#ehhhh not my best but I think it came out okay
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~Story Drabble Time!!~ #4
(P.S. - Please read the other p.s segments in Story Drabble Time #1 + 2 in order to be filled in on some ‘important’ information! But other wise, hope you enjoy!)
She had blood on her hands. Never wanted, stained by the ones who dared to touch her loved ones with sullied hands. Forced to fight to protect those close to her. Her pacifist nature thrown to the wind when such times arise, a moment of fight or die with innocent lives as the price.
She has blood on her hands. From battling Gods to divine beings of vast natures, from demons to angels, and from humans to other humanoid races. She fought them with the will to keep those she called her people safe from their cruelty. Gaining scars as tallies of the many battles she survived, she won. And resetting with each rebirth.
She never wanted the blood that’s on her hands. But she knew that not all situations can be solved with pacifistic intentions. She knew because she lived through it the first time she was born, when envious, greedy, power hungry minor Gods wanted the power she held. A small child of seven years old was exposed to the tainting nature of those who would kill in order to get what they wanted. And joined her people in the dark, bloody acts of war from then on until her last breaths.
She joined when she didn’t need to, but did so as her duty of the next monarch. Fighting alongside her parents for the freedom of her homeland. Watching those she bonded with fall from heavy injuries, crying out from the pain as they died right in front of her eyes. Those scenes never leaving her mind for many lifetimes to come. Flashing behind her eyelids when she closed them for even a brief moment.
Even while knowing they would never curse her, forsake her for their deaths, she simply couldn’t help but feel the guilt eat away at her. Even more so when she failed to save the two she loved more than anything during that lifetime. Her parents. Even now she can remember it all clearly. The guillotine, the citizens watching in silent horror, the enemy guards stationed to prevent anyone from pulling a last minuet rebellion, and….them.
The ones that started it all, those minor Gods that destroyed the peace of her home all for her power. Sitting in a clear view of her parents, smiling with malicious pride at their failure. But behind that smile was fury of not having what they waged this war for in their grasp. Having been hidden away from them in order to protect her, watching in a desperate plea to break away from the floating protective cage, and join back in the fight.
Everything else happened so fast, breaking free from the cage, crash landing into the crowd and fighting through the guards and gods stationed there to get to them. So close, so close she was, just a mere 6 feet away and she could release them when it all came crumbling down. The ropes that held the blades where cut by stray arrows, the last words they said uttered softly as their heads where cut off, and the blood that sprayed out reaching the tips of her armored feet. Frozen in disbelief, unable to accept what just happened rendered her guard down. Leading to a sword being impaled from her back through her chest. The culprit being the leader behind the minor Gods declaration of war.
The only things she felt at that moment was the pain of her soul being ripped apart and put back together, a pain that would occur should any of her loved ones die by ulterior means, along with hysteric rage. Leading her to take the head of the one who started it all with a swift motion of her arm, letting the body and head slump to the ground as the chaos around her came to a stop. Slowly stumbling towards the bodies of her parents, giving her people one last speech before succumbing to her own wounds. As the tears she had yet to shed trailed down her face, caressing her in the unsaid place of grief…..
….later awaking in the body of a newborn, inside a entirely different world did she know she would never truly die.
She had blood on her hands. She has blood on her hands. She never wanted blood on her hands. But with every lifetime she’s lived she soon learned that pacifism won’t always be an option, especially when a world’s default rules where kill or be killed. And so, she trained endlessly. To protect and fight for her loved one. To protect and fight for the innocent and the ones in need. She decided that if she needed to fight with the intent to kill, then that would be the last option.
It didn’t matter, it would always be the last option. After all she promised her late first parents to protect and love those she bonded with everything she was. Never again would she lose her people the way she lost them, even when their death was inevitable. It would at least be by natural causes and surrounded by those they loved. Never by the malicious intent of others. She would make sure of that even when she couldn’t go back to their worlds then, she had her ways.
After living so many lives, she would grow out of the guilt that ate at her heart and mind, with the help of her soul brothers and sisters. Slowly taking baby steps to help her with the nightmares and flashbacks she would receive in times of great stress. And in time using those memories to fuel her determination to honor those who had fallen in that war, and keep her final promise.
She would live by this promise for the rest of her endless lifetimes no matter the situation, or so help her and those who drew her ire. For they should pray for their existence.
#ehhhh not my best but I think it came out okay#legit had this thought when I woke up#somewhat of my oc’s origin story???#idk I just went with the flow with this#its basically angst and I don’t like it#is it angst??#please say sike rn I swear I didn’t mean to make it like this#its so sad??? why???#my brain really said ‘fuck you it’s angst time’ omg
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Yeah so I decided to update Susan's ref sheet because oh my god it's so fucking ugly-
But yeah, I'm much more satisfied with this one because I've developed my style for drawing these fuckers a lot better and the pose radiates more personality.
Old ref: https://www.tumblr.com/magewolf-the-artist/743345425139040256/on-this-episode-of-walten-files-brainrot-heyyyyyy?source=share
Here's her bio with a couple add-ons:
Apparently she's British (Her accent is still a mystery to me but I've seen a couple people say this so ehhhh). So my headcanon is that her family immigrated to the US when she was four, so while she does have an accent, she doesn't really say any slang. Occasionally she might call someone a twit (affectionate) or a twat (derogatory), but that's about it.
At some point during her fun little maze adventure, the neck cables that held up the animatronic head snapped due to the constant pressure of Susan's broken ass neck forcing her head to loll to the side. While at the facility she found that she can use metal ties to hold the cables upright. She has to tighten them constantly though or else her vision will be forced into portrait mode
Ashley fixed the cable while she, Kevin, and Hilary were there and Susan is forever grateful to her
She probably accidently breaks it again through something stupid like bumping her head against the door frame or something and boy oh boy was she PISSED
On that topic, she tries her best to upkeep her and everyone else's bodies but there's only so much she can do with limited tools and slightly worse motor skills (imagine doing a task that requires very precise movements through winter gloves and you'll pretty much get the idea)
She refuses to repair Bon though and tells him to figure it out himself.
She's become way more snappy, short tempered, and easily frustrated after her death. Trauma, baby!
Susan kinda acts as a shoulder to vent to whenever anyone needs to talk. She can’t really offer much in response or comfort since A, she’s the type to push things away and compartmentalize, and B… well, she can’t exactly promise everything’s gonna be okay, now can she? Still, sometimes it’s nice to just talk
Some days though she just kinda… shuts down emotionally. Just kinda lays on the floor and can’t find any motivation to get up or do anything. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, staring blankly into space
Charles usually stays with her during these episodes and depending on the day, he either just sits with her quietly or rambles about random shit like he did when they were alive
Her sleep schedule was super fucked up when they all came to the facility because she was used to being up and around at night. It's gotten better but she still sometimes wakes up buttfuck early and has come to appreciate the serenity of the nights (RETCONNED)
Probably the most casual about her death, as opposed to Rosemary's crying and Charles desperately trying to change the subject
She walks with a very distinctive shuffle, something she picked up from her fun little maze adventure because the weird shuffle walk helped lessen the pain she put herself through and conserved energy. It used to be a lot more pronounced but it's faded slightly overtime
Usually hangs out with Charles
Is constantly exasperated by Charles' antics
To pass the time she either plays card games with Charles or organizes the tools in the maintenance closet
She tried to talk to Rosemary when they were first brought to the K-9 facility but only got silence in return. She's kinda just given up now and mostly leaves her alone
Is the most familiar with Bon's abilities and didn't even bother trying to escape the facility because she knew it was futile
Helps coach everyone but Rocket on how to move
When helping Ashley figure out to move she probably made an off-handed comment like, "if you think that's hard, imagine having to learn how to do this while being alive" and only realized Ashley had no context for that when she gave her a very confused and worried look
Hates Bon's guts and is usually annoyed/angry with him
She also hates Felix's guts, but everyone does so it's not anything special.
#the walten files#walten files#susan woodings#twf fanart#twf banny#twf susan#the walten files fanart#Domestic K-9
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*oop almost forgot to post* -BUUUT, looks like HB's second-half of S1's finale is finally here! 👀Lets talk about it~
Spoiler thoughts below for those who haven't seen it-
The Positives:
-The background & Gluttony ring setting were pretty gorgeous to look at, wonderfully sickly sweet & inviting with all the honeycomb/beehive aesthetics~
-Kudos to Kesha making a stellar guest appearance as "Queen Bee(-lzebub)"; a charismatic and charming party girl who turned out to have more of a heart when it all came down to it (making sure everyone was well-fed, nudging Loona to go look after Blitz, her tender side to Tex, etc.), what a vibe~ 😊
-Loona gets to shine again in a speaking role, and this time wasn't too overly-moody/aggressive, but more anxious and unsure of how to make friends with all these wild party guests (which I'm sure anyone could relate to, in some degree 🥺). Even getting to see her acknowledging more of Blitz as her dad was a nice touch (for the time being at least) ^^
-Nice to see Blitz arrive as he could to help out Loonie, even after he already had a stressful night from "Ozzie's" (+drank himself silly at Bee's party), his daughter's presence being there for him in the darkest parts of his life is what matters most, aww~ ☺️
-Tex gets to return as the best wolf bro that he is, and his lil moments with his girlfriend Bee (while arguably a bit overdone with the “royalty x commoner” theme, given some other HB pairs we got atm-) were still pretty wholesome on their own too~ 💛
The Negatives:
-As sweet as it was to see more of Loona's softer/vulnerable side (especially when tending to her dad at the end)... idk, it just makes me all the more crushed at how "Seeing Stars" just threw away that potential development out the window, so her & Blitz actually get along for once here isn't meant to "mean" anything in the long run… 😔*sighs*
-Pacing felt a teeeensy bit rushed/unfinished in some parts... like on one hand you have Bee's song running for a good chunk of time (like a standard iTunes single), but stuff like Loona's anxiety/rivalry with those snobby dogs at the party wasn't really addressed afterwards once Blitz entered the picture (opting instead for filler of him drinking/fooling around while Loona's just... kinda "there", up until they go home)? Idk, I kinda get in-hindsight why Viv had to make this a shorter ep, but in this sense I feel like just a few more mins added could've really enhanced the story a lil better.
-While the tonal shifts weren't... too clunkily-handled compared to some of S2's lineup, I'll admit there's some parts that could've used a bit of tweaking in the emotional bits imo (Like Blitz just abruptly throwing up after moping about his love life... while funny initially, it still makes one wonder if it really "needed" to be there, yknow?)
-Enjoyably catchy as a classic lil callback to the early 2000s!era of pop/clubbing music… after a few listens. "Cotton Candy" does feel a lil too long/repetitive in a couple parts, I'll admit .w.; Which… probably was the intention now that I think about it ('cause yknow, Gluttony-) buuuut, ye lol
-As much as I enjoyed seeing Tex & his friendship with Loona again... ehhhh, with her lowkey still seeming to have a crush on him (+her implied jealousy at Bee), I'm a bit afraid this might lead to some unnecessary love triangle bs if not handled carefully .x.; Since we already got enough of that with Blitz' love life atm, we really don't need more melodrama tbh >>
-Finally... yeaaaaah I know this is already getting kinda "debated" enough already in the fandom, but as far as my thoughts on Bee's design goes? ...Kiiiiiinda don't really know what to think still tbh- ^^;;
Like, okay there's parts I do genuinely love about it, like the bee-theming, the honey hair & lava lamp aesthetic (+the lowkey-callback to the "Die Young" wolf girl was a cute touch)... buuuuut then you get to the random canine-bod/blue tuft of hair that the design just loses me from there, I'm afraid glkjgk .w.;;
Again, I don't hate the canon Bee design overall, and I'm curious to see if she'll make any other reappearances down the line (even if they might need to recast her for budget issues like w/ Striker)... buuut idk, if I had to personally reimagine her myself I'd personally lean more to her being a cute bee demon imho .3.
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-Aaaaand yeah, that about covers it for my thoughts regarding this ep! :> I'd say overall I'd give it.... hmm, a B-rank perhaps? (hehe bee pun-) .3. A lil heavy on the filler in some parts (and in the long run could arguably be one of the more "skippable" eps), but for what its worth it had some good vibing moments for me as a palate-cleanser to some of the "lesser" S2 eps, previously ^^ 👍
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not having tumblr on my phone/ipad (yes even on my ipad from when i used to draw, sue me) is so helpful because i can be productive and not get distracted because it's pretty easy to not open the desktop vers BUT NOT OPENING THE DESKTOP VERS PUTS ME SO BEHIND SO UH
happy lantern rite!! hope you all had the best of fortune when it came to pulling for cloud retainer/xianyun and nahida!! (or ga-ming because honestly same) I ALSO HAVE A REALLY FUNNY STORY ABOUT PULLING THAT I'LL PUT LATER FOR SAKE OF LENGTH
happy valentine's day! it marks the 1 year of my greatest betrayal (my v-day event that just never got done......... i'm sorry guys i'll be much better from now on i promise)
HAPPY T-2 DAYS UNTIL HAIKYUU MOVIE?????? very excited lowkey i've been withholding from the manga that way it'll be fresh and new and exciting and then i can go back and enjoy the manga (i think i heard it's better the other way but i also simply just do not have the time to read any manga rn T-T)
uhhh what else....... oh HAPPY 2024!! lunar new year passed recently! may your year be filled with light and great fortune >:3
okay now really quickly for the story time:
was at my friend's apartment because we were having a studio ghibli marathon night (i could not survive... after move #4 i tapped out i could not do it anymore)
anyways after we were like yeah let's stop watching we went to my other friend's apt to just hang out and then it got like pretty late and they're all like huge dnd fans and so they have dice out and around but i'm jumping ahead, second friend also has playing cards in his apt and he was like doing card tricks (the throwing kind) and then when it hit like late 11pm he was like hm you should go to bed but i was like ehhhh i don't wanna so we put it up to chance, he pulled out quite a bit of cards and fanned them out and was like if it's clubs or spades you have to go home and hearts and diamonds are good and i pulled hearts (wow look at the genshin in me) so yay i didn't have to go home
THEN it hit much later (after much of throwing cards and having fun, also dw no cards or walls were harmed!) he had exactly 3 cards in his hand and i had no idea which, and it was again clubs and spades go home and he looked at it and went like :000000 and i thought it was because i was guaranteed going home and so i was like eh whatever if i have to go home i have to go home, but it turns out it was 1 club, 1 ♤, and 1 heart (i have autocorrect for the spAde, sorry guys) and !!! i pulled the heart AGAIN!! woo luck!! why can't i have this luck when it comes to genshin or hsr (or crk) </3
AND THEN he did it again to like really test my luck
and guess what? hearts again i was on a ROLL
and he was talking about like the probabilities and whatnot and i was like bro you're talking to a genshin player rn
and for simplicity's sake i only "named" 2 friends but we were a group of like 5? so another friend was like you should pull on genshin to really test your luck
my phone was on 10% (also i had to redownload genshin because i took it off my phone for mental wellbeing purposes) and so i was like what if it dies lol
anyways skip forward i pull
but now like any good anime i bring up some backstory (but mine isn't really backstory)
i pulled like the week before because i got peer (bf?) pressured by my bf to pull and like i was at ~45 pity, pulled, got "early" ended up being diluc BUT fortunately that was from the like wish part and not the primos part so i still had 90 wishes worth of primos!! pulled obviously guaranteed xianyun
okay
i didn't pull after that
return to present time
i pull it's literally 0 pity, 1 10 pull, ONE
gold.
GOLD.
Y'ALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT IN MY HEAD (it was 1am i couldn't actually scream)
AND GUESS WHAT
IT WAS XIANYUN
my luck that day was insane
anyways that was the story time i ended up going home after that because i was nearing the point where i would despise myself in the morning (8am class </3)
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haha okay I saw someone in the comments talking about Chinese prestige television and WELL I am made for giving recs (bear with me some of these will be old and therefore have ehhhh eng subtitles) BUT lets go on a ride through "television this second generation chinese american's family thought represented the peak of television." (understand though that my family is into historicals, so we don't know anything about like, most beloved modern dramas etc)
No list is ever complete when talking about Chinese Literary or Television canon without mentioning Cao Xueqing's Dream of Red Mansions which, alongside being one of the greatest Chinese novels ever written has some truly stunning adaptations to screen. The two that I have seen recced most often by Redologists as THE adaptations are the 1988 version produced by Xie Tieli and at 735 is also the longest Chinese film ever made, or the 1987 TV show which remains the best and most popular TV show adaptation of the novel according to pretty much everyone I've met.
Next up, the 1994 version of Romance of the Three Kingdoms was considered iirc, one of the most expensive TV shows ever made, had over 400,000 cast members, live acted battle sequences for the major historical battles, and is and remains IMMENSELY popular as the gold standard of Three Kingdoms adaptations.
Da Ran Fang (2003) I think is also considered one of the gold standard dramas of depicting business and China in the 20th century. It won a bunch of awards when it came out and remains iirc highly popular! But I would rank this one as like, less well known and prestigious than the other two.
No list would be complete without THE classic Journey to the West adaptation either! The 1996 classic also features the most famous Monkey King who comes from a long history of their family playing the Monkey King and is incredibly well known and beloved in the Sinosphere.
I think yeah, these are some good places to start. I would not say that these are my MOST FAVORITEST cdramas or however, but you know, prestige television is like that in a way for me. (I also kept out anything that was a movie and not a tv show bc you asked for tv shows, but I'd say that like, there's typically a lot more prestige television in movies? if you want those as well hmu!) if you DO want my list of favorite cdramas feel free to hmu though.
