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choixsimple · 6 months ago
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if you, like me, are autistic or otherwise afflicted with sensory issues and you hear a weird noise while at home the answer is "fridge." it doesn't matter what the noise was. fridges were created to drive people with sensory issues insane.
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mrs-gucci · 4 years ago
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Spread ‘Em Wide {Clyde Logan x pregnant!Reader}
author’s notes: hellooo! happy memorial day everyone :) I’m so soft for Clyde and his pregnant girl...but I’m also horny. so, this is the resulting fic lol
**this is part of the Clyde & Pumpkin AU**
warnings: smut. fluff. literally just smut. error: plot not found. pregnancy/belly kink. some breeding kink (v light, though). use of a clit vibrator. a dash of dirty talk. 
(possible) tw’s: pregnancy.
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“Oh pumpkin, oh honey…” Clyde sighs, kissing your lips as his hands gently hold your hips, pulling you further onto his lap. 
You whine softly into his mouth, already feeling your panties soaking. Pregnancy hormones were no joke, you’ve discovered, especially in the second trimester when you began showing. 
Luckily, Clyde is always ready and willing to help you out with your sudden feelings of intense horniness.
“Ye look so pretty, so fuckin’ beautiful all swollen like this.” He moans, hips pressing up against you. “Love havin’ ya on top of me, pressin’ yer big belly on me, pumpkin.”
You bite your lip, looking down at your handsome husband with lust-blown eyes. “Yeah? You like seeing me pregnant?”
“Shit, oh god, y-yeah.”
His cock throbs beneath his jeans and he groans, nodding eagerly, beard gently scratching your neck as he kisses and nips your skin.
Your hands run through his hair as he continues his assault on your neck, covering seemingly every inch of it with kisses.
“Wanna put ‘nother one in ye, pumpkin, keep ya swollen ‘s long as I can.” His hips buck up gently as he nips your collarbones. “Love burying my cum in ya.”
You moan softly as he pulls your shirt up over your head, licking his lips when his eyes come in contact with your breasts. You’ve grown two sizes during the pregnancy, and you practically spill out of every bra you own now, even if you buy the correct size.
Clyde loves it, though, and his mouth instantly gets to work on the exposed mounds poking out the top of the cups. “Jesus, I love these tits so fuckin’ much, love seein ‘em spill out of yer bra. So big, so full...fuck.”
“P-Please.” You whine, starting to bounce lightly up and down on him. “I’m ready for you, wanna ride your big fat cock, Clyde.”
He growls, holding your hips still.
“So eager, hm? I think I wanna take ye from behind today, pumpkin, get real far inside ye so that I can put my cum in nice n’ deep.”
The prospect makes you shudder with excitement. “Where do y-you want me?”
His lips curl up into a small smirk and he leans forward, mouthing at your earlobe, breath hot.
“Go on upstairs n’ bend yourself over on the bed. Take these leggin’s off, hold onto the headboard, n’ spread yer legs nice n’ wide for me. Can ye do that, pumpkin?”
You quickly nod and get up off his lap, walking upstairs as fast as was possible with a pregnant belly. Your leggings are all but torn off, with a bit of maneuvering of course, before you take your position on the bed. 
Clyde comes up a minute later, groaning softly as he sees you fully naked and bent over just as he’d asked. He quickly sheds his clothes and strokes himself as he walks up beside you, spreading your lips with his prosthetic, extra careful as your glistening folds are exposed. 
He suddenly gets an idea, pulling away and walking over to the closet, pulling out one of your favorite clit vibrators. He puts a dot of lube on the toy before turning to the lowest setting, setting it gently on your sensitive nub.
The way you gasp and your hips instinctively roll down against it makes Clyde throb in his palm.
“Yeah, yer pussy loves this lil thing, huh pumpkin?”
You nod, biting your lip as your hips grind roughly and desperately down onto the small toy. You’re sweating with the effort, quickly reaching the edge of orgasm. He couldn’t believe how quickly you’d reached this point.
“G-Gon--gonna fucking c-cum, baby.”
When Clyde senses you’re about to orgasm, he clicks the button, turning it up a setting. Your eyes fly open and you cry out as an intense and sudden climax hits. 
“Fuck, oh god, C-Clyde!”
The headboard bangs on the wall as your hips buck and squirm against the vibrations, enjoying the delicious pressure and subtle pain of overstimulation.
As soon as you’re finished, he turns off the toy and tosses it onto his pile of clothes, quickly mounting the mattress behind you. He rubs his cockhead through your slick, moaning softly when he feels how much has come along with your orgasm before lining up with your entrance.
“Ya ready, pumpkin?”
You nod, and he holds your hips as he pushes forward, sheathing himself fully inside you with a long, drawn out growl.
“Lord...j-jesus christ, Y/N.”
Your hands tighten against the beam of the headboard as your body begins rocking back and forth with each snap of your husband’s skilled hips. 
“O-Oh, Clyde, baby…”
“Goddamn lil pussy’s gon’ be the d-death o’ me, I s-swear.” He mumbles, fucking you a little faster. “Yer fuckin’ soaked, pumpkin, so wet fer my c-cock.”
The whole bed squeaks and creaks against the hardwood as Clyde fucks you harder, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls.
“Y-Yes, baby, yes!” You cry when he begins stroking that one special spot inside of you. “Right there, oh yeah honey, right f-fucking there!”
Clyde absolutely loves it when you make lots of noise for him, because he knows it’s all genuine. That’s one thing you told him right off the bat when you first met ten years ago, that you’d never, ever fake sexual noises or releases. And you never did.
His strokes speed up and he switches the position of his thrusts a bit so that he’s now coming up a bit underneath you. This allowed him to fully rub against your g-spot while also continuing the deep penetration that comes with the doggy-style position.
You’re seeing stars as you cum for the second time that evening, tears burning in your eyes as you cry out again with orgasm. Your walls grip him tightly and spasm around him, hips jerking randomly as you ride out your climax.
He cums not too long after you, good hand reaching up to grip your shoulder as he ruts his hips erratically, cock buried as deeply inside you as it can while rope after rope of thick seed spurts into your cunt.
“Fuck, p-pumpkin, take it all inside ye. That’s--ohhhh--that’s right, ma g-good girl, ma good lil w-wife.”
It’s already pouring out of you even before Clyde pulls out, dripping down your thighs and even some onto the bedding below. He always has really big loads, which at first he was embarrassed by, but you quickly showed him how much you loved it when he made a mess of you.
Both of you are catching your breath as Clyde slides out of you, then gets up to grab a warm washcloth. He wipes your folds gently, planting a soft kiss on your oversensitive clit before wiping up your thighs, nonchalantly tossing the used cloth aside before laying down. He has a hand on your back the entire time you gently lay down onto the bed, pulling you close once you’re down comfortably. 
His textured fingertips lightly trace random patterns on your swollen stomach, laughing softly to himself when the baby starts kicking. You laugh, too, your fingers playing with his raven waves.
“She knows her daddy already.” You say with a smile.
Clyde beams with pride, scooting down so that his face can be nice and close to your stomach.
“Hey there, lil peach. Yer mom ‘n me are real excited to meet ya in a few months, an’ so are yer aunt and uncle. You’re already so loved, peach, yer not gon’ know what to do with all of it when ya finally get here.”
You both laugh softly, and your eyes fill up with tears as you rub the back of Clyde’s head. He kisses your bump, hand still rubbing it, before sliding back up to kiss you on the lips.
“Yer amazin’, ya know that? Givin’ me a daughter, carryin’ her fer me...I’ll never be able to repay ya in this lifetime, but I’ll do my damndest.” He smiles, kissing you again. “I love ya so damn much, Y/N, ma beautiful wife ‘n momma of m’ daughter.”
Tears are beginning to dribble down your cheeks, feeling so overwhelmed with love at this moment. You’re sure that you’ll never get used to Clyde’s love and appreciation for you, but you still treasure it very, very much.
You nuzzle your nose against his, unable to wipe the smile from your expression.
“I love you more, Clyde.”
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21burritoseavey · 4 years ago
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Like Everybody Else - daniel seavey imagine
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a/n: I hope you like this, i didn’t want to make it too sad lol. Also, kinda random but how many of you use :), :( or :/ in texts? cos I do. Let me know what you think.
Song: Lennon Stella, Like Everybody Else
Run fast, run away, run straight into the loneliness
It isn't only home I miss
 “How's tour?” Y/n asked excitedly, taking a seat on the cushioned floor next to Anna. 
 Daniel smiled gently, “It’s...great.” Daniel spoke gingerly. “It would be so much better if you were with me” He continued easily. 
 “Aww, Dani” Y/n’s cheeks flushed bright pink at his sweet words, and she giggled timidly. 
 “Aww, you two are just the cutest” Anna said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. Him and Y/n chuckled lightly on opposite ends of the FaceTime call. 
 “How are you two doing then?” Daniel asked with a tight smile. 
 “We’re doing great! Keri’s gonna take us snowboarding tomorrow with your family!” Y/n spoke positively. Daniel’s eyes lingered fondly on Y/n’s. He happily relished in the feeling of love that played in her toothy smile and soft gaze. 
 Daniel’s blurry, muddled mind cleared as memories of past family adventures emerged at the sight of innocent kids playing in the distant snow from out the window. The snow fell as gracefully as feathers. 
 Daniel turned back to his phone after what seemed like ages. “That’s great. I’m glad you’re having so much fun.” He said quietly. “I miss you guys so much.” He breathed, his voice slightly wavering. The girls didn’t notice the slight sadness etched in his voice. He rushed to end the call, not wanting to fall apart in front of them. “I gotta go. I love you guys!” He rushed out before hanging up. He tossed his phone to the edge of his bunk and set his face in his hands morosely. 
 Like the night all my friends got together
Heard about it afterwards
Didn't think was gunna hurt so much
Daniel trudged out of the interview room tiredly. His bandmates followed close behind with faces full of energy and voices dripping in excitement. The boys’ brand-new freedom allowed for tons of new adventures in the unexplored town and while the other guys almost sprinted out of the building, Daniel wanted nothing more than to be alone with his thoughts. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and tapped Y/n’s name on messages nearly unknowingly, like it was muscle memory. “Daniel, come on, we’re waiting outside.” Jonah called gently from a few paces away. Daniel lifted his gaze and let a small smile play on his lips as he spoke. “Yeah, just a sec.”
 “Hi” He typed quickly, shuffling his feet slowly toward the elevator. His screen illuminated after a few seconds. 
 “Hey:)” Y/n responded. Daniel’s tense body relaxed at the simple message from his girlfriend, and he let the corners of his lips pull upwards to form a faint smile. 
 “What you up to?” He continued. A moment later he received a photo from Y/n and opened his hesitantly. The image loaded to reveal Y/n with a couple other friends of theirs. The dark atmosphere sparked his memory and he remembered Oscar’s birthday party. Their happy faces shone bright even in the nearly non-existent light of the club. Daniel’s smile faltered at the sight of them and he couldn’t help but feel a great amount of envy swallow his mood. He wanted them to be happy, but he wanted to be happy too. 
