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nanaminokanojo · 9 months ago

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THAWING ICE QUEEN (bonus chapter #2)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

A/N: This is 4k+ words of pure filth, I'll have you know. 😂 Anyway, enjoy the bonus chapter. Didn't wanna leave you guys with nothing.

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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"Enjoying yourself without me?"

You chuckled at the sound of Satoru's voice coming from across you . He sure took his time coming into the spring to finally join you after taking your photo. You opened your eyes, and once you did, you were met by the sight of his tall figure coming down the steps of the spring. He smirked, keeping his eyes on you as he unwrapped and tossed the small towel which did a poor job at covering anything of his.

All the while, you watched the magnificent being that he is through half lidded eyes, noticing how his smooth skin flushed slightly as he waded towards you. The steam from the water didn't help in your already clouded vision and thoughts, eyes trailing from his face, down to his wide chest and sculpted abdomen. You observed him without reservations, your gaze piercing as you explored lower between his legs, beaming cockily when his length seemed to twitch at your unabashed attention.

Your tongue darted between your lips as you drank the entirety of his features, deciding that you liked him the most at his vulnerable moments – when he's under the mercy of your touch, bare for you to see every line and curve of what makes up the perfection that was Gojo Satoru. Although he always tried to conceal it with misplaced cockiness, you knew the truth in his reactions, coming to life under your fingertips, blue irises turning into mere rings that enclosed infinite universes when he's on the cusp of reaching his high all because of you.

Satoru sunk into the water not a foot away from you, an effort to conceal the blush that had suffused his cheeks before he was even knee-deep in the hot spring water. You looked away, deciding to give him reprieve but not before throwing a playful smirk his way. He sank even lower until all that was above water was to the point under his eyes, his hair falling over them as the steam made it damper.

"You'll get a nosebleed if you do that," you told him as you leaned your head back onto the artificially arranged rocks behind you, setting the cocktail you've made for yourself earlier on the side of the spring.

He straightened up and pouted at you. "I'll get a nosebleed if you don't stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" you asked, feigning innocence as you closed your eyes again. While you didn't have problems showing him just how physically attractive he is, it didn't hurt to tease him from time to time. Satoru is hot. Even the blind would know that.

The water calmed you down earlier, but having him close to you now, knowing he was watching you, seemed to have made the temperature rise. You sat still, letting your muscles relax although the anticipation was bubbling up in your chest. When was the last time you two were intimate? Why were you counting?

"Feeling better?" he spoke, his voice breaking through the sounds of nature that surrounded you.

"Better?" you repeated. "I don't think I was in any condition less than the current one I'm in to warrant that question, Satoru."

"You totally weren't okay yesterday." You could hear the pout in his tone, prompting you to open your eyes. "I just felt drained from the hike," you lied. He didn't have to know the details about your current issues with your dad, and you opted to change the topic, your disposition not swayed by his seemingly nervous small talk. "I am, however, in a good mood."

His lips stretched into a smile as he glanced at you, cheeks tickled pink. He could tell you it was because of the heat of the spring, and maybe you would indulge him and agree with it, but you knew otherwise, deciding to push him even further.

"In a giving mood, in fact."

Your words were like a bomb blast in the relative quiet of your surroundings, its effects and connotation lingering in the air, smoldering into a sizzle, shrapnels driving into his consciousness to drive your innuendo deeper in. This time, when he returned your gaze, he didn't look away, evidently torn between just acting on it and making sure you meant what he thought you did.

And then he broke into a lazy smile, concealing the sudden assault of lust that had made his clear blue eyes hazy. Well, barely. The honest thing between his muscled thighs didn't seem to agree. "Sweet cheeks, stop messing around."

You wanted to make him squirm, be the one to snap even if you're the one who was initiating the act. Gojo Satoru was one confident man, but you know what becomes of him when he lets go of his pride in exchange for unbridled pleasure. That's exactly what you wanted to see – him turning into a hot mess because of you. And you knew just how to do that.

To make your point clear, you took his hand from under the water, slowly lifting it up towards your left cheek. He instinctively cupper your face but you turned your face towards his palm, planting butterfly kisses all the way up to the tip of his index finger. You relished in the way he gazed at you, seemingly bewitched, a smile etching across your lips when his eyes rounded at the sensation of your tongue darting out to lick at the side of his finger.

And then you slipped his finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Your eyes remained fixated on his every reaction, his breath hitching when you lightly bit the tip.

You had a whole new look in your eyes as they took on a dark, seductive mood. You guided his hand over your body, going lower as you rose up from the water, droplets of steamy water sliding down your naked form. You let his hand go, standing before him and letting him touch you the rest of the way down. You tilted his chin up so he was looking at you. He looked so hot with his hair pushed back, flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips as he felt his way over the curve of your hips.

"Does it look like I'm messing around, Satoru?"

He needed no further goading, taking the initiative by standing up to his full height. Both his hands took their places to cup your head, keeping you still as he dived in, seeking your lips and hungrily coveting them in a seering kiss that set the rest of your body on fire. With one hand, he grabbed onto your waist, squeezing as he dragged you closer to him, and in response, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing closer until your breasts were flush against his taut chest.

Satoru bent down as his hands traveled down your ass, squeezing the bare flesh and grinding the apex of your thighs against his sinewy thighs. He wanted control, but you weren't about to give it to him. He was about to lift you up by the thighs when you bit down on his lower lip, causing him to groan but pause at the same time, eyes wide in surprise.

A giggle bubbled from yout throat as you pushed him against the edge of the spring. "You weren't listening. I said I was in a giving mood." As if to emphasize your point, you shoved him further back until he was forced to hold onto the wooden platform behind him, the water just reaching halfway up his thighs.

"Didn't know you were hungry – Oh shit!" He intended that comment to be smug, but his breath hitched at his last words when you grabbed his balls in your hand just tight enough to warrant his reaction. That ought to show him who's in charge this time, and he didn't seem opposed to it, shutting up and even holding his breath as you slid your hand underneath his shaft. He was heavy on your palm, a tad bit warmer and flushed from having been submerged in the hot water of the spring. And then you wrapped your fingers around him and started pumping.

Satoru let out a shaky breath as you pressed closer, his eyes intent on yours as he broke into a grin. You pulled him towards you just close enough so you could feel his gasped breaths in sync with your hand. "Think you can keep your hands still for me?"

"Mhmm," he agreed a little to eagerly, his nose flaring at the prospect of what was to come.

"You promise?" you asked, your hand stopping its movements when he didn't answer quick enough.

"I promise, sweet cheeks."

"Good." You slowly got down on your knees, just the perfect height to be eye-level with his cock and for the water to reach above your chest. "You touch me, we stop, yes?"

Satoru just nodded not taking his eyes off of you. He watched you, the anticipation radiating from every inch of his skin as he waited for you to make yout next move.

"Your word, baby," you prompted him to which he responded with a quick, "Yes. Just...please –"

You chuckled, stroking him again. "Someone's eager. You're lucky you're pretty." But you gave in to his wishes, moving closer towards him, your tongue pushing between your lips to run the tip of his cock over it, repeating the action of stimulating that specific area before finally wrapping your lips around the swollen head. With a final whirl of your tongue against his slit, you pushed forward, taking him into your mouth. With every push and pull, you took as much of his length a little more at a time, reveling in the sweet noises he was making above you.

"Fuck, baby, you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth," he said between every hitched breath.

You continued to work him up until you felt him touching the back of your mouth, almost nudging at your throat. He flinched slightly when you took him that far again, and the next time you pulled back, you did so to the tip before hollowing your cheeks and giving him a particularly hard suck.

"Nngghh, Y/N – baby, that feels s-so...ah, fuck!"

You hummed, drool dripping to your chun as you continued with your ministrations, taking him deeper while making up for the rest of his length with your hand that simultaneously moved with your mouth with heightening intensity at every turn.

This was what you wanted, see him unraveling, his legs spasming as he tried to keep himself up, knuckles turning bone white as he kept his hands on the platform, trying so hard not to just grab your hair and fuck your mouth the way he wants. He's so pretty like that – fucked out, sweat dripping from his temples from his resolve to keep his end of the deal, flushed across the cheeks and jaw slack from your attention as you deliberately fondled his balls. There was certain satisfaction in bringing a man like him – confident and used to getting his way – down to his knees; a certain degree of pride knowing you were the one who was pushing him to edge. All while you are the one on your knees, literally, and holding the reins with absolute control. The thought of it was enough to make your pussy clench around nothing, heat pooling in depths of your loins. Who would have thought giving Gojo Satoru what he wanted could be such a turn-on to you?

And just when he thought he's in heaven, you take him higher by taking him deeper into your throat, his cockhead pushing down deeper, the momentary loss of air in your lungs an exhilarating sensation as you brought him closer and closer to the edge. All you could hear were broken fragments of your name, his repeated praises and declarations of how good it felt and how close he was.

"S-sweet cheeks...I-I'm s-so close...ha..." Unable to help it, his right hand shot out, and you let him, your teary eyes focusing on him as he took a fistful of your hair and snapped his hips, moving on his own none-too-gently. "You look so pretty for me...so good to me..." Expletives spilled out of his mouth while you choked on him. "I'm c-cum –"

He didn't get to say the rest of his words but had the mind to pull out just in time for the rest of his cum to erupt on your lips and chin, dripping down on your neck, thick and warm. He braced himself on your shoulders as he sank into the water with you, catching his breath as he chuckled.

"Goddamn, that mouth of yours," he rasped, pulling you onto his lap when he saw you darting your tongue out of your mouth to taste him. Satoru licked your neck clean, his mouth seeking yours in a sloppy kiss that was mostly his tongue playing with yours until neither of you can tell whose taste it was either of you were chasing after.

"That good?" you asked him cockily while he kissed down the column of your throat.

He hummed against your skin. "Best fucking head I got. Ever."

You laughed. "Silly."

He gripped your hips, causing you to yelp as he adjusted your position on his lap so that his dick, which was growing hard again, perfectly slotted between your thighs. "Not kidding, baby. I told you. We're just perfect –" He teasingly slid his length between your pussy lips as he pressed you onto him, his grip on your waist tight. "– for each other."

"So you keep telling me."

He smirked at you. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't believe it."

You lifted your hands up to his cheeks, pinching them. "You're so cheesy about it, too."

"You don't like it?" he asked and you could've sworn you saw hurt cross his face. It was fleeting, but you knew you weren't imagining it, especially when he made an effort to distract himself from looking at you, scooping water in his hand and letting the water drip over your shoulder.

You shook your head. "I didn't say that."

At that, his ocean eyes finally met yours, a small smile tugging at the corners of his sensuous lips. "I'll take what I can get. For now..."

"Fo now what – What –!" You let out a surprised shriek when Satoru suddenly stood up, lifting you up by your thighs and taking you with him out of the spring and deeper into the house. Water dripped on the floor from your naked forms, leaving a wet trail in your wake.

"I want you to sit on my face, sweetheart."

And he made you do just that, lying flat on the bed while you kneeled astride his head, hands braced on the headboard while you watched him underneath you. Uncertainty swam in your eyes as you felt his hands grip your hips to keep you suspended enough above his mouth, his piercing gaze trained to your quivering cunt. Satoru always did that, you noticed, and he always did so with such an expression that spoke volumes of his hunger.

Regardless if you were ready for what he has in store for you, he pulled you down closer to give your folds a long lick. The first contact was so electrifying that you found yourself arching your back, a dragged out moan leaving your lips as he tongued at your clit, swirling the tip around it several times before flicking on it in a quick, steady rhythm that had you rising on your legs.

His name spilled from your lips between high-pitched keens and broken pleas. Whether you wanted him to keep going or to stop, you didn't know. But he stole your breath with every shift between his tongue and lips, sucking on your clit and folds like he was tasting water for the first time.

"Oh god," you breathed out hoarsely when he started burrowing his tongue into you, his head moving side to side with the action as he fucked you with his mouth, fast and unrelenting that you felt yourself unraveling before you were even aware of it. Still, he didn't stop, even moaning against you as if to encourage you.

"T-too much...it's too much, 'Toru," you whined, your legs shaking when you felt another wave of orgasm, causing you to squirm away from his touch, bur he wasn't going to let that happen. At some point, he made the decision for you, holding you still and not allowing you to move. His strong arms kept you pinned to the spot just like how he wanted it. Meanwhile, he continued to make out with your nether lips, the noises he was making along with the loud squelching of his lips and tongue so lewd in your ears that in no time, he had you gushing all over him, your slick juices covering the lower half of his face.

"Fuck – ah!" Your hand faltered on the headboard as he licked you clean. "Good girl," he whispered sweetly between kitten licks all over your oversensitive pussy. You were just about ready to topple over on the bed with your legs having turned to jelly under your weight, but he caught you just in time to pull you over himself, sliding you over his abs.

"Goddamn, that mouth if yours," you repeated his words to you earlier, breathless as you spoke.

Satoru had this self-satisfied look about his cum-laden face as he let out a quiet laugh at the mess he made of you. "That good, sweet cheeks? We've just begun though."

You limply fell forward on him, not wanting to put further strain on your thighs. "Shut up," you told him, voice muffled on the crook of his neck which soon turned to whines as he reach down your ass, squeezing before his fingers made their way between your legs, smearing your cum all over your pussy lips.

"You like that?" he cooed in your ear, teasing your fluttering hole and dipping two fingers in just partially when he felt your body twitch. "You've got to answer me, Y/N." But all he heard from you were pleasured sounds, the short, gasps of air eventually becoming quick successions of moans as he worked his fingers into you like well-oiled pistons, lubricated by your juices.

But before you could fall off the edge again, he maneuvered you over to his side so he could lay beside you, reaching an arm over to your front, his fingers gliding over your belly and back into your wetness.

"A-ah! Satoru...fuck..." you squealed when he shoved his fingers back into your throbbing cunt, going deep in search for your sensitive spot as if he hadn't been doing much of that already. You grabbed his hand, trying to stop him, but he tilted your head towards him, distracting you by claiming your lips with his, sloppily kissing you and hungrily swallowing your pathetic mewls.

"You started this, baby. Didn't you say you were in a giving mood?" he taunted you. "Well, I'm in a taking mood, and I want you." His fingers moved faster within you. "I want everything you can give me. You can do it. You've been so good so far."

You let out a soft mewl at his praises, snuggling closer to him to have something to hang on to, feeling as if gravity was failing as he brought you to yet another high, the knot forming in your loins tensing until there was no other way but to let go. The constant way in which he touched you caused your whole body to spasm until you were reduced to nothing but liquid pleasure and on his fingers alone.

"Mmhhh..." You panted onto his chest as his movements slowed down. Satoru took his fingers out, gently caressing your folds in languid strokes as your nerves calmed down a tad.

You were still shaking even as he kissed you tenderly, barely able to respond but letting him in when you felt his tongue probing into your mouth, teasing yours into reciprocation. As he did, he grabbed one of the pillows above your head, pulling away just quick enough to lift your hips a little to slip it under you. It was obvious what he was going to do after, and as if on instinct, you closed your legs together

He kissed you on the cheek, progressing lower and leaving a trail of fire as he moved to your jaw line, under you ear to the side of your neck, your skin flushing on the spots he paid most attention to. Satoru moved to hover above you, caging you into place as he littered your chest with blooming, red roses. His mouth latched onto one of your breasts, taking in as much as he could before sucking on your nipple hard.

Still too overwhelmed that his slightest touches was sending you on overdrive, you arched your back as he played with your succulent tits, shifting his attention from one to the other. "I can't get enough of these babies," he told you in a salacious tone, tongue hanging out as he flicked a sensitive bud. "I love putting them in my mouth," he said absently, covering one with his hand before giving it a rough squeeze. "I love everything about you."

The thudding of your heart grew heavier, and you knew it wasn't because of the physical exertion alone. His words were worming their way into your head, making your whole body go warm and for your chest to feel tighter as butterflies struggled to get out of you.

He resumed devouring your left breast while his hands roamed lower, spreading your legs apart with ease, keeping them open by wedging himself between them. With his hand between your bodies, he stroked his cock and started sliding the underside against your slick-laden slit, slowly humping you. At times, the head of his cock snags against your clit and he would repeat the same movements just to pull little squeaks out of your throat.

"You like that?"

"More...ah, 'Toru...ah...hnngggh..." You started bucking your hips up in time with his rhythm, unable to help it, the friction becoming so good that you thought you were going to combust.

You could feel yourself turning lucid, your brain turning to an incoherent mush with every stimulating stroke of his flesh against yours. But just as you thought it was too much, Satoru drew back, and just as you were reaching your high, he plunged deep into you, the action accompanied by a symphony of your cries of delectation and a guttural groan that spilled past his lips when he was met with little resistance upon his entrance and the subsequent clenching of your walls around him, spasming as if a welcoming hug filled with longing.

Liquid heat surrounded him as he slowly pulled out, torn between just staying inside you and fulfilling his desires which were quickly catching onto him. The latter prevailed as he thrust harder, gradually building up his rhythm. His thoughts were filled with nothing but the fact that what the two of you had transcended just sexual compatibility, sealing the thought in his head that you were made for each other, uniquely so like puzzle pieces coming together.