I may also consult with both my parents and wider family members to see what they think are like THE tv shows of China so stay tuned for what they say as well! :D
I’m googling “best Chinese television show” , which I do realize is a very reductive question because if someone asked “hey what’s the best American television show,” it’d be impossible to answer because that’s such a broad category with such vague criteria. But contenders for that title would still jump to mind, right? Like it’s an impossible question, but it’s because you’re comparing Mad Men to MASH to Breaking Bad to I Love Lucy to The Wire to The Simpsons, not because you can’t think of shows that could make claims to that title. Anyway, turns out answering the question of “what tv shows are in the nation’s metaphorical canon” is perhaps difficult. Someone please tell me what China’s Twin Peaks is.
#cdrama#like how could you have a list of prestige tv without like#MENTIONING red mansions#it's unfathomable it's bizarre#no list would ever be complete without it
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Tw! Vomit, deadass just imagine being drunk and colin taking care of you, making sure your okay, holding you hair back while you vomit, rubbing your back, helping you get into bed, and teasing you when your hungover in the morning
Omg yes this would be so cute! I changed it up just a little bit to add some plot and now I kinda want to a part 2 to this but anyway I hope you like it!
Oh What A Night
Summary: Colin takes care of you while you are drunk and you accidently confess to him.
Word Count: 1600
Colin didn't expect your friends to call him. He was just getting ready to head home from the station when he got a call from an unknown number, he raised his eyebrow at it but answered it anyway. “Hello?”
“Is this Colin?”
“Yeah who is this?”
“This is Ari, (y/n)’s friend.” He was a little taken aback, he stopped what he was doing giving his whole attention to the person on the other end. “Can you come and get her?”
“Is she okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.
“Ehhhh, she’s fine just like really drunk.” Your friend shouted over the noise of the bar.
“I’m sorry but why did you call me?”
“She asked for you.” His heart skipped a beat at hearing that. Colin had had a crush on you for a while now, you worked at the station in the records department and you two had become quick friends. He really liked you but was scared of ruining your guys friendship.
“Okay I’ll be right there.”
When Colin got to the bar he found you sitting at the bar surrounded by your friends. You all were a giggling mess except for one friend who had an annoyed look on her face as she watched the rest of you. He was guessing she was your guys designated guardian for the night. She saw him walk in and gave a sigh of relief motioning him over. “Hey thanks for coming, I tried to get her to come home with the rest of us but she kept saying she wanted you.” Colin nodded.
“Okay girls.” Ari called grabbing your other friends by their hands. “Let’s go.” They all groaned as she dragged them out of the bar.
Colin made his way to you. “Hey (y/n).
You looked up at him, eyes squinting. “Heyyyyyy it’s you!” You giggled out.
“Yeah it’s me.” He let out a little laugh at the way your voice slurred. “You ready to go?”
“No I can’t go.” You gave him a lopsided smile. “I’m waiting for my friend to come and pick me up.” You had already forgotten it was Colin who was right in front of you. Colin had dealt with his fair share of drunks before so he just decided to play along in the hopes he could convince you to come home.
‘You friend?”
“Mhmm.” You sat up straighter in your stool. “His name is Colin Zabel and he’s the detective from the county.” He laughed at how you introduced him.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. He's the best detective ever!” You shouted, other people looked over at you with annoyed looks but Colin just gave you an amused one.
“Really he’s the best?”
“Uh-huh. He’s so smart and sweet and kind. And his eyes.” You let out a big sigh. “His eyes are so pretty I could get lost in them. ” He felt his face heat up at your words, he couldn't believe that you thought his eyes were pretty. He had always found them to be dull and boring himself. You rambled on giving him compliments here and there. He ate them up nodding along and turning more red with each word. Then you stopped and leaned in closer towards him. Propping your face up in your hand, he mirrored your action. “You wanna know a secret?”
“Sure.” He smiled softly at you. A part of him knew he should be trying to convince you to leave but the more selfish part of home wanted to sit here with you longer. You looked around before pulling him closer by his coat. He blushed at how close you were to him, you leaned in close to his ear. “I have a crush.” You whispered giggling.
Colin felt his heart drop at your confession, a sick feeling overtaking his chest. That was the last thing he wanted to hear at the moment. Because as wonderful as you are if you had a crush on someone he knew it would be on someone who he could never compete with. Someone far better than him. He slowly got up and readjusted his coat. “I think we should get going.”
“Wait!” You said reaching for him, and falling off your stool. He caught you and helped you back up, you were staring at him intently with your big doe eyes. “Don’t you wanna know who my crush is?”
“(y/n) I-”
You stopped him by placing your hand over his mouth. “Shhhh. I need to tell you my crush.” He shook his head in ano and you nodded yours. “Yes let me!” You leaned up to whisper in his ear. “I have a crush on…” You paused a fit of giggles overtaking you. He closed his eyes waiting for you to say the name of some random guy. And preparing himself for the utter desperation he would have when he heard a name that wasn't his. You started again trying to stop yourself from giggling. “I have a crush on Detective Colin Zabel from the county!” You pulled away and he looked at you with a shocked expression.
“What?”
“I have a crush on Colin Zabel from the county!” You said it again louder now, but right in his ear. He felt his face split in a smile. He knew it was a chance that this was just the alcohol talking but it gave him hope that maybe you really did return his feelings. He looked down at you to see you had fallen asleep on his arm. He gently shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and yawned looking up at him. “Hey Colin! When did you get here?” You asked, he let out a sigh at your relapsed memory.
He resisted the urge to ask you about your drunk confession and just gave you a gentle smile. “I came to take you home.”
“Okay!”
It was a struggle to get you into your house. You kept tripping over your own feet and stopping him to make him look at some random thing you had found. After a while he decided it would be easier if he just carried you in. He picked you up bridal style and you squealed holding tightly onto his shirt. He unlocked your door and carried you through the doorway. “Just married!” You screamed confusing his actions. You turned to face him and grabbed his face in your hands and kissed him. He stiffened in your touch but before he could react you had already jumped out of his arms. He placed a hand over his mouth still trying to process what had happened.
When he looked back up you had disappeared. He started to panic until he saw the light illuminating from the hallway. He rounded the corner and saw you huddled over the toilet puking your stomach out. He kneeled down next to you and pulled your hair back for you, rubbing your back as you started to dry heave. You reached up to flush the toilet and clean your mouth.
“Sorry you had to see that.” You said with a raspy voice.
“It’s okay. I’ve spent more than my fair share of nights puking into a toilet.”
You smiled at him and moved to sit next to him on the floor. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“No.” You said snuggling closer to him.
“Come on you need to get to bed.”
“But if I go to bed you’re going to leave me.” You mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt.
“I won’t leave.”
“Really?” You asked turning in his arms to face him.
“Really.” he smiled and held you up. You didn’t feel like changing so you just collapsed on your bed and pulled the covers closer to your body. He moved to leave but you stopped him. “Lay with me?”
“I can’t.” You got out of bed and went over to him. You took his hand and led him back to the bed and ladi down, motioning for him to lay down with you. You wrapped his arms around you and scooted yourself closer to his stiff form. You laid face to face, he watched as your eyes fluttered closed and you drifted into a deep slumber.
He slowly moved your arms off him and got out of the bed. As much as he would like to lay with you he didn't feel right doing it right now. He didn't want you to wake up and wonder if he tried to take advantage of you. He closed your bedroom door and made his way back to the living room. He laid down on the couch and draped his coat over himself, he had promised you that he would stay.
You woke up with a pounding headache, you covered yourself with your blanket trying to block the streaming sunlight. You felt yourself drifting back to sleep until you sprang up in bed the memories of last night coming back to you. You slowly got out of bed and made your way to the living room. It was empty, you let out a sign of relief last night. It must have been a dream.
You turned to go to the kitchen and felt your heart stop. Colin was at your stove cooking up breakfast and wearing your apron. Upon seeing you he gave you a playful smile. “I see sleeping beauty is finally up. You had quite a night last night.”
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Episode 6
Welp. We made it.
As predicted by multiple commenters, Ep 5 was the trauma-heavy one, and Ep 6 was lighter in comparison--mostly plot and a wee bit of character development. And also a CGI fight sequence I choose to describe as "Kaiju, but also Egyptomania".
Marc's reunion with Steven was well-done. Again, my big fear is DID being monsterized, and this was the opposite of that, so well and good. I would have added a line about Marc expecting to die when he gave the heart to Steven, but ehhhh. It's fine. Probably.
I'm not sure highlighting the difference between Khonshu and Ammit as a minor theological squabble was the right move, writing-wise, especially since the whole thing boils down to an argument about free will vs. destiny while 1) that is an argument that nobody really wins in contemporary media and 2) Moon Knight might be the single worst Marvel hero to involve in that discussion. Oh, well. Still rhetorically clearer than FATWS.
Layla's turn as an avatar was fun, although it did get me and roomie arguing about whether she was too similar to Wonder Woman. (I maintain that if Marc is Marvel Batman and Layla is Marvel Wonder Woman, that just makes their relationship WonderBat, which I enjoy immensely, so SHUSH.)
Marc's decision not to kill Harrow was ... interesting? Weird? I dunno, this kind of seemed like a valid use case for Marc VERY occasionally killing someone, what with the apocalypse and all. I get the reasoning behind Marc choosing not to kill anyone at the climax, but it fell a bit flat for me that his actual proposed solution was just...leaving?
Okay, Jake. Let's talk about Jake, because on the one hand, I did get to hear Oscar Isaac speak Spanish, and on the other, eek.
So one last bit of Kat's Dead Brother Lore (and please remember that if you are shitty about him, the bears will eat you): he had at least one alter that I never met but that was, by all accounts, a fucking nightmare. Nearly took my dad out with a carpet knife once. (I am not saying Dad didn't say or do something to deserve it, mind you. But in context, he could have just loomed over my brother by accident in the wrong moment. This alter was not a discerning soul.) According to my brother's best guess, this alter, whom I'll call S because fuck if I'm saying his name when I'm not even saying my bro's, came into being to absorb abuse from his biological parents and, eventually, to protect him and his younger bio-bro from said abuse. Everything I heard about S aligned with what I later experienced with one of MY biological siblings, sometimes referred to on here as my ex-brother. My ex-bro checks all the boxes for psychopathy and is the main reason I have PTSD. So with all that context, I'm prepared to call S a scary motherfucker.
And yes, S is why my brother died in prison. He did something horrifying. I will not elaborate beyond saying that nobody died, and that's probably why no one tried to death-penalty my brother.
Anyway. Jake.
Jake reminds me of S in some ways, although he's obviously much more organized, at least with Khonshu directing him. He's also, uh, MUCH more comfortable with lethal violence than S ever seemed to be. The people S hurt were usually people he perceived, rightly or wrongly, as threats. There were an awful lot of bodies in that hallway that I doubt could have been interpreted as threats to Marc or Steven.
That leads me to an interesting place, emotionally. Maybe it's because I'm used to thinking of my brother as a victim in many ways, but if Jake originated as a protector for Marc and Steven--someone who took the worst of the abuse at first and maybe did the worst of the violence later on--then his continued willingness to work for Khonshu might be another layer of self-victimization.
Put simply, Marc was willing to destroy himself for Steven. Is Jake doing the same for Marc? Perhaps making a private deal with Khonshu to let the other two go so easily? Does Jake see himself as an acceptable loss for his brothers' freedom? Has Khonshu manipulated Jake even more profoundly than he did Marc?
I dunno. I've seen fanfics writing Jake as a mysterious, "evil" alter, but there isn't enough in one scene to say whether the story itself is monsterizing Jake. I'd be interested to know if a fanfic writer has portrayed Jake as essentially Khonshu's latest victim. (Not sure I'd have the fortitude to read that, but I'd like to know if it exists.)
Okay. Not a perfect show, and it was a near thing getting through it, but I think I'm glad I did.
Oh, and now roomie wants to watch WBN and Daredevil with me because he's enjoying the comics facts, so that's fun.
That's all for now, folks. Russell the Emotional Support Werewolf thanks you for your attention.
Kat watches Moon Knight
Okay, so with the encouragement of several people on here and the emotional support of my roommate, I have finally (in February 2024) started watching Moon Knight, a show whose basic concept scares the shit out of me.
Context: I had an adopted older brother with DID. Note that I said "had". That's past tense because life treated him so appallingly poorly that he died (horribly, in prison) when I was 19. Part of that abuse was enabled by pop-culture depictions of DID in the 1980s and 90s that convinced everyone who knew about his condition (including the court system) that he was a walking time bomb.
One of my earliest memories is of my brother as a young adult, playing Super Mario Bros with my toddler self. Another is of him patiently teaching me how to make friends with a large dog. I never met any of his alters, afaik; I was small and cute and safe for him to be himself with, so he probably didn't need them around me. He was a profoundly gentle man when he was allowed, and it hurt like hell to see him turned into a monster in movies and on TV. I've turned off a lot of "psychological thrillers" in sorrow and disgust.
Ironically, I loved Moon Knight comics as a kid in the 90s, BEFORE he was retconned to have DID circa the mid-2000s. Because those comics came out right after my brother died in 2002 and leaned HARD into making people with DID seem like violently unstable monsters (for reference, see the cover of Moon Knight: God and Country), I stopped reading them around 2008, when I couldn't take being poked in the trauma by a comfort character anymore.
But I do love Werewolf By Night, and there's been a lot of good fic mashing Jack up with Moon Knight without dehumanizing anyone, and several people have encouraged me to try the show. So this post will be a place for my thoughts as I try to work my way through with my Essential Editions in one hand and my memories of my brother in the other. I'll add to it as I watch.
If this entertains the Moon Knight fandom or provides useful fic reference, so be it. Just don't be jerks on my post.
Also, anyone who chooses to be shitty about my brother will be eaten by bears. I don't make the rules.
Episode 1
Okay, we open with Steven as our POV character, and he's...convinced he's a sleepwalker. All right, not terrible. Steven is now a bumbling nerd, which is probably an improvement; good luck making a billionaire playboy sympathetic in the 2020s. Jake would be the logical everyman POV from the comics, but I understand from fic that he's got a different role now. I'm confused about the accent, but it's only episode 1, and Steven clearly doesn't yet know who Khonshu is, or that Marc exists, so obviously there's a ways to go here. (Is Marc ... undercover inside Steven? Ugh, this is a trope I have seen and do not like.)
Did Marc kill Steven's fish? Did Khonshu kill Steven's fish? I'm baffled by the fish. Which is a nice break from the larger anxiety. I'm gonna try to worry more about the fish.
The bits with Steven losing time and finding himself in odd situations were distressingly close to the old tropes, but both of those happened to my brother, so I'm not going to bitch about them quite yet. I want to be as fair as I can.
Oh, hey, I recognize Harrow from the comics. What up, dude. How's the cult biz treating you?
The end of the episode, with the jackal thing chasing Steven into the bathroom, came RIGHT up to the line for me. I realized that what I was most afraid of was that the story would assign "good" and "bad" labels to the alters--make Steven the sweet, innocent one and Marc (or maybe Jake, I guess) the monstrous killer. The early flashes of Steven covered in blood didn't really help allay that anxiety. And now Marc is demanding that Steven let him have control in a pretty threatening manner. But so far, it seems like the contrast between Marc and Steven is one of competence--Marc is better at fighting and Steven is better at ... panicking? Unclear. At least Oscar Isaac is playing the protagonist, so his character(s) might remain sympathetic. Nobody has been monsterized quite yet.
I finished the episode with every muscle in my body locked up, waiting for the emotional punch in the face. But I did finish it, and I think I'm gonna try episode two.
#kat watches moon knight#moon knight#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#i guess I'm processing trauma again#hello trauma my old friend#only you can prevent cgi capes#at least the boys finally hugged#russell the emotional support werewolf#i don't know why the boys weren’t scared of Taweret#honestly if a hippo spoke to me I'd probably shit myself and die#cw discussions of dissociative identity disorder#i remind you that the bears will eat you if you are shitty about my brother#quilting i guess#long post#photo at the end
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Some unspoken thing
Karl Jacobs x Reader
requested: no
Trigger warnings: mentions of covid, mild descriptions of a panic attack
premise: You and Karl have been friends, for years now, and now even your friends are starting to see that unspoken thing between you
“---” talking
‘---’ talking through a call
(y/s/n) - your screen name
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You’d known Karl since you were at least 10, and you both agreed that you’d been together forever, through thick and thin it was always you and Karl against the world. You and your unspoken thing.
When he’d first spoken of moving away from Portland you weren’t too sure, mostly because of college, but still, you found yourself here, sprawled across a couch, exhausted from hauling boxes up to your apartment.
“Why did we bring so much stuff?” You groaned as Karl picked up your legs long enough to sit down, then letting them drop into his lap.
He sighed, “Don’t quote me on this, but it was you who couldn’t pack your stuff into less than 20 boxes.”
“Yah okay Mr. ‘I can’t be bothered to even clean this laundry before I pack it up to leave’.” You scoffed.
“That's not true! I washed most of it...” Karl trailed off pulling out his phone, “Pizza?”
“Obviously.”
Soon the pizza arrived and as Karl went to the door to grab it, you went and grabbed two monsters from the fridge, sitting back down in front of the couch as Karl came back with the pizza.