 “Daniel,” Jonah whispered sharply again. It was only at that moment that Daniel realised he had barely moved from his initial spot, and he chuckled lightly at his friend’s serious expression. He jogged over. “What’s got you so glum?” Jonah asked teasingly as they headed into the empty elevator. He turned back to see Daniel truthfully upset and his expression quickly broke. “What’s up, man?” He asked earnestly, setting a comforting hand on Daniel’s back. 
 “Y/n...and the others...” Daniel said simply, dropping his gaze to his pink sneakers. 
 Jonah looked a little bewildered. He narrowed his eyes, “What? What do you mean? Did they do something?” He rushed out. 
 “D-don’t worry about it.” Daniel dismissed with a gentle shrug. He averted his gaze to the sign above the door and watched it light up silently as they reached their floor. 
 Why if I'm doin' so well
Did I build a wall between me and the world?
Daniel was sitting up on his bunk bed, leaning against his single pillow with his legs stretched out and ankles crossed lightly. He was still dressed in his outfit - too tired of even changing into something comfier. He stared blankly at his Instagram timeline on his phone, scrolling mindlessly through photos etched with fun and adventure. The high, creaking noise of the door swinging open shot Daniel out of his faint trance, and he looked up expectantly. 
 “Hey, the guys and I are going out to dinner? Wanna come?” Zach asked, making his way further into the narrow hallway of the tour bus. Daniel shook his head lightly. 
“Nah it’s fine” He muttered as casually as he could. He felt a swell of emotion wash over him unexpectedly.
“You sure? You said no last week as well.” Zach asked, peeking a brow at the boy across from him. 
 “Yep” Daniel said quickly, swallowing back the lump in his throat. He pulled a tight smile, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in his stomach. Zach nodded gently, turning away towards the door, but just before he came to it, he looked over his shoulder one last time to Daniel. He let his eyes linger on his downcast eyes lit up by the screen in front of him before walking forwards and shutting the door behind him. 
 Daniel sighed in relief and dragged his palm over his face tiredly. He kicked off his shoes and watched them drop carelessly on the floor. He tugged the throw blanket at the foot of his bed closer and pulled it right up to his chin tightly, letting his eyes linger to the dark night sky aglow with city lights. He glanced at his cheery bandmates sauntering out of the bus and onto the footpaths with nothing but joy in their step. Daniel wanted to feel like them too, more than they could ever comprehend. 
 Been drilled in my head forever, be better, turns out
I'm just like everybody else
 Daniel burnt the midnight oil often. He usually found daytime band rehearsals too overwhelming to focus. His gentle piano playing broke the serene silence of the night, coaxing a beautiful, soothing melody until it was interrupted by the wrong note, caused by the slip of his finger. Daniel huffed deeply, resting his head aggressively on the keys in annoyance. It produced a muddled sequence of notes and Daniel felt the vibrations buzz through his head. He lifted his head, slouching back on the bench. He finally felt a great swell of anxiety drown his mind. The previous, harsh critiques from Randy reverberated in his head continuously and he couldn’t get his mind to stop spinning with self-doubt. 
 Daniel sighed deeply. He bit his lip in an attempt to stop his frustrated tears from pouring down his face. He looked around the empty and gloomy rehearsal room and let it all go. He hid his face in his hands tiredly while he cried. The dull ache in his heart was all he could think about, but he merely let himself feel the pain he thought he deserved. A few long minutes later, when Daniel thought he’d cried all the tears left in him, Daniel lifted himself up stiffly from the piano. He rubbed his temples gently before flipping the sheet music to the next page and continuing. 
 Don't even go near a mirror, it’ll kill ya
Trust me, you don't wanna see yourself
“Guys” A crew member came back into the dressing room. “You’ve got three minutes.” He reminded before rushing out into the hallway again. Daniel turned back to the mirror as he adjusted the cuffs of his dress shirt again. 
“Does this look alright to you?” He turned to Jack, pointing to his black and white suit. 
“Yeah,” Jack laughed lightly. “It’s fire...for the five - hundredth time” He joked, “why?” 
“Oh, I don’t know.” Daniel started, glaring over his shoulder to Jack again. “Maybe it’s ‘cause we’re going to a red-carpet event.” He said nervously. 
“Don’t sweat it, dude. We’ll be fine.” Jack reassured. 
Daniel nodded. His gaze persisted on the smudged, full length mirror standing in front of him. In truth, it wasn’t just his appearance he was worried about. It was also his talent. The thought of being in the presence of A list celebrities and artists he greatly admired sent everlasting shivers down Daniel’s spine. 
Fuck the noise, It's too late, It's the choices
Now I don't even wanna be someone
 “Dani.” Jack called gently from across the table. “Daniel.” He said blankly after a moment. 
 “Daniel.” Zach’s hand slammed hard on the table causing a loud thump to echo through Daniel’s whirling mind and he looked up from his downcast gaze to his bandmates cluelessly. “It’s your turn” Zach said, gesturing to the Monopoly board set on the table. 
 The dim light of the lamp casted a warm glow to the lounge room. Daniel sat lazily with his legs tossed on the coffee table. Daniel’s face broke into a soft smile. “Oh right. Sorry.” He chuckled. He leaned over, picked up the dice in one hand and rolled it. 
 “You okay, man?” Corbyn inquired honestly, eyes flickering to Daniel.
 “Yeah...you haven’t really…been here tonight.” Jonah asked carefully. His face was brimming with concern. Daniel’s gentle smile faltered, and his eyes wandered nervously before landing on his bandmates again.
“Y-yeah, yeah. I’m just tired.” He shrugged hesitantly, “don’t worry,” he added. He dropped his gaze back to the board and rested his chin in his hands. 
 That's nice, champagne, what a shame, It doesn't work on me
So don't go wastin' your money
Everybody in this room is too hard, too pretty, I'm tired
I just wanna be nobody
Daniel sat awkwardly at a circular table in the fancy, high end restaurant. The cacophony of polite chatter and clattering of fine cutlery filled his ears and he could barely focus on his own table’s conversation. “Daniel.” The sound of his name being called had Daniel diverting his stare to the older man opposite him. His sharp, strong features only complemented his staid personality. 
“Yes.” Daniel spoke as elegantly as he could. He tried not to let his nervousness peak through his calm facade and he wiped his slightly dampened forehead with the back of his hand. 
“Your managers over here tell me you’re quite the song writer.” He stated the faintest hint of a smile present on his lips. Daniel’s face flushed with nervousness. He cleared his throat with a slight chuckle and dropped his fork onto his plate. 
“I try my best.” He grinned. “But yea...I really enjoy it.” He finished shyly. He washed down the tension flooding his body with a sip of his champagne. 
The older man glared at Daniel before honestly saying, “you know, this opportunity is extremely selective. We only pick one applicant a year.” Daniel glanced at him expectantly, trying to ignore the tightening twist of his stomach. “There are many artists that enjoy writing.” He finished. 
“I understand-” Daniel tried but he was interrupted. 
“He’s a great writer, take it from me” Randy intervened swiftly. He shot a glare to Daniel before leaning his elbows on the table to converse gravely with the other man. Daniel reluctantly focused back on his nearly full plate - he barely ate because of his anxiety. He shoved a forkful of food into his mouth. 
What made me think I was special? I'm not special
Turns out I'm like everybody else
This song sounds exactly like 5SOS
They are just a like 1D
Their music sounds the same
Daniel typically took criticism with grace and modestly, but this time was different. The rims of his eyes were red from glaring at Instagram comments under his music announcement post for almost one hour straight. His fingers readily hovered over the word ‘reply’, prepared to sincerely explain how different his band’s songs were and how much work went into producing them. 
In the back of his mind, Daniel couldn’t help but believe their hurtful words. He set down his phone on the floor to the side in an effort to stop his mind from whirling out of control. He drew up his knees in embarrassment and hid his face against them tiredly. He let his anxiety-stricken face relax and tears flowed gently down his face. 
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starryseung · 5 years ago
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bang chan + smut
request; A doctor smut? 🤔 with bang chan? 😏 word count; 1.7k words warning; doctor!chan, fingering, virgin!reader
Doctor Doctor
A low grumble resonated through your quiet apartment. Again.
You were sitting on your bed as you pushed your fingers in and out of your cunt, disappointed as you couldn’t feel the oh-so-heavenly pleasure all your friends described. No matter how much you tried, you could never get off on your fingers. You tried the bullet vibrator, but all in vain. 
This wasn’t the first time you had attempted to masturbate. Probably the twentieth or maybe even thirtieth time. But you couldn’t feel anything. Numerous videos, talks with friends, nothing ever helped you cum. And yet, you try— in hopes of experiencing the surreal experience at least once. Ultimately giving up, you call your best friend, hoping for at least him to do something.
"Hyunjin! Come here, please."
A groan is heard from the hall, before the door opens, revealing a sleepy Hyunjin with his hair a total mess. He groggily drags his feet towards you, throwing himself beside you on the bed face first. You spare him a glance before resuming whining and crying about your non-existent sexual life.
“Save me. I think my vagina is numb or something.”
“Wait, lemme see,” he crawls up to you.
“Dude, what the fuck?”
“Just kidding, man. Okay, get ready, I’m not taking you to the doctor like this.”
You groaned and slumped deeper into Hyunjin’s embrace. You hated the doctor’s. The disgusting environment, screaming children, random strangers with surgical masks, blood, injections— everything. You despised that ugly, well-known smell of the white walls, and though you’ve never had a bad experience at a clinic/hospital (yet) you simply loathed the place.
But the desperation in your mind was worse than the hatred in your heart, so after a couple of pokes and grunts from the latter, you decided to let him drive you to the clinic nearby. He said he had ‘connections’ and would get a discount there, so you agreed.
“Ms. y/n? I will guide you to Dr. Bang.”
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
You shuffle and get up, waving a small bye to Hyunjin who was too engrossed in his phone. He makes a small noise to acknowledge your departure, returning to whatever he was doing and you walk away, following the male nurse to the doctor’s cabin, palms sweaty.
He knocks at the door and gestures to you to walk in with a small smile. You let out a breath you were holding in for a while, creaking open the door to look at a man walking from the shelves to his desk.
“Hello! Please come in,” he calls at you sweetly, a smile forming at his lips.
Suddenly all the pain in your shoulder vanished, and you felt refreshed. All the hatred for hospitals and clinics disappeared, and you melted into his warm chocolate eyes. He looked so... welcoming. You bow and walk inside, closing the door behind you with a click. Wiping your hands at your skirt, you walk towards the chair in front of the huge desk, sitting on the leather seating.
“I’m Dr. Bang. Please feel comfortable! How are you feeling today?”
“I’m great. Umm, is there a lady doctor here? Or are you gonna...”
“Oh, I’m afraid I’ll be the one helping you out today,” he replies with a sympathetic smile. You sigh before you start thinking of how you were going to explain your problem to him. 
“So, uh, I’ve tried... masturbating... a couple times. But, I don’t seem to feel anything? Like, I don’t know if I’m doing it wrong, or if something’s wrong with me...” you start nervously.
He nods his head in understanding, getting up from his chair. You shift in your seat, pushing your hair back. He takes off his coat and turns the air conditioner on. 
“Come to the bed, please.”
