#but i think the popsicle sticks should be able to hold the weight | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

seiijohhh · 3 years ago

Text

the slow demise [2/?]

summary: He’d found you coated in blood, surrounded by death, and decided then and there, you were perfect. pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!gojo!reader a/n: this has been reposted from my original account @justauthoring - so, if you recognize it, that’s why. im also tagging those who originally requested to be tagged in it, so they know where to find future parts. tags: @thatprofessionalfangirl - @sugarandsoft - @honeyy-honeyy-sweets - @strawberryflavoredjeans - @flowersbloominthedark - @juliajempire - @princess-bumblebee - @sageandberries-png - @yue-caelum - @a–nonymousse - @aryksworld - @godsentkita - @kat-su-ki

part one - part two - part three - part four

“How is there only four first years? Isn’t that too few?”

“Well, have you ever met anyone who can see curses before?”

Pausing in thought, the tip of Itadori’s popsicle remains in his mouth, before he tips it towards Fushiguro; “nope.”

“That just proves how small a minority jujutsu sorcerers are.”

Leaning against the railing beside Itadori, you glance away from him and Megumi, taking a moment to gather your surroundings. Gojo has left waiting here for quite a while, and honestly, you were getting bored.

“Also,” Itadori speaks up, pulling your attention back on him. “Didn’t you say I was the fourth?”

“Their entry was decided a while ago.” Fushiguro explains, nonchalant as ever, “you know what our school is like. Everyone has unique circumstances.”

Leaning towards Itadori with a mischievous grin, you hold your hand up to give the impression of telling a secret but don’t bother to lower your voice. “They were trying to find a replacement for me,” you grin, bright eyed at the dull look Fushiguro sends you.

“You were the one who said you’d never been apart of our school in the first place,” he quirks a brow, “how could we replace you, then?”

Blinking at his quip, you’re mainly surprised he’s able to come up with one.

“Moo,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “No fun.”

“Sorry for the wait.”

Blinking at the new voice, your straighten out at the sight of Gojo waving at the three of you. He makes his way steadily over, before pausing, head tilting in curiosity, lips parting; “oh? Your uniforms made it in time, I see.” Then, his eyes drift to you, meeting your gaze. “Though, I’ve had yours waiting in my closet for a while.”

Glancing down at your uniform, you pull at the jacket, eyeing it curiously. The outfit was the same colour as Gojo’s and Fushiguro’s, as expected, a deep, dark purple. Yours was slightly different then your male counterparts however, and you’d found a pair of tight fitting dress pants, a white button up, and a cropped jacket with a high collar at your door this morning.

“Yeah,” Itadori grins, sending him a thumbs up. “It’s a perfect fit. Though it’s slightly different from Fushiguro’s,” he pulls at the material, “it has a hood, for one.”

“That’s because the uniforms can be customized upon request.”

“Huh? But I never put in any requests.”

With a sigh, you cross your arms over your chest, nudging Itadori lightly; “that’s because he did.” And when he turns to look at you, you shrug. “I didn’t put in a request for mine either. Though, I’m pleasantly surprised that mine came with pants.”

Utterly and entirely too proud of himself, Gojo grins at you brightly, sending you a thumbs up; “I thought you’d appreciate not having a skirt.”

And honestly, you can’t argue with that.

“Whatever, I guess,” Itadori shrugs.

“Be careful,” Fushiguro calls out, “Gojo-sensei has a tendency to do things like that.”

“More importantly,” you speak up, raising your head as you poke your head out. “Why are we meeting up in Harajuku?” Just as you finish speaking, Itadori moves to a stand beside you, pulling your eyes on him briefly before blinking back over at Gojo.

“Because it’s what she asked for.”

“Hey!” Jumping at the sudden pike of excitement in Itadori’s voice, you turn to him as he grins excitedly at you. “Popcorn! I want some!” Without any real warning, he grabs you by the wrist, grip gentle but firm, and pulls you along, whilst you stutter in surprise.

“H-Hey! I never said I wanted some–!”

–

“Um… P-Pardon me?”

It takes you half a second to realize that the older man stood in front of you, is talking to you. His lips are curved into a hopeful, somewhat hesitant smile, eyes crinkling at the corners as he regards you. “Are you on the clock right now?”

Your lips part, surprised flooding your features. You take a glance back at Itadori, Fushiguro and embarrassingly enough, Gojo, stood a little ways back from you as they watch on with varying expressions of interests. Itadori just looks curious, maybe even a little lost (and honestly, it’s a little endearing), Fushiguro seems rather annoyed and Gojo? Well, you have no idea.

Despite knowing the man for so many years now, you still can’t really gauge what half of his mischievous looks are about.

“Uh, no, I’m not,” you answer, turning back to the man, before raising your hand with a soft shake of your head. “But I’m not–”

“You see,” he cuts in, plainly ignoring what you’d had to say. So much for being hesitant. “I’m looking for potential models.” You take a quick glance at yourself – what about you currently screams model right now? “This is who I am,” he continues, thrusting a card in your face. “Would you be interested?”

You miss the pair of keen and careful eyes that watch you.

“Sorry,” you bow gently, feeling suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. “I’m not really interested–”

“Oh! Just hear me out–!”

“Hey, you.”

A new voice calls, and your eyes land on a hand that’s latched itself to the man’s shoulders before glancing upwards. You’re surprised to see a girl, your age, in a similar school uniform to your own, instead hers consists of a pencil skirt.

The man turns to her with a startle.

“What about me?”

You blink at her boldness, unable to stop the grin that grows on your face.

“For the modeling gig, dug,” she continues, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m asking what you think about me.”

“Oh, um! I’m in a hurry at the moment!” He offers a small smile, a nod your way, before moving to walk off.

She doesn’t let him off that easily.

Tugging him back by the collar of his jacket, she growls; “don’t run from me! Come out and say it!”

“Please, I’m sorry!”

“Um,” stepping forward, you try to placate the girl in letting the man go, offering a nervous smile. “Maybe you should–”

“Hey!”

Sighing in relief at Gojo’s voice, you move to rush over to him and the boys, falling next to Itadori, and spinning to face the girl with a grin.

“Okay, once again.”

Gojo gestures to the new student, and with ease, she moves to introduce herself. “Kugisaki Nobara,” she introduces herself, hand on her hip. “Be happy, boys. There’s now two girls in your group.”

Head tilting, you let out a laugh at the expressions on Itadori’s and Fushiguro’s faces.

A moment of silence passes, Nobara simply just stares at the three of you, though you notice her eyes are solely on Itadori and Fushiguro.

“I’m Itadori Yuji,” Itadori grins, leaning forward as he gestures to himself. “I’m from Sendai.”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

She stares. Then, huffing: “I always get stuck with unfortunate circumstances.”

“She took one look and sighed,” Itadori deadpans.

“Well,” moving so you’re slightly in front of Itadori, you grin brightly at Nobara. You don’t have many friends, and even less of them are female, so you’re hoping that she won’t have the same reaction towards you. Especially with what happened earlier. “I’m Y/N Gojo, yes, as in Gojo-sensei,” you thumb at Gojo, “but we’re not related by blood, I only took his name–”

“–Hey, how come you didn’t tell me that right away!”

Sticking your hand out, you meet her eyes; “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She stares, and you feel your chest tighten in worry. But then, her eyes are brightening and the brightest (and maybe only) smile you’ve seen on the girl since meeting her curls onto her lips as she eagerly takes your hand. “I’m relieved to not be the only girl!”

And it’s like a weight of your shoulder.

“Hey!” Itadori calls, pouting, “how come you don’t like me!”

“Are we going somewhere?” Fushiguro cuts in, clearly tired of the conversation.

Gojo lets out a mischievous laugh; “we do have all four of you together.” He nods to himself. “Not to mention, two of you are from the countryside. So, of course we’re going on a tour of Tokyo!”

Almost immediately, as if on cue, Nobara, Itadori and Gojo all jump together, bright grins and sparkling eyes as they chant; “Tokyo! Tokyo! Tokyo!” Before, Nobara and Itadori move to stand beside each other, hands clasped with sparkling delight. “We love Tokyo.”

Shoving your hands into your pockets, you watch on with a tilt of your head.

“TDL!” Nobara cries, Itadori latching onto Gojo; “I want to go to TDL!”

“Idiot!” Itadori turns to her, “TDL’s in Chiba! Let’s go to Chinatown, Sensei!”

“Chinatown’s in Yokohama!”

“Yokohama’s part of Tokyo! Don’t you know that? Look at a map!”

Nudging Fushiguro lightly, you turn to whisper to him; “he’s not taking them on a tour, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Fushiguro nods, watching the two with disdain on his face. “Without a doubt.”

“I will now announce our destination,” Gojo calls, silencing Itadori and Nobara almost instantly.

“Roppongi!”

Turning to each other, you swear you actually see stars in their eyes; “Roppongi?!”

“I almost feel bad,” you mumble, unable to tear your eyes away.

“Don’t,” Fushiguro mumbles, “they’re idiots.”

Staring you at the building that looks quite frankly haunted, you bite your lips.

“There’s a curse here.”

“You liar!”

“You were toying with us country folk!”

With an everlasting grin on his face, Gojo adds; “there’s a bit cemetery nearby. The double whammy of that and an abandoned building brought out a curse.”

With a pat on the back of sympathy for Nobara, who continues to grovel in disappointment, clearly pissed off, you listen in as Itadori speaks up – surprisingly, he doesn’t seem all that upset about the whole lying thing anymore.

“So they really do pop up more often around graves?”

“The issues isn’t the cemetery itself,” Fushiguro explains, “it’s the fact that people associate cemeteries with fear.”

“Oh,” his eyes brighten in understanding. “It was the same for schools, too, wasn’t it?”

“Hold up!” Nobara calls, finally straightening out, “he didn’t even know that yet?”

Scratching at your chin, you let out a nervous laugh; “well…”

“He swallowed a special-grade cursed object?!” She all but screeches as you explain, instantly creating a distance between her and Itadori, disgust clear on her facial expression. “Gross! Unbelievable! That’s so unsanitary and disgusting! No way, no way, no way!”

“What?”

“I agree with her.” Fushiguro cuts in.

“Y/L/N!”

You bite your lips as his eyes fall on you, clasping your hands behind your back while you rock on the heels of your feet nervously. “Um…” You start, voice drifting, “it was kinda disgusting.”

“What?!”

“I want to know what all of you are capable of,” Gojo cuts in, hands in his pockets as he regards the abandoned building. “Just think of this as a field test. Nobara, Yuji, you two go exorcise the curse inside that building.”

Brows furrowing, you turn to Gojo. Why was he..?

“Huh?” Itadori mumbles, “but I thought only curses could exorcise curses, right? I can’t use any jujutsu yet.”

Gojo turns to Itadori; “you’re basically half a curse already,” he reminds. “There’s cursed energy flowing throughout your body. Though controlling that energy isn’t something you can learn overnight, so use this.” Your eyes widen at the familiar looking weapon, if you remembered correctly that belonged to a second year. “It’s the cursed tool, Slaughter Demon. It’s a weapon imbued with cursed energy. It’ll work on curses, too.”

Pulling the cover off the weapon, Itadori eyes it gleaning eyes.

“Lame,” Nobara scoffs, pulling your attention on her as she moves towards the building, pulling a pouncing around the belt hoops of her skirt.

Itadori moves to follow her.

“Oh, one more thing,” Gojo calls, “don’t let Sukuna out. If you use him, you’ll get rid of all the curses nearby in a flash, but you’ll also drag everyone around into it.”

“Got it!” Itadori grins, sending Gojo a thumbs up, “I won’t let Sukuna out.”

“Hurry up now!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Go on, now!”

“Man, I finally join the school like you’ve always wanted me to, and you kick me out of my first official mission.”

Letting out a laugh, Gojo sits down beside Fushiguro as you frown down at him. Leaning back, he glances up at you; “sorry,” he grins.

“I still think I should go, though,” you mumble, glancing back in the direction of the building, eyeing it with worry. Biting your lip, you frown; “I mean, Itadori’s still new and everything. And Nobara’s never been in the city…”

There’s an echo of silence, before Fushiguro adds; “I think I’ll go too.”

“Don’t push yourself,” Gojo calls, “either of you. You’re still recovering.”

Huffing, you nudge Fushiguro’s foot lightly, signaling him to scoot over which he does without complain. Falling into seat beside him, your shoulder lightly touches his own, an action that completely misses you, but Fushiguro however does not. And fighting back the faint blush that threatens to grow on his cheeks, Fushiguro distracts himself by turning back to Gojo.

“Y/N’s right,” he mumbles, “someone should keep an eye on them, especially Itadori.”

“True,” Gojo nods, “but the one we’re testing this time is Nobara.”

Complying, you let out a sigh, leaning back on the palms of your hands, tilting your head up to glance at the curse practically oozing from the building.

As you do, you miss the way Fushiguro keeps eyeing you.

“That Yuji…he’s missing a few up here,” he taps his head for emphasis. “He has no hesitation when it comes to killing these things that take the form of living creatures, albeit bizarre-looking ones, to try to kill him. And it’s not like he’s been familiar with curses for a long time, like the both of you.”

You glance at Gojo, meeting his already awaiting gaze.

“They won’t leave me alone!”

“Yes, darling, but… but you’re scaring me… you’re scaring us!”

Shaking your head, a wave of heat rolls off of you, almost pulsating, and it causes those around you to flinch in fear, pushing away from you. You don’t understand, no one will listen to you – they don’t understand. They won’t understand…

You’re not trying to scare them.

“Mama, please, just–”

She holds a hand to you, stopping you from approaching – it feels like your heart might just break.

“Papa,” you turn, swiftly, desperately, but he looks at you with those same eyes. Those same fearful, disgusted eyes and you can feel the tears welling, your sight blurring. “P-Please…” You cry.

“You have to stay away, Y/N. It’s not safe for us.”

“I’m not safe!”

The words leave your voice in a screech, and you hate the way everyone backs away. This is your family, your mother and father, and your older brother and they’re all avoiding you because they’re afraid of you. They won’t listen to reason. It’s not your fault, you’re not trying to scare them – you’re scared…

You’re terrified.

But they don’t care.

“They won’t leave me! They just follow me! I’m not… please, listen to me! Mama, papa, onii-chan!”

It’s useless. They won’t listen.

They’re too scared.

You feel your heart swelling, anger flooding your senses, and the only thing in your head is; they need to understand.

In a second there’s screams. Your eyes snap open to find red, just… red. There’s so much of it, the smell of it floods your senses and makes you feel sick. The monsters that haunt your dreams, that never leave you no matter how hard you try to make them, fly past you in blurs; the red coats them.

The screams never leave your mind.

They never will.

And in the sea of red, amidst your own sobbing, you see a glow of white, and it shines so brightly you think;

that must be my saviour.

The one you’ve been waiting for.

“Yo!”

He pulls his blindfold back, and the sea of blue you see is just so beautiful, your young heart soars.

“So little to be covered in so much blood.”

“–This is a boy who used to live a normal high school life.”

Blinking at the sound of Gojo’s voice, you’re pulled from your thoughts with a startle. Ignoring the pang in your chest and the way it sits uncomfortably heavy, you ignore the sidewise glance Fushiguro sends you, placing your focus back on what Gojo has to say.

“You’ve both seen plenty of jujutsu sorcerers, even those with talent, give up in frustration because they couldn’t conquer their fear or disgust, haven’t you?”

You glance at Fushiguro, and the answer is obvious.

“So today I want to confirm how crazy she is.”

“But Kugisaki has experience, right? Little late for that now, isn’t it?”

“Curses are born from human minds,” Gojo reminds, “so their strength and numbers grow in proportion to the population. Meaning…”

“Is Nobara aware that curses in Tokyo are on a different level than those in the countryside,” you finish with a nod, leaning forward to eye Gojo. Honestly, despite being an annoyance most of the time, Gojo was good at bringing the best out of his students – so you shouldn’t be all that surprised by his tendency to search for the best either.

Still, it shocks you.

“And when I say ‘level’, I don’t just mean the amount of cursed energy they have,” Gojo continues, “it’s their cunning. Monsters that have gained wisdom often force cruel choices upon you…–”

“It’s just a kid… right?”

“–with the weight of human lives in the balance.”

Gojo’s words hang in the air, and, with a frown, you glance over at Fushiguro, only for his eyes to already be on your own.

Without having to ask, you already know why.

“Megumi–”

You’re cut off by the sound of glass breaking, your eyes snapping up towards the building, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of a curse.

Fushiguro shifts beside you; “I’ll exorcise it.”

“Hold on.” Gojo halts,

And Fushiguro almost looks appalled, stood, waiting, a second later you feel the same – only for spikes to appear through the curses body, it’s eyes bulging, and in the next second for it to simply dissolve.

“Nice,” Gojo grins, and honestly, you have to agree. That was impressive.

“She’s crazy, all right.”

“I live over there! Thanks again!”

You watch the kid Itadori and Nobara had rescued for a moment longer, even as Fushiguro and Gojo move to walk off. Peeking your head around the corner, a fond, soft smile curls onto your lips at the mother who opens the door. Obviously relieved that he sons okay, she doesn’t waste another second quickly wrapping the small boy up in her arms and practically pulling him off his feet.

You can’t remember the last time you’d felt a mother’s love.

“Y/N?”

Blinking at the sound of Fushiguro’s voice, you turn around, eyes wide at having gotten lost in your own thoughts.

“You coming?” Shoving a hand in his pocket, he tilts his head curiously at you.

“Yup!” You call, popping the ‘p’ as you push back your thoughts. Running to catch up to him, you fall in step with him, bumping his shoulder lightly with a grin to which he turns away, a light dust coating his cheeks, causing you to giggle. He was too easy to tease.

“Good Joseph!” Gojo calls to Itadori and Nobara, who decided to wait on some steps. “We made sure the kid got home.”

Almost instantly, the two stand.

“Now, shall we go grab some food?”

“Steak!” Itadori cries.

“Sushi!” Noabara follows.

With two thumbs up, Gojo grins; “leave it all to me! And, you two?”