“Ey I gotta pizza here!” He exclaimed, setting it down.
“Eyyyyyyy!” You handed him one of the monsters, opening your own as he sat down, already starting to pull up an old episode of survivor.
Once the pizza had been finished, and the left overs put away you ended up half cuddled together on the couch, your fingers softly carding through his hair.
^^
“Hey! I’m back!” You called, looking around the seemingly empty apartment, confused, “Karl?”
It had been a few months since, you’d moved out to North Carolina, and so far online school hadn’t been too bad even when corona hit, not with Karl and streaming to distract you from the reality of the world around you.
You went back to looking around for your friend, calling, “Hey, Karl where’d you go?”
Sighing you followed the soft, muffled sobs to Karl’s room, knocking on the door softly, “Honey, are you in there?”
There was silence, then a muffled, “un uh.”
You pushed open the door gently, blinking into the mild darkness and turning to see Karl sitting on his bed, half curled into the wall and wrapped in a sweater he’d stolen from your closest a few weeks ago.
Immediately you crossed the room, climbing onto the bed next to him and pulling him into your arms, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened?”
His arms drifted around your waist, burying his into your chest, “They all hate me.” He murmured.
“Who do you think hates you?” You cooed.
“Dream and Sapnap and everyone.”
“They don’t hate you, no one on the smp hates you.” You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “What happened?”
“I said somethin stupid, (y/n), I messed everything up.”
You knew not to push any further, instead just doing your best to hold him closer, whispering, “They don’t hate you, they’d never hate you okay? It’ll all blow over and everything will be okay. I promise.”
“What if it doesn’t (y/n)? What if I messed it up forever?”
“You didn’t baby, you didn’t. It’s gonna be alright, I promise.”
^^
“Ahhhhhh leave me alone!” You half shrieked, running away from Sapnap and Quackity on the dream SMP.
‘Imposter! Imposter!’ They chanted.
“I’m just supposed to be babysitting the chat!” You yelled, “I didn’t sign up to bully on a twitch stream! If I wanted that I would’ve been on my own stream!”
Sapnap laughed, ‘Oof! That's sad.’
“I know,” You said dramatically, “No one has any respect for (y/s/n), not you, not my chat, not even Karl!”
‘We all know thats not true.’ Quackity scoffed.
You half turned, giggling as Karl, came back into the room, “Debatable.”
“What’s uh, whats going on?” He asked.
“I’m being bullied, that's what's going on,” The chat started to fill with hearts and ‘(y/s/n) support.’, “Also I’ve decided since your chat likes me more than mine, so this is my stream now, I’m taking over.”
Karl just half sighed, grabbing the chair from your desk on the other side of the office, and wheeling it over, sitting down next to you, propping his legs in your lap.
‘(y/n) the world wants to know, how does it feel to now fill the void where Karl Jacobs once sat?’ Quackity asked, through a voice filter.
“Well, since my dear friend Karl died,”
“I’m not dead!” He interjected.
You sniffed, “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”
“Dear friend?” Sapnap scoffed, “Al- Quackity look at the stream and tell me if they look like ‘dear friends’.”
You face started to grow red, as both Nick and Alex began to catcall at you two, Karl, clearly getting confused as you ducked your head, face entirely red.
“Whats the matter (y/n)? You got a crush?” Nick teased.
Half covering your mouth you muttered, “Just some unspoken thing.”
^^
“If I were to tell you that I kinda sorta didn’t listen to you, and forgot to buy more cereal, what would you say?” Karl asked, shrugging off his backpack as he came into the apartment.
When he got no real response, he started to look around, finding you a minute later, laying on his bed, “Did’ja hear me?”
“ehhhh... I don’t really care.”
His brow furrowed upon hearing your monotonous, “You okay? What’s up?”
You were still staring up at the ceiling “Grey, ‘s all grey.”
Sighing he came and sat down on the bed next to you, taking one of your hands in his, “Grey?”
“Sad brain makes everything grey.”
Karl fiddled with your fingers a moment, before raising them to his lips and softly pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I’ll go make you tea.”
He headed out of the room, leaving you to sit up and stare at the ceiling wondering what you’d done to deserve someone like him.
He headed out of the room, leaving you to sit up and stare at the ceiling wondering what you’d done to deserve someone like him.
A few minuets later he came back with a mug, handing it to you before he sat down behind you, wrapping his arms around you, “Is there a reason for sad brain today?”
“Everything's just- blah. I’m just tired.”
He didn’t need to ask to understand you didn’t mean physically, so instead he just pulled you gently to lean against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the edge of your jaw, “Okay?”
You knew Karl had a hard time with words sometimes, and you had long since learned how to listen for the meanings between simple phrases, and especially the weight of certain words, “Okay.”
^^
‘So what is with you and Karl?’ Niki asked.
You sighed, “I do not even know where to begin to answer that question.”
You were sitting in a discord call with her, originally trying to plan a joint stream but the conversation had switched.
‘I mean, if you don’t mind me saying so, it seems like your dating.’
“Well...” You considered it for a moment, you knew that your feelings for Karl were more than platonic, and had been for a long time, to you, it almost seemed like a fact of the world, the sky is blue, the earth is round, you loved Karl.
“We've never talked about it, but- I suppose we- uhhh, you know what we’ll just say a little bit.” You quickly changed what you were going to say to be more ambiguous as Karl entered the room yelling, “Hi Niki!”
‘I know you can’t hear me but hi Karl!’ She yelled back.
You laughed, turning in your chair, “Niki says hi!”
Karl grinned, leaning on the back of your chair, “Oh, yeah, dinners ready.” and Niki raised her eyebrows, smirking at you.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You laughed, feeling Karl’s chin coming to rest on the top of your head.
‘I’m not looking at anything.’ she insisted, ‘you would be a cute couple.’
Your face started to turn red, “Shut up!”
‘It was a compliment!’ Niki laughed.
“I know!”
Karl’s face grew confused, “What?”
“It’s nothing. Niki I’ve gotta go, we’ll see about the stream tomorrow, okay?”
‘yeah, bye!’
“Bye!”
You disconnected from the call, “Dinner?”
“Yeah! I managed not to burn the chicken!”
You couldn’t help but grin, “Awesome!”
^^
“I swear- either there both oblivious or there just really good at keeping it just hidden enough!” Dream exclaimed.
“I mean if we don’t find out for another two weeks, I get a hundred dollars, so by all means let it drag out.” Quackity laughed.
Sapnap groaned, “Actually its more like three hundred now, Hbomb, Skeppy and Wilbur all put in more money.”
“Well I asked the other day,” Niki began, “and they only said, ‘a little bit’, What does that even mean?”
“Maybe they are dating and that's (y/n)s way of dismissing it.” Tubbo said.
You were listening to the discord call, trying not to laugh, as Tommy suggested, “Well it’s possible they are dating but like, haven’t realized it?”
Everyone began to laugh, “Wait- wait hear me out! Hear me out! Like- you know when on like romcoms and shit where two bestfriends end up like there dating even when they technically aren’t and then they accidently kiss!”
George scoffed, “That's not a thing.”
“Well still!” Tommy tried to argue.
“Not even in movies though.” Niki said.
“Your right,” You laughed, unmuting, “We haven’t kissed yet, so it must not be a thing.”
The vc went deadly silent as Tommy began to laugh hysterically, “Were you here the whole time?”
“Maybe.” You laughed.
“Wait- so are you and Karl together or not?” Dream questioned.
“Uhhh, let you know when I find out? Do I get the money if I figure it out?”
“Oh my god (y/n).” Tubbo was trying not to laugh himself as Tommy continued to lose his shit.
“Yeah,” You looked over to where Karl was half asleep, leaning against you, “I’ve said it before, and I guess I’ll say it again, it’s just some unspoken thing.”
^^
Music filled the apartment when you entered, some old song by Sinatra, and Karl was dancing around the living room as you pulled off your coat and mask.
“Are you listening to Sinatra?” You questioned, setting the rest of your things down.
“Come dance with me!” He giggled.
You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you grabbed his hand, letting the other come to rest on his shoulder, “God, it’s been so long since I’ve dance.”
“Come on, you remember don’t you?”
You chuckled, “Back, side, forward, back. Technically this isn’t a waltzing song though.”
“You can waltz to anything if you try hard enough,” Karl insisted, “Ready, and- one two three, one two three...”
You fell into step, quietly humming along to the song as you moved in a slow arc around the room.
“..And- spin out...” Karl murmured, gently spinning you out to the side, and you paused for a a moment before he tugged on you arm, causing you to spin back in, finding yourself, face to face with him.
You laughed nervously, suddenly blushing at the feeling of his arms around you.
“What are we?” Karl asked softly, “Like, what is- this?”
“Some unspoken thing.” Your voice was just as low, suddenly the weight of the hand resting on your lower back seeming to double.
He looked at your lips, then back at your eyes, and you nodded softly, leaning in and pressing your lips together.
Your arms drifted around his waist as he pulled you closer, before you separated, smiling.
“Does that mean it’s spoken now?” Karl asked.
You grinned, “Course.”
Later, after spending the rest of the night like any other you were cuddled up together on the couch, watching the newest episode of survivor, and you pretended not to notice as he gushed to someone through text.
Your phone began to buzz with venmo notifications, and Karl looked at you confused, “(y/n), why is everyone paying you?”
You chuckled, “Reaping the benefits of our friends conspiring in a discord call that was left open.”
After the kiss you had sent one text to a group chat; ‘I figured it out: pay up bitches.’
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traitor
Summary: It was only one night, no strings attached, just two friends working through their grief together. Steve went to live his life with Peggy and within two weeks of returning, he peacefully passed. Unimaginable things happen everyday, jokes have negative consequences, and protection doesn’t always protect from the possibility… the possibility of carrying a child. He would have stayed if he knew, everyone agrees with this, so why is the world calling Steve Rogers a traitor?
One-Shot (with a happy ending)
Pairing(s): Avengers x Fem Reader; brief Steve Rogers x Fem Reader
Warnings: Unexpected pregnancy; serious talks about abortion; brief mention of suicide (if you squint); mentions of Endgame deaths; strong language; minor descriptions of actual birth; ANGST but with a happy ending! This is purely fanfiction.
Word Count: 6,600+
A/N: So, Olivia Rodrigo’s album just came out and dude, jfc every song is magical. like... wtf. This is essentially a ‘song fanfic’, but ehhhh not quite. The lyrics don’t match the fanfic lmao but the melody does??? idk this is a shit ton of angst, be warned. It was from a request I got a while back, so this is kind of a request fanfic.
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Up until the moment Steve pressed his soft lips to yours, you were certain you had never experienced such a wonderful sensation of magic. You had been witness to actual magic, to beings from other worlds, and yet Steve’s gentle touch was enough to erase any other image, to completely overpower your senses, a kind of magic that dug deep into the trenches of your heart and settled in its new home.
No, you and Steve were not a couple. There were some flirty remarks over the years, some fantasies that lay dormant, but there was never the craving to actually act upon them. But when half the world disappeared and the remaining Avengers came up with a plan five years later, the loss of a teammate prompted the sudden push of two touch-starved individuals. The rest of the team had gone to sulk in their own corners of the compound, some hard at work at constructing the final piece to the puzzle, and you and Steve ventured off to the kitchen. Two cups of tea each, silent but heavy tears mixing in with the sugar and milk.
You were the first to break, shoulders crumbling and knees rocking under your weight. You fell to the floor, sobs and hiccups forming into a full-blown attack, your hands scratching at your neck. Steve fell beside you, pulling you into his chest and rocking you back and forth. He cried too, the final words of his best friend ringing in his ears like a dreaded song on repeat. See you in a minute. See you in a minute. See you in a minute.
Time was irrelevant, you had enough of counting time, estimating it, time-traveling through it. If you could sit there all night, all week, another five years huddled close to Steve Rogers, then so be it.
‘I can’t believe she’s gone,’ you had sobbed.
‘I can’t believe it either. I can’t,’ he had cried back.
You had simply lifted your head and turned his face toward yours, searching his eyes for any hesitation before you had leaned in first. He had returned the intimate gesture almost immediately, gripping you tightly. Tears dripped in between your moving lips, sobs caught inside breathy moans, grips becoming tighter and tighter as each of you shared your first time together. No other partner up until that point had ever pulled such a pained but grateful cry from your throat, no other human being had ever made you feel so safe and peaceful.
The final battle was over, you had lost yet another teammate, but the world had a chance to start over. And Steve had pulled you aside a few days before he returned the stones, letting you know that he wasn’t coming back the same man. He had been so scared of telling you, of possibly betraying you, but when your palms cupped his cheeks and you gave him a kiss on the lips with a soft whisper of ‘Be with her. Cherish her. Be happy. We’ll meet again’, his worries instantly shattered. He could only rapidly nod his head, grabbing your hands that were soaked in his tears, and kissing them until he said his final goodbyes.
And he returned such a different man, but with a smile you had never quite seen before. Yes, he was older and you only had a few seconds to actually process that, but he was happy. He had been happy. He finally lived the life he deserved.
Sitting in that pew two weeks later, both sad and happy tears streaming down your face, you felt at peace for the first time in a long time. You simply gripped Wanda’s hand as they carried the casket down the aisle, a sad melody drowning the church.
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The first round of sickness hit you the day of the funeral, but you obviously didn’t think much of it. It was the fits of sadness and grief, the hot coil in the middle of your stomach, you thought. It had to be. It wasn’t until your breakfast was regurgitated into your toilet only a few minutes after enjoying it that you were suddenly worried.
You sneaked to some liquor store a subway ride away, careful of not leaving a trail. This was embarrassing, it was insane, it couldn’t possibly be real. You gave the cashier your money and ran to the stall provided, peeing on the stick the best you could before placing it on the dirty sink in the corner. You patted your hands on your thighs repeatedly, careful to not touch any other thing in a goddamn liquor store bathroom.
‘Friday?’ your voice was so defeated, tears already stinging your eyes.
Your little bluetooth sprang to life, ‘Yes, Y/N?’
Your bottom lip was trembling wildly, hands now shaking. ‘Can you stay active with me while I read the results? I can’t… I can’t be alone right now.’
‘Yes, Y/N. Anything you need, I’m here.’ You sobbed openly, thanking her under your breath. ‘Are you sure you don’t want me to contact anybody else?’
‘I can’t face them. I can’t face them if it’s positive, Friday.’
‘Okay, it’s alright,’ her voice was so delicate, so quiet and reassuring. ‘Just keep talking to me, Y/N. I think the results should be ready now.’
You inched closer to the test. ‘I’m scared, Friday.’
‘I know,’ Friday sighed, ‘But you will get through this. No matter the result.’
Grabbing the small device from the sink, you swallowed so much saliva that it actually hurt. The plus sign was so clear, so evident in its visibility, and your ears only registered the loud cries escaping your painful lungs because Friday was practically yelling in your ear.
‘Please, calm down Y/N! Your heart rate is too fast-” she was stuttering, an AI was stuttering. ‘I’m calling for help. You need someone to be here with you. I’m sorry.’
It took ten minutes. Ten minutes of banging outside the bathroom door from the cashier, ten minutes of blurry vision and a strep throat. Sam broke through the door as quickly as he could, eyes flying around the small bathroom until he saw you huddled in the corner, a pregnancy test clutched in your small hand. He crouched down beside you, hands extended but not exactly touching you, and eyes trying to lock with yours.
‘Y/N, Y/N?’
Just the sound of his voice, the voice of someone who didn’t need this added pain in their lives, it was just too much. Another weight added to your shoulders.
‘I don’t know why,’ you choked out, ‘I’m so sorry.’
Sam’s face contorted into a pained expression, eyes brimmed with salty tears. ‘What are you talking about? No one is blaming you for anything. You’re safe, I’m here.’
You shook your head violently, ‘I didn’t mean to.’
But as quickly as those words left your mouth, the pounding in your head had become too unbearable. You collapsed into Sam’s arms.
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You woke to a single doctor who was monitoring your vitals. She was just sitting beside your bed, clicking random buttons on the screen in front of her. You whimpered slightly, the bright lights temporarily blinding you. The doctor quickly stopped what she was doing and removed the tube from your nose, allowing you to breathe on your own. You ignored the weird scratch that caused, and asked her the question you needed to have answered by a true medical professional - not a liquor store device.
She confirmed what you already knew. There were no ‘congratulations’ or even ‘I’m sorry’s’, just the fact that you were pregnant and it was very early on. There were still options for you, it was healthy so far, you were healthy so far-
Wait, options?
The team were all huddled outside, nerves all over the place. They didn’t know what was going on. Sam knew but it wasn’t his information to pass on. It wasn’t until Bucky’s angry demeanor actually turned violent, a hole forming through the hospital wall. You were all on a private floor, completely displaced from the reality down on other levels, so any freak-outs were only slightly justified. Slightly.
‘Sam, you gotta tell us. I made a promise to Steve, Sam! I promised to take care of her!’
Bucky’s words gripped Sam’s heart in a metaphorical vice. ‘She’s gotta tell you guys, man. It’s not my place.’
You had curled in on yourself, the doctor’s words echoing louder and louder.
‘Abortion is an option. At this rate, it would be quick and safe. I can promise you that. It’s your choice.’
You wanted to die. You wanted the world to swallow you up and bury you alive. You wanted to disappear. If you had died in the snap, this wouldn’t have happened. It wouldn’t have happened.
The ride back to the compound was a quiet one, with Sam driving you and the radio on low volume.