Turning to look at him, your jaw almost drops to the ground. He was, for the lack of words, fucking hot. His white button-up hugged his chest perfectly, and his well-built arms deliciously hugged the thin cotton. You shuffled to your feet, following him as he led you to the bed, and you climbed up on the hard mattress, legs dangling in the air. 
“Okay, let me have a look,” he said casually, as if it was his job (i mean, it was) and he experienced stuff like this everyday. You blush and look down, embarrassment taking over you. You were going to show a complete hot stranger your vagina! How the fuck is anyone supposed to be chill about such a situation...
He chuckles softly at your naive form, placing his hands at either side of your head on your shoulders.
“Calm down, y/n. Relax. We’ll get over with this the sooner you start cooperating with me. You don’t have to hesitate at all— consider me your friend!”
You let out a sigh once again, biting your lips as you look at the taller male in front of you. You give a small nod to him, and he places his hands on your thighs, motioning you to move back. You shuffle back until your back touches the wall behind such that your legs are propped up on the bed, slightly spread out. He lowers himself pushing your underwear slightly towards the side. 
Oh God. You still couldn't believe this was happening.  
The grip you previously had on the white cloth on the bed tightens, partly because of the embarrassment, and partly because the hottest doctor was examining your vagina.
“Okay so, tell me what you’re feeling, okay?” he asks quietly, as if walking on a tightrope.
You nod slightly at his request, heart threatening to drum out of your chest. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear your heart, to be honest.
He prods a small metallic instrument at your entrance, circling your entrance with the cold tool. You let out a small whimper, sensing the tool grazing your folds. You felt something you’ve never felt before, and it overwhelmed you, in a good way. 
He continues his motions, looking at how small amounts of arousal left your hole. He rubs the metal at your hole and slowly pushes it in. A loud moan leaves your lips, and you clasp a hand around your mouth when you realize. He backs away, and you feel the sad loss of pleasure in your stomach. 
“Turns out, there’s nothing wrong with you. Initially I assumed it was Sexual Anhedonia, which is a neurological disorder, but you’re completely fine! You’re just inexperienced at touching yourself, that’s all.” he explains, tossing his gloves and the metal tool away in a trashcan.
“Oh, okay...” you reply, placing your legs down and sitting normally.
“A lot of patients of mine have a similar situation, so don’t worry. Would you like me to help you out?” he offers, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
Your breathing hitches in your neck, and you choke on your own saliva. What the fuck did he just say? Your eyes went wide— on the verge of popping out their sockets. He giggles darkly at your reaction, moving closer to you. 
“Come on, y/n. Don’t think I didn’t see you drooling at me. You want it, right?”
At this point, he was standing between your legs, and you were feeling hot all over— even though the air conditioning was blasting. You look up at his dark coffee eyes staring down at you, and he latches his lips onto yours, kissing you deeply, holding you by your waist tightly. You loop your hands around his shoulders, moving closer to him. He pulls away, immediately moving down to your neck, sucking and biting at various spots on your skin. 
You whimper at the sensation, core burning with an unknown want. He drags his hand down to your thighs, squeezing the flesh between his bare fingers. Agonizingly slow, he grazes his fingers up your inner thigh, circling his digits around your panties. 
“Fuck, Dr. Bang… please,” you whine, breath ragged and erratic.
“Please what, babygirl? Use your words.”
“Just… just finger me… please—”
And that was all it took for him to push the fabric aside once again, running his digits up and down your folds. He slowly pushes them in— like he had done with the metal tool mere minutes ago. A high-pitched moan bubbles from your throat, and you clasp your hands around his wrists, nails digging into his palm.
“Just like that. Take it slow, and relax,” he explains, voice almost an octave lower.
He nudges in another finger, slowly pumping them with the help of your leaking core, squelching sounds taking over the small cabin. He increases his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of your hole hard and fast. Curling his fingers inside you, he brushes against your sweet spot, and you throw your head back in the intense pleasure swallowing you.
His fingers keep moving, until his thumb comes in contact with your clit. Your entire body jolts ahead, nails digging into his biceps. You’re a moaning mess in his arms. His free hand rubs small circles on your waist, contrasting the rough movements going on down south. Pleasure accumulates in your abdomen, breathing going faster and faster. 
It becomes too much for you to handle, when he presses his thumb against your clit once more, and without warning, you clench around his fingers, moaning and whimpering as you let go. Your orgasm washes over you, and you come around Chan’s slender fingers which thrust into you through your high. 
You pant as he stops moving his digits, slowly pulling them out of your sensitive walls. He sighs and walks back, pulling out a few tissues and cleaning his hands with some sanitizer nearby. He brings the tissues to you, wiping off the bed and your thighs softly.
You clear your throat and fix your clothes, hopping down and walking to the black leather chair. 
“So, I think you’re good. If you need any more help, here,” he stretches his hand out to you, a white card between his fingers “, my card. I’m always available,” he says with a wink, small smile dancing on his lips.
You giggle and take the card from him, trudging out the door with a quick ‘bye’.
Hospitals weren’t so bad, after all...
a/n: i really enjoyed writing this oof haha i have like 2 chan smuts and i’m chan biased😏 this probably contains sooo much fake stuff i’m sorry😔 also my series will start soon! please look out for it 🙊
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seyaryminamoto · 4 years ago
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Matching Heartbeats: Sokkla Saturdays 2020
Day 1:  “I lost my clothes and need to borrow yours“
On FF.net//On AO3
Aang had always been a cheerful young man, but he had certainly never met anyone quite as enthusiastic and optimistic as Guozhi. He was ten years Aang's senior (or, perhaps, Aang was ninety years his?), and he behaved with the childish wonderment of a toddler sometimes, so thrilled by the changing times that it was difficult to keep up with him, even for the Avatar. Aang rather enjoyed working with the man, who had a grand vision for the future of Republic City: he had been chosen by Earth King Kuei as the Earth Kingdom's representative to sit on the growing city's council, and he seemed most eager to put his overflowing energies to good use by working in politics.
That being said… there were drawbacks to a man with such rambunctious personality. Such as the one Aang was facing right now:
"I know you were excited, but we told Sokka we'd come by at ten… it's still seven!" Aang exclaimed, but Guozhi ignored him, humming a random tune as he rushed up the stairs of the building they had only just entered freely – the Avatar was always allowed to go wherever he pleased, a fact Guozhi couldn't seem to get enough of.
"I know, I know, but isn't this exciting?!" exclaimed Guozhi, beaming. "You and I, the first members of the Council of Republic City, shall be recruiting the third one today! I can't wait to meet him!"
Aang sighed but smiled, following Guozhi until they reached the third floor, where Sokka's current apartment was. Aang had only met Guozhi a couple of weeks ago, after Kuei had sent him as his envoy, and he hadn't been able to introduce him to anyone but Katara so far, since Guozhi had been living with them, if only temporarily, while his new accommodations were settled. Sokka had been somewhat elusive as of late, and Toph was far too busy with her police force to spend time greeting Aang's new friends… even so, Aang had managed to send a message to Sokka two days ago, asking if he would be open for meeting with him and Guozhi… Sokka had only sent back an agreement to their meeting yesterday afternoon, telling them to drop by at ten. And it was seven. Oh, he'd be so angry…
"Okay, okay, this is the one, right?" Guozhi announced, stopping at the door. "Can we knock yet? Or do you want us to stand out here for three hours instead? I mean, you could tell me all about how you defeated the Fire Lord again, if you'd like! I know you've already told me the story, but I wouldn't mind hearing it once more, it'll make it even more vivid to revisit it and…!"
"Oh, Guozhi," Aang sighed, smiling awkwardly and patting his shoulder. "Just… wait for a moment, okay? I'll do the talking. If he's not up for seeing us yet, I guess we'll just wait. Alright?"
"Fine, yes, go ahead! Right on ahead!" Guozhi grinned, almost vibrating with excitement. "I'm going to meet Sokka… Sokka! Team Avatar's genius!"
"Well, keep calling him that and he'll definitely like you quickly," Aang smiled before turning towards the door.
He knocked softly, biting his lip as he waited to hear any sounds. Nothing. He knocked again, a little louder, and called:
"Sokka? I… I'm sorry, buddy, I know we're a bit earlier than you told us, but… you think you can see us yet?"
At first, nothing. Then… a soft rustling. Aang frowned: he couldn't hear remotely as well as Toph could, but after many years of training his seismic sense, he had learned to pick up vibrations even without trying to. So, how about genuinely trying to…?
He stepped hard on the floor, startling Guozhi: he sensed the man beside him, but also the corridor, and the living room, just past the door… a rather messy, chaotic room, it seemed. And then, beyond that… movement. There was movement inside: Sokka was home, and he was awake, too.
"What was that? Was that some secret Avatar intimidation technique?!" asked Guozhi, grinning "I wanna try it!"
He stepped hard on the floor too, making a strange, angry face that broke into a grin mere seconds afterwards. He whipped his head towards Aang, his long hair spinning in the air as he waited for the Avatar's approval.
"Well? How did I do?" he asked, beaming.
"Uh… great! Really good job!" Aang smiled, though he chose to knock on the door again. Sokka wouldn't take it well if he knew Aang had been using his seismic sense against him, to a fault… "Sokka? I think I hear you in there? Again, buddy, I'm sorry, but…!"
Clumsy, quick footsteps rushed to the door, which opened with a light creak: only a sliver of room could be seen through the now ajar door. And the blue eye that lurked behind it should have seemed menacing, Aang thought, as he pulled away worriedly… but instead, it seemed he was panicking just as much as Aang was.
"Aang…? D-didn't I ask you to come later, dammit?" Sokka squeaked.
"Sorry, buddy," Aang said, with an awkward smile. "We can wait until you're decent, though!"
"Heh. That sure helps," Sokka growled. "Just… give me a minute, okay? I've got, well… stuff to deal with first."
"Oh. Uh, sure?" said Aang.
"We'll wait! We can! See, now you can tell me the story of the Fire Lord's defeat again," Guozhi said, nudging Aang as Sokka frowned.
"Well, now, Aang doesn't tell it right," he huffed. Aang laughed as Guozhi gasped, excitedly.
"And you do?! Oh, you must tell me!" Guozhi exclaimed, startling both Aang and Sokka as he rushed to the door.
Sokka leapt back for his own sake, realizing Aang's new friend would push the door open so brusquely it'd smack him in the face if he didn't get out of the way. All those months on a journey during his teenage years, fielding blows of all sorts, whether friendly or not, had definitely done wonders for his reflexes and ability to avoid dangerous attacks…
But perhaps it would have been a good idea to stay behind the door, preventing it from swinging open in a rush, allowing Aang and his friend to see the inside of Sokka's apartment… the messy inside of Sokka's apartment.
Sokka himself wasn't in the most respectable of shapes: he had dressed up lightly only, lacking a belt with which to close his sleeveless shirt and to ensure his pants wouldn't tumble down his waist. His hair was a ruffled mess too, but what startled Aang the most were the darkened stains on his skin over his neck and abdomen.
"Sokka? Are you okay?" Aang asked, stepping closer to his friend, who grimaced and leapt back. "You look…! What's with your skin, buddy? You should go see Katara, she can probably help…!"
