third orgasm. He came shortly after, hands tightening almost painfully on your hips as his pelvis ground into you. He pulled out with a huff, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

You curled up into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. He placed a kiss on top of your head, chest heaving with labored breaths. A hand stroked your back lazily, tracing patterns, playing different imaginary notes on nonexistent frets.

Finally you spoke up. “So, what does this make us?”

“What do you want us to be?” Came his reply.

“That is such a cop-out, Jolly, come on now.” You huffed.

He shook with silent laughter. “Ideally? I’m thinking a fall wedding, maybe 3 kids, I really like the name ‘Axel,’ but I’m willing to hear your ideas too-”

You slapped his chest playfully. “I meant moreso ‘exclusive’ and ‘official.’”

“What is not ‘official’ or ‘exclusive’ about 3 beautiful children together? Is this an American thing-”

“Shut up.” You cut him off with a kiss, noses staying pressed together as you pulled away. “Since you’re being so difficult, you’re my boyfriend now, and you have no say in the matter.”

He grinned. “I guess I could learn to enjoy that.”

You were about to reply when the front door slammed shut. “Sorry guys, the taco place was stupid fucking busy, we- hey, where’d they go?” Came Noah’s voice, faint.

“You said not to do anything nasty on the couch.” Nick reminded him helpfully.

“That is disgusting- hey! If you can hear me, y’all are nasty-”

“There’s tacos whenever you kids are done!” Nicholas chimed in.

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Online/Offline [C.S] - ninety-five | everything’s good :D

“So what do you want to play?” Keeho asked.

“Oh--” you started, “you didn’t have a plan?”

“Nah, I had vocal practice and we had to film content, so it sort of kicked my ass.”

“Oh my god, you’re the lord of spoilers,” you sighed.

“No-- ah, shit.”

JohnnyYuta: HAHA, Keeho! A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: He Of The Spoils YangYangGangGang: Wow, he really doesn’t stop I💚Keeho: Do you think his manager will call? I💚Keeho: Or even the CEO like that other time? QuackIsWhack✅: “Content” isn’t big enough for the CEO KeeHOrse: Yeah, the CEO only called that time because it was a major comeback spoiler I💚Keeho: Ohhh yeah lol

You read your chat and laughed. “You’re getting roasted, Spoiler King. Lightly browned, on both sides.”

Keeho sighed.

You chuckled at his reaction. “Chat, what do you think we should play?”

JohnnyYuta: OBSERVATION DUTY!! A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: HUGE MAN!!

“Oh my god, Keeho would hate that.”

“Keeho would hate what?” He asked.

“They want to play Observation Duty.”

“No.”

“See?” You said to the chat. “Pick something else.”

A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: WHY NOTTTTTT??? I💚Keeho: Keeho hates the jumpscares QuackIsWhack✅: Also, the *ahem* untoward ones are a bit much for the company, you feel me? A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: Ohhhhhhh yeah JohnnyYuta: Understandable 🗻of Namhae✅: What about Minecraft? You haven’t played that in a while

Your eyes widened at the screenname. “Namhae? You’re back?”

🗻of Namhae✅: Yeah. Sorry for being gone for so long

“Namhae’s back?”

“Yeah, he had a family thing he had to take care of.”

“That was a while.”

“It was. I hope everything’s okay, Namhae.”

🗻of Namhae✅: Everything’s good :D

You smiled. “That’s good. Namhae suggested Minecraft.”

“Didn’t you used to play that with Morn?”

“Yeah, but everyone liked our palatial estate and less palatial escapades.”

“And how much you died all the time?”

You gasped. “How did you know?”

“I watch your streams when we have comebacks. They always make me sad because I can’t play games with everyone.”

“The streams make you sad or the comebacks make you sad?”

“The comebacks.”

“... Should you have said that out loud?”

Keeho laughed. “Our managers hear me complain enough about not being able to game, so it’s not like they don’t know.”

“If you say so. Anyway, do you want to play Minecraft?”

“I don’t really like Minecraft. I’d rather play against each other.”

“Ugh. Then why don’t you suggest something? You pest.”

“Hmmm…”

Keeho thought for a few seconds and then started naming games and seeing what the response from his chat was. While you waited, your mind drifted to playing Minecraft with San. Sure, you weren’t very good at it - actually you were pretty fucking terrible - but he always made it fun, no matter how frustrated you got because you kept dying. And you got pretty fucking frustrated. He always had your back and he always picked you up and dusted you off when you respawned.

You were feeling… disbelief? At the idea that, at that exact moment, he could have been going out on his blind date. Why was he even going on a blind date? You wondered where they would go: was it going to be a fancy restaurant? Something fun like an amusement park? Maybe they’d see a movie and sit in the dark theater together. Maybe their hands would touch by accident-- or on purpose. You wondered what she would be like. Would she be pretty? Would she have a stunning personality and a great sense of humor? Would she have a real job like a ‘responsible adult’, and not have people harass her online or stalk her in real life? Would she be so captivating that he wouldn’t have room to think of anyone else? Would she be like you? Would she be the complete opposite?

And why didn’t you just fucking ask him out when you had the chance? You liked to think that maybe you were the kind of person who could learn from their mistakes, so why did it suddenly feel like your tried and true rule of not dating people you work with was suddenly hurting you rather than helping you?

“Mario Kart.”

“--What?” You had totally forgotten you were streaming.

“They want us to play Mario Kart. Aren’t you paying attention?”

“Uh-- yeah.”

“No you’re not,” Keeho laughed. “What were you doing?”

“Thinking about something, sorry.”

“Do you want to play Mario Kart?”

“Not really but… whatever. Sure.”

San stood by the door of the restaurant, waiting for his blind date as he watched y/n stream without him. He wondered why Keeho was so dead set against Minecraft. He also wondered why y/n went quiet for so long. Was she okay? Maybe he shouldn’t have shown up in the chat as Namhae? Maybe he should have made a new name?

Maybe he should have just told her he was Namhae from the beginning.

“Excuse me-- San?” A woman’s voice asked and San looked up.

“I’m so sorry--” he shut off the stream and shoved his phone into his pocket. “Jisoo, right?”

“Yes.” She smiled and held out her hand for him to shake.

He shook it and smiled back. “Shall we go in?”

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scary-lasagna · 11 months ago

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Hello!:D i was wondering if you could do Jeff and Ben with a child reader?:0 platonic obvi!^^ but there really mean and stuff but its bc of trauma?:D if not ignore this<3

oh dear, i'm sorry I didn't catch the mean part! I'll be writing a second one with your spare ask don't worry!! :]

Platonic!Jeff & Ben

Ben is like stupidly amazing with kids.

Sally loves him, she thinks he's the coolest in the manor and lets her say bad words sometimes, and even has a tea party once in a while.

Jeff isn't the greatest, and usually has a knack for making small children cry.

So when an orphaned child wanders up to the manor, and they're scheduled to babysit until Slender gets home, they agree to watch you until sunset.

Jeff has absolutely no clue what to do with you, and doesn't even think to offer you a snack or something to drink.

Ben is already returning from the kitchen with little packets of crackers and one of Sally's juice boxes.

Jeff will pick you up and plop you down at the table, sitting next to you and try to make an attempt at conversation.

But again, he's terrible with children, and tries asking you if you've seen the new GTA 6 trailer.

You look at him weird before continue munching on your crackers. You even go as far as scooting away from him a little bit.

Jeff is embarrassed by a 5 year old, but pretends he's not bothered by it. Ben sees right through his facade, and snickers to himself behind a well placed cough..

Ben knows how make you feel more comfortable, asking questions about you, because what else would a 5 year old have to talk about?

Their whole world consists of things that they do, not whatever sport was on TV last night or a new game that's being released, you were too young for that talk. The most interesting person they know is themself.

But no matter how many questions Ben tries to ask, you don't give them a glimpse of information about how you got here.

"So, where were you before you found us?"

"Literally, I don't even know, stop asking me. But today I found a frog and I put him in my pocket, and then I started to play the drums and Roblox at the same time but the frog didn't like it and-"

They agree to take you to the game room so you can mess around with whatever you can get your grubby hands on, whether it be the foosball table, the N64 scattered on the ground, the 30,000 dollar pool table-

THE THIEIRTY THOUSNAND DOALRA-

Jeff is faster than Ben, and swoops you up with a 'nOOoonononono', and you think it's the funniest thing that he's holding you upside down, because you laugh so hard you run out of breath.

And while Ben re-organizes the pool balls back into their neat little triangle, Jeff has fun just swinging you about, finding it amusing how easy children are entertained.

One way up, one way back down, swing you around in a circle like a football, dangle you by an ankle and toss you up to catch you. Like a little rhythm game.

He remembers back to his own childhood, the moments where his parents actually liked being parents, and his father tossing hm repeatedly on the couch, which of course is passed down to you.

"Again!"

"AGAAINN??? UGGHH!"

And you think it's hilarious how he's so annoyed, yet does it anyway. And secretly, he loves it.

And Ben loves watching him love it, like he gets to see a glimpse into Jeff's past that he never wants to talk about.

But eventually, as all children do, you grow tired, and instead of running back toward Jeff, you stay on the couch and curl up to watch whatever is flickering on the TV.

Ben will return with popcorn, and Jeff is sitting on the ground in front of you, showing you how to play this old vintage game called "The Mario Bros." that's only 8 pixels deep in graphics quality.

Ben holds a somewhat bittersweet smile, as he walks over and delivers the popcorn. After some thought he joins in as Player 2, and let's you get the sleep you so much needed.

#some cute fluff #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #jeff the killer #ben drowned #creepypasta platonic #platonic x reader #jeff x reader #ben x reader

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Sweet Dreams - Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: After celebrating Thanksgiving for the first time, Logan and Alexandria go on a simple reconnaissance mission.

Word Count: 13.4k+

Pairing: Logan (X-Men) x Original Female Character (platonic relationship)

Notes: hello! i was going to post this yesterday but it was my birthday (i turned 20, pls i don't know how i made it this far) so i was able to relax. but here we are!

i'm not sure if i'm going to post until around thursday/friday since i have two midterms, and it's only the FOURTH WEEK of classes. anyways, enjoy :)

TW: blood, violence, slight allusion to torture

Series Masterlist - Chapter 3 → Chapter 5

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November had rolled around and so had a holiday called Thanksgiving. They were given part of the week off, Wednesday through Sunday, to celebrate.

As far as she knew, or what was told to her, the holiday was on Thursday.

Alexandria, Jean, Kitty, Scott, Jubilee and a few other students were sitting in the common area. Currently Scott, Kurt, Bobby, and Kitty were playing a game on the TV called Mario Kart. Alexandria had no idea what the game was, but they all seemed pretty into it.

She leaned closer to Jean, “what exactly is Thanksgiving?”

Jean looked up from where she was lounging on the couch, a smile spreading across her face. “Thanksgiving is an American holiday that celebrates giving thanks for the good things in life. Traditionally, it's about coming together with family and friends to enjoy a big meal.”

Alexandria raised an eyebrow. “And what’s the big meal?”

“It usually includes things like roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and pie—pumpkin pie is pretty popular,” Jean explained, as she glanced over at the TV where the Mario Kart race was heating up.

“So, it’s basically a feast?” Alexandria asked, trying to piece it all together.

“Pretty much,” Jean confirmed. “It’s also a time for people to reflect on what they’re thankful for. It’s not just about the food, but about spending time with the people you care about.”

Alexandria nodded, absorbing the information. “But… why? Can’t you do that any day?”

Scott, who had just won a race and handed his controller to Ben, or as some called him, Match, sat in between Alexandria and Jean. He placed an arm around both of their shoulders. “Thanksgiving was a dinner between the Plymouth colonists and Native Americans back in the 1600’s. But now it’s more of just an excuse to eat a lot.”

She nodded again, side-eying the arm around her shoulder. Alexandria looked over at Jean and noticed Scott was casually rubbing Jean’s shoulder as he cheered Kurt on.

She wondered what that meant, and why Jean started to blush faintly. Kitty broke her out of her thoughts. “Wanna play?”

Alexandria glanced warily at the controller, “I don’t know how. I’ve never played,” she paused, hoping she was going to use the right term, “video games before.”

Kitty’s eyes lit up. “It’s easy! Here, I’ll show you.”

She took the controller from Alexandria’s hands and began to explain the basic controls. “So, this button makes your character go, and this one makes them jump. You use this stick to steer.”

Alexandria nodded, trying to keep up. “And what does this do?” she asked, pointing to another button.

“That’s the item button. You get power-ups during the race,” Kitty said. “They help you get ahead or mess with other players.”

Alexandria took the controller back, her grip tentative. She glanced over at the TV screen where the game was already in progress. The colors and movement were dizzying. “Okay, I think I get it.”

Jean gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, it’s all about having fun. Just jump in whenever you’re ready.”

Alexandria hesitated for a moment before pressing a few buttons. The character on the screen wobbled a bit before straightening out. “This is… not as complicated as I thought.”

Kitty laughed. “Exactly! You’re doing great. Just remember, you don’t need to win, just try not to crash too much.”

As the game started, Alexandria tried to keep up. The characters whizzed around the track, and she struggled to steer properly. The other players were pretty focused on the game, so Alexandria mostly kept to herself, trying not to get in the way. Her character crashed into a wall, and she muttered under her breath, “not great.”

“Hey, you’re doing better than I did my first time,” Scott said. “It’s all about practice.”

Alexandria managed a small smile. “I guess that makes sense.”

