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ceruleanmusings · 5 months ago

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Big Time Audition - Masons

while going through these ep rewrites i couldn't figure out how i wanted to include "big time audition" since the masons don't meet the guys until a few episodes later and this finally hit me! and it also has finally spurred me to re-write the fic depicting them first meeting the guys because, well, frankly I can do it so much better now and make sure each girl's personality stands out a bit more. but, in the meantime, you can see what they were like before the guys changed their lives. (again this is less a rewrite and more a long scene addition but, hey, semantics.)

@witchofinterest @raging-violets @partiallypearl @myloveforhergoeson

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The ping of an email sliding into her inbox set Jazz scrambling off her bed. Finally! Setting aside the half-assembled skateboard deck, trucks, and screws she'd been tinkering with, she landed on the hardwood floor with a heavy thud and grabbed her laptop off her desk. The slam of her fingers on the spacebar cut off the quick lick of a guitar solo slicing through the air. High-stepping over Mel's assorted Nikes scattered on the ground, she approached the pocket door in the nearby wall of her room. Extending her foot, she planted it on the door and slid it open.

It smacked against the interior wall with a heavy thud, revealing Sammi perched on the side of her bed, body curled over her legs where she applied nail-polish to her big toe while bending her head to hold her cell phone in place.

"Jazz!" she shrieked, unfurling from her position. Irritation weighed down her brows as she gazed down at the black line dragging across her toenails. "Do you see what you did! Now i have to start all over!"

"No one's gonna be lookin' at your toes, Sam," Jazz said with a roll of her eyes. "And if they're really getting that close, they have bigger problems."

"You're gonna have big problems! It's taken me two hours to get this design right!" Huffing, Sammi reached over to yank sheets of tissues out a nearby box. "God! if i can't fix this you owe me a new outfit."

"How?"

Sammi uttered a world-weary sigh and spoke slowly. "This design goes with a specific outfit. I can't wear the outfit without the polish and i can't wear the polish without the outfit. It doesn't make sense."

"You don't make sense," Jazz grumbled, resting her laptop on her hip. "Who cares if your toes and your eyebrows match?"

"Just because you dress like Tony Hawk threw up on you doesn't mean everyone wants to walk around looking like a grease stain. Some of us take pride in how we look." Sammi patted her large cloud of curly hair to emphasize her point.

"Yeah, yeah, hope when you swallow that pride you don't choke on it. Blue's not your color—literally." Jazz laughed and danced out of the way of Sammi throwing her large, fluffy pillow at her. "Quit with the dramatics! Look, Aunt Kelly sent us another round of audition videos! From Minnesota this time! —I know." Sammi held the same confused expression on her face Jazz was sure she'd made only a few seconds prior.

Why Aunt Kelly and Uncle Gustavo's last star search stop was in Minnesota of all places, she didn't know. Especially in the middle of winter. Uncle Gustavo didn't do well with the cold. Or people. Or cold people. So this was Hell and Hell freezing over for him at the exact same time. He was not going to be in a good mood.

"Hurry up! I want to see if these people are terrible too."

"Relax, no one can be as bad as Opera Guy," Sammi said with a scoff. "For one, he chose a terrible song for his range. Two, I could have done it better. And three, his shirt was untucked, his tie was too short, and he thought square toed shoes fit this century. He should have called me for help. He would've looked at least half-way presentable, which is the best he could have pulled off."

"Isn't most criticism supposed to come with a compliment somewhere."

"Sure," Sammi said with a shrug. "He'd never be able to afford me."

"Don't break your arm congratulating yourself," Jazz said. "Just hurry up!" Her feet slapped against the ground as she ran out of their connecting rooms, Sammi's phone conversation fading behind her as she jumped down the stairs, slamming to a stop on both landings. Navigating around the corner, she burst through the kitchen and went straight for the connected living room.

A stack of neatly folded blankets sat on the nearby ottoman, the creases so sharp it could cut glass. Just the way their dad liked it. A tray filled with a half empty glass of orange juice, toast two bites away from being finished, a mug with a dredge of dark coffee remaining, scattered silverware, and a balled up napkin balanced on a haphazard scattering of cycling and running magazines on the nearby coffee table.

And Mickey moved about straightening it all: adjusting the dented pillow left on the recliner, tucking the transfer board between the chair and end table, moving the lone navy blue slipper—left foot—to sit just beneath the coffee table, pulled the extended foot rest back in, and rolled up the long cord of the nearby vacuum around her arm.

"Hey." Jazz waved her arm, her voice and movement breaking Mickey out of her productive haze. She paused in the cord rolling, eyebrows lifting in a silent question. Or at least Jazz guessed from her head being pointed in her direction; her long locs hid most of her face. "We got more audition videos from Aunt Kelly. The last stop in Minnesota." Mickey's eyes slowly moved from the tray to the blankets to the recliner and back to the tray. "I'll get Mel so you can finish up," Jazz continued, "But Mick, seriously, Dad's not gonna care if it's not all spic and span by the time they get back."

Her mouth twisted to the side and she was quiet as she placed the wrapped cord around the back of the vacuum. Stepping on the petal that unlocked it, she turned to maneuver it out of the room, stopping only to say, "It matters to me" before passing.

Jazz stepped aside. Mickey preferred to keep everything in the right place to make his life easier. Jazz very much preferred that their dad was still around to have a life.

She made a beeline for the garage, a wall of sound knocking into her once she popped the seal on the door leading off the kitchen. Their dad had made it soundproof the day Mel got her first drum-set for Christmas on year. He re-enforced it every couple of years, for their' mom's sake since she worked most nights he said.

Mel's arms were almost a blur with how fast she hit the drums and symbols in succession. Her shoulders rose and dropped and her body moved along to a groove Jazz couldn't hear, half from the steady drumbeats and half from the large headphones Mel wore over her ears. With a grin, Jazz tiptoed forward until she stood behind Mel, able to see the lines of bright purple weaving into her long, dark braids. It was a recent changeover from her usual cornrows. It made playing goalie in soccer easier without having to fuss about her hair. As captain of the team, she didn't let anything get in her way. Literally.

"Yo!" Jazz snickered when Mel jumped at Jazz's shout after yanking a headphone off her ear. The drumbeat finished off-time due to Mel's flailing. Yanking the other headphone off, Jazz jerked her head backward when Mel whipped around with one drumstick pointed right at her nose. "Easy Jack Sparrow, you'll put an eye out."

"You're mixing up your movies," Mel pointed out, curling in the drumstick to spin it around her fingers. Her chest heaved and Jazz didn't need to check her pulse to know it was high. She swore Mel used drumming as an excuse for exercise as well to keep her skills up. As she liked to point out, you can't have an out-of-shape drummer and Mel needed to work twice as hard to get even some semblance of recognition for her contributions to their school's jam band or percussion section.

"Speaking of movies, we have a new installment of America's Funniest Audition Fails!" Jazz wiggled her laptop around as if displaying a prize on a game show. "Come on!" She started bouncing on her toes. "I want to know if they all sing with those accents."

Mel hummed. "That's assuming they're all able to keep time." That was a sticking point for her from the auditions in Salt Lake City, Philadelphia, and Houston. Most of the auditions, really. That even the well-prepared singers couldn't seem to stay on time with the music they chose. They either rushed or dragged, or worse, changed the arrangement to something so flashy it didn't showcase their voice but rather pointed out the sharp strains, the flat hits, or displayed their flaws rather than their strengths. She went on a rant about each location's auditions for days. (Though that could also be leftover disappointment at not being allowed to audition in D.C., even though they weren't accepting drummers.)

"Well, here's the good part! You can take all the videos of the bad ones, explain why they're so bad, and throw in some of your drum reels and send that to Uncle Gustavo!" Jazz said with a sparkle in her eye, a finger pointed upwards in the air. "All Mom and Dad said was it wasn't a good idea to audition. They never said you couldn't show them your reels by accidentally sending them a link in an email you never meant to send."

Chuckling, Mel grabbed a gray towel with faded Gatorade logos on them and wiped sweat off her brow. "Remind me to hire you as my lawyer."

"Why? They can't get mad at you for that."

"No, but they'll be impressed with how much you can twist their words to fit your needs before they ground you for a month."

Shifting her finger from vertical to horizontal, Jazz wiggled her finger between herself and Mel. "You mean ground us."

Mel laughed and shook her head; her braids swayed as she swung one leg over her stool. "No, I mean you. I'm an innocent bystander."

"Annnd that's exactly where you'll stay if you don't take this chance," Jazz said. Mel's smile immediately dropped to a frown and she scratched at her hairline. "It's an opportunity of a lifetime. You want it bad, so you keep saying, but you're going to let something as small as an email stand in your way? What's that phrase?" She tapped her chin. "Ask for forgiveness rather than permission?"

"Will that still hold up when I shove this down your throat?" Mel asked, waving her drumstick at her.

Jazz grinned, pushing it away. "You know I'm right!"

"No, you're annoying."

"Same thing!"

Laughing, Jazz ran out of the garage, making it to the living room in time for Mel to jump onto her back and the two to slam down to the couch. Jazz managed to move her computer out of the way in time, twisting herself to take the blow of the soft landing. Sammi and Mickey trailed in a few moments later, squeezing themselves onto the couch in their usual order: Sammi on one end, then Mel, Jazz, and Mickey on the other end. Stretching her legs onto the coffee table, crossing the angle with the thin metallic red band over the other, Jazz balanced her laptop on her lap and pressed play on the video.

They laughed, cringed, groaned, and booed through the clipped together reel of auditions. Some people were flat, some were sharp, some didn't even sing, instead choosing to do an interpretive dance about acid rain and a mime act. Unsurprisingly, Gustavo whisked them off the stage fast yelling about how a mime can't have seriously tried to audition for a singing competition. (Plus, he found mimes creepy.)

One girl stood out, someone named Jenny Tinkler, simply because her audition started with her taking in a deep breath and then the shot cut to a firefighter using a fire extinguisher on curtain, some tiles hanging from the ceiling, the recording tilted, a few holes in the wall of the stage, and Jenny running around with security guards chasing after her all the while screaming "But I'm gonna be the next Gwen Stefani!" Kelly could be see in the background, wiping leftover extinguisher

"Whoa," they girls uttered in unison.

"She should come with a warning label," Mel said.

"So should her outfit," Sammi said. "Bows that big only belong on big presents."

"The dog was cute though," Jazz said. They all voiced their agreement as she fast forwarded through the next clips. It was a blur of color, of scuffles, of someone jumping off the stage, of—

"Wait! Go back!" Mel jabbed at a button on the keyboard, sending the reel backward.

"Hey!"

"Just—look!"

She hit another button and the video started playing again. A boy walked on stage wearing audition number 810, wearing a gray sweater and brown pants. He introduced himself as Logan and, instead of singing, started beatboxing.

"Not bad," Mel said after an approving hum.

Gustavo didn't agree by yelling Logan off the stage like everyone else. Mickey made a noise of sympathy at the zoom-in on Logan's shellshocked expression and robotic walk out of the room.

811 was next, a boy in a blue hoodie named Carlos who swung the microphone around until he farted into it, causing Jazz and Mel to crack up and Sammi to utter a sound of disgust.

James was 812, a tall boy with a confident stride and his chin held high. He took his time before he started, looking at his feet, taking a breath, and positioning the swoop in his hair.

"People say I'm the life of the party... 'cause I tell a joke or two..."

"Wow." Sitting next to her, Jazz caught Mickey's soft uttering of awe. And, out the corner of her eye, she watched Mickey sit up straighter and lean closer to the screen.

"Sam?" Jazz appealed.

Sammi nodded once. "He's good," she stated, running a ring along a chain around her neck. And she'd know, she was born with near perfect pitch. Which she loved to remind them about any chance she got. Which Jazz understood, despite how annoying it could get. Any way for them to be different.

"So Minnesota does have some talent," Mel remarked.

Not that Uncle Gustavo agreed with them. Before their very eyes, he started shouting about how the James guy had no talent (Mickry gasped at that) and how he was wasting his time. Then all hell broke loose when some blond guy sporting some impressive eyebrows came into the shot, yelling about Uncle Gustavo not having any talent and then singing about how he was a "giant turd" which started a brawl with security guards.

"Whoa! And I thought people from Minnesota were supposed to be nice!" Jazz said between her laughter which started up again when an older black woman started beating up the security guards with her cane.

"Uncle Gustavo kind of deserved it," Mel said. Sammi nodded in agreement.

"Let's see it again!" Jazz went backward on the clip only to jerk out of the way when Mickey's arm extended past her face, her cell phone in hand. "What the-?" her cry was cut short at the snort she emitted when spotting the deep disapproving frown on Mickey's face. "Oh, this'll be good."

With a sigh and half smile, Mel took thr phone out of Mickey's hand and held it up to her ear. Jazz leaned closer to listen, the buzz on the other end trilling three times until it was picked up.

"Hey Mel," Aunt Kelly greeted her warmly. "Hey girls. What's up?"

"Mickey's mad at you," Mel singsonged.

"How? What did I do?"

"We saw the auditions. Mickey's mad you didn't pick-"

"The hot guy," Jazz cut in.

"The hot guy," Mel repeated, "812."

"That was Gustavo, not me. You know I don't have much of a say."

"Then how do you call yourself a talent scout?"

They didn't need to see her face to know she rolled her eyes. "Look, Gustavo's looking for a certain thing and he didn't have it. So Mickey can be mad at him."

"She is. You should see her face."

"Send it to me. I'll show him."

Snickering, Mel took out her phone to snap a pic of Mickey's still present frown, now with her arms crossed, and quickly sent it over. "For what it's worth, if he went this far and still didn't find someone, that guy may be his best shot."

"Try telling him that."

"We will! We can spam him!"

"Jazz."

"I said spam him. We won't do anything else. This time. We got grounded hard for signing him up for that toupee of the month thing."

"You. You got grounded," Sammi, Mel, and Mickey said in unison.

"Anyway, he seems to have his mind set. I'll try talking to him. He might not want him after being escourted out by security."

"Or, maybe that's the fire he's looking for!" Jazz said. "Just think about it! He'd have a built-in bad boy type!"

"We'll see. I talk to you girls later. I think he's about to yell at the bellhop. I love you. And stay out of trouble."

"We always do," they chorused before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Jazz drummed her fingers on her laptop, a slow smile pushing onto her face.

"Oh no," Sammi groaned at the sight of it.

Mel sighed. "You gonna order something?"

Jazz nodded.

"You gonna send it to Uncle Gustavo?"

Jazz nodded again.

"Are you gonna send a mime to glare at him?"

"Nah," Jazz said, shaking her head. "I could send Mickey to do that for free." She laughed, leaning out of the way of Mickey's attempts to hit her with a pillow.

"Well whatever it is, I'm not going down for it this time," Mel declared. "...Let's go to the library and use their computers. At least that way the IP can't get directly traced back to us."

"Good idea!"

All at once, the girls lept off the couch and raced each other for the front door.

#jazz mason #mickey mason #mel mason #sammi mason #big time rush ocs #btr rewrite #big time audition #big time quads #tried to follow the btrtv formula having the intro show each girl's “base” personality #if there's any typos it's cause i had to finish the rest of this on my phone. blame my thumbs #i'm tagging the guys even though they're peripheral #kendall knight #james diamond #logan mitchell #carlos garcia

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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The Graveyard Shift (Frankie Morales x gn!reader)

Summary: Frankie works overnight shifts at the local mechanic. Tonight, both of you are awake at a late hour.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: language, food and eating, talk of not being able to sleep, otherwise fluff

A/N: this idea has been in my head all week I had to! Hope you like it :)

Frankie may be a real insomniac, but tonight you’re feeling like he might have rubbed off on you. Your bed is normally your favorite place, your haven and escape from life. It’s a place to rest and cuddle your teddy bear of a boyfriend, where you can close your eyes and let go of reality. Unfortunately, that glorious disconnect from reality isn’t finding you tonight. You toss and turn in your bed for what feels like hours. Who knows how long it really is?

You try laying on your side. On your back. On your stomach. Legs sprawled out, with no Frankie in the bed to occupy your space. Still, nothing is comfortable. You’re cold without the blankets and hot with them on. The pillows are flat or too squishy. Nothing works.

Frankie’s on the night shift tonight, leaving your bed empty enough for you to toss and turn. Your boyfriend works as a mechanic at a local 24-hour garage, and every week or so he takes the overnight shift. It’s just part of the job. Of course, you don’t mind; he does what he has to. The only downside is the chill in your bed where Frankie’s warm body usually lies.

You try to avoid your phone, checking your alarm clock for the time rather than looking at the blue light and messing up any more chances you have at sleep. But then an hour progresses, and another, and now it’s 1:20 in the morning and sleep is nowhere to be found. You give in and check your phone, sighing.

Frankie can’t possibly be busy. The shop rarely ever gets a car after the sun sets, but it’s worth it to be the only shop in the area open at night. It means more business when someone’s in desperate need. You know he’s awake, and the odds of a car being in the shop now are slim. Maybe talking with him will help you fall asleep.

Deciding to give it a shot, you call his phone. It rings for a few moments, then continues and finally you reach his voicemail, hearing his gentle voice announcing that he’ll call you right back. You frown and set it down only for the phone to ring again. It’s him.

“Hey, babe,” Frankie’s voice speaks through the phone. He sounds tired. Well, you suppose it’s natural. It’s late at night, even if Frankie is practically nocturnal. “Sorry. My hands were covered in grease so I had to wash them before I picked up. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s good,” you inform him, your voice groggy from the lack of sleep you’ve found despite hours of lying here. “Just can’t sleep. How’s work?”

You can hear a metallic clanking as he moves some tools around. “Fine. Just a usual night shift, working on this car that’s an absolute piece of shit. Got oil all over myself.”

The thought makes you smile; Frankie’s grumpy face when something goes wrong, the sigh of exasperation as those dark blue coveralls are stained dark with the car’s oil. “Good job, babe.”

Frankie is rolling his eyes on the other end. You can tell. “Really great job, yeah. How are things at home?”

“Same here. Nothing exciting. Just… can’t sleep and missing you.”

“Missing you too. God, it’s so boring here,” he groans. “I’ll finish this car pretty damn quick then have nothing to do all night. And I’m so goddamn hungry.”

Your eyes light up with an idea and you’re silent as you ponder the idea, long enough for Frankie to be concerned. “What is it?”

“Can I come visit you?” You ask him, a grin crossing your sleepy face. Your eyes are still shut from the weight they carry right now, but your face is clearly happy. “I’ll bring food.

There’s a frown on his face; that much you know for certain. “Babe, it’s late. You should sleep.”

“Francisco, for the love of God. I’m awake right now because I can’t fall asleep. Would you mind a visitor?”

He sighs but you know you’ve won. It makes you smile even wider as you clutch a pillow to your chest. He can barely get the words out before you interrupt. “Great! What are you hungry for?”

There’s another beat of quiet as he thinks. “Let’s order a pizza.”

Late night pizza: Frankie’s biggest weakness besides you. “Perfect. You put in the order and I’ll be there soon. I love you, baby.”

“Love you too. See you then.” Frankie hangs up.

No one else will be around. You know Frankie works these late shifts alone, so you don’t bother to put on anything nicer. Pushing back the covers and bracing for the chill, you stand and slide on a pair of shoes, allowing your pajamas to suffice.

The air is cold as you leave your shared home, and at the last second you grab one of Frankie’s flannels and wrap yourself in it. The night air is chilly around you, the dark sky contrasting the bright lights as you turn on your car. Teeth chattering from the cold, and turning down the air conditioning in your car, you set out on your route to Frankie’s workplace.

There’s no one else on the road besides a spare car or two flying past, neglecting to turn off their high beams for you. It doesn’t matter; if anything, it wakes you up more. When you finally park outside of the building, you rub your eyes desperately hard in hopes of waking yourself up more. It doesn’t really work, but you pretend it does as you pocket your keys and walk inside.

“Hi, I’m here for an oil change?” You call out teasingly into the large garage, entering through an open bay.

Frankie rolls out from beneath a car on a dolley, eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “Don’t even bring that up now.” He sits up, removes his earbuds, and unsnaps the top half of his coveralls, taking off the top half and tying it around his waist. He removes his gloves and meets you halfway into the garage, kissing you softly and laughing as the brim of his hat bumps against your forehead. “Hey, cutie.”

“Hi,” you beam, kissing him once more. “You look hot in this. Very Danny Zuko.”

“Mhm, and this piece of shit is Greased Lightning,” he laughs and pats the hood of the car he was previously beneath. It’s ugly, brown in color and rusted with a grungy looking interior. “I don’t know why they don’t just scrap this thing. It’s not worth the money.”

Your arms remain wrapped around Frankie’s middle, resting your head against his shoulder as you admire the crappy car. “Honestly, I gotta agree,” you laugh and nudge his side so the two of you can move closer to a workbench. “Here.” You offer him the crappy blanket you brought to sit on. “Tell me the best place to set up.”