You glance over at Fushiguro, rolling your eyes when you notice he’s on his phone, not paying attention. Shrugging, you decide to join in on the fun, pumping your first in the air; “you can’t forget about desert!”

“Of course not!”

“Y/N!” Itadori leans towards you, and you blink at the tears in his eyes.

“You finally understand!” Your eyes widen when Nobara follows him, leaning towards you with an almost proud look.

Tilting your head, your lips part; “huh?”

“Last call, Megumi!”

He continues to ignore Gojo.

“He’s just cranky he didn’t get to do anything today,” you whisper to Itadori and Nobara, giggling when he sends you a glare.

“Well,” Gojo says, voice sickly sweet, “let’s go.” And he simply tugs the three of you along, ignoring Fushiguro, who almost immediately perks up when he notices he’s being left behind.

You let out a laugh as he rushes to join.

“Oh,” Nobara calls, “I forgot about my biggest haul today. You,” she sharply points at Itadori, “go fetch my things.”

“Huh? Why should I do it? I thought we were even.”

“We won thanks to my cursed energy. Got a problem with that?”

“What about my raw strength?”

“Your monstrous power from eating weird shit?”

“It’s not just that,” Itadori cries, “right, Fushiguro, Y/N?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” you snort.

He just pouts. “Fushiguro?”

There’s no response.

“Huh? What’s the matter, Fushiguro?”

“Nothing–”

“Y/N said it right,” Gojo laughs, “he’s pouting because he didn’t get to join in.”

Letting out a laugh, you nod; “totally is!”

“Puh, puh,” Nobara giggles, a hand to her mouth, “what a child.”

Megumi lets out a grunt, hiding his face behind his collar as the rest of you collectively let out a laugh. And as you share in the moment, glancing around, you’re starting to forget why you were so adamant on spending life alone.

86 notes · View notes

tainted-wine · 5 years ago

Text

Just a Demonstration

Present Mic x Reader (NSFW)

(Honestly, I just wanted to write Hizashi with some bi energy. I apologize for the other 90% of this small fic)

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: More slang words for ‘penis’ than you can shake a dick stick at. Reader’s thirst levels are highly advanced.

———————————————–

Hizashi’s cock was a sacred rod that deserved to be worshiped for every minute of the day. The very sight of it never fails to make your pussy pulse as rapidly as your excited heartbeat. It didn’t even matter whether he was still tucked in beneath the wrinkles of his foreskin, or if he was already proudly hanging and swinging about—that meaty sausage should always be ready for the market that is your mouth.

So the moment you saw him strut out of the shower and make the mistake of displaying his bare crotch, you knew that you only had one option: cancel your hangout with your dear friend and charm this man’s snake. Your friend was thankfully understanding through her texts.

BFF: Hey gurl! Ready for our shopping trip at the plaza?

You: Sorry, but I won’t be able to go today. I need to suck my boyfriend’s dick for a really long time.

BFF: Alright, that’s ok. See ya!

Hizashi was stammering in confusion when you forcefully guided him onto the bed, shushing him with a finger over his lips once he was on his back. You immediately went to work by kissing the fresh and clean member, coaxing its head to slowly peek out from the slow strokes of your hand. The downside to blowing him right after a shower was that his distinctive musky scent was mostly absent, but you’ll survive without it.

The voice hero watched you with a nervous smile, his body still damp since you didn’t even give him a chance to properly dry off. “Baby, I ain’t complaining, but your undying love for my dick kinda scares me sometimes,” he admitted.

You just looked up at him with a small grin of your own, hand continuing to jerk him. Scared or not, his growing length betrayed his arousal. Besides, it wasn’t your fault that his throbber was a specimen of perfection.

Your tongue moves smoothly across the skin, his veins becoming more prominent with every hardening twitch. So badly did you just want to take it all and suck him up right away, but this precious shaft should be cherished like a gourmet popsicle, not wolfed down like an unsavory snack. You went down to give firm licks to the sensitive space between his cock and balls, earning a shaky moan from the man. You make out with that small area as your hand lubricates him with his own gushes of precum.

“Fuck, baby. I wasn’t ready for you to go to town on me like this,” you hear him groan.

‘And I wasn’t ready for you to present your cock like it’s fuckin’ Christmas. I guess we’re both getting surprises today.’ Your answer doesn’t leave your head, your mouth too busy for silly quips at the moment. With his dick now standing proudly at its full height, you journey back to the top with a long lick, giving his swollen tip a modest peck.

You couldn’t wait any longer. This premium meat deserved more care and attention, but you felt like a starving barbarian with little time to spare.

You felt his thighs tense under your palm when you begin to take him in. Inch by inch he disappears behind your lips, the weight of him on your tongue prompting you to press your thighs together from the growing heat in your core. Hizashi never holds back his moans, always expressing his pleasure and approval with no shame. You listen to the loud yet pleasing vocals as you welcome more of him into your mouth.

Yes…this is where you belong. This is where you were happiest: giving his divine dangler free real estate in your mouth, like a humid cave that also served as a shrine. Every centimeter should be taken into your warm cavern, to use your tongue as a damp bed…

A gag and coughing fit are triggered by the sting of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You’re forced to pull away as your body convulses, feeling a soothing hand rubbing circles on your back while your coughs slow down.

Dammit…goddammit. Why must your sensitive throat fail you each time?

“Easy there, baby. Don’t hurt yourself,” you heard Hizashi comfort you as you held your face in shame and frustration.

“I just…” You sobbed. “I just want your dick down my throat.”

“I know, sweetie. No one is as dedicated to playing the flesh flute as you are,” he laughed.

You were very dedicated, but deepthroating was a method of willy worship that you just couldn’t master, and it enraged you. Tears were streaming down your face before you could even think of stopping them.

“Hey hey!” Hizashi panicked and wiped your tears with a careful thumb. “Don’t stress! Trust me, I love everything your mouth does, if my hard buddy here is anything to go by.”

You turned away from his gentle hand. “You don’t understand, Hizashi! You don’t understand the pressure that your 5-star schlong puts me under! The lengths I have to go to give it the proper treatment!” You cried harder from the mental weight given by his statuesque piece of phallic beauty.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well, I guess not. Didn’t know my junk was putting you through so much pressure.” He glanced down at his shrinking erection. Fuck, look what you’ve done—all you did was waste the mighty one-eyed serpent’s time, and now it was retreating back into its fleshy sanctum. Shame on you.

But the blonde wasn’t done. “If it’ll perk you up, maybe I can help you out? Ya know, a couple of tips from one mouth-meister to another?”

You sniffed and looked up at him in confusion, his sweet smile still bright and clear through your watery eyes. “You…?”

“What, did you forget who I am, baby? I’m a licensed professional in handling the love pistol! I’ll teach you everything you need to know about gobblin’ like it’s Thanksgiving!”

You agreed to his help and watched him search through your shared drawers until he found your private toy. A dildo—splendidly crafted by sculptors who clearly take pride in their work—but you’ve had little need for it lately. Ever since this man came into your life, you’ve realized just how much of an imposter that piece of silicone is, and it was hard to feel any pleasure now that you know of its lies.

Still, you pushed aside your bitter memories as Hizashi settled back down on the bed with your dildo in hand.

He began his lecture. “I know dick is awesome and you wanna get that baby in your mouth right away, but you gotta take it slow, alright? Especially with a tonsil tickler like this one! Keep that throat relaxed and one day you’ll be gag reflex-free like me!”

He goes on. Your frustration is still strong as you try to listen to his advice, but those woeful feelings fizzed out the moment the toy’s head slipped past Hizashi’s lips. His eyes drift close while the shaft smoothly moves into his mouth, his breaths audibly blowing through his nose. Your old companion is a pretty long boy—eight inches long—but Hizashi was taking it easily and calmly, and his bulging throat was possibly the second most enticing thing to look at, topped only by the returning stiffy between his legs.

With a satisfied moan, the entirety of the length rested in his gullet, the textured balls acting like a cork to his lips.

What a fucking sight to behold, one that makes you gush from below.

He pulls the cock out just as slowly, the fake flesh glistening with his saliva. Once it was only the tip still sitting behind his lips, he pushed it all back in. Rinse and repeat, with a slowly increasing pace. You watched in awe at the skill you imagined having in your dreams, the ones where you stuff your windpipe with his firm lovetube without the worry of any limitations.

The wet sloshes and glugs sound ridiculously lewd, and he only adds to the vulgar medley with his deep moans. It’s when his free hand moves to start stroking himself that you begin to wonder if he forgot that you were here.

There’s no way you’re going to make him pleasure himself in your presence. You move his hand aside and apply your softer ones to his twitching manhood, moving at the same pace that he left off. Hizashi gave a loud moan of gratitude as he continued his enthusiastic sucking. You wanted so badly to put your own mouth to work, to put his advice to the test, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the erotic spectacle. It was insane; you didn’t think that anything could possibly distract you from his divine cockcalibur, but here you were discovering something more amazing than even that.

It should have been obvious, really. His mouth and golden tongue have sent you to heights you never would have reached on your own, whether it be from tangling with your own pink muscle, tasting every inch of your skin, or gorging himself on your womanly juices. Of course he also knew how to take a dick with skill that would make a pornstar green with envy.

You feel him tensing again. He’s getting close, and his noises were only getting louder and dirtier. You tried to match the speed of your pumps with the ones in his mouth, cocking his cum gun in preparation for the incoming eruption. The hero’s pleasure has you too excited; your other fingers begin to rub frantic circles around your clit.

Your sharp breaths join his moans as you work to bring both of you to your climaxes. For you, it’s the drool leaking down his chin that does you in. For him, it’s your dreamy wails of pleasure and the tightened grip on his cock.

The two of you tremble from your intense orgasms, Hizashi plunging the dildo balls deep into his throat again, as if it had its own seed to release into his body. Hot waves of bliss wash over you while Hizashi’s essence spurts onto your hand.

The sex toy is yanked out of his mouth with a loud raunchy sound that was both a moan and a choked gasp, several strands of saliva connecting his lips to the ends of the lucky pleasuring device. Strong shoulders lifted with each heavy breath as he regained his focus and turned to you.

“Fuck, I miss that,” he rasped while wiping at his mouth.

You answered with a shaky breath, watching him lick his reddened lips. “You’re…you’re amazing at that.”

He gave a laugh that devolved into a cough. Sounds like the rough deepthroating didn’t leave him as unscathed as he was letting on. “Thanks, babe. Sorry that I got a little lost in the moment. Just realized how long it’s been since someone’s gone wild with my mouth.”

Even after cumming, your face heats up at his comment. You couldn’t exactly provide him with that, not without a wanky wanger wienerschnitzel of your own.

“Say, you ever considered a strap-on, sweetheart?”

Oh?

“I’m just sayin’, the reason I was so into it...” He leans in to give you a wet kiss before moving right next to your ear. “...is because I was imagining it was you fucking my face.”

Your insatiable pussy throbs again as you smile.

Perhaps Hizashi’s cock isn’t the most blessed part of his body.

#bnha #present mic #smut #yamada hizashi #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader

221 notes · View notes

excusemin · 4 years ago

Text

New Recipe - KSJ

-Part One of Quarantine with Bangtan

Pairing: Seokjin x female reader

Rating: PG

Genre: Fluffy fluff with a pinch of crack

Warnings: Just a really soft Seokjin and one or two bad puns.

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Getting used to the idea of being home all day brings new ideas to Seokjin’s quick mind.

A/N: Needed the little kick of inspiration for this little mini series. Quarantine has made me feel so blue lately that I wanted to write something to ease my mind. I hope people will love this as much as I do. Huge thank you to everyone who helped me out with this. Remember to send in an ask if you’d like to be tagged in the following parts to Quarantine with Bangtan. Enjoy. 💜

Life was pretty fun and carefree until quarantine time came around. Many plans of going to explore the world and eat new things were immediately thrown down the gutter. That did not stop Seokjin from brightening up every single day for Y/n.

He once saw an idea off of the internet that included many date ideas written on popsicle sticks. Of course, things were limited but just because they were limited did not mean that they were not possible. During the first week of quarantine, it was full of cuddles and sweet "I love you's". It would be shown in forms of waking up early to cook breakfast for their dearest to falling asleep in the warm embrace of each other.

The morning sun shined into the little opening of their curtains, falling into Seokjin's face. Stirring out of his peaceful slumber, he felt a small weight on his bare chest. Letting his eyes adjust to the morning light, he took the time to look at his sleeping girlfriend that was covered by her bed hair. Softly bringing his hand to brush off the hair from her face, he cooed at the sight of her slightly parted lips. If she was not peacefully sleeping, he would have kissed her so many times. Although he wanted nothing more to wake Y/n up by placing soft kisses on her face, he let her sleep.

"How did I get so lucky?"

Not wanting to be bored at home, Seokjin decided he needed to bring that idea to life. If he needed to eat hundreds of popsicles to get to see his beloved happy, then he shall do that. Although he wanted nothing more to wake Y/n up by placing soft kisses on her face, he let her sleep. He softly rolled out of the bed and placed Y/n over his pillow. Carefully tucking her in, he placed a soft kiss on her temple.

After completing his morning routine, Seokjin returned back to their shared bedroom to find Y/n still sound asleep. He moved to the nightstand by his side of the bed and pulled out a notepad along with a pen to write a note. Once he finished writing the note, he placed it on his side of the bed where he knows she'll reach out to.

Racing out of their bedroom door, he quickly gathered his needed items.

Wallet?

Check!

Keys?

Check!

Phone?

Check!

Puzzled, he felt as if he was forgetting something. Scratching the top of his head as if he mentally dug through the list of must have's before stepping out the door. Pacing around in the kitchen, he tried to look for some form of realization of what he needed. He couldn't recall what it was he needed until he looked up forward at the refrigerator before him. Reading the beautiful writing of his girlfriend on the small whiteboard placed on the metal door, he chuckled realizing what that missing item was.

"Don't forget your mask silly!"

Seokjin felt his insides warm up thinking of the time Y/n scolded him for already stepping outside the door without the face mask. Y/n had playfully told him that she would write a reminder on the fridge if needed while hopping into the car for a grocery store run.

She sure did.

The ride to the grocery store was not long but it was indeed peaceful, passing by blooming jacaranda trees. The jacaranda flowers painting the lonely streets with a peaceful hue of purple. When he does these solo trips to the grocery store, he feels his heart sting in guilt knowing that Y/n's eyes get to miss the beauty that these trees have to offer. Without thinking twice, he immediately takes advantage of being at a red light and takes some pictures to show his girlfriend.

Once the light turns green again, he places his phone down and continues the small journey to his destination. Arriving at the store, he fixes the mask and gets out of his car, making sure his keys were still with him. Once he had that settled, he went straight to the ice cream section in search of those popsicle sticks. Luckily, he was able to find a small pack of twenty popsicle sticks. Since he was already there and had kept in mind that he might just have to sacrifice himself to eat popsicles for this little idea, he grabbed her favorite flavored popsicles. Also, taking advantage that he was already there, he grabbed the needed items for home and headed to the cashier.

Back at home, Y/n sleepily searches for the source of warmth that was no longer there. Her hand pats the bed to capture Seokjin's warmth on his side of the bed but was instead met with a cold empty spot. Slightly sitting up to rub the sleep out of her eyes, she feels a paper by her elbow.

Reaching out to grasp the piece of paper, she sees her boyfriend's writing on it.

"Good morning baby, I hope you were able to sleep well. If not, please go back to sleep princess. I stepped out for a small errand run. Do not worry about cooking breakfast, I'll wake you up with breakfast in bed. I love you. - Your absolutely handsome boyfriend! "

Chuckling at his note, she pressed the note to her chest and let her body fall onto the bed. Heart fluttering as she reads the note again, Y/n decides she would go back to sleep in hopes of Seokjin cuddling with her when he arrives. Hugging his pillow close to her body, she brought herself to sleep with the faint smell of his shampoo.

Arriving home, Seokjin placed everything near the sink, ready to clean them thoroughly. Once he decided everything was clean enough, including himself, he decided that he should start making an easy breakfast for the both of them. He decided to make a quick avocado toast with a cup of fruits and oatmeal. Something he knew his sleeping beauty of a girlfriend would love.

Once he had both of their meals on a tray, he walked into their room to find Y/n still asleep. Placing the tray on top of the nightstand by his side of the bed, he carefully laid beside Y/n and wrapped his arms around her in the process.

Not holding back anymore, he started peppering her face with soft kisses. Instead of being met with groans or a pillow to the face, he was met with sleepy giggles. Another thing that Y/n does added to the reasons on why he loves her.

"Good morning princess."

"Good morning Jinnie."

"How did you sleep baby?"

He was met with a pouty Y/n and it made his heart skip a beat at the sight. He presses a kiss on her nose knowing well that she will scrunch her nose but he didn't mind at all because she looked so adorable. She could be wearing a trashbag and Seokjin will still think she is the most beautiful human being in the universe.

“We can spend breakfast in bed and then I kind of have a surprise to show you.”

“Jinnie you know I don’t like surprises. What is it?”

“Eat your breakfast and then you’ll know baby.”

Curiosity was one of Y/n's traits but so was patience. They ended up eating breakfast peacefully in each other's calm presence. Once they finished, Seokjin gathered the dishes on the tray and told Y/n to prepare herself for what he had planned for the day. Being excited for what was to come, she rushed to the restroom and left Seokjin chuckling at her actions.

Before he headed out to wash the dishes and prepare the rest of the popsicle sticks, he fixed the bed so his princess won't have to do anything for the day. Now it was his time to rush, he quickly washed the dishes and dried his hands so he would not mess up the writing on the popsicle sticks.

A few minutes later, Y/n walked out their bedroom to be met with the sight of Seokjin eating popsicles while writing something on the clean ones. When Seokjin noticed Y/n, he quickly extended his hand out to grab a hold of Y/n and spun her around. His heart melted at the sight of Y/n in his shirt. It wasn’t his shirt anymore but he didn’t mind. She could take all of his shirts and he would not be mad if it meant that he was able to see her wear them.