"I don't need Katara's help!" Sokka exclaimed. "B-besides, you two said you could wait, go back outside while I fix this place!"
"Fix it? Well, I like messy places!" said Guozhi, grinning before stepping up towards Sokka. "I'm Guozhi! You're Sokka! I'm the new Representative for the Earth Kingdom in the Republic City Council, and we want you to be the Southern Water Tribe representative!"
"Y-you… woah, woah, woah, WHAT?!" Sokka exclaimed, turning to Aang with eyes wide as plates. "Are you trying to tell me that… that all along this was for a job interview?!"
"Uh… sort of?" Aang grinned awkwardly.
"You totally should do it, though! You're the Avatar's friend! The genius of Team Avatar!" Guozhi exclaimed, clapping excitedly. Sokka blinked blankly before raising an eyebrow.
"Well, can't argue with that, but hey, why didn't you at least think to ask me if I want to, first of all?" Sokka said, turning to Aang again.
"Uh, that's literally why we're here? To ask you?" Aang said, with an awkward smile. "Look, we'll explain everything right now, but are you sure you're okay? We haven't heard that much from you in the past month or so? I did want to check on you anyways, but I didn't think you might be sick…"
"I'm not. I'm not sick, Aang," Sokka said, with an awkward smile. "Now, though, you can just… wait until ten, right? It's really early, way too early, I never get up at this hour and I could use a moment to get adjusted to this ridiculous situation, not to mention clean things up? So…"
"You sure?" Aang said, before sighing and shrugging. "Well… I know Guozhi isn't the type to judge, and you and I go way back! So, you know, maybe to make up for what we just did, we can help you clean up! How does that sound?"
"Uh, no. Definitely not! Haha, ha, why would I have the Avatar and his friend cleaning up my house? That's stupid!" Sokka exclaimed: the panic in his behavior was even more alarming now than before. Aang crooked an eyebrow.
"Sokka…?" he said. Sokka blinked blankly.
"What?"
"Are you hiding something?" he asked.
"No…?" Sokka mumbled. Aang, however, snorted and laughed.
"Come on, if this mess is because you adopted a pet, I'm the last guy who'd be against it! Oh, wait, is that what that thing on your skin is? Are you allergic to…?"
"I'm not allergic to anything, I…!" Sokka exclaimed, before shutting his mouth tightly. So he didn't want to make noise? Aang frowned, confused again. "There's no pet. Nothing like that. And I can fix this without your help, I don't need…"
"Oh? That's fancy."
The color drained from Sokka's face when he glanced at Guozhi: he was holding a flowing, silken robe in his hands… a red, flowing, silken robe. Aang glanced between the robe and Sokka for a moment, as the non-bender raised a hand, as to speak… and no sounds came out.
That was what convinced Aang to try again: his seismic sense was nowhere near as good as Toph's, but he was sure he could feel more of the apartment's contents now than before…
Aang slammed a foot onto the floor, and Sokka was far too late to stop him. He gasped and turned towards the Avatar, mortified… unable to stop Aang from sensing that there was one more person inside his bedroom.
Aang's eyes met Sokka's. Sokka's eyes met Aang's. Guozhi watched them both, curious and amused.
"Well… it is a nice robe," he said, again. "Is it you want it for yourself, Aang? I guess it needs to be washed before you can use it, but…"
"Sokka?" Aang asked. Sokka shook his head immediately. "Sokka…"
"Nothing! No! There's… t-there's a nice restaurant, two blocks down! You two head down there, and I'll meet you right there! Just…!"
Nothing he said could convince Aang to leave now, he knew. Guozhi appeared utterly clueless, even now, of the fact that the robe he was holding belonged to a woman… and that its colors didn't match Sokka's usual outfits. It wasn't something a stranger could know, but Guozhi made nothing of it, even while watching the Avatar and his brother-in-law acting rather strangely towards each other…
"Sokka," Aang repeated, for the third time, and his friend only whimpered and shook his head.
"Just go, please, I'll join your weird Council if I have to but just get out before…"
"Ugh, what's all this ruckus? So much shouting, and after the night we had, too… can't you deal with your friends quietly when you know others are sleeping?"
The color drained from Sokka's face at first, and then it rushed back at such force Aang could only wonder if he would grow dizzy over such violently varying blood flow. Yet it was difficult to focus on Sokka… when the obvious owner of the red, elegant robe stood at the doorway.
Sokka gritted his teeth and turned, slowly, powerless to stop to the guaranteed catastrophe that was about to take place…
Her hair was messily, newly tied up in a lazy ponytail, and her body, to his deep relief, wasn't fully exhibited for everyone to see… despite her clothes had been scattered across the living room, during yesterday's wild frenzy. It happened every time she visited… which had been just about every day in the past month. At one point, she had spent a whole week without leaving his apartment, and Sokka could only rejoice in that… but he didn't particularly plan for his best friend to see his secret girlfriend wearing nothing but one of Sokka's own shirts. It was long enough to cover her down to her thighs… but the message about what she was doing here was loud and clear. And the sight of her, just like that, sent so many impulsive urges rushing through Sokka's body and mind… but the rational mind was determined to overcome the irrational one, for now, and he only gazed at Azula pleadingly as she stood at the bedroom's threshold, arms folded over her chest.
"What?" she said, at Sokka's silent staring. "Oh, this? Yeah, I misplaced my clothes, as usual. I figured it was fine to borrow some of yours while I found out what all the shouting and noise was about…?"
"Y-you just…" Sokka said, before sighing and hanging his head. "You look so good I can't even stare at you anymore."
"Ah. Nice to know," Azula replied, smirking haughtily as the Avatar's hands moved up to his bald head.
"Y-you two have been…?! W-what is this, Sokka?!" Aang exclaimed. Sokka grunted, glaring at him.
"It's something new and really cool, is what it is!" he huffed, though to his embarrassment, Azula seemed to find his defense of their relationship rather amusing. "And what's so funny? I know we'd thought we'd keep this quiet for now, b-but…! Well, we can't anymore. It's not really my fault, by the way, I told you last night they'd arrive at ten because they said they would and now…!"
"So defensive and frantic, Sokka. One would think you're sleeping with the enemy… Oh, wait a minute," Azula said, tapping her chin playfully as Sokka groaned and covered his face with his hands. She still smirked in his direction afterwards, and Aang raised an eyebrow as he struggled to grapple with the reality they presented.
"S-so, wait, you two are…? Like, the two of you…?" Aang said, fear plain across his eyes.
"Oh, you didn't know Sokka has a girlfriend?" asked Guozhi, regaining everyone's attention without expecting to: Azula frowned as she stared at the clothes he was still holding onto.
"That's… mine," she said, cuttingly. Guozhi grinned awkwardly before handing it to her.
"Sorry about that. Though… wait a minute," said Guozhi, blinking blankly as he gazed at Azula, "You look Fire Nation. You must be Fire Nation!"
"Oh, must I?" Azula replied, smirking. Sokka sighed.
"This guy is… the new representative of the Earth Kingdom for Republic City's Council," he explained to Azula, who nodded.
"I see. And why is he tagging after the Avatar to check on his brother-in-law?" Azula asked.
"They apparently had some weird plans to rope me into their fancy council without telling me beforehand," Sokka grunted, his eyebrow twitching as Azula eyed him with interest.
"My, my. Is that so? Councilman Sokka… well, that sounds interesting," she smirked. Sokka huffed.
"I don't see what's interesting about it, myself," he growled. "And I guess they should be explaining, but… uh, I guess Aang's still processing things and he's not about to talk anytime soon."
"Y-you and Azula…" he said, shaking his head. "Oh, Katara's going to lose it. She's so going to lose it…"
"Which is kind of why we didn't tell everyone about it right away…?" Sokka said, with a significant and slightly threatening smile. Aang, however, was so lost in thought he couldn't seem to listen to him at all.
"Well, it's why you didn't want to tell everyone about it. Me? I told you watching our respective siblings have a nervous meltdown would be hilarious," Azula smirked, shrugging. "Goodness, come to think of it, I wouldn't want to miss her reaction: can we go to the Avatar's island today, so we can see the look on your sister's face once she sees us holding hands?"
"You suggested something a little more intense than holding hands the last time you wanted to torment her with our relationship…" Sokka said, smiling a little as Azula huffed.
"Well, fine, then. If that's how you want it, a make-out session it is…"
"Hey! Y-you're not… no! You can't just go to my place unannounced just to…!"
"Can't we, now?" Azula smirked. Sokka huffed.
"Considering you barged into mine, three hours before our agreed meeting time?" Sokka asked.
"Not to mention… you do want something from Sokka, don't you? One would think you shouldn't be denying other people's wishes when you want them to do something for you, should you?" Azula smirked. To her delight, Sokka actually snickered at Aang's increasing outrage.
"That's not the point!" Aang exclaimed. Sokka sighed and shook his head, rubbing his forehead with his fingertips. "It's… this is a huge deal! It's the two of you! Sokka, it's Azula, the Fire Nation's Princess? You shouldn't be…!"
"Woah, that's who you were? I thought the name was familiar, I did…!" Guozhi said, gazing at Azula in surprise. "But I couldn't recognize you at all. See, I saw you once, back in Ba Sing Se, I think? When you took the city? But then you left so it was just one glimpse and you were really young – though so was I, but still…"
"Ah, you want confirmation of my identity?" Azula said, raising an eyebrow… and then a hand, where a sudden burst of blue fire startled and delighted Guozhi on equal measure.
"Ahaha! It is her! It's…! Ooooh, it's amazing! The Southern Water Tribe's Chief's son, and the Fire Lord's sister! It's a match for the ages! You two should be…!"
"What the…?! Guozhi, that's not what we're here to do, this isn't a matchmaking session…!"
"Of course it's not: the match's all made by now" Sokka grinned, glancing at Azula who wrinkled her nose suggestively in his direction. Sokka couldn't contain a laugh as the Princess stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Do you need me to leave, though? I was planning to, when we thought your meeting was at ten…"
"Eh, what for" Sokka smiled, shrugging. "I'd rather you're here. You can help me get rid of this job offer faster, right?"
"Rid of it?" Azula said, raising her eyebrows. "Say… why, exactly, do you want to get rid of it?"
"Because… I don't want to be a councilman?" Sokka said, looking at her with utter perplexity. "Why would I?"
"Ah, beyond having enough power to shape this city into whatever you wish to make it?" Azula said, before smirking and leaning close to whisper in his ear. "Because Councilman Sokka sounds… hot."
Sokka blinked blankly a couple of times, and yet again, his cheeks were flooded with color once Azula pulled away. She seemed utterly satisfied with his reaction, especially when he suddenly smiled at Aang.
"S-so… you really want to offer me that job?" he said, scratching the back of his neck.
"Uh… I don't know. I mean, sure? But…" Aang said, sighing and shaking his head. "Okay, I'm torn here. I don't know whether you two are the best match of all time or the worst one and… I'm not sure I want to know?"
"Oh, relax, Avatar. How is it any of your business what I do to your brother-in-law behind closed doors?" Azula asked, rolling her eyes.