It wasn't just sex anymore, not to him. The way you fit in his arms, the way your hands felt just right with each other, the way it was so easy to put affection in every single one of his acts towards you. All of those went just beyond physical.

He just knows he had never and will never have anybody as good as you and how you make him feel.

And you were just the same, babbling nonsense as your mind swirled with nothing but Gojo Satoru, not sure if you wanted more, your mind telling you what you wanted but never translating to anything he could comprehend.

"Tell me what you want, sweet cheeks. Come – ah – come on, baby. I know you can do it."

Broken syllables of his name fell past your lips.

"Yes, baby. I'm here." His voice was accompanied by the sound of your hips coming together as he fucked you senseless. He took your limp arms, making you hold onto him as he patiently hung onto what you will say.

"Y-you...I want..." And then your eyes opened, shining with tears as something profound invaded every crevice of your being, radiating from your chest to the lines of your being. "I want you, Satoru," you finally managed to say in one go, and when you did, as if you were released from invisible bonds, you let go fully, heart and soul.

With a few more thrusts, you came around him and more, squirting with the force of a train wreck hitting you both as he continued to drive his cock into your leaking cunt, going against the pressure of your orgasm.

"Holy shit, baby! You're so hot – fuck!"

He followed shortly after you did, spurts of his release coating your walls, his cock swelling with the pride that he made you feel that good. With the strength left in him as his hips involuntarily moved through the pleasure, he rolled you both over so you were on top of him, his body shaking underneath your equally unstable form.

The bed was a mess, you both were a mess, but neither of you moved. He just cradled you on his chest, listening to the sound of your breathing as you came down from whatever cloud he sent you to.

You felt trapped in your mind as you lay still, hearing each one of his heartbeats, feeling when he moved slightly to pull out of you, your mixed essences dripping out of you and onto the space between you. His breaths evened out as yours did, soon replaced by light snored and mumbling.

And then he said your name followed by two words which, albeit mumbled, were very clear to you.

"Love...you."

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sybaritick · 3 months ago

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In response to recent posts I've seen discussing "people on tumblr lying about being working class when they're clearly not/people on tumblr claiming they're regular middle class when they make 200k a year": it's true this is extremely annoying, but i really think this problem exists on EVERY website and also in real life (feel like one can meet working-class-larpers at every US university, but more so the more elite the university is).

People build an identity around an image of their social class, both current and past, and that can be for political reasons (they're a leftist and don't want to be one of the bad rich people) or just because they want to have a bootstraps success narrative around themselves or whatever else. But that identity they build can be completely disconnected from the material reality of their upbringing.

My parents were definitely well-off: my dad was a software developer and my mom also had a tech-adjacent job. Because we lived in a very expensive area, people still made fun of me for class-related reasons as a kid and my parents struggled with financial stuff at times (like having to move out of the house we lived in and switch to renting a smaller condo). However I would still never make the claim I am just some average American, because as a kid my family's income was definitely in the top ~15% in the US.

The thing is though... I think some people either 1) Solely base their perception on the people around them, and if you do that you'll probably think of yourself as average, or 2) have a load-bearing element of their personality that depends on them having been working class background or at the very least have come from an "average" background.

I think the problem here is people building their identities so hard around what their ideology "demands." It's not easy to solve but it's something you have to be honest with yourself about. There is a huge strain of online Tumblr-type-leftism that demands you perform a sort of victimhood/background of oppression or be considered inherently a bad person, and the result is that some people will fake it, but they might not even believe they are faking it, it's part of their self-image.

Don't buy into this idea that victimhood is virtuous.

The first step is do not apologize for any advantage you have and do not feel guilt over any advantage you have: the advantage is good. it lets you do more, gives you power, gives you time or money or connections compared to the average. Everyone has at least some advantages in life, even if they are as simple as "It's an advantage that I was born in at Western country," or "it's an advantage that I'm not blind or deaf." You will never accomplish anything useful, politically or personally, by feeling bad for these things. (You cannot give another person your advantages, or remove your own advantages, by feeling guilty. you CAN use your advantages to help disadvantaged people-- but not through guilt or performative hand-wringing!)

You should feel good and happy about the things many on Tumblr call privileges, because they mean it will be some amount easier for you to get further and climb higher and do more. I love being American. I love being able to do this many pull-ups. I love being male-passing. And I love money. Build from there.

#cal txt #politics

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funnuraba · 5 months ago

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ME/CFS symptoms part 2: The Fatigue

Hey, have you guys noticed how everyone is tired recently? Like, everybody you know is exhausted, and so are you, and so is everyone on the internet and in real life, and nobody's getting better, and sleep and rest don't help?

In addition, are you having new symptoms like tingling hands and feet? Dizziness or lightheadedness? Restless legs? Digestive problems? Slow thinking? Word confusion? Tinnitus or other hearing loss? Vision loss? Stomach problems? Sinus issues? Sleep disturbance or change? Soreness? New, worsening or changing migraines? Heart palpitations? New sensitivity to the weather? Joint pain? New chronic pain spots? Dark patches on your torso? Hair loss? New incontinence at an unusual age without having had children? Do you feel like you have the flu after heavy exertion?

Yeah I was having a lot of that myself. Turns out it was Long Covid, the Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome type, which makes up 50% of all Long Covid cases. I can't sugarcoat this: if you have this, you are fucked to some degree. You have to reduce the amount of energy you use or you'll degenerate further into actual living hell. That means no stimulants, no pushing through it, no exercise at all, period, no I'm not joking, exercise makes you worse with this condition.

And not just physical exertion, but mental exertion. The energy it takes to put things into words, to look at screens or movement on screens, to digest food. All of that is way more than you think. You need to figure out your new limits, because aggressive rest is the only way you stand a chance of staying in the Mild stage. This may mean ending your social life, ending travel, working from home, quitting your job. If you don't do it, you'll wish you had.

Aggressive rest means staying in bed a lot. Doing nothing. At least an hour a day of literally nothing: you lie there with earplugs in and an eye mask on. It's gonna be awful. But I'm not exaggerating: Moderate ME/CFS is hell on earth, and there are two stages after that: Severe and Very Severe. Your body physically can't restore energy in a normal way anymore. If it runs out, you'll get Post Exertional Malaise, and if you get too much of that you "crash".

A crash keeps you from doing anything. You won't be able to process sound or light, you probably won't be able to get out of bed. You may not be able to sit up. You might struggle to breathe. You may get out of the crash in a day, in a week, in months--or never. Every single crash has the potential to become a permanent loss of function. People have lost the ability to digest food and the muscular strength it takes to breathe. There are people who do nothing but lie in the dark all day, unable to tolerate light or sound, being fed through a tube port by a caretaker who has to hurry out of the room because the physical presence of another human being is too painful. And those are the lucky ones who have non-abusive caretakers; almost no doctors or professional carers believe in this disease or are equipped to treat someone who has it. You can be legally tortured in the hospital if you go in for a procedure and the doctors think you're lying about what hurts you.

If it sounds like I'm trying to scare you? Yes. I am. I spent six months toward the lower end of Moderate ME. Hell is real. You will pray for death. You will not be physically able to kill yourself. This is why all those annoying disabled people keep screeching about wearing respirators to prevent Covid spread, because your odds of getting this go up with every infection, vaxxed or not, and many people already have it. They don't know yet. And they're pushing their way past their late chance to mitigate their descent into, I am not exaggerating, hell itself. You will want to fucking die if you get to a certain stage of this condition. ME/CFS patients have a high suicide rate and report a quality of life lower than end-stage cancer and AIDS patients.

So, again, are you tired all the time lately? Do you know someone who is? Look up the symptoms of ME/CFS and be very, very careful. And wear a fucking respirator in public spaces. All the time. No taking it off for selfies or indoor eating. You people are killing yourselves and everyone else for an illusion of normality that is never ever coming back.

#speaking of energy use: it took a lot to write this post!

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triplechain · 2 years ago

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hero of men: look at that devil creature cori: it is literally playing with skid hero: devil creature vio: you said the same about shadow hero: and i was right! vio: not really??? red: pspsps cent! pspsps come here hero: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING red: showing you its not a devil creature. cori: look see he is standing there very patiently and politely hero: KICK IT vio: are you fucking kidding me hero: KICK IT BEYOND THE HORIZON light, the original host of the body: hey buddy :) the others: arguing the in the background light: (to cent) you want head scritches? hero: DO NOT PUT OUR HANDS ON THAT CORRUPT BEING vio: PET THE CAT light: *peaceful cent head scritches* literally every other person in the body: *earshattering debate*

[developer's note: man i love collaboration]

[i have since gotten over these worries and have decided to make it everyone's problem.]

[yeah this was a while ago when we got Frog Update. following this was an old version of how chain 2 met the main chain, which will be included under the cut at the end.]

it would also be fun to have the reveal happen as a result of rhythm sort of. snapping. hylia, he knows stopping the shadows is important and protecting people from the monsters they bring is part of the job and he knows damn well that he's not the only one missing home and the people there but part of him feels like his situation is worse than some of the others. he's not the only one separated from someone he loves, but he'd bet a hundred rupees he's the only one who might lose his chance at still having that love afterwards at least in the eyes of the law and their peers because as much as he cares for reti, he cannot continue the royal bloodline. sheila will always be the one the zora will think of standing by reti's side. even if he proves how much he cares and the people know the hylian is more than just a personal guard, that's all he may ever be in title. unable to show the full extent of his feelings in public, because it would be scandalous to be flirting with the king due to already having a queen and because of a disparity in rank. the longer he's away from home, the less time he has to prove himself to the zora people, and more importantly to the current zora king. and part of rhythm is terrified of it. even in sheila were to accept him as well, without the approval of the king, he would still be nothing more than a personal guard trying to court the throne. a personal guard that went back on his vow to protect the royal family of hyrule to serve the sea. a personal guard functionally unable to leave or find love because of the prince's gift, always able to be dragged back into the depths. he hates the thought.

out of context developmental things for this nonsense, pt. 16

[cw below the cut: canon-typical violence. wild meets chain 2 after they teleport to him during Sunset pt. 10. this is no longer exactly how things happen I think, I'm still sort of working it out...]

one of the sudden arrivals runs off after the horse, three are panicking, one's in a hood and not saying much, and--

oh. oh no. someone's bleeding. apparently they don't have any healing. one of the newcomers looks like a monster, though.

wild doesn't have a sword at the moment but he does have a stick. the moment he tries to strike, the injured one blocks the way.

it's hard to tell how much is blood.

"if you wanna hurt them..." the guy says, through pained breaths, barely supported by a spear. "you'll have to get through me."

it's at this point the injured guy collapses. more panic. the horse and the one who went after it come back and something bolts from the bag into the forest.

the one in the hood perks up but says nothing. then their head whips around and he sees red in their eyes.

"oh no" is all the stranger says. "the others are here."

the one who ran after the horse looks more annoyed. "please tell me you're joking."

"who are the others?" wild finally says something to them. "and who're you all, for that matter, and how did you teleport on top of me?"

"the others are shadows and we're heroes and we teleported with this!" one of the other creatures - a skull kid, if he remembers right - holds out a lute. "we were in a fight and one of them got a strong hit on link and--"

wild is already not having a great day and this really isn't helping, but he's not about to let someone down again. "we're not far to a town. there's people who can help there."

"really?"

he nods, not telling them he doesn't know for sure if they can help. if it's another case like twilight's... wild brushes off the thought and picks up this other link as best he can. "where're the shadows?"

the hooded one points towards where wild left the rest of his brothers.

they split off when they reach town. wild, other link, blue-hair, the fairy who was not a healer, and the small plant head into town, leaving red-hair, green-hair, hood, and the skull kid take the horse to meet up with wild's brothers and help deal with "the others".

the town group runs into the smith - his nickname of "four" makes a lot more sense now - who doesn't comment on the injured hylian or the broken sword wild tossed down before he ran off. no, his(their?) eyes are trained on hood, who isn't on the horse despite additional space. green hair looks back at the town group before snapping the reigns and they bolt off.

hood vanishes into the horse's shadow and four's eyes go wide. wider than wild felt his own going at seeing the same thing.

"are you sure there's space for him here?" blue hair asks, pulling wild's attention.

"positive," four murmurs, eyes fixed on the rapidly-disappearing horse.

"mhm."

"they why're we just standing around here?" the fairy gripes. "the sooner link gets help, the better."

the horse vanishes over the horizon and four finally gives the group full attention. "link?"

"that's his name, yes." the plant answers.

four's shoulders rise a little, but whatever he was going to say is dispelled with a twitch of the head. "are you... familiar with the shadow?"

"he's our friend," blue-hair says. "if it wasn't for him warning us, link would be dead right now."

the words sting in wild's ears.

"link isn't going to die."

four's words are as much reassurance for the strangers as they are for wild. even if he knows four is just as scared if the red one was anything to go by.

wild isn't going to let anyone die this time. not twilight, not any of his brothers, not this stranger.

he can't let anyone die this time.

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 11 months ago

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Forgotten Ties - Chapter 18 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Skye woke up early the next morning and snuck out of the thrift store to go and gorge himself on more food from the grocery store and fill his pockets with snacks.

He'd been in situations like this before where food was scarce and the problem every time was that his 'fair share' wasn't enough to keep his body running.

That was okay, though.

He'd learnt to be very good at providing for himself, mostly through theft.

The moment Skye stepped back through the doors of the thrift store, Aris approached him with a green coat held up in her hands.

"Here, try this on. I didn't get your measurements before you and Nim went off to bed but I have a pretty good eye for these things."

Skye put the coat on and was immediately too hot even without zipping it up.

The sleeves extended midway up his hands and he amused himself by flapping his arms.

"Oh, the sleeves are a little long," Aris said. "I can fix that."

Skye bunched the ends of the sleeves up in his hands.

"No. I like it."

"Okay, then I'll leave it how it is. It's really just for crossing the mountains. I doubt you'll feel cold like that ever again."

"Well, who knows where there will be mountains now that they're a thing that grows places," Skye said as he pulled the jacket off before he started getting sweaty. "The future is a very mysterious place."

"Always has been, I guess. That time I lost as an egg was crazy. By the time I'd hatched again and was old enough to really think about things, it felt like I was in a whole new world from the one I'd known when I died."

Skye nodded along but he didn't say anything.

These were feelings he could very much relate to but sometimes things just felt too big and complicated for him to try to put into words and communicate to other people, so he didn't bother.

Maybe one day their lives would stop being crazy and he'd have more energy to spare and he'd give it a go but not now.

Nim was up and helping Marigold get the kids ready.

He'd been helping her with them more and more recently.

Skye tried to help too sometimes but he felt like taking care of himself was a job in itself and he struggled even with that.

Maybe if he stayed around and had a chance to really grow up, he would get better at that sort of thing.

He already felt like he'd gotten a little better at talking since he'd been with these people.

Or maybe it wasn't even about actually getting better at it.

Maybe it was just easier because people listened to him now and usually weren't mean.

Sometimes it felt like something clamped up inside of him and his brain didn't even want to try making words because it didn't feel like it was worth the effort.

Nobody was really paying any attention to Skye as they finished getting ready because the children were so complainy and bad at everything.

Skye could tie his own shoes and pack his own bag, so he didn't need any help.

He tied Miya's shoes for her to be helpful and she didn't even hiss at him or bite him, which was nice.

Once everyone was finally ready, they started off on the journey towards the mountains with Aris leading the way.

Carrying a backpack was annoying.

Skye could change his weight but the backpack was still heavy.

He couldn't run or jump around while he was carrying it.

Just walk.

He also wasn't enjoying the ongoing burden of having a specific thing that he had to be doing at all times, even if it was just walking.

He'd never liked being told what to do and after dying and becoming part cat, he hadn't really tolerated it at all.

It was kind of important now, so he had to but it really didn't come naturally to him.

A little itching voice in the back of his head told him to just throw away his bag and run off into the woods.

It made no sense, of course.

He wasn't a woods dwelling boy.

He needed people to steal food from.

Nim waited back and stepped up beside him.

"Hey."

Skye gave him a nod.

"What are you thinking about?"

Skye let out a deep sigh.

"Nothing."

Nim offered him a smile and lift of his eyebrows.

"Yeah?"

"About how we might die on the mountain."

"Oh. You're worried about that?"

"No. I was lying. I just want to run around and clip a tree instead of stupid walking."

"I can carry your bag for a bit if you want to do that."

"Oh. Yes." Skye hesitated. "Are you worried about dying on the mountain?"

"Yeah," Nim admitted. "Well, not me but someone else. I'm worried I won't be able to keep everyone safe."

"That's probably a reasonable thing to be worried about."

"I'd rather be like you and just not worry about things when worrying doesn't help me but I can't stop."

"Well, we should be over the mountain before tonight, so then you'll have to stop worrying about it. Probably? You can kind of worry about the past, I guess but that's different."

Nim smiled and shook his head.

"I like your wisdom. You're right. Whatever happens, it'll be over soon. Come on, give me your bag and you can have a run around."