“Right here, really,” Frankie shrugs and unfolds the blanket, laying it down over the oil-stained concrete. “You get comfortable. I’ll go put on a clean pair of coveralls.” He kisses your head as you sit cross-legged on the blanket, pulling his flannel tighter around yourself. “And stop stealing my clothes!” He calls over his shoulder before retreating into the back.

“You know you love it!” You shout back with a laugh, leaning against the side of the beat-up car.

Out of nowhere, the radio in the shop starts playing. It’s loud, making you jump at the sound of the KISS song that starts blasting. With that, Frankie returns from the back, wearing a clean pair of blue coveralls with that embroidered Catfish patch over his heart. His curls peek out from beneath his cap, and he scratches at the scruff of his beard. “Way to scare the shit out of me!”

“Sorry,” he laughs, adjusting the volume back down from the garage control before making his way over to you. “Just thought we could use some music.”

“I guess,” you grumble, though it’s clear there’s no ill will when he sits next to you and you nuzzle into his side, sighing as he drapes his arm across your shoulders. “Didn’t have to freak me out like that though.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs and kisses your head, leaning back against the car too and letting his head fall back.

No sooner do the two of you get comfortable, nestled into each other’s arms and taking a breath of relaxation, is there a knock at the glass. It’s the pizza delivery, a guy who looks exhausted, just like most normal people would be at this hour. “Be right back.” Frankie kisses your nose and stands, groaning as his joints creak and his back pops.

“Grandpa.” You tease with a grin.

“Stuff it.”

He pays for the order, giving the delivery guy a generous tip for delivering food at this hour of night. Frankie returns with the box and you shimmy in happiness as he opens the box and the smell of the pizza wafts out of the cardboard.

Frankie pulls over a rolling dolley to set the food on, at least somewhat like a table. “Your fine dining experience, my love,” he chuckles as he sets down the box and a stack of napkins next to it. He sits across from you, once again groaning as he makes himself sit cross-legged to match you.

Taking a hold of the crust, you pull out a large slice, the cheese pulling from the center of the pizza. Sighing happily, you tear the cheese apart and pile it on top of the fully-topped pizza, complete with Frankie’s go-to order. Waiting for him and humming to the song, you finally take a bite when he does.

Both of you moan in happiness, laughing a little as each realizes that the other did the same. Once your mouthful of pizza has been swallowed, you grin at Frankie and he grins back. The shop is quiet, the dull rhythm of the oldies station playing in the background. There are no words, but there’s no need for them.

Frankie finishes his slice at about the same time as you, and your hands bump as you both reach for another piece, the one loaded with toppings. “Back off, Morales,” you laugh and swat his hand away, though your hand instantly moves for another piece.

“No, you can have it,” he says, brow furrowing as you leave the piece alone.

“It’s yours. You’re the one working; you deserve it.”

He knows you inside and out. He knows that there’s no arguing when you’ve made the decision, so he takes the piece with a loving “thank you”.

It takes hardly any time for either of you to finish the second piece. Leaning back against the car, your eyes finally shut and you sigh in relaxation. You have food, you have Frankie, and finally you’re starting to get tired. “What time is it now?”

“Late. You can sleep if you want.”

“I’m not tired,” you bluff, though your body slumps against the car, head falling to the side.

Frankie just shrugs and munches on another piece. He can’t help but smile at the sight: you’re in your pajamas and his flannel, falling asleep on the floor of the mechanic shop. He certainly never expected to see such a sight, but he grins at how cute you look like this.

By the time Frankie’s third slice is gone, you’re half-asleep, barely conscious, body holding what little tension and energy you have left. Frankie just leans back, watching you, still smiling at the sight.

He can see it happen when you finally do fall asleep. The tension in your back drifts away, your body slumping down against the car. Your face, which was scrunched in concentration of trying to stay awake, finally slips into the neutrally peaceful state of sleep.

Frankie closes the pizza box, standing and bringing it to the back. He can have some more later if he’s hungry; if not, he’ll send it home with you- later. For now, you need to rest.

His knees and back scream at him as he bends down, but Frankie squats in front of you and wakes you. “Hey, baby. You fell asleep. Come on, get on up and I’ll take you to the couch in the back.”

Your sleep-addled state doesn’t let you argue. You stand, still half-asleep, using Frankie’s hands to help you up. He wraps the clean side of the blanket around you, almost like a burrito, but leaves your legs enough room to walk. Holding onto your arm, so that you don’t trip thanks to your barely-opened eyes, he leads you to the break room in the back.

The old leather couch is beat up and worn, scratched and occasionally ripped from tools left in back pockets and too many years of careless plopping down after a long shift. Frankie makes sure your blanket is swaddled tightly around you and helps you lay down, chuckling at the burrito you make on the couch.

Frankie bends down and kisses your forehead. “I’ll be here if you need me. Just sleep now, babe.”

You murmur something in response, something that might’ve resembled words if you weren’t already fading out again.

Frankie doesn’t go too far, just across the room to the computer. He fires up the machine to check out the schedule for tomorrow, what the store needs to order more of, the usual. The thing that makes it better, maybe even enjoyable, are your soft snores from the couch behind him.

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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hoshi; vowels and veracity (m)

summary: after a blind date that makes you feel like a giddy teenager all over again, you’re forced to grow up and take a chance when you realize that special someone is your daughter’s kindergarten teacher. pairing: teacher!soonyoung x single mother!reader genre/warnings: fluffity fluff nuggets, humor, a lil bit of angst when yn panics, *steve rogers voice* language! alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap the pickle before u tickle), face sitting w/c: 5.2k a/n: i really have nothing to say about this but i’ve been thinking about going back to school all week so this manifested. enjoy a lil sexy but sweet hosh💕

“Y-you,” another giggle and the press of wet lips to the sensitive spot of your neck, “stop, Soonyoung! I’m ticklish there!”

You feel a pout imprint itself in the sweet spot between your ear and your jaw, and you sigh at the rumble of his lips against your skin, “But you taste so sweet, baby,” he croons, and you’re practically melting between the door with how much Soonyoung has pressed himself against you, all of himself.

“What if I don’t wanna stop, pretty girl?” he husks against your soft skin, whispering things in your ear that aren’t for the faint of heart. In your haste to keep a firm grip, one hand goes to his clothes and the other nips at the undercut of his midnight black hair, “what if I just open the door right now and we slip right in, and then I slip right in you?”

Your breath hitches and suddenly your core feels like a timebomb, ready to combust.

Go on a date, Joshua says. He’s a sweet guy, Joshua says. He’s a friend of Joshua’s, so you know going into this blind date that at the very least, he wasn’t a serial killer. But what Joshua failed to tell you going into this was how much Kwon Soonyoung packed and how much of a temptor in disguise he is.

“I really would love to invite you in,” it looks like it pains Soonyoung to admit this, as he presses his forehead to yours and the edge of his fingers dig into your crushed emerald velvet number, “but tomorrow’s the first day of work and I am not emotionally prepared. But, I do want to see you again. I had a great time.”

The previous mood melting into the night sky, you reluctantly let go of the lapels of his tweed blazer. Unable to suppress your crestfallen smile you nod, “That’s fine,” you reply, inching away from him to send him a pointed look, “I wouldn’t have gone inside anyway. I don’t put out on the first date,” you cross your arms in an attempt to feign nonchalance.

Which isn’t a lie, although if Soonyoung had asked you two minutes ago to come inside for a cup of tea, you wouldn’t have argued. He is just that tempting. Said date raises an eyebrow in response, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear at the defiance in your eyes. “Oh?” he echoes, “then what date do you put out?”

“Date seven.”

“Lucky seven,” he grins, “so if we go on a date every day this week by Friday we should be good to go. How do you feel about steak?”

You slap his shoulder in his response, and the giggle that erupts from his lips in response has you feeling dizzy and giddy with excitement. Soonyoung has you feeling like a college freshman all over again, floating like Cloud 9 and drunk in anticipation. You peck one, two more kisses on his lips. He tastes like the peach champagne you shared and his own scent as he pulls you in for a much longer, much hotter kiss.

“Good luck on your first day,” you mumble against his lips, vaguely remembering that he’s a teacher in a school nearby.

“Mm, text me when you get home,” and with a final kiss to your forehead he unlocks his door, leaving you warm and full of heart-eyes on his front porch.

The walk home, more like float home, has you feeling all parts exhausted and hopeful for the days to come. For the first time in a long time you feel young and unbridled, thrumming with excitement. Now you’re just playing with your phone, waiting to exchange goodnight texts.

“Nari’s asleep,” when you walk into your shared apartment, you spot a sleepy Seungkwan on his laptop and sprawled across your couch. “How was it?”

“It was reealllly nice,” you’re still a little wine tipsy, drunk on the taste of Merlot and a certain someone’s kisses, “he was really sweet, and surprisingly sexy.”

“Did you get dicked down?” Seungkwan asks only the most important questions.

You scoff, flopping down on the couch next to him, “As if, we have work in the morning.”

“Speaking of work, are you sure you’re not able to drop off Nari to school tomorrow? It’s her first day of kindergarten.”

“I can’t,” saying it feels absolutely awful, but a single mother has to work extra hard to keep her and her daughter happy.

“It’s fine,” Seungkwan easily waves you off and runs a hand through his fluffy auburn hair, “her favorite Uncle is there, anyway.”

“Hey,” you lightly punch his arm, “I’ve already talked Nari through it. I’m cooking a big breakfast tomorrow—chocolate chip pancakes, duh, and taking a million pictures before we have to part ways. I packed a little Kit-Kat for her lunch with a sweet note. When I come back in time for dinner I promised her pizza from her favorite parlor and she can tell me everything about her day.”

“So, you’re bribing her with food.”

“Sue me, it’s every parent’s weak spot.”

Seungkwan stretches his arms, cradling you between his chest. You sigh into his clean linen scent, feeling sleepy. “Yeah, I’ve bribed her with my Switch once or twice,” he admits softly, eyes also drooping, “but you’re a great mother regardless. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Kwannie,” you sigh, feeling more at ease.

Nari is the light of you and Seungkwan’s life. Five years ago, you promised yourself that if you were more than financially stable and still sick with baby fever, you would adopt. You didn’t want to find a romantic partner for the sole purpose of having a child, you could easily do that on your own. And that you did, you researched and visited foster homes off in the countryside.

In a little town off the coast of the shore was where you met Nari, only six months old and full with cherub cheeks and eyes that sparkled like the moon and stars. You fell in love with her instantly. Fast forward five years later and she’s the reason you wake up every morning and work hard every day. Seungkwan being your best friend, also wanted rights as the godfather and therefore is also part of your perfect family picture.

You and Seungkwan sleep warmly tonight, both excited to share yet another year of Nari’s milestones.

“And then Mr. Kwon said I was an ‘ace’ with my vowels!” Nari has a string of cheese hanging from her chin, and you don’t bat an eye as you reach to pat it away with a napkin.

“I wouldn’t expect any less, baby,” you coo, carding a hand through her hair so her bangs don’t get caught in her meal, “remember when mommy and Uncle Kwannie taught you the vowels this summer? We sang that song.”

“Yes! I sang the same song and showed everyone how ‘ta do it,” your heart is swelling with pride, and you fight the urge to tear up because Seungkwan’s already showing signs of waterworks from his side of the table, “I read a book Mr. Kwon gave me today and he said he’s so impressed I read at a Level B.”

You quirk your brows at the new jargon. You certainly don’t know what it means to be a Level B, but it makes Nari happy and that’s all that matters. Wiping the orange grease off her lips, you muse that you must get in contact with her teacher one of these days.

“What’s a Level B?” Seungkwan similarly looks stumped at the new vocabulary.

“I don’t know!” Nari shrugs, but nevertheless her teacher’s attention has her glowing.

You giggle, “I’m so happy for you, baby.”

“I’m excited to go back tomorrow, I made a new friend! His name is Jeonghan and he helped me with my numbers today. He called my bows cute.”

“Cute?” Seungkwan perks up from his stupor, “of course you’re cute, Nari. So cute that you’re too good for this Jeonghwan boy.”

“Jeonghan, Uncle Kwannie,” she pouts when Seungkwan scoffs, in favor of shoving half a slice in his mouth. She turns to you, tugging on your blazer, “Mama, can I go watch TV now? I finished my homework and I wanna see the new Ladybug and Cat Noir!”

“Of course,” you pull away her plate, gesturing for her to go to the living room.

“Thank you mama,” and she’s bouncing off her seat, pushing her chair in and off to watch Miraculous Ladybug.

You sigh, “They grow up so fast.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widen at your age-old phrase, the words reminding him oddly of his parents when they used to talk down to him. “And here we are, aging twice as fast,” Seungkwan bemoans, already starting to feel the greasy food settle in his stomach. “We used to eat a whole pie! We could eat absolute garbage back in college and here I am weak at two slices—oh my god, am I having a ‘back in my day’ moment? We need to go out. I need to go out. I’ve been practicing consonants and vowels all day. I need a boyfriend,” he playfully narrows his eyes at you, “I need a boyfriend like yours, sweet and sexy.”

“Sorry,” you stick out your tongue, “but he’s mine.”

Perfect timing, Soonyoung’s name pops up on your phone. You two have been texting sporadically throughout the day, making plans for your next date. The two of you are going to watch a drive-in movie, a situation that screams teenage-back-of-the-truck-sex but the movie is a much anticipated favorite of yours and you genuinely want to watch it.

Soonyoung is full of humor and laughs, getting you to smile and relax at the right times during work and always manages to keep you on your toes whenever he says something flirtatious.

“Are you gonna introduce him to Nari?”

You stop typing, and look up towards your beautiful little girl in the living room. Her hair is out of her pigtails, drooping tiredly like she is. Her cheek is pressed against her favorite plush cat, fighting for consciousness because she’s waiting for Marinette to save the day. Your heart swells with affection.

“Dunno,” you shrug, trying not to think too hard about it, “we’re not that serious right now.”

You’re absolutely winded. You finished work early today, due to the fact that came in early so you could clock out and pick Nari up from school. Despite the fact that Nari says it’s okay for you not to pick her up, you can’t allow it and you want to be the one who she runs into when she comes out the door.

“Who do you think she’s gonna hug first?” Seungkwan’s elbowing you, baiting you. “Because this morning she gave me a hug and three kisses before I dropped her off.”

“Three?” you seethe in annoyance, “three kisses is our thing! Two on the cheek and one on the forehead!”

The two of you slowly steep together, waiting for the colorful blue door to the kindergarten area to file out. The heel of your shoes are digging into the grass, probably making a needle-like indentation in the dirt as you struggle not to seep into the lawn. You feel like you’re going to flop on your heels, wishing you could go run back into the car and find your flip-flops from last month’s beach trip. But before you could debate on the run the bell rings, and you’re on livewire when you see the students start to file out.

Your smile grows ten-fold when you see Nari’s jaw drop in surprise, seeing you waiting for her. She fists whatever is in her hands in surprise, breaking into the cutest smile as she screams, “mama!”

And you’re ready to hold your arms out and throw her around in circles, until you see who follows right behind her.

Kwon Soonyoung is Nari’s kindergarten teacher. Kwon Soonyoung with his hair down and untextured, wearing a mint polo and looking nothing like the date you had the other night. He looks absolutely soft and so, you are weak.

Kwon Soonyoung, the sexy deviant who sends you questionable texts and sends you funny puppy videos, is staring right at you and utterly confused when Nari rams straight into your hip.

Momentarily distracted, you pepper your pretty daughter in kisses (all three of them, two cheeks and one forehead) and tell her how much you’ve missed her. Clearly she doesn’t miss you as much, as she’s waving around a picture she drew during playtime, one of her and Jeonghan in the sandbox.

“Really, Nari,” Seungkwan mutters under his breath, shamelessly vocalizing his opinion on a five-year old, “can’t you choose a different friend?”

“Seungkwan!” you chide, but he pointedly annoys you when Nari finally enters Seungkwan’s embrace. He takes extra time to cuddle her, obviously jealous that another boy has taken refuge in your little Nari’s heart.

The moment is so sweet and simple you have no choice but to revel in it and take out your phone to snap a photo.

“Mama!” she pops her head off of Seungkwan’s shoulder, “come meet Mr. Kwon!”

And she’s tugging your hand, only you’re much stronger and you stay firmly planted on the grass. Heck, you even sacrifice your shoes by digging your heels in for extra measure.Your eyes widen in panic, but Nari doesn’t notice because she’s paving a path of dirt with her lime green light-up sneakers, trying to get you to move. You nearly forgot your latest tryst is your daughter’s teacher, and you never told him you have a kid.

But within seconds, there’s an audible slam and the three of you are shattered from your bubble. Turning to the noise the heavy navy door is now locked shut, all the students dismissed for the day. The crowd is gone. Soonyoung is gone.

Seungkwan’s eyes dart between the closed door and you, the pieces clicking. His mouth forms a little ‘o’ and he nods in understanding. “He thinks I’m your baby daddy.”

The two of you point out each other like the Spiderman meme. “He thinks you’re my baby daddy,” you echo, horror marrying your face.

“Mama? What’s a baby daddy?”

“Shh, Nari—” he picks up Nari in one swoop, mouthing a go to you as he leads her to the car.

All alone on the grass, you panic as you watch your family grow smaller and smaller as they enter the parking lot. Soonyoung’s just behind that door, right? Looking left and right to assure no one is going to think you’re being that parent and harassing the teacher within the first week of school, you bound up the steps to knock on the door. Your knocks clang heavily, echoing against the building.

Ten seconds pass. Nothing.

You deflate, pulling out your phone to shoot Soonyoung a quick text.

You: hey, can you come out for a bit so i can explain? Please

A minute passes. He leaves you on read. Defeated, you slump against the door. This day is really a whirlwind on your mental state. All you wanted today was some extra time off work, Nari’s three kisses, and maybe a goodnight text from Soonyoung if you were lucky.

The door suddenly flips open, and you’re braced against someone’s hands.

“Whoa, you okay?”

Your face crumples in relief when it’s Soonyoung that’s come out to respond to you. He’s bracing your weight by holding your arms between his hands, although keeping a respectable distance between the upper half of your bodies. It makes you a little upset, but you understand. Once you’re stable, he lets you go and leans away from you.

“Why are you waiting out here?” he asks pointedly, looking at you up and down. You seem terribly overdressed in your coral pinstripe suit, mismatching with Soonyoung’s apple sauce stains.

“Why do you think I’m waiting out here?”

“And if I close the door again?” he retorts suddenly.

“Then I’ll follow you home.”

A beat passes, whatever expression he conveys on his face is practiced and primed. You have a terrible time trying to decipher his blankness. Working with kids probably does that to an adult. “Come in,” he says neutrally, and you wordlessly follow him into his classroom.

The room is decorated beautifully, with rainbows and glitter. It’s also surprisingly organized, all the crayons in place and the play area free of stray toys. Your eyes instantly search for Nari’s desk, and a small smile fits on your face as you trace her handmade name tag.

“Normally, I don’t let parents in my room until it’s Back to School Night,” Soonyoung says, leaning against his desk. It makes you terribly nervous, knowing the ball is in your court and he’s waiting for you to make a move. His carefree, easy going nature is nowhere to be found, and all you see is walls and a mean poker face. He pulls up the sleeves of his polo, exposing pale, strong arms. Your mouth waters a little (you can’t help it!) and you immediately reach for a bottle of water in your purse. “So, what is it you have to say?”

“Seungkwan’s not my baby daddy,” you blurt, and you immediately blanch when Soonyoung’s eyes widen. “Wow uh. I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“But you did say it like that,” Soonyoung replies slowly, “no child just doesn’t give three kisses to someone who isn’t their father.”

“I only called him my baby daddy because he said it first,” you grumble, almost childishly, “and Nari’s a baby, of course she’s going to give three kisses to anyone that feeds her and coddles her.”

“It sounds like an excuse.”

“It sounds like I’m freaking out because you keep talking back and forth like this!” you cry, slapping your hands against your thigh. You don’t have to look in a mirror to know that you’re quickly getting annoyed, your face morphing into a shade of embarrassment. You can’t tell if this is amusing him or this is a real interrogation. “Let me explain, Soonyoung!”

He says your name slowly, deliberately. And then, “do you want to take a break in the Calm Down Corner?”

“The—the what?” Soonyoung’s eyes flicker to a corner at the far end of the room. The radiator is decorated in a sky blue wallpaper, and there’s a yoga mat on the floor. There are chairs next to a desk filled with coloring pages, decorated with fairy lights. Filling three of the chairs are various stuffed animals, a tiger, a cat, and a panda, all dressed as doctors. It’s a child’s therapy corner. “You gotta be kidding me.”

He raises a brow, and—is that a smile on his lips? “Then explain, why are you here?”

“Because I think I really like you,” you confess, frustration melting away to reveal the uneasy upturn on your lips. You lied when Seungkwan asked if you would ever consider introducing Soonyoung to Nari. In a different world, you would’ve loved to take the time to take Nari to the museum and introduce Soonyoung there. They’d definitely bond over their love for tigers. “Seungkwan is my best friend, and helps me take care of Nari. I adopted her five years ago.”