Jubilee, who had been watching from the side, chimed in. “Want some tips? I’ve been playing this game forever. I can show you how to use items better.”

“That’d be great,” Alexandria said, looking over at her.

Jubilee leaned in and started explaining strategies for using power-ups and avoiding obstacles. “Just remember to use your items strategically. Don’t waste them.”

Alexandria tried to follow the advice, and gradually, she started to get the hang of it. She wasn’t winning, but she wasn’t crashing as much either.

After a few rounds, Kitty noticed that Alexandria was starting to look more comfortable. “You’re doing awesome! See? I knew you’d catch on.”

Alexandria chuckled. “Thanks. It’s actually kind of fun.”

“Glad to hear it!” Kitty said. “It’s always nice to introduce someone new to something we enjoy.”

Kurt looked up from his spot on the floor, “how about we take a break and get some snacks?”

Bobby, who sat next to him agreed, “ice cream anyone?”

Everyone got up from their spots and went to the kitchen. Scott and Jean stood up from the couch as Kitty got up from the floor.

“What’s ice cream?” Alexandria asked, what she thought was a completely innocent question.

“You’ve never had ice cream?” Scott exclaimed. “Well, I think we have to rectify that.” He led the way into the kitchen, the three of them following. “We can have everyone choose their favorite ice cream and you can choose your favorite.”

“Like an ice cream showdown?” Jean questioned.

Kitty perked up, “hell yeah!” She high-fived Scott.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Scott said.

Alexandria followed, her curiosity piqued. As they entered the kitchen, she glanced around, taking in the array of snacks and ingredients on the counter. It wasn’t like any kitchen she was used to; it was more like a small, bustling cafeteria.

Scott grabbed a few tubs of ice cream from the freezer. “Alright, here’s the deal. We’ve got a lot of different ice creams. Everyone picks their favorite, and we’ll have an ice cream showdown.”

Jean pointed to the tubs. “I’m going with chocolate. Can’t go wrong with that.”

Kitty grinned. “I’ll take cookies and cream. Classic choice.”

Bobby looked at the tubs thoughtfully. “I’m going for strawberry. Can’t resist the fruitiness.”

Kurt shrugged. “I’ll try vanilla. Simple but solid.”

Everyone else followed suit, until they all had a tub of ice cream in front of them. They each placed a scoop into a bowl so Alexandria could try.

Alexandria stared at the array of ice cream bowls lined up on the counter, each one offering a different flavor. She picked up a spoon and hesitantly dipped it into the chocolate ice cream, taking a small bite. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“This is… really good,” she said, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

Scott grinned. “Told you. Ice cream is a game changer.”

Kitty handed her a bowl of cookies and cream. “Try this one. It’s my favorite.”

Alexandria took a bite, and her smile grew. “This is amazing. I didn’t realize dessert could be so… delightful.”

Bobby passed her a bowl of strawberry. “That’s what makes ice cream great. There’s a flavor for everyone.”

Jean watched Alexandria’s reaction with a pleased expression. “Glad you’re enjoying it. It’s one of those simple pleasures in life.”

Alexandria nodded, savoring the flavors. “I think I understand now. Food can be more than just sustenance.”

“Exactly,” Kurt said, taking a scoop of vanilla for himself. “It’s about enjoyment, and sharing it with others makes it even better.”

Jubilee, who had been waiting for Alexandria to finish, finally got her turn. “Here’s a tip: mix flavors. You might find a new favorite combo.”

Alexandria raised an eyebrow. “Mix them?”

“Yep,” Kitty said. “It’s like creating your own custom ice cream experience.”

Alexandria shrugged and scooped a bit of each flavor into her bowl. She took a bite of the mixed flavors and nodded in approval. “Not bad. I can see why people get excited about this.”

Scott, noticing the look of genuine enjoyment on Alexandria’s face, clapped her on the back. “Welcome to the world of ice cream. But before you are completely welcomed you have to try my favorite…” he moved a mint tub closer to Alexandria, “mint chocolate chip.”

The group groaned and booed Scott, with Kitty and Ben threatening to melt it and throw it in the trash.

“Seriously, Scott?” Kitty said, pretending to gag. “Mint chocolate chip? It’s like you’re trying to ruin everything we’ve got going here.”

“Hey, mint chocolate chip has its merits,” Scott defended, holding the tub protectively.

“Maybe if you want your breath to smell like toothpaste,” Ben added, sticking his tongue out dramatically.

Alexandria looked at the tub of mint chocolate chip with curiosity. “Why is this flavor so controversial?”

Jubilee snickered. “It’s a love-it-or-hate-it kind of deal. Personally, I’m with the haters.”

Scott gave her a mock frown. “You all are missing out. Mint chocolate chip is a classic.” He turned to look at Alexandria, “come on, try it. Don’t listen to them it’s great.”

She slowly grabbed a spoonful of the ice cream, a bright mint color with small chocolate chunks before putting it in her mouth.

Alexandria grimaced almost immediately, muttering a “fuck you,” in Russian before coughing.

Jean laughed and patted a pouting Scott on the back, “too bad dude. Your outnumbered, everyone else hates it.”

Alexandria swallowed the ice cream, “Scott, that was the worst American food I’ve had so far.” She shook her head, “I feel like I swallowed a tube of toothpaste.”

As Alexandria grimaced from the mint chocolate chip ice cream, the group erupted in laughter. Alexandria even found herself smiling and laughing along, something she hadn’t done… at all.

Scott, despite his disappointment, chuckled and shook his head. “Alright, alright, maybe it’s not for everyone. But hey, at least you gave it a shot.”

Kitty, still laughing, nudged Alexandria. “See? It’s not so bad to try new things. You might not like everything, but that’s part of the fun.”

---

December

“You want me to take her on a mission?” Logan asked, following Charles down the hall of the bunker.

“A simple reconnaissance mission, yes.” Charles responded. “She’s done well in the Danger Room scenarios and has yet to get below a 98% average on her training.”

“I’m not a babysitter, Chuck.” Logan said roughly.

“Whoo, someone’s grumpy.” Ororo added, her tone light but with a hint of amusement.

Logan shot her a sidelong glance. “I’m not grumpy. I’m just not thrilled about this mission.”

Charles, who rolled beside them with his usual calm demeanor, didn’t miss a beat. “It’s a simple task, Logan. Just gathering intel. No combat involved. Besides, Alexandria needs more real-world experience.”

“Yeah, and I need to go on vacation,” Logan grumbled, crossing his arms. “Why not have her tag along with someone else?”

“Because I trust you to keep an eye on her. You’ve shown you can handle more than just brute force. And Alexandria could use someone with your… particular skill set.”

Ororo raised an eyebrow at Charles’ words. “Particular skill set? Or are you just trying to pawn off a job?”

“Both,” Logan muttered an answer for Charles, though there was a begrudging hint of agreement in his voice. “Fine. When’s this thing supposed to go down?”

“Tomorrow morning. Meet me in the briefing room at 0900,” Charles said, turning towards the door of the bunker’s command center. “And try to be patient with Alexandria. She’s new to this world and still finding her footing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Logan said, waving him off as he walked away. “Just keep in mind I’m not here to be her mentor. I’m here to make sure she doesn’t get herself killed.”

Ororo smiled, knowing that despite his rough exterior, Logan did have a protective streak. “She’ll be fine, Logan. She’s tougher than she looks.”

“Everyone’s tough until they’re not,” Logan retorted, heading down the corridor.

---

Later that day, Alexandria was in the Danger Room, her focus intense as she worked through another training simulation. The room was set up like a dense forest, with obstacles and targets scattered throughout. Her movements were swift and precise, a testament to her rigorous HYDRA training. Still, there was a noticeable improvement in her demeanor; she wasn’t as cold or distant as she once was, though her interactions remained guarded.

Logan watched from the observation deck, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. He wasn’t sure what to make of her—she was a mix of everything he didn’t want to deal with, but he’d give her a shot.

After the simulation ended, Alexandria stepped out, her face flushed with exertion. She was greeted by Logan’s steely gaze.

“You’re coming with me tomorrow. We’re doing a reconnaissance mission,” Logan said bluntly.

Alexandria raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “And you’re the one leading this mission?”

“Yeah. I don’t sugarcoat things, and I don’t babysit. So don’t expect any hand-holding.”

She crossed her arms, mimicking his stance. “You do realize I’ve gone on missions of my own, right? Since I was 10. I was HYDRA’s most decorated assassin. Had more kills than the Winter Soldier.”

Logan studied Alexandria with a steely gaze, his expression unreadable as she mirrored his stance. “I get that you’ve got a history,” he said gruffly, “but here, you follow orders and you don’t mess up. Got it?”

Alexandria’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I’ve done more than my share of reconnaissance missions. I understand the importance of not making mistakes.”

Logan grunted. “Yeah? Well, we’ll see how it goes. Don’t think for a second you’re going to impress me by talking up your resume. I’ve seen more than my fair share of ‘decorated’ agents who couldn’t handle the reality of a mission.”

“Your confidence is noted,” Alexandria replied, her tone cool. “Is there anything specific I should prepare for?”

Logan shrugged. “We’re scouting an old facility. Nothing too crazy—just gathering intel. The fewer surprises, the better.”

“Understood,” Alexandria said, her expression softening just a touch. “I’ll be ready.”

Logan nodded, clearly not one for small talk. “Good. I’ll meet you in the briefing room at 0900 tomorrow. Be sharp.”

With that, Logan turned on his heel and headed for the exit. Alexandria watched him go, her mind already racing with thoughts of the upcoming mission.

---

The next morning, Alexandria stood in the briefing room, her usual expression of calm determination firmly in place. Logan arrived a few minutes later, carrying a folder of mission details and maps. He glanced at Alexandria, who was already seated and ready.

“Alright,” Logan said, setting the folder down on the table. “Here’s the rundown. The facility we’re going to was used for research, but it’s been abandoned for a while. We’re looking for any signs of recent activity and any useful intel we can find. Simple enough.”

Alexandria nodded. “Do we have any specifics on what we might encounter?”

“Just the basics,” Logan replied. “Might be some security systems still operational, but nothing that should be too much trouble. Your telekinesis should help with any obstacles.”

“Understood,” Alexandria said, her voice steady. “And what about local security? Any chance of encountering people?”

“Possible, but not likely,” Logan said. “Most of the security would be automated. Keep your senses sharp and be prepared for anything.”

“Got it,” Alexandria said. “When are we heading out?”

“Soon as we’re done here,” Logan said. “Any questions before we start?”

Alexandria shook her head. “No. I’m ready.”

“Good,” Logan said. “Let’s get moving.”

---

The two of them made their way to the Blackbird, the X-Mansion’s sleek jet, and after a short flight, they arrived at the outskirts of the old facility. It was a large, crumbling building surrounded by overgrown vegetation. The air was thick with the smell of decay.

Logan and Alexandria approached cautiously. “Stay alert,” Logan said, scanning the area with a practiced eye. “This place could be booby-trapped.”

Alexandria nodded and focused her senses, her telekinesis subtly scanning the immediate area for any hidden dangers. “Nothing immediate,” she said quietly. “But I wouldn’t let my guard down.”

Logan grunted in acknowledgment and led the way inside. The interior of the facility was dark and musty, with dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through broken windows. The air was cold and stale.

They moved through the corridors with purpose, Logan’s steps heavy and purposeful while Alexandria’s were light and silent. They reached a large, metal door at the end of a hallway. Logan examined it carefully, then turned to Alexandria.

“Think you can get this open?” he asked, nodding at the door.

Alexandria stepped forward and extended her hand, her telekinesis working to manipulate the locking mechanism. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a dimly lit room filled with old computer equipment and filing cabinets.

“Looks like a control room,” Logan said. “Check for anything useful.”

Alexandria moved through the room with practiced efficiency, her eyes scanning the room as she began to sift through the papers and files. Logan kept watch, his attention divided between Alexandria and the dark corners of the room.

After a few minutes, Alexandria found a set of folders that looked promising. “These might have something,” she said, holding them up for Logan to see.

Logan walked over and took the folders from her, flipping through them quickly. “These are reports on various experiments. Looks like they were testing something significant here. This might be worth taking back.”

“Agreed,” Alexandria said, glancing at the documents. “Anything else we need to find?”

“Not for now,” Logan said. “Let’s head back and get these analyzed. We’ll follow up if anything else- ”

A clatter from the far side of the building cut Logan off before screams and gunshots echoed through the abandoned facility. Logan's head snapped toward the sound, his eyes narrowing as he and Alexandria moved swiftly toward the source of the noise.

“Stay close,” Logan muttered, his tone rough. Alexandria nodded, her senses already on high alert. The gunshots grew louder, mingling with shouted questions and the occasional burst of laughter.

The pair reached a doorway partially obscured by rubble. Through the gaps, they could see a figure moving with unsettling fluidity, a red and black suit clearly visible. The figure was none other than Wade Wilson, more commonly known as Deadpool.

“Seriously?” Logan growled under his breath. “Wade!”

He turned to face the two of them, “ah!” His hands went to his face, “honey badger! It’s so good to see you and… whoever you are. Must not be fun, right? Constant grunting and berating. I don’t envy you.”

Alexandria blinked in response. It almost seemed like he was saying whatever came into his head. But she had to admit, she liked his bluntness.

“Get the hell out of here.” Logan ordered Wade.

He tsked in response, “no can do. Interrogating.” Wade waved his gun in the air.

Alexandria's eyes widened as she saw the gold-plated Glock 34 in Wade's hand. She blinked, momentarily thrown by the absurdity of it. But also because it was a really good gun. "Is that a gold-plated Glock 34?"