Skye handed over his bag and then sprinted up the side of the nearest tree.

He kind of wanted to pounce on an unsuspecting child but he restrained himself.

He jumped back down to the ground and then up the very top of the tallest tree he could see and... oh. There, in the distance, were the icy peaks of a mountain range.

A chilly breeze hit Skye and a shudder ran through his body as he climbed back down the tree.

Skye reclaimed his bag from Nim.

"I saw the mountains."

"Really?" Nim asked.

"What did they look like?"

"Hmm... mountainous?" Skye said. "And cold. Pretty cold looking."

"Sounds about right, I guess."

"They look very traversable and kid-friendly."

Nim's eyebrows lifted.

"Really?"

"No, I just thought that might make you feel better. I bet I could climb them. I'm very good at climbing things."

"You are. I think you and me could make it without too much trouble, but everyone else... I don't know."

"But we will know soon."

"Yeah. One way or another."

It started to get colder and colder as they walked and everyone slowly bundled up more and more.

At first Skye just put on the purple hoodie he'd found at the cabin but eventually it got cold enough that he put on the warm jacket Aris had made for him and a while after that she brought him gloves to wear as well.

His face was still cold, though.

He kept lifting Nim's hand and pressing it against his cheeks, his ears, his nose.

Partly it was because Nim's hands were still nice and warm but mostly it was because someone had to feel how cold his face was and Skye was wearing gloves so he couldn't do it himself.

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progressivemother · 1 year ago

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The three year glitch and seven year itch

For many the three year glitch and the seven year itch are difficult to navigate. I think it depends on who you are on which one you have. They are both similar. Older generations usually have the seven year itch while younger ones tend to have the three year glitch.

The three-year glitch has replaced the seven-year itch as the tipping point where couples start to take each other for granted. But either way every relationship goes through this stage. Stinginess, weight gain, cleaniness, etc can all play a part. Even things that were once considered cute by a spouse has become annoying, such as being controlling.

Longer working hours combined with money worries can take a toll, along with sexual incompatibility (even if you were compatible before), personality differences, different outlooks and goals, and incompatible lifestyle quirks. These can play a role in every relationship but that doesn't mean you will see all of these problems in your marriage.

Mine was mainly cleanliness and his long hours. His was that I was too much of a clean freak. But we figured out how to make it work. Now he actually enjoys the house being clean and gets annoyed at messes. He got a different job with less hours and I started working from home.

To say it was a stressful time in our lives is an understatement. We went through the three year glitch. At seven years we didn't have an issue.

Here are some ways to get through this.

1. Realize you can’t change anyone but yourself. We cannot change another person, and attempting to do so actually harms the relationship. This isn’t to say that people can’t change. They totally can. On their own. My husband and I have changed over time naturally with the motivation of each other.

2. Get out of the victim mentality. You will drown if you are focusing on yourself. Remember that your spouse has just as many things that they could be upset about that you do. There’s two sides to every story. This is why communication is key. As I said in another post, use anger as an opportunity not an obstacle.

3. Share things equally. This is related to #2. If you feel like your doing everything on your own while your spouse comes home and sits for hours after work, then talk about it. If you don't, you'll be miserable. Since you can't change your spouse, you have to address it another way. For us, I went back to work and also had some girls nights out, giving him time to care for the kids. He got to where he understood how hard it was. We both work and we both parent. It has been really good for us.

4. Have regular date nights. This one is simple, but important. And easier said than done. Because life is busy! Having time to just be a couple can be extremely beneficial to the relationship. It doesn't have to be anything expensive either. You can have a picnic or stay at home and have a movie night while the kids spend the night with the grandparents. For us, we decided on at least once a month, maybe more if we have time. Mix it up. Adventure promotes bonding.

5. Choose to laugh. My husband likes to tease. He makes a lot of jokes and loves to pinch and slap my butt. If either of us get upset about something silly, laughing immediately diffuses any situation. Keep your mood up. Find things to laugh about throughout the day. Watch some funny Youtube clips or TikTok.

6. Focus on your spouse’s good qualities. This one is hard to do when you’re annoyed with your spouse, but it is powerful. My husband likes to joke, he is a very accepting person, reliable, hardworking, trustworthy, loyal, responsible, courageous, kind, has integrity, would die before he let anything happen to me or the kids, and best of all he cares for women's rights, lgbtqia rights, children's rights, and bipoc rights.

7. Don't compare your marriage to others. No one's marriage is perfect and to think it is isn't being honest with yourself. Don't compare your marriage to Instagram or Facebook marriages you see. Yours is yours. I don't compare ours to anyone's, because the reality is that those couples don't have the perfect marriage either. Perfect isn't a reality. The reality is that our marriage is perfect for us.

8. Make a plan for improvement. Pick a handful of things to work on. Things that you think will have the biggest impact. Make some goals, set aside some time. Make a plan. Decide to improve your marriage and increase your happiness. We did this for ourselves. We are at our ten year milestone and are much happier than we were in the third year of our marriage.

Marriage can be hard, but we all know it's worth it. You can be as in love with your spouse as you were on the day you married. It takes effort to keep a marriage going but it is well worth it, especially when you are in love. Marriage will always take give, take, compromise, and plenty of communication.

#love #progressive #family #relationship #marriedlife #marriage #progressive parenting

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kakashish0e · 3 years ago

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First Chance || Gaara x Reader

♥︎ Master list

Part two has been uploaded, just click the link to access the second part;

♥︎ PART TWO

Pairing: Gaara x Fem! Reader

Warnings/Content: Marking, Size Kink, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Office Sex, Unprotected Sex, Riding, Teasing, Slight begging

♥︎ Word count: 7.1k

-Just a clarification, gaara is 19 and the reader is 18.

Please ignore any word errors if you ever come across any, thank you ♥︎

When you were younger, you'd always have problems doing things correctly. Like the most simplest tasks, you'd automatically mess up and frantically apologize. Your parents found it annoying but your older siblings found it funny and always called you a "klutz" for every little thing you did wrong. They really nicknamed you as the family screw up, Since you couldn't do anything right. Getting that nickname really dropped your confidence of getting a better future for yourself.

You mainly stay at home helping your mother doing household chores and cooking dinner. Your parents were concerned about you always messing things up and were scared that you might get hurt out there. Or it might be your fault that one of your teammates get hurt as well. So they basically said that you weren't cut out to be a ninja. So while your siblings went out on missions, you had to be stuck home doing chores. Your mom tried to comfort you but her skills were low.

"You may not be a ninja, but at least you'd make a wonderful housewife for your future husband and kids"

Damn. She did not just say that. I mean, that's the road you were going to if you don't do anything about it. Husband and kids never crossed your mind, if you constantly screwed up in front of him then yeah, he'd leave you for another women. Seeing your mom getting bossed around by your dad, always yelling at her. Made you not want a husband for yourself, you were always used to getting yelled at by your family for messing up. But getting yelled at by another man was a different story.

Like last night, your dad yelled at you for spilling tea all over the table, he obviously forced you to clean it all up. Your dad wasn't really the best role model to find a good man. Mostly all the men in suna were pretty pervy, always hanging out in bars and harassing women that walked passed them. Or probably you were just at the wrong side of the village

You didn't want to go at the road of being a housewife, so you decided to find a job that didn't require cooking and cleaning.

You invited your good friend Temari to the cafe to discuss what kind of job you're getting. Temari was two to three Years older than you and she quite understood your family problems. Although she can't relate to them but she could see what you're going through.

You both were talking about what job suited you the best, she suggested being a cashier at a convenient store and you quite denied her offer. "How about being a waitress?" She quickly regretted saying that since you'll just mess up orders and make messes everywhere. The both of you stayed silent for a few minutes trying to think of something. "Medical ninja?"

Yeah no, you're just gonna end up killing them instead of helping.

You gazed to the side, looking out the window. Starring off into space. You obviously stopped thinking for a moment but Temari found a new idea. Her face turned into a more devilish smirk, "I forgot to mention that there's an opening for becoming the kazekage's assistant. You don't really do much, you just bring papers to him and few other things"

You couldn't really come up with any other job so why not give it a try? You knew you were gonna mess up big time but screw it, might as well give it a go.

You planned to make your own money and move out ASAP. You wanted to make a life for yourself and not wanting to do anyone's bidding. Probably getting this job could prove that you're not the family screw up. Even if that meant that you had to embarrass yourself in front of the kazekage a few times. You told your family that you were getting a job, you didn't really tell them what job you got. They were really curious, they wanted to know what job you got so they can criticize you if you're cut out for the job or not.

You couldn't come up with a lie so you just went to your room. Picking out an outfit. You barely had any options, who am i kidding? You had so many options to choose from. You wanted something that you could move around in, since you're just gonna walk around bringing papers to the kazekage and sitting behind a desk all day.

You decided not to wear laced shoes since that was the big cause of your falls. And something that isn't warm or that causes you to sweat all day since suna is in the middle of a fucking desert. The only thing you had were skirts, those things that often attracted men. You dug through all of them searching for the most casual one. It almost took you about one hour but it was worth it, you did your hair and made your way to the kazekage's office.

Temari was outside the building waiting for you, letting you know what your job as an assistant is. It wasn't really much, and she mentioned the part where you have to stay up late helping the kazekage finish his paperwork. And she did it again, The same smirk painted across her face like back at the cafe. "Temari what's that face for? Am I missing something here?" Her face went back to normal as soon as you noticed.

"It's nothing y/n I hope you don't screw anything up today, like getting fired on the exact same day getting hired" She continued to explain, showing you how to organize files from upcoming students who are from the academy to the anbu. To be honest it looked a bit confusing but you had to save your complaints later.

When you both were really close to his office, She automatically said that she had to do a few things in the village and she'll check up on you like around 5:00pm. She pointed at the door that was in front of you. "He should be on his lunch break right now, he usually doesn't eat so he relaxes before going back to work. I'm sure he'll give you advice or something".

She gave you a quick pat on your back and left in an instant. You started to get suspicious of her behavior but you brushed it off. You were a few inches away from the door. Shaking off your nerves before entering, you had never been so nervous in forever. You rubbed your sweaty palms before reaching for the door handle. You took a deep breath before opening the door, praying that you won't trip and fall as soon as you walk in.

When you walked in, the first thing you seen was the kazekage behind stacks of papers on his desk. You couldn't really see him since his hat was covering his face. You have heard about him, a lot actually. You heard that he was one of the youngest kage. You needed to get his attention but you didn't know how, he was so busy and the last thing you wanted was to disrupt his hard work.

You were beyond nervous, you couldn't even speak a word. The only way to make you snap out of it was to pinch your thigh. And that was exactly what you did. You came down to your senses and softly spoke. "Um... Lord kazekage?"

Your words made him jolt, his elbow accidentally hit a stack of papers and they scattered everywhere on the floor. Your instinct was to help, "oh I'm sorry, I'll pick it all up" You gathered as much papers as you can and stacked them together on the floor. "Um... Do I know you?" You froze and lost your sense of communication. You got up from the floor and put the stack of papers back to its place very neatly. "I'm y/n, I'm your new assistant but the first thing i did was cause trouble. I'm really sorry once again"

Your eyes were fixed on the floor as if it was disrespectful to look at the kazekage. You could feel that he was staring straight at you, A huge pit of embarrassment flared up inside you.

"Please don't call me Lord kazekage, call me gaara. And I need that paper that's still on the floor" You nodded and walked towards the paper that was in the corner. You bent down, Forgetting that you were wearing a skirt. It only took you a few seconds to realize and you quickly stood up. You turned around and you seen that gaara's face was a bit red. Yeah he saw your underwear, you're such a dumbass y/n, well it's not your fault that you grew up with three brothers and your mother hasn't taught you to be more ladylike. "Here's your paper Lord kazeka- I mean gaara"

You placed it on his desk and stood beside him, he knew your eyes were only fixed on him. To be honest, you knew he was young but you didn't think he was that young. it was your first time being the kazekage's assistant, you hardly don't even know what your job was. You completely forgotten what Temari told you so it was kinda confusing at first. But he has taught you your job and it really wasn't that hard, except fighting the urge to just fall asleep on him when it was past midnight. Gaara was surely a night owl, he never look tired. It seemed like he could stay awake for weeks.

{Fast forward}

A few months have passed by and You seemed to get a hang of your role of being gaara's assistant, and as time passed by, your clumsiness seemed to slowly disappear. Gaara was understanding and kind, compared to your parents he never yelled at you. His voice was kinda dry but a hint of sexiness in it. You adored it a lot, he hardly ever talks so you just admire every noise he made to small sentences he spoke giving you some assignments, to small groans he made from frustration.

He rarely ever took his hat off, and when he did, you fight the urge to just play with his messy red hair. It's just so beautiful, seeing a natural redhead was just so rare. You were just a female version of your father, you had every feature of him, head to toe. Well except that small birthmark right underneath your left breast. It annoyed you but you were grateful that it was where no one could see it.

It was wrong to develop feelings for gaara, but you couldn't help it. He was so beautiful, you couldn't resist on how cute he was. His seafoam eyes would always give you butterflies when he looked at you with a warm smile. You'd always refuse the day offs he'd give you since you needed to rest and regain your energy. But you want to stay and help him.

You knew having a relationship with the kazekage wasn't gonna work out, as you already know. Hes always stuck behind a desk, not to mention how your family will react to having gaara as your boyfriend. You hid your feelings for a short amount of time thinking that your phase of being in love with him would soon pass. But no. He was being more kind and caring, it felt like it was his version of flirting. It was so awkward but yet cute at the same time, he was so perfect. You wanted him for yourself, but it was highly impossible to be with someone like gaara. Making him yours was gonna take more than just flirting. All the things he was doing, You planned to do the same but take it a step further.

You respected his boundaries but you had to pop his personal space bubble in order to win him over. You got closer to him than usual when you're helping him with his paperwork, but it took a wrong turn. Instead of it affecting him, it effected you more. Just hearing him breathe already sent your heart racing and your face red. Gaara noticed that you became very silent and turned to face you. "Y/n you alright?" Just hearing your name coming from his lips made your brain foggy.

He was looking up at you and your eyes were staring at a paper, from the corner of your eye, you could see that he was definitely looking at you. He placed a hand over yours to grab your attention and it really seemed to work. Your eyes looked down at his hand and to his face. His seafoam eyes starring into your eyes. Examining your face really closely, wondering what's gone into you. You couldn't tell if you were really close or he's inching his face closer to yours.

Your face became red like his hair when your lips were a few centimeters away from his. Once you realize what was about to happen, you inhaled sharply and stepped back. "I-im sorry Lord kazekage, I don't know what's wrong with me today.... I'll be right back I just need to get something" You left his office in a hurry, begging to get out of the awkward position. You headed to get a folder that tells his next meeting since you remembered he has one later today.

When you grabbed the yellow folder, you immediately felt bad for leaving him like that. You were just flustered and getting that close to him didn't do you any good. You entered the office and walked right in front of him. "Hi again, if I'm not mistaken you have a meeting in..." -You flipped open the folder and looked for today's date. "Oh it's right here, you have a meeting at-"

"Cancel it"

He interrupted, with a growl.

"....I'm sorry what?" He stood up from his chair and tapped on the surface of his desk. "Clean my desk" You can tell something Is bothering him, just by the way is voice sounds. You began cleaning his desk without making a complaint. While you were busy cleaning off his desk, you didn't even notice that he locked the door. His footsteps echoed throughout his office, growing closer to you. You had a slight shiver up your spine, as you felt his hot breath from the back of your neck.

He placed his hands on your hips and trailed kisses from your neck to your clothed shoulder. You just stayed frozen like a statue not knowing what to do. He was a lot bigger than you, and you felt vulnerable. Your breathing grew heavier as he wrapped his arms around your little waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder and tried to see your face. "Y/n I have never been so desperate for anyone my entire life. Look at me" This was too soon... This wasn't meant to happen now. What am i gonna do?! I can't get out of this one

More and more Thoughts flooded your mind and left you with a blank expression on your face. You couldn't bare to look at him in this situation, you can already feel an arousal forming in between your legs. "Your warm smiles, your laugh, those sparkling brown eyes, your just so beautiful" He did not just say that. Your heart melted at his words.

He made you turn around fully and used his thumb and index finger to lift your chin up to look at him. Your heart was beating out of your chest when you saw how the way gaara looked at you. It was so indescribable but you liked it.

Once again, his face got closer to yours. His lips were more soft than you had expected. So smooth and soft, has his lips ever been dry before? Doesn't seem like it.

Both of you had been making out for more than ten minutes, his kisses were so gentle. It was so addictive. You wonder if you're ever gonna kiss him again, what's gonna happen after this? Just gonna continue the relationship of kazekage and assistant? Yeah probably. But it doesn't matter, you are currently with him and that's all you need.