Something softens in Soonyoung’s eyes, and the air feels much more relaxed. But his dark brows remain knit together, and he looks at you with confused eyes. “Then if you like me so much, why didn’t you tell me you had a daughter?”

“Because kids can be deal breakers,” you admit, and the colorful classroom feels smaller as you hug yourself. “I just, wanted you to like me first.”

It’s the primary reason why it’s taken you so long to date. Sure, there’d be a fling here and there, but nothing that feels as tangible as Soonyoung is. You’re not old enough to find a partner that wouldn’t blink at the sign of children, yet you’re still at that weird age threshold where a partner could immediately run for the hills at the mention of one. Nothing will top Nari, she’s number one in your heart, but the small selfish part wanted you to put the focus on yourself for just one night.

“You don’t have to hide, I want every part of your life no matter how long we have,” he assures you gently, firmly without an ounce of regret. Soonyoung opens his arms, and you cry in relief when you get to collapse in the scent of his cologne. You tuck your head in the crook of his neck, slightly sweaty from whatever activities he needs to do with the kids, but you don’t mind. His voice is quiet, melting in your ears, “and I really like you too. I really like Nari as well, she’s a great kid.”

“She is, isn’t she?”

You two pull away, and he swipes a thumb under your eyes in case some tears manage to escape. “So, Friday? Movie?”

“It’s a date.”

“Where’s Nari?” the question is huffed against your breath as you’re pressed between your freshly washed bedspread and Soonyoung’s body. He takes care in making sure the zipper of your delicate dress doesn’t get caught in the rush, easily slipping your dress off and throwing it on your desk chair.

“At Seungkwan’s, why?”

His cheshire cat eyes glow under the moonlight, positively devious. “It’s date seven,” he announces sweetly. His gaze betrays his saccarine reply, a look that only tells you that Soonyoung plans to fuck you five ways to Sunday, and you’ll gladly let him.

You sit up on your elbows, enjoying the show as Soonyoung quickly sheds his clothing. It’s ungraceful, exciting. Tonight was a simple carnival date, easily making you feel like a giddy college student all over again. Soonyoung won you five Pokemon keychains today, you could put a whole party on your hand.

“It’s actually date six,” you tease, tilting your head as his pants finally come off, revealing black boxer briefs that snug deliciously around the waist.

“Oh, okay,” he looks at you like you’ve spoken God’s word, reaching to pick up his shirt, “so you don’t want my dick fucking you raw tonight? Okay, I see how it is,” he pretends to put on his clothing, jabbing a thumb out the door.

You have the audacity to giggle, pulling him over by the waistband, “Come here so I can make an exception.”

You don’t know what it is that makes you want you want to give everything to this man. Heck, five years ago you didn’t even want a man as an excuse to have kids. But as he nudges you in all the right places and places you on top of him, you know this man will treat you like an absolute treasure. Every kiss is laced with smiles and sweetness, filled with vigor and vivacity that fills you up and leaves you afloat.

He takes care of you first, unwilling to let you budge as he places your core over his face. He makes quick, but effective use of his tongue and fingers, making sure you’re nice and sensitive for his future plans. You’re practically throbbing with pleasure, vibrating from every cell of your body. Within minutes he’s glistening in your arousal, and he pulls you down so you’re lined up with his crotch. It’s involuntary when you pulse against his member, your body shamefully alerting you that it’s desperate with need, and the remedy is right under you.

Soonyoung looks more satisfied than you, eager to please you. Without warning, he stuffs two fingers in your mouth, “You pretty, pretty girl,” you are keen at the attention, your body is glowing a radiant rose.

Your tongue rolls against his fingers, sticky and tasting of your arousal. Tilting your hips up you let Soonyoung pull his member out, lining it against your entrance. Feeling the soft tip brush against your delicate folds, you moan against his mouth. With a little ‘pop’ he releases you, lips shiny and parted.

“I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of hit-it-n’quit-it kind of guy,” he noses the sensitive spot of your jawline, which distracts you momentarily when the plush tip nudges your folds, coaxing you to unite. “Because after tonight, I’m definitely keeping you. Forever.”

The reply that dances on your tongue is overtaken by your whines when Soonyoung slips in fully, forcing your body to clench tightly against his. You take him, all of him. You feel wet and sticky and hot and swollen with affection as Soonyoung praises you for taking him so well. His pace is firm and passionate, short nails digging deliciously into your hips for leverage as he makes sure to fill you to the brim.

He’s right, tonight is far from being a means to an end. You feel like you can have nights like this the rest of your life. And when the both of you finish and you’re pulling the covers over one another, you finally manage to grasp the reply that was nearly forgotten.

Pressing a kiss to his jaw you whisper, “I’m keeping you, too.”

“So, how long can we keep this a secret for?”

“Ideally? Ten months. Realistically, I’d say Christmas.”

“Why Christmas?”

“Because I know you’re going to be dying to get Nari a Christmas present.”

Soonyoung props his elbow on the pillow, looking at you petulantly. “I could say it’s a good behavior reward. She’s been racking up those gold stars during morning meetings, babe. She’s not even trying.”

“That’s my girl,” you coo, rolling over to lean your head on his chest. Light has long flooded into your apartment, seeping through your curtains and reflecting on your white duvet. Soonyoung looks absolutely fluffy and well rested, and you can’t help but reach to pat down the ebony bird’s nest atop his head.

The two of you lay like that for a little bit, playing with each other’s cold feet under the covers and relishing under the touch of bare skin to bare skin. You remind yourself that you need to take Joshua out to dinner one of these days, as he managed the inevitable and set you up with an amazing partner.

“Breakfast?” Soonyoung pops the question easily, “let’s get steak.”

“Steak isn’t eaten for breakfast.”

“Then can I eat you for breakfast?”

You snort, hiding under the covers while Soonyoung attempts to tickle you. The whole act in itself feels wholly innocent despite the fact that you’re both naked and smell like sweat and sex. Just as you feel Soonyoung’s head dip under the covers to meet you at your chest, the door swings open.

“Mama!”

The previously warm room feels like wickedly sharp ice, freezing you to your spot as you clutch the covers closer to your chest. “Baby!” you cry exasperatedly, flinching when she throws all her weight on you. She’s still in her ladybug pajamas from last night, hair falling out of her braid.

She lifts her head from your breast to give you an adorable one-toothed grin. You try your best to maintain eye-contact, but Nari has impeccable vision. Her grin evolves into a full-on beam when she finds your bed partner.

“Mr. Kwon!” she’s squealing, clamoring over your lap. You do a double-take when you see Soonyoung sitting next to you, wearing a t-shirt. Where on earth did he get that?

Soonyoung’s eyes reduce to crescents at his (secretly) favorite student. “Good morning, Nari-ah. Had a fun time at your Uncle’s house?”

“Nari,” you force your daughter down to stand on the hardwood, giving her a stern look, “give Mr. Kwon some space, it’s really early and it’s the weekend.”

Knitting her brows together, she looks between the two of you, “But you two don’t have any space.”

You wince at her perception, and nudge yourself away so you’re pressed against your nightstand. The oakwood corner digs painfully into your back.

“We were haviång a very special parent meeting,” you fight the urge to cry when Soonyoung turns on his teacher's voice, sending your daughter a very convincing smile. You watch as your daughter’s eyes go wide, probably feeling very special that her teacher came all the way to her house to have a meeting. “You’ve been doing so well during the read-alouds that I had to tell your mama in person!”

“I told you mama!” Nari juts out her chest, and you lean over to kiss the crown of her head. “But Mr. Kwon, why are you having it in mama’s room?”

“Her room is the warmest!” he says like it’s the most obvious thing, his and Nari’s eyes widening simultaneously as he gestures to the open window. “The sun travels directly into your bedroom in the morning, and those rays send heat—”

“Mr. Kwon,” your voice is as steady as it can be, and you frown when Soonyoung wiggles his brows. You already know he’s thinking of three separate ways you can use the term Mr. Kwon in private, but you’re not having any of that, “shouldn’t we uh, wrap up this… meeting?”

“I wanna stay,” Nari glowers, obviously nosy as to what you two are talking about.

“I know baby. We just gotta finish up the meeting, okay? Can you—” you cut yourself off when Seungkwan finally decides to make his appearance, eyes wide at commotion he’s created. He’s in matching pajamas, ridiculously red as he bends down to scoop up Nari. Absolutely sweating and as red as his clothes, his eyes dart between the two of you. You could care less that Seungkwan’s eyes have bags under their bags, and was probably too tired to catch her when she ran inside the house. No, Seungkwan doesn’t deserve the title of godfather anymore.

“Nari! You can’t interrupt teacher meetings,” Seungkwan pretends to scold, and Nari turns her head so she can hide in her Uncle’s shoulder.

Knowing that Nari can’t see a thing, you mouth a very explicit I will kill you to your best friend, and he immediately mouths an apology to the both of you as he ushers himself out the door. You wait ten seconds for your daughter to be out of ear shot, before dropping the blanket from your neck and throwing yourself against the pillows.

But Soonyoung’s chuckling, pressing a litany of kisses all over your bare body in an attempt to comfort you. Instead of reveling in his lazy morning touch, you want to disappear between the sheets, never to be seen. What will the PTO moms say when they find out? How will you stop Nari from telling Jeonghan, and therefore Jeonghan telling the entire kindergarten population? Why isn’t Soonyoung freaking out about this? Instead, he favors to taste your body, in between kisses muttering something about it being kismet that Nari so happened to see right as you were discussing the secrecy of your relationship. Ten years from now, your daughter will be horrified when she realizes that no, teachers don’t normally give housecalls in your mother’s bed.

Your boyfriend pinches your thigh, regarding you with mirth in his eyes.

“So, that means I can buy her a Christmas present now, right?”

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kuroos-moon · 4 years ago

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Meeting Their Parents

Request by: @lalisbitch ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Pairing: Oikawa x reader, Kuroo x reader, Noya x reader

Warning/s: swearing and suggestive themes for Kuroo because he’s a little shit sometimes but we love him of course

Oikawa Toru

➪ he doesn’t show it but he’s really lowkey panicking inside yknow

➪ not once in his life had he brought a girl home for his parents to meet, so he’s going to be nervous about it despite knowing it’d turn out fine

➪ it’s the realest thing he’s done for his partner, it was like sealing an invisible seal that he’d cling to you for as long as time would allow just because you’ve gone to this stage

➪ “Toru, what if they don’t like me?” You say, staring up at him as the both of you stood outside his house

➪ “They will, they loved you ever since you started having me listen about overworking and all that,” he smiles reassuringly

➪ right, his parents love you, what was he so anxious about again?

➪ THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THIS HAPPENED. YOU SET THE FUCKBOY STRAIGHT AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT.

➪ SHALL HE START THINKING ABOUT MARRIAGE? WAS THIS TOO SOON?

➪ “You’re not very convincing you know,” you give him a pointed look as you squeeze his hand in yours, referring to his sweaty palms

➪ but it actually turns out alright for both of you, his parents adored you and you easily made conversation especially with his mom

➪ also, he forgot all worries in the first place ever since you set foot inside, seeing his mom hug you like you’d be the perfect daughter-in-law

➪ “Itadakimasu!” the four of you say in unison as you all dig in your dinner, which was quite extravagant at that

➪ “This is really a lot, but thanks” you politely say as literally all of the Oikawas put as much food as they can on your plate

➪ “You guys are overdoing it a little,” he frowns at his parents and they give him a chuckle

➪ cue your eye roll as your boyfriend puts another spring roll on your plate as if he wasn’t feeding you enough

➪ "This kid is just so hard-headed sometimes that I randomly smack his head when I recall all the headaches he gave me,” his father tuts

➪ you’re now in their living room, all of you casually sitting on the floor as you ate ice cream

➪ “I KNOOWW,” you totally vibe with his dad and Toru doesn’t even know if he loves it or not, the both of you going against him. “He’s very childish too! I just cover my ears sometimes when he’s whining!”

➪ His parents burst out laughing but your said boyfriend whom you just stated to be childish wasn’t pleased okay maybe a bit, he just really loves the mood you brought in his home

➪ He gives you a scowl, taking a spoon from your ice cream and sticking out his tongue at you when you glare at him

➪ “See? Childish,” you sigh, and his parents were more than happy to agree with you on that one

➪ The night wrapped up by about ten pm and his parents apologized profusely for keeping you so late but you assured them you had so much fun

➪ “So? How was it y/n-chan?” He smiles down warmly at you as he walked you home

➪ “They’re really lovely,” you grin up at him, “I can see why you were raised quite well, minus the... you know, Toruness,” you shrug

➪ “You mean you could see why you fell for me?” He jokes, his hand leaving yours so that he could wrap his arm around your shoulders

➪ he may or may not have grabbed your chin, tilting your face upwards to kiss you because he’s been keeping all his emotions at bay for hours

Kuroo Tetsuro

➪ confident as HELL

➪ so SO confident that he didn’t warn you beforehand

➪ no, no, he didn’t feel the need to do so even though you were wearing his shirt from the night before and your lazy pajamas

➪ not to mention your disheveled hair?!!!

➪ “Ohayo,” he breathes out, pressing a kiss on your forehead as you started waking up from your sleep

➪ With a yawn, you ask, “what time is it?”

➪ “It’s time to have breakfast, c’mon, get up,” he grins, planting a kiss at the base of your neck when you groan

➪ “I’ll wait outside, you better not take long,” he says with a knowing look, it wasn’t a threat but you knew it wasn’t empty either

➪ your boyfriend and his infinite sex drive, you thought as you shake your head

➪ you lazily get up and follow him outside, rubbing your eyes, you say, “Tetsu, we didn’t get to study last night because of your antics so let’s sta-” utter silence.

➪ are you dreaming or are you dreaming

➪ you might just die on the spot, with no mistake, his parents were on the dining table with Kuroo

➪ THE SAID KUROO, was only grinning on his seat as he looked at you

➪ Face flustered and red, you immediately bow to them and apologize

➪ WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE WEARING HIS SHIRT

➪ “Oh, don’t be so polite, c’mon dear sit beside Tetsuro,” his mom waves you off with a smile as his father chuckles at you

➪ “I’m really sorry,” you say again as you took your seat beside your boyfriend lmao you’re about to dump his ass while stepping on his foot

➪ it didn’t faze him one bit, his smug grin only grew wider as he enjoyed every second of your flustered state

➪ but you easily forget how tense you were at first, his parents are really outgoing and his dad was especially funny

➪ he knew all along how it was going to pan out thus his confidence and dick move of not telling you ahead

➪ “I’m really sorry again for intruding, Tetsu told me we’d be the only ones here,” you say again, subtly elbowing him from beside you

➪ “You didn’t tell her?” His mom hisses but his dad merely looked at his son proudly

➪ “It will save me from all her panicking anyway,” he shrugs before looking down to meet your death glare with surprisingly loving eyes

➪ “Plus, did you see the look on her face?” HE WHEEZES, the audacity of this man, you were so sure he was going to say something nice

➪ shortly after breakfast though his parents left for work, and you were both alone in the house again

➪ sulking the entire time, shrugging off his hugs and pushing him away every time he leans in for a kiss

➪ “Kitten, I said I was sorry,” he apologizes again, a small smile on his lips which only made you scoff

➪ “Then act like it you asshole,” you bite back, turning away from him on his bed and stealing the covers all for yourself

➪ “Asshole?” He mocks your words tauntingly

➪ “you’re getting too bratty don’t you think little girl?” he says, and you could only imagine the sadistic grin he had on as his breath fanned right against the back of your neck

➪ Let’s just say you both relived the night before, if not longer

Nishinoya Yu

➪ one word, three syllables

➪ BAR!!BE!!CUE!!

➪ he had just picked you up from your house, dropping in for a few minutes to chat with your parents about how he’s been because they’re all over him tbh

➪ the two of you were just so opposite, you being so shy and quiet and Noya being so loud and bold, they could only want him for a son

➪ so here you both are, on your way to his place because you were gonna have a barbecue out his lawn

➪ you’re clearly nervous and you’re about to cancel the whole thing, you’re just really shy and all that

➪ your boyfriend on the other hand was the most energetic kid you’ve seen him been, grinning at you when you get close to his house

➪ “Yu, take me home,” you gulp, stopping on your tracks

➪ he stops to look at you before literally jumping towards you to give you a hug, basically almost tackling you to the floor

➪ “Yuuu,” you whine, but hold him in your arms too nonetheless

➪ he laughs at you, knowing you weren’t at all annoyed by him, he just wishes he’d rub off on you with his carefree personality

➪ “Y/n darling what’s there to worry about?” He playfully says, pulling away

➪ Noya’s not one for pet names so that ultimately made you blush

➪ “I know you feel nervouse y/n, just squeeze my hand tighter if it’s too much and I’ll get them to talk to me instead,” he gives you a warm smile

➪ but not once did you do as he said, because you loved it, you actually enjoyed his parents’ company and had completely let go of your shyness

➪ they were really kind, and like Noya, they were people who liked to laugh out loud and had the warmest eyes that made you feel at home too

➪ “It’s not so bad, is it?” he says low enough so that only you two could hear, and you nod back at him with a smile

➪ he looks proudly at you, though you don’t notice since you were eating

➪ but it was all too clear to his parents, their son was so whipped and beyond saving with you

➪ “Do you want more soda?” He asks, about to grab your empty glass before his parents beat him to it

➪ “I’ll get it for you dear,” his mom says at you and you say a quick thank you

➪ “We’re about to slice some watermelons so we’ll be back with some good stuff,” his father calls, patting both of your heads in adoration before walking away too

➪ “Yu,” you say, looking at him as he chomped on his meat

➪ He looks back at you, grease tactlessly around the corners of his mouth and meat sticking out from his lips

➪ “Thanks for today,” you smile, bringing the hand that was holding yours the whole time up your lips

➪ he awaits your actions with wide eyes and anticipation

➪ AND YOU KISS HIS HAND, YOUR LIPS ARE TOO SOFT

➪ he completely melts, error 404, noya not found

➪ HE JUST KNOWS YOU WERE GOING TO KISS HIS LIPS IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE FOOD IN HIS MOUTH

➪ sad noya noises

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gutsygay · 4 years ago

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Stuffing Story: “Daniel Gets His Fill”

Hieee 👋presenting my first kink fiction story, just a couple college guys getting stuffed.

Features stuffing, overeating, tummy rumbles, burps, and tummy rubs.

SOOOO um hope y’all like it 👉👈🥺

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“And that about wraps it up for today! Don’t forget chapter four homework due Monday.” the professor said, dismissing the class.

Daniel grinned, hopped from his seat and headed toward the lecture hall door. He was an active type, and hated to sit still for long periods. As he waited for the crowd of his classmates to shuffle through the door ahead of him, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the nearby glass bookcase. He was average height, with tan skin, broad shoulders and large thighs. He was muscular and lean, save for a bit of a belly protruding from the very bottom of his abdomen, which he could never quite seem to work off, or even to tuck away completely when he wanted to hide his pudge.

Daniel didn’t care though. His main passions were eating, and working it off with strenuous exercise. His energy seemed boundless, but none more than his appetite was bottomless. At the time he wanted nothing more than a full rack of ribs and some buffalo wings. But at the same time he already had energy to expend as well. He wavered about how he’d spend the afternoon when his friend Nick called to him from across the hall, settling his silent debate.

“Yo Danny! We hitting the gym or what?” Nick said with a toothy grin.

“Sure, bro.” Daniel replied. “Leg day today, right?”

“Think so.”

“Sweet. I’ll meet you downstairs in five.” Daniel said, and headed to his car.

He grabbed his athletic clothes. He smiled to himself in anticipation of the coming activity. Soon they’d squat, lunge, press and strain their legs until they were nearly too sore to walk. He turned his thigh to the mirror he’d mounted on the inside of his locker door. His quads were already looking huge - they were getting that chiseled teardrop shape as well. As he lifted his shirt for a better view, he felt a sudden rumbling from down below. It had been nearly four hours since lunch - which was never enough for Daniel in the first place - and he was filled with nearly child-like excitement for what was to come. He thought of his favorite part of lifting - gorging himself afterward. Such a strenuous, calorie-intensive session as leg day meant he could pack it in with no shame.

He arrived at the basement gym, which was open to all resident students, but was surprisingly empty at the time. Nick was already at the squat rack - he had already set them up with a soul-crushing 315 pound squat rack.

“Alright then.” Daniel said, pumped. “Let’s hit it.”

And so they did. They grunted their way through 5 sets of squats, followed by lunges and leg presses. Then Daniel did some calf raises in the squat rack, his belly jiggling every time he descended. Some of it slipped out from under his shirt occasionally, and glistened with sweat. Daniel just rolled his eyes and tucked it back in.

When they finished, Nick lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat, exposing his ab muscles. Nick looked at Daniel’s partially exposed abdominal region and smirked. “You can never seem to lose that chubby little gut, can you?” he said, poking Daniel’s flab, which was still beaded with sweat. “Nah, don’t have the willpower I guess. But I don’t care. Let’s go eat.” Daniel said.