Wade, still waving the gun around with casual nonchalance, grinned at her. "Bingo! I see you know your weapons. Who knew? I bet you also know the difference between a tuxedo and a tracksuit. Bet you’re great at parties!"

Logan, clearly irritated by Wade's antics, rolled his eyes. "Wade, we don't have time for your nonsense. We’re here on a mission, not to watch you play dress-up with your shiny toys."

Wade sighed dramatically. "Oh, Logan, always so serious. But fine, fine. If you want me to play the bad guy, I’ll just be the bad guy. These guys were having a lovely chat about their old employer's dirty little secrets."

"Yeah, about that," Logan said, his voice low and dangerous. "You need to leave. Now."

Wade looked genuinely thoughtful, scratching his chin beneath his mask. "Hmmm. I could, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, I’m just about to find out where the real secrets are hidden. Care to join the party?"

Alexandria glanced at Logan, who looked like he was about to explode. She was having fun. She liked this guy- quite a lot actually if he was able to get Logan to respond like this.

Logan��s eyes narrowed. “Wade, we’re not here for your nonsense. We’re here on a mission. You’re making this more complicated than it needs to be.”

Wade looked genuinely surprised, though his mask did an excellent job of hiding any real emotion. “Complicated? I’m just having some fun! These guys were talking about some interesting stuff, but they’re not very chatty. Maybe you’ll have better luck.” He waved vaguely at the group of people tied up in the corner.

Alexandria, feeling slightly more at ease now that Wade’s antics had taken the edge off, scanned the room. “What were they saying?” she asked, genuinely curious.

Wade shrugged, his nonchalance never wavering. “Oh, you know, just the usual—plots, plans, schemes. Nothing too exciting. But I bet if you dig a little deeper, you might find something fun.”

Logan grunted. “We’ve already got what we need. We’re leaving.” He turned to Alexandria. “Let’s go.”

Alexandria hesitated, glancing between Logan and Wade. “Maybe we should check to see if there’s anything else of value. This place seems like it has more to offer.”

Wade’s eyes lit up behind his mask. “Now that’s the spirit! You know, I like you. You’ve got some guts. I bet you and I would get along famously. Maybe you can join me for a chimichanga sometime.”

“What’s… that? A chim…” Alexandria trailed off.

Wade gasped, “you don’t know what a chimichanga is?” He looked over at Logan, “what are you going over there! Depriving children of one of the greatest joys of humanity.” He looked back over at Alexandria, “other than this Glock 34, of course.”

Alexandria grinned, “Can I shoot it?”

Wade’s eyes widened as Alexandria’s question sunk in. “You want to shoot it? Oh, pale and mysterious, you have just become my new favorite person!”

Logan, who had been standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face, glared at Wade. “Wade, enough. We’re not here to play around. We need to finish this mission and get out.”

Wade pouted dramatically. “Aw, come on, Logan. Let the lady have some fun! Besides, I’m just about to reveal the big secret they were keeping.” He gestured to the group of tied-up individuals who were now staring at them with a mix of fear and relief.

Logan let out an exasperated sigh. “Wade, we’ve got what we need. Let’s just wrap this up and get back.”

“Fine, fine,” Wade said with a dramatic sigh. “But you’re missing out. I’ve got a whole plan for how we’re going to—”

“Wade,” Logan cut him off. “Just stop. We’re leaving. Now.”

They continued arguing, with Wade mostly enjoying making Logan angry as Alexandria went into their minds. One of them was daydreaming, letting her see what he was picturing.

Three men went up to the Blackbird and placed small remote explosives on parts of the ship. They were all masked, but one of them held the remote with a single button and his finger pressed to his ear.

The man dreaming was fearful, occasionally looking upwards at different corners of the ceiling. She followed his gaze to see faint red blinking lights in various edges of the ceiling.

“…fondling Colossus’s large metal balls before I would ever think about that.” Wade finished.

“You dick for brains, wannabe- ”

“Guys.” Alexandria said, but Logan continued.

“-piece of- ”

“Don’t you dare!” Wade exclaimed.

“-sh- ”

“Guys!” Alexandria exclaimed, her voice sharp and urgent. She pointed towards the ceiling where one of the small explosives was attached, the red light blinking faster and faster. “We need to get out of here.”

Logan's head snapped around, his eyes immediately locking onto the blinking light. His expression turned from irritation to intense focus. “What the hell?” he growled. “Wade!”

Wade, who had been in the middle of a dramatic monologue about how he’d never use a chimichanga as a weapon, suddenly seemed to register the seriousness of the situation. He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes widening as he saw the explosives.

“Oh, fuck,” Wade muttered, his usual flippant demeanor momentarily dropping. “I guess we’re not in a fun, happy place anymore, huh?”

Logan didn’t bother with a response. He grabbed Alexandria’s arm and started pulling her towards the exit. “Move it! We’re not sticking around for this.”

“Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God,” Alexandria caught the beginning of one of the guy’s Wade had tied up. He was praying in Russian.

The guy grabbed a black device with a red button, “have mercy on me, a sinner.” He pressed the button, the detonators in the building and on the Blackbird exploding.

The entire facility caught in flames, walls and ceilings breaking down almost instantaneously. The force of the explosions separated the three of them.

But Logan didn’t get the best of luck, because he heard Wade’s coughing right next to him. “Boy, oh boy. Haven’t been thrown around like that in a looong time,” Wade’s voice echoed through the smoke. Logan groaned, recognizing it immediately.

Logan pushed himself up, his muscles protesting. He spotted Wade stumbling through the smoke, coughing and mumbling something about chimichangas. Logan shook his head in frustration. “Wade! Are you trying to get us all killed?”

Wade looked at Logan with wide, slightly dazed eyes. “What? Oh, hey there, Logan! I was just about to- ” He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he realized the gravity of the situation. “Whoa, did things just get hotter, or is it just me?”

“Shut up and get moving,” Logan snapped, trying to get a grip on the situation. “We need to find Alexandria and get out of here.”

Wade nodded, a serious expression briefly crossing his face before he resumed his usual flippant demeanor. “Right, right. Save the day, get out alive, all that jazz.”

Logan scanned the area, straining to locate Alexandria amid the smoke and wreckage. “Alexandria!” he shouted, hoping she was nearby. His voice was barely audible over the cacophony of collapsing debris and roaring flames.

Alexandria blinked her eyes, the smoke slightly burning them and her lungs. She stood up noticing a rather large metal rod in her shoulder. She pulled it out with a grunt, dropping the rod to the ground.

All around her was flames and debris until she heard gunshots coming straight for her. She ducked for cover behind a large piece of concrete before glancing up.

A large group of gunmen in all black outfits, including a baklava, with rifles. “Damn it.” She muttered in Russian.

Alexandria’s mind raced. She needed to get out of here and find Logan. Her telekinesis picked up several pieces of debris, hurling them towards the advancing gunmen. They scattered, their shouts blending with the roar of the fire.

Using her telekinesis again, she brought the metal rod that was in her shoulder and huffed, partial excitement, partial wariness. But fuck, she loved fighting. And those rifles they had looked particularly expensive, and maybe even military grade.

She jumped out from the concrete and kicked in one guys knee, before using him as a human shield and taking his rifle. Alexandria threw the rifle at another guys head, before stabbing another one in the chest with the rod and pulling it out.

There were 10 more left and one of them happened to shoot her in the thigh. She continued on, moving onto that guy next, kicking his head into the concrete wall while grabbing his pistol, shooting it at the heads of 2 other men.

Seven more left.

Using her telekinesis, she picked up two small pieces of the broken concrete and smashed it against two guys heads before punching another man in the chest and kicking out his legs, finishing it with one shot to the forehead.

Four more left.

She glanced around quickly, taking stock of her surroundings. The facility was in ruins, flames licking at the edges of the debris, and the smoke was thick, making it harder to see. The gunmen, still advancing cautiously, were clearly outnumbered and outmatched. Alexandria’s telekinesis had already proven effective, and she was ready to finish this.

One of the remaining gunmen took a shot at her, but she dodged, using her telekinesis to deflect the bullet with a burst of force. She moved swiftly, taking down the nearest gunman with a well-placed kick to the chest, sending him crashing into a heap of rubble.

The remaining three gunmen hesitated, clearly shaken by the ease with which Alexandria had dispatched their comrades. One of them tried to call for reinforcements, but Alexandria didn’t give him the chance. She hurled a piece of debris at him, knocking the radio from his hand.

Another gunman took aim at Alexandria, but she was faster. She grabbed a chunk of metal from the ground with her telekinesis and sent it flying at him, knocking him off balance. She followed up with a powerful kick, sending him sprawling.

Two left.

The last two gunmen exchanged nervous glances. They were cornered, and Alexandria could see the fear in their eyes. She didn’t give them time to regroup. Using her telekinesis, she lifted a large piece of concrete and threw it at them, forcing them to take cover behind a nearby wall.

The gunmen’s attempts to return fire were futile as Alexandria’s telekinesis cleared the debris away from them with practiced precision. She moved in quickly, her movements fluid and decisive. She disarmed one of the gunmen and knocked him out with a swift punch to the jaw. The final gunman, now alone and panicked, tried to make a run for it.

Alexandria wasn’t having any of it. She used her telekinesis to create a barrier of debris in his path, cutting off his escape. He stumbled and fell, and Alexandria was on him in an instant. She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up to face her.

“Who do you work for?” she demanded in Russian, her voice cold and fierce. When he didn’t respond she punched his jaw twice, knocking out his molars. “No cyanide pill, no suicide. Who do you work for?”

The man, unable to withstand her pressure and the pain from her earlier blows, stammered out a response. “I—I don’t know much. We were just hired for a job!”

“Who hired you?” Alexandria pressed, her voice gaining an edge of menace. She tightened her grip on his collar, making sure he understood she meant business.

“I don’t know, lady! You’re crazy.”

She gave a grin, almost looking crazed to the man, “good.” A sharp pain went through her abdomen as she looked down, seeing a knife from him. “You bitch. I thought we were getting along.”

Alexandria pulled the knife out and kicked him in the crotch, sending him to the ground. She straddled his body and held the knife to his throat while looking in his jacket pockets.

She found a card and pulled it out. It read ‘Voron’, a secret service of hitman that HYDRA tended to use for bigger operations.

“Did HYDRA hire you?” She asked. He shook his head in response. “I know a lot of ways to torture you. 50 of them include this knife.” Alexandria twirled it around in her hand. “12 of them include the fire just a few steps ahead, and 8 of them include concrete.”

Logan walked through the broken halls, fire licking at him and Wade who tagged behind. “You know she could be dead.” Wade said, as Logan turned to face him was a strong glare. “Just saying. But you’re probably right, she seems like she can handle herself. She has a really cool accent too. Is it Ukrainian? Or- ”

“Shut up,” Logan said, cutting off Wade’s incessant chatter. His irritation was palpable as he pushed through the thick smoke and debris.

Wade, ever unfazed by Logan's gruffness, just grinned wider. “Okay, okay. I’ll be quiet. For now.” He followed behind Logan, his steps exaggeratedly silent, as if he were tiptoeing through a field of landmines.

Logan’s focus was intense as he navigated the rubble, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Alexandria. The chaos of the collapsing facility made it difficult to keep track of her, and the smoke was thick and stinging his eyes.

The sound of more explosions and falling debris echoed around them. Logan’s frustration grew; the entire situation was turning into a bigger mess than he had anticipated. He had hoped this mission would be straightforward—just a simple reconnaissance to gather intel. Instead, it had turned into a full-blown crisis with Wade and a bunch of explosive devices thrown into the mix.

“Alexandria!” Logan shouted again, his voice hoarse from the smoke. “Where are you?”

Wade, who had been scanning the area with mild curiosity, suddenly perked up when they both heard a loud scream and a roaring fire. “Just a guess, but I’m assuming wherever that scream came from.”

Logan, who had been pushing through the debris and smoke, gave Wadel a sharp look. “I don’t need your commentary right now. Let’s find Alexandria before things get worse.”

Wade’s grin widened, though he followed Logan’s lead with surprising seriousness. “Okay, okay. No more jokes. But I’m still rooting for you guys!”

Logan didn’t respond, his focus locked on navigating the wreckage and finding Alexandria. The smoke was thick, and the heat from the fires was oppressive. Logan shouted Alexandria’s name again, his voice hoarse from the smoke. “Alexandria! Answer if you can hear me!”

The flames roared louder, and the facility was crumbling around them. Logan and Wade continued through the chaos, moving with purpose despite the increasing danger. Logan’s irritation was palpable, his usual gruff demeanor heightened by the urgency of the situation.

As they rounded a corner, the smoke began to clear slightly, revealing the source of the commotion. Alexandra dusted off her blood-covered hands as she threw the knife to the ground.

“Oh. Hello.” she said calmly.

Wade’s eyes widened under his mask, “Jesus, you look like a mess girl. A good shower will do you some good.” He chuckled, “but blood takes a while to come off your skin, trust me.”

Alexandria wiped her hands on her pants, trying to remove the blood but only smearing it further. Her eyes were cold but there was a faint trace of a smirk on her lips. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm given the chaos around her.

Logan walked up, his expression a mix of frustration and relief. “Are you alright?” he asked gruffly, trying to push through his annoyance at the situation. “You’re not seriously hurt, are you?”

Alexandria looked at him with an almost dismissive air, though there was a hint of gratitude in her eyes. “Just a few cuts and bruises. I’ll be fine. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Logan nodded, his eyes scanning the wreckage for any sign of additional threats. “Alright, let’s get out of here. The place is coming down fast.”