‘Are you going to tell them?’
You bit your lip, ‘The doctor said I had options.’
Sam’s breath hitched and he tried to mask it, but you had heard it. You felt guilty, disgusting, like you betrayed Steve and the rest of the team. They had just lost him, you had just lost him, and you were carrying his child. And if Steve would have known, he would have wanted it. He would have encouraged you to have it, he would have been so happy, he would have been such a great fa-
‘The choice is yours, Y/N.’ He glanced over at you, ‘Can you at least tell me who the father is?’
The wrecked sobs were like second nature now, choking you with their strength. ‘I’m so sorry!’
Sam pulled to the side of the road and quickly took off his seatbelt, sliding over in the connected front seats to pull you into his chest. ‘Shh, hey. We are not going to be mad at you. Everything’s going to be okay. It may not seem like it now but-’
‘Sam!’ you cried, clutching his shirt in a tight fist. ‘I swear it was an accident! Steve didn’t know! He didn’t know, I swear he didn’t know!’
Sam’s mouth dropped open, an almost embarrassing noise of surprise sounding from the depths of his soul. He ran his hands through your hair, eyes rapidly searching for a single viewpoint. But he couldn’t focus on any one thing, not when you were shuddering against him and apologizing nonstop.
Steve didn’t know.
`
The team had reacted in a similar manner. They so desperately wanted to wish you a congratulations, it was the norm for this kind of thing. Especially with such a rough few years - bringing life into this world could be considered an ultimate blessing. But this was Steve’s child, his baby, his only baby in this timeline. It was a part of him, something he had unknowingly left behind.
The team took a few days. The pain of losing Natasha, of losing Steve, of losing Tony. The gift of life. It was just too much.
And you found yourself in front of Wanda’s bedroom door, hands clutching your night robe closed and knees wobbly. She brought you tea, she laid underneath the covers with you, she spooned you until you stopped crying.
‘We weren’t together.’
‘You weren’t?’
You sat up, muscles straining due to your thousandth crying session that week. ‘No, it was one time. It was a mutual thing. We just… felt safe. And we made love.’
Wanda shut her eyes briefly, only to open them for two parallel tears to slip. ‘That sounds beautiful.’
‘We used protection. It really was an accident.’
Wanda interrupted, ‘No, don’t try and justify yourself. It happened. It’s done.’
You whimpered, reaching out to grab her hands. ‘I feel so guilty for even talking to you. I don’t know how you did it. I’m so selfish to be pouring all this on you-’
‘Hey, hey,’ she whispered, ‘But I am the only one who can truly understand. I have lost more in my lifetime than anybody ever should. But I am going to help you get through this, Y/N.’
You pulled her into a hug, ‘I missed you so much. I’m so sorry, but I can’t do this.’
Wanda slowly pulled away, eyes cloudy and touch of red twinge flying in her irises. ‘Alright. I won’t leave your side. No matter what you decide.’
`
The chair was cold, the room was cold, no matter how inviting the hospital tried to make this room. It was decorated in the most neutral colors, so delicate in its designs, pamphlets and books scattered on every available surface. It was made to make the pregnant person feel secure, to feel comfortable in the hands of their doctor, but it just made you sick.
And when the doctor asked if you would like an ultrasound first, that it wasn’t actually necessary for you to view it, you found yourself saying yes. You were at six weeks, it would be there. Wanda clenched her eyes shut, because even if you were strong enough to do that, she wasn’t. But she was here to hold your hand. She would hold your hand no matter what.
It was the size of a grain of rice. That fuzzy, white figure off a little to the right of your uterus was the size of a grain. A literal grain of rice. The monitor shifted and the doctor cleared their throat, the slimy device absentmindedly being circled around your lower abdomen.
‘Oh my god,’ you whispered, eyes locked on the place the doctor had their finger. Wanda brought her hand up to her mouth and looked away.
That’s when you heard it.
The steady rhythm of a strong heartbeat.
Your chest started heaving, tears staining your cheeks as you listened to the beautiful sound.
‘I’m so sorry,’ the doctor mumbled, ready to pull the monitor’s plug to end the live video but you gripped their arm before they could.
‘No, no!’ you yelped, the heartbeat still sounding, so early in its actual life that this was for sure Steve’s child.
You turned to Wanda, face contorting into one of agonizing regret. ‘I can’t do this. I can’t do this to Steve.’
Wanda gulped and took in a ragged breath, ‘Y/N, Steve’s not here.’
‘No,’ you whined, head turning back to look at the monitor. The monitor with yours and Steve’s child on it. ‘This is the only real part of him we have left, right?’
Wanda opened her mouth but shut it again, unable to formulate a proper response.
‘This is Steve’s child,’ you stated, sucking in a breath through your sobs. ‘This is my child.’
`
The team was alerted of your decision the minute you walked into the common room. They had known what you left for, dread itching in their souls and morals twisting greedily, but they hadn’t stopped you. They couldn’t do that to you.
‘Hi,’ you mumbled, placing your things on the counter. Everyone kept their heads down, lumps growing in their throats as each second passed. ‘I’m okay.’
Clint was the first one to speak. ‘Did everything go well? Did they hurt you?’
You smiled with your teeth for the first time in weeks, ‘No, they didn’t hurt me. They didn’t even touch me.’
For a few seconds, no one caught on to your words. But Bucky was the first to register them, to etch them deeply into his brain, to stand from his seat and walk to you cautiously. ‘You decided-?’
You smiled wide now, happy tears falling over your strained cheeks. ‘I’m having a baby.’
The team erupted, cries and cheers deafening you. Bucky stumbled over and hugged you close, arms wrapped over your shoulders and face buried in your neck. He had to bend his knees to keep that position. He weeped into your shoulder and thanked you repeatedly, his own body rumbling with broken sobs. You held him close, fingers digging into his shirt and the skin of his back.
‘We promise, Y/N,’ Sam said off to the side, waiting for his turn to hug you. ‘We promise to take care of you and this baby.’
A few more long-awaited congratulations were shared. ‘Guess I’m on desk duty for the next nine months, huh?’
Bucky held you tighter.
`
The first four months were certainly eventful. Wanda insisted on taking pictures of you every few weeks. She had you model with a nice tight shirt to show off your growing stomach, different props in your arms as the weeks passed on. Flowers, sporting equipment, random Avengers inventions, signs that read the number of weeks you were at. You even did couple shoots, with your teammates posing behind you with their hands on your stomach and an equally bright smile.
She had them printed out and framed, the compound common rooms now littered with random photos of you and your growing child. It was like a timeline, a museum considering you would catch someone inspecting the photographs. This time it was Scott, casually eating his cereal and balancing it in his hand as he walked the hallway. He had this silly smile on his face the whole time, milk dripping from his bottom lip. In his photo, he was posed behind you with a giant smile, back arched and head thrown back while you were trying your best to arch your back as well. And then he saw you watching him, eyes falling from your face to your stomach, and that silly smile growing wider.
Happy insisted on doing yoga with you every other morning, his chosen playlists actually Tony’s. Half expecting the songs to only emit the essence of rock and roll, you were surprised when the playlist only contained acoustics. Happy winked at you, ‘He was a man of taste, Y/N. He, too, had those sad driving songs.’
Peter was hesitant to visit at first. He was still mourning Tony, as you all were, and seeing everyone again was certainly a hard thing to do. But he managed, and the moment he saw you there, trying to balance a plastic bottle on your tiny stomach, he burst into a fit of giggles.
‘Oh, oh! I almost got it!’ you encouraged yourself, stomach not yet protruded enough to quite get it.
Peter rushed over and caught the bottle as it slipped, ‘You’ll get there. How do you feel?’
You grinned at the kid, ‘Like I’m pregnant.’
Peter chuckled, ‘I wouldn’t know, so.’
‘It’s weird,’ you admitted, turning back to your abandoned bowl of fruit. You popped a piece of pineapple in your mouth, ‘But I just remind myself that they’re gonna be an angel when they come out.’
‘All slimy and angelic.’
You swatted at Peter, ‘They’re healthy. That’s all that matters.’
Peter placed his hand on your stomach, half-expecting something to happen. ‘I can’t believe you’re having his baby.’
You bit your lip, willing yourself not to cry. Steve should be here experiencing this. ‘Me neither.’
`
The next month had come so quickly. Your friends - your family - made sure to keep you occupied. Whether it was to shop, to nap together, to eat together, to exercise together, anything, they were by your side. It was so overwhelming at times, but not wanting to scare anyone, you took time for yourself whenever you could. You’d settle in your room, in a nearby cafe, in Natasha’s room, and just sit and breathe. With one hand on your stomach, you couldn’t possibly fathom the luck on your side. It always tore your heart in two when you realized Steve would never meet his child, absolutely mutilated it. But the realization that this child was going to have such a massive family, your family, uncles and aunts who would die for the kid - that realization was sometimes too much.
The thunder from outside startled everyone. The quiet night everyone was having was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a certain god, hair now cut and beard trimmed, running into the common area. He was practically hyperventilating, his quick pace halting as he scanned the room. ‘Is it true?’
‘You got my message?’ Wanda asked, shutting off the water from the sink.
‘I’m sorry, I was away. I just got the message and-’
Thor lay his eyes on you, your obvious stomach, and he started crying softly. ‘It’s true?’
You smiled at him, opening your arms for an embrace. But Thor fell to his knees in front of you, forehead resting on your stomach. ‘This is a miracle.’
‘It really is,’ you laughed, wiping away a few stray tears. ‘The condom broke.’
Laughter sounded almost instantly.
Thor looked up at you, eyes red and eyebrows furrowed. ‘He didn’t know?’
You shook your head, ‘No, Steve didn’t know. I promise.’
Thor nodded, believing you. He stood slowly, encasing you in a tight squeeze. He hadn’t changed much since you last saw him, but he did seem to be drinking less. ‘After so much loss, the Heaven’s send us a gift from a beloved friend.’
`
Bucky seemed to be the happiest. Although he shared your beliefs that Steve should be here to experience this, to cherish this, to be the father he had deserved to be, Bucky couldn’t help but feel grateful that you decided to keep the baby. He knew he needed to stop relying on Steve to fix his mind, this he had to do on his own, but the bundle of joy inside of you just added to his undying love for his best friend. This was a piece of him, a true half of Steve’s heart that would soon be breathing air and opening its eyes.
He was currently laying beside you, just woken up from a nap and lazily drawing circles over your clothed tummy. You were still asleep, deep breaths a little ragged since you were twisted slightly to your side. You had given up trying to sleep on your back nowadays.
‘Hey there,’ Bucky whispered, a funny smile forming on his face because he can’t believe he’s talking to your literal stomach. ‘You know you’re a miracle, right?’
There was no response, obviously. But Bucky just positioned himself to lean on his elbow, temple resting in the palm of his hand. ‘We’re going to love you so much. Steve would have loved you so much.’
He placed his metal hand on your stomach, careful not to apply so much pressure. He was hesitant though, the metal hand now from Wakanda but still something he didn’t entirely trust. Still, he rubbed smooth circles on your side. ‘I already love you so much.’
Kick.
Bucky widened his eyes, a hitch in his breath. Was that real?
‘Did you just respond to me?’ Bucky asked, a little laugh escaping his lips. ‘Should I say it again?’
Nothing happened for a long while. He switched hands, rubbing a little deeper now. It was a free massage for you, anyway.
Bucky bit his lip and looked up at your face, still peacefully dreaming. He leaned closer to your stomach and repeated his earlier confession. ‘I love you.’
Kick.
Bucky shot up from his spot on the bed and covered his mouth, a loud laugh accidentally escaping and startling you awake.
‘W-What?’
‘They kicked! They kicked!’
‘Seriously?’
Bucky was shooting through the stars, because even though it was a long shot, he felt like somehow Steve was telling him he loved him back.
`
Sam’s leg bounced madly as he watched the doctor slick up the generator. You repeatedly tried to calm him, tell him that it would be quick and simple, and there was nothing to be worried about.
You were six months now. Belly now protruding to the point where you could only see the tips of your toes when you glanced downward, and the baby was positioned farther into your back. If anything, you were having a giant freaking baby. He was a product of a super soldier.
You remembered having that scary conversation with the doctors, your whole family beside you as they heard and relayed the information.
‘Your baby is perfectly healthy. The serum isn’t affecting it. His lungs are forming less quickly than the other organs but there’s no serious worry.’
Bucky had literally cackled at that, confusing everyone in the room. ‘Steve and his shit lungs.’
But now you were finding out the sex. Only one person was allowed in the room this time, and Sam had literally begged you with his eyes to choose him.
‘Are you two ready?’
You each nodded at the doctor, waiting for the monitor to spring to life. After a few seconds, the heartbeat was detected. You gripped Sam’s hand in yours, a quiet ‘thank god’ passing through his lips.
Then the giant image of a literal baby appeared on the screen. It was so surreal. It resembled a quick sketch, like one Steve would have casually drew, and you couldn’t help but imagine him drawing that very image from memory.
‘Y/N, I-’ Sam cleared his throat, smiling at you.
‘Would you like to know the sex of the baby?’
‘Yes, please,’ you answered, gripping Sam’s hand harder.
The doctor moved the generator a few times more, hitting the spacebar on the computer to capture the image. ‘Congratulations, you’re having a boy.’
You shuttered a tiny laugh as Sam flew out of his seat, arms extended upward for a moment before he brought his hands down to kiss them over and over.
‘I’ll print this out for you,’ the doctor smiled, leaving you and Sam to celebrate.
`
Everyone had gathered later that night to find out the news. You had printed enough copies for everyone who wanted one. Bets were placed, a multitude of gifts already mounted in online shopping carts.
‘Don’t keep us waiting!’ Rhodey shouted, champagne bottle at the ready and propped up on his thigh for when you made your announcement.
Sam was standing beside you, a massive grin plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes at him and urged him on, telling him that you were fine with him saying it. Sam didn’t need to be told twice.
‘It’s a boy!’
Pop! Drinks were poured and hugs were shared, with even Friday coming over the monitor to congratulate you.
Even in the midst of all the excitement, you felt a little empty. But you enjoyed your pre-baby shower, happy that everything was so unbelievably working out.
It was midnight when you alerted Friday to call Happy to your room. You needed a ride.
Happy was slightly irritated at being woken up, but once you told him where you were heading, he obliged. The ride was silent, comfortable, with Happy glancing at you once in a while to make sure you were okay.
You walked across the grass slowly, hands resting on your stomach and just a little waddle in your walk. You flashed your phone light over the headstones even though the headstone you were looking for was in a secluded area. Happy trailed you, keeping a respectable distance.
You stopped in front of the small building, the fence somewhat blocking your path. But there was no security around, and even if you were caught on camera, your face let everyone know who you were and your connection to Steve. You had no worries.
You broke the lock easily and opened the door. It was almost entirely marble, a good deal of Steve’s actual aesthetic. So simple, not overly patriotic, and secluded. He had refused to be buried in Arlington.
You sat on the bench provided, the three names in front of you standing out like they were begging to be read out loud. So you complied.
‘Sarah,’ you muttered, smiling as the name rolled off your tongue. ‘Thank you for sending everyone a literal angel.’
You muttered his father’s name as well, but felt no personal connection to it. You spent at least ten minutes building up the courage to utter his name, to say his name in front of him again. He was buried right underneath your feet, his name the only thing for you to see.
‘Steve,’ you sighed and rubbed your stomach. ‘Steve.’
You sobbed silently and watched as the tears fell on top of your resting hands. ‘I don’t regret it.’
You were met with silence. ‘I don’t regret any of it. God knows why he did this. But you lived your life, and I just can’t believe I have to bring life into this world without you here.’
‘It’s a boy, Steve. A lovely little boy.’
You brought your hand up to your mouth to bite the side of it, throat clenching. ‘Everyone is so happy. I am, too. I promise you.’
You lowered your hand back to your stomach. ‘I just wish that you could feel that happiness.’
The moonlight moved slightly, shining on his name brighter now. ‘He’ll know about you, don’t worry about that.’ You laughed.
You didn’t want to keep Happy waiting. You stood from the bench slowly, feet sore. You walked closer to him, wishing you could easily bend down and give him a kiss. But you physically couldn’t right now, so you blew him one instead. ‘Thank you.’
`
Somehow the rumor got out that an Avenger was pregnant. And when Wanda was seen outside without a large stomach, all fingers were pointed at you.
The news went ballistic, most positive and raving, while others pondered just who had gotten you pregnant. You had been seen with everyone in paparazzi photos, so no actual conclusion had been made.
Until a picture of you at Steve’s gravesite was leaked.
It was constant bombardment, timelines were stitched together, magazines and their headlines were having a field day. Rhodey had tried to cancel these news stories, to threaten lawsuits, but to no avail. The world was now cursing Steve’s name - ‘how dare he leave her while pregnant?’, ‘how could he leave her pregnant and for another woman?’, ‘did he even know?’
The team had done everything in their power to try and clear yours and Steve’s name, but no one was having it. Steve’s love story was now tarnished, with many calling him a traitor and a deadbeat. It was no use.
You struggled to climb the stairs, inwardly cursing the staff for not installing a ramp instead. The flashes were blinding, the lights were hot, and the various microphones placed on the stand were comical.
Everyone hushed, looks of sympathy and pity slapping you in the face.
‘I know what you’re all thinking and what you’ve all been saying,’ you started, eyes wandering to the far corner of the room where your team were huddled. ‘But I need to clear a few things up.’