Gaara broke the kiss and looked at you once more. He pulled you closer to him, and squeezed you tightly. You buried yourself in his chest to hear his heartbeat. He was starting to squeeze you a bit tighter and you let out a soft moan in response. Only hearing that small sound coming from you was more than enough to get him rock hard. He loosened his grip a bit for you to breathe, his warmth was so comforting. That you didn't want to move away from him just yet. You felt comfortable until you felt his erection press against your lower stomach. Your knees began growing weak from the weird sensation.

You immediately got startled when he began walking backwards. He held your hand and guided you to his chair, he sat down first and extended his arms to you. You slowly walked to him, your heart was racing, it almost felt like it was gonna explode. That lust in his eyes turned you on really quickly, the ache in between your legs grew stronger right when you saw a bulge in his pants. Your eyes trailed from his pants and up to his face.

You climbed on top of his lap with your legs on opposite sides of his hips. His hands on your sides and gently rubbing them. You moved up a bit closer to get another of his soft kisses that you love so much.

But this time the kiss became more heated. Both your tongues intertwined together and moved around each other's mouth. His tongue moving around your mouth and nibbling on your bottom lip. Your arms around his neck, playing with his messy red hair. He moved your hair to the side and began kissing and sucking on your neck and shoulder. You were sure that he was gonna end up leaving marks everywhere but you didn't care.

You could feel yourself growing more wet by the second, sitting on top of his lap wasn't really the best idea. You were soaked, it was obvious that your wetness leaked through the thin fabric of your underwear. It was gonna be the end of you if it made his pants wet, only imagining a big wet stain that's really noticeable made you blush a bit.

Your lips parted when he reached that curtain spot on your collarbone. He trailed his kiss from your shoulder to your lips. He dug his hands underneath your shirt and harshly rubbed your small waist. His strength made you bring your hips down to grind against his erection. Damn. This side of him is so dangerous but I like it. You rested your chin on his shoulder as he rocked your hips forward and backwards. He loosened his grip since he thought he was hurting you.

You still grinded your clothed pussy against him at the same hard pace. This new pleasure you were feeling, it felt so good but you wanted something more. You wanted him now but you weren't sure if he was ready, and it felt like you were In a rush.

You took a short break, catching your breath before backing up to look at him. "I-i want you gaara...." - You knew that it was your body talking, you didn't even notice what you were doing. One of your hands that were grabbing onto his shoulder was lowering down to tenderly squeeze his hardened length.

Never in your whole life, you have ever felt so needy for someone. These feelings for him, they were getting stronger by the minute. His hands began caressing your thighs while you were planting small kissing on his neck and jaw. His hands went further up and slightly lifted your skirt. Revealing your soaked underwear. You noticed that he was pulling them down and you helped him take them off.

Once they were off, he just tossed it in the middle of his desk like he didn't care. Cause he didn't.

He used one hand to keep your skirt from covering his view, and the other to touch your throbbing pussy. He didn't know if women were sensitive down there so he touched you as gentle as he could. His fingers ran along your folds before touching your tight hole. Your pleasure was building up as his fingertips were playing with your little nub. His fingers began brushing against your tight entrance. Your eyes were completely shut due to the high pleasure he was giving you right now.

He wasn't sure if it was gonna hurt you if he inserted a finger inside you. So he got you appropriately wet so his finger could slide inside you with ease. His eyes widened at the feeling of your insides wrapping tightly around his finger. You let a soft moan when he slowly inserted a second finger; now two of his fingers were inside you. They began to move around, feeling your soft walls reacting to his movements.

You held back your loud sounds when his digits curled inside you. Your legs began trembling when his fingertips were gently stroking your g spot. The pleasure was all too much for you, he was touching you in all the right spots and it caused you to toss your head back.

Your mind was turning into fog when you were reaching to your orgasm this man was giving you. Your breathing got heavier when your walls started to tighten around his fingers. You were very close but gaara had already pulled out. You let out a little whine and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please gaara... I-im so close" Damn y/n. You did not just beg him to touch you again. But you can't help it, he just made you feel so good. "P-please gaara... Keep touching me..."

Your little whines and begs turned him on even more. He knew he couldn't resist you, not in this situation he couldn't. He gently took your hands that were grabbing onto his shoulders and slowly lowered them to the buckle of his pants. Your hands were shaking nervously as you were pulling down his zipper. All what was left was his boxers, you tugged them down just enough for his erection to spring up. You wrapped a fist around his dick and slowly pumped up and down.

Just by looking at his size, you were definitely sure that he was gonna tear you in half. His eyes were fixed down at his length being played my your small hand.

He was beginning to grow impatient, he sat up straight and pulled you above him with his cock pushing up against your cunt. You inhaled sharply when he was slowly entering you. Your eyes started to water a bit as his tip had already made it passed your tight entrance. He saw your facial expression and paused for a moment to give you a little break. "Am I hurting you y/n? We can stop if you'd like" You couldn't respond because he was half way inside you, you just made small panting noises that echoed in his office.

He let a low groan when he entered you fully. He was beginning to like how you wrapped around him so tightly for the first time. Your body was slowly adjusting to his massive dick size. He was definitely stretching you out, and it hurt so bad. You just sat still for a moment, taking in that deep stretch granted by his big cock. Gaara gripped your waist and lifted you up so only his tip was inside, and gently lowering you back down.

That really was a big help since your body adjusted a bit faster. But a little bit of pain started to stir up inside you, your heart was racing and your breathing was heavy.

You started with a slow and soft pace, since it was your first time and he was huge. He buried his face in your neck since he didn't want you to see him all flustered like this. Which you quite understood and tried to comfort him by running your fingers through his messy hair and stroked his scalp. "Hey are you alright?" He was very silent, all you heard from him was brief panting.

Your movements stopped, just to take a good look at him. He looked at you in confusion, wondering why you stopped but all he saw was the look of concern that was painted across your face.

His eyes trailed from your cock stuffed pussy to your face. "Y/n please forgive me for what I'm about to do... I know this will hurt and I'm sorry" -You partially heard him because he was mumbling under his breath.

Without telling you, he lifted you up so that your body was hovering over his lap. You immediately grabbed onto his biceps for balance. He stroked his length a few times before entering you again. His tip already lined up to your entrance once more, and pounded himself into you so roughly.

You gasped in pain and held back your cries and moans. Your legs started trembling due to the mix of pleasure and pain but it was a good thing that he was holding you in place. The both of you let out tiny moans as your warm walls were messaging his aching need. It only took you a minute to realize why he was going at such a harsh pace, he was almost at his release when your movements had stopped.

His tip was brushing against your sweet spot so perfectly, you shut your eyes from the high pleasure you were feeling. Your walls started to tighten again the same time when his thrusts slowed down. He looked at your facial expressions to check if you were fine. He was hesitant at first but he managed to get some words out. "Y/n is it okay if I..." He gazed to the side, trying to find some other way of asking you. You knew what he was talking about, he didn't really need permission to do it, But it was kind of him to get your consent first.

You cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at you, giving him a sloppy kiss before answering his question. "Yes gaara, you can" -That was all he needed to hear, and without hesitation he brought your hips down with his. Your legs clenched together at the feeling of his dick pulsing inside you.

Instantly filling every crevice of your quivering walls with his seed as you sucked and closed all around him. You collapse from exhaustion, you both stayed still trying to catch your breath, but fortunately your breathing was a bit louder than his. He held onto you tightly and kissed your temple. You let him hold onto you until things calmed down.

You had to break the news to him that you'll have to leave eventually. But you want to stay like this a little longer, because you knew that this will never happen again. Well at least you think it will never happen again, We don't really know do we y/n?

You began to slide yourself off his lap and getting yourself cleaned up to make yourself look normal, because we do not wanna go home looking like you had sex with the kazekage do we? You fixed your hair, and adjusted your bra. Before walking away, you nearly had forgotten about your underwear that was still sitting on his desk. You grabbed them and quickly putting them on.

You were a few feet from the door, reaching for the door handle to make your exit. Until you felt something grab your wrist. It was gaara. "Where are you going y/n?" -he said so confused. "I-i have to head home, gaara" It absolutely crushed your heart when you heard a slight pout coming from gaara. He walked behind you and gave you a back hug; Resting his chin on your head and squeezed you tightly.

This probably was gonna be the last hug you'd ever get before going back to the relationship of kazekage and assistant. You closed your eyes and took in his warm embrace. "Its too dangerous if you go out on your own y/n" -He said softly in your ear. "How about you come home with me" He buried his face in your neck and began kissing and sucking on your soft skin, trying to convince you to follow him to his apartment. Your insides started to heat up again once you had the wrong idea, you turned your head slightly to see his face.

He gave you the innocent look, those eyes full of innocence. He was doing that on purpose and you knew it, but besides that.

You had an argument with yourself, thinking if you should go with him. Silence filled the room as you had trouble deciding if you should go. "Well y/n, do you wanna come with me?". It was taking a bit too long to decide so you nodded right after his question. He smiled and kissed your cheek. He opened the door, checking both sides before leaving his office.

Surprisingly that there wasn't anyone around, you both had expected that there might be people walking by, but no. There was no one else in the building. He grabbed onto your hand and you both walked out together. The walk to his apartment was awkward, he was dead silent. You wanted to start a conversation so his words could at least kill the complete awkwardness. But you didn't know how to start a conversation, you were the type to talk a lot but in this situation, you couldn't speak at all. You don't know where he lives, so you didn't know if the walk was gonna be long or not.

You started to notice that his walking was slowing down a bit. Maybe his apartment was closer to his office than expected. He let go of your hand to reach in his pocket to get his keys, but something deep inside you was saying that someone was watching the both of you. You moved yourself closer to gaara to make it feel more safe.

He unlocked the door and opened it, allowing you to go in first. His home was oddly dark, like he hasn't been in it for year's. But you didn't mind, he was the kazekage after all he usually doesn't come home much, and you could say the same as well. You worked with him all day and all night and there are some days that you don't even go home at all. And you absolutely loved spending the entire day with gaara, even if you had so much work to do.

Your eyes had already adjusted to the dark living room, well they have adjusted enough so you couldn't run into anything that's in front of you of course.

He closed the door and threw his keys on the counter, along with your belongings that he was holding for you as you both were walking to his apartment. Alright y/n, you're in his apartment... Now what? You weren't really in the right mind right now, you two were together, and alone. No worries of anyone walking in on the two of you.

Without thinking for a solid minute, you threw yourself in his arms wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close to you. It made him take a few steps back to regain his balance. Already starting another heated kiss, his hands roaming around your waist and your lower back; holding you tightly. That ache was slowly coming back, god you just needed to feel him inside you again. Just one last time and that's all you need.

-One of your arms unwrapped from his neck, and your hand slowly started to lower down from his chest and all the way down to the waistband of his pants.

He wasn't doing much reaction as you had expected, you really had to take it a bit farther. You opened your eyes slightly to check if he was noticing what you were doing, but no, his eyes were completely shut. His attention was fixed on your sloppy and heated kisses you were giving him. You started to sink your hand in his pants and underneath his boxer shorts.

You could feel him growing hard under your touch. His breathing was heavy, gripping your hips as you began to message his balls and give small strokes on his length. God his moans turned you on even more, you were beginning to love how he reacts to you. You removed your hand from his pants and pulled him closer to you. He let out a little whine as you stopped touching him, he wanted more, and he wanted you.

You noticed that he was becoming more silent than before. So you stepped back a bit because you thought that he needed some space to think properly. "Gaara you alright?" Damn what kind of question was that? Of course he wasn't. You were playing with his body, making him lose his mind and making him go crazy and you didn't even bother thinking about how it affected him. He didn't answer your question, because it was obvious that he wasn't ok.

He stepped a bit closer to you and looked up and down at your figure which made your face turn a bit red. The way he looked at you, it's like he was saying all the things he was gonna do to you without actually speaking. You bit your bottom lip and looked up at him in the most innocent way possible. Yeah y/n that was the last straw. That was it, you are never gonna see him the same way again...

Your body jumped a bit when he gripped your shoulders so harshly. He began walking still holding you by your shoulders, it was your first time being in his apartment, he could be leading you anywhere. But you knew where he was taking you, it was very obvious where an empty hallway lead to.

He began to kiss you so sloppy and trying to strip your clothes off as fast as he could before making it to the door. Lifting up your shirt and tossing it to the floor, same went with your skirt, he just yanked it down and let it slide down your legs. He used your back to slam the door open, quickly throwing you on the bed. You let out a little huff, in response to his rough actions. You sat up and watched him take his clothing off, the way he pulled down his pants and his boxers in such a rush. He was quick taking his clothes off, thinking that you'll just get up and leave. It was so sexy to watch him in a hurry.

He crawled upon the bed, getting closer to your little body. He held onto your waist and pushing you slightly backwards, as an attempt to tell you to move back a bit. Which you clearly understood and slowly moved backwards.

He sat up on his knees and carefully removed your underwear, along went with your bra. Well he didn't actually know how to remove a bra so you kinda taught him how to take it off. Which really wasn't a bother for you since probably it was his first time removing a ladies undergarments for them.

Seeing your body naked for the first time seemed to make him a bit hesitant. He wanted to touch you, feel how you react to his touch. Gently placing his palms over your breasts. Getting a good feeling at your hardened nipples. He was taking his time, and there was no need for the both of you to rush since you have all night. Taking a glimpse at your beautiful body that was laying patiently underneath his.

Carefully examining every inch of your unique appearance. You could feel yourself getting more wet as he kept touching your little body. You needed him now, but you didn't want to rush him, it was his first encounter with a ladies naked body, he was very curious about you.

You let out a soft moan as the pads of his fingers made small circles around your nipple. God... you couldn't wait anymore, you needed him now. You were so eager to feel him inside you again, so you reached down and softly stroked his hard member. Earning a heavy sigh coming from gaara. Seeing you with pleading eyes, he must've thought that you were ready by now.

He put an arm underneath your upper back to keep you in place, and the other was to line himself up with your needy little cunt. He rubbed the head of his cock along your folds before entering you. Yet he was still being so gentle with you, because your body was still getting used to the feeling of sex. You let a little whine, as you had already found out that he was teasing you. But his way of getting you comfortable fortunately got you more needy than before.

He slowly began to enter inside you, scrutinizing every detail of your facial expressions to check if he was hurting you. All he saw was your eyes completely shut, and biting back a moan which you failed to hide as he was entering you fully.

He pulled out and rubbed his tip against your folds again and entered you once more. He eventually found a rhythm that pleasured the both of you. Well... He wasn't sure if it felt good to you since he was seeing you gasp and moan with tears running down your cheeks. Your reactions now were completely different from back at the office. "Are you alright? Am I hurting you y/n?" Between your moans, you were finding a way to respond to him as he was beginning to worry about you. You couldn't speak so you just shook your head in disagreement.

He had already reached that certain spot that pleased you the most, causing you to grip the bed sheets so you could hold onto something. Gaara was completely lost on how big your reactions were, hearing you moan because of his long thrusts. He wanted to hear more of your sweet sounds you were making, so he picked up the pace to see how you'd react. He was starting to get addicted to your beautiful sounds, knowing damn well that he was the reason you were making them.

He was close. At least that tight knot in his lower abdomen was telling him so. He didn't want to release before your orgasm hit, so he lowered his hand to rub your clit at the same speed his thrusts were. He knew he was doing a good job when you threw your head against the pillows and moaned like crazy, bucking your hips up due to the overstimulation.

He knew it was working since he started to feel your walls grip around him very tightly.

"G-gaara... I'm so close" -you said, with heavy breathing as your walls felt his dick twitch a little. Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head when his tip gave fat kisses on your cervix, "Please hold it a little longer, my love" -As he continued to thrust in you at a steady pace that wasn't hurting you. Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed with red, Damn he did not just say "my love" to you. It didn't seem to bother him calling you that, but to you, those two words meant a lot. Does it mean that he sees you as more than a friend?

I mean... You both are clearly making love in the comfort of his home, it felt as if your heart coiled up into a ball. You just needed to make sure you heard what you thought you heard. "W-what did you call me? Say it again gaara..."

He let out a warm smile and tucked some of your hair behind your ear to get a good view of your face, his thrusts slowed down because your walls tightened a bit more and he thought he might hurt you. "Y/n my darling, I love you" His words were very heartwarming, hearing such kind words from someone like him. You pulled him down close enough to give him a big kiss, the kiss was so warm and gentle. His soft lips dancing with yours for a bit until he broke the kiss. Turning his head a little to see your neck and shoulder that were completely covered in fresh hickeys that he gave you back in his office, but he still managed to find new places to mark you. His lips attaching to the surface of your skin and began sucking and licking on it. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged on some of it very tightly. You began squirming underneath him when he started to bite you harshly as he stopped moving inside you. Your vision blurred as you let a soft moan, already feeling gaara spill warmth deep inside you. The grip of his teeth that was attached to your skin loosened a bit. He lifted himself up, with a line of saliva that connected him to your shoulder. God your body was sore, and probably he was more tired since he basically did all the work. He layed back down on top of you. With his arms wrapped around your back, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heart beat. "Y/n will you still be here when i wake up?" You let a little giggle and said a small "mhm". Your finger swirling around his sweaty red hair, God he was so cute holding onto someone like this, he always looked so tough and empty hearted on the outside. But he's so sweet and sensitive on the inside, maybe this was the love and nourishment he needed from someone, to feel loved by another.