“Sure, maybe just a salad, Danny? If you - “

Nick was cut off by a deep audible growl from Daniel’s belly. Daniel squeezed it with both hands and looked up at Nick.

“Uh, okay bro, how does Wendy’s sound?” Nick said, silenced by Daniel’s rumblings.

“I’m not feeling it. Let’s hit that new buffet instead.” Daniel said, already headed for the door. Nick followed, knowing his friend was now less of a freshman undergrad and more of a beast in search of prey.

They showered down, got back into school clothes and jumped into Daniel’s car. Daniel usually offered Nick a ride back to his apartment whenever he needed it after their afternoon lifting sessions. They headed a few blocks away from the main campus building, towards a new all-you-can-eat buffet. Daniel’s hungry stomach continued to growl louder, but he simply turned up the car stereo to drown it out.

After what seemed like an eternity, Daniel and Nick pulled into the buffet. They walked in and the greeter happily showed them a booth, but the restaurant owner behind her pursed his lips upon seeing Daniel and Nick, visibly ravenous. They had already twice visited the fairly-new establishment. This kid’s gonna drive me out of business, he thought to himself. That orifice must eat his weight in food once a week.

They claimed their booth seats, and beelined to the buffet area. Daniel grabbed a plate and loaded it with buffalo wings (honey barbecue AND blue cheese), meat loaf, a bacon cheeseburger, quesadillas and a pepperoni calzone. The plate must’ve weighed nearly a pound, and Daniel was practically drooling on the way back to the table.

“Jeez, got enough there, bro?” Nick asked as they sat down, but Daniel was already stuffing his face.

“Nnnf, mm!” Daniel forced a reply.

“Never, huh?” Nick asked.

He watched as Daniel tore into the bacon cheeseburger, engulfing nearly a third of it in one bite. In well under a minute he’d downed the whole thing. Daniel grinned wordlessly at Nick while chewing the last bite, and quickly swallowed before promptly moving on to the meat loaf, followed by the chicken wings.

Jeez, does he ever slow down to breathe? Nick thought to himself. And I feel like he’s just getting started. Nick ate a few bites of his ham slices, and mac and cheese on the side. When he looked back up, Daniel’s buffalo wings had been reduced to six picked-clean bones piled up on the plate, being drenched with grease dripping from Daniel’s calzone. Nick watched as Daniel’s eyes rolled back slightly and closed with pleasure every time he swallowed. He’s enjoying it. It’s like sex on a plate to him! he thought.

Daniel finished the 3 quesadilla slices, and pressed a napkin to his mouth. And then he burped. He tried to quiet it, but his hand and the napkin did little to muffle the rumbling gas that burbled up and out of him. It lasted nearly 5 seconds in all, and Nick could even feel the vibration through the table.

“You good, dude?” Nick asked.

“Uh, ‘scuse me, heh heh.” Daniel wiped his mouth and rolled his eyes, trying and failing to play off his prior eruption.

“Damn dude, you really put that shit away.” Nick gestured to the now empty plate before him.

“What can I say? I’m hungry as fuck.”

“You mean you were hungry as fuck.”

“I dunno man, that belch freed up some room.” Daniel said, patting his stomach. His belly had always been a little large, or at least proportionally big compared to the rest of his body, but now it was visibly distended. More? How could he possibly still be hungry? Nick wondered, and watched as he purposefully strolled back to the buffet line. He had just packed away more than 3000 calories as if it were nothing. Nick couldn’t help but feel intimidated, yet drawn to Daniel’s ability to consume like some kind of alpha male.

By the end of it, Daniel had downed a second plate. And a third. And a shish-kabob. And not one, but two bowls of ice cream for dessert.

Daniel polished off the second bowl, and released another burp, not even trying to muzzle it this time. Nick sat in awe. He himself had managed two plates and a scoop of ice cream, but his dishes were nowhere near as heavily packed as Daniel’s.

“Oof, I think I’m about ready to put a cork in it, bro.” Daniel said, fiddling with his pants belt.

He stood up, revealing his overstuffed abdomen. In the past hour it had taken them to eat, it had grown from a miniscule, doughy bump to a basketball-sized food baby. They headed out to the parking lot, and Daniel lifted his shirt to give his belly a little massage. Nick couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“So that’s where you put it all.” Nick said, blank-faced, and finding himself weirdly intrigued by this bodily transformation.

Daniel turned to face Nick. He burped again, managing to muffle it into a low hiss this time, and replied, “I’m not a bottomless pit after all, haha. It’s gotta go somewhere, y’know.” He looked down at Nick, grinning, and gently patted the underside of his bloat to make it jiggle.

“Uh, yeah, heh heh.” Nick replied, watching his friend’s flab bounce.

“Hey, you want to come over and hang for a while? That anime you like came out on Netflix.” Daniel offered.

“Yeah, sure! I’d love to let it hang out with you. Er, hang out with you.” Nick said. An unexplainable chill ran through him.

They hopped back in Daniel’s car and headed off to his apartment. Nick kept glancing over toward Daniel, still in disbelief at the size of his stomach. In the intermittent illumination from passing streetlamps, he saw it bulging and spilling out in between the seat belt straps. He also saw the physique of the rest of Daniel’s body - his arms and chest were defined, and his quads were still bulging from the prior workout. His left arm was fully extended, lazily gripping the top of the steering wheel, his other resting sandwiched between his thigh and his belly flab.

When they arrived at Daniel’s apartment, they went to his couch, turned on the TV, and waited for the streaming service to connect.

“Whoof!” Daniel exhaled, as he collapsed onto the couch. He reclined in the corner with the armrest and the back cushion, and extended one hand behind his head, the other poking his abdomen again. “Heh heh, maybe I overdid it.”

“Nahhh,” Nick said absentmindedly, staring at Daniel’s gut.

“Uh, don’t you think so?” Daniel grinned, raising an eyebrow.

Nick realized what he’d responded with, and simply blushed.

“Yo, I’m about to burst, jeez.” Daniel lifted his shirt further and fumbled with his belt. “I gotta undo this, I’m dying. You’re cool with that, right?” Daniel said, popping his belt buckle open.

Nick paused, still staring, and said, “D-Do what you gotta do, man.”

Daniel’s exposed belly shone in the soft light of the television. He gripped the button of his jeans, pulled with a grunt, “Unnnh!” and popped open the waist of his pants, sinking backward into the cushions as he did so, as if overcome with relief. He pulled down his zipper, and the lower part of his abdomen spilled out, and rested upon his thighs ever so slightly. Then he lifted his belly to grab the waistband of his underwear, and tuck it downward, so that his gut now hung out completely, unrestricted. His stomach gurgled audibly. Daniel put a hand on his chest and belched loudly. Good lord, he has no shame about this at all, he’s just sprawled out, digesting and not giving a fuck. Nick thought. He’d never experienced anything quite like this before.

“Damn, ‘scuse me, heh heh. Sorry about that.” Daniel said, his abdomen continuing to rumble periodically.

“Don’t be.” Nick said quickly, unsure of why he had received such a feeling of satisfaction from someone else’s burp.

Just then, the streaming service loaded, and Daniel leaned forward to pick up the TV remote, and let out a slight groan, the sides of his belly folding into rolls as he did so. Daniel gripped the remote with both hands and said, “This dumb thing doesn’t work right, I need to get it fixed. The show won’t play unless you hold the On-Demand and Play buttons at the same time, for the first few minutes.”

Daniel reclined again and held the two buttons, extending both hands toward the TV, further exposing his belly in his lap. The theme song of the aging anime started on the screen. The catchy, angelic tune emanated from the TV, but wasn’t enough to muffle further rumbling from Daniel’s stomach.

Daniel looked down at it between his arms. “Ugh, it’s sitting in me like a rock. I really gotta burp again.”

Nick was fixated on Daniel, not paying a moment of attention to the anime on the TV. “H-heh, bet you could use a belly rub right now.”

“Ugh, you know it, bro.” Daniel replied.

Nick paused for a long while, staring at Daniel’s plump gut, resting in his lap. “You know… I guess, maybe, if you wanted to, I could rub your belly for you.”

Daniel looked over at Nick, and let out a soft chuckle.

Nick stuttered, nervous he’d made things weird. “I-I mean, uh, since your hands are full, and like-”

“Sure, bro. Come on over.” Daniel said smiling.

“Uh, seriously? I mean, okay.” Nick said warily.

“Yeah man, what else are bros for? Also I’m dying over here, I’ve never been this bloated.” Daniel reassured him, as Nick slid toward his end of the couch. “If I could get a quick massage down there that would be great.” Daniel reclined, and turned his body toward Nick slightly.

Nick rubbed his hands together to warm them, and gazed upon Daniel’s rumbling, distended tummy. In the low light from the television, he could see that it had bulged from under his ribcage, giving the top an almost triangular shape, but became sublimely rounded closer to his navel, and at the underbelly, which spilled between the zipper of his jeans and onto his thighs. There was almost no hair on his tummy, save for a light sprinkling of peach fuzz surrounding his navel, and trailing downward towards his manhood. His belly button, which Nick had earlier seen to protrude slightly outward, had all but disappeared into the newly chubbier, squishy mass of belly.

Nick hesitated to take in the sight up close. “Y-you ready?” he looked up at Daniel.

“Go ahead, bro.” Daniel replied with a smile.

Gingerly, Nick placed a hand - starting with the fingertips - atop Daniel’s belly, and he could feel the warmth and softness of his exposed skin. He placed his other hand on it as well - the fingers wrapped around the side of his belly, while the thumb lightly gripped in Daniel’s sunken navel. He slowly pressed into the soft skin until it reached a point and became firmer, the bloat caused by all the food. Nick blushed and remembered that he was giving a massage, not just feeling his friend for pleasure.

Nick began to press more firmly and move his hands in a slow, rhythmic motion surrounding Daniel’s navel.

“Like this?”

“Almost.” Daniel replied, his eyes closing in bliss.

Nick continued, pressing firmer still, and re-orienting himself on the couch to press and knead from different angles. Nick could still feel Daniel’s stomach rumbling about, working away at the mass of food. Periodically Daniel would let out a small burp, and Nick could feel the vibrations starting deep within his friend’s body, and burbling up and out. Nick wondered what kind of relief he was bringing his friend, if Daniel’s tummy was faring any better due to the massages and release of gas.

“Move your right hand down a little.” Daniel instructed. Nick slid his hand down below the navel, closer to Daniel’s left leg.

“Unh, down more. And press.” Daniel said, sounding almost desperate.

Nick obeyed, his hand now brushing against the front of Daniel’s jeans, and the waist of his underwear. He pressed harder in this lower area, under the stomach, and felt something shift, as if he’d freed up some mass deep within Daniel’s swollen gut.

“Right there, that’s it -” Daniel started, before he was cut off by a sudden, intense rumble, followed by the loudest burp Nick had ever heard. Nick’s head was positioned right near the top of Daniel’s abdominal area, and he could hear the massive expulsion of gas, and feel the tummy deflating. The burp lasted nearly a full ten seconds, and Nick looked up at Daniel, chuckling.

“Man, you feel any better after that?” he asked.

Daniel hesitated to catch his breath, “Yes, oh my God, I needed that.” he said, groaning. Daniel set down the remote, as the show was playing properly now.

At this point Nick was in acceptance that he was aroused by all this, and continued softly massaging Daniel’s gut, which was finally settled, more or less. Nick prodded experimentally around Daniel’s belly button, curious if he could help his friend release additional pressure. Daniel rewarded his friend’s work with several more burps, each bringing him blissful relief as the pressure in his gut gradually decreased. Finally, Daniel’s stomach was settled, and Nick felt the mass beginning to move downward into the lower intestines.

“Thank you, bro. That felt amazing.” Daniel said, grinning as he looked down at Nick, whose hands were still feeling his belly.

“My pleasure!” Nick replied with a toothy grin. He realized that seeing his friend stuffed, and helping him through tummy trouble, made him feel a delight he’d never experienced before. He stayed still, save for his hands, waiting for Daniel to say he’d done enough. But it seemed to Nick that his friend was just letting him stay there, his hands on his tummy, for as long as he wanted.

Eventually Nick fell asleep, his head on Daniel’s lap, and he listened to the last remaining soft gurgles from deep within his friend’s tummy as he drifted off. Daniel soon found himself nodding off as well, in an irresistible food coma, his hand resting on Nick’s back. He fell asleep, happily dreaming of tomorrow’s breakfast.

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And that’s that, hope y’all enjoyed 😅

#stuffing #overeating #gassy #gassy belly #tummy troubles #burp #tummy rub #tummy rumbles #gurgle #belly rubs #belch #gutsygay #original

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mightysteelix · 4 years ago

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Hunger - A Bleach Weight Gain Story

Yeah, another finished story. In the clichéd plot (but who reads kink stories for the plot), Grimmjow discovers the joys of fast food and being Grimmjow, goes too far with his newfound passion.

Grimmjow growled. The orange bastard had dropped him to lounge on the bed, counting the seconds while he came back. “Amuse yourself,” Ichigo had said before nudging the door close. “I’ll be home once college ends!”

“And how you propose doing that?” Grimmjow roared after him, but the strawberry ignored him and ran to catch the bus or something. Grimmjow did not care about the human world customs; it was a temporary lodging until Ichigo tired of it and came to Hueco Mundo.

At least, that was the plan. But his patience was stretched thin, and he wanted to tear the flat so that Ichigo had one reason less to stay. He barely held himself back - and the mocking mustache guy on most book covers made it worse. That face was made for being slashed.

If Grimmjow went and destroyed everything, Ichigo would only anger - onetime fury, which would not help him. Fine, no wanton destruction, no matter how much Grimmjow wanted it. How should an Arrancar enjoy this boredom?

Leaving? Grimmjow snorted. He had to stuff himself in a damn uncomfortable gigai that was tight in the wrong places and limited his powers until he was a weak human. Why would he wear it? If he left as is, one pathetic shinigami or another would chase him and waste his day with the blandest fight ever. They should send captains after him, at least!

He did not do much in the tiny apartment, either. The TV set lost its charm after a few hours of sitting; why did humans enjoy it like a bunch of brain-dead zombies? Another thing he would never understand. And reading Ichigo’s extensive collection of ‘The Canterbury Tales’ or ‘The Waste Land’? He would rather fight the weakest shinigami! (It had happened once - that fourth squad twerp, who only flailed and ran.)

What did Ichigo enjoy about this life? It was bland, long-drawn, and so secure that Grimmjow was going to be sick. Where was the excitement of fighting for one’s life? Where was the push to survive and grow stronger? How had someone like the strawberry become so powerful in such a peaceful place? In Hueco Mundo, they’d be at the top of the food chain; hell, they could kick Tier off her throne and show her the real boss!

As he thought of that, Grimmjow’s stomach rumbled. “Could have let me hunt, at least,” he murmured while patting his abs above his Hollow hole. “But no, even that would be too much.” Pluses were off-limits, per Ichigo’s orders - not that he cared about his opinion. Still, if he angered him too much, it would give him a fight - and also break whatever connection they had. He could chase a random Hollow or two, but they tasted like shit. Anything short of a Menos Grande wasn’t worth the effort.

“Damn, where did he throw it?” Ichigo wasn’t starving him. He had explained something about ordering takeout and left a number on a note, along with some paper scraps. It could not be that easy (who gave food for them), and Grimmjow would have to force himself in the gigai, but if it quelled the hunger, he would handle it.

One phone call later, the extra-large menu was on its way, and Grimmjow was forcing himself into the damned artificial body. The cursed shopkeeper must have made it uncomfortable on purpose. Grimmjow felt as if his clothes - two sizes too small - would tear apart at the first movement. Still, somehow he dragged himself to the door, picked the food, and gave the papers. He even got some metal pieces - spare change or something like that.

Fine, perhaps the living world was not completely shitty. But the food had to taste worse than the sand. It couldn’t be so easy!

Grimmjow sniffed the burger and licked his lips. It smelt delicious - but not in the way of freshly killed souls. His fangs tore an enormous chunk of the meal, and he gulped down. Then he had another bite. And another. Compared to Pluses, it was still nothing. To the rubbery butter as hell Menos Grande? A universe of difference - and all that a mere phone call away as long as he could throw some papers.

Once they ran to Hueco Mundo, Grimmjow would struggle for food once again. One never knew when they would find prey in that dark desert. So, why not let himself enjoy a chance any Hollow would kill for? He would order those extra-large menus over and over until the money ran out. Ichigo had told him to amuse himself, had he not?

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In the past few weeks, Grimmjow had realized some things. First: not hunting the food down was damn amazing. Second: human foods had more variety than the Menos. And third - most important: he had to try them.

Once the door slapped shut behind Ichigo today - “I’m coming back soon, I promise!” - Grimmjow punched the number of a pizza place. His stomach growled; he could barely stand hunger. A horrible habit for Hueco Mundo, where food was scarce. But here, where he could stuff himself after a single call - not a problem! His lips dried as he ordered all the snacks he wanted: a pizza after a pizza, heavy with toppings and sauces, plus countless bottles of soda.

“Twenty minutes!” Grimmjow roared as he slammed the phone close. “I’ll starve!” At least, it gave him enough time to force himself into the gigai. The constant junk food was a godsend for his appetite, but not his waistline. His trim body - sculpted by the harsh life - had succumbed to the calories, and now he sported a new, soft belly. If he sucked in and flexed, he could still notice the distant memory of abs. Not that it mattered. Grimmjow wanted to eat; anything else was secondary. The damned strawberry had better decide to pack his things for Hueco Mundo before Grimmjow grew even larger.

Although - an insatiable smile formed on his face - if he gained so much, he would frighten most of his enemies. Who would want to challenge a wrecking ball of an Arrancar? Grimmjow patted his belly and felt it jiggle. It was small, far from a proper gut. If he wanted to reach that size, he had to double - no, triple! - his efforts. To keep his stomach stuffed and stretched, always seeking more. To eat and eat, to be pinned under the weight of his overfilled stomach and force more greasy fries and sugary donuts in his maw. To grow unrivaled, unstoppable, gargantuan.

Grimmjow got hard. Fuck, where was the pizza? He had to stuff himself on the verge of a food coma and jerk off now!

Fine, he’d get in the gigai to pass the time.

Was the damned thing always so tight? The washboard, fake abs pressed over his newly formed flab. The pecs cramped his sightly sagging moobs. His arms and legs felt squished into sausage casings. Did the cursed shopkeeper expand those? To hell, even if he did! Grimmjow would not ask him! He’d break this one and order a bigger size!

Slowly - because at any sudden movement, the thing would split at his stomach, and Grimmjow wanted to juice as many uses as possible - he stood by the door and waited. At the set hour - roughly the same every day - Grimmjow opened, took the tower of pizzas, and threw the man his money. “Be faster next time!” Not that it mattered; next time, he would buy something else.

Finally, he left the damned gigai. And for the best, since that puny fake body would not survive longer. Grimmjow plopped on the bed and rubbed his achy belly. His fingers sank in the soft flesh.

“You’ve rested enough,” Grimmjow decided, opened the first box, and grabbed a pizza slice. The gooey, salty cheese melted on his tongue, and he forced it whole in his mouth before he could sample it better. Damn - he’d eat the second one slower for a better sense. Expect, as soon as the greasy slice entered his mouth, he devoured it to sate his craving. Fine, he’d stuff himself first and then taste-test! In quick succession, the slices disappeared. One pizza had not made a dent in his hunger. At least he had nine more.

His belly rumbled. “Time to see if Hollows are truly insatiable!” Slices full of spicy meats and dense, caloric cheese were devoured by his gluttonous mouth. His fingers stained with grease, but he did not care - not as long as he had more to eat. His gut pushed out with every gulp, expanded, and still roared for more. Not bad - but he could do much, much better.

The second pizza - this one with multiple cheese toppings - was almost nothing, either. Grimmjow felt a faint sense of fullness, weak but there. His hunger won over it as he gulped the third one. The rim of his pants was digging in his belly and pressed deeper and deeper with each hearty gulp. He winced; he should take them off, but that meant that he would stop stuffing his face for a second; a second, when he would not chew and swallow. As if!

The fullness was replaced by a dull ache which would only grow stronger. How would it not when Grimmjow’s gut was protruding over him like a dome and poked out more and more before his eyes? It was sticking out, rounded than it had ever been, filled to the brim with food. And it rumbled for more.

Grimmjow was even hornier. Hastily, he devoured the rest of pizza number four and - using both hands - began feeding himself the fifth one. He did not tend to his dick as the Arrancar’s natural limitless hunger forced him to engorge himself into total temporary immobility. And through the mist of arousal, greed, and pain, he missed the door opening.

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Ichigo entered his home. “Hey, Grimmjow!” he shouted in the small apartment. Strange: no murderous, bored out of his mind kitty had pounced on him. “Speak up if you’re jerking off again because I don’t want to see it!”

No reply. Ichigo shrugged, guessed it was safe enough, and entered the bedroom. A risk he should not have taken.