‘Steve didn’t know.’
The crowd erupted, questions flying at you like fast bullets. They were silenced after a few moments. ‘We shared a moment with each other before we brought everyone back. I didn’t know I was pregnant until after his funeral.’
The crowd murmured amongst each other. ‘He told me he was planning to stay in another timeline. To live his life. I encouraged him. He did not leave me alone and pregnant. He truly didn’t know.’
You finished, they didn’t deserve a deeper explanation. You ignored their calls for questions, some even trying to crowd you at the doors. But you pushed through them, cradling your stomach with a newfound sense of pride.
`
It was time.
You sat up in your bed and quickly wiped away the hard crusts from the corners of your eyes. You sat there for a few seconds before you felt another harsh twinge. ‘A-ah!’
You didn’t know why you paused, legs now thrown over the side of the bed. They felt like menstrual cramps, it could be false labor. You let out a heavy breath and pushed yourself up, legs wobbly. But the moment you did, it was like something snapped. Your legs were wet and a tiny puddle had started forming on the floor.
‘Friday!’
The lights in your room turned on immediately, ‘Y/N, is it time?’
You moaned at the uncomfortable cramping, ‘Yeah, I think it is.’
‘I’m waking and alerting the team right now, Y/N. Sit back down, please.’
You listened to Friday, sitting at the edge of your bed for a few moments before you realized you had to pack a bag. You shuffled across your room and grabbed the duffel bag Scott had left for you a few days ago. You packed a pair of socks, sweats, underwear, vaseline and your toothbrush, hairbrush, and phone. You zipped your bag just in time for both Bucky and Sam to throw open your door, Sam struggling to put his shoes on and Bucky slipping on a jacket inside-out.
‘Y/N, is it really time? Are you ready? Are you okay?’
You ignored the cramping in your back and laughed at them, ‘Yes! My water broke, I’m in pain, it’s time.’
With both Sam and Bucky at your sides, they held onto you as you all stumbled down the hallway. Thor was already waiting with the elevator open, the biggest smile on his aging face.
‘Wanda and Bruce are preparing the room. Scott already called the doctor. Clint’s in route,’ Bucky reassured. The three men huddled into the elevator with you, all instructing you to breathe and to squeeze them if you needed to.
But even though you were in pain, albeit not as extreme as it was going to inevitably get, you were so incredibly happy. They were all so loud, so chaotic, and you were as calm as a cucumber.
The elevator dinged. ‘Good luck, Y/N,’ you heard Friday call after you. You pinched your eyes closed, the thought that Friday was ultimately a part of Tony’s consciousness - Tony was wishing you good luck.
The pressure in your hips was starting to build and you didn’t know how long this would actually take. Some people had quick births, some people lay in labor for hours, some for a day. But it seemed like this was going to be pretty quick, because your next scream was completely involuntarily.
Bucky winced, leading you to the bed Wanda had just lay sheets on. ‘You’re doing great, Y/N. Absolutely perfect.’
You laughed at Bucky and gripped his hand in silent thanks before slipping into the bed and trying to get comfortable. Before you could truly feel like you made it, like the first hard step was done, you sat up quickly.
‘Wait, wait! Nat’s sweater! I was gonna wear Nat’s sweater!’
Thor was already out the door, ‘I’ll get it! Don’t worry!’
You smiled at the ceiling, beads of sweat now rolling down your forehead. ‘Oh, this hurts!’
It was an hour. Once you shimmied into Natasha’s purple knitted sweater, you lay there trying to control your breathing. Everyone had piled into the room one right after the other. The room was big enough, spacious enough for even Bruce to roam freely. Although you were in an immense amount of pain, you still focused on your team.
Scott was on his third cup of coffee, sipping excitedly as he conversed with the others. Bruce was constantly checking your vitals and wanting everything the doctor was saying repeated. Wanda was beside you, a hand gripping yours and the other running ice chips along your lips. Bucky was on your other bedside wearing one of Steve’s sweatshirts because it still smelled like him. His logic was that if he was wearing something of Steve’s the first moment he held your baby, then the first thing he smelled would be the remnants of his father.
And Thor was practically speechless, silent in his own little corner and feeling like the god’s really did bless everyone in this room after such turmoil.
Clint arrived with Peter trailing behind him just when the doctor instructed you sit up - you were at ten centimeters.
‘You gotta push, Y/N! You gotta push when the doctor says push!’
You yelled until your lungs gave out, head almost rolling back but Sam held it in his palm. ‘C’mon, Y/N! You’re doing great!’
You usually had perfect pitch when you sang, never faltering when it was time to hit a high note. But your voice was cracking at the most unusual times, throat rubbed raw as you felt your hips splinter open.
‘He’s crowning!’
Wanda traded places with Sam real quick, deciding that she wanted to see the baby when he was finally out. Bucky had a death grip on your hand, tears flowing freely and a smile to match Thor’s.
‘Push, Y/N! Push!’
‘I’m-I’m! I’m sorry! I can’t!’
The doctor was working her hands around the head, trying to ease the baby out easier. ‘Trust me, Y/N. One more big push and the shoulders will be out. That’s the hardest part.’
The doctor’s words were starting to drown out, and your head lolled back again. You felt tiny smacks on your cheeks, ‘C’mon, Y/N. You can do this. Everyone believes in you. You’re so goddamn strong, Y/N!’
That was Bucky’s voice. Bucky.
You opened your eyes, delirious for a second. ‘Steve?’
Bucky whimpered and nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing kisses all over. ‘He’s here. I feel him, Y/N. You can do this.’
And you could feel him. You could see your family but you could feel him. It was so light, like a gentle whisk across the cheek, a promise that this truly was a miracle.
You screamed as you pushed under doctor’s orders, feeling numb and abused but satisfied. His shoulders slipped out and along with them came his arms and torso, legs and all ten toes. The doctor caught him quickly, lifting him up vertically to let you see him. He was already crying.
‘He’s here!’
You sobbed and smiled widely, laughter rattling your chest as the team bombarded you with quick hugs. Sam remained at your side, his eyes motioning for Bucky to go see the baby.
‘Who’s cutting the cord?’
You looked around the room but you knew. You answered the doctor’s question. ‘Bucky.’
Bucky was truly confused. Not because of your decision, but because he couldn’t possibly be worthy of this. His hands, those hands that had killed so many people involuntarily, had almost killed Steve, those hands were now gripping a pair of medical scissors to cut the symbolization of new life entering the world. He turned to you for permission one last time, before he gripped the cord in his hand and cut where the doctor pointed.
His shoulders felt a million times lighter. Like he was set free all over again.
They cleaned the baby up quickly and swaddled him. The doctor placed him in your arms, all warm and utterly safe, to look back up at you with the same blue eyes as his father.
You sobbed happily, brushing your fingers delicately along his pink cheek. ‘Hi. Hi there.’
He was no longer crying, just staring up in pure astonishment at the various faces staring back at him.
‘Y/N, he’s beautiful,’ Clint said, tissue already in hand.
‘I can’t believe you’re here,’ you spoke softly.
‘Do we have a name?’
It was like everyone said it in unison. ‘Steve.’
You snuggled into the bed and Natasha’s sweater, somewhat aware of the doctor still fixing you up down there. You would try feeding later, but for now your newborn needed to be passed around the group and be awed at.
You carefully guided him to Bucky, holding his head gently in your palm. Bucky took him, arms instinctively curling in the correct position. Once Bucky had him in his arms, it was like everything that happened in the world was worth it. Absolutely everything.
Bucky watched in fascination as the baby curled deeper in his chest, little fist clutching Steve’s sweatshirt. He took the sweetest little intake of air…
`
xxMoni
#steve rogers x reader#avengers x reader#angst fanfic#happy ending#avengers x you#captainsimagines#platonic relationships#pregnancy fanfic#marvel fanfiction#by Moni#one shot#avengers oneshot#trigger warnings listed
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part 4: hcs dedicated to reactions: seirin (their precious lil manager going out with that scissor-wielding emperor bastard!?) and rakuzan (their captain was in love with that girl who cussed at him near the vending machine?!? ITS SO FUNNY) ++ angst where akashi gets jealous of readers teammates (IZUKI kuroko kagami furi... but mostly izuki bc point guards with eye powers) because he still feels bad about what happened and thinks he doesnt deserve her -- teiko anon
OUR LEGENDARY TEIKO ANON HAS SPOKEN OF AN EPILOGUE, alright y’all the finale FINALE 🧘🏻♀️ OKAY, i don’t think I hammered too hard on the angst, but enjoy the fluff and subtle crack😌
OOH, looks like another anon wants a pt. 4! :0 Since it is primarily the Teiko anon’s request, I will be prioritizing the first request, but I will combine a few aspects of this request to make a fuller headcanon epilogue! Hope everyone enjoys this! part 1 here // part 2 here // part 3 here
Akashi x Reader
Part 4: Epilogue
[Teiko!manager Headcanons]
in the aftermath of the Winter Cup, your relationship with Akashi has certainly gotten much better, and dare you say, more intimate and romantic; though you were still healing a bit from the emotional scars from Teiko, they seemed to be going away faster than you realized, especially when everyone gathers for Kuroko’s birthday party
you were with Seirin, helping with the decorations and setting up the plates before Kuroko comes in the evening, but what no one expected was for him to bring in the GoMs
YOU’RE SHOOK AND YOU’RE BASHFUL SEEING AKASHI IN HIS WINTER ATTIRE, you’re getting MAD butterflies, but no one seems to notice because everyone’s attention is on the GoMs and Kuroko
of course Akashi was scanning the room for you first, and you immediately look away from his affectionate stare because you were still not used to the old Akashi, let alone his sweeter side for only you
Izuki notices how quiet you got and nudged your ribs with his elbow before telling a stupid pun… the thing is, you were one of the few people who genuinely found his jokes funny LOL
Akashi widens his eyes, staring at you laughing so unabashedly, and he feels really, really bad that he never got that level of a reaction from you whenever you were with him even despite knowing you for longer
now as the party goes on, Akashi is seeing your dynamics with Seirin for the first time and he’s just really grateful that you found an amazing support group during your low times; he’s not particularly someone to get jealous, but he’s getting a BAD case of FOMO because he’s thinking of all the “what-if’s” and all the times he could’ve made you happy and stress-free
“Akashi-kun?”
“Ah… yes?” Akashi snaps out of his daze to see a mild smirk coming from Kuroko on his right side, and Kuroko was about to ask a question about who he was looking at before a shout of “Watch out!” and a ceramic plate came FLYING across the table to hit the Rakuzan captain square on his face
CUE SCREAMS OF PANIC AS MOMOI PUNCHES AOMINE ON THE HEAD AND RIKO JUMPS TO STRANGLE KAGAMI, AND YOU LITERALLY ZOOMED TO HIS SIDE TO CHECK ON ANY INJURIES
see, he could’ve easily dodged it, and he supposed that it’s his fault for not paying attention and dodging on time
thankfully, the plate didn’t break because Kuroko caught the plate before it reached the floor and placed it back on the table
Akashi still has a bruise or two on his face though… and ngl, everyone gulped when they saw him checking out the injuries with a handheld mirror, ready to get their ankles broken
you were so worried over his safety, he finds it really endearing… but he wants to elicit an expression other than looks of worry or tears or anger (flashback to when you cussed him out)
“Wait, but (y/n)...” Koganei said. “Since when were you so close to Akashi that you didn’t hesitate to touch his face?”
a few moments of silence for everyone to register his words
“EHHHH?????!!!!”
everyone is throwing QUESTION after QUESTION at the two of you, and Akashi just has a neutral face with his mouth parted while you were so embarrassed LMAO
Kise being a real best friend, tells them:
“Alright, alright, everyone! Let’s not forget about the birthday boy! Kurokocchi should be the center of our attention today!”
“Kise, that’s…”
“Anywho! Let’s light up the cake and find those party poppers…”
after the party though, when you all return to school, Seirin was READY to jump on you for interrogation, and you do reluctantly tell them that you and Akashi are a tentative couple
Riko: “SERIOUSLY? I mean… that’s kinda cute though…”
Hyuuga: “I mean… yeah, as long as you’re happy, it’s none of my business.”
Teppei: “I hope he treats you well, (y/n)-san.” and of course he gives you his signature head pats
Furihata, Tsuchida, Kawahara: “??????????????????? But why?”
Koganei: “Huh, guess that explains a lot.”
Kagami: “???????????? pt. 2 LMAO” and also “What do you even see in him?” in genuine curiosity
Izuki: “ I guess you two dove into this relationship without hesitation, eh? Get it, get it? Because doves are a symbol of lo—”
“Izuki, shut the fuck up.”
“It means that you love (Ai)kashi—” [Ai means love]
“IZUKI.”
Kuroko simply pretends that this is the first time he’s heard of you dating Akashi, and he gives you his heartfelt congratulations, and as long as Kuroko approves of it, you feel like you’re on the right track (he’s such a good judge of character!)
you and Akashi actually live VERY far apart, considering that your schools are equally just as far in distance, but that being said, for our rich boy Akashi, distance isn’t much of a problem when he can easily find ways to come visit any time
he can also pay for your transportation to visit Rakuzan if you ever felt like visiting him too (although, you insist to pay for your own things, but he’s not having it because he says it’s a treat for him to see you too)
whenever Akashi stops by the Seirin campus to visit, he’s just kind of awkward standing there like the prince that he is, waiting for the perfect opportunity to walk in, but every time, he’d ALWAYS notice how you’re so happy being with everyone here, especially with Izuki, and his guilt just comes back full force again
he wonders if this was right of him to date you when there’s so much people who can easily do a better job in getting you to smile and be completely yourself, especially since he’s been the source of your anguish for all these months (maybe even a year or two if he was counting the duration of your entire crush on him that you assumed to be unrequited)
“Seijurō!” your voice rang out, beckoning him to walk towards you and the group
all of the Seirin teammates are so wary of him, and are all hyper aware of his movements LOL, and Kuroko is just like “hi, you’re back” very casually
Kagami uses this as a chance to challenge a one-on-one on Akashi
Kagami gets destroyed in a few minutes flat
the whole time you’re just watching Akashi with heart eyes, unbeknownst to him while he was focused on Kagami
after the interrogation and Akashi passing the “first stage” of acceptance, you and him find time to have a cute date at a local shopping district to walk around and sightsee
Akashi finds it fun, he really did, but there’s a part of him that thinks you’d have more fun with people who know you better… a.k.a. Izuki, or legit any other Seirin member
he’s visibly distracted by his own thoughts, and you wave a hand to his face, asking if this was too boring for him
“No, no, of course I’m enjoying this with you,” he muses, putting a gentle kiss to your temple. “Shall we get moving?”
“Something’s bothering you isn’t it.”
“No,” he chuckles, giving a gentle smile, but you only frown at him… once again he sees that you weren’t smiling at him
“I’m serious Sei, I want to get to know the real you,” you softly chastise, pinching his cheek. “So I also want you to speak your mind around me.”
“Oh ho… I see that your boldness is still very present here,” he says in referring to your touch.
“Oh my god, can you drop it already? That’s so embarrassing—I cussed you out one time… hey don’t change the subject!”
“Hmm…” he hums for a bit before he comes clean. “I’m afraid that I might not be the right person to be worthy by your side after hurting you for so long.”
“... What makes you think that?” He hesitates, for the first time, not being so sure of himself and his emotions; he immediately thinks of Izuki and your good chemistry with him but dismisses the thought
“... I just do not think I’m capable enough to make you happy.”
“But you are. I’m very giddy to be with you right now.”
“Even happier than when you are with… your teammates?”
“Huh?”
“I apologize,” he hurriedly says. “They are your friends. I was out of line to question them.”
“No, no, it’s okay. Talk it out to me.” He’s uncharacteristically quiet as you both continue to walk and browse through the shops, and you carefully watch Akashi while he’s examining a few souvenirs on the display, patient for him to continue talking
“... the point guard.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Seirin’s point guard.”
“Izuki-kun? What about him?”
“While I’m aware that you only spend your time with him as a good friend… I want to spend just as much of a koala-ty time with you whenever we have the chance.”
he... says this with the straightest face, and you’re utterly confused before you saw some animal plushies on the store window, and the the koala plush, and then the cogs started turning in your head
“... Did you just say a pun?”
“Was it not sufficient?”
a few moments of silence pass and Akashi thinks he did something wrong because he wanted to make you smile (HELP poor captain), before you break into hysterics
between your fits of broken laughs and wheezes, you managed to ask if he was jealous of Izuki, to which he wholeheartedly kept denying until you wouldn’t stop being persistent
you reassure him over and over that he doesn’t need to act like Izuki to make you happy, but it was a pleasant surprise to see Akashi crack a “joke” nonetheless
he’s a bit new to the concept of dating and is still quite unsure of how to navigate this PLEASE GIVE HIM TIME
the date that day was a success (some of the Seirin teammates TOTALLY weren’t spying on you mid-date or anything…)
while Seirin is okay with you dating, visiting Rakuzan ALONE with the scary-ass captain and his “CROONIES” (hint: the rest of the team LMAOO) IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT STORY
RIKO AND HYUUGA are just like:
“What’s wrong with him coming here to visit you? Why do you gotta do the effort to visit him?”
“Uh… because I want to…”
“Yes, but who would you call to help over if something wrong happens? You’d be too far!”
“Uh, Akashi can help me if something happens.”