Wade, still grinning, was hopping from foot to foot like a kid in a candy store. “Oh, I love a good rescue mission! But before we go, how about a quick debriefing? You know, for old times’ sake?”

Logan shot him a look that could freeze fire. “Wade, save it for later. We need to move.”

Wade’s grin didn’t waver. “Fine, fine. But I’m going to need a ride in that fancy jet of yours. I’ve got a new chimichanga recipe to try, and you guys look like you could use some culinary inspiration.”

“The jet? It’s destroyed.” Alexandria spoke casually.

“What?” Logan growled.

“Yeah, that’s what I was trying to say before the building went ‘kaboom.’ But you both were too busy arguing.” Alexandria's tone was dry, almost indifferent, as she leaned against a partially collapsed wall, her eyes fixed on the two men. Logan stared at her, his eyes narrowing in disbelief, while Wade's eyes widened under his mask.

“You're telling me the jet is gone?” Logan growled, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. His frustration was palpable, the weight of the situation bearing down on him. This was supposed to be a simple mission, and now it had turned into a complete disaster.

“Not gone. More like… scattered.” Alexandria replied, wiping a smear of blood from her cheek, hoping she didn’t add more to her face. Her voice was calm, almost eerily so, given the chaos surrounding them.

Wade clapped his hands together, a delighted grin spreading across his face. “Well, isn’t this just the most fun we’ve had all day? No jet, no ride home, and now we’re stuck in the middle of a burning building. This is going to be one hell of a story!”

Logan shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel. “Wade, if you don’t shut up right now, I’ll give you something to really laugh about.”

Wade raised his hands in mock surrender, his tone playful. “Okay, okay, Mr. Grumpy Pants. But let’s be honest here, this is a bit of a pickle, isn’t it? How do you plan on getting out of this one?”

Logan ignored Wade's comment, his mind racing as he assessed their situation. The building was crumbling around them, the fire spreading rapidly through the structure. The smoke was thick, choking, and the heat was becoming unbearable. With the jet destroyed, their options were severely limited.

He turned to Alexandria, his tone gruff. “Can you sense anyone else in the building? Any survivors?”

Alexandria closed her eyes briefly, reaching out with her powers. She searched the remaining pockets of the building for any sign of life, sifting through the chaos of debris and flames. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and shook her head. “No one else. Just us and a lot of dead bodies.”

Logan grunted in acknowledgment, his jaw tightening. “Alright, we’re getting out of here. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“Lead the way, fearless leader,” Wade quipped, following closely behind Logan as he started to move through the wreckage.

Logan ignored him, focusing on finding the safest route out. They navigated the burning building, dodging falling debris and pushing through the thick smoke. Alexandria moved with a quiet confidence, her senses on high alert as she followed Logan’s lead.

As they approached a large gap in the wall that had been blown open by the explosions, Logan paused, scanning the area. Beyond the opening was the outside world, the cold night air mingling with the heat from the flames. The ground outside was littered with debris, but it was their only way out.

“Stay close,” Logan instructed, his voice rough as he led them through the gap and into the open air. The contrast between the cold night and the inferno inside the building was stark, the cool breeze a welcome relief after the suffocating heat.

Wade stretched dramatically as they emerged from the wreckage, taking in the scene with a gleeful grin. “Ah, freedom! It smells like victory, with just a hint of burning debris. I think we’re making memories here, folks!”

Logan shot him a withering look but didn’t respond. His attention was focused on the remains of the Blackbird, now a smoldering heap of metal scattered across the ground. The explosion had obliterated the jet, leaving nothing but twisted wreckage in its wake.

“Damn it,” Logan muttered under his breath. His mind raced with the implications of their situation. Without the jet, they were stranded with no immediate way to get back to the mansion or contact the others.

“We’re a bit stranded, aren’t we?” Wade commented, his tone cheerful despite the dire circumstances.

“There’s a pickup truck right over there.” Logan gestured to a white beat-up truck with rust on the hood. Before Wade could speak Logan spoke again, “you’re not driving.”

“Aw, man!” Wade exclaimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated disappointment. “And here I was all ready to show off my impeccable driving skills. What’s the matter? Afraid of a little off-road adventure?”

Logan shot him a glare that could freeze water. “Not afraid. Just not stupid. I’ve seen what you call ‘driving.’”

Wade put his hands on his hips, striking a dramatic pose. “Well, aren’t we the stern taskmaster today. I’ll have you know I’m a certified road warrior. But fine, you drive. I’ll just sit here and look pretty.”

Logan didn’t bother responding. He moved swiftly towards the beat-up truck, his mind already racing through their options. Alexandria followed, her calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the chaos that had just unfolded. Despite her usual indifference, she couldn’t help but notice the irony of the situation: a gruff Wolverine, an irreverent Deadpool, and a demolished jet—her new reality.

As Logan approached the truck, he noticed the keys hanging from the ignition. “Guess they weren’t expecting company,” he muttered, looking over at Wade. “You can play with the radio, but don’t touch anything else.”

Wade nodded his head gave a mock salute. “Aye aye, Captain! I’ll keep my hands to myself and my eyes on the road.”

Logan shook his head, barely containing his frustration. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the truck. The engine roared to life, and he maneuvered it carefully around the debris field, his attention divided between the road ahead and the smoldering wreckage of the Blackbird.

Alexandria, still wiping blood from her hands, took a seat in the middle of the backseat, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. The adrenaline from the fight was fading, leaving a dull ache in her muscles and a cold sense of urgency. She glanced at Wade, who was fiddling with the radio and humming off-key.

She glanced down at her abdomen, the blood leaking slower, but still steadily. The good thing was, it was hard to differentiate her blood from the blood of the others, making it difficult to tell if she was bleeding herself.

Wade continued to fiddle with the radio. The upbeat pop music blaring from the speakers seemed wildly out of place given the circumstances. He was humming along loudly, apparently in his own little world. Logan kept his eyes on the road, his expression a mixture of irritation and concentration.

“So,” Wade said, breaking the silence. “How about we get some names and backgrounds on these guys next time before we go full assault mode? A little intel never hurt anyone.”

Logan grunted in response, his eyes flickering briefly to the rearview mirror to check Alexandria’s condition. She looked like she was in pain, but she wasn’t complaining—typical.

Wade continued, oblivious to Logan’s irritation. “And speaking of names, how about we talk about you? Never got a chance to ask. Where you from? What’s your story?”

Alexandria kept her gaze fixed out the window, “I’m from Russia. The Avengers took me from HYDRA when they destroyed one of their bases a few months ago.”

Alexandria kept her gaze fixed out the window, trying to focus on anything other than the pain radiating from her wounds. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the aches in her shoulder, thigh, and abdomen were becoming impossible to ignore. The silence in the truck was thick, broken only by the occasional crackle of debris under the tires and the upbeat pop music that Wade had left on the radio.

“Russia, huh?” Wade finally said, glancing back at her. “Cold winters, colder people. I can see how HYDRA would be right at home there. So, what’s your deal? How’d they get their claws into you?”

Alexandria’s eyes flicked to him for a brief moment before returning to the window. “They killed my parents and older brother in front of me when I was three then took me in.” She sat up straighter, “turn the radio up.”

“And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate

And I screamed for whatever it’s worth

‘I love you,’ ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil”

She leaned forward slightly, “can’t we just drive to the mansion?” Alexandria asked Logan.

“No. We can’t. New York is almost 13 hours away from here.”

“Chert voz'mi.” She mumbled. She wasn’t expecting Michigan to be that far away from New York. The flight coming was only an hour and a half. A drive from here was only slightly shorter than a drive from Moscow to Warsaw.

As the truck rumbled over the uneven terrain, Alexandria’s eyes remained fixed on the passing landscape, her mind trying to push through the haze of pain and exhaustion. The rhythmic thumping of the tires against the road did little to soothe the throbbing in her shoulder, thigh, and abdomen. Each bump in the road sent jolts of discomfort through her, and she clenched her jaw to keep from making any noise.

Wade’s incessant chatter continued in the background, a stark contrast to the grim atmosphere. He seemed to take delight in every turn and bump, his playful commentary a constant presence.

“So, tell me, Alexandria,” Wade said, leaning forward with genuine curiosity. “You’ve got these awesome powers and a dark, mysterious past. What’s your favorite way to use them? Manipulating dreams? Throwing stuff around?”

Alexandria’s gaze remained on the window, her voice flat. “I don’t have favorites.”

Wade raised an eyebrow. “Really? No favorite way to mess with people’s minds or toss things around? I’d think with powers like yours, you’d have some fun stories.”

She gave a slight shrug, though it was more of a wince due to her wounds. “There was this one time I was sent to a farm close by Kenozero. This guy was supposed to be working for HYDRA but went off the grid. He had started to experiment on animals like tigers, lions, and coyotes.”

“He did the most on this one female tiger, but none of them could fight back because of a shock collar on all of them. All I did was take off the collar on Sasha and she ate him whole. You could even hear him screaming for a few seconds when his head was inside her.” Alexandria smiled fondly.

Wade looked between Logan and Alexandria before speaking, “that’s what I’m talking about! That’s a cool story! See, this is what bedtime stories are made of. Kids need to hear about tigers eating bad guys—straight up Jurassic Park meets National Geographic with a dash of HYDRA madness. You’re like a walking R-rated fairytale.”

Alexandria’s smirk faded slightly as she glanced at Wade, her expression returning to its usual stoic demeanor. “It wasn’t about fun. It was about completing the mission,” she replied flatly, her voice devoid of the enthusiasm Wade seemed to be looking for.

Wade, never one to be deterred, just nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Sure, sure, mission accomplished, and all that. But you can’t tell me you didn’t get a little bit of satisfaction from seeing that guy get what he deserved.”

Alexandria didn’t respond, her gaze drifting back to the window. The cold landscape outside was a stark contrast to the warmth inside the truck, but it did nothing to soothe the throbbing pain from her wounds. She shifted slightly, trying to find a position that didn’t aggravate her injuries.

Logan, catching the subtle movement, grunted. “You’re bleeding all over the backseat,” he muttered, not unkindly, but with the gruff concern that was characteristic of him.

“I’m fine,” Alexandria replied, her tone clipped. The truth was, she wasn’t fine, but admitting that wasn’t something she was accustomed to. She had been trained to endure pain, to push through it, and she wasn’t about to start complaining now.

Logan’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching her reflection. “Fine or not, those wounds need attention. We’ll stop somewhere and patch you up before you pass out.”

“Like a motel?” Wade chimed in, his voice dripping with amusement. “We could do the whole ‘nurse Logan’ thing. I’d pay to see that.”

Logan shot Wade a look that could’ve melted steel. “If you keep talking, I’ll give you something to really scream about.”

Wade put his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just trying to lighten the mood here. We’re on a road trip, after all. Might as well make it fun.”

Alexandria shifted again, the discomfort in her abdomen intensifying. She didn’t want to admit it, but Logan was right—she needed to do something about her wounds before they became a bigger problem. The last thing she wanted was to pass out from blood loss in front of these two.

“We should keep moving,” she said, trying to sound as unaffected as possible. “Stopping isn’t an option.”

Logan grunted again, clearly not convinced. “We’re stopping. You’re not in any condition to make decisions right now.”

Alexandria’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue. She knew he was right, even if she hated admitting it. The pain in her abdomen was becoming harder to ignore, and every bump in the road sent sharp jolts through her body. She pressed a hand against the wound, trying to stem the bleeding, but it was a losing battle.

Wade, sensing the tension, decided to change the subject. “So, Logan, got any good stories? You know, from back in the day when you were all ‘lone wolf’ and whatnot?”

Logan shot him a sideways glance, clearly not in the mood for chit-chat. “No.”

Wade pouted dramatically. “Aw, come on! I bet you’ve got some wild tales. Maybe a bar brawl or two? A tussle with some bad guys? Or maybe a romantic escapade?”

“Shut up, Wade,” Logan growled, his patience wearing thin.

Alexandria, despite her pain, couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the exchange. There was something almost amusing about Wade’s relentless banter and Logan’s gruff refusal to engage. It was like watching a dog trying to catch its own tail—endlessly entertaining and equally pointless.

After a few more minutes of silence, Logan finally spoke again. “There’s a town up ahead. We’ll stop there and get you patched up.”

Alexandria didn’t protest this time. She knew she didn’t have much of a choice. The pain was becoming unbearable, and she was starting to feel lightheaded. She leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes and trying to focus on her breathing.

Wade, sensing the shift in mood, decided to dial back his usual antics. “Hey, don’t worry,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “We’ll get you fixed up in no time. Then it’s back to kicking ass and taking names.”

Alexandria didn’t respond, her mind too foggy to come up with a snarky reply. The pain was overwhelming her, and she could feel herself slipping into unconsciousness. She tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle.

Logan noticed her slumping in the backseat and cursed under his breath. “Damn it,” he muttered, glancing at Wade. “Keep her awake.”

Wade immediately turned in his seat, his usual playful demeanor replaced by genuine concern. “Hey, hey, no sleeping on the job! Come on, stay with us.”

Alexandria’s eyes fluttered open, but it was clear she was struggling. Her vision was blurry, and her head felt like it was filled with cotton. She tried to focus on Wade’s voice, but it was like trying to hold onto a wisp of smoke.

“Stay with me, okay?” Wade continued, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “We’re almost there. Just a little longer.”