Settling back down on his seat along with Y/n now on his lap, he explains that every popsicle in the jar has a quarantine date idea that either of them could randomly pick one and they would somehow try to follow through that idea.

Excited for the first pick, Seokjin lets Y/n choose the popsicle stick from the jar. Y/n chooses the popsicle and raises up so they can both read it out together.

“Learn and cook a new recipe.”

“Sounds interesting but what exactly do we cook?”

“We can randomly flip through that one cookbook Yoongi sent over. We can just put our fingers into whichever page without looking and that’s what we cook. How does that sound, princess?”

“Let’s get flipping!” Y/n giggled while getting up to get the cookbook from the nearby counter. Handing the cookbook to her boyfriend that immediately starts flipping the book to get their recipe out.

Using both of their pointer fingers, they stopped at a page that had pies, blueberry pies. Puzzled, they looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of them had tried blueberry pies but they liked blueberries.

“How hard can this be?”

“Well depends on how well we can follow instructions, which I hope we can do this right.”

“Princess, can you read me the ingredients so I can check to see if we have all the ingredients.” He says as he crouches to check in the bottom cabinets.

“Sure thing dear. Okay so we need two sticks of butter, all-purpose flour, granulated sugar, kosher salt, apple cider vinegar, eggs, brown sugar, a lemon, nutmeg, cornstarch and most importantly water.” Y/n finishes out of breath and swipes non-existent sweat from her forehead causing Seokjin to laugh. He gets up from crouching to gently grab Y/n’s face to place kisses all over her face.

“Yeahhh. Baby, I love your kisses but we won’t be able to cook any sweets if you keep this going.”

“One more kiss?” He asks while pouting his lips at Y/n. Giggling, she meets his puckered lips and places a sweet kiss on them.

“You can get all the kisses you want when this pie is in the oven.” Y/n says as she tiptoes to place a small kiss on his nose.

“Let’s get this bread or should I say crust?” Laughing at his own pun, he starts to hand Y/n the needed ingredients as she facepalmed. Placing the ingredients on the kitchen counter, she started to read the first part of the instructions.

“It says to whisk three cups of flour, two tablespoons of sugar and one half of a tablespoon of salt in a large bowl. Jinnie, can you hand me the whisk while I put the ingredients in the bowl?”

“I’m on it, here you go princess.” He hands the whisk to Y/n but he moves to stand right behind her just towering over her body as she continues to pour out the remaining tablespoon of salt. Pouting at the fact that Y/n paid little to no attention to him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his head on her shoulder.

Instinctively, Y/n tilted her head to tap his head while gently lifting her hand to gently caress his cheek to let him know that she is aware of his presence.

“Jinnie baby, can you hand me the butter from the refrigerator? You can help out with this part, if you want.” Nodding his head, he let go to retrieve the butter from the refrigerator and made his way behind Y/n again.

“So how do we do this?”

“From what I read from the cookbook, it says to add in the butter with our hands and just mix it until we get pea-sized pieces.”

“Princess, let’s remake that one pottery scene from Ghost.” The look Y/n gave Seokjin was one of disbelief at the words that came out of his mouth.

“I might just go to sleep after this along with no kisses for the rest of the night.”

“No reenactment, got ya!” Laughing at his comments, they continued to mix the butter along with the other ingredients in the bowl. Y/n asked Seokjin to place one tablespoon of vinegar and nearly eight tablespoons of cold water while she continued to mix the ingredients.

Once that was done, Seokjin poured just about enough flour on the kitchen counter to place the dough on. In the process of pouring the flour on the counter, he could not contain his need to sprinkle some above Y/n’s head. Too distracted by laughing at her surprised expression, he failed to notice her hand grab some of the flour and return the action.

Now, it being her turn to laugh, Seokjin took the time to look at her with such softness and pride to be able to call her his girlfriend. Smiling, he grabbed a bit of flour to put on the top of his nose and grabbed Y/n’s face to press their noses together.

With wide smiles, they continued with the forming of the dough. Once they finished that step, they set the dough in the refrigerator meanwhile they prepared the blueberry filling.

The making of the blueberry filling was divided into two parts, Y/n was in charge of cooking two cups of blueberries with lemon juice, zest, sugar, salt and nutmeg for about five minutes. Meanwhile, Seokjin whisks together cornstarch and water in a small bowl to pour in when needed.

After letting cook for around a minute longer, Seokjin insisted on removing the pan from the heat because he didn’t want his princess to get burned in the process. Laughing at his actions, Y/n took out the dough from the refrigerator to start rolling it while Seokjin poured the last three cups of blueberries into the cooling pan.

Sighing in relief when the door to the oven closed to show their creation in the last step, they decided to clean up after themselves to fully enjoy the deliciousness to come. Setting a timer to forty-five minutes to not overcook it as they started to gather all the dishes.

“Let me help you with the dishes Jinnie.”

“No, princess. You can go sit down, I’ll clean.”

“We are a team, Seokjin. We do things together. Let me at least help you with the dishes.” Knowing he lost when she said his name, he sighed and placed a tender kiss on her top of her head.

Forty five minutes seemed too long when they left the kitchen spotless. With almost thirty minutes to spare, Seokjin picked up Y/n and sprinted to the living room to spend the remaining minutes in each other's embrace. Giggles were heard coming from both of them.

Laying Y/n first, he gently laid himself above her body to not crush her with his weight. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist while her hands went to his head to play with his hair just how he likes it. The giggles turned into little sighs of content. Seokjin’s head rested above Y/n’s chest, listening to his favorite sound, her heartbeat. It was something he liked to listen to when his days were hard and even when they weren’t hard, listening to the heartbeat of the person you love the most is one of the most beautiful things that life has to offer.

Y/n cooed at the sight of her boyfriend in such a peaceful state, it brought her so much happiness that he heard her heartbeat pick up. Shifting his head to look up at her, he giggled at the soft smile on Y/n’s face. Feeling the heat rush to her cheeks, she covered her face.

“Princess, you know I love you with all my heart right?” He gently removed her hands from her face, intertwining their hands as he placed his forehead on hers.

“You tell me every single day Jinnie but I’ll never get tired of hearing it. I love you just as much. Maybe even more.”

“How did I get so lucky?” He closes the space between them and kisses her. Pouring out all the love and adoration for her in the kiss, making sure she felt it.

She did.

The sound of the timer going off interrupted their display of love. He started pulling away but Y/n grabbed his face to give him more sweet kisses, refusing to let him go.

“Baby, stay here while I take the pie out of the oven so it can cool down before we get to taste it.” Pouting, she let go but let him know that she would miss him every second. Chuckling at her silliness, he kissed her forehead before heading to go take out the pie from the oven. Once he successfully took the blueberry pie out to cool down, he sprinted right back to Y/n.

“Miss me baby?” He said as he jumped on top of her, attacking her with kisses as he tickled her. Laughing uncontrollably, she tried to get away from his hold and ended up dragging both of them on the floor with Seokjin falling first.

After their laughter died down, they did not bother to get back on the couch. Seokjin brought his arms to Y/n’s back and pulled her closer to have her lay down on him. Folding her arms on top of his chest, she makes herself comfortable enough to place her head on top them.

Placing one arm behind his head to grant himself a better sight of his girlfriend looking right back at him. He offers her a smile while his other hand travels gingerly up and down from her face to the tips of her fingers.

Waiting for the cool down was not as long as they expected but Y/n did not let Seokjin get up this time. They both helped each other get up from the floor but Y/n ended up pushing Seokjin to the couch. She ran to the kitchen before he could even react. Y/n cut out two slices of the blueberry pie for the both of them and placed them on a plate. Before she headed back, she grabbed two forks so they could taste their creation together.

The smell of the freshly baked pie followed her into the living room. Seokjin extended his hands out to take the plate from Y/n so she could get comfortable before they dug in.

“It smells so good.”

“Let’s just hope it’s as good as it smells.”

“Shall we?” Picking up their forks with a bite size piece of the pie, they brought it up to each other's mouth.

“On the count of three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

They took in the piece of blueberry pie into their mouths and closed their eyes as the flavor of deliciously sweet blueberries along with the buttery crust hit their tongues. Immediately, opening their eyes to grin at each other and high five each other for the success. Leaning against each other, they continued to eat the pie as soft music played in the background.

“I love you so much princess.”

“I love you so much too Jinnie. Thank you for always making me the happiest girl in the universe.”

Learning something new turned out to be deliciously positive. Seokjin sighed contently knowing that he was able to brighten the day of the person he loved the most.

“Anything for you princess.” He said as he placed one of many sweet kisses on the top of her head.

“Here’s to more quarantine dates!”

Taglist: @dontaskshhhhh

#thetruthretold #kpopficsnetwork #kim seokjin #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin x reader #kim seokjin fluff #seokjin fluff #seokjin one shot #seokjin imagine #bts fluff #bts one shot #reader x seokjin #bts drabbles #seokjin reactions #bts reactions #quarantine with bangtan #sammy writes #jin x reader #jin fluff

106 notes · View notes

nmnostalgiadrabbles · 4 years ago

Text

What’s the Word? - Iwaoi

Iwaizumi swallows. Looks at Oikawa, all smiles and lidded eyes, and decides this time will be different.

They’ve kissed more than their teammates might think.

The first time, they were twelve, on one of their days off from practice in the summer and they’d spent all morning searching for caterpillars. They come in for watermelon and a break from the sun and humidity, that, once they’re upstairs reading Iwaizumi’s comic books splayed out on the floor, turns into a nap. A half hour later, they wake, and Godzilla resumes defending Japan from another kaiju terrorizing the earth on glossy pages beneath sticky fingers. They talk a little as they read, about caterpillars and the upcoming school year, volleyball and what Iwaizumi’s mom is making for dinner.

“What do you think kissing is like?” Oikawa says, stretched out on his back with his hands folded on his stomach. He’s counting the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars on Iwaizumi’s ceiling. “Makki and Hanna got married on the playground the other day and got in trouble for kissing.”

Iwaizumi grunts, uninterested really, but a couple moments pass and he decides he’d like to know too. After all, he and Oikawa compete in just about everything else; he can’t lose here either, even if he is feeling kind of chicken. So he sits up cross legged, and Oikawa follows, and they don’t say a lot, but before they lean in, Oikawa asks, “Should we close our eyes?”

Iwaizumi hasn’t a clue but he says he thinks so.

And it’s exactly what an experimental kiss between twelve-year old best friends should be: scrunched up faces and pursed lips that meet only for a second before they pull away and look at each other again.

Iwaizumi grunts again, shrugging a shoulder, and Oikawa agrees.

“Yeah, don’t really get what all the fuss was about.”

The second time, they’re fifteen, and its after Oikawa’s knee starts hurting during practice. Aside from sets that aren’t up to Oikawa’s own standard – but still entirely hittable, Iwaizumi thinks – Iwaizumi knows his partner well-enough to see that something isn’t right. He doesn’t mention it during practice, and neither do the coaches; they probably think he’s just having an off day. He’d been kind of tightly wound since Kageyama had taken his place in that match, after all.

They walk home together, where usually Oikawa is skipping about in front of him, going on about his latest girlfriend, but today, he lags behind in strange silence.

Iwaizumi turns to face him and goes for normalcy. “Shittykawa, spit it out.”

Oikawa looks up. Iwaizumi wants to see his face twist into that all-too-familiar shit-eating grin. Instead, he notices Oikawa looks pale. He’s leaning to one side – weight on one foot – and says, in a voice Iwaizumi has never heard before, “It hurts, Iwa-chan,”

They make it home to Iwaizumi’s, because Oikawa’s parents are out of town and he’s staying over, and Iwaizumi helps him up the stairs and onto his bed, leaving him for a moment to retrieve an ice pack from the refrigerator downstairs. He offers ibuprofen too, but Oikawa says he needs to be able to feel it.

“What? Why?”

Oikawa mumbles out an answer that Iwaizumi doesn’t like: that he needs it to hurt to remind him to try harder.

“Don’t be a dumbass. Your play is already suffering; if you continue like this, it’ll get worse and then Kageyama will take your place for good.”

Oikawa flinches and looks away from Iwaizumi, who’s kneeling at his legs and holding the ice pack in place.

“I want you setting for me, not him.” Then he stands and chastely kisses the top of Oikawa’s head, hair unreasonably soft, in one quick motion.

“Iwa-chan, if you wanted to kiss me you could have just said so,”

Iwaizumi slaps the back of his head and stomps downstairs to start dinner.

The third time, they’re seventeen, cicadas call loudly, and they’ve come back from a run. They’ve just had lunch, and Iwaizumi tastes like peanut butter and Oikawa like a popsicle.

“‘Blue’ isn’t even a flavor, it’s a color,” he says, and Oikawa sticks his purple tongue out. Iwaizumi makes a face, but Oikawa’s put a hand behind his head and leisurely, like he’d done it as often as he’d served a volleyball, kisses Iwaizumi. It isn’t like when they were twelve.

Oikawa pulls back, triumphant, saying, “See, there is flavor.”

The fourth time, they’re eighteen, getting ready for bed early because they’ve a match in the morning, brushing their teeth in Oikawa’s bathroom, play-fighting with elbows until Oikawa swallows some toothpaste and hacks over the sink while Iwaizumi, already rinsed clean, cackles behind him till his stomach hurts. Oikawa catches his breath and rinses eventually, and turns to Iwaizumi, who recognizes the danger immediately. He intends to flee from the bathroom, but Oikawa, long-limbed and oddly flexible, manages the get the door shut. Iwaizumi does his best to look intimidating, but Oikawa smiles confidently and ghosts his hands over Iwaizumi’s ribs. Involuntarily, Iwaizumi shudders as Oikawa says, “Please, Iwa-chan. In close quarters like this, you don’t stand a chance. I know your weakness.”

Iwaizumi swallows, mouth pared in a nervous, have mercy smile, but Oikawa will have none of it. The same fingers that deliver the only sets Iwaizumi could ever ask for tickle his sides till he wheezes and tears form. He breaks mostly free and reaches for the doorknob, but Oikawa seizes the opening and then Iwaizumi’s back to laughing and trying desperately to grab hold of Oikawa’s hands while still defending himself. A few misfires, but eventually he gets one and holds it behind Oikawa’s back and the edge of the vanity while he nabs the other wrist and takes them both his is calloused hand. He presses forward with his whole body, still breathing heavy, but finally, finally he can relax.

Oikawa smirks. “I could get free if I wanted to.”

Iwaizumi scoffs. “No you couldn’t.”

Oikawa’s smirk remains, and entirely too confidently for someone with his arms pinned behind him, he leans forward and looks Iwaizumi directly in the eyes as he kisses him. It’s brief, so he can pull back and raise his hands and wiggle his fingers.

“Told ya,” he says, and Iwaizumi expects him to cross his arms over his chest and continue gloating, but he doesn’t. Well, he still gloats, but he puts his hands on Iwaizumi’s sides again, and Iwaizumi sucks in a breath.

“I like them here better. Don’t you?”

Iwaizumi swallows. Looks at Oikawa, all smiles and lidded eyes, and decides this time will be different.

So he pushes forward and they kiss there, in the warm light of the half-bath off the corner of Iwaizumi’s room, with open mouths and think they’ve finally understood what all the fuss is about. Iwaizumi half-wonders if maybe Oikawa understood a while ago, because he moves himself and directs Iwaizumi with a confidence Iwaizumi doesn’t have yet. At some point though, they separate, and Iwaizumi is pleased to find Oikawa’s face – and mouth – as red as his feels.

They hear the front door close and Iwaizumi’s mom call out. Iwaizumi wavers, but Oikawa grabs his face and kisses him hard, and a moment later darts out the door, down the stairs and in into, Iwaizumi suspects, the kitchen, where he’ll be hiding behind Iwaizumi’s own mother. Iwaizumi clambers after him.

The fifth time, they’re still eighteen, but they’ve just lost to Karasuno. Oikawa knows it isn’t the end for him, but it’s bitter, because it’s the end for him and Iwaizumi.

He’s glad when Iwaizumi turns up at the Shiratorizawa-Karasuno showdown. He’d been afraid to reach out and meet up formally because what if it hurt? He didn’t feel like crying anymore; he’d done enough of that. And it does hurt, them analyzing the match together. Hearing Iwaizumi call him an asshole and laughing because he knows it’s true. Toward the end, Oikawa, unsure, says, “I was imagining it was us out there.”

“Me too.”

They get coffee. Iwaizumi remarks about how little crème Oikawa gets in his.

“I’ve got to start taking care of myself,” Oikawa replies, and Iwaizumi reads between the lines.

“Come back to my place. I’ll make dinner.”

“‘Your place?’ You still live with your parents, Iwa-chan,”

Iwaizumi huffs. “They’re out. We’ll have to stop at the grocery first. Guess I oughtta teach you how to do that too, huh.”

Oikawa smiles, but when Iwaizumi turns and heads out the café door, it slips.

He wants to enjoy these last moments together, so he laughs and teases Iwaizumi like he should, but it’s hard, so after dinner when Iwaizumi puts a movie on, Oikawa excuses himself to the bathroom upstairs, sees the toothpaste on the counter, and cries. He’s in the there entirely too long and knows Iwaizumi is probably getting suspicious, but he’s still surprised when he opens the door to find Iwaizumi flipping through an old comic book on his bed.

Oikawa sniffs.

Iwaizumi pats the space next to him.

Oikawa curls beside him with his head on Iwaizumi’s stomach and tries to breathe without shaking. Iwaizumi puts the comic book down. They’d done this before. Oikawa had cried in front of Iwaizumi more times that he’d cried alone, though he can’t help but think that will be changing. Universities across the world from each other – how could they ever hope to close that distance?

“I know you’re thinking.”

“Iwa-chan had a thought?” Oikawa hides his face in Iwaizumi’s sweatshirt.

“I’m trying to be genuine here, asshole.”

Oikawa has a decision to make – allow Iwaizumi to start this conversation, the one he wants to pretend won’t happen if he avoids it, or try to enjoy one of their last nights together. He isn’t sure he can do either.