“With what, his scissors?” Kagami gives a deadpan look, and everyone turns to look at him in utter confusion LMAOOO like what does this redhead mean by SCISSORS???
Kuroko immediately jabs Kagami’s sides to silence him and smoothly changes the conversation before anyone asks any more questions about the “scissors” and potentially make them more reluctant to let you go
oh Kuroko, being the mediator and negotiator as always, trying to set some safety protocols for you to follow before everyone finally agrees to let you go see the infamous team alone
you know, Teppei is honestly just like, “Just go! Don’t worry about our (y/n) too much!”
Furihata is so concerned for your safety for valid reasons, but you reassure him that you won’t “die from the trip,” and no, this wouldn’t “be the last time” they’d see you before you leave
so when you stopped by Rakuzan’s gym after school after looking at the online maps, Hayama lets out a screech of terror before he starts pointing at you and calling you the “crazy ass chick” who tried to have a first-row seat ticket to death LOL
Hayama’s commotion brought everyone else’s attention to you, and Akashi was very surprised to see you all the way here
but he’s just standing at the back to watch how his teammates are reacting to you
Reo is the guy who would welcome you very warmly and would introduce you to the other team members who aren’t the starters, and he would actually ask if you were okay from last time
Nebuya is very laid back and throws a few muscle jokes much to Reo’s dismay, and he makes a comment about not you possibly not eating enough because at the time, he saw you almost tripping up your feet after you cussed out Akashi… he offers you his extra bowls if you ever feel hungry VERY SWEET GUY
Mayuzumi thinks you have balls, like who the fuck would come out alive after cussing out his captain but then COME BACK to said school of the captain… like why would you willingly walk back into the lion’s den??? so he thinks you’re dumb, but he has a shred of respect for you
Akashi is so amused at the spectacle and finally walks over to you after you noticed him
and he gives you an embrace and a chaste forehead kiss, and the entire gym goes silent
“Sei! I wanted to drop by as a surprise! Did you expect me?”
“Hm, I may have expected you to come sooner or later, but definitely not this quickly. Were transportation fees too much of a hassle?”
“Nope! I got everything covered! Do you want me to give you any chiropractic massages if you and your teammates need it?”
“You don’t need to do that, (y/n). You came here as a guest, not as a manager.”
“But…”
“Shhh, as soon as practice is done, I’ll take you anywhere you want in Kyotō. How does that sound?”
“Er… captain?” Reo holds up a hesitant finger to interrupt the two of you, while everyone else looks horrified at the sight of their captain looking serene
“Get a room, will you?” Mayuzumi only tuts in irritation while turning away to grab a nearby water bottle to down in one go
Nebuya merely stares in astonishment at the two of you, and his mind is thinking how the hell did you reel in this guy?
nah man, Hayama is GONE at this point: his brain has stopped functioning a while ago, and he’s standing there as stiff as a statue, scratching his head like a lost monkey // like he’s thinking how the fuck did this shit add up?? in his mind, he’s taking 2 plus 2 but it somehow ends up 94… that’s how he’s processing what he’s witnessing
the rest of the benchers and lower-string players are confused? who ARE you anyways?? Akashi?? dating??? that’s Rakuzan gossip of the century
TLDR; your first trip to Rakuzan may be awkward because the two of you stick out like a sore thumb, but eventually after multiple trips, the team slowly begins to consider you as one of their own
as per Akashi’s “suggestion” (hint: not a suggestion, but a strong recommendation), you were to be retreated with respect and kindness
why? Because Akashi never wants a repeat of the situation at Teiko ever again :(
as long as he is captain, and as long as he has the power and authority, he will do everything he can to make you happy and comfortable
don’t worry though, the Rakuzan starters are more than willing to punt any kid who talks shit about you
surprisingly, once Hayama comes around and accepts the fact that you were dating the captain, he’d be the most adamant and vocal protector, and he’s the one who shares the “inside tips and tricks” about the captain EEEE it’s so wholesome !!
the Rakuzan team is your certified bodyguard group, no debate
Reo might be the nosy mom who asks about who confessed first and the like…
the END, and I DO MEAN THE END THIS TIME
#knb#kuroko no basket#knb x reader#akashi seijuro#knb headcanons#akashi x reader#akashi seijuro x reader#teiko#knb teiko#teiko middle school#THE END FOR REAL
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Eyes On Fire
Summary: You’re watching an episode of The Vampire Diaries with Sebastian.
You were sitting on the far end of a couch next to Lizzie and Scarlett, Chris Evans was on the floor between you and Lizzie’s feet while Mackie and Sebastian were on the other couch on your left(no pun intended). You were all taking a break after a long day of filming. At the moment The Vampire Diaries was the most popular show airing, the fourth new season had been released, so you were all watching it collectively. You and Sebastian weren’t dating but there was definitely some tension between you two, you however never would take it further since you knew you couldn’t hook up without catching feelings. Sebastian had been wanting to ask you out but was too shy to do so since he thought he wouldn’t be your type, his shy side however seemed to disappear when you two would playfully banter.
The main character from the show Elena had recently become a vampire and had hooked up with Damon Salvatore. You had a huge crush on Ian Somerhalder, the actor who played Damon, you weren’t afraid to share that.
“I would seriously die if I met him” you said unbashful, “I don’t blame you” Lizzie said, followed by Scarlett nodding her head. You heard Chris below you smirk, “Ohh come on he’s not that good looking-”, “Are you serious, you need glasses, LOOK at him Evans, he’s fucking hot, I can’t” you defensively replied, “Chris is right, he’s not that good looking” Sebastian added, turning over to look at you, “Oh here we go again” Mackie huffed, signaling that you and Sebastian were about to debate again. “No no, I’m enjoying this episode so I’ll be quiet...for now” you said.
Ian’s character Damon’s fangs came out while he was hooking up again with Elena, “Hey Sebastian....you’re from Romania right?” you asked him, “Mhmmm”, “You know how vampires supposedly descended from there and well YOU’RE from there soooo do you have any friends who could be my Damon?” you asked him while raising your eyebrow at him. You heard Mackie and Evans burst out in laughter, “What’s so funny?” Sebastian asked them, “I thought she was going to ask YOU to turn her into a vampire” Mackie said, “Me too” Evans shared.
At this point the episode was getting steamy while the song Eyes On Fire by Blue Foundation played, “I will not ever hear this song and not think about this instead of Twilight, holy shit” you said, you hadn’t realized it but your mouth was slightly open at the two actors hooking up. Mackie caught you and elbowed Sebastian, causing Sebastian to look at you and roll his eyes. “Can you be anymore obvious about your crush for him?” he stated to you. “Is someone jealous? Damn I don’t know if I should be a little frightened about the fangs during sex or turned on by it” you shared.
“You know....Seabass over here can turn you into a vampire” Mackie said to you, “Ehhhh I’m not HIS type so he wouldn’t” you replied, this time you heard everyone but Sebastian giggle like little kids.
“Not MY type, what do you mean?” Sebastian asked, you honestly didn’t want to get into that conversation so you came up with an excuse, “We are not having this conversation at the moment because I’m very much enjoying this hot vampire sex so be quiet” you said to him, “Make me then” Sebastian retorted, “Make you what?”, “Make me shut up (Y/N)” he said winking at you, that caused butterflies in your stomach. To be honest the steamy scene playing in front of you had you growing wet down there but hearing Sebastian ask you to make him shut up didn’t help the situation at all.
“Of course, you’re too scared of me, I knew it” Sebastian continued to try to aggravate you, “Shut up, we are trying to watch this Sebastian” you said sternly. The others didn’t care about the episode, they were more caught up on what would happen next between you and Sebastian, “I said make me doll but you didn’t do anything” he smirked at you. You rolled your eyes at him doing your best to ignore him.
“That’s what I thought” he said a few moments later. Now or never you said to yourself. “Okay...” you said as a matter-of-factly getting up from your end of the couch, skipping over Chris’ legs. “Sorry for this Mackie” you said quickly. You got on top of Sebastian legs, straddling him, not even giving him even a second to register what was happening. You tugged his hair gently with one hand while using the other hand to squeeze his chin in order to pull his lips onto yours. You instantly used your tongue to touch his, you heard Sebastian groan, he moved his hands onto your back before using one of his hands to touch your soft hair. You heard everyone around you cheer for you two, Mackie was losing it since he was right next to you both. You grinded your hips onto his for a bit but stopped once you felt him get hard. Then suddenly you stopped, pulling his face back by his hair. “That shut you up didn’t it?” you said to him, smirking at him this time.
Sure enough, Sebastian was at loss for words, he didn’t know if what happened was real or one of his dreams about you. He kept looking at your face, seeing the smirk slapped across your face, you had won this time. You got up from his lap to walk away to get a breath of fresh air.
“Welll.... are you going after her or what because you are definitely her type” Mackie teasingly said him.
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Hermits Helping Hermits, and why it’s so brilliant
Excuse any grammar mistakes, it is very late and I am very tired as of writing this haha
First off, if you don’t know, there’s this new thing that the Hermits came up with called Hermits Helping Hermits- HHH for short as I like to call it. Here’s twitch’s VOD of Ren’s POV if you want to get to know that better, instead of reading a badly written paragraph about it by yours truly. (This one is by far the one with the most interactions with it, but there are far more hermits involved in this event :) <3 Check their twitch streams and/or Youtube VODS channels for more of that chit-chatting spicy goodness)
But, if you don't want to sit through two and half hours of video footage (which honestly I don't blame you), the best resume that I can give of it is- actually very explicit in the name. It's just a bunch of hermits helping out another hermit with a certain task, something that is repetitive and would take that hermit absolutely aeons to get done with. It's a very small resume, but at the end of the day, that /is/ the core of this "Event" of sorts.
Now that you got that out of the way, excuse me as I indulge in all of the details that make this simple concept fry up my brain with joy.
Collaboration. That's a word that we thrive for and love whenever a new stream or episode comes out, it brings out the best of all hermits involved while combining their skills and humour (which I'll touch upon in a bit). It's just overall a bomb fest of creativity and oh boy do we eat that shit up whenever we can (If you need any more proof of the fandom's love for collaborative works, check out the poles our beloved miners and crafters have done to us, audience, asking about which content we prefer. Really. It's absurd how much collabs destroy the other options of the polls).
And honestly... HHH is exactly all we have ever wanted in terms of interactions between hermits. You have a bunch of buzzing bees that are together, in this calm environment, doing tasks that don't quite require that much brainpower, and you got yourself this podcast-Esque vibe going on that just works wonderfully with the stream format that they have going on- And that's not even mentioning the use of the voice chat mod! The way that they don't have to just jumble about in VCs, and can just fly away to talk, promotes this easier way of being part of the action (In this first stream we could see hermits just showing up midway through, or leaving, which, unlike having to click away from Minecraft and onto Discord and switch VCs and all of this tedious process- It doesn't feel forced. It's organic, and they are the ones that have the power to do whatever they want.)
(Also quick note not to ever pressure the content creators into talking or joining in yada yada don't be a prick about it <3 They are human beings too, not your personal TV show)
Humour. (Told you that we were going to talk about this) ...Actually, I'm lying, this is more to analyze their interactions and tie with the thing that I talked about above, but I don't actually want to make two separate tabs for this text so like ehhhh- Okay okay so. We all know that putting different types of personalities into a room is bound to give some good shenanigans, we all know that show and tale, so I am not going to re-tell it (Unless someone someday wants me to write about that which I doubt because I'd be a massive nerd about it). No, I want to focus more on the environment itself and how /that/ is one of the tricks on how their conversations turn into this amalgamation of chiller, more daring topics.
Now, by more daring topics, I don't mean that they are going to start cursing out their viewers, but it overall feels like we get to retire a bit from the Minecraft Funny Persona, and focus more on the humans being behind it. Of course, their personal lives are none of our business, but it's nice to see them acting like the nerdy adults that they are- Which I feel is a bit forgotten in this fandom, yknow? The fact that they, too, are absolutely silly and would laugh at 69 jokes as much as we do (season 5 chatting my beloved). This chill, lowkey profile induced by the conditions I talked about above impacts their humour, and thus, their way of interacting in this free for all space where they can just vibe!
Also, I cannot mention this ^ without congratulating Rendog for his way of giving everyone their own moment on the spotlight. If it hasn't been clear before by the Hermitcraft panel at Minecon a few years ago (which he was the host of :) <3), Ren is bloody AMAZING at sparking conversation, and overall debate managing; I blame his cockiness and his lack of shame, but who am I to judge. The way that he managed the tasks given, and was able to put everyone on track when the train was moving away from the action, really shows his skills when it comes to entertaining an audience. I am NOT going to forgive him for the pee talk though, hate the furry </3 /j
Creativity! This is just a small thing that I catched on when I was watching, but I really liked how Bdubs was giving tips on how to make the spikes on the biome pop up more (by the use of walls, stairs, slabs). It wasn't something that was really the centre of attention in this "episode" of HHH, but I appreciate the possibilities that this gives in terms of hermits learning as they work together on something, the sentiment of giving tips and tricks as to how to make something pop up, or how to improve on a certain detail- Another moment involving this was when Xisuma was talking about that lava cast shemanty machinery that I am far too dumb to talk about but you know what, he sure was saying words and I am sure they are very useful. The collaborative process of coming up with ideas and solutions is one that always fascinates me (Maybe that's why the mayoral building is my favourite one of the season so far) and I cannot wait to see what else they can bring to the table, even if it's small.
If this hasn’t convinced you yet I don’t know what it will, but, to be fair, I'm just someone that is Far Too Excited about HHH :pensive_emote: But to wrap things up very badly because I am awful at closing statements, the hermits look like they are having fun with it, which is what matters at the end of the day! They are all kind, wonderful individuals that treat us far too good, and this is not exception. Can't wait to see what they are going to do next, and how this event series is going to develop :) <3
(I was also going to go more on topic about the interactions that happened and jokes, but honestly I think that's a side document for another day dsjffsdmf;;)
#I am nooooot proof reading this#i have an essay to do and this aint it chief!!#hermitcraft#mcyt#long post#rendog#tagging as that since i am showering the man in praises jsdfnsdf#hermits help hermits#salty rambles#bdoubleo100#xisuma#since they are also specifically mentioned here#i give all of the hermits some choccy milk#hermits helping hermits
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sick headcanons!
anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333
a/n: sorry it took so long <//3
pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader
warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers
can be seen platonically and romantically <3
kaminari:
Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless
Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???
*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”
*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”
He’d try his best regardless tho
He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming
On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way
“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”
Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried
What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????
They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning
Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu
Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move
Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again
Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”
like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best
he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes
he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite
but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever
he gave you extra attention too
sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket
you appreciated it though
except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours
kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”
it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day
it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class
he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried
did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly
did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely
kirishima:
hear me out
this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people
when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others
he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~
whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”
he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff
and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others
“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”
he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)
stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick
yes this boy tells his parents you're sick
i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!
alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)
when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more
he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness
“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”
tokoyami:
i love birds
also look at baby toko he's so cute
do birds get sick?
anyways
tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it
he's not gonna ignore you or anything
he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest
but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone
it would ruin his whole ~vibe~
dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do
it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you
mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest
he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends
you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)
you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes
tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow
tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time
dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you
off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings
so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output
back to you
so training is over and so is your nap
but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you
half of them weren't yours either
they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed
it kinda felt like a nest- oh
you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest
“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”
tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle
“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming
you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow
“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”
you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again
aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you
but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be
“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”
monoma:
oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*
coughs
anyways
so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training
they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4
she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri
nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though
all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”
he did secretly like the classes growing together more though
he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training
one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot
“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”
used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework
“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”
“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”
your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper
he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately
you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever
“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”
“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space
how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up
class 1A really was incompetent
“sato-san, give me a hand”
sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up
“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”
it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason
kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier
uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier
it was training for all of them
monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it
anyways
sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder
“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking
before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed
“you're lighter than i thought”
“i think i'm gonna throw up”
so you hurled into your garbage can
monoma held back whatever there was to hold back
(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)
“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”
you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle
“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”
“awe caring for me, monoma?”
“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”
he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air
“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”
he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water
“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”
you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore
with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully
monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you
“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”
he whispered those words to himself
(he did care)
#bnha imagines#bnha#bnha x reader#bnha x gn!reader#Kaminari Denki#kaminari x reader#kaminari fluff#kaminari imagine#kirishima eijirou#kirishima fluff#kirishima x gender neutral reader#kirishima x you#kirishima x reader#bnha tokoyami#tokoyami headcanons#tokoyami fluff#tokoyami x reader#monoma x reader#mha monoma#monoma x y/n#monoma neito#monoma fluff
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The Suspended Cousin
WC: 1332
A/N: Have I hit a writer’s block? Maybe. Also, I’ll be creating a masterlist for this series so keep your eye out for that! I’ll probably edit this to the other parts.
P.S. If you guys want me to start making these longer as compared to short ones on a certain ‘schedule’, tell me!
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A soft knock came from your door. Yuki opened it to show Ushijima, who was slightly sweaty from his run. You had seen him run around the campus before school, only if you woke up early enough though. The only reason you’d willingly get out of bed that early was if you couldn’t sleep or you were really craving some street food as breakfast.
Maybe once your concussion heals, you should join him. Actually, his long legs would leave you in the dust. Unless you were going to miraculously grow a few inches, keeping up with him wasn’t going to be easy. Given that you were the libero for a reason, growing probably wasn’t going to happen.