Logan pressed down harder on the gas pedal, the truck speeding through the darkened landscape. He knew they didn’t have much time. Alexandria’s wounds were serious, and if they didn’t stop the bleeding soon, she wouldn’t make it.

As they neared the small town, Logan spotted a rundown motel on the outskirts. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. He pulled into the parking lot, the truck skidding to a halt. Without wasting any time, he jumped out and opened the back door, reaching in to help Alexandria out.

Wade was already out of the truck, opening the motel door with a flourish. “Welcome to your five-star accommodations!” he announced, trying to inject some levity into the situation.

Logan ignored him, his focus solely on getting Alexandria inside. She was barely conscious, her body limp in his arms as he carried her into the room. He laid her down on the bed, quickly assessing her wounds.

“Damn it, she’s lost a lot of blood,” Logan muttered, his hands moving with practiced precision as he worked to stop the bleeding. “Wade, grab the first aid kit from the truck.”

Wade didn’t need to be told twice. He sprinted back to the truck and returned with the kit, handing it to Logan. “Here you go, Doc. Think you can patch her up?”

Logan didn’t answer, already working to clean and bandage the wounds. His hands were steady, his movements efficient and methodical. He had done this more times than he could count, and each time it never got any easier.

Alexandria winced as Logan applied pressure to the wound on her abdomen, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. “You… don’t have to…” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Shut up,” Logan growled, not unkindly. “Just stay still.”

Wade hovered nearby, uncharacteristically quiet as he watched Logan work. He wasn’t used to seeing Logan like this—so focused, so determined. It was a side of him that Wade rarely got to see, and it was clear that Logan cared more than he let on.

After what felt like an eternity, Logan finally finished bandaging Alexandria’s wounds. He sat back, wiping the sweat from his brow. “That should hold for now,” he muttered, his voice gruff.

She glanced between Wade who stood leaning against the wall, his mask now off eating a bag of peanuts he must’ve found somewhere, and Logan who was in front of her.

Alexandria sat up on the lumpy bed, “you sure we can’t leave now? I feel fine.”

Logan shot Alexandria a look that was more irritated than concerned. "You’re not fine, kid. You just bled all over the backseat and nearly passed out. Sit your ass down."

Alexandria frowned but didn’t argue further. She leaned back against the lumpy pillows, her hand absently touching the fresh bandages. The motel room was dingy, the wallpaper peeling and the smell of stale cigarettes lingering in the air. It wasn’t exactly the X-Mansion, but it was better than bleeding out on the side of the road.

Wade tossed another peanut into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "You know, she’s got a point, Logan. We can’t stay here forever. The motel’s got that ‘murder scene in a bad horror movie’ vibe, and I’m not sticking around to see if there’s a sequel."

Logan ignored him, his attention on Alexandria. "We’re not moving until you’ve had some rest. You’re not going to do anyone any good if you collapse halfway through the drive."

Alexandria sighed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She wasn’t used to this—being taken care of, being told to rest. She had spent her life fighting, surviving, pushing through the pain. The idea of sitting still while others worried about her was foreign, uncomfortable.

But she also couldn’t sleep, not without the mind blocker that Hank made her to keep out other people’s dreams. “I can’t.” She said looking over to Logan. “I don’t have my mind blocker. No mind blocker, no sleep.”

“You don’t need that thing to sleep,” he said gruffly. “Just close your eyes and rest.”

Alexandria shook her head, her frustration evident. “You don’t understand. I’ll end up in someone else’s dreams- or worse, they’ll end up in mine.”

Wade, still leaning against the wall, raised an eyebrow. “Dream-weaving, huh? That’s gotta make for some interesting nights. But seriously, you can’t keep running on empty. Even superheroes need their beauty sleep.”

“Not really a superhero,” Alexandria muttered.

Logan’s gaze narrowed, his tone firm. “You’re bleeding through those bandages and can barely keep your eyes open. You need rest.”

“Is there a store nearby?” Wade interrupted, tossing the empty peanut bag aside. “Maybe we can find something to knock her out. You know, something strong enough to keep her from dream-hopping.”

Logan glared at Wade, then looked back at Alexandria. “We’re not drugging her.”

She leaned forward, “that’s a good idea. Although I suppose there are no strong sedatives around like HYDRA used. But 3 bottles of melatonin will do.”

Logan shook his head, clearly exasperated but also a little concerned. “Melatonin? Three bottles? You’re not serious.”

Alexandria shrugged, wincing as the movement tugged at her shoulder wound. “I don’t need much. Just enough to keep me under without letting the dreams in. HYDRA used to give us something stronger, but I’ll make do.”

Wade piped up from the corner, his interest piqued. “Sounds like a plan! I could run to the nearest store and grab some, no problem. Maybe pick up some snacks while I’m at it. What do you guys want? Twizzlers? Doritos? Those little chocolate-covered pretzels?”

Logan glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. “You’re not running off to the store. We’re not drugging her with a ridiculous amount of melatonin either. We’ll figure something else out.”

Alexandria’s frustration was growing. She wasn’t used to this—people debating over what was best for her, trying to take care of her. It felt alien and uncomfortable, and she didn’t like it one bit. “You don’t understand,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. “I can’t just sleep like normal people. The dreams- they’re not always mine. I can’t control it without the blocker.”

Logan’s expression softened just a fraction, a rare moment of understanding in his usually gruff demeanor. “We’re not at the mansion, and we don’t have Hank’s fancy gadget, so we’ll have to improvise. You’re not getting loaded up on pills. You need real rest, not a drugged coma.”

Alexandria’s gaze was unwavering, her resolve clear despite the pain that etched lines into her pale face. “And how do you suggest I do that?” she challenged, her voice quiet but laced with a sharp edge. “I can’t just turn it off, Logan. My powers don’t work that way.”

Logan didn’t answer immediately. He wasn’t good with words, especially when it came to things as complicated as what Alexandria was dealing with. But he knew enough about suffering through nightmares, both literal and metaphorical, to understand a fraction of her struggle.

His own healing factor had its perks, but it didn’t shield him from the horrors that played out in his mind when he finally allowed himself to sleep. And the idea of being trapped in someone else’s nightmares? That was something he couldn’t even begin to fathom.

“We’ll figure something out,” he finally said, his tone gruff but not unkind. “But we’re not drugging you into oblivion. Not gonna happen.”

Alexandria sighed, leaning her head back against the headboard. The pain in her shoulder, thigh, and abdomen was relentless, a constant reminder of how vulnerable she was right now. Vulnerability wasn’t something she was used to; it didn’t sit well with her, not one bit.

She was a soldier, trained to push through pain, to ignore her body’s weaknesses, but she was also practical. She knew when she was beaten, and right now, she was on the losing side.

“Fine,” she muttered, closing her eyes briefly as a wave of dizziness washed over her. “But don’t blame me when I end up in your dreams. Or you end up in mine.”

Wade, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during this exchange, perked up at the mention of dream-walking. “Ooh, that could be fun! Imagine the possibilities- Logan’s dreams are probably a mix of violent bar fights, wild animal chases, and maybe, just maybe, a tender moment or two where he hugs a puppy.”

Logan shot him a withering glare that could have sent lesser men running for cover. “Shut up, Wade. I’m not in the mood for your crap.”

Wade just grinned, unphased by Logan’s usual brand of hostility. “I’m just saying, if she ends up in your dreams, we might finally get to see the softer side of you. You know, the one that secretly enjoys long walks on the beach and candlelit dinners.”

Logan’s patience was wearing thinner by the second. “You keep talking, and I’ll show you the softer side of my fist.”

“Alright, alright, I get it- no beach walks for you,” Wade conceded, though the grin never left his face. He turned his attention back to Alexandria, his tone becoming somewhat more serious. “Look, kid, I know it’s not easy, but we’ve got to play the hand we’re dealt. You’re hurt, you’re exhausted, and you need rest. If the dreams come, they come. We’ll deal with it when we get there. Right now, you need to sleep.”

Alexandria opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She knew they were right—Wade, in his own twisted way, and Logan, with his gruff sense of responsibility. But knowing didn’t make it any easier to accept. She had spent so long relying on her own strength, on her own ability to control her powers, that the idea of surrendering to something as mundane as sleep without her usual safeguards felt like admitting defeat.

With a heavy sigh, Alexandria finally nodded. “Alright,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I’ll try.”

Logan nodded in return, his expression softening just a fraction. “Good. That’s all we can ask.”

Wade, never one to miss an opportunity to lighten the mood, clapped his hands together. “Well, now that we’ve got that sorted, how about a bedtime story? Something to lull you into sweet dreams. I’ve got this great one about a mercenary who- ”

“Wade,” Logan interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Shut up.”

Wade pouted, but there was no real bite behind it. “Fine, fine. No bedtime story. But if you need a lullaby, you know where to find me.”

Alexandria couldn’t help but smirk, despite the pain and exhaustion weighing her down. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she murmured, her eyes already starting to drift closed.

Logan stood from the edge of the bed, giving her one last, assessing look before turning to Wade. “Keep an eye on her,” he said quietly, though his voice held the same edge of command it always did. “If she starts to dream-walk, you wake me up. Understood?”

Wade gave a mock salute. “Aye aye, Captain. I’ll keep watch like a hawk.”

Logan grunted in response, then headed for the door. “I’ll be outside. Don’t do anything stupid.”

As the door clicked shut behind him, Wade settled into the rickety chair in the corner of the room, his usual playful demeanor giving way to something quieter, more introspective. He watched as Alexandria’s breathing evened out, her body finally succumbing to the exhaustion that had been pulling at her for hours.

For a moment, he considered all the things he could do—draw a mustache on her face, take a selfie with her, or maybe even give her a gentle nudge to see if she’d end up in his dreams. But he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he just sat there, watching over her like some twisted guardian angel, the usual chaos of his mind taking a backseat to something that almost resembled concern.

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“You cannot enter until you learn your lesson.” The woman said slowly in Russian. “Your actions have consequences, child.”

“I did nothing wrong!” A young Alexandria cried out.

“You tried to help another prisoner. That's irresponsible.” The woman said, who was a head scientist at HYDRA. The same one that she first saw when she was brought to HYDRA.

The woman had thrown Alexandria out into the cold, snowy Russian terrain. They had a small field outside that was rarely used for recreation. HYDRA wasn’t kind. Instead, it was used as punishment. All Alexandria had was the thin grey prisoner outfit with thin socks that were already drenched with the freezing snow.

A tear fell down Alexandria’s cheek, almost immediately stinging her cheek due to the freezing temperature.

“Thirty hours, Alexandria. If you haven't learned your lesson by then... then the punishment will be even worse.” The woman closed the heavy metal door to inside the base, leaving Alexandria outside in the cold with no food or protection from the heavy snowstorm.

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Wade was still in the chair, his head lolling to the side as he snored softly. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the air conditioner, and Logan closing the door.

He woke up shaking his head, “wow, what a weird dream. They were speaking some other language I didn’t understand.”

Logan took a swig of a whiskey bottle he found, glancing at Alexandria. “You dumb fuck. They were speaking Russian, weren’t they?”

Wade looked at her sleeping form as well, “oh- yeah, I guess that makes sense. That dream was so realistic. I could almost feel the cold.”

Logan shook his head at Wade in annoyance and took a seat at the edge of the bed, close by Alexandria’s feet.

“Help me.” She mumbled in Russian, turning on her side.

Logan’s brow furrowed as he watched Alexandria shift in her sleep, the words escaping her lips like a distant echo. He took another swig from his whiskey bottle, the bitter liquid doing little to numb the unease creeping up his spine. Alexandria’s sleep had been fitful, her dreams casting shadows that seemed almost tangible, even in her unconscious state.

Wade frowned, looking at Logan. “You think she’s dreaming about something bad?”

Logan took another pull from the bottle, his eyes never leaving Alexandria. “Yeah. It’s probably not a pleasant memory.” He paused, letting the silence hang in the air. “She’s got a lot of those.”

Wade shifted in his seat, trying to make sense of the fragments of the dream. “I could almost feel the snow. It was like I was there, seeing through her eyes.”

Logan grunted in agreement, though his attention was on Alexandria’s face, twisted in an expression of pain even in sleep. “Dreams can be powerful like that. Especially for someone like her.”

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She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she had been out here. Her fingers were already numb and burning, and her wet clothes didn’t help her either.

There was no materials to create a fire, all of it wet from the constant downpour of snow.

For a while, she had banged on the metal door until her knuckles bled. Then she gave up, and sat under an old weight rack that covered part of her body.

Alexandria looked around past the gated fence, part of her hoping, wishing, and even praying like mama and papa did.

But no one came, not after her cries for help and her apologies to the impenetrable metal door.

She wanted to follow mama, papa, and Mikhail to the afterlife, but before she could close her eyes and surrender, the metal door opened.

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By the time she opened her eyes, it was already early morning. The sun painted a faint orange hue into the room, but not bright enough to keep Wade awake, who was sleeping in the chair.

Logan wasn’t in the room, but she could smell the faint bitterness of some sort of alcohol. The dream, or memory, had made her cold, so without thinking she grabbed Logan’s leather jacket that was on the TV stand and put it on.

It was much bigger than her, she was somewhat taller than average, but still quite skinny thanks to the malnourishment she sustained at HYDRA.

Alexandria opened the motel door and walked outside, shutting it quietly behind her. She saw Logan by the truck, the hood popped open.

“Figured you’d be up early,” Alexandria said, her voice rough from sleep and the remnants of her dream. She wrapped Logan’s oversized leather jacket tighter around her thin frame. The cold made the pain from her wounds more pronounced, but she tried to ignore it.