"Not to mention…" said Guozhi, smiling brightly at the surprising couple… and then at Aang. "We're still short two more representatives, you know? Even if Sokka agrees. So…"
"Oh, you are?" Sokka asked. Guozhi grinned and nodded.
"Yeah. The Northern Water Tribe one, and the Fire Nation one," he said.
Sokka froze before glancing at the woman standing beside him: her grip over his arm had tightened, and now her eyes glowed with interest… perhaps even with greed. It was surely a quality many other people would consider terrifying, especially in the eyes of someone as dangerous as Azula… yet Sokka's heart leapt in his chest, and his lower regions tingled pleasantly for it. She wanted this… just as she had wanted him, many times, throughout the last month. And so far, he was as happy as could be with the result of giving Azula what she wanted… so would it be a good idea for her to serve as Councilwoman, representing the Fire Nation?
Aang, naturally, was frozen cold at Guozhi's suggestion. It seemed he had lost his breath altogether, as well as his chance to approve or disapprove of the sudden turn of events. Oh, this could be amazing… and it could be a nightmare, just the same. That those two were in a relationship was already plenty to process… but for Azula to become Councilwoman? Azula, of all people…?
"Who exactly is in charge of choosing members for this council?" Azula asked, smiling slowly.
"So far? Uh, well, Avatar Aang got started with the initiative, so he's the Air Nomad representative, for now," said Guozhi. "He asked King Kuei for a representative, and he suggested me! And then Aang thought Sokka would work well as representative for the Water Tribe, because his father surely would approve! And… I guess we would've asked Fire Lord Zuko for any advice on who to choose, right? But what for? His sister is already here! It's perfect!"
"P-perfect…?" Aang asked. Sokka cleared his throat.
"I'd think the current members of the council ought to vote regarding recruiting Princess Azula as the Fire Nation's representative," he announced, pompously. Azula snorted and smirked knowingly at him. "Which is, of course, the three of us. So! All in favor?"
Sokka and Guozhi raised their hands, prompting Azula to laugh as Aang stared at her in chagrin. To this moment, this whole morning had been utterly surreal… and he still had no idea if any of what was going on was a good idea. Yet Sokka seemed so sure of himself… he didn't seem to doubt Azula, in the least. One day, Aang guessed, he'd understand why that was… one day he'd figure out why Sokka seemed to trust the Princess who had given them chase and fought against them for so many years. It wouldn't be today, for sure, but there had to be more at play involved than mere lust, especially when they smiled at each other with such surprising affection…
"I guess that's settled, then," Sokka grinned. "We'll send a bird to Zuko! He'll be thrilled, I'm sure."
"Oh, so thrilled," Azula snickered, shaking her head.
"T-then… you're both taking the jobs?" Aang said. "I mean, well, I didn't exactly plan to offer you one, Azula, but… you want to do this? Are you sure? I mean, it's a lot of work! Diplomacy and solving petty problems and deciding on laws and such…? Are you sure it's what you want to do?"
The Princess released a breath, letting her gaze travel upwards to find Sokka's own, which was fixed upon her. He smiled encouragingly, and she could only reciprocate his grin wholeheartedly as her hand slipped down his forearm until her fingers intertwined with his. She glanced at Aang again, speaking with utmost confidence, her perennial proud smirk on her face:
"When do we start?"
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I HAVE A DREAM (PART 10)
Kim Hongjoong Fanfic
Warning: Angst. Cheating. Heartbreak. Cursing. Fluff.
TA-DA Here’s part 10 of I Have A Dream!!!! What do you guys think of this weeks update ? Do you guys think I’m dragging this too long or am I taking things too fast? I would love to hear what you guys think of this and I would also like to hear what your guys favorite song in the recent album 😊 I really enjoy Precious and If without U 😄 Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR ATEEZ’S MAKNAE 🥳🥳 Our baby is growing up 😔👏🏻👏🏻
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San had never been more scared and anxious then in that moment, sitting down face to face with the second most important woman in his life ( his mother being first ).
He always remained cool and collected, never one to easily break under pressure, knowing that his members had his back no matter what. In this case, he was all alone.
In the small, barely illuminated living room sat San leaning against the soft sofa. His now numb ankle still propped on top of the small stool, the cream Y/N applied on him doing loads to reduce the pain. Across from from on a white worn down chair that creaked every time someone put pressure on it sat Y/N, her presence calming yet causing his heart to race a million miles per hour.
He watched as she looked at him, her sharp calculating eyes waiting for him to talk, the silence around them slowly suffocating him. Licking his lips, he searches his head for the right words to say before finally opening his mouth to speak.
“ T-The day after you left to visit your parents, the rest of the guys and I went to your guys apartment... We were planning on taking hongjoong out with us to spend the day at the arcade or something.” San says stopping for a quick second to make sure that Y/N is able to keep up with him.
“ Yunho was about to knock on the door, but it opened all of the sudden... That's when we saw them.. she was leaving when they opened the door and once she saw us, she just ran off.” he says, watching a Y/N squeezes her eyes shut.
“ I can stop if you want me too y’know... I don't want you to go through that again.” San quickly throws out, not wanting to cause any more pain to her.
Y/N shakes her head, opening her eyes and staring right back at San. “ I want to know.” She firmly states, her teary eyes blazing with determination causing San to slowly continue his story.
“ We dragged him back inside and he started talking about how he was planning on telling you after you came back from your parent's house. He said that the only one who owned you an explanation was him, for us to keep quiet and let him be the one to tell you.” he explains, looking at everything else except for her not wanting to see the pain in her eyes.
“ After that, we expected him to tell you but he just continued to sleep with her. He would constantly guilt trip is into keeping quiet, saying that he should be the one to tell you, but he never did. We wanted to tell you... We really did but we would constantly give him what he wanted and we realized how shitty that was. I know how bad it was for us to keep quiet but please believe me when I say that we wanted to tell you more than anything.” he rants out, quickly getting everything out in case Y/N decides to stop listening to him.
He watches as Y/N stands up and turns away from him, rubbing her swollen stomach the action helping with calming her down.
She stands with her back to him for a couple of seconds before turning around and walking towards him. Extending her arm, she takes his phone from his hand and unlocks it.
“ What are you doing...?” he asks as she starts to type on his phone, watching as she finishes typing and tosses his phone back to him.
Quickly grabbing his phone and unlocking it, he opens up his recent app before clicking on the messages icon. The recent conversation between Seonghwa and Y/N popping up.
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“ I don't understand... Why did you invite him.. Invite everyone..?” San mutters out, eyebrows furrowed in confusion on her sudden action. “ You explained your part... So now I want the rest of them to explain themselves as well. Plus you need someone to come pick you up don't you? Or do you plan on walking back in the rain with a sprained ankle?” She asks him and all San does is shake his head side to side knowing that Y/N is right.
Running out of things to say, he watches as she begins to clean up the wrappers from the bandages she used for him. She grabs the medical kit, making sure that everything is in place before walking back to the kitchen and placing it where she originally grabbed it from. Leaning against the countertop Y/N lets out a big sigh, running her hand through her hair from everything that's been thrown at her recently.
Shaking her head, she places one hand on her belly and begins to rub it for comfort. “ I really hope I'm doing to right thing angel.” She whispers to her swollen stomach, deciding to wait in the kitchen till the rest of the guys arrive to her house.
Sure enough 15 minutes later, she hears a serious of desperate knocks hit her door the harsh noise breaking the silence of the house causing her to jump from how loud the person outside hits on the worn-out wood door. Walking towards the entrance she sees San give her a look from the corner of her eye before finally taking ahold of the door handle and swinging it open.
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The harsh water droplets hit the window that Seonghwa was perched against, the wind howling loudly like it does in scary movies. He watches as lightning strikes in the distance, the loud boom of thunder following right after causing the house to shake a little. He slowly starts to pace back and forth, bringing his hand up to his mouth and biting his nails from how anxious he is.
20 minutes had gone by since San left the warm house, in search for his ugly blue airpod case giving to him as a present. Seonghwa exits the kitchen and instead starts pacing in front of the main entrance, various thought floating around his head. Maybe he went to buy snacks? Or maybe he got caught in the rain and took shelter somewhere, he's probably taking his phone out right now and dialing the older male right? Seonghwa thinks to himself, taking out his phone and expecting it to light up from San calling but only sighing out when he sees no missed calls or unread messages.
He continues to pace for 5 more minutes before his phone starts vibrating in his pocket, a new message from San on display. Unlocking his phone he clicks on the message expecting San to tell him that he got caught in the rain or that he found his case but decided to buy food, but instead is meet with a text saying “San sprained his ankle” causing him to stop his pacing and face twist in confusion.
Who exactly is texting me? He thinks before more texts come pilling in. The last text the person with San sends causes him to huff in annoyance, not knowing who he's dealing with especially when one of the members is hurt.
Rapidly tapping his finger on his phone, he starts asking questions on San health before asking who the person is. His eyes widen in shock when the last text he gets from them is the person he least expected. Y/N
Rereading the last messages she sent to him, Seonghwa runs towards the closest room and opens the door, Yunho and Mingi starting back at him with questioning eyes. “ Get dressed and gather everyone else except Hongjoong.” He breaths out, then runs back out before they have a chance to ask him what's wrong.
Running back towards the entrance, he throws on his jacket and shoves his feet into his boots grabbing a big clear umbrella before hearing the rest of the guys run up behind him.
Turning around he spots everyone (except Hongjoong) wrapped in warm clothing, Yunho and Yeosang carrying umbrellas as well. “ Okay so here's the deal, San sprained his ankle and right now he's at someone's house hiding from the rain so we have to go get him.” Explains Seonghwa, before turning back around and opening the door.
“ Woah Woah Woah okay wait.” Calls out Jongho causing Seonghwa to stop in his tracks and turn back around to look at him. “ I get someone needs to go get him and everything but why are we all going? And who is he with anyways? Did a random nice stranger take him or what ?” Jongho fires away, causing Seonghwa to sigh out and take out his phone clicking on the recent combo shoving his phone into the younger ones' hands. “ Because the person that helped him is Y/N.” Seonghwa says and that's all Jongho needs to hear before taking the umbrella from Seonghwa and walking out, turning around and telling the older male to hurry up.
With that all 6 of them venture out in the pouring rain to get their friend, but also gain another one back.
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Standing across from her are 6 full-grown men huddling close to each other for warmth, the younger ones whining out to the older ones before shutting up once the door opens.
“ San is inside in the living room.” She says before walking away from them, the guys scrambling after her like little duckling following the mother. Walking into the living room, they notice San sitting in one of the sofas and his foot elevated on a stool white bandages wrapped around his ankle. Wooyoung is the first one to break away from the group and run to San’s side, asking him if he's okay and if he's hurting only to have San silence him with a shake of his head.
Turning around he spots the rest of the guys crowding around him, giving him worrying glazes and all he does is give them a small smile directing his attention to the pregnant woman leaning against the doorway.
The rest of the guys seems to sense the tense atmosphere because they all turn back around and stare right back at Y/N. She tilts her head towards the sofas, all of them immediately walking towards the cool leather and sitting down waiting for her to speak.