Ushijima waited in your doorway, taking up the majority of its frame. Something about his chest heaving and hair clinging to his forehead from his sweat made your heart accelerate. You managed not to stutter, “Ah, good morning Ushijima.”
Yuki turned to you and winked. No doubt she was going to ask you about this later. You blushed and waved her off, to which she chuckled aloud. “See you two later.” Yuki sang.
You groaned internally, envisioning how you’d smack her later. For now, you put on your sunglasses and walked towards Ushijima. He walked a bit behind you before taking his place by your side. “Do you want me to carry you?”
You chuckled nervously, “No, no, I’m fine. Thank you, though.”
Upon nearing the stairs, nausea overwhelmed you. You always had a hard time with drastic changes in height if you were driving up or down a mountain. Perhaps it was the depth perception? You wouldn’t know, you’re not a doctor.
To your side, you felt a nudge on your hand. You looked up to see Ushijima, who was sheepishly reaching for your hand. “Yes Ushijima?”
“I thought you’d want to hold hands like yesterday.” He stated, simply blinking at you.
Was he being shy? How cute. You smiled reassuringly, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
After having your consent, his hand clutched yours gently. Of course, his hands were calloused but something about that made his secure hold more comforting. For such a big man that plays rough on the court, he was surprisingly gentle with everything else. No one would’ve thought that the stone-faced ace would be such a big teddy bear.
“Y/N, you’re red. Do you have a fever?” Ushijima asked, about to touch your forehead with his other hand.
“Nope!” You squeaked, “I’m fine!”
He didn’t ask any more questions – thank goodness. Until he did, “Do I know your cousin?”
You chuckled nervously, “I hope you don’t for your sake. He’s suspended right now.”
Ushijima looked at you with slightly widened eyes, no doubt thinking the worst of your cousin. You immediately went to your cousin’s defense. “N-no! It wasn’t for anything too serious. He just did something stupid to make his principal upset.”
Ushijima nodded, but didn’t look too convinced. “Is he as short as you?”
“Ehhhh?” You whined. “I’m not short! You’re just very tall.”
“That’s a fact,” Ushijima allowed. “But it’s also a fact that you’re short.”
You didn’t reply to that, knowing it was useless by now. But you did say, “Well, my cousin is very short now that I think about it. I am a bit taller than him, though!”
You realized you said the last part too confidently, but Ushijima displayed a small smile. His silence wasn’t awkward. On the contrary, it was comforting.
“Oh, I guess we’re at class now, aren’t we?” You chuckled. “Thank you, Ushijima. You don’t need to do anything for me the rest of the day.”
“I’ll still do something,” he deadpanned.
“I don’t doubt that Ushijima,” you said before waving goodbye. Of course, you’d still see him in some of your classes but you weren’t sure you could casually speak to him yet. Then again, Ushijima seemed to do whatever he wanted without much worry. So, there wasn’t much use in arguing with him either.
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“Tendo, what do I do for Y/N?” Ushijima asked as his red-headed friend joined him for lunch. Despite asking such an out-of-character question, he casually ate his rice without any concern. But for everyone else, it might as well have been the first moon-landing.
“Are you finally making a move?” Semi asked, raising an eyebrow and lifting a small smile.
Ushijima nodded. As Tendo sat down, he drew a thoughtful expression. “I know that she really likes Pocky. If you get her the Cookies & Cream flavor, she’ll definitely fall in love with you.”
Against Ushijima's will, his cheeks blushed profusely. “She’ll love me?”
“Can our ace not understand sarcasm?” Goshiki mockingly asked.
Imaginary characters floated around Shirabu’s head, as if warning the first-year to tread carefully. The characters seemed to get the message across: Oh, you think you’re so good at picking up social cues? What makes you think you can even compare?
Effectively, Goshiki was silenced by his upperclassman. “A-anyways, how did you finally talk to Y/N-san? All you’ve ever done is stare at her.”
“I gave her a concussion when we practiced together,” Ushijima replied casually. He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling the same guilt from the day before.
So, I need to get a pretty girlfriend by giving her a concussion, too?! Goshiki internally screamed to himself. The poor first-year wheezed out, an imaginary ghost leaving his body.
Shirabu only blinked at the bowl-cut boy before returning his attention to Ushijima. “And now you’re her servant?”
“It’s not like that,” Ushijima defended, but didn’t portray any anger.
“I think it’s ‘cause he likes that,” Tendo said with a dirty smirk. Semi and Shirabu groaned, with Goshiki dying once more.
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“Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you to the café?” Ushijima asked as he walked you to the school gate.
You nodded with a smile on your face, “I’m sure. Have fun at practice, Ushijima!”
Before he could say anything else, you ran off. He knew you were just meeting up with your cousin, but he wished that he could have some more time with you. Ushijima frowned, clutching the pocky he had bought for you.
Oblivious to the boy you left behind, you journeyed to the café that your cousin said you’d meet at. You entered the restaurant and searched, looking for that familiar spiky hair. Huffing, you didn’t see that he was there yet. You sat down and decided to look at the menu.
Then, he arrived.
“Y/N!” You heard your cousin scream.
Although you cringed, you still smiled. The small boy wrapped you in a hug, making you giggle. “How are you, Yu-chan?”
Letting you go, your cousin grinned, with that classic Nishinoya grin from his side of the family. Although you smiled, your brain still throbbed. Perhaps you should’ve moved this to a different day. “Please don’t be so loud.”
“Wait a minute – do you have a concussion?” He asked, frowning with concern. “How’d you get it?”
“I was practicing with...” how should you address Ushijima? “Uhhh, someone.”
Yu sneered and started to make fists and throw jabs, “Well that someone is gonna get beat when I see them.”
Never in a thousand years would you want your family to fight with your crush. However, imagining Yu trying to fit someone literally twice his size made you giggle. “For your sake, don’t.”
“Do I need to remind you that I’m the best libero ever?”
You pursed your lips, not wanting to ensue another rant about his superiority. “No. But, just don’t please.”
He rolled his eyes, “Okay, fine. But I’ll get help from this guy I know if you want.”
Yu might’ve been just talking about some friend he had. Or, in the short time he’s been suspended, he had joined a yakuza. Either way, you knew that this simp would probably create a gang to protect you. If only you knew how that friend group would impact your relationship.
A/N: For clarification, you and Nishinoya are related through your mothers’ side so you can keep your last name lol. Plus, it won’t be too confusing if I need to use both of their last names later on :p
#Ushijima Wakatoshi#ushijima x reader#ushijima x y/n#ushiwaka#ushijima fic#hq nishinoya#haikyuu!!#semi eita#haikyuu tendou#TENDOU SATORI
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please momnight conent? Like student reader is upset/struggling with the material and goes to her for help or something literally please momnight im begging u
omg u do not have to beg kind anon i am happy to write momnight
“I’m sorry I feel really stupid..” You scrub at your face sitting in front of your teacher, she’s crouched down to eye level, one arm draped across your desk. “I just don’t understand this part at all..” You set your pencil down to use both hands, scrubbing at both of your eyes now. “Hey come on, don’t say that!” Nemuri squeezes your wrist, “you’ll hurt yourself, just try reading it over again, sometimes that’s all it takes to get it to click.” “I’m wasting your time, you have way more important things to be doing.” You mutter, “I’m sorry Midnight I think I’m a lost cause.” She lets out a loud gasp at that. “Don’t say that sort of thing! NO way are you a lost cause!” She closes the book between you, “look at me.” “I’m embarrassed. I know I’m strong but when it comes to bookish stuff I’m totally useless. You must think I’m an absolute moron-” “No, I think Present Mic is a total moron.” She rests her chin in her hand as you finally look at her, chuckling to yourself over her jab at your English teacher. “There we go. A little smile helps you feel much better huh?” She nudges your calf underneath the desk, you nod meekly. “And anyways... I don’t think you’re a moron, I think you’re a kid. A student with a lot to learn. But you’re learning, even if its hard. Honestly, that's commendable, if this doesn’t come naturally to you putting in all the work to still do well is admirable, you don’t have to be the best you just have to do your best.” “But I-” “No buts.” She frowns, “don’t talk back to your teacher.” “Ow did you just pinch me- stop!” You pull your legs up into your chair as her attack on your leg continues. “No one is good at everything. And yes I mean no one. Not a single person.” “Well... what about All Might?” As soon as you finish she’s rolling her eyes. “He can’t even make a cup of coffee, and he’s never sent me a text that doesn’t have some sort of spelling error.” “Principal Nezu?” “He’s not a person he doesn’t count.” You snort at that and rest your chin against your bent knees. “Well what about you? It sure seems like your good at everything...” You hug your legs to your chest and she pricks up a bit as you continue, “I just wanna be like you. You’re strong and smart and everyone likes you and you’re reliable and even if people underestimate you you always prove them wrong, even when you aren’t in the spotlight you’re doing the most to help...I... I wanna be like that, I wanna be just like you Miss Kayama.” “Oh god I...I think I’m gonna cry.” She sucks in a deep breath. “What? Why would you do that dont-! Don’t cry!” You fumble as she sits back on her haunches. “Well then don’t be such a little cherub!” She argues and then sighs, “look, I’ll be honest with you okay?” She reaches out and takes your hand, “it’s a really long time coming. Three years is a lot longer than it seems, and you’ve got a lot to learn. But you’re right, you are strong, and you are smart, smarter than you think.” She promises as she rests her chin on your desk, “even by coming to me for help you’ve proven how much you want this, how much you care about getting to your destination and..you know between you and I..you really do remind me of myself when I was your age.” She sighs wistfully and you grin at her, “yes you do, we’re practically spitting images of each other.” “Shut up Midnight.” You chortle, unfolding your legs. “Ouch! What happened to Miss Kayama?!”” She pouts, picking her head up, “I’ll report you for insubordinance.” “No you won’t.” You cheese at her and she shrugs, waving her hand. “Ehhhh, yeah I guess you’re right. I won’t. especially not after you said you think I’m perfect.” “Well are you or aren’t you?” “Hm...I’d like to think I am.” She taps her bottom lip with her free hand and you snort, “though Mic says I have a terrible music taste, and Eraser says my sense of humor is shot...once Vlad told me I’m the worst driver he’s ever had the displeasure of accompanying on a grocery run, All Might says I’ve got one of the messiest cars he’s ever seen...oh Hound Dog also told me once that I make the worst cup of coffee on the planet and Cementoss agreed with him. But those are just opinions and they’re subjective so I’m...subjecting them to the trash.” “I don’t think that’s how constructive criticism is meant to work.” You grin at the thought of her fellow teachers digging into her though. “Ehhh..you say tomato..” She waves it off and then piques, “now I’ve got a question.” “if it’s about this material then sorry because I’m really shot for-” “No, no. You really want to be like me?” You flush, you can feel it in your ears, you murmur, “...yes...” “I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you-” “Yes!” You shout it a little louder than intended but she’s just laughing. “Really? Me?” I didn’t think I was exactly childhood role-model material.” “That’s why I liked you..” You pluck at the fabric of your shirt, “everyone always wrote you off, but you always came through in the end, you always proved you were a lot more than your branding. I thought it was cool...that you didn’t try to be one dimensional, that you could be pretty and strong and smart.” You look up at her, “everyone likes you, everyone relies on you. I want to be that sort of strong. Forget picking up cars, forget punching in villains..I want people to need me like they need you. Like I need you.” “Wow, I’m really gonna cry.” “I told you don’t cry!” You snap, “you’re embarrassing me.” You cross your arms and she gasps. “You’re the one who went on the wild tangent!” Her laughter fizzles out and she stands, “come on.” She offers you a hand, “I think you get to call it for the afternoon, you’re probably the last student left here.” You let her pull you out of your seat, she wraps an arm around you and squeezes you into her side, “how about an extra day to work on the assignment?” “Are you playing favorites?” You ask her wearily. “No. If someone else needs an extra day all they need to do is ask.” She hums, “try rereading the chapter tonight, and writing a summary of it. Give that to me tomorrow and I’ll let you know if you’re on the right track.” “What if I’m not?” You gnaw at your lip nervously. “That’s what I’m here for, duh. Now let me walk you back to the dorms.”
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Sharing Is Caring [3rd Gym Gang]
Day 11. Orgy (Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukki, Akaashi)
!!18+!!
WC: 6059
Pairing: Fem!YN x Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukki and Akaashi
Contains: Orgy, Oral, Anal, DP, Dubcon, Daddy/Sir Kink, Prasing, Degradation, Vouyerism, Being recorded, semi-public sex... It’s a lot, okay??
Ry: I… I hope you like it u////u
[Smut Under Cut]
You had always loved Volleyball, but due to a knee injury of your own during middle school, could no longer play it, so you decided managing would be the next best thing. You had managed the girls team back in high school, but here at Nekoma University, the girls team already had two managers. You had then been told the boys team had no managers at all aside from the coaches, and you felt compelled to join.
When you had come into the gym on the second day of College, asking about becoming a manager for the Boys Volleyball team, you had been suddenly surrounded and your ears filled with the sounds of happy sobbing. They had all been so excited to get a manager, and a cute girl at that. None of them wasted any time flirting when they could with you, but it was Kenma and Kuroo who had really caught your eye. Something about the two senpai stuck with you.
Surprisingly, the two of them had ended up coming to you, led majority by Kuroo, and asked if you wanted to be in a relationship with the two of them. Of course, you had to keep it mostly a secret, since they didn’t want the other guys on the team to be jealous about it. You did your best to be discreet, and really, it wasn’t odd for you to spend a lot of time with the Captain and Co-Captain, being the only manager they had.
It was now July, and like always, they had their summer week long Tokyo training camp with several other schools, including Karasuno University, a tradition since high school to now invite them.
It was Nekoma University that was hosting this year and you ended up being roomed with the other female managers, all of whom you had only met before at practice matches. You hadn’t really had any time to get to know any of the other members of the other teams, but you didn’t really mind either way.
All the schools were shocked when they had met you, surprised someone was actually Nekoma’s Manager. It had caused Yamamoto to brag happily that they finally got a hot girl as their manager, who could “rival” that of Kiyoko, but that had earned him a smack across the head from you, telling him not to act up and you weren’t in any competitions.
The day went by, helping the other girls with chores around while the boys all played. Every now and then, you’d watch a match or two, but it was mostly time spent with the girls until lunch. Having gone to get more plates, you were heading back when you were stopped.
Kuroo came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling the top of your head, “Mmm, it’s been so long since I’ve held you like this,” he purrs in your ear.
You giggle softly, “Tetsu-chan, it’s been since this morning,” you gently remind him.
“But I’ve worked so hard since then!” he whines, “Plus, I won’t be able to just take you home after this,” he murmured into your ear, gently nibbling at it.
“Hm, I guess that is true since we’ll be staying here on campus for the week,” you muse, smirking a bit. “Where’s Kenma?” you wonder, looking around for your other boyfriend.
“Oh, he’s busy with Chibi-chan. They’re like, best friends,” Kuroo explains, shrugging a bit. “He’ll probably come see you later, I can tell he’s getting drained already. Everyone’s gotten so much better since last year,” he goes on, explaining how Tsukishima and Washio had both been getting way better in their blocking skills. You leaned into him, forgetting your mission, snuggling into his back, inhaling his musky scent from all the sweat. “Oh hey, we’ll be doing a two on two later after our main training is done, want to come by and watch?” he asked, peppering your neck with kisses as he spoke.
You let out a soft moan, nodding slowly, “Mmm, sure. I like watching you play,” you tell him.
“Mmm, perfect, princess. You motivate me,” he purrs, nipping your ear again before taking the plates from you. “Well, let’s go before someone tries to come find us,” he laughs.
You can feel yourself blushing, nodding again, “Sure, sure,” you laughed, taking some of the plates back and grinning as Kuroo pouted.
The rest of the day had gone by without a hitch, everyone taking plenty of turns with penalties. They had all grown so much, and it was extremely hard playing against each other at this point. You had just finished cleaning up the main gym, going to change before finding your boyfriends and their friends for the two-on-two game. You had changed from your regular capri’s you wore during practice to a pair of shorts, since it was still hot outside. Still wearing your Nekoma jacket, unzipped, showing off your soft blue tank top, your cleavage bouncing slightly as you walked as you hadn’t worn a bra. Truthfully, you hated them, avoiding them as much as possible.
Getting to the practice gym, you noticed the door was already cracked open, peeking inside. You were honestly shocked they weren’t all exhausted on the floor of the gym after today. You were tired from watching them! Inside were two players from Fukurodani, Kotaro Bokuto and Keiji Akaashi, and the tall middle blocker from Karasuno, Kei Tsukishima, along with your two boyfriends. Akaashi was setting while the two on two game was Kuroo and Bokuto against Kenma and Tsukishima.
Unable to help it as Kenma gave very little effort into blocking, you giggled a bit too loudly, all five pairs of eyes instantly finding you behind the slightly cracked door.
“Hey Hey! LN-chan!” Bokuto was the first to come running to you, opening the door wide and ushering you in, “I didn’t know you’d be stopping by!” his arm slung around your shoulder.
“O-Oh, yeah, I was just… um.. walking by when I heard you all…” you say nervously, Bokuto’s hand on your shoulder gently squeezing. Your eyes flicker to Kenma and Kuroo, hoping they aren’t angry someone else is touching you in such a way. Neither seems bothered, though.