He’d rather have caught Grimmjow jerking off - then he could explain why he was so flustered. Instead, he had to deal with an overfed, bloated, greedy Arrancar, whose football-sized gut jutted out of his body, and he still was reaching for the next slice of pizza. Ichigo bit his lip. He was absolutely not getting hard at that sight!

He had to act. No, he should have acted when Grimmjow wasted so much cash on food or when he got softer. Actually, Ichigo did one thing: he left his not-exactly-boyfriend-but-more-than-a-fuck-buddy more money to satisfy his gluttony and hoped he would stop at a reasonable point. Except - and he knew it too well to be a mistake - Grimmjow was the opposite of reasonable.

“Are you only gonna watch, or you’ll help?” Grimmjow fisted his gut - taut like a drum - and drew Ichigo’s attention. “Bring the pizza to my mouth, for example! With this overfilled tank in the way, it’s painful to reach for it!” The stuffed sphere responded with a low rumble. The recently gained layer of flab was stretched, and it was rock hard to the touch.

He had eaten himself into temporary immobility and wanted more? Amazing. If Ichigo went and fed him... No! He shook his head. It was anything but amazing!

Even if Grimmjow had missed Ichigo’s growing erection, he must have seen his burning red face.

“Did a Hollow eat your ears? Come and feed me. I’m starving here!” A strong pat, accompanied by a loud echo, dried Ichigo’s lips.

Starving. Ichigo gulped. Four empty boxes were haphazardly thrown around the floor. The fifth one was lying nearby. All that food and Grimmjow still needed to indulge his gluttony more. If this kept on, Ichigo would jizz his underpants like a dumb, horny teenager.

And the Arrancar did not help. “Or take off my damned tight pants.” His fingers tweaked near their hem. The engorged gut left no breathing space, and if Ichigo pulled them down, he would find a sore, red line.

Cold shower: Ichigo needed one. Otherwise, he would make a very hasty, horrible decision.

“Or rub my belly, at least, because this thing is pretty packed.” Grimmjow gave it a few powerful pats. It gurgled, and the Arrancar let out a long-drawn burp. “Ya see?” Oh, Ichigo definitely did. Grimmjow had eaten like a ravenous beast, encouraged by Ichigo’s ever-growing sponsorship. Now, Ichigo was not sure if Grimmjow could eat without thrashing restraint. And it was all his fault.

Fine, Ichigo would think with his dick this time! “You want to be fed?” He came closer with a single shunpo and grabbed a slice. “Better prepare because I’m doing it!”

#male weight gain #belly kink #bleach #grimmichi #grimmjow jaggerjack #male weight gain stories #male-expansion #chub-writings

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writer-k-pop · 4 years ago

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Cousin Test

제가 시험에 합격했다는 말씀이세요? Are you saying that I passed the test?

Description: Your younger cousins are in town for a visit and they are finally meeting your boyfriend, Chan. They insist that he has to pass their test for approval and the test goes smoothly but their answer still needs some deliberations. Warnings: None Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.9k

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"What do you ladies want for lunch?" You ask your two younger cousins as they sit on the couch. They flew in a couple days ago and today they're meeting your boyfriend, Chan, for the first time in person.

The older of the two, Lina, shrugs, "Doesn't matter to me."

"Me neither." The youngest, Grace, says with a smile.

You lean against the counter, phone in your hands, "We kind of have to give Chan some ideas. He is paying for it."

Chan texts you again with another suggestion.

"Pizza?"

"What about pizza?" You ask your cousins and both of them nod quickly.

"I want pepperoni!" Grace tells you.

"And I want cheese." Lina puts in her opinion.

"Grace wants pepperoni and Lina wants cheese." You text Chan.

"We'll get one pepperoni and one cheese." Chan replies, "If we have leftovers then I have late night snacks."

You roll your eyes, "Meet you at the studio in 30?"

"Definitely." Chan texts back and you put away your phone.

"Alright, ladies, we've got 30 minutes to get our butts to the studio." You announce to your cousins, "Think we can do it?"

Lina and Grace stand on their feet, purses already secured around their bodies. "Heck yeah."

You chuckle and pick up your own purse.

As the three of you make your way out of your apartment building, Grace's excitement begins to grow.

"I can't believe we finally get to meet Chan!" She giggles and grips your arm tighter.

"You guys have been dating for like ever, you could've come visit us." Lina complains.

"We've been dating for like a year. And you also could've come visited me earlier. Plus with Chan's schedule..." You trail off.

"He should get a better schedule." Grace pouts.

"That what I keep telling him." You chuckle as the walk sign turns green and you lead the girls across the street.

25 minutes later, you stop across the street from Chan's private studio.

"I don't see the company building anywhere." Lina looks around at the signs that are plastered onto the buildings.

"We're not going to the company. We're going to his private studio." You correct her.

Grace tugs on your arm, "The light's green, come on."

"I'm going to make sure he's the guy for you." Lina says and sets her shoulders in determination.

You chuckle, "And how are you going to that?"

"I'm going to ask him questions." Lina says confidently.

"You're going to interrogate him." Grace rephrases.

Lina mulls the word over for a second, "I'm going to interrogate him." She confirms.

"Oh geez," You laugh, "Well, don't go too hard on him."

"No, we're going to ask him all the hard questions." Grace smiles evilly.

You turn into a building and head down the stairs with the girls following. At the end of the hall is Chan's studio door.

"What are these other doors?" Lina asks as you continue to pass by closed doors.

"Other studios that people rent out." You inform them.

"All these are studios?" Grace says in awe.

"Small private ones, but yeah." You say as you reach Chan's door.

You knock twice but there's no reply. So you punch in the code and slowly open the door. Lina and Grace press against your back, trying to get a peek inside. The lights are dimmed but Chan's nowhere in sight.

"He must be still getting pizzas." You comment and fully open the door, letting your cousins into the space.

Once inside, Lina and Grace begin walking around the space and doing little twirls. They've been dancing since they were little and that's part of the reason they wanted to meet Chan so badly.

You throw your purse onto the couch and lower yourself down while texting Chan.

"We're here. I let us in." You text him.

"This is so neat." Lina comments, setting her purse next to yours.

"I thought it would be smaller than this." Grace says and copies her sister's actions.

You glance around the room. It's about a third of the size of Seventeen's big practice room. And after spending a lot of time in that space, this one always seems small to you but to your cousins, it's a decent size.

"I just got the pizzas. Be there in five." Chan texts you.

"(y/n), do you know how to work this?" Lina asks, standing in front of the stereo system.

You push yourself back onto your feet, "Of course I do."

"This too?" Grace asks, pointing at the standing mic in front of her.

You nod, "I sometimes help Chan with his recordings."

"How does it work?" Grace's eyes light up and you take a seat in the desk chair.

After a few clicks, the computer logs on and you search for the right program.

"We use this program that combines all the different tracks together." You explain, Lina over your right shoulder and Grace over your left. "Pop these headphones over your ears and then Chan does some magic button pressing and hits record and then he starts singin'."

Lina lightly hits your shoulder, "You don't even know what he does."

You chuckle, "I can work the tech, I don't necessarily understand the magic behind the tech."

Grace goes back to stand in front of the wall of mirrors and starts lightly dancing. "I could stay here all day."

"Chan could too." You comment, staring lovingly at the girl as she raises her arms above her head. Her eyes intently watching to perfect the angles.

The door swings open and Chan shuffles through the doorway with two pizzas and a bag of drinks.

"Hey, I didn't know what you wanted to drink, so I guessed." Chan smiles at you. Lina and Grace quickly hide behind you, using your body like a shield.

Chan sets the food down on the small table and then turns his attention to the two girls who are hiding behind you.

"Hi. I'm Chan." He introduces himself. "It's so great to finally meet you two."

You glance down and chuckle at the two girls who are nervously looking at Chan. "This is Lina and this is Grace." You tell Chan their names because they aren't about to say it themselves. You pat them on the shoulders, telling them they should quit hiding behind you but they stay hidden.

"Why don't we eat? You guys must be hungry." Chan suggests and you can detect a hint of unease behind his eyes. You don't blame him. He wants to make a good impression on your closest cousins but they're not making it easy.

You guide the two humans attached to your sides to sit near the couch while Chan slides the table of food over. Sitting across from you makes Chan feel like this is more of an interview that a first meeting.

While he opens the pizza containers, you can't help but laugh at the girls, "You guys were so adamant about grilling him and now you're all shy."

"Shhhh." Grace shoves her finger against her lips, "You can't spoil our plans."

"Grilling me?" Chan asks, handing Grace a cheese slice, "I have to pass another test?"

"This is the most important test." Lina says as if the answer's obvious, "If you don't pass our test, you can't date (y/n)." With her growing confidence, Chan begins to relax slightly and he watches curiously as she picks out her pizza slice. You on the other hand, laugh out loud.

"Who gave you that authority?" You ask.

Lina shrugs while taking a bite.

"Well, I've passed all of (y/n)'s friends' test so I think I can pass one more." Chan says, up for the challenge and hands Lina and Grace napkins.

"Mmm, this pizza is good." Grace says happily with grease around her mouth.

"Better be. Jeonghan hyung's sister's husband owns it." Chan explains.

"Were they busy?" You ask, wondering if business was good.

Chan shrugs and picks up a slice, "The store wasn't packed but they were working like crazy in the kitchen. Probably had a lot of deliveries."

You nod and take a bite of your own slice.

"So." Lina sets her slice down and sips her drink, "Why do you like (y/n)?"

The question throws Chan for a loop and he nearly chokes on his food.

"Wow, you're starting with the hard questions first." He says once he can talk.

"We don't play it easy." Grace wipes her mouth and shakes her head.

"No you do not." Chan smiles, "Well, she's super smart and super amazing. She makes me feel super calm and relaxed and she always helps me whenever she can." Chan looks directly at you and a blush creeps onto your cheeks. "Not to mention she's ridiculously pretty."

"Hmmm." Lina ponders the question while Grace nods with a serious look on her face.

You try to hide your laughter at their tactics with another bite of pizza.

"Is she the prettiest person you've ever seen?" Grace throws another question.

"Of course." Chan replies immediately, "And the prettiest person I've even known."

"What's your favorite movie?" Lina questions him.

"What's yours?" Chan throws the question back at her instead of answering.

"Mine's any of the Harry Potter movies." She tells him straight up.

"I like Enola Holmes." Grace adds in her favorite with a cheesy smile.

You giggle and wipe some of the grease off her face. "You're how old and I'm still wiping your face for you."

Chan gazes at you and smiles, loving the way you interact with your cousins.

"Hello?" Lina waves her hand at Chan, "You still have to answer the question."

"Oh right," Chan returns his attention to the younger female. "My favorite movie, I think, is Inception."

"You think?" Grace questions his answer.

"It's hard to just pick one." You come to your boyfriend's defense, "It can change every now and then."

"Exactly." Chan agrees with you, "Like how your favorite song can change within a day or two."

"Mine doesn't." Lina says a-matter-of-factly.

"So your favorite song is still the Hannah Montana theme song?" Chan teases her.

"It is not!" Lina say, appalled that he would even think that, "I never even watched Hannah Montana."

"I did!" Grace raises a hand happily.

Chan laughs out loud and the sound is like music to your ears.

"(y/n), I'm full." Lina looks to you. On her plate is a half eaten piece of pizza.

"Is that your second?" You ask, making sure she had enough to eat.

Lina nods.

"Alright." You tell her.

"I'm full too." Grace says with yet another round of pizza sauce around her mouth.

"You," You say and grab a napkin, "Have a bit saved for later, don't you?" You wipe her mouth, making sure to wipe up every last trace.

Meanwhile, Lina has moved over to the stereo. "Hey Chan, can we turn this on?"

Chan and you look over before he gives you a questioning look and Grace joins her sister.

You smile at him, "Go ahead, I'll clean up."

Chan warmly smiles at you before standing and walking over to where your cousins were waiting for him. While he fiddled with the system and explained how it all worked, you cleaned up the table. The leftover pizzas fit into one box so in the throw away one, you placed the plates and napkins. Music begins to play through the speakers as you close the pizza boxes.

You wave down Chan and point outside towards the trash bins. Chan says "okay" with his hands and places his gaze on the girls as they clammer around him, asking for him to teach them some dance moves.

You are only gone for literally 3 minutes but when you get back, Lina and Grace are dead focused on copying Chan's body positions as he teaches them one of Seventeen's dance routines.

"Little higher... there." Chan looks at Grace's position through the mirror.

"So many details." Lina breathes out in an attempt to reset.

"Hoshi hyung always says the details have to be perfect so it looks amazing later." Chan repeats the words of his hyung as you take a seat on the couch, legs folded underneath you.

"Okay, what's next?" Grace asks and bounces, anxiously waiting to continue.

"Then you make three circles with your right arm and every time your right arm reaches the bottom of the circle, your left leg makes a small kick to the right." Chan explains slowly and then demonstrates even slower so the girls can follow.

You smile in recognition of the song. He's teaching them the chorus of 'My My.'

"That's it!" Chan says happily with a clap, "Can you do it faster?"

Watching as Lina and Grace speed up the small bit they just learned, you blindly reach for your phone. With the desire to capture some of this moment, you quietly start to video them.

"Yeah! That's it!" Chan exclaims and gives the girls high fives.

"Let's keep going!" Lina says and Grace nods in agreement.

For the next hour and a half, the girls learn the chorus and then proceed to perfect it under the watchful eye of Chan. About halfway through, you kind of lost interest and started scrolling through your phone. But whenever the girls called out to you to watch, you'd lock your phone without a second thought.

"Should we record it and see how good you look?" Chan suggests, your ears perking up to his suggestion.

"(y/n), will you record us?" Grace runs over to you, looking down at you on the couch.

You place a hand over your heart, "It would be my honor."

Grace giggles, "You're weird."

"That's what I've been telling her." Chan agrees, gesturing to himself.

You make your way in front of them and stand ready with your phone in your hands.

"Make sure you get all of us." Lina reminds you and points a finger at you.

"I will, I will." You reassure her.

"Ready?" Chan asks and the girls nod their heads. A second later, the prechorus to 'My My' plays through the speakers and you press record on your phone.

With the upbeat music and your cousins dancing in front of you with your beloved boyfriend, it's really hard to keep the phone steady to film them. All three of them flow through the moves effortlessly and all three look incredible while doing it. Sure, Chan has taught you some of their choreos in the past but seeing him dance with your closest cousins spurs something else.

When the section finishes, Lina, Grace, and Chan all let out a cheer and you stop the recording.

"Let me see, let me see." Grace tugs at your arms.

They watch the video and decide that it was okay but could probably be a little better. Chan gives the girls tips on what to focus on and they do a slow dry run before rerecording the whole thing. This time is even better and Lina and Grace are completely satisfied with it. As is Chan.

"Can we do this again tomorrow?" Lina asks you as you pick up your stuff from the couch to head to the attraction they wanted to see for the day.

"You liked it that much?" You ask in return and both girls give you nods.

"Are you saying that I passed the test?" Chan asks, raising an eyebrow.

"For now." Lina tilts her head upwards, acting mysteriously.

Chan and you chuckle.

"Unfortunately, I have schedules all day tomorrow." Chan gives the girls an apologetic smile.

Lina and Grace's faces fall in disappointment and Chan quickly tries to bring their hopes back up.

"But maybe, the day after, you could come visit the rehearsal studio?" Chan suggests, "And then you could also meet the rest of the members and show them the cool dance you learned."

At this, Lina and Grace light up with excitement while you give Chan a concerned look.

"Are you sure?" You ask him, unsure if he could be allowed to do that.

Chan shrugs, "Hyungs do it all the time so why can't I?" He then places a hand on the girls' shoulders, "How would you guys like that?"

"That'd be awesome." Lina says in awe.

"I wanna meet your members." Grace gives Chan the biggest smile she can manage.

Chan laughs, "I'll double check to make sure with everyone but I'm sure you guys can come visit."

"But if not, it's okay, right Lina? Grace?" You say to make sure they're not thinking it's a certainty.

Lina and Grace nod in understanding.

"Alright, ladies, then, you ready? We've got a palace waiting for us." You hold open the door.

The girls adjust their purses before giving Chan a hug and thanking him.

"You girls are so welcome." Chan ruffles Grace's hair and follows them towards the door.

Chan takes ahold of the door and you step away from it.

"Be careful and have fun." Chan tells you with a smile.

"You too. Thanks." You wink at him and he chuckles softly.

"Anything for you." Chan says and pecks your lips.

"Hey, who said you could kiss her?" Lina peeks out from behind you with an accusing look on her face. Grace is not far behind her, her best imitation of Lina's expression on her own face.

Chan holds his hands up in surrender, "Apologies but she is my girlfriend." He smiles goofily.

"She's our cousin." Lina playfully sticks out her tongue at Chan before grabbing my left hand. Then Grace grabs my right hand and they both start leading me towards the building's exit.

Chan's laughter mixes with yours as you're pulled away.

"See you later!" You call out with a look back.

Chan smiles and waves goodbye from the doorway. He watches until you've left the building and walk away. The smile on his face never leaving for a second.

#kpop #kpop imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen dino imagine #seventeen dino #dino #dino imagine #lee dino imagine #lee dino #lee chan #writer-k-pop

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jeromesxreader16 · 4 years ago

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Such a Joker (53)

Part 52 Here!

~o0o~

I pack two sandwiches in my purse and proceed to cover my hair with the large silk scarf. "Where are you sneaking off to?" Babs asks walking past me and downing a drink. "Secret date? I figured you would get sick of the pale faced clown." I smile at my hands. I could never tire of my boy. I'm as crazy as him, maybe more, but he would never turn me away, and I could never leave him.

"I'm married." "Even better." I narrow my eyes at her. "Babs, I'm going to see my dad." She widens her eyes. "Now you're asking for a death wish." I walk out the door, my heels clicking every step. "If you say so."

I walk into the GCPD and can sense the chaos and tension thickly canned in the air. Not seconds later two individuals start brawling over bread. "Hey! Break it up!" My father pushes them back. "For all the new people here... everyone is welcome in Haven, but there are rules. And one of them is we leave the fighting outside. Government already thinks we don't deserve help. We have to show otherwise. Gangs want to tear themselves apart outside, that's their business. In here, in Haven... we help each other survive." I hum with a slick smile as the two dispute the issue and the tension falls. Saved for another day.

I walk up to him nudging his arm. "Nice speech. I think it worked." He turns to me and gasps, but recovers quickly. "(Y/n). You're so big. No... Just-" "Pregnant, dad." He nods smiling. "So what happens when they find out the government abandoned them?" He sighs, shaking his head. I pat his back. "Come on paper man. You need some real food." I pull him into his office and remove the disguise. "Italian sub for you, and tuna for me." "You hate tuna." I smile sitting down. "They don't." I pat my swollen tummy. "So there are two of them?" I nod smiling.

"And you're happy? He treats you well?" I nod again smiling at him. "Of course he does. He's not a monster, dad." He grabs my hand over the desk and squeezes it. "I don't... like him. You know this. He destroyed the damn city for christ's sake, but he is the father of my grandchildren, and the husband of my only daughter, so I can promise you... I will never kill him." I kiss his hand and smile. "Who knew that'd be so comforting to hear."

I walk into the elevator with the smile ghosted over my lips. Crackling from the speaker erupts my mind causing me to shake and grab the wall in fright. "Aw, honey, I'm sorry." Ecco's voice pipes up from the speaker. I wave my hand in front of the camera with a smile. "No worries. All good here." I laugh placing a hand on my stomach. "Where is Jerimiah?" "Working down below. Would you like me to get him?" I smile up at the camera. "Let me go down."

"Uh... Miss, I think we should wait. He doesn't want you around the-" I press the button to the bottom floor faster than light. "Oops," I smirk up to Ecco as the elevator skips the main floor and descends below.

The two doors slide open revealing a steamed room with the funk of hard labor. I step on the uneven ground and see Jerimiah fanning himself as he watches his workers. I rest my hands on his shoulders and kiss his cheek. "You're working hard." He spins around with a glare. "And you're not supposed to be here." He grips my hips pulling me towards him.

"I missed you." I nuzzle into his chest. He hums as we rock back and forth. "I missed you, my love. Come on. No lady should be exposed to this heat." He places his hand on the small of my back leading me to the elevator.

Holding me the entire way up and then carrying me to our bed, never letting us go. "Are my darlings all suggled up?" He asks resting my head on his chest. The icy colored flesh proving wrong to the touch of fire on my fingers. "Yes, Jer." I mumble feeling my eyes draw to a close. "Never will I go a day without my family... even your father." He kisses my head before I can ask the question.

Jeremiah POV:

My workers work endlessly day and night to break the walls of the under the earth. Slowing down each day, getting on my nerves in the end. You're pushing my men way too hard. "We're not gonna break through for at least a couple more days. There is absolutely no way to make it on schedule." The leader of the pack of sweat cogs comes in.