“ San here told me what happened that lead us to this moment... And even though I know San can't lie to save his life, I want to hear everything from everyone.” She says and that's all the guys need to hear before diving into telling Y/N everything that happened until now. Every single one of them speaking up one by one before they run out of things to say, watching as Y/N stares at them with emotionless eyes.
“ I'm guessing he's here too.” Is all she asks and the only thing the guys can do is nod, watching as Y/N places a protective hand on her stomach.
“ We can keep him away from you if you want!” shouts out Yunho and the rest of the guy's yell out in agreement, causing Y/N to jump in shock. “ You guys... would do that for me..?” She slowly asks and all they do is nod in response.
“ We own you that and so much more.” speaks out Seonghwa before getting interrupted by the youngest. “ Noona... Does this mean you forgive us?” He shyly speaks up, the rest of the guys staring at Y/N for her answer.
Letting out a big sigh, Y/N keeps quiet for a couple seconds considering if she should before making up her mind. “ You guys really broke my trust when you let this go on for that long, but then again you guys didn't force him to sleep with my ex-best friend... I just wish you guys would have told me, regardless of how Hongjoong would have acted.” Y/N says causing some of the guys to drop their heads in shame and San to look away from her in guilt.
“ But I am willing to try and forgive you guys... You just have to earn my trust back.. Do you guys think you can do that?” She asks them and all of them immediately nod their heads furiously, Mingi and Wooyoung shouting out in agreement.
“ Okay then... Please don't let me down again...” She says as she watches the 7 men in her living room beam with excitement.
Jongho timidly walks up to her and calls out her name, causing the rest of the guys to hush down in order to see the interaction. “ Noona... Is it fine if I hug you..?” He shyly asks and all Y/N does is smile at him and pull him into her arms, the maknae of the group quickly wrapping his arms around the girl he missed most.
They stand there hugging a couple seconds before wooyoung yanks Jongho away from her and envelops the pregnant girl in his arms instead, causing the maknae to yell out in protest. Their bickering causing the pregnant girl to laugh in amusement and they all swear their hearts skip a beat from how much they missed her laughing.
Before their bickering can get any louder, Seonghwa walks up to Y/N and gives her a small smile leaning over and hugging the pregnant woman carefully. “ Do you mind if I touch your belly..?” he asks as he pulls away from her and Y/N takes ahold of his hands, placing them on her swollen belly causing the ruckus around them to quiet down.
“ Do you know what gender they are.” He asks, causing the girl to shake her head no. “ That would be on my next appointment.” she states and he hums in acknowledgment still having his hands placed against her belly.
“ Do you have any names in mind?” Yeosang speaks up causing Y/N to smile at him. “ If it's a girl I plan on naming her after my grandmother, but if it's a boy I was thinking about naming him... Jongho.” she explains, the maknae a couple of feet away from her gasping out in shock.
Turning towards him, she watches as the younger male shakily points to himself an expression of surprise places on his face. “ I hope you don't mind... I was already planning on naming my first boy that even when I was still with Hongjoong.. If you don't like it, I can think of another name.” Y/N rushes out when she sees the tears well up in his eyes, but all he does is shake his head and rush towards her to hug her again, carefully lifting her off the ground and twirling her around.
Setting her down, he gives her a gummy smile and gets down on his knees being eye level with her belly. “ I would be honored if you named him after me.” Jongho whispers out causing everyone in the room to coo at the maknae's actions.
Y/N shakes her head at his actions, missing the guy's crazy actions but knowing that's it's going to be a while till they can fully gain her trust. The way they are willing to protect her and her child from Hongjoong and the way they already love her unborn child breaking down the wall she built just a tiny bit.
She stands there as the guys take turns touching her belly and then walking towards San who is still seated against the sofa, taking one of his hands and placing it on her tummy. His face immediately breaking out in a big grin showing his deep dimples, missing the looks the rest of the guys give each other. They stand there watching the two in their own little world, San asking her various questions while still having his hands placed upon her belly unbeknownst to them how San slowly and tenderly starts rubbing his thumb across her covered skin.
All of a sudden their small reunion is interrupted by the sound of bags dropping to the floor, the sudden sound causing everyone's head to snap towards the hallway exposed to the living room. “ What the fuck is going on here?!” She hears her brother say, staring at them with an angry yet confused glare.
Y/N nervously chuckles out, walking towards her brother and taking his hands in hers.
“ Umm.. Welcome home...?”
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believeitseeitdoit · 5 years ago
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Sunday Surprises
Summary: Week one of regular NFL season is always entertaining, but this year is extra special for you and Seb.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Author Notes: Ummmm Hi, this is my first little ‘published’ fic, please be kind (or brutal it’s fine).  I'm only motivated enough to post this because @thebescht and Evan Williams are brave. For reference, the dog here is based on my moose, a 100lb Black English Lab, I might make a moldboard to go with this idk, I might also delete this soooo cool thanks bye. 
You sit on the ottoman, twiddling your phone in your hands waiting for Sebastian to find his coat. Jax bounces around the rest of the grey leather couch, disturbing the abundance of blasted throw pillows your mother insisted you buy when she first visited your’s and Seb’s apartment in Boston. Somehow, Jax hasn’t completely destroyed the merlot and sand throws, just a sprinkle of black fur littering their patterns.  A quick ping rings out from your phone, accompanied by rapid fire vibrations buzzing up your thumbs, notifying you that Chris has sent yet another “are y’all coming yet” text.
“Babe, kick off is in 30 mintues! I will not be late to the first watch party of the season because you can’t find your one pair of Pats socks just to appease Chris!” You holler towards the bedroom where Seb is inevitably wasting time to avoid being in a room with multiple football obsessed humans.
“Y/N, I swear they were in the drawer and now they’re gone! Did you wash them or give them to Jax?” Seb playfully questions back from the depths of his closet. You know full well the socks are already on his feet. Hopping off the ottoman, you grab the dog’s leash and your jacket as motivation to move your boyfriend along. The hardwood floors creak as you walk through the kitchen, narrowly missing the island with your hip bones and whistling to Jax so he can bound to Seb and investigate the slowdown.
“Seb, seriously, can we just go? It’s not like Chris will give two shakes about your socks. He’ll be too busy complaining about my disgrace of a jersey to be disappointed in your not-actually-missing socks,” you sigh as you wander back to the bedroom and lean against the door frame, feigning annoyance.
“Fair point, Y/N. He won’t even get near you in your Seahawks jersey; bad juju or something,” Seb spins around and strides over to the walkway, reaching around your waist and tucking you into his side while he jokes. As you travel back up the hall to the front door, you look at the pictures hanging from the walls, more of your mother’s visiting touches. All perfectly angled and spaced down the walkway and throughout the living room, moments from your lives together and alone. One of you with a client’s daughter back in Seattle brings a fond memory of your time with youngsters and your retired lesson horse to the front of your mind. Determined not to cry, you sniffle and hustle the boys out the door.
Finally ready, supposedly lucky Patriots socks on his feet, Sebastian gathers his sunglasses and car keys while you hook Jax up to his harness and wander down to the car. The oversized labrador flings himself into the backseat of your Xterra. Seb catches you for a kiss on the cheek before starting the car and heading across town to Evans’ place.
“Remind me why we’re going to this again? We could just as easily watch the game in our living room and not have to hear him and Anthony scream at the TV for two hours of the Pats winning… again..” Seb whines.
“Because, A: I’ll be yelling too and you would complain either way. B: Chris always hosts Sunday Night Football, we host Monday, that’s how it’s worked since he learned I love the game, babe. And C: you love me so…. Also you know the sex is always better after a good screaming match between me, Chris, and the TV.”
“That last one is so not a reason but I’ll let it slide because the sex is always great. Did you tell Chris we’re bringing Jax or are you just assuming he and Dodger will leave everyone to mind their own business?” Seb asks as the black moose tries to climb over his arm onto the center console and into your lap.
“I texted him about it last week. He said it was fine. Plus, they’ll make each other tired so we don’t have to take him on a run tonight. More time for activities,” you giggle as you shove the dog back into his territory and wiggle your eyebrows in Seb’s direction.
“You are so smart, you know that? Better knock on wood he doesn’t interrupt again like last week with the damn light up ball.”
“Hey , you bought him that so I take zero blame. Turn up at the corner. There’s a spot to park right there,” pointing to an empty space just a few doors down from Chris’ place.
You climb out and grab Jax while Seb grabs the case of beer from the back and start up the steps, laughing at the obnoxious yells already coming from his stairwell. The door’s unlocked the way it always is when you have watch parties, so Seb turns the knob and Jax goes bounding through the hall in search of the noises after you drop his leash. A resounding “oof” and various yelps of “dammit, Jax” and “hey, buddy!” make you burst into a fit of laughter as you and Seb round into the kitchen. Spying Mackie on the floor with Jax square on top of him, you reach around to help him up, only to have Dodger come bouncing out from behind the island and toppling you over next to him, leading everyone into a second bout of laughter.
“Boys, off! Jesus Chris, teach your kid some manners,” you jokingly chide as you hop up and start greeting the harem standing around the kitchen island.
“You say that like your’s is so trained,” Chris sighs humorously as Jax launches his front paws onto the counter to swipe a piece of cheese. You shove him off and toss a rogue chunk of cheddar in his general vicinity, giggling at Chris’ hand motions toward the dog.
“At least he knows what he wants,” you shrug and grab a cube for yourself and snicker. “What did you expect from oversized bear cub? Seb feeds him off the table all the time.”
“Excuse me, he was your dog first, and you started that. I just can’t be the asshole who denies him!” Seb shouts from inside the fridge while he digs for a beer that didn’t just come out of a roasting car.
“Alright, this is fun, but can we actually turn the game on now? Kick off should be in five and I need to judge this rendition of the National Anthem beforehand,” Anthony interrupts the dog banter while heading to the connected living room.
Jeremy nods and lifts his beer in agreement from the barstool to your left, adding, “Just turn it up and we can watch from here. Y/N, grab yourself something and lets catch up for a minute. Tell me about the ways you plan to ensure the Seahawks somehow take it all this year.”
You lift your Yeti and aim the straw at Seb in response, “I’ll stick to water, gotta be functional enough to get this lightweight home tonight. Russell’s got a better O-line this year starting out. If he can whip his runners into shape for the long passing game we’ll be knocking on the playoff door easy. So long as Pete has mustered up a good, fresh defensive line, they can block anything and everything from here to New England.”
Seb makes his way around the kitchen to you and reaches around to bear hug you. “Babe, you’ve never denied yourself at least one beer at a game. What did I miss? I am also not a lightweight. It was Jaeger and it was ONE TIME!” He leans into your back and continues to hold you with one arm and reaches for a chip. “And, we were all drunk. It wasn’t just me. Chris was puking for hours when we got home that night. Mackie was passed out on the couch. Downey had to play sorority sister and hold Chris up. At least I was responsible enough to call you to come get me!”
“Actually, Robert had already called me and I was on my way, Honey, but whatever you say. I’m fine, really, just a little nauseated from your terrible driving skills. Give me thirty minutes and I’ll be golden.” You turn around in Seb’s arms and soak in his warmth while reassuring him you aren’t reaching imminent death. “Now, let’s go watch shitty football!” You slip under his arm and drag him toward the leather sectional where Chris and Anthony were trying to convince Jax and Dodger to not wrestle in front of the game.