[Yeah, without a doubt you'll end up pregnant with his child. But fuck it, as long as it was his then you'll have no problem having one]

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atsumiye · 3 years ago

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um, wrong number?

summary: on a night out, atsumu manages to get his next flings number. written on a flimsy napkin, they scribble a cute “call me” and their number. however, the next morning atsumu realizes the last few digits are smudged. with his superb guessing skills, he manages to guess the last 3 digits….or what he thinks is the 3 digits. so what happens when atsumu texts y/n some raunchy messages? he gets called a pervert.

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“Eichi, keep an eye out. This place is packed and I don't want to be here longer than I have to.” Akiko says as she pulls out a compact mirror to check her makeup and hair. She pulls out her lipstick and glides it across her lips and smacks her lips together. Brushing her fingers through her hair to fix any stray strands, she slams the mirror shut before placing it back in her purse.

“I'm not leaving without his number.” She says as she turns her head to look at Eichi.

Eichi gives her a small nod as she stretches her neck to look above the large crowd and around the neutral colored restaurant, before she spots a flash of bright blonde.

“I think I see him, he's towards the back with a group of guys.” She points her finger in the direction as Akiko starts to walk to the back.

She plasters a large grin on her face before she giggles out an, “Atsumu!”. The players he's speaking to look at her before turning back to Atsumu. She places her hand on his shoulder and tilts her head to meet his eyes.

“Hello…” he mumbles to her while looking back to his teammates with a questioning look.

“How have you been, baby? You never texted me so I sent you a dm but you never responded.” She bats her eyelashes at him as she looks at his confused expression.

After a few beats of silence, Atsumu's eyes widen, “Oh yer Akizo, right?”

She huffs before fake laughing, “Close, Akiko.”

“But you do remember me after all? What happened to sending me a message?”

“Ah sorry, had some….issues with the number. It was good to see ya again I guess” rubbing the back of his neck, he nods his head before he turns back towards his team members. All his team members look between the two, angry that Atsumu might be causing more problems. He remembers how his PR team begged him to not cause anymore drama- that he argued he doesn't purposely start- before the start of the new season, so he chooses to ignore the girl hanging onto him.

And he can't ignore the way his heart feels a bit weird as his mystery girl pops into his head.

Akiko huffs and she clings to his arm and brings a hand to rest on his chest, noticing the way a few people begin to pull out their phones and whisper to each other. She leans into his ear as she whispers, “Your causing a scene baby, let's exchange numbers again hm? This time, you give me your number”, she pauses dropping the smile on her face slightly, “and I'll send you a text.”

He looks down at her before placing his hand out to grab her phone and type his number in. She grabs the phone back and says “Let me just make sure it's right” she types a quick message and hearing his phone ding, sighs in satisfaction. “Make sure to answer when I text.” She flashes him a small smile and walks away towards the exit, Eichi quickly bows her head towards the table as she walks after Akiko.

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“Oh yer Akizo, right?” You turn your head towards Atsumu's loud voice noticing a pretty girl start to cling to him. You tsk and look back towards the plate Osamu hands you.

Before you take it, Osamu looks down at you and says “It's been three weeks since he texted you right?” You nod as he continues, “You know, there hasn't been a single day where he hasn't talked about you. Don't be jealous.”

You gasp and give him a disgusted look, “I'm not jealous! He doesn't even know my name, I just think she's a bit...weird. And I thought that the name sounded familiar to the girl he was originally supposed to text. That's all.” You snatch the plate from his hand as he begins to smile. You roll your eyes as you walk to the table, “Jealous! That's ridiculous.” You shake your head before approaching the table.

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As the last customer walks out of the door, Osamu points to the door and tells you to turn the open sign to close. Flipping the sign and pulling down the blinds you loudly sign, “You know Osamu, you may regret hiring me but I regret accepting the job. My feet hurt.” You begin to pout before Meian comes behind you and flicks the back of your head, “Stop complaining.” You bring your hand to place it over where he flicked you and stick your tongue out at him.

“Osamu, let me know what you want me to help with.” Meian says as he begins to yawn.

“No, go home. Not only are you tired but if you stay here you'll use it against me or ask for some of my paycheck or something.” You smirk at him as he and Osamu begin to laugh. “She's right Meian, I can drive her home.” Osamu tells him as he begins to pull out a bucket of water to wipe down tables.

“Fine” he nods towards Osamu before turning towards you, “Text me that you got home safe okay?” he pulls you into a hug before ruffling your hair.

You brush down your hair and nod with a grin. “Drive safe okay?”, he smiles as he yells out a ‘goodnight’.

You turn back towards Osamu to grab a towel to start cleaning, “Y/N, after you are done with the tables, just wait here for a few minutes. Atsumu is bringing extra products from the other restaurant so he might come in.” You smile and nod as you begin to to wipe everything down and Osamu walks into his office to close the registers for the night.

Twenty minutes later, the door opens revealing an annoyed Atsumu.

“Samu! The traffic was horrible, I'm never helpin' ya again!” he yells and you begin to laugh. He turns his head to you, “Yer Y/N, right? The new girl he hired.” You nod and you can't help the smile that grows on your face at the mere fact he has no idea, “Yeah I am, it's nice to meet you Atsumu.”

“Same here.” he places the giant box on the floor behind the register as he comes back out and stares at you for a few seconds. “Yer a girl right?” you look down at yourself and meet his eyes to say “Sure?”

He drags a chair across the floor and places it in front of you, sitting backwards on the chair.

“I've got a question for ya.” You nod, allowing him to ask.

“So, how would I get a girl to tell me who she is?”

“Sorry? What does that even mean?” you furrow your eyebrows trying to decipher what he is trying to ask.

“Basically, I'm texting this girl. She knows who I am because we got mutual friends or somethin but I don't even know her name. We have spoken every day for almost four weeks and I know nothing about her.”

Osamu walks out of the office towards the two of you smiling to himself, “You forgot the best part, Tsumu. Ya sent her a nude as yer first message to her.” You and Osamu laugh as Atsumu drops his head in his hands.

“I've told ya and her that it was a mistake. Plus she moved on from it.”

You smile at him as you say, “Well, maybe she will come around. Just be respectful of the boundaries she has set up. You skipped quite a few steps by sending a nude the first time you spoke, so be understanding of that. Who knows, maybe soon she will want to tell you who she is.”

Osamu widens his eyes before smirking, “Why Tsum, ya got a crush on her?”

You feel your face heat up as Atsumu looks at the floor. “Shut up, Samu!”

Osamu smiles looking at your reactions before he says, “Alright lets get ya home Y/N. Meian will kill me if I get ya home too late.”

You both begin to stand up as Atsumu says, “Thanks for the advice.”

“Anytime. I hope it works out for you guys.” You smile at him as you all walk out of the restaurant.

chapter eight- don't be jealous

riya's notes:

- i wholeheartedly believe that osamu doesn't talk with his kansai dialect until he gets around atsumu

- akiko did a lot of research into atsumu in the past few weeks, so she knew he probably wouldn't want a ton of people looking at him or to cause a scene

- y/n doesn't know if she likes atsumu, what she does know is that she cares about him a lot

- atsumu is currently planning ways to win his mystery girl over

- osamu knows his brother really well, he knows how he feels and he found it hilarious he was asking y/n how to talk to y/n....

- y/n texted meian right as she got home but he was already asleep

- pls let me know your thoughts <3333

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myreygn · 3 years ago

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I ask something of utmost importance: If you had to pick which Haikyuu characters related to which NF songs? Idk I just had a thought about it

tbh up until you asked me this i only knew like 3 nf songs but i've been wanting to listen to more for a while now and this ask was a nice excuse to do so. it's just a lot of songs with a lot of amazing lyrics and i went through the first two albums but i don't wanna keep you waiting any longer, so this is kinda a part 1 until i've listened to the other albums ^^'

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Haikyuu!! characters and what NF songs they relate to

(includes: kuroo, akaashi, tendou, oikawa, kenma, atsumu, noya, bokuto, yaku, hinata, kageyama, goshiki, tanaka, semi, ushijima, asahi, yamaguchi, daichi, sakusa, daishou, iwaizumi)

mostly angsty

Mansion: Kuroo ("my mind is a home i'm trapped in" - too many thoughts, too many worries, issues he doesn't talk about), Akaashi ("broken legs, but i chase perfection" - this boy is hiding some pain i'm telling ya), Tendou ("then took me downstairs and beat me 'til i screamed, and i cried - congratulations, you'll always have a room in my mind" - bullying is harsh, that's all i have to say here)

Wake Up: Oikawa ("and you will try to hide it and make it seem like it's nothin' - but really you feel like everything is crashin' around you" - would never talk about what's hurting him voluntarily), Kenma ("and the problem and the reason you could never fill a hole in your life is because you were never awake" - feels like he's missing out on things, afraid to leave his comfort zone)

Face It: Kenma ("yes, i know that i'm the only person that can change me - maybe that's why i ain't changing" - worried that he'll always be too anxious to 'level up'), Atsumu ("words until they actions strive on empty satisfactions" - can't endure the thought of never achieving what he has set his mind onto), Nishinoya ("yes, somebody told me life is something you don't wanna play with, but i just keep on playing like life is just a playground" - doesn't want to be restrained in his life choices, is still a little scared that he might completely lose control over what happens to him)

Motivated: Bokuto, Yaku, Atsumu, Hinata, Kageyama, Oikawa, Goshiki (just replace every line where nf talks about music with something about volleyball)

Turn The Music Up: Tanaka ("last isn't a medal, it's glass and i'ma shatter it" - pumped up by the song, competitive af), Nishinoya ("cash, it is irrelevant - passion is the element" - puts passion in everything he does, doesn't want to reduce any of it to 'just a job' or 'just an exercise'), Semi ("just turn the music on, just let me get lost - i swear i'ma lose it if somebody turns it off" - copes with music, sometimes feels like his favorite artists get him more than his friends do and just wants 'to be left alone with them')

Paralyzed: Ushijima ("i'm paralyzed, where are my feelings?" - has been told several times by annoying people that he should show more emotion and now lies awake sometimes and worries if they might be right), Asahi ("i'm in a box, but i'm the one who locked me in - suffocating and i'm running out of oxygen" - anxiety is a bitch)

Can You Hold Me: Kuroo ("if lonely is a taste then it's all that i'm tasting" - feels lonely at home, can't sleep when he's having a bad night and misses his sister and mother, afraid to open up to people), Yamaguchi ("take me from the dark, from the dark - i ain't gonna make it myself" - feels weak and wants to reach out for help but always feels like he's bothering people with it), Daichi ("feel like i don't even know me" - worried that he might not find his way in life and be left by his friends at some point, doesn't have healthy coping mechanisms)

Grindin': Oikawa ("give me a list of names, i'ma top them" - motivates him and helps him through phases of self doubt), Sakusa ("you do it for fame, we are way different" - knows what he plays volleyball for, tends to look down on professional players who do it without real passion)

Wish You Wouldn't: Daishou ("we gotta do something different 'cause this isn't working" - sometimes feels like his relationship with mika harms her, doesn't think he's good enough, believes that it can't be right and that he doesn't deserve her)

All I Do: Atsumu ("i have been at this for years, this didn't fall on my lap" - gets mad when people accuse him of just being talented and diminish his hard work, afraid of being known as just some guy who was lucky)

Lost In The Moment: Iwaizumi ("whoever told you that life would be easy, i promise that person was lyin' to you" - sometimes can't deal with his friends' problems on top of his own, feels like he's carrying too much sometimes, afraid he'll break down)

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fuck-customers · 3 years ago

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(tw ableism, racism)

i never complained about this guy on here but i finally talked to the store lead about this awful guy i work with! said guy, we'll call him don which of course isnt his actual name, is so annoying. for the record, i helped train him, so its not like he's been here for long time. less than a year. anyway, don thinks he's smarter and better than everyone else. he knows everything and everyone else is wrong if they disagree with what he's saying. he's always talking about people behind their backs, and complaining about how no one does their job right, but i guess he does. he's also always spewing some bs about "you should work for satisfaction not money" (girl why are you here then? you hate this job) and "if you really want something you'll get it because you'll do anything for it" and other classist bullshit.

he'll complain about two of our coworkers specifically, who we'll call gina and ben. gina is an older woman, and don is always talking about how she leaves the register to make coffee every hour (gas station, coffee is made every two hours or as needed) and is always away doing something even if there's a line. he also has made some weird comments about the old men who come in and talk to her. he talks about ben the most though, saying he doesnt do anything, he's always disappearing (which, yeah, he does sometimes, but usually i can track him down because i know what he's doing) and calling off (which he used to do, but now he calls off only occasionally, and is definitely not the worst offender in terms of calling off all the time). its also worth noting that ben and gina have been here for years, through multiple managers and store leads and rounds of employees. now, when don and i are at the register, don is usually occupied with stocking cigarettes and the other nicotine products up there, and its nice to have that stuff done, but that means i am the only one ringing people out. even if theres a line. so if someone else leaves him alone at the register, its a problem, but if he leaves me alone, its fine. another thing about ben he doesnt like is his tattoos. ben is a young guy with a ton of tattoos, including face tattoos, and some piercings. don doesn't like that. he was talking about this the other day to me, and he was saying how "businesss shouldn't hire people with tattoos, i wouldn't" (when I told the store lead he said "but there are professionals with tattoos?"), and first off, this is a gas station honey. what i said to don was, "I don't know, I still think those people deserve to eat." he replies, "I don't." i don't know what to say to that.

he also doesn't like me I don't think. we were talking about stuff we have to do, and got on the topic of outside trash, and I said, "Yeah, if I could do outside trash I would, but because of my hand I can't lift the pump trash lids." i have an ongoing issue with my left hand that we think is tendonitis but we aren't sure, and basically i can't put any pressure on any part of my thumb/that part of my palm. to lift the pump trash lids, you have to push inward on the sides with your palm and lift up. obviously i cant do that. but i can lift propane tanks because that's mostly on my fingers. he tells me, "man, i wish i had a brace i could just put in when i didn't want to do something."

my man the other day i sat down on the floor to look for something and i thought it was healed but as soon as i leaned on it i fell because of how much it hurt. I've tried to do pump trash with it, it made it worse.

going back in time, he said something to me that i didn't think much of at the time. he looked up and saod "that's who you remind me of!" and said my voice sounded like his ex girlfriend's. at first i was like okay. whatever. but he mentioned it again later in a way that infuriated me and im about to tell you why.

so, he was going off about "how you should only eat between these times of the day" (directed at me because i mentioned my breakfast that morning? my dude i get up at six for this shift.) and then going off about circadian rhythms and how theres a single set one (which is not true!) and i mentioned that one if the symptoms of adhd is having a circadian rhythm thats out of sync (he knows i have adhd). and then he starts going off about how "no its not, tell me that when its in a medical book" (girl? maybe look at one that isnt outdated) and then that adhd is overdiagnosed (untrue and also a googleable statistic) and pretty much implying that i was just saying i had it to be special and not have to do things, which infuriated me because thats what everyone says about it and what ive been told my whole life, to the point my mom literally had to threaten several schools with legal action because they would not follow my IEP, and then when i said "hey, I'm the one living with this, you aren't," he said "kelly! kelly! you sound so much like her! you're just kelly to me!"

obviously that's kind of a fucked up thing to say.

some other things i hate about this man is that he gets really aggressive when he's frustrated. one day he started slamming things down as he was stocking. he even does it in front of customers! also, as a cherry on top, he was talking to our coworker, and found out she had a lot of black friends, and called her a [n word] lover.

i also know that im not the only person who has problems with him. literally no one likes him. he's always complaining that someone else isnt doing their job right and "if *I* were the manager" and stuff like that. it might be worth mentioning that i only complained because someone suggested i do. i was just going to tough it out for a while since im going back to school soon and will only be dealing with him once a month

one of my coworkers gave me her number if i ever wanted to talk about it, and the store lead said he would try to talk to him (without mentioning me), and this definitely wasn't okay for him to be doing, so we'll see how this goes. also, i think the store lead kept me in the office talking with him (about school and the pandemic and other stuff) for an hour ish so that i wouldn't have to deal with him, since don leaves after an hour of me being there during the week (but we have six hours together on the weekend) so that was nice.

sorry for the long ask. tldr this guys just an all around asshole who doesnt shut up and thinks he's superior to everyone else but my other coworkers are nice people

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mimisempai · 3 years ago

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When you kiss me, you speak to my soul

Summary:

5 times when Loki receives an unexpected kiss and once when he gives one. (or more)

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This story inaugurates a new series.

"Together, for all time, always"

This series is my way out in case our boys don't canonically have a happy ending.Background: After the events of the TV show, all the members of the TVA are aware of their status as variants and decide to work together on a better TVA. The main team is composed of Loki, Mobius, Sylvie and Miss Minute. The rest will come as time goes by. The stories do not necessarily follow each other.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32203465

3123 words - Rating G

"Okay Loki! You know that in order to get your time travel pass, you have to prove that you know the rules perfectly."