He feels a hand in his hair, soft and warm, and though he knows Iwaizumi is offering comfort, Oikawa needs to take more. So he sits up, sets his glasses on Iwaizumi’s bed-side table, and moves to straddle his best friend’s waist.

Iwaizumi is taken aback. He’s perceptive, but Oikawa can be a mystery if he really wants to be, and now, Iwaizumi notes, is one of those times. He waits. Watches Oikawa’s chest rise and fall.

Oikawa puts his hands on Iwaizumi’s chest. He can do this. He wants to do this. He has to do this. There likely won’t be another chance. With worry and separation in the back of his mind, he leans down and kisses Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi kisses him back, moves his hands to either side of Oikawa’s waist, above the hips but below the ribs, which is an incredible relief; Oikawa had half-expected Iwaizumi to say no, we shouldn’t, not like this, or worse, just no, because he didn’t want Oikawa the way Oikawa wanted him. That just because they’d kissed a couple times didn’t mean he’d mourn him from how-ever many thousand miles away. How could Oikawa blame him? They weren’t even twenty, and Iwaizumi was going to move on from volleyball. He was going to study sports medicine in college, but that wasn’t a team sport; Oikawa couldn’t be a part of that world, and maybe that was for the better. Maybe that was what Iwaizumi wanted.

Oikawa feels sick at the thought, and decides that at least for this moment and the few that would follow, he would be something Iwaizumi wanted.

Oikawa kisses him in what he thinks is the sexiest way possible. Tongue, but not too much, just enough to tease, because that about sums up his entire personality, doesn’t it? If Iwaizumi could read his thoughts he would have said no, you’re entirely too much, all the time.

Oikawa holds back tears.

He presses his hips down and wills himself to feel something that doesn’t hurt. He trails wet kisses from Iwaizumi’s mouth to his jaw to his neck – the kind that leaves bruises – and Iwaizumi, who is breathing faster than normal, whose hands roam from Oikawa’s sides to his shoulder blades to his hair, makes a noise Oikawa hasn’t heard before. Oikawa’s chest tightens.

It stops when Oikawa pauses opens his eyes because he stupidly, stupidly wanted to see what Iwaizumi, what Haijime looked like beneath him. It’s everything he’s hoped for – flushed down to his neck, red, shiny lips parted perfectly for his own, eyes shut almost tightly, almost like it was too much and Oikawa would cement this moment, this Haijime in the back of his mind for the rest of his life – but Iwaizumi opens his eyes, why Oikawa didn’t know, and for a reason Oikawa is frustrated he can’t overcome, Iwaizumi blinks and it’s too late, it’s over Oikawa recognizes; Iwaizumi has been snapped from the moment Oikawa had tried so desperately to create, and all the ones he’d hoped would come after.

“Oikawa,”

How could he live without hearing Iwaizumi say his name like that ever again? Say his name at all?

“Oikawa, what’s wrong?”

So it had been his fault after all. He’s given himself away, but isn’t sure how until Iwaizumi brings a hand to his cheek and Oikawa feels him thumb wetness away.

Iwaizumi sits up as best he can, pillows at his back, and looks at Oikawa with the furrowed brow Oikawa had loved from the moment Iwaizumi’s face had first scrunched up when they were five and Iwaizumi had stepped in water with his sock feet.

Oikawa hunches down with his fists in the fabric of Iwaizumi’s sweatshirts and doesn’t care that he sounds like a child.

“It hurts, Iwa-chan,”

Iwaizumi puts his arms around Oikawa’s shaking shoulders.

“I know,” he says. Oikawa raises abruptly; had he heard that right? The tremor in Iwaizumi’s voice?

He finds Iwaizumi is crying too.

“I said I knew what you were thinking, didn’t I?”

Oikawa can’t help it – he laughs. They both spend a moment wiping their faces and sniffing, and then Oikawa says what he’s always felt.

“I love you,”

He’s never imagined how Iwaizumi would react to hearing those words from him because he’s never imagined himself really and actually saying them.

But maybe Iwaizumi has, because he says without hesitation, “I love you too.”

And even though not all of the pain is gone, enough is that Oikawa can grin again, honestly, and says, “Iwa-chan that’s so embarrassing!”

Maybe Iwaizumi hadn’t thought that far ahead, because he balks for a moment, but only a moment since this is Shittykawa after all, and launches himself into Oikawa’s torso so convincingly they tumble off his bed and this time, Iwaizumi makes sure he comes out on top so he can mercilessly dole out payback for that time in the bathroom. Oikawa writhes and shrieks beneath him with smiles Iwaizumi catalogues for when they can’t torcher each other like this every night. Because Iwaizumi is so pleased with himself, he takes Oikawa’s wrists in one hand and pins them above his head, further pleased at the blush that spreads across Oikawa’s cheeks and ears. He basks in his victory and tries his hand at the patented Oikawa smirk.

“You can’t kiss me now,” he says.

Oikawa goes still beneath him, surprise evident.

“Guess you’ll just have to let me do that part.”

Oikawa’s eyes narrow, but he grins and licks his lips.

#My writing #rereading haikyuu!! so naturally:#iwaoi #oikawa #iwaizumi #oikawa tooru #Iwaizumi Hajime #haikyuu!!#yknow i think oikawa is kinda hard to write #iwa too #oh well #i like this!#and i hope yall do too!

22 notes · View notes

slothgiirl · 6 years ago

Text

Y/N AND HARRY STYLES SOULMATE AU PART 3

It's been a month and you’re pretty sure that Harry’s your soulmate. It's stopped itching after that day, when you'd run into each other at a coffee shop. It had already been lucky to run into someone twice in a city of millions, and your luck hadn't held up.

While the letters on your wrist are still pretty blurred, you can make out the H and S, his initials.

You hadn't told anyone either, wanting to keep it a secret. It felt wrong to go about telling people when you hadn't had a chance to talk to the man himself. Not really.

It made for good material to work through in your art studio hours. All the worrying and what ifs and thoughts running through your head as you thought about reaching out on instagram in the hope that it would somehow get to him.

But then you didn't. Not wanting to have to explain and talk to whoever on his team...of his people, handled that sort of thing.

Many celebrities got people claiming to be their soulmates. Hopefully young girls and boys who really wanted it to be true, who wanted their idols or celebrity crush to be theirs.

Or maybe you were just being old fashioned and letting things happen as they're meant to instead of blasting it on social media like some people did now, counting on the millions of people on social media to connect them.

It didn't matter.

You were fine with just seeing what happened. London wasn't that big. And you were still pretty young. And it might not be him.

Even though you knew in your heart that it was.

Between school, and work, and the little art our able to get done, you collapse in your apartment, Lydia already setting on your couch in a pair of sweats and old t shirt that might be yours actually now that you think about it.

“There's pizza,” she calls out to you, not looking up from her phone, smiling widely as she scrolls, “I think it's cold now but maybe it's like rice where it's less carbs when it's cold.”

“That sounds super fake and cold pizza is really freaking gross.” You utter, having almost died when she made leftover pizza and eggs together like it was an actual breakfast.

“I'm saving the planet by not using the toaster oven technically though.”

You snort, “wow I love an environmentally conscious queen.”

“So about that soulmate mark,” she says, smirking over at you from the couch, easy in your tiny flat while you pop a slice into the toaster oven.

“Don't want to talk about it,” you reply, already feeling the heat rise up into your cheeks.

“But you’re like the first person to get it!” She states, eyes practically sparkling with the idea. She'd never felt the annoying itch that made you scratch until your wrist turn red.

But even then you could feel the butterflies in your belly. It was easy to get lost in the idea of it all.

“Didn’t Pooja and Andy get it when they were still seventeen. Like months after the mark showed up!”

She shakes her head, looking back down at her phone in deep interest, “doesn't count because it happened before we met them. There's so gross together,” she finished fondly, sticking her tongue out.

“I'm going to tell them you said that.” You take a bite out of your reheated pizza, immediately regretting it when the hot steam burns inside your mouth.

“Anyway,” she says, “doing anything next Saturday?”

You shrug, “no. Don't think so. why?” It was your day from school and work. Ignoring all the work you should be doing for your classes. At least your thesis work was next year.

“Just wanted to make sure,” she says nonchalantly, “keep your day clear. We are going out.”

You laugh. There's never a day in which she doesn't want to go out and do something. “Okay. Do I get a say in it?”

“No, lets get lebanese at that one place by hyde park?”

Your mouth is already watering at the thought, “okay. I'm down, especially if we go to Hyde Park right after.”

“Deal,” she says, sitting up, “Now I'm going to go shower for the first time in a week.”

“Lydia that's so bloody disgusting,” you shout after her.

You're early. For once you hadn't been held back by anything but your own laziness after a long week. It was nice to have somewhere to be where you actually wanted to be, meeting up with Lydia like you too were still at college.

It wasn't like you'd lived very far from each other back home. And more often than not you'd ridden your bikes around town, resulting in more than a few falls.

You grab a table, order a mimosa while you wait like the semi functional adult you are because ladies who brunch order mimosas or so you've been led to believe. Plus it was bottomless, so it was a steal really.

As long as you drank your heart out. With Lydia you felt safe getting tipsy during daylight hours.

You scroll through your phone, answering texts and send some memes to people you knew were at work. Suckers. Laughing at the group chat for your ethics class now that you finally were actually reading through it. Andy was hilarious as usual.

When Harry walks in, wearing a tigre t shirt and loose pants in a flowery print, more bold than anything in your mainly neutral wardrobe, and raybans.

You swallow, heart speeding up at the weight of him walking through the door like something out of a romcom even though he can't be here for you. It's just a coincidence and yet you've never felt more nervous, the weight of it all lodged in your throat.

Your fingers brush against your mark, soothing the live wire of nerves under your skin.

He's walking towards you. It's unmistakable now but you can't see his expression underneath the black sunglasses. It strikes you as rude, that he hasn't taken them off. The sun's not even beating down hotly today.

You still haven't looked away. Maybe that's why he's coming over. . .too say hello. Technically you do know him.

People say hello all the time.

“Can I sit down here,” he asks, coming to a stop in front of you, head tilted towards the empty side of the booth.

Predictably, you ramble in shock, “my friend Lydia's coming actually but I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you sat here while you waited-are you waiting for someone?”

Harry slides his glasses off, hands still covered in a few large rings that somehow keep from looking overly tack on him. It must be the large hands.

The perfect kind for drawing really.

“Um,” he says, red staining his well defined cheekbones, “actually I'm meeting you…”

You raise an eyebrow, confusion written on your face.

Harry rushes to explain, flustered, “I had-I looked through a bunch of photos of me tagged on instagram and twitter and figured your friend Lydia might have uploaded and tagged me and then really hoped that she had her profile public,” he says, leaning over to you, bathing you both with an air of intimacy that you mirror as you study his features. The earnestness with which he's speaking to you clear in his mossy green eyes, in a way that paint could never mimic.

“and then I sent her a message and explained,” he trails off softly, looking down at his hands for a second, biting the inside of his cheek, searching for the words he needs.

You cover his hands on the table with yours, meeting his gaze head on. There's something so disarmingly kind about him that all that nervous energy you'd felt when he walked in had dissipated.

“Well I explained about what I think is...y'know maybe...it's too forward innit,” he utters, swallowing thickly as he meets your gaze, leaning back and pulling away from you, the warmth of his hands leaving yours. “I should've talked to your first not-not sprung this up on you.”

“No,” you tell him, “I was glad to see you again. Not that I wasn't also really freaking nervous but mostly glad.” The words feel true enough as you say them. So they must be true.

Harry relaxes against the table in relief, chuckling lightly to himself, looking over at you shamelessly, like he can't stand to lose another minute without you. Not when you might be-when you probably are-

You let out a deep breathe, “We should probably talk.” Someone should state it. Get it out of the way because there's no way you came all the way out here without getting one of your favorite dishes in london.

“We should,” he responds with a smile, small and hopeful and god wouldn't it be something if he is! This kind man who remembered you after a concert. Who went around london like any normal person might and didn't that say a lot about what type of person he is when he could be a complete arse given his fame.

“But first I’m going to eat and bore you with so much random bits of my Mayanist research paper I've yet to finish because I'm still pretending that it's not due next week and that time I had a popsicle made from zapote counted as research.” The popsicle had been interesting. The lackluster research results on your subject for this paper was not.

It had almost made you change subjects. Almost.

There's flecks of caramel in Harry's eyes when the light hits them, laugh lines deep around his lush mouth as he smiles over at you. “Only if you’re alright with me interrupting you with questions every five seconds,” he responds.

You look away, trying to calm down the warmth spreading throughout you from being on the receiving end of Harry smiling at you, not because he was usually smiling, but because he was happy to see you.

It's then that you notice the quick glances over at your table, the awkward hold of phones in hands and remember just who this man across from you is. You press your lips together, resolving to ignore them.

“Deal,” you tell him with a smile, “now I welcome you to share in my ladies who brunch dream before I squish in as much work as I can get through tomorrow.”

He laughs and you smile because that was you. You made him laugh.

Harry is easy to talk to, which you knew from that day in the coffee shop and even that night when Lydia had asked for a picture with him and you'd so easily teased him. What you hadn't expected was how easy it was to slip right into that.

No nervousness or strain arose from your impending talk as you slipped on your drink and ate, talking between bites.

You tell him about a documentary you just watched which was more of a string of thoughts, the type to make any cinephile nod in delight. About your latin american culinary research as your paper focused on important plants during mayan times and how they had translated into modern times. “I mean most people the world over had had guava not to mention the super fruit that avocado has become.”

“Who doesn't love a good guac,” Harry muses. “Though as good as guava is there's too many big seeds. Can't hardly-” He stops.

You smirk, “finish the sentence Harold.”

He sighs already laughing to himself, resolved, “can't hardly swallow.”

“That's what she said.”

“Knew you were going to say that.”

He tells you about his recent trip to the states. To a big awards ceremony with Stevie Nicks who it's clear he adores in the way his voice goes soft when he talks about her. “People always tell you not to meet your idols but,” he shrugs, face glowing as he continues, “it's-she's cooler than I could've imagined and such a good person too. She was really great when I wanted to show her my first album. Gave it to me straight.”

You smile, “It's amazing to know that some people are deserving of all the trust and love that people have in them.”

You split the bill without a fuss, merging into the late afternoon crowd seamlessly, a world away from the weird half hidden glances over at you.

You don't know how he does it. It had set you on edge, an edge the mimosa helped dull.

“Want to go to the Natural History Museum,” you ask him, wanting somewhere that might grant some privacy to talk. Hyde park just seemed to open. And the V&A was always so busy.

“Do you know the way,” he asks, glancing down at you.

You nod and lead the way, easily navigating a street over and up, comfortable in the quiet that had descended around you both.

There was enough sun out now in mid april to warm your skin, a nice change after the winter months of layers and layers.

It makes the walk enjoyable. Spring’s and underrated season you think. Too many people get caught up in summer for school holidays and winter because of winter break but spring was where it's at.

“You come here often,” he asks, as you both aimlessly wander around the museum, passing by people too absorbed in the exhibits to look over at the man by your side.

“When I can,” you readily admit, “I still feel so lucky to live so close to so many amazing museums even if the collections were all stolen.”

He snorts, “your professors must love you.”

“Well my greek professor did not so much my lit prof because english lit is all dead white guys that I think are vastly overrated.”

Harry shakes his head, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter, “and I want to hear them all no matter how much I might disagree.”

You grin, “well how boring would it be if we all had the same options? I mean I won't budge on Hemingway but art is a dialogue isn't it?”

“And what dialogue does your art say,” he asks as you step into an empty gallery. You suppose that the bird taxidermy collection is hardly exciting when zoos exist.

“That we should talk,” you respond, turning to face him, intimately close, his chest inches from yours.

“We should,” he says carefully, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, solid and warm and your eyes flutter closed. You breath in the smell of him, like sharp clean leather.

“Is this okay,” Harry asks with great care, his eyes searching yours.

You nod, “yeah, I mean,” you pull away unable to think straight so close to him, turning so that your looking at some long dead puffin. “Did you think I might be-when we ran into each other at the coffee shop?”

You hold your breathe as you wait for him to answer.

Harry doesn't move toward you, sighing as he leans against a wall, chewing over his words, brow furrowed. “No,” he finally says, “I didn't. I just remembered you'd been nice and funny about the whole thing with Lydia and then I ran into you and thought it might be a sign from the universe we're meant to be friends so I figured why not and went over to talk to you. My sister tells me I've always been like that. Friendly. Making friends out of strangers.”

You exhale, smiling as you turn towards him, taken by the severity of his expression. His gaze is fixed on you. “I didn't think-not until later when I was at work and my mark,” you offer, nervously brushing your hair behind your ears, “it seemed like too big of a coincidence. I hadn't really bumped into anyone else who's name starts with an H.”

“You didn't reach out,” he states, void of any rapprochement.

“I wasn't sure how to go about these things and I,” you hesitate, “I was still thinking things over. I mean this is sort of a huge thing.”

The corner of his lips perk up, “can I see it?”

You blush furiously, excitement traveling up your spine, “yes.”

Harry moves towards you, closing the distance between you both. He leaves enough space between you both, a step apart. It feels like too much and yet your glad, you don't want to rush. If he's really yours you want to take your time, to get to know him first and foremost.

You don't even know if he's a morning person. Or if he spreads the cream on scones first or the jelly first.

You can feel his gaze tracking your hands as you pull the sleeve of your right hand down, revealing your soulmate mark.

A blurry but legible Harry E. Styles

#Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #mine #harry styles x reader #soulmate marks #soulmate au #last part???

183 notes · View notes

blancheludis · 6 years ago

Link

A/N: @stony-week - day 1 - june 9th : “you gave me a home”

Fandom: Marvel, MCU, Avengers Relationship: Tony Stark / Steve Rogers Tags: Team as Family, 2012 Avengers, Getting Together, Friendship

Summary: When Tony builds a time machine capable of sending Steve back to his own time, Steve has to decide where home really is. The answer, he finds, is not actually that hard.