Logan glanced up from the engine, his expression inscrutable. “What’re you doing out here? Thought you’d be getting some more sleep.”

“I was cold,” she said simply. “And I couldn’t stay in there.”

Logan grunted, his eyes shifting from Alexandria to the engine. “Ain’t exactly the Ritz in here. What’s got you up?”

Alexandria looked away, trying to shake off the remnants of her dream. “Bad dreams.”

Logan’s gaze softened for a moment before he returned his attention to the truck. “You should talk to someone about that. Dreams like that don’t just go away on their own.”

“Not much point,” Alexandria said. “Memories have a hard time fading away.” She shrugged, before putting her elbows on the truck and her chin on her fist. “And Wade was snoring. Hard to fall back asleep even if I wanted to.”

As the sun continued its slow climb into the sky, Alexandria tried to shake off the remnants of her dream. The pain from her wounds was a constant companion, but she managed to ignore it, focusing instead on the task of getting through the day. She glanced back at the motel, where Wade was still snoozing, oblivious to the early morning exchange.

“Hey,” Logan said, breaking the silence. “You want some coffee or something? There’s a diner down the road.”

Alexandria considered it for a moment. “Sure. I could use something warm.” She shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that didn’t aggravate her wounds. “Just… don’t expect me to be chatty.”

Logan gave her a rare, almost encouraging nod. “No worries. Just figured you could use a break from the cold. And maybe get a decent meal in you.”

She gestured to the motel room, “we don’t have to bring him, do we?”

Logan opened the driver’s seat, “fuck no. But he’ll probably show up out of nowhere anyways. Get in.” She opened the door when he glanced at her, “and close the jacket, your shirt’s covered in blood.”

Alexandria glanced down and realized that the shirt she was still in was covered in old, dried blood. She zipped the jacket and hopped into the truck.

The truck rumbled to life, and Logan threw a casual glance in Alexandria's direction. "You okay? Anything else you need before we head out?"

Alexandria shook her head, her voice still rough from sleep. "No, I’m fine. Just... trying to get warm."

Logan nodded and pulled the truck onto the road. The early morning sun cast a pale light over the landscape, but it wasn’t enough to dispel the lingering effects of the cold that had settled into Alexandria’s body. The two of them drove in silence for a while, the only sound being the low hum of the engine and the occasional crunch of gravel under the tires.

"Dreams are a bitch," Logan finally said, breaking the silence. "You want to talk about what happened?"

Alexandria shifted uncomfortably, her wounds throbbing slightly with each movement. "Not really. Just... a bad memory."

Logan grunted in acknowledgment, eyes focused on the road ahead. "Yeah, well, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Just remember, there’s a difference between ignoring it and dealing with it."

She didn’t respond, instead staring out the window at the passing scenery. Her thoughts were still tangled up in the remnants of her dream, the icy cold of her past blending with the present discomfort.

A few minutes later, Logan pulled into a small diner that looked like it hadn’t seen a lot of business in recent years. The sign outside advertised ‘Hot Coffee & Fresh Breakfast’, a welcome promise after the cold of the morning.

As they walked into the diner, Alexandria tried to adjust the oversized jacket, her movements stiff and cautious. The warmth of the diner was a relief, but it also made her more aware of the pain from her injuries. Logan led the way to a booth in the corner and slid into one side, gesturing for Alexandria to sit across from him.

“And I’m not buying you that sugary coffee drink you like.” Logan said, looking over the menu.

She peaked her head out from hers, a slight pout forming, “why not?”

Logan glanced up from his menu, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at his lips. "You can get that sugary crap on your own time. We’re here to eat, not to indulge your sweet tooth."

Alexandria raised an eyebrow, her pout deepening. "It’s just coffee, Logan. It’s not like I’m asking for dessert.”

“Dessert’s probably not a great idea either,” Logan said gruffly. “Not with your current condition. Stick to something simple.”

“Fine,” Alexandria grumbled, flipping through the menu with a practiced disinterest. She was getting a sugary coffee, no matter what he said. Although they didn’t have an iced white chocolate mocha, so she was going to have to settle for something else.

The waitress, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a warm smile, approached their table. “Good morning, folks. What can I get you?”

Logan gave his order- eggs and bacon, a black coffee- and then turned to Alexandria.

“I’ll have the double stack of pancakes and a caramel frappe,” Alexandria said with a small, defiant smile, looking up at the waitress.

Logan shot her a disapproving look as the waitress nodded and jotted down the orders before heading off to the kitchen. Logan settled back into his booth, his eyes flicking between Alexandria and the window, clearly lost in thought. Alexandria, meanwhile, tried to ignore the dull throb of her injuries, focusing instead on the warmth that was slowly seeping into her bones.

Logan’s eyes softened slightly as he studied her. “You sure you don’t want to talk about that dream? Could help get it off your chest.”

Alexandria didn’t show any signs of response, choosing to stare out the window. She had never told anyone about what happened to her at HYDRA, although to be far she had only been at the school for a few months.

When she spoke, Logan was shocked but kept his expression neutral. “When I was nine, there was a new kid brought in. He was around 5 years old, didn’t speak Russian and only a little English. He reminded me of myself when I was first brought there.”

“I had been there for 6 years at that point, and the boy wasn’t used to the little bit of porridge they would give us for the day. So, I would give mine to him. They found out after 3 days and said that I was disobeying them and they had to punish me for it. The woman threw me out into the recreational field that was never used and kept me out there for thirty hours. In that part of Russia, it snows heavily and is almost always below freezing.”

Alexandria stared down at the sleeve of Logan's leather jacket, her voice low but tinged with a raw edge. “When they brought me back inside, they had one more punishment for me. They ended up killing that boy in front of me all because I had given him my food.”

The words hung heavy in the air, their gravity settling over the booth. Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing, just took a long sip of his black coffee. Alexandria’s gaze remained fixed on the jacket as if it could offer some kind of solace or escape from the memories she had just shared.

The waitress returned with their breakfast, setting down a stack of pancakes and a caramel frappe in front of Alexandria, and a plate of eggs and bacon for Logan. Alexandria barely acknowledged the food, her attention still drifting through her painful recollections. Logan glanced at the pancakes with a look of mild disapproval but said nothing.

The conversation had shifted, but the silence between them was filled with the unspoken weight of Alexandria's revelation. Logan’s usual gruff exterior softened just enough to show a flicker of concern. He took another sip of his coffee, staring out the window as if searching for the right words.

“Shit, Alexandria,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “That’s rough. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

Alexandria shrugged, trying to appear indifferent, though the pain in her eyes betrayed her. “It’s not about what I deserved. It’s what happened. I don’t expect anyone to understand, or care.”

Logan gave her a pointed look. “I get it more than you might think. Doesn’t mean you’ve gotta keep it all bottled up. Sometimes talking helps, even if it doesn’t fix things.”

She looked at him, her gaze steady. “I’m not good at talking. I’m better at... handling things on my own.”

Logan grunted, pushing his plate aside as he finished his coffee. “Handling things on your own can work, but sometimes it’s better to let someone in. Helps to lighten the load, even if just a little.”

Alexandria took a sip of her frappe, the sweetness of it a stark contrast to the bitterness of her memories. “You’re making it sound like you’ve got experience in this department.”

Logan’s eyes met hers, his expression unreadable. “Let’s just say I’ve seen my fair share of shit. Doesn’t make it easier, but sometimes it helps to talk about it, even if it’s just to get it out.”

She mulled over his words, her fingers tracing patterns on the table. “Maybe. But right now, I just want to focus on getting better. Deal with the stuff that’s actually in front of me.”

“Fair enough,” Logan said, his tone softening slightly. “Just remember, you don’t have to go through it alone. We’re here. You’ve got people who care, even if you don’t always see it.”

Alexandria nodded slowly, her gaze returning to the window. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

They ate in silence, the clinking of cutlery and the low hum of conversations around them filling the gaps between their words. Logan's attention was split between his meal and the occasional glance at Alexandria, who was lost in her own thoughts.

The doorbell dinged as another person entered. Wade, who was still suited up, came to stand by the table, “you geriatric fucker.” He pointed at Logan before putting a hand on Alexandria’s uninjured shoulder, bringing her closer to him. “You’re poisoning the child’s mind.” He covered her eyes with his hand, “this fucker clearly has no niceness in a single one of his shiny metal bones.”

Logan sipped his coffee in response and Alexandria moved Wade’s hand away from her face.

Wade plopped down next to Logan, grinning as if he’d just pulled off a grand prank. “So, did you two have a heart-to-heart while I was snoozing?”

Alexandria shot him a tired look, her fingers still wrapped around her caramel frappe. “Not exactly a heart-to-heart. Just... talking.”

Wade raised an eyebrow, his grin fading as he noticed the subdued mood around the table. “You’re not exactly glowing. What’s eating you?”

Alexandria shrugged, her eyes drifting back to the window. “Just... old memories. Nothing new.”

Wade’s expression softened, but he still couldn’t resist a jab. “Ah, the classic ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ move. Well, at least you’ve got pancakes now. Nothing like syrup to make everything a little better.”

Logan grunted, focusing on his meal. “It’s not always that simple, Wade.”

Wade shot a curious glance at Logan. “Oh, are we getting deep now? Didn’t think you were into that kind of thing.”

Logan glared at Wade, clearly annoyed. “I’m not. Just saying there’s more to it than stuffing your face with food.”

Wade looked at Alexandria and gestured to Logan, “honey badger here was raised on boiled potatoes and chowder.”

“Fuck off, mouth.” Logan responded.

Wade continued, “see, this geriatric man here has a lot of tricks up his sleeve on how to turn nice, kind, young children into mean ones. Doesn’t help that’s he’s older than the state of Michigan itself.”

Logan grunted, clearly irritated. “Shut up, Wade. You’ve got a real talent for pissing me off.”

Wade’s grin didn’t waver. “Hey, I’m just here to lighten the mood. Can’t have you grumbling all the time.”

Alexandria took a sip of her caramel frappe, trying to ignore the banter. Her wounds throbbed under the bandages Logan had applied, a constant reminder of her recent ordeal. The warmth of the diner was comforting, but it didn’t do much to ease the pain or the memories that had surfaced.

But having Wade around wasn’t that bad.

Not at all.

helloo wade wilson! i tried writing him to the best of my abilities but he's a very hard character to write. and (spoiler alert) he doesn't appear anymore in this series, but might make some in the later parts!

#logan howlett #logan howlett x oc #logan howlett x original character #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett x you #wolverine x oc #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x wade wilson #wade wilson x oc #wade wilson x reader #logan howlett x alexandria sokolova #marvel fanfiction #sweet dreams #project reverie

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umemiyan · 3 months ago

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Happy Friday Robin!! ❤️ tell me, what does the weekend routine look like in the Aviary?

HELLO MY WONDERFUL PRECIOUS sorry i didn’t answer this last night i was so damn tired fjdndjskks

but omg okay so weekends are reserved for family fun time <3 aka all the little birdies are forced to get together and do activities because mother says so. also in my fantasy land i don’t work on weekends, so this is actually possible LMAO

on saturday we’ll usually go out and do something or maybe stay home and do like a movie marathon or game night or something like that. it depends on the activity but we usually end up leaving the house sometime in the early afternoon because it takes everyone a while to get ready, but i’ve devised a plan that somewhat moves everything along a little bit faster

belphie and nagi have to get their asses up. i usually employ the help of either tanjiro or suga for this because they’re good motivators while also being capable of gentleness to avoid irritation. hajime can also be good for tasks like these.

denki has to decide which jacket and cologne he wants to wear. hajime has to fix his hair. oikawa’s taking mirror selfies. i have to be kissy kissy with katsuki to keep him from blowing up because “all you damn extras are taking too long” etc. even tho i'm lowkey feeling the same way. it’s a whole process truly, like taking a huge family with lots of children out

some of my good boys like megumi are just sitting off to the side waiting because he in particular has been up since 6am. yuuta’s there with him because that bitch barely sleeps

i usually try to have everybody ready to go by a certain time, but depending on the progress that’s made we sometimes split up. hajime or someone will be like “you go ahead and take those guys and i’ll get everyone else rounded up. we’ll be right behind you.” so me and my little brigade of punctual/efficient babies are loading up in the van to go to the mall or whatever LOL

sundays are way more chill like everyone is just getting up whenever they want and tanjiro will probably try to make two or three different waves of breakfast because he feels bad if somebody misses it fkdjdkdjdn i’m like “tanjiro it’s okay they can just have cereal” but he’s literally already cracking eggs into the pan

everyone’s mostly just chilling around watching tv/movies or playing games with some designated chores mixed in. it’s not an organized family event but it may end up being a whole group thing depending on what we’re watching or doing. even katsuki’s competitive ass cannot resist a mario kart tournament or something djdjsksjje

anyways yeah we’re a big insane family but it’s so much fun <3 oh and we usually have a nice homemade dinner on sunday evening!!! most everyone ends up pitching in one way or another whether it be cooking or setting the table because they’re not allowed near the stove lmfao

#letters.#moot: leigh #the aviary.#the way i could go into detail about how my van of boys gets a treat on the way to the mall #and when the other van shows up they're like 'WHY DID THEY GET A TREAT' so hajime has to go buy them all pretzels or something #they're like children fr

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moonfang256 · 5 months ago

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Alright, now the first thing I've to say about this Nintendo Direct is:

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

The first time I saw this (and I saw that style) I screamed and simply said "YES, THEY'RE BACK!!!". Just couldn't hold it, haha.