Loki, annoyed, rolled his eyes and sighed,

"Honestly, I'm a rehabilitated variant, god of mischief, who saved the TVA from its slavery, that pass should be granted to me without going through any fucking tests!"

Miss Minutes jumped in front of Loki and pointed her little finger in the direction of Loki's nose, "Ttttt a god don't swear! And when the new TVA administration, of which you are a part, put the rules in place, you all decided to start over. With a new, admittedly less rigid, but still regulated basis that you signed up! Come on, only two more points to validate!"

Loki grumbled, itching to send the little clock flying.

Unperturbed, Miss Minutes continued, "Tell me the basic rules of time travel? "

Loki began to recite in a bored tone, "Do not interact with yourself, do not interact with your ancestors, do not interact with historical figures. Don't interact with the big events in history even if it means not being able to save everyone. Pay attention to small details and use your time wisely.

"Perfect my little Loki!"

"Hey, a little respect Miss Mimi!"

The little clock coughed and Loki noticed a slight flush on her little cheeks.

"Well, then explain to me the three major paradoxes of time travel."

Loki, keeping the same jaded look on his face, recited again, "The Grandfather Paradox, if you go back in time to kill your grandfather, you effectively kill your father, and therefore yourself. The Predestination Paradox is simply when your past self is the very cause of your need to travel back in time. This creates an endless loop of travel, which is why it is also called a closed causal loop. Finally, the Bootstrap Paradox. It occurs when something is returned, often to the traveler himself, negating the need for its creation in the first place."

The little clock jumped all over Loki's desk, clapping!

"Yay my little Loki! You'll be allowed to get your pass validated!"

Loki, happy but irritated by the little machine, asked him, "So that means I don't need your lessons anymore, right?"

"Absolutely!"

Loki rubbed his hands together as he said, "Perfect."

He began to move his hand, thinking of a spell to cast on the annoying little clock.

A voice whispered in his ear, "Loki... what did we say about spelling those weaker than ourselves?"

Loki turned to Mobius with a pout, "but Mobiuuus, just a little spell!"

Mobius bent down and took the hand with which Loki was about to cast his spell.

He said softly, "These hands do such beautiful magic, it would be such a shame to make them cast second rate spells."

He laid a gentle kiss to the back of Loki's hand and then walked away with a quiet step.

Loki, slightly surprised, touched lightly with his other hand the place where Mobius' lips had lingered.

Then he got up quickly, knocked over his chair and ran behind him.

Miss Minute, who had witnessed the scene, raised her eyes to the sky and returned to her screen.

Mobius was waiting outside the elevator.

"Mobius!"

Mobius turned around, Loki was coming towards him with a quick step. He looked at his watch and said with a slightly reproachful tone, "You'll really have to learn to be on time!"

Loki, with a cheeky grin on his face, replied, "I find I'm making progress, yesterday I was 13 minutes late and today only 11."

Mobius rolled his eyes and was about to answer him when they were interrupted by the voiceover from the elevator.

"The elevator is momentarily out of order, please use the service stairs."

Mobius walked to the door next to the elevator and held it open, waving his hand towards Loki.

"After you."

Loki walked past him and began to descend the stairs.

Almost arriving at the bottom, Mobius, on Loki's heels, put a hand on his shoulder and turned him to face him.

"What's wrong?" Loki asked him, surprised.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's fine," Mobius replied softly before taking his face in his hands and leaning in to kiss him.

A few moments later, they separated to catch their breath.

Loki gasped slightly, asking Mobius, "I'm not complaining, but what was that for?"

As they finished descending the stairs Mobius replied, "It was the perfect opportunity to reverse the roles, for once I was the one who had to bend over to kiss you."

Loki was still smiling as they walked through the door.

As they passed by the elevator, the door opened to reveal the other members of their team.

"Huh? Is the elevator fixed yet? We took the stairs because they reported that the elevator was momentarily out of order, like... three minutes ago."

"What? But we got on it three minutes ago, four floors higher than you."

Loki looked back at Mobius with a little doubt.

Mobius replied, "Just because you're the god of mischief, doesn't mean you're the only one who can use it."

"Argh, for crying out loud, dates, more dates, always dates!!!"

Loki rubbed his eyes trying to fight the fatigue that was overtaking him.

He stood up, took a few steps to stretch his legs before returning to his seat and continuing to flip through his files.

"Need a helping hand?"

Mobius put his hand on Loki's shoulder and gently squeezed it before sitting down across from him without waiting for an answer.

He continued, "I know this isn't your favorite part of the job, Loki, but it's part of it and I'm glad to see that despite your reluctance, you're not afraid to pitch in.

Loki grunted, "I just don't think it's fair, Sylvie never has to do this kind of work. She's always out there."

"Have you been traveling through time, through all kinds of apocalypses like her for that long?"

"Hmph!Always the voice of wisdom huh?"

Mobius snickered, "Me? No, of course not, but the wiser of the two of us, that I am."

"You prick!" muttered Loki.

"Hey, I heard that!"

They both immersed themselves in the files.

After two hours, Mobius saw Loki get up.

"I'm going to stretch my legs for two minutes."

"Okay."

Five minutes later he saw a small bowl of salad appear in front of his eyes.

Loki said to him as he sat down, "to make up for my bad mood of earlier."

Mobius put his hand on Loki's forearm, "Loki, there is nothing to forgive. You are allowed to have mood swings. I'm not asking you to be someone else. But thank you for the consideration."

He ate the salad Loki had brought him while the god got back to work.

A little later, he was disturbed in his research by a light snore, he looked up at the familiar sight of Loki asleep, his head on his crossed arms.

He had a fond smile. He knew that this kind of work must seem tedious to someone like Loki and yet, even though he grumbled and acted like a drama queen on a regular basis, it didn't stop him from working seriously.

Looking at the time, he thought they had worked enough for today.

He stood up and whispered in his partner's ear, "Loki, wake up. It's late. We're done for the day."

As Loki slowly opened his eyes, Mobius placed a kiss on the top of his head before getting up and going to put the files away.

Loki straightened up and was stretching again when Mobius returned.

"Was I dreaming or did you kiss me on the head?"

"Unfortunately my sleeping beauty's lips weren't accessible so I had to settle for kissing the top of her head to get her to wake up."

Mobius winked at her and headed for the door.

He turned and said again, "Are we going home?"

Loki, who still hadn't gotten used to the warmth these few words provoked in him, quickened his pace to join him.

When Mobius arrived at the cafeteria, he saw Loki concentrating at the dessert counter.

He joined him, placing his hand on his lower back to signal his presence.

"You look completely absorbed in the contemplation of these desserts. Do you have a favorite?"

Loki turned his head toward him and grumbled, "There's always so much to choose from. And every time there's a new kind. I don't even know what to choose. In Asgard there was fruit and... fruit."

Mobius was amused every time Loki was faced with this kind of problem. He made it an insurmountable challenge. This time, Mobius offered to help him.

"If you want we'll take several and share."

Loki nodded, " You choose, because I don't know what to take."

"Okay, go sit down, I'll pick and join you."

Mobius took a sample of several desserts, located the table Loki was sitting at and joined him.

They spent the next hour sharing the dessert plate. It was just the two of them left in the cafeteria. Loki was finishing the tiramisu while Mobius was bringing a last spoonful of chocolate mousse to his mouth.

"So, have you made your choice? What's your favorite?"

Loki licked his lips and replied, "Undoubtedly the tiramisu."

He put his spoon down and asked Mobius, "What about you?"

Mobius, who was sitting next to him, moved closer and looking at Loki's lips, murmured softly, "I'm hesitating between the chocolate mousse and the tiramisu."

He closed the distance between them and placed his lips on Loki's. Loki parted his lips and let Mobius explore his mouth with his skilled tongue. Mobius finished the fierce kiss with a light bite on Loki's lower lip, soothing him with a final lick. Then he moved back.

"I think in the end, tiramisu is my favorite."

They had just returned from the mission and were in the locker room.

Loki was putting his things away in his locker. As always after a successful mission, he was so excited that he was talking non-stop.

Replaying the events in detail, and because he was Loki, he didn't hesitate to emphasize the moments when he and Mobius had been particularly good.

The rest of the team was used to it and listened with one ear.

Mobius smiled fondly.

Continuing to babble, Loki followed the rest of the team for the post-mission debriefing.

As he walked out the door, he felt himself being pulled back. Then a hand reached into his hair and pulled out the tie that held it together.

He looked back at Mobius who was putting the rubber band in his pocket.

"Mobius?"

Mobius walked over to him.

"Why did you do that?"

Mobius replied with a mischievous smile, "Because when you have your hair tied back, I can't do that."

He raised his hand, and pushed behind Loki's ear the strands of hair that fell over Loki's face, letting his hand linger on the god's neck.

" Neither this."

With his hand on the back of Loki's neck, he ran his fingers through Loki's hair to comb it before gently grabbing it and pulling his head back slightly.

Having cleared with this gesture the throat of Loki, he deposited a rain of butterfly kisses.

Loki sighed, his lips parted, "Mobius..."

Mobius moved back again leaving his hand in Loki's hair.

"Nor this."

He raised his second hand and joined it with the first on the back of Loki's neck, tangling his fingers in the long black strands before pressing gently, forcing the god to tilt his head forward. Their lips were so close that each could feel the other's breath. Mobius pressed his lips to Loki's, his fingers clutching his hair as the god's hands found his waist.

Their kiss was long and slow, and when Mobius pulled back, nipping at Loki's bottom lip, He saw that his eyes were clouded and his mouth wide open.

"That's exactly why I like you better with your hair loose."

With a smile, he kissed Loki briefly on the cheek and headed for the locker room door, the bouncy step of one who has just won a victory, oblivious to Loki's hungry stare.

Loki had had enough.

Mobius obviously enjoyed starting fires with Loki and never extinguished them.

Loki was on edge.

Not that Loki didn't appreciate Mobius' spontaneous displays of affection and kisses, the man was extremely inventive and talented, but he felt like a ball of clay in his hands.

His pride as a god of mischief was at stake!

He had to regain the upper hand, just a little, just a few moments.

"Hoho miss Minutes, looks like someone needs to get laid!"

"Hey Syl! I'm just a pure little watch. I don't want to know anything about your sex lives!"

Sylvie sitting with her feet up on Loki's desk fluttered a paper cutter in the air and snickered back, " Which sex life Mimi?"

The watch returned to the screen and grumbled, "Never mind, Loki and Mobius's love life is none of my business! Hmph!"

Loki with his hands on his hips and a dark look in his eyes, muttered to Sylvie, "Don't you have a job to do instead of gossiping with that piece of junk clock?"

"Hey jerk! I heard you!" Shouted the little voice from the monitor.

"It's so much more interesting to watch you mope about your mustachioed prince."

Loki slumped into the other chair, a sulky look on his face.

"It's not so bad though?" asked Sylvie, studying him, her chin on her hand.

Loki told her everything, from the kiss on his hand to the fiery kiss in the locker room.

"And you dare to complain?!" Sylvie asked him, quite irritated, "You have a man who is completely devoted to you, and full of attention for you. Do you realize how lucky you are?"

"Wait, Syl! It's not that I don't like it. On the contrary, but... argh" Loki tugged at his hair, "I don't know how to say it, before, the Loki before the TVA, I've always been a hedonist who enjoys the pleasures of life, who takes and throws, but now, even though I'm still a hedonist, I don't just want to consume anymore, I want to give too. And right now I feel like I'm the only one receiving."

"Aw, you're cute you know."

"Hey! Don't make fun of me!"

"But no, well just a little bit, but really Loki, the fact that you're thinking about this, shows how much you've evolved right? Have you even tried talking to Mobius about it?"

Loki shook his head, "You know me, I often talk a lot to mask my insecurities and also because I like to listen to myself talk, but anyway what I mean is that when it's serious I'm unable to express myself properly."

"And show him?"

"How?"

Sylvie rolled her eyes, "Loki, are you the god of mischief or not? You are capable of seducing anyone! Don't embarrass me!"

A few moments later, alone in his office, he thought back to this discussion.

How could he surprise Mobius?

Mobius who knew how to read all his tricks...

Of course! The answer was obvious!

What better way than a direct approach!

He waited for the right moment and went to Mobius' office, sure to find him there.

As he walked through the door, Mobius looked up, a smile blooming on his face as he saw Loki.

"Loki!" He wanted to stand up, Loki stopped him by waving his hand. With one hand he locked the office door and with the other, using a flick of his wrist, he turned Mobius's chair around before walking towards him.

Then, without warning his lover, he straddled Mobius' lap and framed his face with his hands before throwing himself on Mobius' mouth.

Mobius pushed him back slightly and managed to articulate, panting, "Wait, wait, wait Loki! What's the matter with you? Not that I'm against it, but I'm surprised, pleasantly surprised, that you'd take the initiative like this."

Loki with his forehead and lips against Mobius' replied, equally breathless, "The problem is that my lover has been teasing me all week, kissing me everywhere and at any time, and hasn't given me a chance to return the favor, so now you shut up and let me kiss you! It's my turn!"

As Loki resumed the interrupted kiss, Mobius decided, with the last fragment of coherent thought he possessed, that all he had to do was enjoy it. He just ran his hands over Loki's hips pressing him closer until there was no more space between them.

He tried to control the kiss, but Loki would not let him, and finally, after a brief struggle, he gave in to the kiss and the shivers of pleasure that ran down his spine.

He believed to be out of air when Loki moved back slightly and fixed him, the eyes shining with satisfaction, licking his lips like a cat which had just devoured a pot of cream.

They slowly caught their breath and Mobius couldn't help but gently tuck a lock of Loki's hair back behind his ear in a gesture that was becoming more and more familiar.

Loki leaned into Mobius' hand.

"Hey Loki, more seriously," Mobius told him softly, "does it bother you that I'm acting like this? Because you know you can tell me."

Loki sighed, "It doesn't bother me per se, it's just the lack of reciprocity, the fact that I'm receiving a lot and giving nothing."

Mobius shook his head with a smile, "Sweetheart," he couldn't help but notice that Loki seemed to appreciate the endearment, "that's not how it works. When you kissed me just now, did you feel pleasure?"

Loki, indignant, protested, "Yes, of course I-"

Mobius put a finger to his lips.

"It's the same for me, you know. I am aware that in your head the gears are spinning wildly non stop, but in such cases, don't think. Just enjoy it, there's nothing selfish about it."

Loki nodded, then passionately kissed his lover once more, until they were both out of breath again.

Then Loki traced a path of kisses from Mobius' chin to his ear and nibbled on his lobe before whispering, his breath making Mobius shudder, "The rest is for later my love..."

He stood up and headed for the door while swaying his hips, fully aware of the gaze that followed him.

Then before he walked through the door, he threw over his shoulder, with a mischievous smile, "I too can light a fire and make you burn for me."

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Not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

#loki #lokius fic #lokius #moki #wowki #loki x mobius #loki laufeyson #mobius m mobius #miss minutes #sylvie laufeydottir #established relationship #5+1 things

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alecxaheart · 4 years ago

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Falls At 4419 | Bang Chan Oneshot

✎ Genre : Strangers to Lovers AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 2.1k words

✎ Synopsis : Who could've thought that your ride to love life starts at a bus stop.

✎ Requested.

You had the usual tiring daily routine for the rest of your life. Your weekday mornings start with your alarm clock greeting you "good morning" in the most annoying beeping way as possible. What a gentle reminder, too, to tell you that it's almost time for work.

" Work again? " you groaned at the thought, hands reaching out to the bedside table to turn off the alarm. Once you did, you forced yourself out of the bed and start preparing for today.

You were completely exhausted due to the stack of work your boss gives you.

It's to the point that it made you sleep deprived, haggard or just messy in general. You don't even know if you ever managed to cover all of that, physically, with make-up. However, when it came to your words and actions, it's noticeable when one paid attention. It's a good thing that Ms. Han was blind to that, or else you'll be told that you're lacking and higher chances of you getting fired.

But aside from every negative thing about your occupation, so far your performances were praised by your co-workers. Salary has never been a problem, in fact, you've been paid higher than expected. Maybe it's from the plus being Ms. Han's pet-sitter — for the love of all things, it had to be a cat.

You're almost done preparing for work. With your feet taking a quick slip into your black heels, you're on your way out of the house. Clacking noises could be heard each time your heels meet the pavement.

As you were headed towards the bus stop, you felt something vibrating from your purse. Opening it, you found your phone ringing. The caller ID displays the name of your boss, Ms. Han. What could be the kind of good morning greeting I'll receive from her today?

You answered it and placed it to your right ear, immediately hearing your name. " Assistant (L/N) (Y/N)! " Ms. Han called out through the other line.

" Good morning to you too, Ms. Han. You have matters to discuss with me at this time? " You replied, stopping at your tracks as you've reached the bus stop. All you need to do now is wait for the bus and keep yourself together with whatever Ms. Han may throw at you.