My wife doesn't need to be kept in this filth any longer. How dare he disrespect my future. "Well, not with that attitude, you're not." I slice the man's throat, as he falls to the ground, blood flowing on the dirt.

"Now... everyone... let's reach inside and dig... a little deeper, shall we? 'Cause that's the only way you're all making it out of this hole." I hum watching their fear thicken.

Two taps on my shoulder break my gaze from the project. "Oh, Echo. Are these all the recruits?" Skinny, no brains, slim Whitted. These are my soldiers?

"Well, I thought you would want quality over quantity. Not everybody can pass a .38 caliber test of faith." I smirk thinking of the trials and tests they've suffered. "Yes... you certainly have set a very high bar for devotion."

"Oh. Almost forgot. Bruce Wayne and his sidekick Curls... Or is he the sidekick? Anyway, they tried to infiltrate our little operation here."

"Oh?" " Oh. And Curls can walk, really well, especially... for a paraplegic. Ah. And she wants to kill you." I glare at her with a snarl. This doesn't help that my wife is being cared for in the same building.

"A lot, FYI. If I see her, I'll give you a shout. Oh... and kill her." I nod rolling my eyes. Finish the job and move on for the better of my wife and children.

I walk into the GCPD questioning room with my scarf wrapped around my head, and my belly protruding out. Quite the look I must say. I open the door to see Victor Zsasz pushed on to the table by Harvey.

"Ow. This is a really nice table." I snicker and take my glasses off. "You do realize her thrives on the pain." The three pairs of eyes look at me. "We got a dozen witnesses that saw you walk out of that building before it went kabooey."

"Yeah. I heard some gangs had taken over." Zsasz says turning his eyes to me. "Figured, with you guys occupied, I might help myself to some of your supplies. Hey, do you guys have any canned peaches? Man, I'd trade an arm and a leg for that right now. Not mine, somebody else's. Maybe little baby Maniax's." He laughs reaching for my stomach before Jim swats his arm down.

"If you're innocent, why shoot up a city block full of cops?"

"Because it was full of cops." Zsasz and I say at the same time.

"Who were also trying to shoot me. And, guys, those were warning shots. I mean, if I really

wanted to kill you... you'd be dead. You got a pen? I want to write this guy a thank-you letter. Do the math. If I blew up a building full of people, I would have covered

every inch of my body in sweet, sweet scars. Mrs. Valeska... want to do a strip search?" He winks before my father punches him. "She's married, pig."

I lock arms with my dad and walk through the station. "Got Lucius on the horn for you, Cap."

"Lucius, talk to me." I grab the phone holding it close enough for the both of us to hear. "Haven wasn't destroyed by a bomb. It was an RPG, like the one that took down the chopper."

"You sure?"

I'm holding what's left of it in my hand right now. We found pieces of it in the rubble. It was fired through the basement window, detonated the fuel oil tank. And we're still trying to figure out exactly which rooftop it was fired from.

"Rooftop?"

"Yes."

"Dad, the only angle you could hit this place from is above. Zsasz was on the ground. Looks like you need a new suspect. I think we need to-"

"Jim! Ah. I know the wheels of justice turn slowly, so I'm here to provide- a modicum of grease."

Rushing up towards the front, Oswald, the Mayor of fallen Gotham, stands tall and proud.

"You need to leave right now."

"Still claiming he's innocent, is he?"

"Yes. And as much as I hate to admit it, the evidence is backing him up."

Harvey busts out, "What the hell's going on?" "Harvey, according to Lucius, Zsasz couldn't have done it."

Oswald huffs with a smile. "I did not expect you to go soft, Jim. Actually, I did. Behind a grandpa and all must've changed your ways. Which is why I didn't come alone." Several gunmen come out armed and ready to fire. My father huddles me close and shields me from the view of guns.

"Bring me Victor Zsasz!"

"Leave, (Y/n). Go home!" Jim pushes me away towards the doors.

Jeremiah POV:

I wave my hat fanning my pale skin placed upon the crippling bones. It's so damp and hot in here, but I'm freezing. My heart has gone cold without her scent around. Not a touch, not a wiff, not a glace for days it seems. Where is my angel with my bundles of joy?

"You see, a river cuts through rock not because of its power, but because of its persistence. So what do we do when we feel like giving up? Dig a little deeper. And what do we do when we can't possibly go on any longer? Dig a little deeper. And what do we..." A sharp blade stabs into my side crippling my speech. I look down seeing the masked figure in the striped coat. I gasp feeling my footing slide as the attacker shoves the blade into my stomach further.

"Deep enough?" The individual removes the mask revealing the little pussy of them all. "Well, Selina, I must say..." She pulls the blade out plunging it back in sharply.

"Don't say anything." Over and over again the blade is shoved into my side. The light dimming, the hot steam hitting my brow, the devilish laughter of my brother. This is near my end? Maybe so...

"Selina!" The rat is stripped away from me causing me to fall to the ground barely clinging to the life of happiness I have.

"Selina!" Bruce Wayne holds the fierce kitty back. "Stop. It's done! It's over."

The building is quiet. The entire place is quiet... Not one swing of an ax hitting limestone, making a light clink sound. Not the ring of my husbands voice calling to his men. Not even Echo meeting me at the door with my slippers and milkshake. Something is not right.

"Jeremiah?" I call out as if he could hear me from below. If not him then someone. One of the members at least, but no one came. I proceeded to enter the elevator only to see blood on the buttons and floor. They were having the graduation today, not everyone makes it.

The doors open to the pool room and I could almost drop to my knees at the smell. Thick scent of blood coating the walls. I walk out of the elevator and down into the pool counting the dead. No Echo or Jeremiah. Good so far.

I make my way down to the tunnels where silence has taken over. Just a simple lone man sitting in a chair. "Where is Jermiah?" I panic pulling my jacket closer. Could he have left me?

"Mrs. Valaska!" "Where is my husband?" "He's off in the tunnels. He's got injured. I'm supposed to take you to him." "Well, go on!" He shuffles his feet in a pace of nervousness, tripping over rocks and pickaxes. "How did he get hurt?" "Someone came in and just stabbed the boss. She was taken away by Bruce Wayne." I feel fire ignite in my blood. Selina and Bruce. What a treat. Trying to kill my husband in my own home.

Down the tunnels I hear him. Groaning in pain as Echo stitches him up. "How could you let this happen?" I shout at her. "She was fast." "And you're supposed to be faster." I glare at her as she cowers at my words.

"Don't stress, darling. It's not good for the babies."

"Jeremiah." I kneel down next to him grabbing his face. "Are you alright?" He places his hands over mine, kissing them each. "I'm still alive. One thing I've still got on my brother. How are you, my love? I'm sorry. You must've been wrecked with worry." Jeremiah pulls me into his lap. I nod with my bottom lip out. "Yes, I was. I was so scared, Jer." He pulls me to him. "Aw my darling. I know. I know."

I shift my weight slightly causing him to jet in a sharp inhale. "Oh, honey. Stitches still sore?" He nods. "Never would have happened if you wore that armor I prepared." Echo hums, causing me to roll my eyes. "That bullet makes you sentimental of the wrong things." I huff out pushing her out of the view.

"Why would you not check who was working? You always do. You're always prepared." Jeremiah places his hand on my cheek again. "I had to let Selina thrust the knife into my flesh at least once. Verisimilitude trumps precaution, you see." "They think you're dead." I think putting everything together.

Echo stands to the side bouncing with information. "What is it?" She giggles jumping on her heels. "All systems go." Jeremiah lifts himself, placing a hand on the small of my back and leading us along behind Echo.

"You could've died." I whisper looking at the dirt. "I didn't." "But you could have, Jeremiah. That's my point. You have two children growing, and soon they'll be out in this world. They need their father. You've kept me safely away, but that won't mean shit if you're not around to protect your children." I move ahead of him in a fit of fire.

A hand grabs my shoulder spinning me around. Jerehimah dips me and pushes our lips together. His grip on my arm and hip so tight, keeping me pulled to him with no fight. He pulls away only an inch, looking at my eyes, looking into the soul. "Now, you may not understand everything I do, but I do it for you and these two kids. I think and I plan for hours. You sit up in the bed resting your feet like I tell you. When you start questioning if I'm going to make it, that's when this will fall apart. You're my darling. You've been mine for thousands of years. Never doubt me, (Y/n)." He places his hands on my stomach and pecks my forehead. "Come along now. We have things to do."

Leading me through the tunnels I start to see less of the dirt and more solid grey rock already formed into tunnels. "Where are we?" Jeremiah giggles pulling me alongside.

"Doctor. I'm hearing good things." Jeremiah says holding in laughter.

What is he up to?

The Doctor nods. "The bandages are ready to come off. Your assistant thought you'd like to see the results." Echo shakes her head in praise like a dog while Jer nods his head. "Indeed, I would."

He turns to me. "You won't want to miss this, (y/n)."

The Doctor unravels the bandages on the individuals faces revealing a profile built from professional lifestyle and diets. This is Thomas and Martha Wayne before my eyes... ALIVE!

"Oh, you two look beautiful." I smile looking down at her pearl necklace. "Down to the very detail with you." Jeremiah kisses my cheek. "I love family reunions, don't you?" "More than Christmas!" I cheer and giggle.

#jerome #jerome x reader #jerome valeska #jerome valeska imagine #jerome valeska x reader #jeremiah valeska imagine #jeremiah valeska x reader #jerome valeska smut #Gotham #Gotham City #gotham cast

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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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Will just has a huge ass crush on Steve and billy (not romantically or sexually, he just gets gay panics cause they’re hot as hell)

will having a crush on steve is one of my favorite things ever.

Will always knew he preferred guys.

Well, maybe not always, but just as long as he’s known Steve Harrington.

Which feels like always.

Steve had been the assistant coach for his little league team one year.

He remembers the first time Steve smiled at him, the first time he pat Will on the back and said, hey, good hustle out there.

He remembers the way his gut burst into flames, his face matching the fire inside him.

He doubts Steve remembers it. Doubts Steve put much stock into the interaction.

But that, that was an epiphany for Will. It was such a defining moment.

And he guesses, that this is probably another one.

Billy was gross.

Will doesn’t know why he finds it so endearing.

But watching Billy shove half a slice of pizza in his mouth, and then proceed to talk with his mouth completely full, it should make Will wanna ralph.

But that fire was back. The one that had never really left, the fire that roared whenever Mike touched his shoulder or Steve ruffled his hair.

Here it was, burning for Billy Hargrove and the pizza grease on his chin.

Steve reached over absentmindedly, wiping the grease mark away.

“You’re a pig.” Billy showed Steve the chewed up food in his mouth. Steve scoffed, shaking his head, turning to Will who was smooshed between Mike and Steve.

And if he’s being honest with himself, being smooshed between Mike and Steve and staring at Billy, Will really couldn’t complain.

“Isn’t he awful?” But Will had noticed the way Steve’s foot had been planted firmly on Billy’s the entire meal, noticed how sometimes Billy was just at Steve’s house when the party showed up for DnD night.

And of course he had noticed the looks, the touches that were far too casual to actually be casual.

He doesn’t think anyone else had noticed.

Honestly hopes they haven’t, hopes that these two can be happy and safe, even if it is in secret.

“I don’t know,” he realized Steve had asked him a question. “He’s not so bad.”

“He must’ve brain washed you, or somethin’.” Steve said something else, but he had chose that exact moment to brush a casual hand through his hair.

It made Will’s brain short circuit.

It made Billy’s brain short circuit, too, judging by the way his eyes tracked th movement hungrily.

Billy leaned over the table, checking to make sure all the other kids were engrossed in their own conversations.

“Harrington, you gotta cool it. You’re makin’ the kid here lose his damn mind.” He winked at Will. Will could feel heat spread up from his neck, over his face. “You’re too hot, Sugar.”

Steve shook his head, looking down at the table, his cheeks tinged pink. Will loved it.

“So you two are,” Will trailed off, his voice low. Billy nodded.

“But you already knew that, eh?” Will shrugged lamely. “I mean, with how much you watch us-”

“Bill, don’t-”

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t trying to be, to be weird-”

“Will, hey.” Steve had fully turned to him, speaking in that soft, special voice he used when one of them was in over their heads. “It’s okay. It’s not weird. We’ve just, noticed, I guess.” And then Steve’s hand was on his shoulder and Will felt like he was gonna die. “You look at us the way we used to look at some of the older guys we’ve known.”

“Look, Byers,” Billy shuffled in his seat, leaning closer over the table. “We just wanna be on the same page. We don’t mind you looking. It’s natural, it’s normal, but like, we’re way too old for you. Harrington’s already enough of a cradle robber-”

“Okay, that’s fucked.”

“Your last two relationships have been with people a year younger than you, you absolute cougar.” Steve kicked Billy under the table, Billy grinned at him.

“Don’t push it, Bill. I would leave you for Tommy’s older brother in a damn heartbeat.” Billy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Steve turned back to Will, taking a breath. “We were just talking the other night, and we wanted to make sure you knew we’re here for you. If you wanna like talk or anything.” Steve shrugged.

“We both know how much it can fucking suck growing up queer.” Billy was back to leaning into the conversation. “You’re not gross and you’re not alone. Which Steve told me to say the alone part.” Steve kicked him again. Billy pouted at him dramatically.

“I thought he might need to hear it, you asshole.” They were back to bickering like the ex-rivals they pretended to be.

Will just smiled at them both, let his arm brush against Steve’s as he reached for a napkin.

He could have this.

#yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble #will byers #billy and steve being wills queer mentors is one of the best things in the world ngl

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hiatus-for-forever · 5 years ago

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Child!Bakusquad x Reader

Summary: Bakusquad bois got hit with a de-aging quirk and you are tasked to taake care of them

Quirk: Water manipulation. You can control water and can choose to only use H2O or can also carry things is it. If you use it too much you will get dehydrated

Genre/Warnings: Cursing,fluff?? This was kinda just random. There are a bunch of this but I wanted to try just the Bakusquad

WC: 1,450

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What happened? What led to this? Trying to figuratively raise four baby teenagers? Well, this is what happened.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, you were done with your homework and somewhat sore from training throughout the week. Suddenly you heard a knock on the door. You grunted, getting up from the couch of your house/apartment. You parents weren’t home so you had to get the door. You walked up as the knocking became more frantic. You sighed, exasperated, “Alright, alright” you yelled and opened the door. You were met with a pink-skinned, alien-eyed classmate of yours. “What?” You snapped at her, annoyed she ruined your relaxing time.

“So here’s the thing, we we’re walking and this dude bumped into Bakugou and he started to yell so the dude got scared and hit them with his quirk”

You raised your eyebrow, “get to the point”

She sighed, “he had a de-aging quirk and now the boys are 3 or 4 years old”

Then you felt something. Small hands were felt against your leg, as if trying to grab you attention. You looked down and saw four small children. One with puffy blonde hair, one with a black streak in his, and two with straight black hair.

“HOLY SHIT” You screeched and jumped back. “WHAT THE FUCK”

“I know, I know but please take care of them” You stared at her, shock still present on your features

“Why me!?” You yelled, looking at the dumbfounded children.

“Well, I need to get home, Bakugou’s mom said she didn’t wanna deal with him, Sero’s parents are out of town, and Kaminari’s parent’s will kill him if they found out” she said

“Well, what about Eijiro?” you asked and glared as Ashido pushed the boys into your home.

“Oh his mom would happily take care of him but he wanted to stay with his friends who were asking to go to your place” you had to admit, it was really adorable

You sighed, “uuugh fiiine, I’ll take them”

Mina cheered and so did the boys. She quickly said her goodbyes and left the boys to you. As soon as the door closed you kneeled down to level with the children.

“You guys didn’t lose any memories right”

“We didn’t, dumbass” Bakugous mumbled

“Aww, don’t curse Kacchan” you said, your words laced with feigned sweetness

“What did you fucking call me, yo-” before he could continue, you grabbed him and hugged him tight, “if you don’t want me to throw you back to your mom, you better shut up”

He did as told and you set him down. “But I want hugs too” Kaminari whined as you chuckled, “later maybe, first let’s make some things clear. Do all your parents know your staying here”

“Yeah! We told our parents we were having a sleepover!” Kirishima said happily and you wrapped your arm around him, carrying him naturally.

“How long will this last?” you asked and carried Bakugou in your other arm.

“A day” he replied

“And where did you get your clothes?” you asked your last question

“Kirishima’s mom gave it to us before we left to go here” Sero said

You stood up, walking with two boys in your arms, to your living room. You set them down as the other two followed. You grabbed some school supplies and tossed the remote at them. “The tv is yours for now, and here’s some paper, crayons and pens and stuff. Imma take a nap” You walked to the other couch, leaving them to their devices. You quickly fell asleep as the boys talked among themselves.

“Why did you guys get carried and we didn’t” Kaminari complained

“She only has two arms, duh” Sero commented as he started drawing on paper.

“I want love too” he whined and tried to take the remote from Bakugou to which he just pushed him away. They spent about 15 minutes arguing and playing and whatnot until they realized one was missing. “Hey, where’s Kirishima?”

The three boys looked around and found him with you. He was wrapped in your arms as you both slept peacefully. Kaminari whined “him again!”

Waking up, you both stirred. “Denki shut up” you grumbled. Kaminari broke out in tears. You got up and lifted him to your chest. Patting his back, asking,”what’s wrong?”

“It’s just you and- Bakugou- and Kirishima- and not hugging me!” he cried and sobbed as you bounced him lightly. A ‘what do I do?’ look was on your face as you faced the guys and they just shrugged. You reluctantly brought him with you to the couch and had him lay on you as you patted his back. His sobs got softer as it waws replaced by soft snoring. You giggled at how fast he fell asleep and felt your arm being tugged. Sero put it around him and snuggled up to your side. You smiled to yourself and dozed off, hearing the soft breaths of the two boys snuggling up to you.

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You awoke to quite a sight, Kaminari mover to hugging you tighter, his breathing tickling your neck, Sero was still where he was, Bakugou was on your side opposite of Sero, hugging your arm, and Kirishima was resting comfortably on your legs. You swore your heart was gonna melt. You noticed how late it was getting and gently shook them awake. They yawned and let you get up as some rubbed their adorable sleepy eyes.

“So what do you guys wanna eat for dinner?” you asked

Stars were in their eyes as they simultaneously yelled “PIZZA”

Your giggle caught their attention and made them blush knowing they make you laugh. You got up and went to call the pizza place and you walked up to them again. “Okay so, while we wait for it to arrive, you will unfortunately have to take a bath” their blushes all got darker and all you went silent

“NO WAIT I’M NOT GETTING NAKED WITH YOU” You blushed furiously at you just grabbed them and pulled them to the bathroom.

“Just uh, take off your clothes, I won’t look” you said, turning the knob and letting the warm water pour down. You glanced back and realized only Kaminari complied. You quickly told him to step in the tub and he did so. You used your quirk to lift up some soapy water and swished it around Kaminari as he laughed at the feeling. You took some clean water and rinsed the soap off of him. And just like that his bath was dome in 2 minutes. You did it on Kirishima, then Sero, then Bakugou, him being more grumpy than the others. You felt like a cool mom at the same time like their girlfriend, taking care of them. The thought made you blush as you found yourself answering the door and paying for the pizza. You sat in your dining area, watching the boys excitedly chomp on their slices, quickly getting seconds and thirds. You saw them get messy but Bakugou had it the worse, the grease and tomato sauce got all over his mouth. You shyly got some tissue paper and wiping the corners of his mouth. His face got warm as you gently patted the tissue against his lips. You looked so beautiful right now, almost like an angel, your hair falling gently and your touch was gentle too.

The others wanted you to do that with them too but each didn’t want to bother you more than they already did. The moment was over as soon as it started and you quickly finished up your ‘meal’ and did the dishes. They did figure out how to put on a movie but you all agreed you were too full for popcorn. You placed yourself between Bakugou and Kaminari as Sero sat against your legs and Kirishima sat beween them. You eventually fell asleep from the tiring day you had with the boys even if it mostly consisted of napping.

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You woke up latching on to a shirtless Sero. You squeaked, turning red, you shook him awake, waiting for an explanation. He shifted in his sleep and looked down at you. His hair was ruffled and this cheeks were tainted pink. Cute.

“So, um, the others are making breakfast. We kinda woke up naked and the clothes were ripped”

You blushed and froze up as he did too

“B-But you don’t need to worry! Nothing happened! We did use you oversized pants, shirts and hoodies and I have to say, you have a lot” he chuckled, “it’s not weird though. Just weirdly convenient”

You both had a good laugh as you went to breakfast with the others.

#bakusqaud #x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #sero x reader #bakusquad x reader #kacchan #kacchan x reader

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jktummies · 4 years ago

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Hi this is my first time posting a bts wg fic

- I just wanted to try a genderbent Tae with a fat jin

- Fat jin x fem Tae

- stuffing

- gassy jin

- Please enjoy :)

Taehyung held up the last piece of brownie to Seokjins mouth, watching as he already has it opened and ready; his mouth and chubby face covered in grease and crumbs.