Also I love the graphics, it looks very good. ❤️

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Now, moving on with the other games:

☆"Mio", "Disney Illusion Island", "Hello Kitty", "Funko Fusion", "The new Denpa men", "Metal Slug", "Stray", "The Lord of the Rings" and "Ace Attorney" drawn my attention (the other games are good too).

☆ Are the Dragon Quest games going to have a remake? I remember playing only the first one a long time ago (definitely I should try the others).

☆ This Mario party looks amazing and fun (so many modes to play).

☆ Well, would you look at that? The princess is finally making honor to the title (so many people in the past called "Link" as "Zelda" because of it *smirks*)

Anyway, I like the "Link's Awakening" design it has (it's really a nice touch) and the way to play it's quite interesting gotta say.

*sigh* I wish I had a Nintendo Switch to play it, but I think I'll settle by watching some else playing it.

☆ Now I'm going to be honest with you, I've never played a Metroid in my life (I probably will at some point), but I've to say this looks wonderful and I'm so happy for the Metroid fans.

Let me share your excitement with a sip of Pepsi. Cheers! 🎉

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Well, that's all I have to say. This direct really left me speechless.

Now I'm going to wait patiently for the "Mother Direct". I'm curious to see what new fangames and games there will be. 😊

#nintendo #nintendo direct #mario #zelda #metroid #dragon quest #mario and luigi #this was so good #heck yeah

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showofsunshine · 2 years ago

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i’ve been thinking about bowsers little musical number ever since jack black teased he’d be doing some rocking in the movie (and it was also revealed that Toad has a song of his own which is already awesome), so here’s some of my thoughts on how bowsers musical debut could go down:

as soon as i heard about the possibility of bowser rocking, i instantly knew it had the potential to be a fun/energized scene. Then, I started wondering if the music would be something along the lines of 80’s/90’s rock (We Will Rock you - Queen, Highway To Hell - AC/DC, Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne), Broadway-theatre-type villain songs, or even the sort of style from “How Bad Can I Be” (Lorax). I also thought of the possibility of the writers including some ‘Mario Game Music’ into it, like BOWSERS THEME “A Boss Approaches” from Super Mario 3D World - (could you imagine how that would sound if it were played cinematically?? the jazz/saxophones paired with rock?!?). It’s definitely going to be some sort of “villain melody” which i’m really looking forward to, and if by any chance he sings, the lyrics will most likely be about word domination and capturing the stars from the other Kingdoms - i could see the lyrical style having a dark-ish comedic tone. Like, it’s a fun song and all but the lyrics are about wrecking kingdoms and “ruling the world” lol.

It’d also be really cool if it includes some ‘spiffy dialogue’ in between lyrics (like, you know how a character in a film will give some one-liners while the other character sings? something like that!) - if it were to go down this route, I definitely could see Luigi and Bowser having some sort of duet lol. ((Bowser having his ‘villain monologue’ moment and Luigi offering some comedic dialogue/one-liners 👌)). It would be fun to see the contrasting personalities between these two characters paired together, which is why i think a Bowser/Luigi duet could really work. It could also tie into their character arcs, (i’ve heard theories where Luigi will attempt to help Bowser become a good guy, or just try to talk him down from his whole “world domination” plan, which could make for an interesting duet sequence!)

anyways, the mario movie having a musical side to it is the cherry on top for me, and i really can’t wait to see what the movie has in store for us!

#mario movie #super mario bros #bowser #jack black #luigi #bowluigi #bowuigi

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euphoricimagination · 2 years ago

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Summary: As you continue your new journey in Nekoma High the chance to tour around Tokyo appeared; joining three cats (Kenma surprises everyone by willingly joining), and owl and Bokuto.

Kenma x reader; Haikyuu x reader [Platonic]

First Year: Inarizaki

Second Year: Part 5; Part 6; Part 7...

The first class passes like normal, leading into the first break, so you stand up to stretch your legs a bit. Kenma, like usual, was looking at his PSP, this time with a more concentrated look as he plays.

“Hi Kenma, want some cookies? I have a lot of them left. What are you playing today?

“Thanks. Mario kart” he shows you the screen “ehh… do you…” he stops as he looks around both of you, finding your classmates looking at the two of you with curious eyes

“Oh, you don’t like being stared at, huh? I’m going to go, sorry” you say knowing that the reason they were looking was most likely because the new foreigner girl was talking to the shy boy like nothing.

“No, no, it’s not your fault…want to play a round?” he asks you looking at his desk

“Sure, I like Mario kart. Let me sit by the wall so there’s less people looking at us” you pass behind him and sit, since there was some space between his desk and the wall. He passes you his PSP as soon as you sat, turning around a little to see you play “I’ve never use this, how do I do stuff?”

“Oh, yeah. With this one you move, this one you use the items, and with that one you use the turbo. The rest is pretty intuitive” he explains as you start the game, him staying quiet

“Yay! Look, I won!”

“Not bad. Do you like other games?” he asks with the biggest smile you have seen from him

“I used to like eh…” you try to answer while the next round starts, but end up staying quiet because you were concentrating too much. He doesn’t say anything about it, so you continue in a comfortable silence. You snap out of it once the game finished, finally looking at him “Sorry, what?”

“It’s okay, I asked what games you like”

“Oh, yeah, I really liked...Animal Crossing, I believe the name was”

“This one?” He asks taking the console and putting the game.

“Yeah! I loved that game”

“You don’t have where to play?”

“Nope, I was thinking on getting one of this tomorrow at Tokyo, but I don’t know anything about them”

“I can help you…If you want, of course” he looks at the floor once again

“Sure, how? You can come with us if you want”

“I don’t like going out that much”

“Oh, I get it, if this wasn’t my first time, I probably wouldn’t go out either. Why does everything has to be pretty here? It’s not fair”

“You sound like a foreigner” Kenma looks at you with a playful smile

“I wonder why, this is only my second year in Japan, and I was busy being a manager on my first one”

“You’re excited then”

“Very”

“Why don’t you come to my house after practice and I tell you everything I know, I can help you find a good price too. We live in front of each other anyway”

“Okay, I’m sure you know more about them than me. Can I see your island?”

“Sure” he passes you his PSP once again, the soft smile appearing.

“Eat something meanwhile, I barely see you eat”

“…Fine” he takes a cookie out, starting eating while you were walking around and he was explaining some things about it. You were having so much fun that you didn’t notice Yamamoto, Yaku and Kuroo outside of the classroom, looking at you with smiles on their faces.

The next classes pass quickly, now you are going to the table to eat lunch with Kenma looking at his game.

“Yn-chan! Hi” Lev calls you excited; Kenma scrunches his face at the scream, so he slightly pushes you so you sit next to the tall boy instead of him.

“Hi Lev, how are you?”

“Good! I’m excited, you’re going to see our team play!”

“I’m excited too. Don’t spoil anything though, let me enjoy the surprise for once”

“Why are you excited anyway? You’re not playing, you barely can receive the ball” adds Yaku

“Don’t say that in front of Yn-chan!! I’m working on it!”

“I’m going to know anyway, you know?”

“I bet even Yn-chan can play better than you, Lev” says Yamamoto sitting with his lunch.

“Do you know how to play chibi-chan?” asks Kuroo

“Yeah, the basics at least, Tsumu wanted to teach me; and if I didn’t say yes, he would have whine until I did it”

“Wait, Miya Atsumu taught you?” you nod while drinking some juice “Damn, then you’re miles better than Lev. Can you join the team instead of being our manager?”

“Nah, I like being on the side, I learned a lot and that helped me to break down the other teams plays”

“So this means we have two brains in the team now? Kenma-san plans strategies and Yn-san can figure out the way the other team play” asks Inuoka

“Sounds like it, but that’s only if chibi-chan joins, she still isn’t our official manager” says Kuroo looking at you

“I thought it was obvious that I wanted, I wouldn’t be here otherwise”

“And with who would you be eating lunch then? You only know Kenma and I, and that’s because we’re neighbors”

“I don’t need to hang out with someone. I’m not an extrovert, I like being alone”

“Wait, really? It’s so easy to talk to you, it was so hard to make Kenma talk to us” adds Yamamoto as you shrug

“How did you become friends with the Miyas and Suna then? You four sound inseparable” asks Yaku

“I think that the only reason they insisted so much was because they thought it would be cool to have a foreign friend. And then we kinda just…clicked”

“And now you can’t escape from them?”

“Pretty much. But I love them a lot, I wouldn’t escape anyway” You continue talking comfortably with the whole team for the rest of the lunch break.

The bell sounds indicating that classes have ended, so you pack your things up and go out with Kenma, arriving at the gym going to change into your gym clothes. When you go out, you started doing the typical manager things, filling bottles, taking things out, etc, when the coach calls you, now with Kuroo, Kenma and Kai by his side.

“Yn-kun, the other team should be arriving really soon. I know that you have done this, so I don’t need to explain anything, right?”

“Nah, I got this. I got some notes from the teams we, I mean, Inarizaki played against, maybe they can help”

“You keep notes of every team?” ask Kuroo

“Not in detail, but the important stuff. I only go in detail when it comes to my team”

“So you have Inarizaki’s info in there too. Interesting, interesting” says Kuroo

“I’m not giving you information on how they play until you actually play with them. Anyways, who are you playing against today?”

“It’s a really good school, one of the best in Tokyo actually…”

“CHIBI-CHAN!!” you hear a scream, making you turn around only to find Bokuto running to you with his arms open.

“BokutoAghh” you were lifted from the ground before you could finish, you grabbing Bokuto’s shoulders to stabilize yourself while laughing.

“Bokuto-san, we talked about this. Don’t squish her too much” Akaashi appears behind him

“I know, I just miss you, chibi-chan” he squishes you into his arms before putting you down

“I missed you too, but you don’t have to twirl around every time you see me”

“Sorry” he pulls you for another hug

“Bokuto-san, let me say hi to the rest”

“Okay, okay. Kuroo! How are you? I heard-” Bokuto moved away to talk with your captain while you go to Akaashi, the girls and the rest of the team before your coach calls you, all of Nekoma waiting alongside.

“Well, I was going to tell you who they were, but it seems that you know them already. Nekoma and Fukurodani have practice matches regularly, alongside other schools, so they all know each other too. I’m going to talk to their coach before starting. Excuse me”

“How do YOU know them?” asks Kuroo

“They went to Inarizaki for a practice match”

“You seem close to Bokuto”

“It’s Bokuto-san, it’s hard to not like him”

“Chibi-chan!” Bokuto passes his arms through your shoulders, back hugging you “We totally should go to Tokyo now. Akaashi, the girls and I can show you around! You guys should come too!”

“I’m actually going tomorrow with my family”

“We can join too!”

“Bokuto-san, we can’t just join a family outing like that”

“Akaashi! Don’t be so pessimistic. We can show them around! Right Chibi-chan?”

“You can join if you want to”

“SEE! Our Chibi-chan is the best” says Bokuto while lifting you one more time “are we all going?”

“We can’t, sorry Yn-chan, Kaori and I already had plans, we reserved and all” Yuki says apologetic

“I’ll go, I need to make sure Yn-chan and her family don’t die” Akaashi jokes

“AKAASHI! I wouldn’t let that happen” he pouts “Anyways, you guys?”

“Why does it feel like you’re the one visiting Tokyo and not Chibi? I’m going, if you want to be there by 8 we need to leave earlier than that. Plus, I need to make sure you actually arrive to the city” Kuroo smirks at you

“What makes you think I need your help?”

“You will get lost without any of us” you knew that he was right, and he clearly knew it too

“I want to go too!” Lev adds

“Can you even wake up that early on a weekend?”

“Kuroo-san! I will be there Yn-chan, I promise” Lev looks to you excited. The rest of the team excuse themselves, since they had stuff to do or just wanted to rest.

“So, Lev, Kuroo-san, Bokuto-san and Akaashi are going?” you ask confused

“I’ll go too” Kenma whispers quietly, he was looking at his phone the whole time, not saying anything

“KENMA?! You…you are offering yourself…to go out? That early?” exclaims Kuroo surprised, everyone on Nekoma, even some of Fukurodani, had shocked faces

“I promised to help her with something” he looks at the floor, in an attempt to hide from the eyes on him

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Ken. You already told me that you don’t like going out” you say to him in a soft, understanding voice, making him look at you with a little smile

“It’s okay, I want to…your face will be funny”

“Oh, so you’re just going to make fun of me. I see how it, sorry for wanting to get to know your country, you ungrateful bastard” you pretend to be offended and making him chuckle, action that makes everyone on Nekoma even more shocked.

“They grow up so fast” Yaku puts a hand on his chest, Kai agreeing silently

“Ok, so 5 of you are going then. Anyways, go stretch, you came here to do a practice match. Go, go, go!”

“You heard our manager, let’s go!” adds Kuroo

Both teams start going to stretch, Kenma asking you to take care of his phone before going. When the coaches are back from their talk, the girls and you had everything ready, just were just waiting for them to start.

“I should have expected that everything will be ready, Yn-chan, you’re already exceeding my expectations” says the coach arriving to the team “You guys already know that this is a strong team. Like always, remember to connect. Yn-chan, do you want to say something?”

“Me? Ehh…the last time I saw them play was at last year nationals. I’m sure Bokuto-san got better at line shots; he was quite inconsistent with them. I haven’t seen you play properly, so I can’t say anything about you”

“Got it Chibi-chan, we can cut his angle shots to see how good he has gotten”

“Sounds good”

“Let’s get together guys!” says Kuroo, the team making a circle putting their arms at the center, looking at Kenma “We are like the blood in our veins, we must flow without stopping. Keep the oxygen moving so that our ‘brain’ can operate at his best!”