" I'm assuming you've already done the project for today, " You hummed in response. There was sound of a slight slip from the other line, you assumed that Ms. Han was drinking tea. " Make sure to deliver that presentation well. After that, I want you to attend the board meeting this afternoon on my behalf. Send them my sincere apologies for I have other more important business matters. "

So much for being trustworthy..

" Noted, Ms. Han. " Your ride finally came. Once it opened it's doors, you hopped in and tapped your card at a machine.

" Also, fix this week's schedule. Cancel everything on Friday, " Ms. Han added. You ended up seating at the very end of the bus, beside the window. It just happened to be the only row of seats that's vacant.

" Got it, Ms. Han. Anything else? "

" Ah, right. After the board meeting, take care of Eliza, " Her cat – you should've seen that coming. " Don't worry about the ride to my house, my driver will be picking you up. " She continued, taking one more sip at her tea. The ride was never a problem, but her cat is. Nevertheless, you accepted it since you both needed the job and money.

It didn't took that long until the conversation finally ended. When she hung up, you deeply sighed and looked out of the window. Spring was almost over, the atmosphere started to get colder. The cherry blossom trees began to slowly wither, every petal that has fallen decorated the road and sidewalk. It was both exquisite yet melancholic. Could you ever compare yourself as a cherry blossom? To bloom all over again yet someday, you'll wither once again. Possibly.

As you were gazing outside, your eyes widened as you saw someone else's reflection who sat beside you. His airpods plugged in his ears as he bobbed his head to the beat. You never knew or felt that his presence is already there, not until right now.

He's the same guy you meet each day whenever you took this bus. To be honest, he's eye-catching ever since the first time you saw him. He had the usual black outfit. Curly brunette headed, tall nose, dazzling dark brown orbs, lips — Okay, let's stop fawning over him. In conclusion, he has very well defined facial features. It was obvious that he's one of God's masterpiece, many should've envied him with that.

Despite of him always being your seatmate when the seat next to yours is vacant, you both never conversed with one another. Even with him having an eye for you from the start, no one even dared to start one.

Although, maybe today's a bit different.

The bus abruptly stopped in its tracks as the stop light just switched to red. The driver groaned and scratched the back of his neck.

At the back of the bus, there's you who is silently staring at the window. Awfully close to the window. However, when the bus hit the brakes, your forehead bumped onto the glass. " Ouch! " You groaned in pain as you held your forehead, checking if it bled and to ease the pain. The curly brunette noticed this and paused the music he's playing on the phone. He shifted in his seat to face you, " Are you okay? ". Your eyes met his worrisome ones and it made your heart skip a beat. He's more dashing when he's this close to you. It also made you more timid towards him that you began to stutter, " I- I guess I'm okay.. ".

" Let me see, " He reached out to your hand that's covering your forehead. His hand accidentally touched the sore part in the process, causing you to wince in pain. He whispered an apology before carefully taking your hand off and scan your forehead. He sighed in relief, " Thankfully, it wasn't such a big impact but it did turn red. You can place ice or put an ointment on it as soon as you get off, ok? " You responded with small nod and smile, your heart melting at his kindness.

He carefully placed his hand on your head and light pushed it back, gesturing you to rest. You gladly complied and he smiled, showing his dimples. It was cute, you thought.

" Does it still hurt? " He asked.

" A bit but bearable, " You replied, closing your eyes.

" How about a small talk to distract you from the pain? "

" Sounds good to me. "

" My name's Chan, you? "

" The name's (Y/N). It's nice to finally know you, Chan. "

And that's how everything started to blossom, at the end of Spring.

After that day, you started to anticipate what's going to happen on the next days that you never complained about the annoying beeping clock at dawn ever again. Especially and specifically, on the bus. Your mornings now start with you enthusiastically getting up and preparing for work. Chan happened to bring more interest into your life.

You don't know what kind of sorcery Chan does to always know how to remove your stress or just to make your days better in general. However, you don't mind it. Instead, you're really thankful for it.

You blossomed more in Fall, like a cosmos flower. You bloomed while the rest withered.

You excelled so much at work. The company was at its rough times, yet you handled everything outstandingly that you were praised by the whole company. Even Chan was happy for you, which mattered to you most.

" I knew you were exceptional ever since the beginning, " He murmured while hugging you securely, smiling. You, too, smiled brightly and blushed at that.

It's not only you who blossomed this fall. Your love, too, bloomed in Fall.

You never knew that the potential crush you had for Chan back when he was just a seatmate at the bus would grow. You fell head over heels for his giggles, smiles, kindness, goofiness, just for him. It keeps getting stronger as more time passes that you couldn't control it anymore. This was a first ever since you started working. You never really paid attention to your love life since work was always in the way. You're foreign to this feeling, you're clueless on how to handle it.

This love is the most amazing feeling, you'd be honest. Yet you fear that you'll be rejected or wouldn't be loved back. Then love would be the worst feeling.

Although, your faith and hope will never be taken away from you until the day hasn't came yet, until there's a possibility. You'll keep hoping on his small gestures you'd like to think are hints. You'll put your love for him in the hands of faith. And with that, you became patient with him. Waiting for the time that the true feelings will start to unveil.

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찬의

Channie

Hey (Y/N)

Are you done with work?

Almost

Why do you ask?

I'll pick you up, ok?

I'm on my way there.

'That's first, yet weird.

But I don't mind.'

Alright, be careful

Seen 7:02PM

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A month has passed, you two grew closer than ever. Yet occassionally, there would be a hint of awkwardness between the two of you. One would act weirdly, stutter or get nervous around one another. You hoped that it wouldn't ruin your friendship. You valued this friendship more than anything else.

Heading towards the front doors of this company, you could see Chan's figure on the other side. Waiting for you to come out. Once you did, he turned to face you and greet you with a sweet smile. You smiled back. " Let's go? " He said as he offered you his hand. You nodded and timidly took it into yours. That's another first.

Both of you exchanged the usual conversation. Asking about each other's day, telling short stories, joking once in a while, then some comfortable silence here and there, it felt just right. It's already dark out, the city light and streetlights being the only source of light, while the moon is having the pitch black sky to itself. The streets aren't as busy as it was in the daylight. You could hear the rustling and crunching of autumn leaves as it was carried by the wind or getting stepped on.

The two of you eventually reached the bus stop, taking a seat as you wait for a bus. " Do you know the number that bus has? " Chan asked out of the blue, eyes boring on the street. You hummed in confusion, he chuckled. " The bus we always took, especially in the mornings. "

" Ohh.. To be honest, I'm completely unaware of that. " You answered, scratching the back of your neck. Once more, he chuckled then gazed at you while your attention was somewhere else. A bus was coming in your peripheral vision. Once it was in front of you, you scanned for it's number. At the very end, it's written..

" 4419, " You turned to Chan, only to find him staring at you with adoration. You two stayed like that for a few minutes. His eyes were so soft, looking ever so luminous and sparkling underneath the light. He took out a flower he plucked from earlier, placing it behind your ear. Not even tearing his eyes away from yours. " Beautiful, like a cosmos flower, " He whispered, but it was enough for you to hear it clearly. You've felt like you're continously falling, yet Chan still has his grip on you. The same grip when he first held your hand back when you've bumped your forehead on the bus. Loving, gentle yet firm. Telling that he's willing to fall with you. " I love you, (Y/N). "

With just those 4 words, you were filled with so much joy and shock. You froze on your seat. For a second you panicked on what's the right word to say, asking if an I love you too was enough or is it already too redundant.

Although you knew that Chan's anticipating an answer as the clock continues to tick, and waiting is dreadful. Chan will love and cherish anything you say to him. Just the thought of you being truly his will bring him genuine happiness, and that's enough. No need for further more explanations. Then you've came to the conclusion, that there's no other words that best describes your true feelings for him. Simple yet genuine, " I love you too, Chan. "

Now, a love fully blossomed at the end of Falls.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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Californian Dream (Pt. 01 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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Lemonade

Ignoring the meaningless chattering, you drink what's left of your water, then put the glass against your neck, hoping the cold will help with the hot weather. Summers in California are always this hot, and since you're under the sun, it doesn't help. Some of your friends, or better saying, the family friends, the people you grew up with, are here again, using your pool as if it was some kind of club they can attend. Standing on this badly shaped circle, you pretend to listen as Ryan goes on about some mansion he helped his father sell this weekend. He's excited, gesticulating a lot, and the others seem to be quite interested too. But not you. Honestly, you couldn't care less.

Through the corner of your eye, you see someone moving on the other side of the huge pool, behind some trees. Turning your head to see it better, you easily recognize the new pool guy, Billy Hargrove. He's been working here for only a couple of months, coming a few times a week to clean the pool or to fix something. You always pay attention to the staff, because nobody else does. You like to know them since they're working at your house after all, and that made you befriend a lot of them throughout the years. But Billy? You haven't even crossed paths with him yet. On purpose.

Billy is by far the most handsome guy you ever met, and you just don't think you can say anything to his face. He probably thinks you're one of the silly, rich chicks he meets on his job, and for some reason, it bothers you.

“(Y/N).” Ryan snaps his fingers on your face, dragging you out of your thoughts. “Are you in there? Aren't you listening?”

“Yup. Sorry, I tuned out for a minute.” Politely, you apologize. “What were you saying?”

“The gala. Who are you going with?”

“Uhm... Not sure yet.” Playing with the empty glass, you move your weight from one leg to the other. “I don't have any good options.”

“What?” Gisele exclaims, giggling. “Robert wants to go with you. Daniel would easily ditch his date for you. And Michael–”

“Don't wanna go with neither of them.” Cutting her off, you decide to just say it. Robert is the most hateful person you ever met. Daniel has been chasing after you for years, it doesn't matter how hard you try to make him understand you don't like him, and every girl he dates, he does it to try and make you jealous. And Michael is a manipulative jerk. All three members of the most prestigious families of California, and desired bachelors. And yet, you can't stand them.

“Who are you going with then? The pool guy?” Gisele gestures at something across the pool, and you know at who.

“Maybe. I bet he's way better than Michael, Daniel, or Robert.” This makes all the five of them laugh, in a very mocking tone. But you mean it. “I might go by myself. Who cares?”

“Are you crazy? Your parents will care, and people will talk, you know that.” Ryan rolls his eyes, lightly slapping his friend's arm. “C'mon, Antony, let's find (Y/N) a fourth option.” The two guys smirk and walk away, and you don't even bother to ask what they're up to. You don't care.

“For real now, (Y/N),” Alice says, running her fingers through her hair. “Gisele is right. The three guys are so into you, and Robert...” She chuckles, exchanging a glance with Gisele. “He's hot. He's... So damn hot.”

“Why don't you go with him then?” You ask her, taking a deep breath and already thinking of an excuse to get away from this conversation and back into the secrecy of your bedroom.

“Because I'm dating.” She answers as if it was the most obvious thing. As if she didn't have a different boyfriend every month. “James Whayland. The one and only, heir to the Whayland fortune? Do you happen to know him?” A rhetoric question, of course. Everyone knows who the Whayland are. “I'm so gonna marry him.”

“You must,” Gisele adds. “You'd be like, stupidly rich.”

And they go on with that, a conversation you don't even try to follow. A lot of girls do that, getting married to join the fortunes and shove more money into their pockets. Your mother herself did it, and she tries to push you into doing the same, pointing out the richest bachelors of California. But you'd never do that. You rather never get married than getting married without love. It's so obvious, yet, if you bring that up, it always becomes an argument. ‘Love comes with time’, she says. ‘Once you're provided financial stability, you'll learn to love the provider.’ None of that sounds appealing to you. You're hoping to fall in love one day. It hasn't happened yet, but you'll patiently wait.

“Hey, Earth to (Y/N).” Ryan raises his voice, and, a little annoyed, you look up at him.

“What?”

“You're welcome.” He says with a wicked smile.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilt your head to the side. “For what, Ryan?”

“For getting you the best date ever for the gala, sweetie.” He and Antony laugh, and soon enough the others follow. “The pool guy is taking you to a high society party. How amazing is that?”

It takes a while for you to even process what he's saying, but his mean tone makes you angry. He thinks he's superior to anyone who doesn't have a collection of fancy cars in their garage. “First of all, Ryan, the pool guy has a name, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. You're always close to the staff.” He emphasizes the last word, making a disgusted face.

“Second...” What? Second what? You know you can't go with Billy. That would get people talking. But then, the other options make you sick to even consider them. And honestly, you couldn't care less about what people say. It'll probably get you a hell of a lecture from your parents, a few weeks of gossips and mean comments, but that's it. Soon enough someone else will become the hottest topic. “You know what, forget it.” Putting the empty glass on the table, you walk away, ignoring how they call you, telling you not to be silly.

Maybe the guys are joking. Maybe they're just pulling a prank on you, but there's no problem with finding that out. Walking around the pool and into the garden, you walk around the supply closet, following the low noise of something being put into the metal shelves. The supply closet is open, so you patiently wait on the outside, barefoot on the grass as you move to stand to bellow a tree. Bouncing your leg, you look around, breathing deeply and trying to understand why the hell you decided to face Billy now. He's the only guy who works here you're making sure not to have any contact with.

“Good afternoon.” The voice startles you, and you immediately turn to face him. Billy is closing the closet door shut, eyes focused on you. And yes, he's far more gorgeous from up close. “May I help you, Miss–”

“(Y/N).” You cut him off, cursing yourself for doing so. “You may call me (Y/N).”

He simply nods, walking closer and stopping on a shadow spot too. “Do you need anything from me?”

“Uhm...” For a moment, you gotta think a little to remember what brought you here. “I just wanted to ask if maybe some two jerks came to talk to you... About a party... And... Taking a girl to this party...” Playing with your fingers, you wonder if he already thinks you're a total idiot.

“Yes. They said you needed a date for some gala.” Billy crosses his arms, not looking away from you. “If you need it, I can take you.”

Oh. Would he really do that? “Uhm... Look, Ryan and Antony meant it as a joke.” You gotta be honest, even if it means he'll give up the idea. “I mean, not for me, they're just... They're jerks. And they...” Holy crap. You have to get your shit together. “They thought it would be funny to make you think you could take me to this gala.” Taking a deep breath, you push the words out. “But... I would like it if you could because all my options suck. It's either Michael or Robert or Daniel, and you probably know they're all fighting for the award of the worst person on the face of Earth.”

“It might be really hard to make this decision. Might as well split the award in three.” He speaks up and you giggle. The staff don't usually speak like that about the families they work for. But Billy doesn't seem to care and you like that.

“Yeah. So... I know people will gossip about it but I'd be forever grateful if you could do me this kindness.” You're blushing now, biting your lip. “Because I know it's not your job or anything but I could pay you if you want.”

“There's no need.” Billy shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. “It's a party, right? It will be fun.”

“Oh... About that...” Calling such events ‘parties’ is a misunderstanding. Almost a crime. “These things... Suck. It's super dull, full of rich people donating, trying to donate more them someone else just so they'll show off how rich they really are... You'll absolutely hate it. I do.” Gesturing at yourself, you give him an apologetic look. “I'd owe you for life if you help me get through it without having to put up with any of those assholes.”

Billy nods, looking down before his eyes meet yours again. “I believe I'll have to wear one of those suits right?”

“Well, I'll be in some uncomfortable dress, so we'll both be unhappy about our clothes.” Your mind goes to the lilac dress your mother made you buy, extremely expensive.

“Alright then. It's on Sunday, right?” You nod. “Should I pick you up?”

“Yes. At seven.” He gives a small nod before gesturing at the garden. “I gotta go now.”

“Sure...” Billy waves before walking away, and you stand there, wondering if you should go back to your so-called friends. You're sure Ryan will have that stupid smile on, eager to know what you and Billy have spoken about. And you won't tell anything, but you also don't want to deal with that shit right now, or else you might tell right to their faces how much of a jerk they are. So you decide to follow Billy through the garden, easily finding him by a particular big tree. He's opening a leaf tarp on a clean space on the grass before taking a fan rake. “This tree is dying.” You say, getting his attention. Billy turns around, furrowing his eyebrows. “That's why there are so many fallen leaves. See how some of them seem healthy, normal green leaves? It only happens when the tree is dying.”

“Then you should have someone cut it down before someone gets hurt.” He says, looking a little confused. “Shouldn't you go back to your friends?”

“Yeah, I probably should.” You're tired of all the things you should do, so for today, you won't do them. As silly as it may be. “Do you need some help?” You ask, stepping forward a little.

“No, I'm alright.” It sounds like a question, and you blush from the way he stares at you, for several seconds, before focusing on his task, raking the leaves to the tarp.

“Ok.” Whispering, you move to sit on a wooden table, one of the many you have scattered around the property. You try not to look at Billy too much, noticing how weird it feels to do this. You barely know the guy, he'll be your date for a gala, and now you're awkwardly seated here, watching as he works. Well, it is better than whatever your friends must be talking about now. “So... What exactly do you work with?” You ask, hoping to get any kind of conversation going. “I thought you just took care of the pool.”