An hour in and they had already finished the two boxes of pizza, bucket of chicken and now the whole brownie platter. The stuffing had his shirt barley covering his chubby chest and shelf right under it. His middle already sticking out past his usual extension. Back fat pushing him away from the couch.

Antsy she grabs the ends of his too small shirt, struggling to slip it off. But the view so worth it.

“Fuck” Taehyung threw her head back, hips rutting into his stomach causing his whole mass to jiggle. She runs her hands all over his soft body feeling him up until they stop at his moobs. She lets out a breathy laugh. “Shit jin I remember when I was the only one with a pair.”

A moan tumbles out of his mouth as she gropes them, flicking his nipple with her pretty fingers.

God he remembers to; remembers when he was a lean 139 ponds meeting beautiful tae in their god awful am class. Taehyung is still the same size from when they met but Jin.... jin had skyrocketed in his last year towards a whopping total of 367 pounds.

She glances at him eyes hooded and wearing a smirk. “Now though I think they’re probably bigger than mine.”

He smiles “exactly what we wanted baby. Now pass the cake”

Taehyung laughs, reaching over to her side to grab the cake to stuff into her boyfriends mouth. Seokjin’s tastebuds are already watering as he watches tae unbox it. She cuts a whole slice; carefully bringing it over to Jins open mouth. She watches his lips expand to swallow it whole. She watches him chew, chins folding and cheeks so chubby compared to when they first met. As soon as he swallows she gets another and watches him all over again.

She licks her fingers after stuffing him with the last piece, leaning over to give him a quick peck and lick off excess frosting on Seokjins cheeks. “Want something to drink baby?”

“Please”, he huffs.

Tae hums having a hand rub soft circles on the very top of his taut stomach as she reaches down for the gallon of milk. Seokjin let’s out pleased hums at tae’s motions. His fingers grabbing her arm and pulling her with a force to sit on his gigantic lap ...or what’s left of it.

Tae giggles as she’s plopped on. Seokjin reaches his chubby fingers towards her shirt motioning it to take it off like she did with her pants an hour ago. She smiles as she can feel jins eyes on her as she slips it off, her own chest bouncing free.

His fat hands immediately gripping her waist to bring her towards him, sinking her down into his plush middle.

She pecks him again feeling his fat on her lean frame and pushing outwards. She brings the gallon of milk up and tips it into his mouth and watches as his lips swallow the opening and his girthy neck tipping back to reveal more plush padding.

He’s used to taheyung’s feeding so he knows that she won’t let him take a break until this whole gallon is finished. He gulps it down feeling the liquid settle at the bottom of his gut.

“Fuck.” Taehyungs vocabulary is always reduced when she sees jin stuff himself like pig. They still have some soft cookies waiting to meet seokjins gigantic mouth and she can’t wait to stuff him with those.

He taps taehyungs slim hip telling her he’s done. She leans back putting away the gallon and grabbing the tray of the final treats

“Think you can handle some more big guy,” she teased hand patting his belly.

Seokjin grins, “try me.”

Grabbing a cookie Taehyung starts shoveling it into his mouth. She doesn’t even wait for him to finish when she’s already holding the next one against his lips. Seokjin knows Tae’s getting desperate now. Wanting to get off to what a huge slob he is.

His stomach grumbles and the scrunching of Seokjins face means one thing. He’s a bit gassy. Taehyug stops; seeing his face in distraught she puts the tray down, hands cupping his chubby face. “Milk starting to get to you tubby?”

Seokjin hums, “Do you even have to ask” A loud gurgle of his stomach has both of them groaning . “Please Tae I need your hands.”

She coos and flicks at his double chin real quick before she pushes her hands in the fat. Despite all the food it’s still soft down at the bottom and sides. Tae begins to rub and knead at his underbelly. Listing to seokjins pleased sounds she knows she hit the spot when his fingers grip her waist tighter. God he’s so huge Taehyung just can’t get enough.

His girlfriends hands feel so good all jin could do is moan, whine and groan as they move to make him feel better.

“So fucking fat jin. You really can’t stop can you. Your fat ass barley fits on the couch anymore.” Seokjin ruts up at the embarrassing insults.

“Barely going to fit In your lap anymore if you keep growing.”

Right at that moment Taehyung kneads at the perfect spot causing a sudden belch to escape him.

“Gods baby”, she squirms, hips grinding down and seokjin can feel how soaked she is if the stain on her panties isn’t a dead give away,

“Such a fat pig!” She grips his stomach and shakes it causing his insides to growl. Another burp rising it out of him followed by another monstrous belch.

His breathing rises after that. Tae hissing, “you’re really panting after a few burps. So fucking fat jin that your sweating after eating.”

Tae then starts pushing looking for gas bubbles for Seokjin to release.

His eyes close. “T-Tae,” before he can finish a loud fart is bursting through causing his lap to vibrate and Tae along with it.

She moans loudly at that slumping against him, hands now rubbing his fat sides.

After a few more pushed out gas, Tae sits up.

“Think you can hold up in bed?”

Taehyung looks so pretty as she bites her lip waiting for an answer.

“Definitely just help me get up.”

She squeals as she gets off his fat tree trunk thighs and sticks out her arms. “Hands handsome”

Seokjin grabs on and with full effort Taehyung pulls. After the third attempt Jin is finally up on his already aching feet.

Taehyung’s eyes are gleaming seeing his gigantic stomach stick out so far from his body. Boxers hidden under the rolls of fat. She hums happily walking behind him, smacking his ass that causes him to jolt and jiggle all over.

Jin just grins at her cheeky behavior. Grabs her arm and waddles them towards their bedroom.

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lit-base · 3 years ago

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Family tree - Chap 1 [TMNT]

Family tree

Summary: There was an explosion at the Central Bank, the turtles couldn’t interfere in time. Seven people had died and another twelve had been hospitalized, one of which had been Vern.

As April O’Neil is investigating the case, she stumbles upon Felicia Cox, a writer who turns out to have had strong ties with the man and the criminal organization responsible for the bombing.

Chapter ONE

“Donnie, what’s the status?”

The electrical bzzzz coming from the ear piece let his brother’s voice through.

“He’s in the vault. I see blood on the floor, a woman, maybe dead? Can’t really say.”

Leo’s head snapped to the side, there were police cars upfront, Chief Rebecca Vincent barking orders, guns being drawn out of their holsters and strategic places urgently being occupied by cops. Blue and red lights were shining on the façade of the Central Bank and people were being ushered out of the way – curious passers by, thirsty for information.

“Keep us updated on his moves. Mickey, the vents.”

“Yeah… about that…” Mickey was already moving, a blur of orange and green, as he plucked the rack away from the vent entrance and disappeared inside. He was small enough to fit there and actually get to the vault in time.

“What about it, Don?”

“Yeah, so, it might not be a good idea, the guy’s picked the bomb from the ground…”

Leo froze and Raph clenched his teeth.

“I’m going after Mickey –“

“No, stay here. Don, what’s the fastest route to the vault?”

“The bathroom. Mickey, skirt around the lobby and make a left in a few seconds,” The youngest’s answer was immediate, “Ayay, cap’tn.”

Raph was tense and Leo could feel fire coming out of his nostrils. There was fear, there was reproach, but there was also some sense of this is the right thing to do, with all the risk they might expose themselves to.

“Raph,” his brother’s eyes were glued on the entrance vent, but Leo didn’t have time to snap him out of it. “Take this, I’mma talk to Chief Vincent and clear the zone. If this goes up in smoke, we need to save as many as possible.”

Handing his ear-piece to Raph, Leo patted his shoulders twice and took off in haste.

With short breath and thoughts about the impending doom, the red-clad turtle put the device in his ear and growled, “Fucking hell, D... Tell me it’s not gonna go boom with Mickey in there…”

There was a pause on the other’s side, a few mechanical clicks and then,

“Raph… There are twenty people in the building at the moment, not just Mickey…”

“Relax, bruh, I’m almost above the vault thingy.” Came the youngest brother’s response, energetic but a bit strained, “This place is SO freaking narrow, you could barely fit a – yuck, this thing’s sticky... Hey, I think we could’ve tried the back door. I mean -” Pause, - “oaah, guys? I think you should see this…”

There was a deep breath and silence. Raph didn’t get it.

“What? See what? Donnie, what?”

People were swarming around the bank, the cops started pushing them back. Chief Vincent was nowhere to be seen, the doors to the bank were locked, there was a black van parked near the entrance and a guy in a thick fire-resistant suit gearing up.

“Erm… Raph, can you spot Leo?” Donnie sounded a bit too uneasy.

“Spot Leo? What’s in there?”

“Bruuuh, this guy’s craayzaay… Donnie, can you see what I’m seeing?”

Raph couldn’t make out what Donatello said, but there was some kind of wheezing and coughing and beep beep beep beep and, out of a sudden, someone shouted - Donnie, in his ear, panicked.

“Mickey, get back. Get back now!”

Raph felt powerless, standing there, guarding, waiting, unseeing, unknowing.

“What’s going on?! Mickey? What’s –“

_______________________

It was pretty simple. All he had to do was to go in, leave the package and go out. But curiosity pushed him to open it. And he knew he wouldn’t come out of this alive.

The door slammed close as soon as he entered the lobby. The sound of it reverberated through the circular room and caught the employees’ attention. They were sitting at their corner offices, but their eyes were on him. What was to be done next? He went on, his face to the floor, burning and sweating. It wasn’t fear in his veins, he wasn’t afraid of being later recognized, he worried about his mind going over their faces and giving it the opportunity to trace over the light in their eyes, the life still there and pulsing. He didn’t want to give himself the chance of regretting this, any of it. These were simple people, doing their daily jobs. They were serving their own society, the cradle that pulled them from their ignorant infancy and brought them to this dark day. They paid with their own time, patience, health for some monthly wage that would let them sleep soundly, that would give them their next-day-comfort and pleasures, that would keep their taxes and debts at bay. These were the lucky ones, luckier than those beneath them. They all knew that, next morning, they would come back here to do the same work, play along the same story line. They would probably get out of their cotton clad beds (pretty modest, as their role dictated), hurriedly eat a slice of bread and butter and dress up smartly in their mandatory service-clothes, which made them right for their customers’ eyes to look upon. They were all fighting for their next day in this rabbit hole – the single thing which kept them alive and managing.

So he went on.

The package hung heavily in the plastic bag, the smiley -Thank you, come again – white shopping bag; Its weight cut into his fingers, which were already printed with the stupid Thank you, come again cheap ink. Thank you, come again –

Come again –

Again –

This didn’t have an Again. Only this time, this moment, right now.

He wished someone would interfere; some suit would step in front of him, some guard would shout out, something, someone. But no one interrupted his course.

The black marble’s shine caught a distorted reflection of all the faces from the room. All of the employees went back to their jobs; Maybe they thought nothing of him, just another delivery guy with some head problems and a tight schedule which kept him on edge, teeth jittering and shoulders trembling. After all, he didn’t look like someone who would step over their threshold with anything else but delivering some pizza or stationery in their mind.

Their fingers went back to pressing keys on their laptops. Their eyes - back to the blue lighted screen, on which dozens of thousand of numbers cascaded, dollars and euros and crowns and pounds.

Some of the clients were still watching, though. He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood and took a fugitive look at the blond guard – young and tall – next to the door that led to the other room. The door to the room was high and wide, thick and most importantly, locked. He knew he wouldn’t be let through it, conscious of the holey hoodey and grease stained jeans he was sporting. He didn’t get the change to change his damp sneakers either, nor the gloves worn ragged from all his fence-jumping and brick rubbing he did. And his face… it was probably as bruised as he felt it, and maybe his eyes were bloody red, the left one more swollen that the other, his lower lip mostly cracked open by a fist he got that morning. The blood wasn’t pouring, though, it had dried up a few hours before and it was now throwing a spikey shadow on his chin. Some of his hair burnt his forehead. He was most probably looking like a walking nightmare.

A well-worn, but thick carpet lengthened across the floor, from the middle of the room and up to the door, and it occurred to him that it absorbed the sharp sound of steps. The soles of his sneakers drowned in the thickness of it. His legs suddenly felt like counterweights, countering the heaviness of his arms and head. It felt like he was crossing through a swamp. The room behind the door, they’d said. Box one-oh-seven. You’ll see it marked #107, easy to spot, on the upper left side, they’d instructed.

Suddenly, he became aware of a shadow pressing on his form.

“Can I help you?”

He heard her voice even before he could catch a glimpse of her face, and when he swirled around slowly, his shoulders stopped their trembling and slumped. His mind couldn’t register anything about her, except the fact that this, in front of him, was a soon-to-be-dead woman. Condemned and unwillingly unaware of her fate. Innocent. The punishment was hanging above his head like a scythe.

He cleared the lump in his throat and didn’t answer. Instead, he got to the door and pushed against it with might, under the guard and the office-woman’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, you aren’t allowed to go in there. Please show me your permit.”

I know, I fucking know. I shouldn’t even be here. It’s not fair. I’m not allowed to enter, neither am I to stop. I must go on, I must. Please, I must. I’m sorry.

From the other side, the door opened and out came one of the posh clients. He caught the moment and slipped inside, pushed the door close, brought the safety lock in its place. He was here. He exhaled. He was here.

There was metal in the air, there were safety deposit boxes all around him, up to the ceiling, along the walls and he sniffed them like a mouse that could smell its cheese.

But there was someone else inside the room.

Only then was he seen, the other person’s panicked tone brought him back to reality, to the place he was in and the package he had in his hands. The guard pounded on the door on the other side of the room, keys rattled in the lock, the safety shook and his knees nearly gave out.

“Who are you? How did you get in here? Who let you in?” Another guard, a woman.

And he smiled. She stopped speaking. The crack on his lip split open as he smiled, his mind started buzzing, his hand was on the woman’s neck and no other sound came out. He squeezed his fingers until hers dropped from her belt, and only when she gripped his hand with both of hers, did he drop the package and slammed her into the floor. Her head burst open on the impact, the shopping bag fell around the armed bomb, the alarm started howling but all he could hear were the buzz in his head and the beep beep beep beep beep of the bomb.

Still, there was some distance between him and #107 so he shook away from the unmoving guard on the floor and picked the package back up between his arms.

beep beep beep beep beep...

He pressed the beeping cassette against the one-oh-seven, the magnetic core clicked and it remained attached. But he still kept his hand on it, feeling the vibrations.

The buzz in his head laced through the beeps and he closed his eyes, stood still and waited for the blast to engulf him...

and suddenly, the beep beep beep broke into a thunder.

#TMNT #Bayverse #Leonardo #Donatello #Raphael #Michelangelo #Leo #Donnie #Raph #Mickey #tmnt fanfiction #TMNT 2014 #TMNT 2016 #LeoxOC #DonniexOC #MickeyxOC #RaphxOC

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webrokethe4thwall · 4 years ago

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(just got done reading the rules) can you write a one shot where raph gets sick with a stomach bug as a little turtle tot?

Caught a Bug

Raph woke up slowly but not in a good way. His stomach felt tight, too full and too empty at the same time. His mouth was dryer than Donnie’s sense of humor. It was hard for him to lift his head from his pillow, let alone the rest of him from bed. His body ached all over, and he felt hot and cold at the same time. Any movement at all made him feel dizzy and nauseated. All in all, the seven-year-old snapping turtle felt awful. He wanted to go back to sleep.

“Boys! Time for breakfast!” Splinter shout was loud enough to fully awaken Raph.

Not wanting to worry his family by skipping breakfast, Raph got up. When a chill ran up his shell, he pulled his thick red sweatshirt over his head then sluggishly made his way down to the kitchen. It was a miracle he didn’t tumble down the steps with how heavy his body felt! Taking a moment to regain his balance, the snapping turtle paused at the kitchen door to watch his younger run past him in a frenzy as their father set the table.

“Morning,” Raph mumbled, rubbing at his eyes and swaying on his feet.

“Good morning, Red,” Splinter greeted his eldest son. He glanced at the snapping turtle mutant and gave him a worried look. “Although, you do not look so good right now. Did you not sleep well last night?”

“I slept fine,” Raph said with a shrug. He actually wanted to go back to bed. However, he didn’t want to worry his family, even if he felt like absolute garbage with his stomach twisting in every direction.

Splinter hummed, giving Raph another once over and carefully sniffing the air around him. The rat mutant opened his mouth to say something, but Donnie started pounding on Leo for shoving him into the wall. It was enough to give anyone a headache with the way Leo was yelling “It was an accident!” the entire time. With Splinter’s attention drawn away by his brothers’ middle-child nonsense, Raph lifted himself up to the table next to Mikey. His stomach gurgled loudly and a wave of nausea hit that the snapping turtle found difficult to fight down.

Mikey gave Raph a concerned look and said, “Maybe you if to eat you’ll feel better.”

Mikey could be right, but with the way Raph’s stomach flip-flopped at the thought of food… The snapping turtle shrugged and glanced at what Splinter had made for breakfast. Scrambled eggs loaded with cheese and veggies, bacon piled high, bananas sliced up in a bowl, and a plate of toast sat upon the table. The sight and smells were overwhelming.

One a normal day, Raph would usually pile as much food onto his plate as he could get away with, but right now it was all too much. The way the cheese oozed around the eggs made his stomach churn. He could smell the grease that was starting to congeal on the bacon. The bananas were riper than his fear stink. The only thing Raph thought he could tolerate was the toast. It wasn’t fair! Pop’s scrambled eggs were the best!

Splinter successfully broke up Donnie and Leo and got them settled at the table. While they and Mikey eagerly plated their meal, Raph reluctantly grabbed a piece of toast. He stared at the lightly burnt slice of bread for longer than he truly needed to and carefully took a bite. It was a struggle to even swallow the toast with how dry his mouth was.

Splinter, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey stared at him in shock. Splinter rounded the table and felt his eldest son’s forehead and immediately pulled his hand back. Raph had a fever. Turtles were cold-blooded and not supposed to get fevers, but since his sons were mutated with human DNA, they didn’t follow that law of nature. His eldest son was sick.

“Raphael,” Splinter said softly, rubbing the snapping turtle’s cheek, “what is wrong?”

Raph wilted into Splinter’s hand. He didn’t want his dad to worry! But he couldn’t lie, not when Pops used his name like that.

“My belly just hurts a little is all…” he answered.

An acidic taste began to rise from his throat, and Raph knew what that meant. He snatched a cup of water from the table and took a gulp to keep the sensation at bay.

“You sure, Raph?” Donnie asked, pushing his glasses up to examine his older brother.

“Yeah,” Leo agreed. He leaned on top of Donnie to get closer. “You look greener than normal.”

Raph shook his head quickly and stuttered, “I’m o-o—urk!”

The snapping turtle slammed his hands over his nose and mouth. The smells were too much. He shouldn’t have shaken his head that fast. The acidic taste was getting worse. Raph couldn’t fight it any longer. He ran to the bathroom, vaguely aware of Splinter calling out to him.

Raph barely lifted the toilet seat up before his stomach finally gave the great lurch. Sharp, vile, and burning from the bottom of his throat to the tip of his nose, he retched as his stomach contents emptied into the bowl. Tears pricked at the poor child’s eyes from the pain and humiliation. The smell was more foul than any stink he’d given off in his life, and the I-just-puked-stink he was giving off now was awful. A hand rested on his shell as the vomiting eased to dry heaves. Raph looked up to see Splinter frowning in concern.

“Let’s brush your teeth and get you back to bed,” Splinter said, lifting his son to his feet.

Raph wiped at his mouth, grimacing at the sick that soaked into his sleeve. His mouth felt fresher after brushing his teeth, but his stomach still rebelled against his body and he was tired. Splinter carried the snapping turtle to his room, replaced his soiled sweatshirt with comfy pajamas, and tucked him into bed.

“I-I couldn’t hold it in anymore,” Raph said shakily. “Pops, why’m I sick?”

“It’s okay, Red,” Splinter placed a hand on the snapping turtle’s shoulder. “Sometimes we just get sick and need help getting better. And right now it looks like you have a stomach bug that needs to be taken care of.”

“I hate bugs!” Raph shuddered. Bugs were as bad as puppets!

“I know you do,” Splinter laughed. “I’ll find something that will help get rid of it. Just sit tight and rest.” He patted Raph’s head then left his son’s room. He saw the other three turtles loitering just outside the doorway. “Purple, Blue, Orange, I need you three to keep an eye on Red for a little while. He isn’t feeling well, and I’m going to get him something to help with his stomach. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Donnie, Leo, and Mikey watched Splinter throw on his “Randall” disguise and slip out of the Lair. The three gave each other a nod before splitting up. Donnie headed to the living room, Leo went to the laundry room, and Mikey dove into the bedrooms. It wasn’t often that they got sick with anything beyond a cold, but the turtles knew how to help make their big brother feel better.

Raph rolled over in his bed with a groan. His belly felt awful! Every little movement made him want to—“Blergh!”—made him hurl. Why did he feel like this? He was just fine yesterday! Now he was puking, aching, dizzy, and tired. He couldn’t tell if the sharp odor in the air was vomit or his sick-stink. The snapping turtle closed his eyes, curling up in a ball and wanting Splinter to come back already.