“I heard that! Oh, c’mon! Boys, out! Go play in my room. I need to see what BS call the ref has made already,” Chris yelled as he launched a squeaky ball down the hallway towards his master bedroom for the dogs to chase. You jump to the side so you don’t get taken out again at the knees and Seb pulls you down to curl up into his lap in the long corner of the couch.
“You just assume it’s bull because you think every ref has it out for Tom Brady since ‘deflategate’. The tight end was clearly over the line of scrimmage before the ball moved!” You shoot a playful slap at his arm as you shout agreeance with the ref’s call.
First quarter turns to second and as half time creeps closer, you still feel queasy. It comes in random waves that are just enough to make you curl into yourself tighter and feel a small spark of fear for Chris’ upholstery, but not enough to leave.
Seb notices you shift your hands into you stomach and prods for answers.“Babe, seriously, you have a body of steel. You didn’t eat anything crazier than usual yesterday and you actually haven’t eaten much today from what I’ve seen. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Do you want to go home? No -- I know that’s a dumb question. I just don’t want you getting sicker here cuz you hate being sick in front of people.”
“I’m fine, just -- jimminy christmas trees what did you eat? It fricken smells Seb. Get away, go get some listerine or something, please,” you shove him off of you as whatever forsaken food wafts into your nose, throwing you over the edge. By luck, you make it to the spare bathroom in time to dry heave and throw up whatever water and miniscule amount of crackers were in your system.
“Ungh, shit. This is going to be a long season,” you mutter into the porcelain throne of misery. Adding a grunt of effort, you lift yourself up to rinse your mouth out and splash some water onto your face. “Maybe this was a one time thing. Maybe I won’t be riddled with this for three months or so. I’m 100% going to be fine,” you tell yourself while staring into the mirror, trying hard to convince yourself that it was a fluke and morning sickness wasn’t real.
“Y/N, you ok? I’m sorry the chips smelled weird. I think Mackie switched them out. Hey, you look a little pale. You need to go lay down?” Seb rattles off concerns and gives you a visual once over when you open the bathroom door and make your way back into the kitchen.
“Seriously, Y/N, you look like you might fall over on us. Please, the guest room is clean and open. Ma made sure it was done when she visited last week. Just go lay down and take a break for a bit. You can’t tell us this is a fluke. You’re a vet assistant. Strange smells don’t do shit to you…” Chris came over and aimed you toward his spare room while Seb grabbed your water.
“Dear God, everyone chill I’m fine! And I refuse to lay down in that guest room where I know for a fact that your teenage boy style New England Patriots bed sheets are currently laid out. I can’t defile a Seahawks jersey in that way. It’s straight up blasphemous,” you grumble at the boys who are trying too hard to take care of you. You think your grumbling works until you see a few black dots and grab Seb’s arm to steady yourself.
“Ok, fine. I’ll go lay down but only because that room probably doesn’t have whatever mystery dip stench is coming from the kitchen, NOT because I am dizzy and tired and kinda still nauseous,” you state matter-of-factly at both Seb and Chris.
“Your grip’s awful tight for someone who’s just getting away from a smell. Okay, okay, point taken, c’mon.” Seb guides you to the back of the apartment while simultaneously avoiding your half-assed slap to the back of his head.
You pitifully look down at the bed and Sebastian stifles a laugh. You were right about the sheets, but also too out of energy to resist the calling of a nap, even if it meant sleeping on Patriots logos. He tucks you in, kissing the top of your head and telling you he’ll check on you after half time. You don’t register him shut the light off and let the dogs in to cuddle with you. You’re too busy rolling over into the pillows.
Somewhere after halftime, you wake up with Jax next to your arm and Dodger on your opposite leg, both dogs dead to the world. You revel in the moment of peace, smiling down at your not super flat stomach currently covered by the jersey you won’t be able to wear by the Super Bowl. You hear a dull set of hurrahs and cheers from the hall, assuming the Patriots got an impressive first down or a touchdown, and giggle. “Well, I ain’t cheering em on, but those stupid sheets seemed to calm you down I guess. At least we know Chris will like ya.” You rub along your stomach, joking about your baby’s future in football. As the cheering dies down, you continue to think about the million little things that will happen from this point on. You only found out about your pregnancy a couple days ago, haven’t even told Seb, yet.
“Waitin’ on the right moment, huh, baby?” You whisper to your stomach as you think of the perfect way to tell your boyfriend. Kids weren’t in the plans yet, but your birth control had other plans. Damn that .01 percent. With a smile and last sigh of peace, you throw the sheets back with a plan.
Just as you work your way out of the bed, feeling alive and functional again, the dogs leap up and run out to alert the boys of your movement. You make your way down the hall and into Seb who meets you halfway with a kiss.
“Feeling better? You look much less dead, Babe.” Seb smiles at you and embraces you tightly.
“Mhmm, much better. Your badmhmm….” You nod and mumble into his chest while soaking in his warmth.
“Didn’t catch that last part. Hmm?” Seb looks down at you with a quizzical eyebrow. You look up with a smile and press a kiss to his lips.
“I said, your baby likes the Patriots. They finally settled when I laid down and bundled in those stupid sheets.” You turn your lips up into a smirk waiting for the words to settle in and his reaction to launch.
“Wait, what baby? Jax doesn’t give a shit about the Patriots. I’m los…..” Seb’s confused expression turns into a bright smile when he registers you putting a hand to your stomach and your telling smirk. “You mean, our baby? As in one currently growing as in your gonna be a mom? I’m gonna be a father? No shit? Baby you’re shitting me? HOLY SHIT!” Seb rattles off curses of excitement in happy tears and litters you with kisses and pulls you back into a tight hug.
“What are we yelling about?”
“Why are you two crying?”
“What did we miss?”
The guys all ask in one quick sweep while staring at your exchange. You look at them from in Seb’s arms and ask if they should know.
“What do you think, Seb, tell ‘em? Leave ‘em guessing? Or be kind?”
“Baby please, we can’t be cruel after this little moment.”
“Ok fine. Only cuz we both suck at secrets. I was just telling Seb that his baby really likes the Patriots because they only calmed down once i was laying down on Chris’ blasted sheets. So I am assuming this kiddo’s gonna be a big fan of uncle Chris in a few years,” you retell the tale and walk over to the guys while they all start smiling wildly.
“Baby?! What the hell Y/N!? Shit so happy for you, Smalls!”
“Seb, man you’re so done for.”
“Dude, I am so happy for you. “
“You two are going to be amazing parents.”
“I call dibs on buying baby’s first jersey!”
The congratulations and hugs fly in the kitchen, week one game completely abandoned in favor of your news. As it dies down and the fourth quarter timer is heard from the living room, everyone saunters back to catch the last two minutes and other game recaps. Seb wanders away to his coat and calls the dogs over to help him with his own surprise. You turn around to call him over only to see Jax trotting at you with a strange collar attached to him.
“Where did this bowtie come from, huh, Bubs?” You reach down to inspect the adorable black and white tuxedo bowtie collar and find a box attached at the buckle. As you unbuckle the collar and separate the box, you stand up and see Seb coming out from the hall with a sweaty, nervous smile.
“Babe, what’s this collar? And did you forget to take this weird magnetic tag off?” You toss the cardboard back at him, only to underestimate its weight and lob it at his head.
Seb catches it and pulls you closer. “It’s for him to wear if you say ‘yes’. But you have to look inside the weird box first, Y/N.” Seb returns the box to your hand and lets you inspect it.
You open the taped slit and find a black velvet box, immediately you have to wipe tears from your eyes so you can look at Seb’s cerulean ones.
“I’m only gonna ask this once baby. You’re my best girl, closest friend, fiercest supporter, my rock. And now the mother of my child. I don’t ever want to spend another day without knowing we will come home to each other. So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”
You can barely form the words, but a choked “yes” and the happiest sob of your life come out as you launch yourself into Seb’s arms. A slough of hoops hollars and more congratulations come from the vicinity of the couch, along with howls and barks from the dogs at your knees. You wrap your hand up to Seb’s neck and pull him down for another kiss. “I love every Sunday night of fall. But this is the best Sunday night ever, Baby.”
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dekored · 3 years ago
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Guesses on the "bloooop" noise coming from my baseboards?
File this one under "random house noises", but it's not creaks and groans. We have baseboards with forced hot water for heat. Every now and then lately, usually in the middle of the night though I have heard it mid-day, we'll hear what's best described as this sort of echo-y "blooop" that sounds like it came from deep down in the pipes somewhere. At first I thought maybe the town was doing some work on the pipes somewhere nearby, you know how sometimes they'll mess with things and then you end up with brown water for a little while? Maybe they're introducing air, who knows. But, it's happened at least 4 or 5 times over several days, so that seems less likely.
I'm saying bloop because that's the best way I can think to describe it, but even that's not entirely accurate, it doesn't conjure up that "bubble floating up to the top" feeling, it's got more of a vibrating echo sort of thing like something caused the pipes to rattle which then propagated through the house. Somewhere in between.
That ring any bells for anybody? Anybody got ideas for what causes such things? We've got a gas furnace and my wife's nervous wondering if it's at all related to gas, rather than water, and the sign of anything that could be dangerous. We've also got a standard french drain / sump pump situation in the basement but I don't see any correlation there, it hasn't been raining enough to work the pump overtime or anything.
My googling's failing because anything related to noise and baseboards is always about the clicking, and google is not so good with onomopoetic words like "bloop". I feel like we had a similar problem years ago that just sort of went away, so I'm thinking maybe something seasonal? But I don't know what.
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ecotone99 · 5 years ago
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[HR] ZANACH
ZANACH
Her cries were little more than pathetic whimpers against the roaring of the air. The child stood in front of the now open door that had once protected her from the screams, clutching her favourite toy — a night-light in the shape of an angel — and watched as the sinister entities’ knife-like fingers slowly left the corpse of her mother. It turned to glare at her, its body coiling around itself, a shadowy cloud of black, boiling air. Its four oily wings slowly rose, then shuddered violently, and the little girl saw its ‘feathers’ fall to the ground and dissolve into a hundred puddles of ink. A halo appeared above its head, and she froze. She wanted to keep crying, to call out for her mom, her dad, even Uncle Aiden, but her throat seized up, her jaw shut closed, and her eyes were forced to gaze upon the dark majesty of this being that seemed to be made of pure shadow.
A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. It had all been so sudden…. Her mom had taken her from the control room with the massive glass window down to a much smaller chamber: a room with two big, metal doors and a dozen or so small nozzles on the roof. While her dad and Uncle Aiden ‘did their thing’, her mom had lifted her up to look through the small window on one of the doors, because she wanted to see the angels, which her father had promised her she could do. But when she saw the laser fire and collide with the gate, she had lost consciousness, and when she regained it all she could hear was screaming. The big door was now open, and her mom was on the platform in front of it, surrounded by a cloud of gunfire and something that looked like smoke. Then she had heard the sound of glass shattering.
And that was when the creature had appeared.