“Ooh you have a speech! Cute!”

You knew that Nekoma was known for their defense, but it still surprised you how Yaku was able to dig a powerful serve like nothing, sending it right where Kenma was. Kenma stays there slouching while waiting for the ball, setting it to Kuroo for a quick pass and scoring a point. A few points later you noticed Nekoma’s way of playing, they always find a way to dig the ball, sending it perfectly to where Kenma was; their blocks, while they may look basic, where in really specific places to help Yaku receive.

“So…Kenma doesn’t move that much?” You ask the coach

“No, unless it’s fully necessary to keep the ball in the game. The team always try to send the ball to an ideal spot”

“Their defense it’s amazing, even the ones that they can’t properly dig they are in the right place”

“Have you notice something about Fukurodani, Yn-chan?”

“They seem like usual, Bokuto-san seems to be in a good shape today, he seems a bit anxious though, probably wants to start using line shots” And like he was hearing you, Akaashi sets to Bokuto, who does a really amazing line shot that ends up barely being out and making the coach call for a time out.

“That was so cool” you whisper while waiting for the boys come back. You give them their bottles and some towels before reaching Kenma, giving him his bottle “so you don’t like moving even in games, huh?”

“I don’t have the biggest stamina” he sat on the bench while sipping his water

“Yn-chan tell them what you think” calls you the coach

“Bokuto-san seems to be in a good form today, but he’s a bit anxious, probably wants to do line shots now, I know he’s been practicing them a lot lately and wanted to use them in a proper match. The last one would have been an amazing one if it wasn’t out. Also, he seems to be pointing over Kenma’s head on the blocks”

“I noticed that too, let’s wait for him to get used to point over my head, then Kuroo and I could change places to block him. Also, we can continue to block only his cross shots for now and then we change into blocking his line shots"

“We got plan then, let’s go!”

The match continues, Nekoma being a point ahead at 19 – 18. The guys execute the plan perfectly, blocking Bokuto a few times making the first set go to Nekoma. You went around with their bottles while Kenma sits down one more time in the bench.

“Have you ever thought of putting your hair up when you play? So, you know, more air comes?”

“I don’t like when my field of view is too wide… I mean... don’t like when… when”

“I know what field of view is. Let me throw some air to you” you say fanning him with the notebook

“Thanks”

The second set starts with Kenma serving, his serve is normal but it always goes to a tough spot to cover. Despite being really good at defending, their offense was quite average, not bad but not the best; but they seem very aware of it, because all the strategies are made to use the best of their strength. The second set goes to Fukurodani, ending it with an amazing cross shot by Bokuto.

The third set goes similar to the last one, both teams playing at the best of their abilities. Fukurodani has the set point now, Akaashi gives the ball to Bokuto, who does a cross shot but it’s stopped by Yaku, who digs it a little shorter than usual. Kenma has to move to set it up and gives it to Fukunaga, but Fukurodani's libero digs it again. Suddenly you notice that Bokuto's aura shifted, silently demanding the ball. Akaashi noticed it too, setting for him and making Bokuto do an extremely sharp line shot, marking the win for Fukurodani.

While you go your team, you hear Bokuto talking “OOHH! Akaashi did you see that? Wasn’t that cool?! Chibi-chan!! Did you see that?!” Bokuto looks at you like an excited puppy

“That was soo cool Bokuto-san!”

“I know, but it was pure luck this time!”

“Don’t take it away from you, you still did it” you continue to fan Kenma, who looks just exhausted

“Thanks, chibi-chan!!” he gives you a tight hug

“Aghh Bokuto-san! You’re sweating!”

“Stop trying to steal our manager, you owl! If anything she should be hugging us, we lost” adds Kuroo, pulling you slightly by his side

“Well, I met her first! I deserve the hug!” Bokuto holds into your other hand

“Bokuto-san, your team is waiting for you” you say before the tension rises

“Ah yeah! Talk to you guys later!”

“Well done boys, you did pretty good today; it’s hard to win against Fukurodani, but you did amazing giving them a good fight. I’m surprised by the strategies that came up and how good they worked, which means they will work in future matches too. Yn-chan what did you think of the team?”

“I knew that Nekoma was good at defense, but I honestly never expected to be this good. You guys receive spikes from Bokuto-san that are really hard to receive. Also, it’s amazing to watch you keeping the ball alive no matter what. Although I do think that the offense could be better... It wasn’t weak, please don’t get me wrong but…”

“No, no it’s good to be honest Yn-chan” the coach interrupts your small rant “it’s good that you tell us this, you were the manager of a really strong team. In a way I do agree, while our defense is really good, our offense stays short if we compare it to Fukurodani, for example. It’s not something that we can change from one day to another, however when new bloods come in, changes will too. For now, let’s continue perfecting the plays that we have and make the best out of them”

“Yes sir!”

“And Yn-chan, at first I was hesitant to have a manager because we don’t really need one, but you were able to prove me wrong. You and Kenma can be perfect duo to help us win. So, if you want to be our manager, you’re welcome”

“Of course I want to, it was my intention from the beginning”

“Then I officially welcome to our team chibi-chan, although I already consider you one” Kuroo ruffles your hair

While the teams were stretching, the girls come by your side, talking about everything that you missed since your last meeting. It's was already late when the match ended, so you quickly organized everything to wrap up.

“Bye chibi-chan! See you tomorrow!” Bokuto hugs you one more time

“Bye Bokuto-san, see you tomorrow Akaashi”

And with that Fukurodani enter their bus and leave.

After that Nekoma takes their things leaving the school, not before giving you a warm welcome. Kenma, Kuroo and you start walking together to the nearest station, Kenma on his game while you talk to Kuroo. You arrived at your house at around 7:15 pm, Kuroo leaving right away to help his grandma, leaving Kenma and you behind.

“Do I still go to your house?” you ask

“If you want to…we can still browse stores for the best price” he says when you go to his front door “I have everything on my room”

“Let’s go then…you’re alone?”

“Yes, my parents work until late” you enter his bedroom, which had a bunch of stuff on it.

“Damn, you have so many games, another console, and a computer? How do you have so much money?”

“My parents bought me some stuff, since you know, they aren’t at home that much. I also earn some money doing some videos and uploading them to YouTube…”

“Ahh, I see…wait, how do you put games into the psp?” the question pops up at seeing the whole collection he has. His soft smile appears again while explaining you the basics of the console. You sit near his computer when he browses around the stores looking for the best deal.

“This one is more expensive, but it has more memory which is useful in the long run. I don’t know if your parents will be okay with the money though”

“Let me ask. But even if they think it’s too expensive I can buy it myself, I also have some money. They’re much cheaper than in my country anyway”

“I can put some of the games I have too, so you would save a lot more with that”

“I was already counting on you for setting it up. Ken, you sure want to go? You told me you don’t like people; I don’t want you to be uncomfortable” you ask carefully

“I’ll be fine, I can deal with it once in a while. Thanks for worrying though”

“If you say so” you say. You stayed in silence for a few seconds, but you could feel his eyes on you. You caught him off guard when you turned around, making him look away to hide his face. For some reason neither of you feel uncomfortable, the only thing interrupting your trance was the ring of your phone “...my mom says that it’s fine”

“That’s cool…want to play something before going?”

“I thought you’ll never ask, any idea?”

“Mario kart? I want to beat you” he smiles playfully

“Excuse me? Rude. I don’t know how good you are, but don’t you dare to look down on me” you joke

“I’m not…I just know I’m better”

“Oh, fuck you” you make him chuckle. You stayed there playing for a long time, lots of laughs from both of you until you decided to put your controller down while looking at him, who had a relaxed smile “how much do you play this? It feels like you know every detail in the maps”

“Just admit that I’m better”

“No”

“You are good though. Second is not bad, you will definitely beat Kuroo”

“I’ll take that, I guess” you straighten your legs, staying in silence for a minutes

“This is nice” he says, making you look at him confused at the sudden words, he blushes a little and looks at the floor, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud “Sorry…I didn’t…”

“It is nice” you whisper before looking at your phone to see the time, 9.20 pm “I need to go though”

“Yeah, yeah” he stands up, going to his front door “Tomorrow at 7.00 then?”

“Yeah, that’s what Kuroo said. See you tomorrow, Ken”

“See you tomorrow, Yn”

You cross the street to go to your house, your mom making some snacks when you arrive. “Did you go to…Kenma’s house?”

“Yeah, he helped me find the console that I sent you”

“Kenma is the one with yellow hair, right?” you nod eating some fruit “Ahh, he seemed quiet. You were similar to him before the twins and Suna made you more comfortable talking”

You go to your room and look at your phone while laying down, noticing that you were added into two group chats, one of the Nekoma team, and other with the guys that will go tomorrow.

The messages continue to appear, mostly from Bokuto and Lev about places you should visit.

+++

You woke up early the next morning, but despite being so early, the weather was already hot, so you decided to put some shorts and a t-shirt on. The whole reason to go there so early was to avoid as many people as possible and to come back relatively early.

“Man, it's 7:00 am, how the fuck is so hot already?” You mutter while waiting outside

“Hi chibi-chan, looking good”

“Hi Kuroo” you say noticing his eyes moving up and down “don’t look at me like that”

“Sorry, sorry. You look really pretty today chibi-chan”

“Today?” You joke when you noticed his red ears

“Extra pretty today; sorry, got distracted” adds with a cheeky smile

“I’m regretting letting you go”

“Don’t be like that Chibi-chan, it’s all with good intentions”

“How are the two of you not tired?” You hear from behind Kuroo, Kenma appearing with his eyes barely opened

“It’s called sleeping Kenma, maybe if you didn’t stay up until so late playing games you would know that” Kuroo says making Kenma roll his eyes.

“Did you sleep last night Ken?”

“Yes, I did”

“How much?”

“…2 hours”

“2 hours? When you knew you had to wake up early? No wonder you’re tired”

“I’m not…” he starts, but stops when he finally looks at you, his eyes widening and a hint of blush appearing on his face.

“You’re not what Kenma? Looks like someone got speechless” Kuroo smirks at Kenma’s reaction

“Should I go to put some pants on” you ask to yourself

“You look...Pretty Yn” Kenma says looking away

“Thanks Ken. This is how you compliment people Kuroo”

“I said the same thing!”

“Ok, we can go. Hello guys, thanks for coming with us” Your mom says coming out with your brother

“Hi miss, it’s our pleasure” greets Kuroo before you start walking, Kuroo talking with your mom while Kenma talked with your brother about a new game

“YNNN-CHAN!” you heard a scream that made everyone flinch. You saw a tall, grey hair boy coming towards you running, crushing you into a hug “Yn-chan you look so good! It’s this your family? Hi, Kenma-san, Kuroo-san!”

“Relax kid” says Kuroo, slightly annoyed. Kenma face just scrunches while moving behind you

“Thank you Lev, but you don’t have to scream; and yes, this is my family”

“Hi, I’m Lev, nice to meet you” he greets with his puppy like energy, making your mom laugh a little

“Is it too late to back out?” whispers Kenma next to you

“Yes, I asked you yesterday”

You enter into the fairly empty train, Lev and your brother talking about something while Kenma, Kuroo and you are standing by the door side by side. You arrived at the station and went out, seeing the two owls standing right outside besides the stairs.

“CHIBI-CHAN!” as soon as you step outside of the station Bokuto moves to give you a hug

“Bokuto-san, you saw me yesterday”

“I’m excited to show you around! Hi guys, Hi chibi-chan family! I’m Bokuto!” Bokuto goes to say hi to your family

“Sorry to drag you here Akaashi” you move next to Akaashi

“I offer myself, don’t worry”

“Chibi-chan! You brother is my fan!” Bokuto screams

After all the introductions were done, you’re ready to go out. Your eyes go wide the moment you step outside, amazed since it was your first time seeing it live. Bokuto, Kuroo and Lev drag all of you through the city, making you take photos and selfies with different things; while Akaashi and Kenma make sure that it doesn’t go out of control. At some point you and Kenma entered the store where the console was while the others went to find a place to eat before going back. You had never seen Kenma so comfortable, smiling while he showed you some games.

After lunch you head back to your houses, saying bye to everyone as you and the two cats walk towards your houses

“Thank you for coming with us guys”

“Of course, chibi-chan, it was a fun time. It’s fun to see how a foreigner reacts to something that we’re used to see”

“You have no idea how different it is. It was so pretty” you look at Kenma, who already was looking at you “thanks for going out Ken”

“It was annoying, but it’s okay, it was fun seeing your reactions. I’ll set the console up and give it to you tomorrow”

“Sure”

“By the way, we have practice tomorrow, Saturdays are our day off” adds Kuroo, his eyes lingering to the blonde ones

“The same schedule that I had before, nice. Now go, you guys are probably tired. Ken, try to sleep a little, okay?

“...I’ll try”

“See you tomorrow chibi-chan”

A few hours later, after a nice shower, you sit on the floor putting some things that you bought for your foxes on a package to send to Hyōgo. The last time you were here with them, they couldn’t really go outside and see things that much, so they were just as excited. While doing that a message appears on your phone.

While you don’t remember telling him that you do videos, it somehow doesn't surprise you; after all, the twins and Suna had appeared many times. You continue talking for a while before getting ready to sleep, closing your eyes with a smile on your face.

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