When something soft thumped against his head, Raph cracked an eye open. Mikey was tossing stuffed animals and pillows onto his bed. Donnie tied the bag in his trashcan, replaced it, and carried the sick away with a pair of kitchen tongs. Leo stumbled in with his arms laden with blankets and sheets. Raph slowly pulled himself to sit upright and stared at his brothers with concern.

“Guys, Pops said I’ve got a stomach bug,” the eldest turtle warned. “You’re gonna get sick too if you’re here!” The last thing he wanted was his little brothers to catch what he had.

“Dad told us to keep an eye on you,” Donnie shrugged, booting up his secondhand laptop as he sat at Raph’s side. “So we’re making a blanket fort to watch movies in.”

“We’re not gonna watch you be sick and be bored at the same time,” Leo said from where he stood on the edge of Raph’s bed, hanging blankets and sheets in a tent overhead. “So pick a good movie before Donnie plays a documentary or something else lame.”

Donnie glared up at his younger twin but did nothing beyond that. It was very telling how concerned he was for their big brother that he didn’t start arguing with Leo that his documentaries weren’t lame.

��But I don’t want you guys puking up your spleens,” Raph countered.

His belly really hurt from all the retching, and his brothers didn’t need to go through that. Speaking of, Raph pitched forward as his stomach once again revolted against him. He dry-heaved into the waste bin Donnie shoved into his hands.

“Do you really want us to go?” Mikey asked sadly. His eyes shined from his best puppy-dog pout.

“No…,” Raph mumbled. He took one look at his baby brother, saw all the effort his siblings were putting into helping him feel better, and replaced the trashcan clutched to his chest with a teddy bear. The snapping turtle felt awful and scared and didn’t want to be alone. He wanted his brothers to stay.

Mikey immediately brightened. He climbed up onto the bed to rearrange the pillows and stuffed animals around the fort. What good was a blanket fort if it wasn’t comfy? Leo dropped a blanket over each of his brothers’ shoulders, and all four drew closer together as Donnie started a Jupiter Jim movie. Raph lay on a pillow incline, pulling his blanket up to cover everything but his eyes. Donnie and Leo lay on either side of him, and Mikey draped himself over the snapping turtle’s spikey shell. Raph finally felt warm.

It wasn’t until an hour later, when Jupiter Jim and Red Fox were separated by alien robot vampires, that Raph felt his stomach flop once again. He shot out of the pillow fort and tumbled out of bed for the trashcan set just by the edge. Mikey fell back with a shout, but Donnie caught him without hesitation. The snapping turtle retched and dry-heaved. He just wanted to be better already! A sob escape from the snapping turtle as he tightened his grip on the trashcan. Leo slipped down from the bed and rubbed Raph’s trembling shoulders.

That was the scene Splinter walked into when he returned to the Lair—Raph sobbing with Leo at his side, Mikey and Donnie fighting tears of their own as they clung to each other, and all of them turning to him as though he had the answer to end this suffering. It was true that the rat mutant’s arms were laden with plastic bags filled with bottles of ginger ale, a special rehydration drink, and liquid Pepto-Bismol. However, he wasn’t sure if any of them would work for a mutated snapping turtle, but he had to try for the sake of his ailing child. Splinter placed the bags on the ground then knelt by Raph’s side.

“Purple, Blue, Orange, go wash your hands,” Splinter ordered gently. “I’ll take over from here.” After watching Donnie and Mikey slip off of the bed and trudge slowly after Leo out of the room, Splinter focused completely on Raph and hefted the snapping turtle into his arms. “Alright, Little Red, back into bed. I’ve got some medicine and drinks that will help your belly feel better.”

“What is it?” Raph whimpered, balking at the thought of drinking anything regardless of how thirsty he felt. He’d just puke it back up again!

“The pharmacist said to take one capful of this medicine every hour to help manage the puking,” Splinter explained, laying Raph back inside the pillow fort, “and to drink some ginger ale and this special juice to help keep you hydrated.” He poured some ginger ale into a cup on the bedside table, handing it and a small medicine cup full of pink liquid to his son. “Take small sips.”

Raph held the medicine cup to his mouth, squeezed his eyes shut, and gulped it down. He gaged on the taste—like those heart candies they had found in the dumpsters after Valentine’s Day—and immediately sipped the ginger ale. The fizzy drink was welcomed, soothing his throat and dry mouth.

Now all Raph felt now was tired. His eyes grew heavier by the second, and with Splinter rubbing his head and humming, the snapping turtle didn’t stand a chance for staying awake. He sank into the pillows and stuffed animals that had remained from the emergency exit he made, and a blanket was tucked around his shoulders. It wasn’t long before Raph was fully asleep.

After he was sure his son was asleep, Splinter closed up the fort as best he could and left to check on Donnie, Leo, and Mikey. They had been worried about their brother when he had sent them out earlier, and they deserved an update. He didn’t need to search for them for very long. They were sitting across the atrium in Leo’s doorway, huddled together with their eyes glued on Raph’s room.

“You three did a very good job watching over Red while I was gone,” Splinter praised his children. He smiled at each of them. “He is sleeping now, so I want you all to be very quiet for him.”

“That should be easy enough,” Donnie said. It was easy enough for him to tinker quietly in his budding lab, and surely his younger brothers had some games in the arcade that wouldn’t cause disruption to Raph’s sleep.

“Is Raphie gonna be okay, Dad?” Mikey asked.

Leo followed up by asking, “And is what he has contagious?”

“He should be better in a day or two with plenty of rest,” Splinter said. “However, I don’t know how contagious he is at the moment. Don’t touch your eyes or mouths after being around Red without washing your hands. Did you all wash them like I told you?” He sighed in relief when he received three nods. “Good.”

Hours later, Raph woke up feeling better than he had that morning. His stomach was still cramping, and his body still ached; but the snapping turtle didn’t feel exhausted after just waking up. His mouth felt dry, though. He saw a bottle of the special juice Splinter got for him on his nightstand. Picking up the bottle, Raph read “Pedialyte Cherry Punch” on the label. He didn’t really care for cherries but, remembering his father’s advice, took small sips anyway. He still felt like puking, but he managed to get down a few mouthfuls before putting the bottle back on the nightstand.

A moment later, his father and little brothers peeked into his room. Mikey carried a plate with a slice of perfectly tanned plain toast and an unpeeled banana and placed it beside the bottle on the nightstand. Splinter gave the snapping turtle a once over.

“How are you feeling, Red?” Splinter asked.

“Still kinda puke-y,” Raph said slowly, “but I feel a little better.”

“It may take a day or two until that feeling goes away, son,” Splinter said. “Have some more medicine and try to eat some food.”

As Raph grimaced at the taste of Pepto-Bismol and slowly ate the toast to get rid of its flavor, Donnie, Leo, and Mikey crowded in front of him. They looked up at him with varying degrees of worry.

“Is there anything we can do for you, big brother?” Donnie asked.

Raph picked at the hem of the blanket pooling around his legs and shyly mumbled, “…Stay for a while?”

Splinter chuckled as his sons climbed onto Raph’s bed and reorganized the blanket fort so it would be more accommodating to the four turtle mutants and their rat-dad. Raph truly felt content when his father joined them and placed him on his lap, blanket wrapped over his head and teddy bear clutched to his chest. Donnie picked up the laptop from where it was tucked between the nightstand and bed and started up the Jupiter Jim movie from the beginning.

Raph felt lucky to have a family that cared so much about him. For the next two days, he had been sick. His brothers and Splinter were always checking in on him, making sure he was staying hydrated and eating, rubbing his shell or head when he did puke, and keeping him company when he asked. The snapping turtle got stir-crazy at times from how smothering his little brothers could be (He had to argue with Mikey to get out of bed to use the toilet!), but he knew it was all out of love. Raph usually did the same thing and coddled Donnie, Leo, and Mikey excessively if they so much as stubbed a toe. He was just happy that his brothers never caught what he had.

However, a few weeks after Raph recovered from his stomach bug, something weird happened with their dad. Splinter caught a fever, cranked the AC down to its lowest setting, and shaved off all of his fur. It was the most terrifying sight any of the young boys had ever borne witness to. Then he started attacking, cuddling, singing way off key, writing crossover fanfiction, and just freaking out all of the young turtles. It only stopped when they all yelled at Splinter to act normal again. He almost immediately complied! This sickness was later dubbed the rat-flu, and it would plague the five mutants more than any other sickness they would ever contract.

#anon request #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #sick fic #cross-posting on Ao3 and FFN #may your ink flow free and run ever present with your imagination #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt splinter #fanfiction #my fanfic #writing #my writing #turtle tots #vomit warning

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440mxs-wife · 4 years ago

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Learning to Be Human

Imagine: Castiel's grace is gone, so you decide to teach him in the ways of being human. Along the way, you find you are developing special feelings for the angel-turned-human. When he gets his grace back, you make an amazing discovery.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains on the small window in your bedroom. You opened one eye to see the time on your bedside clock. 9:24 a.m. Wow, I didn't realize I had slept in that much. Time to get up, I suppose, you thought reluctantly to yourself.

You hopped in the shower to try and get more fully awake. You picked out your favorite pair of faded jeans, a purple scoop-neck T-shirt and black button-down overshirt. Your black ankle boots and simple jewelry completed your outfit for the day.

You wandered into the kitchen, following the aroma of brewing coffee. Someone must have set the automatic timer, because you were the only one awake at the moment. You retrieved your mixing bowls from the cupboard. You took out the large one for pancake batter and a smaller one for scrambling the eggs. You brought out the skillet for frying bacon, then turned to the fridge for your ingredients.

You had just closed the fridge door when you saw Castiel had entered the kitchen. You must have sensed his presence, because his sudden appearance didn't startle you as much. When he was an angel, his random appearances and disappearances frequently caught you off-guard.

"Good morning," he said with a smile.

"Good morning, Castiel, I hope you slept well," you replied, returning his smile.

"I did, and thank you for asking. What are you making?" he asked.

"Pancakes, eggs and bacon," you answered. You opened the pantry and pulled out the pancake mix and started measuring it for the number of pancakes you wanted to make.

"May I assist you in any way? Cooking is something I'm sure I'll need to learn, the longer I'm human," he mentioned. That, and it allows me to spend time closer to you, he thought.

"That would be wonderful," you responded, blushing a little. "If you want to help, you can start by cracking open some eggs into this bowl," you said as you pushed the bowl towards him. "I think we'll use the whole dozen today, because you know how breakfast is the most important meal of the day," you grinned.

You added the water to the pancake flour and started whisking the two ingredients together. When there were no more lumps, you turned on the griddle for cooking the pancakes. You also heated up the skillet for the bacon and put a few slices in. You handed Cas a fork to scramble the eggs. "I'll wait to cook the eggs until after the bacon is done. That way, the bacon flavor will carry over to the eggs."

"You truly are a marvel in the kitchen. I hope to learn a lot from you in this area of knowledge," Cas remarked. "Where did you learn your skills?" he asked.

"Thank you, Cas. My mom taught me everything she knew, then the rest I picked up along the way. For example, this using the bacon grease for the eggs? That's my mom. Whenever she was done cooking bacon for a Bacon, Lettuce and Tomato sandwich, she would always ask if anyone wanted eggs also. She probably learned that from her mom, and so on," you said softly.

Cas came up next to you and placed his hand on yours. "I know you lost your parents at a young age, which must have been terrible for you. But I'm sure they're watching over you, and that they are proud of the woman you have become," he said. With his index finger, he turned your face so that you were staring directly into his ocean-blue eyes.

At that moment, Dean walked into the kitchen, followed closely by Sam. Dean loudly cleared his throat as he reached behind you for his coffee cup. "Good morning, you two," he smirked. You mumbled "good morning" in reply, then returned your attention towards making breakfast. You put the bacon and pancakes on platters, the eggs in a bowl then took them to the table. You got down three plates from the cabinet, three forks from the drawer and passed them out to the boys.

"Aren't you having anything?" Sam asked.

"You guys go ahead, I'm not feeling well right now," you replied, exiting the kitchen and heading to your room. Laundry Day. That'll keep my mind occupied, you thought.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Castiel could tell that something was bothering you, and he decided to ask you about it after breakfast. He put a little of everything on his plate and tasted it. The food was so delicious that he closed his eyes in appreciation.

"So, Cas, what's going on with you two? When I walked in here, I could swear I saw sparks flying between you two," Dean started.

"There's nothing going on between us, I just enjoy her company. She was sharing a memory she had about cooking, then she got a little sad at the mention of her mother. I wanted to comfort her, so I told her that her parents would be proud of the woman she had become," Cas replied. Since he had finished his breakfast, he took his dirty dishes to the sink and left in search of you.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Yeah. Right. Nothing going on between them," Dean muttered.

"So what if there is, Dean? They're are our friends, right? Why shouldn't we want them to be happy?" Sam asked.

"Yeah? And what happens when he gets his grace back? You know those dicks upstairs aren't going to approve of an angel being in love with a human. I just don't want to see anyone get hurt, that's all," he finished.

"I'm sure that they'll figure things out as they go. And if/when he gets his grace back, they'll deal with it then, too," Sam replied. "Besides, I think it's cute."

"Cute, huh? We'll see," Dean mumbled.

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You found an empty laundry basket and started to gather your clothes to be laundered. You were running low on socks, so it was a good thing today was Laundry Day. You looked around your room and noticed you had a coffee cup and water glass that belonged back in the kitchen. Then I'll have the breakfast dishes to get done, you thought with a groan.

You walked out into the main living area with your basket of dirty clothes. You then announced that if anyone had laundry they wanted done, they need to bring it to the laundry room. If not, they would have to do it themselves. All three boys jumped up and headed to their rooms, while you continued on to start your laundry.

Cas was the first one to bring his laundry in, setting his basket on top of the dryer and out of your way. He placed his hand on your shoulder and you turned to face him. "You know, you shouldn't have to worry about doing everyone's laundry. You already do so much for all of us," he remarked as he added his clothes to yours in the washing machine.

"It's all right, Cas, I'm used to it. You guys do all the tough stuff, out there fighting the monsters. I keep the light on for you at home, that's my contribution. Besides, I know you like the lavender-scented fabric softener I use, don't deny it," you teased, tapping the end of his nose. You headed into the kitchen to start on the clean-up from breakfast.

As you turned to leave, Cas took your hand. "Listen, I'm sorry if I upset you this morning, making you talk about your mother. I don't like seeing you sad," he said softly.

"Thank you, Cas. I don't mind talking about her, it's just hard sometimes. No worries, Cas," you smiled, assuring him, patting his arm as you walked by him.

You went into the kitchen to start cleaning up from breakfast, only to run into Sam taking care of the dishes. "Wow, thank you, Sam! I appreciate you for cleaning up," you said.

"Well you know, it's the least I can do, seeing as how you made such a fabulous breakfast," he grinned.

You pulled up a chair to keep Sam company while he worked. "Sam? I need to ask you about something," you started nervously.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"How long have you and Dean known Cas?" you inquired.

He thought for a minute, "Oh. Well, for about the past ten years or so," he answered.

"In all that time, have you ever seen him in a relationship with anyone?" you asked, your voice about an octave higher than usual.

"I don't kn--wait, are you trying to tell me that you have feelings for Cas?" he grinned.

"What?? No....no....yes," you said softly. "He's just so sweet. He helped me make breakfast this morning and he always seems so concerned about how I'm feeling. His smile makes my heart happy, and when he looks at me with those intense blue eyes, I can barely breathe. I could sit and talk to him for hours about anything, just to hear the sound of his voice. I know he's human now and wants to learn more about what humans do. I like that he keeps asking me to show him things, because it means that we get to spend time together," you finished.

"That's because you're patient with him and you're kind of cute," Dean broke into the conversation. "As two humans, you might have a shot at a relationship together. Trust me sweetheart, when Cas gets his grace back, you can forget about that. Angels and humans don't mix, according to the rules of Heaven," he finished.

"DEAN!" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh come on, Sam, I'm just laying it all out there for her to see. She should know the truth," Dean snapped.

"I think you did that very well, Dean. Thank you for setting me straight. I shouldn't be wasting any time thinking that Cas might return my feelings. Why would he anyway? I'm just a stupid human," you said, tears spilling from your eyes as you ran out the back door.

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"Way to go Dean, you drove her off, and she's crying!" Sam admonished.

Castiel entered the room and demanded to know who was upset and crying. Sam explained that you were upset and had taken off out the back door. It was because of something Dean had said when he decided to tell you how well it works for angels and humans to be in love.

Cas walked up to Dean, looked him straight in the eye and said, "Why did you do that? Why would you deliberately make her cry?? Do you have any idea how special she is? Do you, Dean?? Because I do.

“Every day, I can't wait for her to wake up so that I can talk to her, just to hear what she'll say. Her laugh is the most musical sound I've ever heard. Her smile is contagious, and her mere presence lights up any room she happens to be in. She always puts others before herself, and she is the kindest and most loving person I've ever met. So I ask you again, Dean Winchester, what made you think it was all right to make her cry?" Castiel thundered.

Sam looked back and forth from Cas to Dean, waiting to see which one of them would make the next move. Sam had no idea that Cas felt this way about you, never mind the fact that he went toe-to-toe with Dean to express his feelings.

"Cas, you have to think about what happens when you get your grace back. No matter how you feel about her, Heaven isn't going to be too happy about an angel in love with a human," Dean stated.

Castiel stopped to consider something he hadn't before. "Love? Could that be what I'm feeling for her? Could she possibly feel the same about me?" Cas wondered.

"I would say that it is love you have for her, Cas. She was just in here talking to me about you, saying a lot of the same things you just said about her. Maybe you should go find her and have a talk with her," Sam suggested.

At that moment, the bunker door opened and Gabriel walked in. "What the hell do you want?" Dean demanded.

"Please! I come bearing gifts! It wasn't easy, but I located this," he answered. In his hand was a glass capsule full of a blue swirling liquid.

"My grace...." Cas whispered. He took it from Gabriel's hand and turned it over and over in his hand, but did not yet swallow it.

"Cas?" Gabriel asked. "What are you waiting for? Isn't this what you've been looking for all this time? Why don't you take it in?" he asked.

"I have to do something first," he responded, walking out the back door.

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You had been out in your sanctuary in the woods for quite a while before you heard footsteps. You looked down from your rocky perch and saw that it was Castiel. "Hello, Castiel," you said softly.

"Hello. I understand you had a conversation with Dean that didn't go well. I'm sorry to hear that he upset you," Cas replied.

"It's not your fault, Cas. He's probably right in some way. I mean, what chance at love would I have with someone as wonderful as you, whether you're a human or an angel? I treasure our friendship too much to risk it, especially when you probably don't feel the same way about me," you finished, your eyes cast downward.

"Sweetheart, look at me. Please don't hide your eyes from me," he gently chided, lifting your chin so you could see his face. "They're so beautiful, I could get lost for an eternity in your eyes. As for how I feel about you, well....I had a talk with Sam about it, and....truthfully, you brighten my life just by being in it. There are so many things I love about you," he stated.

Cas reached in his pocket to pull out a glass capsule that you knew had to contain his grace. "I wanted to tell you how I feel before taking this in. Angel or human, I believe that am in love with you," he declared before opening the capsule and absorbing his grace. As soon as he had taken it all in, his eyes glowed a brilliant blue and you could see the power flowing through him. You also saw what had to be wings on his back.

"Cas?" you inquired, tentatively reaching your hand forward. "Are those your wings? They're beautiful," you remarked softly.

"You can see them? What color are they?" he asked cautiously.

"They're ebony, with flecks of gold sprinkled throughout the feathers," you answered, causing a smile to spread across his face.

"Do you know what this means, my love?" You shook your head. Cas took you in his arms and before you knew it, his lips were pressed against yours. They were as soft as you expected them to be, but with a depth of emotion behind them you had never before felt.

"It means that you are my soulmate. We are meant to be together, sweetheart. Forever," he whispered. He dove in again to capture your lips with his in a fiery kiss. His wings wrapped around you in a protective and warm embrace. "I love you, Castiel," you declared as you looked into his vibrant blue eyes.

"I love you," Cas said softly.

The two of you walked back to the bunker holding hands, with your fingers intertwined. Cas could've teleported you, but you decided to make the most of your time alone together. Sam and Dean were still in the kitchen when you got back. The fact that you were holding hands did not escape notice.

"Everything okay with you two?" Sam asked.

You looked up at Castiel, love shining in your eyes. "Everything is just perfect," you answered shyly.

"Turns out that she is my soulmate," Cas announced.

"Dude, you mean she can see your wings?" Dean asked, to which you nodded.

"Well hey, congratulations, you two!" Sam exclaimed.

"Thank you, Sam," You grinned as you leaned your head against his chest and looked up into his mesmerizing eyes.

"I love you, Castiel."

"I love you too, my darling," Cas smiled and touched his forehead to yours.

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