---

“Rogers,” Tony calls loudly just as the debrief for their latest mission is over. “I need you for a minute.”

Steve does not have a minute for Tony. One minute will turn into an hour of yelling and that into a night of going at the punching bags in the gym and that into a week of avoiding each other. It is always the same. Tony does something reckless in battle, ignoring Steve’s command, and then goes about his day as if nothing happened.

If not for JARVIS�� subtle arguing, Steve would have never known he dragged Tony to training with cracked ribs last week. It is not healthy. More importantly, a whole lot of these incidents could be avoided if only Tony would trust Steve to make the calls.

“I think we should eat something first,” Steve says, knowing that Tony likes to lock himself up in the workshop and forget all about food when he is angry. He nonetheless stops walking and turns towards Tony, never quite able to deny the genius anything. “We’re all still winded from –”

Tony sidles up to Steve and gestures dismissively. “You don’t get winded.” With a nudge, he gets Steve to fall into step next to him. “Although I might have the honour of seeing you speechless for the first time today.”

Steve is rendered speechless a dozen times a week around Tony. There is just no getting used to this whirlwind of a man. Tony is always thinking, always working on making the world a better place. He is also infuriating and too easily able to make Steve feel insignificant. The tech is not even the only thing that Tony is light-years ahead of everyone else.

“All right,” Steve sighs. “What’s so important?”

Humming under his breath, Tony leads them towards his workshop. He does a good job of appearing cheerful, but Steve has seen him really excited about new pieces of equipment he has made for the team. Despite them going to the workshop, Steve thinks that is not it. Tony loves to show off what he made, he loves to hear their opinion to make it even better the next time around.

Now, though, Tony’s steps are firm, unwavering, the way he walks to the quinjet when they are going on a mission. His right hand is sneaking up towards the arc reactor, only to fall down abruptly when Tony notices what he is doing. Tony is nervous.

They filter into the workshop, where Tony walks straight towards a workbench, while Steve lingers uncertainly close to the door. If Tony has a problem he wants to discuss, Steve might not be the best person to do that with. They make a sport out of arguing as often as humanly possible.

“Catch,” Tony says suddenly and throws something at Steve.

Only his quick reflexes save the thing from falling and possibly breaking. Steve wishes Tony would stop being so careless with his life and goods. When he looks at what he is holding, it appears to be a bracelet. It is, of course, more sophisticated than simple jewellery. It has a thin wristband and a screen that is currently empty. It could be a watch.

Confused, Steve looks up and finds Tony studying him with a somewhat conflicted expression. “What’s this?”

“Don’t panic,” Tony says wryly, “it’s not a friendship bracelet, and I’m not propositioning you either.” He chuckles when Steve’s feels blood rushing into his cheeks. He did not think any of that. “It’s your ticket out of here.”

Where embarrassment had Steve feeling quite warm only a second before, coldness now spreads through his chest and into his fingers clenching the bracelet. Out, he thinks. A terrible suspicion pops into his mind.

This thing could be worth a lot of money. Perhaps it is used as a new method of paying. Or it has a hidden USB drive full of information. Anything that could allow Steve – and perhaps the rest of the team – to get out of Tony’s life without being left with nothing. It could be a farewell gift.

They have not been doing that bad, though. Sure, Tony and he are arguing constantly, but they are working so well together out on the field. Living together has become comfortable, now that they have overcome the first hiccups of getting used to sharing the space with other people. How could Steve have not noticed if Tony wants them gone?

“Tony? If you don’t want us in your home anymore –”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Tony cuts him off. “I don’t want you gone.”

He sounds so impatient that the words need a long moment to register in Steve’s mind. Then, though, he breathes in relief. Tony’s face does not relax, though. On the contrary, he looks even unhappier.

“Then what is this about?” Steve asks, unsure whether he even wants to know.

“Well, you never stop babbling about the good old times.” Tony stops abruptly, glaring balefully at the bracelet lying innocently in Steve’s palm.

“So you made me some jewellery to wear?” Steve is obviously missing the point here. Trying for humour, he adds, “I hate to disappoint you, but things like this weren’t exactly the height of fashion in the forties.”

Tony does not smile. “But it can get you back there.”

Unable to believe his ears, Steve stares. First at Tony’s unmoving expression, then at the innocently looking bracelet that appears to have just now gained a ton of weight.

This little thing is supposed to do the impossible and get Steve back to where – when – he comes from?

“Pardon me?” he asks, voice hoarse, sure he has misheard. If not for the distinct unhappiness on Tony’s face, he might think this is all an elaborate prank.

“That is kind of the GPS for a time machine I built for you,” Tony explains, not meeting Steve’s eyes. “It’s highly experimental, of course, but I’m certain it will be able to get you back home.”

For months on end, Steve had gone to bed dreaming of home only to wake up with dread at having to face this new world. He had refused to interact with this planet full of strangers, throwing himself into mission after mission for SHIELD, clinging to something familiar. He had even wished for the war back, for some faceless cause to get lost in.

Then, the Avengers. They have come a long way from that motley group of would-be heroes saving the world together. They train together, eat together, live together. Last week, after a mission, he told his team he was looking forward to going home and meant the tower.

Steve’s hand starts trembling, so he closes it around the bracelet. If he keeps looking at it, he might make a stupid decision.

“Do you want me to leave?” Steve asks, barely suppressing a wince at the frailty of his voice.

This is important. If Tony does not want Steve here, then everything Steve has been feeling for the past months would be a lie. He is friends with the rest of the team, they are his, but Tony is an integral part of all that. Without him, they would never have come this far, might have never become friends even.

Yes, they argue. Yes, they communicate mostly via yelling at each other. Yes, they appear to constantly look for flaws in each other. But they are a fam- a team.

“Don’t make this about me, popsicle” Tony answers, rolling his eyes in such an exaggerated way that Steve knows he is just trying to distract from the question. “All you ever talk about is missions or the forties.”

“Because that’s where I’m from,” Steve says firmly. He takes a deep breath, doing his best to keep this from spiralling into the argument he feels brewing. Tony is good at pushing people into saying things they do not mean. “But I’m here now.”

Tony clicks his tongue. “Could’ve fooled me.”

There is not enough bite in his tone for Steve to take it completely seriously. Instead, Steve thinks he sees insecurity in Tony’s eyes. It is well-hidden but obvious once he knows to look for it.

“I’m missing my family,” Steve says firmly. When Tony winces slightly, Steve walks forward so he is standing right in front of him. “A year ago, I would have taken this opportunity without hesitation, but now –”

Tony has never been good with silences, so when Steve is searching for the right words to continue, he sticks out his chin and smirks. “Now you have to think about it a minute longer because you’re going to miss Starbucks and Twitter.”

“No,” Steve says in frustration. A calm comes over him as his answer crystallizes clearly. “I’d miss you.” He smiles at Tony’s dubiously raised eyebrow. “I was lost when I first came here, but you made the future worth living in. You picked me up and gave me a home.” He shrugs. “Why would I give that up again?”

“Bucky,” Tony answers immediately, counting off his fingers, “Aunt Peggy, the Howling Commandos, the good old days.”

Shaking his head, Steve is surprised at how little his composure is shaken by hearing these names out loud. Some part of him will always hold on to them, will always call for them, will always want them back. He likes to think he can be better than that, do better than holding on to things that are gone.

“Life is better now.” These words should feel like a betrayal, but Bucky died before Steve came here, and he is tired of running after ghosts. “I’m not saying I don’t miss them, but the past doesn’t have you.”

Tony scoffs, “The Avengers –”

“You, Tony.”

It could be amusing, seeing Tony Stark lost for words, but the situation is too serious for that. Steve needs Tony to believe him. They argue so much that it is easy to overlook how close they really are.

Frowning, Tony takes a step back. He does not run, though, so Steve counts this as a win.

“What are you saying?” Tony asks. There is something in his tone that Steve decides to interpret as hope.

With firm movements, Steve puts the bracelet down on the nearest workbench. Throwing it away might have made for a stronger argument, but Steve is sure it costs more money than he can even imagine. Also, it is something Tony made for him, so he handles it with the appropriate care.

“Thank you for the time machine, but I won’t need it,” Steve says. Taking a leap, he adds, “Since I’m sure you wouldn’t want to come with me.”

“I –” Tony stares at the bracelet, his lips moving without making a sound.

Steve hopes very much that JARVIS is recording this conversation. Otherwise, no one is going to believe him that he has rendered Tony speechless twice in a row.

He decides not to cheapen the moment by explaining anything more. Leaving is not an option, because Tony is in the future. Whether Tony accepts that is up to him.

“All right.” Suddenly, Tony comes back to life. Where he has been listless and short before, there is now that manic energy again that Steve has come to associate with him. It is what precedes explosions or ingenious plans. Where it sometimes has Steve worried, he is now just excited. “In that case, I’ve got a new suit for you.”

Tony claps his hand and some holoscreens come to life, depicting a multitude of statistics and numbers that go right over Steve’s head. At the same time, DUM-E comes towards them, bearing some box that Tony takes from him with a smile like a child at Christmas. When he opens it, Steve gets a first look at what appears to be new body armour. It is not as garishly patriotic anymore, and a long way from his spandex suit.

“You weren’t going to let me take that with me?” Steve asks with dry humour. Mostly, he wants to cherish the moment before Tony dissolves into talking about tech.

Affronted, Tony blinks at him. “Dear old Dad might have had a conniption before he managed to create me if your suit started to randomly talk or project holoscreens into the air.”

Steve nods earnestly, but cannot quite hide his excited grin, does not want to either. Tony likes to build things. Whenever one of them wanders into the workshop, he has something new for them. This feels different, though. Tony made him a time machine to get him back home. Yet, he also has a new suit at the ready, as if he was hoping Steve would choose to stay.

One hand in the air, ready to launch into an extensive explanation of the suit’s new features, Tony stops to look at Steve.

“For what it’s worth,” he says with a small smile, “I’m glad you want to stay.”

It is the most natural thing in the world to step forward, put a hand on Tony’s arm, and say, “It’s worth everything, Tony.”

#stonyweek #fanfiction #marvel #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #time machine #home #getting together #tony stark has a heart #steve rogers feels #my words #ao3

57 notes · View notes

elizabeth-234 · 5 years ago

Text

Five Times She Watched his Final Goodbye

Hi All! Here is chapter two. Hope you enjoy.

Previous Chapter One: Denial

Chapter Two: Anger

Morgan sat staring out the car window. The remnants of the rain held thick in the air outside and the grass was laden with droplets sliding down the stems at each blow of the wind. The droplets congregated together and created pockets of puddles in the lawn. She rolled down the window and smelled the grey and worms floating in the air. All in all, it encapsulated her mood perfectly.

“Are you ready, Morguna?” The voice broke her out of her thoughts and she looked over to see her mom’s hand on the door handle. With a tight nod they exited the car and loaded their arms with boxes. Morgan grabbed one full of clothes. She knew her stuffed mini Gerald was hidden at the bottom. The building rose tall before them and they, avoiding the puddles, watched as other people moved their own stuff in.

A tight knot that formed weeks ago in Morgan’s stomach twisted further. She watched as the people’s laughs echoed up the stairs and boxes of stuff were stacked in every corner of the lobby. Hordes of people stopped unloading and began forming groups inside the ring of boxes. They were already mingling and gossiping about each of the floors they lived on. Her mom nudged her shoulder and motioned to the people but Morgan shook her head.

After stopping for a breather in between stairways they made it the third floor and found her room. The beds were striped and besides a few boxes by one of the beds, the room was empty. She turned to the other bed and plopped her clothes down before sitting down on the bed. Her mom sat beside her.

“Are you sure you want to stay? You could go to a school closer to home or we could get a private tutor?” Her mom said winding her arms around Morgan. Morgan sighed and leaned against her shoulder.

“Mom, I want to come here. I’m just nervous.”

“Right, right. I know that. I’m just going miss you.”

Morgan turned into her mom’s arms and breathed in the scent of vanilla.

“I’ll miss you too, Mom. Always.”

They were sweating and sore by the time they were done moving all her stuff into the room. The two of them moved slow, taking breaks to explore and joke to make light of the situation. It was the first time she would be away from her mom. It would be the time for many firsts but she wasn’t looking forward to their goodbye. It would be nothing but bittersweet.

Pepper stared at her child, her little girl who was not so little anymore, and was reminded of who should have been there to help them move. Morgan’s eyes sparkled with a drive for knowledge and excitement as she showed her around the school. It was a spark that was missing until recently and Pepper was glad she was going to school. That she would be able to experience some normality in her youth.

Unbeknownst to her daughter she was afraid. Afraid that Morgan would hate it. Afraid she would be hurt and most of all Pepper was afraid of being alone. Logically, she knew she wouldn’t be alone, but the quiet house at night and milk going bad because she was the only one drinking it made her stomach clench.

Her daughter moved about the room, putting clothes away and organizing her desk, and Pepper marveled at how much she’d grown over the years. Her dark hair was recently cut short and the curls sprang up, earning to escape her head. Pepper forced a smile onto her face when Morgan looked over. This could be good for her. This was good for her.

Morgan turned around to find her mom staring at her and made herself smile back. She turned back around to fluff the clothes in the drawer so she wouldn’t have to face her again just yet. She ignored the trembling in her hands and pushed the one drawer shut louder than was needed moving onto the next one.

How could she think of leaving her mom? For almost her whole life they had been together. Her mom had always been there for her. In second grade, when she shaved part of her head all jagged, her mom did the same to her own hair. In sixth grade, she decided to perform in the talent show. It was a rendition of I Want to Hold Your Hand and she loved the song with all her heart. Unfortunately, the other students didn’t like it as much and let her know how ridiculous they all thought it was. Her mom was there, helping her practice and cheering her on the big day. Through first crushes and failed try-outs her mom was right alongside her to bolster her.

And now she was leaving. Going far enough away to school that Morgan couldn’t just pop home for the weekends. The knot twisted again. This was going to be fine. A lot of people went to university and all of them were okay. She wasn’t abandoning her mom. It was normal to want to go to school and she should not feel guilty.

Morgan folded the same shirt over again before looking down and seeing it was inside out. She stuffed it back into the drawer without looking and walked away. It would be fine.

The mattress dipped under her weight as she leaned her elbows on the headboard. Her roommate asked if she wanted to go down to the common room to meet other freshmen but she declined. The thought of being around people made her mouth dry. Her hands curled into fists and Morgan could feel her nails digging into the flesh of her palm. She should be out there meeting people. She wanted to meet the people in her building and make friends but something stopped her.

Her mom left bestowing a bushel of hugs and kisses to last her the night. Between them they shed enough tears to shower an alpaca, but it wasn’t enough. Morgan missed the smell of vanilla. Her arms felt oddly bereft of her mom’s. It was a Tuesday and Morgan knew if she were back home the two of them would be curled up on the couch binge watching Brooklyn-99 or their favorite movies.

Instead, she was staring at mostly filled boxes containing the things she would gladly give away to be back in her home. Morgan let the breath she was holding escape and un-wrung her fingers, moving them back and forth to get the blood moving.

Without forethought she jumped off her bed and paced back and forth. Morgan stopped, staring out the thick glass of the window. There were some crowds walking past. A group of people speaking Japanese walked by. Their words traveled up the walls and into Morgan’s room falling into her ears. She couldn’t understand what they were saying but a ghost of a smile crossed her face when they broke out laughing. The smile faded as the people walked behind a corner, leaving an empty courtyard.

Morgan swiped the carpet with her foot and ended up moving her backpack. She looked down and brought it over to where she was sitting before. The zipper gave way under the direction of her hands and she pulled out the red mask. She held the cheeks in her trembling hands and stared into the dark eye sockets. She wasn’t sure why she snuck into his office to take it, only that some part of her couldn’t leave the house without a piece of him. Morgan needed him to be there in some small way today and this was the best she could do.

Her eyes closed against the barrage of memories that threatened to break loose from their holdings. One swept out from under her concentration and the laughter and quiet footsteps of her memory engulfed her.

She saw her young reflection in the silver metal of the refrigerator. Morgan’s hand reached up to open the door. Her fingertips just grasping onto the handle when a larger hand rested on top. The other in the large pair played with the ends of her hair as it had when they tip-toed through the kitchen.

Her mom’s voice floated down from the office on a work call and the dinner already made was waiting on the stovetop. Morgan had been sitting at her small desk next to her dad’s but was bored. She practically finished all her homework and decided that what her dad was doing was more interesting. Settling into his lap she hugged his chest and buried her head into the crook of his arm. His arms came around her tight and secure like they always did. He sat there working and listening to a story she told him about Ms. Casey at pre-school.

It wasn’t until her stomach growled for attention that they got up, ready to hunt for a pre-dinner snack. They crept through the house, rolling on the carpet and hiding behind corners until they came upon the kitchen. The freezer opened sending a puff of cold air into their faces and her dad grabbed some popsicles – always cherry and strawberry for each – out from the top self. He passed the stick into her waiting hands and they went outside to sit on the porch. Alongside each other they sat looking into the forest.

Morgan loved their home in the woods. Sometimes she missed having neighbors, but she loved the quiet best. She looked over to her dad and watched as the tension in his shoulder’s disappeared. A small smile crossed his lips when he asked her to stick out her tongue. She laughed when he made funny faces with his stained tongue sticking out.

The door opened and the two turned around to face her mom, popsicle sticks safely behind their backs. They smiled innocently, Morgan forgetting the evidence was stained into their skin. Pepper tried to maintain a straight face but the looks on her husband and daughter’s faces were so similar and cute.

“You guys better be ready to eat all of the dinner.” She huffed good-naturedly, winking at Tony.

They both clambered up. Morgan fell over her feet and her dad picked her up. He threw her over his shoulder, all while assuring Pepper that there wouldn’t be any leftovers. She remembered kicking and laughing when her dad carried all through the house chasing her mom until they all collapsed on her parent’s bed.

That was a month before he was gone.

Morgan tossed the helmet onto the bed. She didn’t want to think about that time. The knot constricted in her chest a little tighter.