To her, it didn’t look much like an angel. Angels had faces, and beautiful wings, and sometimes carried harps or swords. This thing, however, had no face — it didn’t even have eyes — and its wings were haggard and monstrous, each feather glinting in the faint light like they were made of steel. It didn’t have anything in its hands, either — instead, its fingers were long and grotesque, each one as long and as sharp as a blade. And it certainly didn’t glow like her night-light — it was dark, darker than she had ever thought possible, a hateful mess of boiling shadow.
Her mom had woken up, but before she could even move the dark angel jumped onto her back and slid its fingers slowly into her back, then lifted them back out again. The girl could swear that it was laughing, but against the cacophony of noise it was hard to tell.
Now, it had her attention, and was slowly moving towards her. She couldn’t stop looking at it, the thing that had killed her mom, but the longer she looked the calmer she felt, like she was floating on some distant, alien ocean. Any pain she once had dissipated. All her feeling was gone. In the distance she could hear alarms blaring and a computer shouting out random words, but those sounds were growing fainter and fainter by the second. Everything was bliss, everything was peaceful. As the creature walked towards her, it raised its wings and its hands, splaying them both so she could see each individual part. The halo atop its head started vibrating erratically.
And then a glowing white sword went through its back, causing it to scream so loud that the air turned to liquid.
The little girl was forced to the ground sprawling, knocking her out of her stupor. Another creature — this one a being of pure radiant energy — stabbed the dark angel again and again and again, only stopping once it was a mushy puddle of darkness. It turned to her in all its glory. This one looked far more like an angel than the other; although it didn’t have a face, it had magnificent silver wings that connected to each individual wing-bone in a lattice-like structure, and the feathers floated upwards, only to evaporate into small bursts of radiance. A great halo made out of liquid gold hovered just centimetres above its head, and in its hands was a sword glowing as white-hot as its skin, as if they were both made from the same material.
When it looked at her, she wasn’t frozen, either. In place of bliss and peace she felt safety and reassurance, but also weak, as if the glare from this entity was more powerful than any and all of her will. It took a cautious step forward, lowering its sword, but stopped when its foot passed through the frame of the door. This time, the girl took a step forward, wary, but still confident. She clutched her toy.
“Are you an angel?” she asked, her mouth dry and her voice weak from all the crying.
The being stared at her, cocked its head, and let out a garbled sound. The air around it started to liquefy.
l“את לא צריכה להיות כאן, ילדה. זה עכשיו מקום של מוות,”l the being said as it gestured to the area behind it.
The girl looked at the creature confused. “I… I’m sorry but I can’t understand you. If you’re an angel, maybe you can help me. Mommy she… she took me down to see the angels but now there is just noise and screams and… and Mommy is gone now. I don’t know what to do. I’m really scared.” She started to cry again. “Daddy he… he said that this would be fun and exciting but I’m not excited anymore. I just want to go home. Please…”
Another alert blared from somewhere beyond the door. The angel finally stepped through, and knelt down so that it was eye-level with the girl. She winced as it spoke again, shying away from the air that now burned.
l”אתה הורה אלא ההרס שלך. אוריאל נלחם כדי להרחיק אותך מהיבריס. אבדון רוצה לתת לך להמשיך לנהל אותו. אמך נפלה קורבן לשנאה הזו.”l
Her tears were freely flowing now. She couldn’t understand it, and she didn’t even know if it could understand her. All she wanted was her dad, her mom, but one was gone and the other, well, she didn’t know where he was. Maybe still in the room with the big window, but that was only a best guess.
The angel cocked its head again. l“אל תבכי, ילדה. אני נלחם למען האור והחיים. אתה בטוח בידיים שלי,”l it said, gently lifting the toy out of her hands. It studied it intensely, caressing it with delicate fingers. l“מלאך...”l
“I-I-I-I d-don’t understand what y-you’re say-*hic*-saying,” she choked through the tears. “I’m j-just *hic* just s-so scared.”
Her toy was gently placed back into her hands, and the halo atop the angels head shifted in colour, mutating in colour from gold to silver. “YOU ARE LOST?” it said in a voice that sounded like it was drowning in static. The air around its head no longer turned to sludge.
The girl slowly stopped crying, then gave it a weak smile. “You… you talk! I can understand you! You can help me! YAY!”
She started to jump up and down, but the angel recoiled, unsure. Taking a big breath, she composed herself and continued, saying, “I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you. Yes, I am lost. Mommy took me down here, away from Daddy, but now I can’t remember the way back. If we can find Daddy, he’ll know how to fix this. He’s very smart, Mommy always says so.”
The angel offered her a radiant hand. Its sword was now nowhere to be seen.
“COME, “ it said. “I WILL PROTECT YOU FROM THE MALAKIYM AFELIM, THE SERVANTS OF ABADDON. I WILL TAKE YOU TO YOUR FATHER. YOU WILL BE SAFE IN MY HANDS.”
Hesitantly, she grabbed its left hand with her right. Although it looked as if it was on fire, the skin was cold to the touch, and she could feel her own skin being strengthened by the radiance, like it was healing all of her hand’s impurities. The angel led her through various winding metal hallways, but suddenly started to move faster as a massive sound echoed from behind them. They raced up a set of stairs, almost tripping the girl, but although it was a struggle she managed to keep up.
“What’s happening?” she strained to say. The angel’s face almost blinded her as it looked in her direction to speak.
“URIEL GROWS IMPATIENT. CREATURES OF METAL AND EARTH PURSUE US. THEIR INTENTIONS ARE CLOUDED IN A FOREST OF CIRCUITS BUT I SENSE THEY WANT… YOU”
The angel paused, the energy in its face swirling around, making it look like it was thinking. It turned back to her, the little girl shielding her eyes this time.
“I WILL NOT LET THAT PASS. YOU ARE IMPORTANT. OHR’S INFLUENCE SURROUNDS YOU.” The angel stopped in front of a closed door, and tore through the reinforced steel like it was nothing but hot wax. “YOU WILL BE TAKEN TO KOR HMITSRF, TO WHERE THE SEALS STAND TALL AGAINST AN INFINITE SEA OF STARS. I WILL FOSTER YOU. YOU WILL GROW WITH DIVINITY. YOU WILL BECOME ONE WITH MY FELLOW MAL’ACH, CHILD. YOUR LIFE WILL BEGIN ANEW.”
Before she could understand what the angel was telling her, a sound reminiscent of realities breaking tore through every fibre of her being. The angel looked up, startled, then quickly grabbed the girl, carrying her through the hole in the door. They stepped into the room with the big window, but the girl saw that the window was now gone, shattered, and beyond were it once was…
The Gate pulsed and hummed, and the air around it solidified into a strange, angular, white-hot substance. Her father was on his knees in front of the broken glass, clutching his head, whispering something to himself over and over again. A blinding white light emanated from the Gate, and the angel ducked down, shielding her from the glare. Warnings were being broadcast all around her, and through the blaze of sound she could hear mechanical noises, the sounds of joints cracking and creaking. She could feel herself slipping away, as if her very being was being liquefied and poured into the rivers of time.
And then everything broke as a voice as ancient as the universe and imposing as reality itself shouted to her in a language she did not know.
When she woke, everything was eerily quiet. She lay on the hard metal floor, covered in cuts and bruises, and she could feel wetness around her eyes, ears, and throat. Her fingers were covered in a thick, sticky substance. Blood, she quickly thought, but where she expected puddle of red she only found a puddle of radiant white. It was then that she realised her angel was gone, reduced to nothing but a puddle of white liquid.
As she struggled to stand up, a cold metal hand grabbed the neck of her shirt and lifted her off the ground, leaving her dangling. The body that belonged to the hand was slender, almost feminine, and made of black steel. Clouds of red energy stuck to its chassis like hair to a coat, and she could see that it was slowly eating away at its chassis, replacing the steel with a viscous crimson fluid. The head that belonged to the body was a sharp, angular tetrahedron that was on its side. One end was far narrower than the other, and each face of the shape was covered in the same red energy that clung to the body. The figure let out a garbled sound, then placed her back on clear ground.
Two other robots joined the first, all of the exact copies of one another, all of them covered with clouds of red energy. The little girl instinctively clutched her toy to her chest, but found that her toy was gone, lost in the chaos. She wanted to cry, but whatever was around her eyes made it painful to even blink.
“D-do you know where the a-a-angel went?” she stuttered, afraid. The three robots looked around, confused, then turned back to face her.
“Qq-aa-omv-rrru—” the first one said in a jumble of static.
“N——nnna—c—d——hu..?” the second one replied, taking a step forward.
She looked at them, confused. They seemed familiar somehow… but even thinking was hard to do.
The third robot knelt down, and she watched as one of its small, angular shoulder ornaments travelled down its right arm to cover its mechanical fingers. With this new implement, it stabbed the ground, then gave her a sharp piece of metal. The other two looked on in anticipation, waiting for her reaction. She shyly grabbed it, but squealed when one of the jagged edges cut her hand.
Nodding its head, the second robot moved to pick her up, but she squirmed, desperately trying to get out of its reach. The robot stopped, looking at her confused. She didn’t know what was happening, and couldn’t trust these robots, no matter how friendly they were being.
“Go away!” she shouted. “I don’t want you, I want my angel! I want Daddy!”
“CCCC— unit Nicholas—.?” the first one said, the words hidden in the white noise. The girl gazed at the trio. That was her father’s name. They can understand? Maybe they’re like the angel!
*“*Where is Daddy?” she asked impatiently. “The angel was taking me to Daddy, where is he?”
The second robot let out a sad sound, then pointed to the end of the room, just in front of the shattered window. There she saw a corpse lying there, burned beyond recognition; that viscous, crimson liquid that wasn’t blood flowing out of every orifice.
“Oh,” was all she said. She knew that she should have cried out in grief, that she should have felt immeasurable sadness, but at this point it was hard to feel anything anymore. To distract herself, she turned back to the robots.
“What are your names?” she asked.
The first robot let out a high pitched whine before responding with, “R-r-r—r—uu—Rugi.”
“M—aayaya—Maya,” the second robot said, moving again to pick her up. This time, she offered no resistance. She didn’t have anyone else left, and these robots seemed to care about her, for whatever reason.
Lowering its other shoulder ‘knife’, the third robot screeched, then said, “Victor—————… Vic.”
The robot named Maya lazily carried her at arm's length, so as to not inflict her with the red clouds of energy that hung around its body. Past its shoulders she could see that the Gate was now dim where it had once been bright, and globs of that red fluid now clung to it like cancers. Below its frame, a river of white-hot material flowed aimlessly around, killing anything it touched.
The little girl went to massage her cut hand, but found that there was, in fact, no cut at all. Instead, her right hand was completely featureless: there were no wrinkles, no markings, no… anything. It was completely smooth, no bump or groove in-sight. She checked her other hand, but that one was normal, the same was true for every other part of her body. It was just her right hand that had, for some reason, ended up featureless.
“N-n—n”, Rugi strained to say, trying hard to make the words. “Name?”
The little girl yawned. She was so, so tired, and Maya was rocking her back and forth like her mom used to, making her even sleepier. “Nami,” she said, before falling asleep, to dream of nothing but gates and angels.
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