“I work for a company. BJ's Associates.” Billy starts, and you take this chance to look at him. Despite the distance, you can see the sweat glistening on his forehead. “They send me to any place I'm needed. Some of them are scheduled weekly, others are random. And–” He makes a pause suddenly, giving you a look. “Are you bored yet?”

“No.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle. “I actually wanna know.”

He turns his head to look at the pool, which is a little distant now. Maybe he thinks this is some kind of move, and you wouldn't blame him, judging by the way the guys probably came to talk to him. “That's it. I clean pools, fix cars, might paint walls or something, clean gardens... The list goes on.”

“You know how to fix a car?” Raising an eyebrow, you move to seat on the table, placing both your feet on the wooden bench. “My car is making this weird noise and I'm sure it's not some normal noise.”

“How does it sounds like?”

“Like a clunking, I think... every time I hit the breaks, even when it's softly.”

“It could be some damage to the brake caliper.” He's quick to answer, and you raise your eyebrows, impressed. “Or it's badly mounted.”

“Damn, you're good.” You exclaim, giggling at his funny face.

“I just–”

“(Y/N)!” Amelia's voice reaches you, and Billy stops talking, resuming his job. “I've been looking for you.” The old lady, with her gray hair tied up on a perfect, sophisticated bun, comes to the table you're at, a tray with a jar and six glasses on her hands.

“I've been here chatting with Billy.” You tell as she lays the tray down. “And no, I won't go back to the pool.”

“They're talking about James Whayland.” She starts, rolling her eyes. Amelia is the only one in this house, well, the only one you know who understands you. “Alice Martin was talking about marrying him...?”

“Yup.” A stronger wind messes with your hair, so you use a hand to keep it away from your face. “Something about joining their fortunes and being the king and queen of California. Some shit like that.”

“Poor Alice.” Amelia breathes out, taking a glass and pouring some lemonade on it before handing it over to you. “That Whayland kid is not the nicest guy on Earth.”

“Poor James!” You giggle, putting your glass down and serving her some lemonade too. She doesn't like when you do that, since she's here to serve you. Amelia, the woman who raised you is here for nothing else than to serve you. So unbelievable it almost makes you laugh. “Alice isn't nice either. She can be very manipulative to get what she wants.”

“Don't I know?” She mutters. “Well, I must go. Serve this to your friends.”

“No, no, no. Take your glass and leave the rest. If someone complains tell them I'll drink the whole jar.” Taking the tray from her hands, you place it down on the table again.

“Alright, Miss–”

“(Y/N). Honey. Bunny. Anything, but not this formal stuff, ok?” You correct her, and Amelia gives you a bright smile.

“Alright, (Y/N).” She repeats before turning around and walking away, cordially greeting Billy.

Taking a sip from your glass, you smile to notice Amelia's lemonade is as good as always. A little too sour for your parents taste, but you like it better this way. Your attention goes back to Billy, still dealing with the fallen leaves, despite being almost done. If you ask, he might say no, so you just pour another glass before jumping to the ground, making your way over him. “Here.” Raising your voice, you get his attention. And once again he has this confused expression on his face when he sees the glass. “Lemonade. It's hella hot out here and this might help.”

“Thanks.” Squinting his eyes a little, he takes the glass from your hand, taking long sips, drinking almost everything.

“Sorry if it's a little too sour. I don't like much sugar on it and Amelia knows so...” When he's done, he gives you back the glass. “Why are you looking at me like that? I swear I'm not a ghost.”

“That's not it. I'm just not used to being treated like that by the owners.” Billy's voice gets a little darker, and he pronounces the last word with certain anger. But you can imagine exactly why. Most of the people you know aren't very fond of their employees. They're just the people they pay off to do what they can't do by themselves.

“I know how some of the families can be mean.” Drumming your fingers on the empty glass, you stand there, staring at Billy, just now noticing the deep, beautiful shade of blue from his eyes. Involuntary, you breathe out, smiling.

“What?”

“Nothing!” You burst out, clearing your throat and finding your legs again, making the way back at the table. “I–”

“(Y/N)!” A shout startles you, and when you turn at the source of the voice, you see it's Gisele. “Get back here! You won't guess who just got here.”

“If it isn't Michael Jackson ready to perform Beat It, I'll be disappointed.” You mutter, only loud enough for Billy to hear it as you walk back to the pool.

“Call me if it's him,” Billy says and you giggle, giving him one last look.

It's not Michael. Well, it is, but not Jackson, just Michael Rothford. He stands by the pool, where everyone gathers around him. Trying not to look pissed, you move closer, offering a polite, fake smile. “Good afternoon, Mike. How have you been?”

“I'm way better now.” He answers, and you try to ignore how everyone moves a little, giving you more space to move closer to Michael. He takes your hand, giving it a shake, and awkwardly squeezing it softly. “I'm here to ask, once again, for you to let me take you to Sunday's gala.”

The two idiots, Antony and Ryan start giggling, and you know exactly why. “Sorry, Mike, I can't.” Pulling your hand away, you cross your arms. “I already have someone, so...” Thank God you have the perfect excuse, and it's not even a lie. You're so damn relieved you won't be forced to attend to such a boring event with someone like Michael.

“Who?” He snaps, suddenly pissed. “Daniel is going with that Angela chick. Robert, you can't stand. Andrew isn't in the country, Willian–”

“You don't know him, alright?” Cutting him off, you sigh.

“Oh, shit,” Ryan mutters, and you give him a look. He has a hand covering his mouth, trying to control a laugh. “You're really going to the gala with the pool guy.” Antony burst into laughter, and the others try to control themselves not to.

“You rather go with the staff than with me?” Michael sounds offended as if he was punched in the face. “Are you kidding me, (Y/N)?”

Quickly, you try to think of something to say. You can't say the truth, that he's a hateful human being you can't stand being next to. But nothing comes to your mind. “No, I'm not. I... Actually wanna go with Billy.”

“Honestly, (Y/N), screw you.” He barks, and before you can answer, he grabs both your shoulders and pushes you straight into the water.

Everything happens way too fast for you to process, so there was no way you could tell him you absolutely can't swim. So the moment you hit the water, you just sink, your body moving to the bottom, way too far from the surface. You do try moving your legs a bit, uselessly. But you're suddenly pulled, strong arms moving you through the water until you finally reach the surface, gasping for air. Breathing fast, the terror finally starts kicking in, and you push yourself up, stumbling a little, ignoring all the hands that offer help. Once you're out of the water, seated on the edge, you finally see who saved you, Billy, also pushing himself up, only with a lot more grace than you. You exchange a glance, and his hand is the one you take, pulling yourself back to your feet.

“You can't swim?” You hear Michael's voice, a curse caught in your throat. “I never met a Californian who can't swim.”

Not minding the small crowd around, you make you walk to Michael, losing no time before slapping him right on the face, the loud noise of your wet hand colliding to his cheek startling some of your friends. “Asshole!” You yell before storming away, embarrassed, still struggling to catch your breath, feeling cold thanks to your soaked clothes.

“Hey.” Someone calls, but you ignore them, walking fast into the house. “(Y/N).” Your arm being grabbed makes you stop walking and turn around, ready to make hell rain on whoever it is, but your fury melts away when you see Billy. “Are you ok?”

Taking a deep breath, you relax a little, nodding. “Yeah, I just... Got scared.” He lets go of your arm, but you don't step away, looking into his blue, calming eyes. “Thank you, though. You saved my life.”

“Can't believe he threw you at the water like that.”

“See why I need you to take me to that stupid party?” Crossing your arms, you pace around. “I can't even begin to imagine how it'd be to spend the night with that prick.” Looking down, you notice how you and Billy are dripping, soaking the white floor. “I gotta go change, and you should... I don't know. At least you got to enjoy the pool for a while.”

“I'd rather enjoy it when you're not drowning.”

“Yeah, that would be better.” Shyly smiling, you give a step backwards. “I gotta go... But thanks again.” Stopping in your tracks, you decide to be just a little brave. Stepping closer, you tiptoe to place a quick kiss on Billy's cheek, before turning around and rushing upstairs to your bedroom.

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a-simp-20 · 3 years ago

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"FAMILY??" [DORI SAKURADA FAN FIC]

Pt.1 Pt.11 Pt.111

Pt.1v [wip]

[AIB Cast Masterlist]

Summary: Ila,Ace and Chloe discover's that Dori's Characters are in their universe,but not only those 3 will know..but the other's will know too..soon enough

Warning!: none

Genre: Crack

ENJOY THE STORY

Everyone stood silently there in the middle of the room,Dori and Ila went to the couch to sit down. Dori gesturing his Character's to si down too,Dori wad sitting right beside all of his Character's while Ila,Chloe and Ace were in front of them all. Chloe's eyes we're focused on Niragi and Suguru, she tried to hold back a smile that was forming on her face.

She was smiling all because of her favorite character existing in her universe,every fan would react just like her..except for Ace,her curiosity got the best of her as she examined all of Dori's character's is curiosity. Ila being herself didn't say a word,she is right now too focused on thinking on how Dori's Character's get into their universe.

"Okay now,how can I explain this to the three of you?" Dori said,clapping his hands while getting up from his seat "Oh!,I know how..so..ano...yesterday I came home from work and well..got inside my house to see these dudes here" Dori said,gesturing to the 6 of his character's.

"Just like that?,you didn't questioned them on how they all got here?" Ila asked,arching a brow"Well I did,and they were all the same. They said they fell asleep and just ended up in my house" Dori said,going back to the kitchen to grab the popcorn he made"So you guys just fell asleep?" Ace asked. All of them nodded eagerly at her "THAT IS SO COOL!" "I've Always want to meet you!" Chloe said excitedly pointing at Suguru and Niragi "well I would like it if you shut your trap!" "EEEEEEEEK!" She screeched almost passing out on the couch"gurl!,you Better calm down" Ila told her,while patting her shoulder"Oh come on Ila!,I know you're a Niragi Simp too!,you have to screech inside right?" Chloe said with a wide smile of excitement "well..i mean you're not wrong...BUT THATS NOT THE PROBLEM HERE" Ila said shutting everyone up"the problem is,is that why did they suddenly got to our universe?" She asked"true" Ace said crossing her arms against her chest.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves?,or do you guy's already know who we are??" Ryuichi said,while petting Fanta that is on his lap.

[AFTER EXPLAINING]

After the whole chaotic explaining to the three girls,they all decided to hang out with each other..for example!,Niragi trying to avoid Chloe AKA his number one fangirl by running around the living room for some reason.

Ryuichi,Suguru,Mugi and Ace are in the backyard playing with Fanta,teaching Fanta Some tricks that the four know that dogs do. They even tried to train Fanta on trying steal Niragis rifle so that the four of them could bury it somewhere in the backyard as a prank...even though they are going to get killed after they got caught.

Fukami trying to flirt with Ila on the couch,as she watches the man's hand getting closer to her cheek,she panicked so she grabbed the nearest object that she could grab,and that object is Fanta as she held Fanta in front of Fukami's face as Fanta looked at him cutely and proceeded to lick Fukami on the face multiple times,which made Fukami scrunch up his nose in annoyance as Ila just wheezes in the background at Fukami's change of emotions.

Dori smiles at the whole scene as he was in the kitchen making sandwiches for everyone.Fukami came in the kitchen, turning on the tap and rubbing his face with water all because of Fanta's slobber on his face. Dori just chuckled as Fukami looked at him squinting his eyes a bit annoyed "And what are you laughing about?" Fukami asked him "Nothing,nothing!..it's just that try not to flirt with her,she's Islam and in Islam you shall not date but instantly get married with the one that you love the most" Dori said with a soft smile "Wait..so that means will she accept if i propose to her-" "No!,no she will not Fukami. She already showed on how she doesn't like you and that she is completely uncomfortable on watching your drama" Dori said,putting the sandwiches on a metal tray while grabbing one to only shove it inside Fukami's mouth to shut him up "Have fun eating Fukami kun!" Dori said grabbing the tray and walking out of the kitchen.

"Hey guys!,I made sandwiches!. Come and get em!" Dori sat the tray down onto the coffee table of the living room,grabbing one sandwich for himself. Ila grabbing one,when she was about to bite it she noticed a piece of meat in there "Is this halal meat or did you buy it from the supermarket?" She asked Dori "Don't worry,I bought the meat from the halal mini market that you always go to,so you can eat it" Dori replies,she shrugs and bit on the sandwich.

When Niragi was going to bite on his sandwich, Fanta quickly took it out of his hand and ran away to his dog bowl to eat it "Oi!,I already gave you food!" Niragi said as he chases Fanta around the living room. Everyone laughed at the scene as they all sit on the living room couches and decided to watch a movie together.

[TIME SKIP]

The three girls said their good bye after the movie ended, Dori closing the door as they left.

The next day,Dori already signed Suguru,Mugi and Ryuichi into their schools. Suguru explains to Dori that,that he forgot the he was a highschooler,Dori didn't believed him at first until he told Dori tye things that he learned from his school. Right now Dori is in his car with the three of them plus Taketo in there too,when the three of them first saw the principal of the school,they though that the principal will question on why Dori's so called Son's look exactly the same like on of his characters from his drama's..but surprisingly,the principal didn't asked at all. So all its left to do is to drop off the three of them at their school "Okay,we're here. You three behave..Especially YOU yous mister" Dori said,looking at Mugi from through the mirror "psh! What about me?" "Do not be H#rny to girls,just do whatever a normal high schooler would do,you got that?..or do you want to be suspended,because this is the only school that is a bit far away from the house" Dori explains "Okay okay!,I'll try my be-" "There is no trying Mugi,I want you to just be normal..ONCE!,I'm going to kick you out of the house if you ever touch any girls in this school" "Fine!" Mugi said crossing his arms. Taketo smiling at him "C'mon Mugi kun,you can do it!. And make sure you get straight A's!" Taketo said Patting Mugi's back,him still holding his broken electric guitar "Can we get out now?" Suguru asked,looking at Dori from the passenger seat "Yes you may,just keep an eye on Mugi here" Dori said,looking Mugi then to Ryuichi "We will!" Ryuichi chimes as the three of them got out of the car,leaving only Dori and Taketo in there.

"So,where are we going?" Taketo asked Dori "We're going to my work place where I'm going to shoot as Niragi and Suguru" Dori explains as he starts up the car again "And? Why are you bringing me?" "Because,remember that I told you I have a friend of mine that's in a band?,yeah that. He said that he needs one more guitarist in his band" Dori say's again as he drove off from the school. Fukami and Niragi found their usual jobs,Niragi as a game engineer and Fukami works at a Café and a partpart time professor at a college,than unfortunately..Ila was in.

Fukami begged to Dori that he wanted to be a part time professor in that college,Dori was confused until he realized that Ila and her other friends were in that college. He knew that Fukami liked Ila,since the other day Fukami was flirting at her,resulting a slobbery lick from Fanta after that. Back again,Dori parks the car at the parking lot of the studio as he and Taketo got out of the car,walking towards the studio "So who's this friend of yours Dori kun?" Fukami asked as he clutched on his broken guitar more "You'll see" Dori responded "What if people would question on why I look like you,or maybe they watched my movie?" "Well,most of them Watched Even" "Whaaaat!?,that's the title of my movie!?,pff- Lameee~" Taketo whined as they both got in front of the studio's door "Okay..you ready Takehito?" Dori asked looking at him "Yup!,ready as I can be!,can't wait to see my new teacher!" Taketo chirps as they got in the studio.

They got in the studio to be met with stares and whispers,Dori noticed this and so does Taketo,the only one that is nervous between the both of them is Dori,while Taketo just greets at people with his sweet and playful smile. Dori gets annoyed by this and grabs Taketo's wrist,dragging him through the halls of the studio to the main one.

They got in the main studio to be met with then one and only Director Shinsuke Sato "Dori!- what the who's this-" "I can explain later,can you gather everyone so that I can like..explain??" Shinsuke nodded as he called everyone to gather around Dori.

[HOW MANY MINUTES LATER]

After explaining,everyone understood and started chatting with Taketo being friends with him. Dori just sigh's and sit's on a nearby chair as he looks at Taketo from a far "So..why is he carrying a broken guitar?" Dori looks at Nobuaki who asked him,Dori was already in his Niragi costume While Nobuaki is already in his Hatter costume that had fake blood on bus chest..a hole to be specific..a fake one "Well,he's a band leader. He plays the electric Guitar,it's broken because he threw it by accident because he couldn't controll his anger" Dori explains to Nobuaki "I see he has some pride In him..but ok guess he's just frustrated and and went back to his normal giddy happy self" Nobuaki said sitting besides Dori "Hey Nobu do you remember that you told me that you needed another guitarist in your band?..well Taketo here..is the perfect person to be in your band"

Sorry for the shooty ending...i'm tired right now and I'm trying to find some fluffy Niragi fics..i really want a pre broderlnad Niragi fic right now,but I can't seem to find one.

Can you guys like recommend me some fluffy Niragi fics? Thanks and love all of you :3.

#alice in borderland #sakurada dori #dori sakurada #niragi suguru #suguru niragi #fukami hiroto #mugi #ryuichi #taketo #Even #coffe and vanilla #aib #Koe koi #scums wish

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