Her eyes closed but snapped open at the sound of a click. The wall glowed and her eyes traced the light back to the helmet laid innocently against her pillow. The once dark eyes glowed bright as she knew they once had in life. Her hands trembled as she picked it up to try and turn it off; to stop what was coming. It was something she’d only watched once and refused to ever see again. The helmet slipped out of her shaking hands and pricks assaulted her eyes. It rolled against the hardwood and stopped with a light thud against the dresser. The projector proceeded and her dad’s face appeared on the wall.

The image was crooked and Morgan would have to turn her head at a 90-degree angle to see it clearly. She didn’t. Her eyes slammed closed and Morgan tried to concentrate on the smooth fibers of her new sheets. Her mind screamed at her to turn it off. To run away, anywhere, but her body was frozen on the bed.

Then the voice she hadn’t heard in twelve years ghosted through the room.

“Everybody wants a happy ending, right?” Her eyes pinched closed tighter, making swirls of black dance across the inside of her eyelids. She didn’t want to hear this. She didn’t want to see this ghostly apparition.

His words filled the room heedless of Morgan’s pleas. She rubbed her hands on the bed sheet before covering her ears with them but it didn’t stop the soothing tone of his voice creeping through her fingers. A wave of despair threated to crash into her, to break her away from reality but she wouldn’t let it. Morgan had spent enough time haunted by the ghosts of her past and she wouldn’t let it consume her here in this new place. She stood up quickly, pushing the mattress against the wall with a thud. Her hands were in fists at her side and her legs shook, weakening in strength until she leaned against the desk. Her hands grasped the edges and she felt the grains in the wood against her fingertips. She looked behind her and saw the helmet against the door.

“A normal vision of the planet has been restored”

Morgan turned around and let her back hit the cold wall as she watched not the projection but the glowing eyes. Her own darted away and she saw the people walking by in the hallway. They were chatting amongst themselves unaware of what was happening. Unaware of how much was lost.

An itching feeling started in her feet and climbed up, infecting the rest of her limbs. Morgan carded her fingers through her hair until the strands were taught against her scalp.

All of the people walking, all of them in the building, and the world didn’t know. They couldn’t realize that something greater than themselves was gone. Her world was lost that day and nobody knew. It wasn’t fair that they were here and he wasn’t.

She stumbled and fell onto her knees. Tears caressed her cheeks as they made their way to the floor. Her dad should have been there to help. He could’ve carried the boxes easily up the three flights of stairs. He knew how to assemble her loft bed, but instead her mom and her labored over it for hours. It wasn’t fair. Her dad missed so much of her life that sometimes it felt like he had never been there in the first place.

“I love you 3000.”

A haze filtered through her eyes but through it she saw his brown eyes, the small quick of his lips, and a smile that knotted the rope so she felt it would never come undone.

He left her all alone.

“I hate you.” She whispered to the room. The projection stopped and the light dimmed, leaving only the shadows of furniture covering Morgan in the darkness. The hallway was quiet and Morgan fell to the side. Her hip dug into the wood but she didn’t move from that spot.

Morgan laid in the silence and wished that it was gone. Wished that his voice would fill the room once more.

Thank you!

Taglist: @verdonafrost @ourjourneysideways

Next: Chapter Three: Bargaining

#Morgan Stark fanfiction #morgan stark #avengers fic #MCU #post avengers endgame #eliza writes #my writing #Five Times Morgan Watched his Final Goodbye #Pepper potts #Tony Stark

3 notes · View notes

vibranch · 5 years ago

Text

Emptiness of the Heart - Kingdom Hearts fanfic

Rating: T Word Count: 4847 AO3 link here (Author’s Notes can be read there.)

Summary: After abusing the Power of Waking, Sora finds himself wandering through a never ending void of white. As Sora searches for an exit from this place, the solitude and emptiness of the world threatens to tear his sanity apart. But will a newfound power change all that? And will that change be a gift or a curse?

Sora awoke in a strange place. It was a void of blinding white. It reminded him of waking up in Twilight Town for the first time. But instead of being greeted by the familiar voices of Donald and Goofy. He was alone.

“Hello…?” Sora’s voice was low, but it carried through the air in front of him. Sora let loose a breath he was holding in, as no response came to him. Fear came over him. Fear that he might be lost and alone in, wherever this place was.

“Oh well.” Sora tried to shrug off his nerves. “What do Donald and Goofy always tell me? No sad faces, right? I’ll just have to find my own way out now.” Sora took off running into the colorless void, hoping to find something, anything.

Sora had long since exhausted himself from running. He could barely bring himself to walk. How long have I been moving? Sora wondered. The place seemed to stretch on forever. But if that was the case, surely something must be here besides himself.

Sora tried calling out again. “Hello?! Hello is anyone out there?! Please if you can hear me, please say something!!!” Sora yelled until his throat was sore and his voice was raspy. The pain caused Sora rub his throat, “Boy what I wouldn’t give for some water…” Exhausted, Sora fell over on the ground. Without meaning to Sora imagined shimmering clear water. Something cool and refreshing like the springs back home from the Islands.

Sora yelped as he was struck in the face by a torrent of liquid. Sitting up immediately, Sora searched for the source of what hit him. There wasn’t anything around him. Not even any clouds in the sky that could have dumped it on him. No, it was still the blinding white expanse as it always was.

Sora felt around the floor he was sitting on. The liquid that had hit him earlier was still on the floor. Sora brought a wet hand to his lips. With a quick taste Sora recognized it. “W-water…” Sora rasped. Sora gulped with a slight bit of shame before he started clawing at the water, trying to scoop up and drink whatever he could. It wasn’t much, but the little that he swallowed helped soothe his throat.

With his throat slightly refreshed, Sora attempted one last call into the void. Once again nothing greeted him. Sora groaned in frustration. “What am I supposed to do if I’m lost and all alone? And where did that water come from?”

Sora stood up. Trying to force a determined look on his face. Believing that if he looked determined, eventually he would feel determined. “I can’t just sit around. I’ve got to keep moving until I find something.”

Sora continued walking. The feeling of exhaustion constantly tempting him to fall over again. Sora tried thinking of his friends to distract himself from it. He wondered if they were okay. The last thing he could remember was saving Kairi and returning her to the Islands, before everything started to fade away for him. Were they worried about him? Sora hadn’t even checked to make sure everyone else was okay before he left to find Kairi. Maybe some of the others had gotten hurt during the battle…

“Well the first thing I’m gonna do once I get back is make sure everyone’s okay.” Sora said aloud. Without anyone else around, Sora found himself talking to himself more often than he usual. “I should watch out,” Sora joked, “They say talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity!”

Sora walked on for what he assumed must have been hours. He hoped that his short attention span only made it feel like hours. His thoughts floated to the people once trapped in his heart. “I wonder if this was how they felt, being stuck in my heart. I really wanted to get to know them more…” Who exactly was Ventus? Xion was also a mystery to Sora. The only one Sora had really known was Roxas, and even then, they hadn’t even had real conversation. “Well, not unless I count the talk we had while he was trying to kill me.” Sora said, the exhaustion traveling into his tone of voice.

The void he walked through wasn’t especially hot or cold. In fact, Sora hadn’t even noticed the temperature until now. But thinking about Roxas made Sora long for one of those Sea-Salt ice creams he and Axel always had together. The one time Sora had one, it was delicious. Salty, and yet somehow, at the same time not. Sweet and yet somehow also not. It was as if the sweet parts tasted slightly salty and the salty parts were slightly sweet. Sora could picture the shape and the taste and the icy cool air that would come off it.

Something soft was crushed under Sora’s foot as he walked along. “What the?” Sora said in surprise. He moved his foot to see sky blue coloring smeared across the white ground. Nearby his foot was a stick. A popsicle stick!

“Oh man,” Sora chided himself. “How did I miss that!” He picked up the stick, hoping that at least some of it was still intact. “Nope, just a bunch of blue slush…” Devastated, Sora fell to the floor. The will to keep on moving faded from his body.

“I’d really like to have something to eat.” Sora said, disappointment spreading through his body. “I know it wouldn’t have satisfied much, but now that I think about it, I’ve been walking a long time and I haven’t eaten a thing…” Sora tried to think about other things, but he kept coming back to the popsicle.

Eventually he opened his eyes again. The weight of the stick he was holding seemed to have increased while his eyes were closed, but Sora just assumed that must have been his imagination playing trick on him. But when he looked back, it was a whole popsicle again! Sora didn’t waste time questioning it, he wolfed down the ice cream as fast as he could. It tasted just as good as he remembered it.

Once he was finished with it, he was suddenly struck by the impossibility of what had happened. “Where did that ice cream come from?” Sora wondered aloud. “Am I actually going crazy?” Sora looked over to where he’d stepped on the ice cream earlier. “No, that can’t be. There still pieces of what I stepped in melting over here. So, I definitely stepped on it at first…” Sora rested his chin on his fist, trying to think of an answer to where the second ice cream had come from, and why was it on the stick from the original ice cream.

“Argh! I don’t get it!” Sora yelled, digging his nails into his scalp. “Where did it come from!” Sora fell over on his back, trying to let go of his obsession with the magically appearing ice cream. With a whisper, Sora tried to calm himself. “Maybe I should try to get some sleep. Maybe I’m not thinking straight.”

Sora closed his eyes and tried to drift off. But the world was too blinding white for his eyelids to block out. Sora tried covering his eyes with his arms, but he couldn’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep in this position. “Some lazy bum, I am…” Sora said dejectedly. How many times had Kairi called him that? Surely this endless plane of whiteness shouldn’t be too difficult to sleep through. But unlike the sunny skies at the beach, the lighting here was too artificial, too clinical, and much much too all consumingly WHITE!

Sora rolled over hoping that would help. And while it did, if only a little, he still couldn’t fall asleep. “Maybe thoughts of the night will help me.” Sora whispered. He tried picturing the night skies back at the Islands. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore as the tide rolled in. And the millions of brilliantly twinkling stars in the sky. Each one a world to themselves. And not a one would ever go out, after all he, Donald, and Goofy made sure of that.

It seemed to be working, Sora could have sworn the light sneaking past his eyelids was getting darker.

When at last Sora opened his eyes again, he was shocked to see the sky above had become just like he’d pictured. The white void that normally greeted him was still surrounding him in all directions but immediately overhead. Instead it was a thoroughly dark sky with all the stars Sora had been imagining earlier.

“What in all the worlds is going on?!” Sora shouted. Sora didn’t fail to note that this was the third time something had happened when he wasn’t looking. Was that the cause? Do things change when you close your eyes in this… wherever he was. Sora looked around, hoping to see an actual source for what caused the change in scenery. But aside from the different sky, everything else was still the same piercing white.

Sora furiously scratched at his head, trying to think of what was going on. When suddenly, a common thread hit him. Every time something changed, it was always something Sora was thinking of. Or, more accurately, picturing in his mind.

“It’s a nice idea, but can I prove it?’ Sora asked himself. Rotating his head left and right continued to think. “Well, I guess only one way to find out.” Sora was still pretty hungry. So he imagined the fruit cake Little Chef made for him. “He said it was a Tarte- something… Whatever the name isn’t important, just the look, and the smell, and the taste, and of course the…”

Sora wasn’t able to finish the thought before the cake he was imagining fell right on top of him. Sora shook pieces of cake off himself. “Okay next time, let’s imagine it appearing on a table right in front of me.” A part of him was annoyed at pelting himself with a cake. But he could hide the part of himself that was excited it actually worked.

Within moments Sora conjured up a large feast in front of himself with all his favorite foods adorning the table. And when he’d finished eating, Sora conjured a house and bedroom that looked just like his home back on the Islands. Not liking the view from the window, Sora imagined the view to look just as it did back home. The white void facing his window obeyed and shifted hues until it too appeared like that of a sandy beach at night.

Hopping into bed, Sora finally let out a contented breath. Maybe this wasn’t his real home. But for one night’s sleep, he’d feel at peace.

Sora had no idea how long he’d slept for. When he awoke, he assumed he must have woken up early. The rising sun still hadn’t broken over the horizon. So Sora rolled back over and fell back to sleep. When he awoke again he checked outside his window and saw the same thing. So he went back to sleep again. He did this again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

Finally, when Sora decided that he must have slept for far far far long enough, he got out of bed to investigate what was going on. Sora found himself unprepared as he stepped outside his door. He was blinded by the piercing white that awaited outside his door. Sora spent the next few minutes clutching his eyes, trying to adjust them to the brightness that was coming towards him.

“I don’t get!” Sora yelled. “It was so dark a second ago, why is it so bright now!?” Sora turned round the corner of his house and found his answer. “Oh yeah, that’s right…” Sora found the nighttime setting of the Islands on the other side of his house. Having woken up inside the familiar place, Sora had forgotten that he wasn’t really on his Island. “I guess, I need to teach this place how time works in order for there to be a change between day and night.”

He couldn’t risk forgetting he wasn’t really home again. So, Sora left this spot of the void behind. He hoped that as he continued to move, he would eventually find an exit to this place or maybe another person he could talk to.

Sora had lost track of how long he’d been moving for. He assumed days but feared weeks. The only thing he could use to keep track of time was an uncertain estimate of the amount of times he’d gone to sleep.

Sora was desperate for someone to talk to. He needed human interaction. Not even the joy of having anything he wanted to eat excited him now. It all just tasted like he remembered it. Never anything new. He tried to experiment in other ways. He created the cake Little Chef made for him again and a pile of salt on top of it. But the two tastes were completely distinct from the other. It didn’t taste like a salty Tarte- whatever. It tasted distinctively of cake, then distinctively of salt. The flavors were always completely separately from each other.

Sora trudged on. Each step Sora took was more sluggish than the last. Eventually he even ran out of things to say to himself and he just marched for days silently.

When suddenly, Sora had an idea. He did have a way to talk to the others! He focused hard on the Gummi Phone that had been given to him. All the operations and folders and things it could do. When Sora opened his eyes the Gummi Phone was within his hand. “Jackpot!” Sora shouted. His own voice sounding unfamiliar to his ears. He flipped through the phone and called Kairi. “Oh man, she is not going to believe this!”

Sora waited with bated breath as he heard his phone ring. He waited, and waited, and waited. Then finally he heard a voice.

An error message. “We’re sorry. The call you are trying to make could not be completed as dialed. Please leave a message and it will be sent once you are within range.”

“N-no… No! No, no, no, no!” Sora pleaded to the unlistening voice. He hung up and dialed it again. The same automated message played again. A flash of desperation ripped through Sora’s mind. “Kairi?! Kairi?! Are you there?! Please help me! I’m still alive! I’m lost in this void! Are you out there?!”

Sora fell to his knees as he pressed the end call button. The Gummi Phone never failed before. Even in the Realm of Sleep, Chip and Dale managed to call him. Where was he?! Did it not work because it was a creation from his mind? Or can he only affect things in this world. Regardless of why it wasn’t working, Sora didn’t feel like walking anymore. So, he willed a building, a bed, and a night sky into existence and laid down until he fell asleep.

“Hey, Riku. Just thought I’d call. I’m about to have something to eat. Nothing fancy, just some fish, mushrooms, and coconuts. You remember, right? Same thing we planned to eat back when we were going to take the raft out to find new worlds… Well anyway, call me back if you ever get this message.”

Sora ended the call. Still no signal apparently… All he could do for the past couple of days was try to send out calls. The automated system promised that if they ever called got into range they’d get the messages. But Sora worried that day might never come.

Sora sat alone at the table. Craving to have someone, anyone, to share some interaction with. The idea to try and create another person had come to Sora a few days earlier. But he’d tried to push the idea away from his mind. He told himself it wouldn’t be right to create a new person for as selfish a reason as needing someone to talk too. But the need was getting too powerful. Sora unconsciously thought of Kairi and Riku. By the time Sora opened his eyes and realized what he was doing, it was too late.

At the table sat two unmoving mannequins of his friends. “Guys, is it really you?” Sora ran over to them. But stopped as he approached them.

He’d created two people who looked like them. But they had no soul. No heart. They just sat at the table not even blinking. “Guys…? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do this…”

Sora didn’t have the heart to erase the two likenesses of his friends. But he couldn’t stand looking at them either, and knowing they were sitting outside his door while he slept was too much for him as well. They weren’t really human, just mounds of flesh that looked like his friends. And worst of all, he was responsible for creating them. So, he left them behind and moved on further until they were out of sight.

Sora had spent the next few days trying to forget what he had done. Despite that, their blank stares towards the empty plates on the table were still burned in his mind.

“I’ve got to do something to take things off my mind.” Sora announced one day. He was sick of recreating places that he’d visited before. Since it was easiest to create things from his memory, that’s what he usually did when he needed a place to sleep. “Maybe I should create someplace brand new… Hmm, I promised Neku and the others that I’d visit them in Shibuya, so maybe I should try to create a place like that.” Sora tried to imagine what the place would be like. Neku and the others made it sound like some kind of city. So maybe something like San Fransokyo. But a little less… Tech-y?”

Sora had spent what he assumed were weeks building high rises and skyscrapers. When Sora had visited San Fransokyo it was a mostly cloudless couple of days. So for Shibuya, he thought he’d make it overcast with a little rain thrown in. But despite the effort it took to create a brand new city, feelings of loneliness still clouded his mind.

One day Sora finally relented. He wouldn’t create someone he knew. After all, how could he hope to capture all of their intricacies and personality and put it into one thought. Besides, if anyone ever did finally come for him, he didn’t want them to think he tried to replace them with a shoddy fake. So he borrowed a familiar face. A face that didn’t belong to a real person.

“Yozora…” Sora whispered, trying to imagine the figure he saw on the Verum Rex boxes he saw back at the Toy Box world. Sora watched as the person began to form from nothingness in front of him.

“Who- who am I?” Yozora said in haze of newfound consciousness.

“You are Yozora,” Sora said, giddy to have someone to talk to after who knows how long he was in here.

“I’m Yozora…? Who are you?” Yozora spoke slowly, taking in his surroundings.

“My name’s Sora. I created this whole city. But most importantly I created you, so I’d have someone to talk to.”

“Someone… to talk to? What kind of person is Yozora?”

“I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to decide for yourself.” Sora looked at Yozora. He didn’t seem entirely satisfied with Sora’s answer. “I can help you decide on what kind of person you want to be. Would you like that?”

Yozora nodded. “That would be helpful. There’s a lot running through my head right now.”

Sora noticed Yozora was taking everything quite well. Sora was certain if he was suddenly morphed into existence, he’d be a bit more hysterical.

Sora wished Roxas was here. He might have been able to offer some insight on what suddenly being born was like. “Well, you look kinda like my friend Riku, so maybe we’ll use him as a base.”

“Okay, what’s he like?”

“Well, he’s kinda soft spoken, but also incredibly strong.” Sora flexed as he spoke, demonstrating his point.

Yozora hummed to himself as he considered the idea of learning more about Riku. “Somewhere inside me, I have memories of a Riku…”

“That makes sense. Since you both look a little similar, I guess I put a little of my memories of Riku into you.”

“Tell me about him, I only have bits and pieces.”

***

Sora continued to create more and more of his imagined Shibuya. His time with Yozora had taken a lot of the stress off Sora.

Sora climbed to the top of one of the buildings in the city. There Yozora sat just as Sora had expected.

“How’s your brooding going?” Sora asked with a chuckle.

“You’re sure this is what Riku does?” Yozora looked over to Sora, still sitting with one leg dangling over the ledge of the building. “Why doesn’t he just talk about what he’s feeling?”

“I don’t know.” Sora shrugged. “I’ve never understood it. My guess is, he has a lot that he wants to say, but doesn’t really know how to say it.” Sora looked at Yozora. Still obediently doing as Sora instructed. Sitting and brooding while Sora walked through the city, building more and more. Making the buildings of the city grow taller and adding new ones making the city wider. “But listen, Yozora, you don’t have to be a copy of Riku if you don’t want to be. I’ve really been using him as more of a template for you to follow only if you want to. If there’s anything you want to say, feel free to say it.” Sora smiled, hoping it would encourage Yozora to open to speak his mind.

“Well… I guess I have one question.” Yozora said darkly. Sora’s hairs stood on their ends as he anticipated the question. “Where do you think you are?”

Sora scrunched his face at the question. “Well, this is supposed to be Shibuya. I’ll admit I don’t actually know what the city looks like, but I think I did my best.”

“No.” Yozora said flatly. “I didn’t ask you what this place is supposed to be. I’m asking you where you think you are right now.” Yozora pointed far into the distance. Sora followed where his finger lead. Sora’s blood ran cold as he saw the far away traces of the white void he’d thought he’d left behind. “If you were still wandering in the void. Where would you say you were?”

“Yozora, why are you asking me that?” Sora asked, his voice shaking.

“Because I’m not Yozora.” His voice was monotone. “I’ve been talking to Riku and Kairi. The two you created and left behind. You didn’t give them the ability to speak, to breath, or even to think. But they still found a way to carve an identity out for themselves.”

“What are you talking about, Yozora. Those were husks. No, not even husks!” Sora babbled. He knew Yozora was hinting at something about this world. Sora could feel it. But Yozora wasn’t making it clear enough for Sora to understand.

“Maybe at first. But abandonment for so long in the plains of nothingness gave rise to a single emotion.” Yozora’s emotionless voice stopped before he locked eyes directly with Sora. “Anger. And anger transformed into hatred. And when they find you, it’ll turn into rage.”

“I-I didn’t mean to…” Sora tried to explain but Yozora cut him off.

“Explanations are past due for Riku and Kairi. They’re in the city and they’re looking for you, Sora.”

Sora legs could no longer support his own weight and he fell to the ground. “Pl-Pl-Please, Yozora, help me.” Sora struggled to pick himself up as he pleaded.

Yozora looked at him emotionlessly. “Let me ask you again, where do you think you are?” Yozora waited for Sora to respond. When it became clear that no response was coming Yozora continued to speak again. “I am a being made from within your heart, so I suppose I was born with this knowledge. So let me make it clear to you. You are trapped inside your own heart. You have absolute power over everything inside of here because you’ve abused the power of waking to the point that your heart traveled inside itself. The existence you’ve been going through is what people experience when their own heart tries to devour itself. And if the Riku and Kairi you’ve made find you… They’ll make sure that what I’ve said isn’t a metaphor.”

Sora ran from Yozora. Jumping across rooftops, Sora didn’t dare take the stairs. Fearing he might find himself trapped in a small space with the Riku and Kairi that were out there. Out to find him.

Sora leapt on to the roof of the tallest building. His heartbeat hammered iniside his chest. Slowly, Sora walked towards the edge of the building and looked down at the ground. The height was great enough that the landing would probably kill him. Sora tried to consider what he should do if he ran into them. He could erase them from existence if he tried to. Once he found them.

Or they found him.

And it would only take one thought for them to fall apart like dust. But Sora wasn’t sure he could do it. They might be after him, but they were still Riku and Kairi. He couldn’t do that to them no matter what. Quickly, Sora pulled out the Gummi Phone he’d created and tried calling Kairi again.

Still no signal.

“Kairi? Please get this quick! I don’t know what to do. They’re coming… They look like you and Riku, but they’re not. I didn’t mean to create them it was just kind of an accident. Anyway, please get here soon. Either you or Riku or anyone! I don’t care who, I just need help!” Sora hung up as another voice called out to him.

“Oh we’ll get here soon, Sora.”

“Yeah, sooner than you’d think.”

Sora swallowed as he turned around. The Riku and Kairi he’d created were standing in front of him now. Slowly they walked towards him. Each step closer to Sora was another step Sora took backwards.

“I told you, if we go to the highest building Sora would eventually show up on it,” the Kairi said.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” the Riku retorted.

Sora continued backing away from them. Too afraid to say anything. Eventually his foot found open air. Losing balance, Sora fell off the tall building. Towards the cement ground below.

Slowly, the world around him faded back into view. Sora picked himself up from the ground. He groaned as the dull pain spread over his body. “Of course. This is my heart, so I guess falling from great heights won’t kill me.” The memory of the Riku and Kairi waiting for him lingered in Sora’s mind. He looked around the city trying to see if they were anywhere nearby. He didn’t see them, so hopefully he wasn’t unconscious for very long and they were still climbing down the stairs to reach him. Sora moved quickly through the city hoping they’d lose track of him if he didn’t stay in one place.

***

Riku awoke in a strange unfamiliar city. It had only been a couple of days since they’d found Sora’s heart floating in a void between Realms. According to Yen Sid, Sora was trapped within his own heart. Neither asleep nor awake. The original plan was to try and find ways to coax Sora out of the state he was in. But that was quickly scrapped as he and Kairi began getting voicemails from Sora as they held his heart. The first couple they heard from him were concerning enough. But as they listened to more, the more disturbing they became. Especially the last one Sora had sent.

“They’re coming” and “They look like you and Riku”.

Riku dove into Sora’s heart as soon as he heard the last message. But now that he was inside Sora’s heart he was shocked at what he saw. A large city was not what he was expecting. Last time he traveled into Sora’s heart, it resembled the Islands they had grown up on. And the messages Sora sent talked about a white void.

But Riku didn’t have time to question the appearance inside Sora’s heart. Last time Sora had been dreaming. This time Sora was awake and prisoner within himself. Riku had to accept that things would be different this time. As Riku walked through the city, he was unaware another presence watched him from above.

Yozora could see the speck of a Riku wandering the streets below the building he ‘brooded’ on. He watched as the Riku walked. Something wasn’t right. He wasn’t the Riku Sora had mistakenly created. Could he have come from outside? Yozora wondered. Things were going to get interesting.

#kingdom hearts #Post Kingdom Hearts 3 #Fan Fiction #Set before the secret movie #Sora #Yozora #I guess you could call this a character study #I won't #But you can

3 notes · View notes

agreementtale · 4 years ago

Text

Chapter 21: Why the Pup couldn’t find the rabbit?

There may had been an error in their calculations…

Their foot was not hurting per se, but it was weird… it was a bit numb and couldn’t hold too much weight, or they would fall straight on their butt, which after learning this new information, was a bit sore.

They were using their stick to help them walk, it alleviated the weight on the leg, and didn’t bothered them too much.

Flowey hadn’t come back yet, and despite being concerned for his safety, they were also pleased they could prove they were able to survive all the traps along the way by their own.

Papyrus’ traps had been non-lethal today, more focused on just delaying the progress of whoever came from the Ruins, while at the same time stopping whoever came from Snowdin. Puzzles mostly, they missed that.

It seems he was taking all precautions for them not to reach Snowdin, and at the same time, keeping the citizens safely inside the city.

But that wasn’t a problem, they were fairly good at puzzles, so with more mentally challenging traps they could take their time analyzing the trap, and not tire their foot from excessive walking, they would always solve them in a couple of tries.

They found another dog station, in front of an empty field, the scene felt wrong, like the lack of people meant something else entirely… But they shook the feeling off and pressed on, finding a box of pomeraisins inside the station.

“Jackpot” they jumped inside, putting the box on their inventory.

Food was another thing they were going to struggle all too soon, but not today, so it was tomorrow’s trouble.

Now they just had to jump back to the path and keep–/

Pain.

They forgot, why did they forget?

Why didn’t they plan to land on their good foot? Why were they so… dumb sometimes…

Breathing heavily, they massaged their foot. Now it was hurting, and it was hurting bad. They couldn’t go on like this. They needed somewhere to rest.

They considered going back inside the station and waiting for the night, but there was still a few hours of light ahead, the guard responsible could come and find them anytime.

So they kept going, even if in a slow pace.

They could walk… it was just not very smart of them doing so. They considered eating the pomeraisins, but they had already eaten today, and they doubted it would heal a physical wound.

For their luck, the next puzzle was a sliding one, so they could just sit down and slide through the slippery ice, using the stick to move them around and solve the puzzle. After the sliding between some trees, for an indefinite amount of time, they remembered a place.

South.

There should be a cave around South where they could rest.

With difficulty they walked just a bit more, taking full advantage of their well-slept bonus HP on the encounter with Gyftrot, as they weren’t in the best conditions to dodge.

They thought about saving before the fight, but were not sure if they should. What if something had happened with Flowey and they saved over it? They couldn’t risk it.

Luckily, he relented after they undecorated him fully and offered a proper gift, gold, the only proper gift!

He let them pass after that, but somehow they could still feel eyes lingering on them through the mountain, it was a bit unnerving, but all their problems were solved once they reached that cave.

It was warm, way warmer than it should be on Snowdin. It was calm, way calmer than what it should be on a kill or be killed universe. They could feel in their soul the different atmosphere, listening to the music resonating in the magic of the place.

It lulled them to rest near the door in the center of the room. Despite all logic, they knew here was a safe place. So they accommodated their foot above one of the mushrooms, and slept.

The next morning they found their foot more swollen than before, harder to move, and hurting way more, but that was to be expected, didn’t matter that it was cold and in a soft an high place, or that they were compressing it with a shirt and cold water.

A sprained ankle wouldn’t heal overnight.

What made them figure, maybe if they played it right, they could make it heal faster. So they ate the pomeraisins, it didn’t even raise their HP fully, they had taken too much damage on the Gyftrot fight. But it did help with the pain.

Comfortably laying on the soft grass, in a room illuminated by mushrooms and eventual shinning specs of magic, they let themselves sleep the day away.

Next day they woke when the light still barely illuminated the cave entrance, dumping the soaked shirt above the ice and waiting for it to get cold again, they were on a dilemma.

They were hungry, there were three items in their inventory, only two they could consider eating right now, only one unimportant enough they could safely eat, without risking future trouble. And still… they weren’t sure if they could afford to eat it now…

They hadn’t heard of Flowey, their ankle was still swollen, they still could barely walk, and their toes were covered in frostbites… They were in dire need of healing, but if they ate the mustard now, they wouldn’t have anything to eat tomorrow, and who knows how bad would they still be tomorrow.

They had to save it for when they were about to fight, so they would have the energy to face the day and dodge…

Yep. They decided. No food today.

They were just going to lay there and sleep it off anyway, no need of energy for that. Time went by excruciatingly slow, but they refused to acknowledge it, their stomach growled more than once, but they just tried to get some sleep, which they did, only it was restless and nightmarish.

There was no one to comfort them, so they tried to go back to sleep, when they couldn’t they tried calling their mother, when she didn’t answer they tried finding patterns in the ceiling, when they couldn’t concentrate they tried losing themselves in their memories.

The last one was surprisingly easy.

They were awaken by yells.

“Finally!”

“Flowey?” he looked worried, but it could be the sleepiness pulling pranks on them

“I thought you would never wake up!” They cleaned their eyes with their sleeve, not able to blink the sleepiness away, but awake enough to notice his voice sounded concerned too.

“Good morning” Opening their eyes again, they tried to get used to the darkness.

“Is not morning, it’s night, you idiot!” he pressed something on their hands, it was cold “Eat it before you pass out” It was cylindrical too.

“Is that?” a popsicle! They ate it with gusto “Thank you, Flowey” it was sweet! A bit reddish than what they remembered, but who cared at this point? They always liked red fruits.

“You got out of food, didn’t you?” Busted.

“I still have some mustard” They could feel the magic working on them, passing through their mouth to belly and limbs.

“What did you eat yesterday?” As expected, the magic consumed turned into a green light emanating on their raised foot.

“Some Pomeraisins” if Flowey didn’t know they were wounded, now he knew.

“And before?” Or not, he didn’t turn to see where the light came from, more interested in his interrogation.

“Relish?” Why was he asking that? he had seen them eat it…

But he looked angry with their answer “You missed a day” at their confused noise he continued “Today is the fourth day I waste looking for you, do you have any idea what kind of trouble I went through?”

“Sorry…” Missed a day? How? Did they sleep that long?

“At least you found somewhere decent to hide” he said, slowly calming himself “if I couldn’t find you, no one else can”

Well, that’s exactly why they chose this cave in the first place “How did you?”

“Saw a Gyftrot walking around happy” he looked them in the eyes, making sure they saw his annoyance “Not just undecorated, but happy, so I thought, who is the only idiot stupid enough to go into the Gyftrot’s territory?”

“Me?” That was rhetorical.

“Then I thought” but he seemed to be having fun by making fun of them “Where is the most dangerous place they could go from here?” and didn’t the image warm their heart? “So of course I walked under the giants’ gaze on the hungry mountain and ended up in an abandoned cave”

“A cozy, warm and clean abandoned cave” They lift a finger to punctuate the corrections.

“… I didn’t understand that yet…” neither did them.

“You never been here?” but they would be safe resting here, that was all that mattered for now.

“What part of the ‘monster eating mountain’ you didn’t understand?” Safe and warm on the soft grass.

“Monster eating?” they yawned...

“Whatever!” he pushed them back to the ground “Just stay still, I think I can heal you again”

Again?

They hadn’t felt it on the first time, maybe they were sleeping? They were still tired, so they closed their eyes, just for a few seconds.

And soon Flowey was giving them another bisicle.

“I’ll eat it tomorrow”

“It is tomorrow” They opened their eyes just a little bit, the light on the entrance of the cave proved him right, so they ate it reluctantly

*--------------------*

“It was because she went down in the rabbit hole!” They chatted energetically while he took the damp shirt from their foot, for the tenth time today.

“Then why didn’t she just crawled back up in the first place?” Human stories were dumb “Even if there was a barrier, you said Alice was human, her soul should be strong enough to pass”

“Well, she fell so much she couldn’t find the entrance anymore” but he could see why they thought of this story right now.

“And you think this place is like that world? Somewhere where the rules don’t apply?” It made no sense, nothing here was supposed to be like this, it was like someone had cut a room in waterfalls and hid it in Snowdin.

“I can’t think of a better explanation” except it didn’t feel like there were hundreds of monsters lurking below the water, ready to dust him when he least expected “you feel it too, right? How its safe in here”

He nodded, as he felt the temperature of the shirt “As long as no one find us” it was not cold enough yet.

“No one found Alice” They should have been more careful, now their foot was broken.

“The chesire could” stupid human, always putting themselves in danger.

“And who would that be?”

He abandoned the shirt on the ice, turning to them “You have to ask?”

“You’re the one making associations”

“Grinning all the time? Appearing out of nowhere? Pulling pranks?”

“Not a clue” they lied, still smiling.

“Whatever” Stupid human with their stupid humor and stupid foot.

“I think we can go now”

“Do I look like I can carry you?”

“No, I mean, I’m fine now, can walk”

“No you’re not” their foot was still wrong, he could feel it in his attempts of healing it.

“I mean it, I can–/” he pressed the swollen part with a vine “/– walk… just fine”

“~So your foot is healed?~” he pressed harder.

“Yep” the way they grabbed the grass on their hands and held eye contact said otherwise.

“~Then you won’t mind a massage~” he put a wicked smile, the one that made smaller monsters uneasy and grabbed the foot with two of his vines.

“It would be very kind of you” they said between tightly closed teeth.

Not backing off, not even when he wriggled the vines on their leg, they usually flinched a little at the sensation, but not now.

It shouldn’t be hurting so much then.

“Tomorrow” he said taking his vines off of them and using his leaves to heal whatever damage he had just done “Its almost night, we stay here for the rest of the day”

They agreed, not saying a thing.

“How did you hurt yourself this bad anyway?”

“Oh!” there it was, the childish excitement again “You should have seen them, they were 2 meters tall!”

“They were what?” there they were, talking nonsense again.

“Two meters high”

“What the hell are meters?” And the excitement turned into confusion.

“What do you mean what are meters? How else do you measure the height of someone?”

“Feet?” Obviously?

“Whose feet? My feet?” they eyed him, tauntingly “Your feet?”

“I don’t know?” what did they mean, whose feet? It was just a foot! “The feet of an average footed monster? What even is a meter?”

“Its easy!” they perked up “Just a hundred centimeters”

That sounded dumb “So you have to count a hundred of something else? How dumb!” Really dumb.

“Not as dumb as feet! What am I supposed to do? Ask them to lay down and walk beside them, to see how high they are?” What? No! Idiot!

“At least everyone knows what a foot is! What the hell are centimeters?”

“Centi means a hundred, so, a centimeter is a meter divided by a hundred”

“…” what did he ever do to be mocked like this? “What is a meter then? – And if you say a hundred centimeters I’m going to scream!”

“Like…” they lifted their good leg in the air making a mark by the door “this tall”

“So is not based on anything?” was he supposed to know a random distance? “At least a foot exist”

“Several feet exist Flowey, in several sizes! A meter is a meter independent of the person”

“Then tell me what a meter is” surprisingly, they didn’t answered right away

“Is…” they didn’t answer at all

“~iiis?~” after so long living with them, he knew when he had won an argument.

“Wait” they said closing their eyes.

“You don’t know!” They always did this when were trying to remember something.

“I studied this I will remember…”

“…”

“And how much is a feet anyway? I don’t remember either…” Everyone knew what a feet was!

He extended his vines, making two marks on the ground near the lawing human.

They looked at the marking, then twisted on place, careful not to jostle their foot, but enough to touch the marks.

Carefully they put their thumb on the first line, extending their hand, then touched their pinky and moved their hand again.

“One and a half” they murmured “So twenty one times one and a half” oh, he knew what they were doing!

“So…” he couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice “You are telling me that when you want to know how long something is” they looked at him, still unaware of the irony “~you use a part of your body?~”

They frowned “I use my hands, Flowey” how funny was that? “I don’t step on it!”

They bantered like this for a few moments, then he went back to healing their foot, it was looking better, but he still wasn’t totally convinced they were ready for another fight.

“Oh!”

Out of nowhere, they jumped in place, like they had just been told the barrier broke by itself.

“I remember!” almost screamed with a giant smile on their face “It’s like, one ten-millionth of the distance from the equator to the pole measured on a meridian!”

“A what?”

“A meter!”

That made no sense.

They being so happy for it made no sense.

He shook his head and smiled.

What a stupid sibling he had.

______________________

First

Last

#AgreementTale #undertale #AGF!Flowey #AGF!Human #fanfiction #archieve of our own #long fic #description of injury

1 note · View note

batterymonster2021 · 6 years ago

Text

25 Small Facts You Didn't Know 3 Minutes Ago

New Post has been published on https://hititem.kr/25-small-facts-you-didnt-know-3-minutes-ago/

25 Small Facts You Didn't Know 3 Minutes Ago

Are you a curious person? Do not deny it! All of us are! The sector round us is filled with surprises and secrets and techniques, so it is impossible not to be. So right here i am to fulfill your curiosity, and rather probably make you the most proficient person in any room. 1. Chocolate milk was as soon as a treatment This scrumptious beverage used to be at the start invented via an Irish medical professional when he was once touring to Jamaica back within the 17th century and observed how locals drank water blended with cocoa. After returning home he made some changes to the recipe and it was bought at a drugstore. 2. Chook’s saliva is absolutely an luxurious delicacy You might think that caviar and cakes are the meals of the wealthy.But in China, they choose Birds nest soup, and the swiftlets’ saliva is certainly one of its elements. This bizarre dish is believed to have first rate flavor and be just right for wellbeing. Three. The popsicle was invented via an eleven-12 months-historical boy again in 1905, Frank Epperson, who used to be most effective 11, left a blend of powder flavored soda water with a stir stick in it on the porch. Considering it was once really cold external on that night, the drink froze. And that is how your favorite hot climate treat used to be born! Four. Bananas’ curved form What makes all bananas appear like crescent moons? This yellow fruit grows in rainforests the place there may be now not much daylight.That’s why bananas bend attempting to arrive for the breaks of light in the canopy. 5. Elephants can not jump You could have visible them leaping in cartoons but its definitely not possible. And now not best for the reason that it can be hard to do it when you weigh four plenty or extra. The elephants have relatively susceptible leg muscle mass and rather rigid ankles. 6. Flamingos are born white or grey It takes them as much as 3 years to get their mature crimson, orange, or pink plumage. And the colour of their feathers changes given that they consume a lot of brine shrimp and algae.That is why zoo flamingos could flip white if theres not sufficient of those elements in their weight loss plan. 7. Cats are not able to taste sugar It simply so happens that their style buds for sweet should not very responsive. If your cat ate sweet and was beautiful delighted, it doesn’t suggest the pet has a candy tooth. It was once on the whole more in regards to the fats contained in that sweet. Eight. Crocodiles are not able to stick their tongues out Wanna be aware of easy methods to inform a crocodile from an alligator? Alligators can stick out their tongues whilst crocodiles don’t.There is a membrane that holds their tongue in location on the roof of their mouth so it doesnt move, which protects their airway once they spend a lot time underwater. 9. Your fats cells do not simply disappear If you’re seeking to shed just a few kilos, you wont virtually lose fat cells. They stay with you but alternate their size. And if you acquire weight they grow better. 10. Visitors lights can also be blue. Sure, you’ll discover it in Japan. Some traffic lights there turn blue instead of green due to the fact that historically both colours had been named with the same word. Eleven. Charles Darwin invented an place of job chair This noted scientist was once the primary who came up with the notion to connect wheels to a chair in order that he would transfer round extra rapidly. Yeah, he used to be an actual genius in spite of everything! 12. Hawaiian pizza is in reality Canadian This pizza with ham and pineapples was invented in Ontario in 1962 by way of a Canadian chef. He named it Hawaiian after the manufacturer of canned pineapple he used. Thirteen. Snail tooth are the toughest common fabric there is a form of aquatic snail known as limpet.Limpet teeth are one hundred occasions thinner than a human hair but they may be able to withstand extra strain than it takes to create diamonds from carbon. Earlier than, it was once believed that spider silk used to be the strongest material in the usual world. 14. Tigers have striped epidermis they are saying a leopard can not exchange its spots. However tigers are not able to change their stripes either on the grounds that their skin has the equal stripe pattern as their fur. Besides, the stripe sample is distinct for every animal identical to human fingerprints. 15. Champagne was once once used as shoe polish Wanna consider like a nineteenth-century aristocrat? Then just sprinkle some champagne for your sneakers when you consider that that is how they made their footwear shine back then.16. Bulls do not hate purple regardless of normal notion, bulls are more commonly colorblind to purple and inexperienced. Its the motion of the swinging material that sends them into a charging frenzy within the ring, due to the fact that they recall it a threat. 17. Silver objects dont purify water from bacteria. Silver does have antibacterial residences. Nonetheless, simply hanging something silver within the water, whether or not its a spoon, chain, or coin, wont reduce it, given that there arent enough silver ions to get that cleaning influence. 18. A cockroach can reside with out its head if you happen to ever had these insects in your apartment then you know how tough it’s to get rid of them. They appear quite invincible! And its partly true, considering a cockroach can live for a few weeks even after decapitation. 19. Chocolate used to be as soon as a forex Many centuries ago a tribe called the Aztecs could not grow cacao in the dry highlands of crucial Mexico.That’s why they traded with the Maya and different peoples to get it. Average men and women in the Aztec empire also needed to pay taxes with cocoa seeds. 20. A dog is as wise as a boy or girl I imply, each pet owner already believes that their pooch is a genius, right? But now science backs up this notion. Puppies are approximately as smart as a 2-year-ancient child. 21. A town the place mobile phones are banned. Its rough to assume existence without telephones, however inexperienced bank, placed in West Virginia, has turn out to be a phone-free zone in the identify of science. Right here, no wireless signals are allowed considering they could interfere with the work of probably the most world’s biggest radio telescopes in the national Radio Astronomy Observatory. 22. Fidgeting burns calories well, it makes sense since moving manner blasting calories. However just hear me out: in case you sit all day fidgeting that you could burn a whopping 600 calories! So, maintain tapping your finger and shaking your knee if you want to stay fit! 23.Your hair involves traces of gold Yep, youre an actual treasure, my pal! There are up to 14 elements in each strand of your hair, including nanoparticles of gold. 24. A writer expected how the giant would sink In 1898, U.S. Author Morgan Robertson wrote a novel referred to as Futility. Within the guide, he described how the largest ship of its day, that was once called the Titan, hit an iceberg and went beneath. And in 1912 ordinarily the same occurred in real life. What a creepy twist of fate! 25. Sporting orange might be dangerous to your career Its consistently difficult to opt for what to wear for a job interview to make a just right affect.For some motive, hiring managers to find orange the worst color and are more likely to reject a candidate wearing it. In case you marvel, the first-class color to put on is blue! Which of these tips have been the most superb for you? Let every body know in the comments beneath! Recollect to present this video a like, share it with your acquaintances, and click on subscribe to stay on the intense aspect of life! .

0 notes

airoasis · 6 years ago

Text

25 Small Facts You Didn't Know 3 Minutes Ago

New Post has been published on https://hititem.kr/25-small-facts-you-didnt-know-3-minutes-ago/

25 Small Facts You Didn't Know 3 Minutes Ago

0 notes

barbaravanmeter18-blog · 6 years ago

Text

Is easily weight lose is possible?

What we’ve done is put together 10 tips that are diet neutral meaning these are tips that everyone can apply to their daily lives. While doing random tips aren’t going to help you drop a significant amount of weight we all need to start somewhere.

1. Start Small

Don’t try to lose 20 pounds in the first few days of starting a healthy lifestyle. That just isn’t realistic. Set smaller goals for yourself. Have that one big goal (let’s say 20 pounds), but set smaller goals that you need achieve to get to your main goal. When you set small goals, things will seem much easier for you. Once you start seeing that you can achieve your smaller goals, you’ll get a mental boost that will keep you motivated to achieve your bigger goals. You won’t need anybody else to try and motivate you to do your best. Having smaller goals will allow you to see each step you need to take to reach your big goal. It makes you realize that going from point A to point B has a lot of steps in between, it’s not just a big leap and you’re at your goal.

how to increase energy after 50 http://www.weightlossforover50.com/how-to-increase-energy-after-50/

2. Don’t Skip Meals

I know this may sound weird at first because it makes sense that if you don’t eat as much, you will be able to lose weight. For the people that think this, they are significantly setting themselves back. Don’t skip any meals. Even if you are in a rush going somewhere, you need to make sure you eat something. One missed meal can set you back quite a bit when you are trying to lose weight. You are more likely to keep fat on your body when you skip a meal. Again, it sounds weird but that’s how it really is. The only way you may be able to get away with skipping a meal and getting not holding onto the fat is if you are on target=”_blank”>a ketogenic diet. This type of diet is going to turn your body into one that burns fat first, instead of sugar. Your body will look to burn fat at all times of the day, so skipping a meal MAY not hurt you as much. When you don’t skip a meal, you are ensuring that your body stays awake. Breakfast, for example, wakes your metabolism up and gets everything else going. The sooner you can get your system going, the easier it will be to lose weight and keep it off. Skipping meals also leads to more cravings throughout the day. You are more likely to snack a lot more as well. These are factors that are going to cause you to gain weight no matter what kind of diet you’re on.

3. Visualize

Many people don’t understand the power of visualization. You have to be strong mentally to keep visualizing the same thing over and over again. You need to see the future you. See the pounds you want to lose just falling off your body. When you can see how you are going to look after dieting and working out after a few weeks, you are going to achieve that, as long as you take all the necessary steps to get that body. Even during days where you don’t feel like doing anything, you need to see yourself in a different way. Use that as motivation. The key to visualization is doing it every day. You can’t just do it once and expect that image to stay in your head. Visualizing what you’re going to look like on a daily basis will make everything easier and you’ll be more proud of yourself when you actually achieve that body.

Exercise for Flabby Arms for Seniors http://www.weightlossforover50.com/exercise-for-flabby-arms-for-seniors-getting-fit-at-50-and-beyond/

4. Popsicles…YUM!

Yes, popsicles. They aren’t made just for children. Popsicles are great for anybody that wants a quick snack that is low in calories and can help curb any cravings you may be having. You can make your own fruit popsicles if you don’t feel like having just a regular popsicle. They are fairly easy to make. Just cut up any fruit of your choosing, add it to an ice tray, fill in the empty space with water, place popsicle sticks in the tray, put the tray in the freezer, wait a couple hour and you have your own fruit popsicles. Depending on your diet, popsicles may go against it because a lot of them are filled with sugar. Just keep an eye out for what kind of popsicle you are eating and you’ll be okay.

5. Exercise

This should be a no-brainer to hear. You need to exercise if you want to lose weight. There are ways to lose weight with dieting, but exercise is going to help you drop weight much faster. You don’t have to workout for hours to lose weight. Being active for 30 minutes can get the job. Yes, working out longer is going to help you lose more weight, but you’ll be good with just 30 minutes if you are just starting out. Even if you can’t squeeze in 30 minutes, doing something every day is much better than doing nothing on some days. Try to break a sweat, increase your heart rate, force your lungs to work a little harder. The more you can make your body work, the more weight you can expect to be dropping.

How To Release Toxins From Fat Cells http://www.weightlossforover50.com/how-to-release-toxins-from-fat-cells-for-weight-loss-at-50-and-beyond/

6. Sit Right

Who knew that the way you’re sitting could stop you from losing certain weight. I bet you never knew that slouching could come back to hurt you. Having proper posture, standing or sitting, is going to work wonders for your body. The effects may not seem significant, but tiny adjustments in your posture will force your body to do work even though you might feel like you aren’t doing anything. Just sitting up straight in a chair can increase blood circulation to your core and force your abs to do more work. This is a simple way that you can drop weight. Even though it may not be a significant amount of weight, a little is always something positive to look to.

0 notes

tlarsonblog-blog · 6 years ago

Text

Activity 4: Exploration of Science Education Standards

Describe what is meant by Three-Dimensional Learning.

Three-Dimensional Learning is the process of combining practices, disciplinary core ideas, and cross- cutting concepts to help support teaching curriculum and state standards used in classrooms.

Practices help to define behaviors that scientists engage in as they investigate and build models and theories about the natural world and engineering practices. It is seen more as a skill to show scientific investigation and knowledge on how to complete the tasks, and it highly encourages inquiry.

Cross-Cutting Concepts is the process of linking different domains of science. These are concepts that need to be made apparent to students, so they can create organizational schema. Examples under cross-cutting concepts include cause and effect, proportion, and patterns.

Disciplinary Core Ideas help focus the instruction and assessment on the important concepts of science. They must have at least two of the following in order to be a core idea:

· Have a wide importance across many science or engineering concepts or key organizing concept across one discipline

· Provide an important tool for understanding or investigating additional complex ideas

· Relate to interests and life experiences of students or connected to a person concerning the scientific area

· Be teachable and learnable over multiple grades to increase knowledge depth

The ideas are grouped by physical sciences, life sciences, earth and space sciences, and engineering, technology and applications of science.

How are the Wisconsin Standards for Science (WSS) connected to other disciplines such as math and literacy?

Disciplinary literacy is the combination of the material knowledge, experiences, and skills combined with the ability to ready, write, listen, speak, and think critically to complete a task for a specific field of study. So, in science students are able to not only read directions for experiments, but are able to listen to directions, learn new vocabulary words, watch videos, and complete experiments to help combine literacy and science.

Disciplinary math is the combination of the material knowledge, experiences and skills combined with the ability to understand numbers, operations, directions, orders, measuring, and equations. This is combined in science as students have to measure materials, follow directions and operations, and be able to solve equations and understand numbers in order to get answers for an experiment.

The goal of all subjects should be cross disciplinary as students are able to get more out of learning, when they are learning more than one concept at once. They learn more with less burnout.

Describe something that you have done either in this class or outside of this class, perhaps in previous classes, that indicates that you have met the Performance Indicator.

SCI.ESS2.B.2 – Maps show where things are located. One can map the shapes and kinds of land and water in any area.

In 3rd grade we were introduced to maps by being shown different examples. However, once we understood what a map was and what it showed we were told to make our own. We were told that we had to create a map of our neighborhood. We drew out our map and created a key to help show what was located where. On my map I put things like houses, a pond that was behind my house, roads, and the park that was located in my neighborhood. By drawing that out and creating a key, I was able to help understand the location of everything in my neighborhood and how to portion that on a map. I was also able to show where there was water located by me, along with being able to tell what was located where based off the key that was on the map.

SCI.ETS3.C.K-2 – An engineering problem can have many solutions. The strength of a solution depends on how well it solves the problem.

In 5th grade, we had a competition in our science class. We were told that there were people in a car (a toy hot wheels car) that was stranded on an island (one desk) and needed to somehow get across to land again (another desk). We were only given toothpicks, marshmallows, Popsicle sticks, a ruler, scissors, and a foots worth of tape. In small groups of 4-5 people we had to figure out how we were going to get the car across by building something. Each group made something different including bridges and boats. It was obvious that some structures were stronger and solved the problem more than others as some structures didn’t even hold the weight of the car. This helped to show I met the performance indicator as I was able to solve an engineering problem, could see each group made something different so there were many solutions, and the fact that some structures didn’t even hold the car helped to show some solutions aren’t as strong if they don’t solve the problem.

SCI.LS2.A.2 – Plants depend on water and light to grow.

In my 6th grade science class, we took seeds (they were a leafy grass seed) and we planted them into soil. We then had a control group which was given 50 ml of water everyday and kept under a light that represents sunlight. We then had three study groups, one where we gave the plant 50 ml of water every day and kept it under no light, another where we just left the plant under the light without giving it water, and the last we gave the plant 50 ml of sprite everyday and kept it under the light. We then studied the plants everyday for two weeks and measured how tall the plant had grown each day and recorded the data. We found out our control group grew the tallest, with the other three hardly showing signs of growth or didn’t grow anything at all. That study really helped to show that plants need light and water to grow otherwise they don’t survive very well if at all.

0 notes

nmnostalgiadrabbles · 4 years ago

Text

Then and Now - Iwaoi

soooo put all three together bc that’s what I should’ve done in the first place lol

The story of Oikawa and Iwaizumi, over the years.