“So you just decided to stop and peek in?” you hear Tsukishima wonder, his arms crossed.
“Well, this is Nekoma’s campus and I am the manager,” you reply, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout, your arms crossing, “I can peek in if I want to.”
“Tsuki! You better be nice to my girlfriend” Kuroo said, coming over to you and pulling you to his chest, Bokuto pouting for a moment before his mouth hung open.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared, quiet for a while.
“Our girlfriend,” Kenma finally said, his voice quiet but loud enough to be heard in the gym.
“EHHHH?” Bokuto shouted, looking between the three of you. “Seriously, seriously!? Wow Kuroo! Kozume! You two are so lucky!” he whined. “I want to date her too!”
“She is very attractive,” Akaashi says, though he’s not as surprised as the others, or at least not showing it.
“You’re seriously dating these two?” Tsukishima asks you, but is only pointing to Kuroo.
“Hey what's that supposed to mean!?” Kuroo growls, “She’s my precious princess!” he declares rather loudly. He turns his attention back to you, “Did you wear those shorts just for us?” Kuroo asks, his voice a purr, “I told you others would be here… Or was this because there’d be others?” he teases, squeezing your hip as he says this, making a rather loud moan escape your lips
Your eyes widen, the sound echoing in the nearly empty gym, your face feeling hotter by the second.
“Wow, that was hot,” Bokuto breaths out, his pants tightening.
Tsukishima is biting his bottom lip so hard you expect to see blood start to drip down his chin.
Akaashi isn’t even looking towards you, but you can see the red in his ears.
Kenma is beside you in an instant, lacing your fingers with his, “Answer his question, kitten,” he purrs into your ear. You whimper, shifting a bit, feeling all eyes on you. Were they trying to tease you in front of the others?
“It.. it wasn’t on purpose… I think they shrunk in the wash…” you manage to get out, burying your face in Kuroo’s shoulder in embarrassment.
“Mmm, but why not wear sweats?” Kuroo presses.
“I… W.. Well….” you stumble, unsure what to say. Yes, you had worn these shorts for your boyfriends, but you hadn’t expected them all to be staring at you this way, with a certain hunger in their eyes that made you squirm.
“Answer him,” Kenma encouraged, “You’re not in trouble,” he reassures you.
“Well, hold on, Kenma, she might be. Teasing guys other than her boyfriends? Doesn’t that sound like something that should be punished?” Kuroo says, his eyes flickering around the room.
Kenma hums in agreement, but waits for your answer.
“I… I wanted to wear these for you two…” you finally tell them honestly, your legs shifting at the odd feeling pooling in your panties.
“So you are being a tease?” Kuroo confirms, smacking your ass with a loud slap. Unable to help it, you let out a yelp, your body shivering a bit. They really had trained your body well in the last few months. His eyes tell you how he wants you to answer him.
“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you murmur.
Bokuto lets out an ungodly loud groan, Akaashi is shifting himself as he tries to adjust his hard-on, while Tsukishima is just staring at you, apparently in shock.
“Good girl,” Kuroo purrs, kissing your temple, “Looks like you’ve got some admirers…”
Your eyes flickering between all of the boys in the gym, looking down and shifting again, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Kenma gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him, kissing your lips briefly before forcing you to look at Bokuto.
“Are you going to take responsibility for that?” Kenma whispers in your ear.
Your eyes flicker down to Bokuto’s shorts, seeing how tight they had become from his erection, his eyes looking you up and down.
“Want to show Bokuto-san what a naughty princess you are?” Kuroo wondered out loud. “If you guys want to be involved, her punishment can be to take all of us,” he said, licking his lips as he watched you, gently nudging you towards Bokuto.
You inhaled a shaky breath but nodded at your tall, black haired boyfriend. For some reason, deep within you, you really wanted this, to be shared, with all the eyes watching you.
Bokuto groaned at your silent reply, getting closer to you cautiously, half wondering if this was a dream. “I’m okay with it,” he said, his voice already thick with lust.
“Show him what a good girl you are, even if you are a slutty one,” Kuroo encouraged, smirking.
Once you’re in front of Bokuto, you slip down onto your knees when Kenma lets go of your hand fully, looking up into Bokuto's eyes as you pull his shorts down enough that his cock springs out. As you look it over, you can tell it’s definitely thicker than either Kuroo and Kenma, and you wonder for half a second if it’ll even fit in your mouth. Flicking your tongue over the slit to taste a bead of pre-cum before you run your tongue along the underside, pressing into the vein.
“Akaashi? Tsuki?” It was Kenma that asked, which surprised everyone aside from you, who was too busy slurping on Bokuto’s cock as they spoke. Both stayed silent for a while.
You began taking it all in, making sure to keep your cheeks hollow as you sucked and slurped, your tongue swirling around as best it could. Your head began to bob, your eyes glancing up to see how Bokuto was doing. His face was twisted in pleasure, drool coming from one side of his mouth as his hands rested on your shoulders, gently squeezing as he groaned softly and mumbled.
“A-Akaashi… You need to try her mouth,” Bokuto panted out as he began to move his hips, one of his hands twisted behind your head to keep you from moving back.
Akaashi cleared his throat and shifted a bit, trying to decide what to do, “O.. Okay… As long as.. You guys really don’t care…”
Tsukishima shifted in place, brought out of his trace as he stepped forward, he had been wanting to touch you since the moment he laid eyes on you at the first practice game. “F-Fine…” he grumbles, as if not already hard.
“Not at all, she deserves it for being such a fucking tease,” Kuroo replied as he leaned down to smack your ass again.
You moaned against Bokuto’s cock, the vibration causing him to shiver and begin moving his hips faster, his cock shoving down your throat. While it did burn a bit, you didn’t gag, not having had gag reflex since you were younger, which you were glad for now. Bokuto seems to perk up at this, practically purring as he starts going faster, watching you take his entire cock in your mouth, down into your throat. “F-Fuck,” he pants as he keeps going, his hips getting a bit wilder as he got close.
Kuroo smirks and pulls you away, lifting you up by hooking his arms under your armpits. You whine softly, looking back at him with confusion.
Bokuto mimics your whining, “Kuroo! What was that for? I was so close!” he complains.
“Exactly, do you want this to end that quickly?”
“Fuck you that was quick!” Bokuto snaps. “She’s just that good!”
“Oh, I know,” Kuroo grins widely and unzips your jacket the rest of the way, slipping it off your shoulders before lifting your top up to your neck, exposing your breasts and the fact you didn’t have a bra on.
“Oh, not wearing a bra? Wow, did you want this to happen, princess?” he wonders as he gently gropes one, pressing his hard-on against your back.
To be fair, you had expected sex from your boyfriends, not expecting them to tease you like this and share you. “I…” your eyes flicker to everyone before looking back at him, “I wanted you to touch me right after practice, Daddy,” you murmur, feeling all the pairs of eyes boring into your exposed body.
“Now your daddies have to share you because you were a naughty girl. You better be on your best behavior and show our friends a good time, okay? What kind of host would we be if you don’t help them relieve some stress?” Kuroo’s words swim in your head, making you whimper softly at the thought of all these men being inside of you.
Kenma reaches over, rolling one of your nipples between this thumb, making you moan loudly. “Who do you want to fuck you first?” he asks, and when you don’t answer right away, he pinches it again, making you wiggle and whine as Kuroo holds you up, his arms hooked under yours again. “Answer faster, kitten,” Kenma urges.
You look around at all the men, swallowing a hard lump in your throat as you finally reply, “Bokuto-san…”
Bokuto grins widely and jumps up, “Yes!” he shouts, excited to try out your pussy since your mouth had been so amazing. Your eyes lock with Akaashi for a moment, your mouth opening in response to the hunger in his eyes, sticking your tongue out as an invitation.
“Isn’t she such a pretty thing~” Kuroo coos as he picks you up, making you squeak, and leads everyone into the gym equipment room. Kenma and Akaashi get one of the mats and get it settled before Kuroo places you onto it, “Get onto all fours for now,” he instructs.
You waste no time obeying, getting onto your hands and knees, looking up at all five of them with curiosity sparkling in your eyes.
“Fuck, that’s a sexy look,” Kuroo curses under his breath, palming himself as he watched Bokuto get behind you and Akaashi get in front. Seeing you in this way made him just want to take you himself, but he was going to enjoy all of this.
Kenma gently nudged Tsukishima into going to stand by Akaashi, mentioning how you only needed one hand to balance yourself.
“Aw, shit, do you guys have condoms?” Bokuto wonders.
Kenma shrugs, “It’ll be fine, right, kitten?”
You nod, “Y-Yes, c-cum inside me,” you murmur, looking over your shoulder just enough to lock eyes with Bokuto.
“Stop. Bokuto, spank her. Hard,” Kuroo stern voice sends shivers down your spine.
Bokuto instantly did so without question, smacking your ass rather hard, a handprint shaped welt starting to form already as he looked towards Kuroo in confusion. You let out a yelp, your knees shaking as you try your best to stay up, whimpering, eyes tearing up a bit. “Ah- Sorr-'' he goes to apologize for being too hard but Kuroo stops him.
“Don’t apologize to her, she deserved that. What do you say, princess?” Kuroo urges, his eyes narrowed.
You swallowed hard, “P-Please cum inside me, Sir,” you say more clearly, fixing your earlier words, looking back at Bokuto with pleading eyes. Your legs are shaking, your hips wiggling as you try to get some friction on your already sopping pussy.
Kuroo grins, “Good girl,” he sweetly spoke to you now, then turned his attention on the others, “Now it’s okay to give her attention,” he told them.
Bokuto nodded excitedly, “Don’t mind if I do, then,” he purrs, his erection lining up with your folds as he runs the length against you, shivering a bit at the sound of your slick echoing in the room. “She’s so wet,” you hear Bokuto’s deep voice ring in your ears.
“She’s a good kitten,” Kenma murmurs, sitting in the corner on some equipment, one hand slowly rubbing his stiff cock while the other holds the phone’s camera focused solely on you.
You gently paw at Akaashi’s shorts until he pulls them down enough that his large cock springs out, slapping onto your tongue that you had stuck out again for him. Knowing you need your hand for other things, you slurp Akaashi’s cock into your mouth, your tongue pressed flat against the underside vein as you hollow out your cheeks and begin to suck vigorously.
“F-Fuck,” Akaashi hisses out.
Your hand goes up to find Tsukishima, who seems to have understood as he’s suddenly there, his own shorts already down. While his cock looks like the thinnest in terms of girth, he also appears to be rather long, maybe even rivaling Kuroo’s length. You begin to pump at his cock as you bob your head around Akaashi’s length, trying to focus on everything all at once. Letting out a loud whimper you think about all these different cocks about to stuff you, shivering a bit.
Akaashi grips your hair, his body shaking a bit at the vibrations from your throat as his hips begin to move, taking over some of your thinking for you as you allow him to simply face fuck you, still minding to keep your cheeks hollow as you do your best to give Tsukishima a good hand-job.
Bokuto licks his lips as he stares at your ass, rubbing his length across you a few more times before he slowly begins pushing the head in, inhaling sharply at how tight you are. “Ooooh fuck… She’s so wet but still.. so tight…” he groans, still pushing inside of you, giving you little time to adjust to the burning stretch you were feeling.
You end up choking and coughing a bit around Akaashi’s cock from the feeling of Bokuto filling your pussy up, but that only makes Akaashi grip your hair that much tighter, his hips keeping his rhythm as you adjusted back. “Good girl,” Akaashi’s praise reached your ears, making you purr, eyes looking up at him with interest.
“She’s a natural fuck doll, isn’t she?” Kuroo says, his voice dripping with pride. He and Kenma had made you sensitive to touches and praise, sure, but you were a natural all on your own, and Kuroo was extremely proud to be able to call you his princess.
Behind you, Bokuto pushes all the way inside of you, pressing against your cervix, threatening to push through. He pulls nearly all the way out before pushing back in, getting into a rhythm similar to that of Akaashi’s, with a bit more force behind every deep seeth of his cock into your throbbing hole. You can feel him pressing against every nerve, making your body spasm a bit, your first light orgasm washing over your body. Bokuto groans, shivering as he feels you tighten more around him, licking his lips. You let out a soft whimper when he speaks, your hand squeezing gently around Tsuki’s cock, still pumping away at it and trying to stay in a proper rhythm.
“I think she came from that,” he purred.
“I think you’re right,” Kuroo purred from his spot on your other side, watching you closely, hungrily, as you take all of this with stride, stroking his own cock.
Bokuto’s hips slap against your ass, keeping his pace and strength about the same with every stroke. His thumb gently nudges against your puckered asshole.
“Do you guys use here?” he asks in between pants.
You moan around Akaashi’s cock at the feeling of your butt being played with, anal being something you do enjoy.
“All the time,” Kuroo replies, “Do you want to?” he offers, smirking. “If so…” he trails off a bit.
“I do,” Bokuto replies quickly, having never done anal before and extremely excited to try. “If that’s okay with you?” a large, rough hand rubs your bottom gently, waiting for an answer.
You try to swallow around Akaashi’s cock, your stomach twisting, waiting to be filled up in that way, knowing someone else would take a place in your pussy as well. Akaashi pulls his cock out of your mouth, gently stroking himself.
You nod slowly, “It’s okay, sir,” you give your reply to Bokuto.
Kuroo explains to Bokuto how to get you ready, then explains to Akaashi and Tsuki that they’ll have to move you around a bit. They all seem to disappear at once, and Kenma is beside you, his soft voice filling your entire being with a special warmth.
“How are you doing, kitten?” he asks you, cupping your face as the guys all move around you, adjusting everything in the room you were occupying.
“G-Good, Daddy,” you pant out, your throat getting sore already, your wrist tired and your pussy throbbing still from the after shock of your orgasm.
Kenma smiles, kissing your lips sweetly, despite you just having sucked off two different guys, “Have fun, okay, and remember our hand-signals,” he kisses your forehead before moving back again when you nod, remembering the signals in case you needed to stop.
Perhaps that was why Kenma was staying out of it, at least for now, wanting to make sure you were being properly taken care of. Not that Kuroo would let them seriously hurt you, but Kenma had a bit of a sharper eye. Kenma shifts back to the corner, having put the phone down for now. You let out a whimper when you feel your hips being grabbed, looking behind you as you see Bokuto on his knees, moving so he was under you.
“I’m going to start now, okay?” You barely registered Bokuto’s voice before his well lubed, large finger slowly pushed into your puckered hole.
Your body adjusted quickly, used to this, moaning freely now that Akaashi had taken his cock out. He got between Bokuto’s legs, the two of you facing each other as you sit up slightly as your ass is played with. Akaashi’s lips catch yours, kissing you deeply before his mouth moves down your neck, to your collarbone and finally to your breasts, playing with one. His mouth descended one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud as he sucked, making it nice and stiff before moving onto the other one.
With your mouth now free, Tsukishima stood near Bokuto’s side, his crotch eye-level as he stroked his cock, getting close enough that you could lean in, wrapping your lips around the long length. You bobbed your head for a while before Tsukki took over, his hands tangled in your hair as he controlled the pace and depth.
Under you, Bokuto had added another finger, scissoring your asshole to prepare you, eventually adding a third before he was comfortable enough to lube his cock up and press the head against you. He slowly took his fingers out before they were quickly replaced with his cock, causing you to hiss around Tsukishima’s long erection. Bokuto was definitely thicker than Kuroo, as the burning sensation was a bit more than usual. Akaashi kept sucking on your nipple, playing with the other until Bokuto was fully seated inside you. With a soft pop, he disconnected and got closer, the head of his own erection rubbing against your sopping pussy entrance.
“May I?” Akaashi wondered right as Tsukishima pulled your mouth off his cock, having gotten close and was now bringing himself back down a bit.
You nod listlessly, panting heavily, “P-Please fill me up, Sir.”
Akaashi shivers visibly before he begins pressing inside you, moaning at how tight you are as he gets all the way inside of you. His cock curves the opposite way of Bokuto’s cock, making it so they’re pressing the same way inside of you, hitting the same areas in different ways, rubbing against the thin walls that connect the two areas. You whimper and moan loudly, your mouth falling open and Tsukishima taking this as an invite to shove his cock back down your throat.
A familiar hand grabs your wrist, a large hand you’d know anywhere, Kuroo. He leads your hand to his erection, and you eagerly wrap your fingers around it, stroking it as best you could. You wished you could look at him, but your eyes could barely focus on anything, let alone someone who felt so far away. Here you were, sandwiched between two men who were not neither of your boyfriends, slurping and sucking on a cock that wasn’t either, while giving a sloppy handjob to your oldest boyfriend. Where even was Kenma? You could barely focus, panting heavily anytime Tsukishima pulled his cock out, just to ram it back in.
You could feel Bokuto’s hips snapping behind you, slapping against your ass with a squishy smack. His hands held onto your hips, keeping you as still as possible as he thrusted upwards into you. Warm air that you assumed was his breath made your back feel a little sweaty, but oddly, the smell of the room was becoming sweet.
Akaashi had his face buried in the crook of your neck, his cock buried deep inside your pussy as he and Bokuto moved in opposite rhythms, only occasionally slamming into you at the same time. His tongue grazed along your neck, occasionally biting and gently sucking on your lower neck. You really hoped he wasn’t leaving marks, but you also did not have the ability to say anything. It was a good thing you had gotten used to hiding hickeys, since Kuroo, and surprisingly Kenma, loved leaving marks all over. Although, they didn’t usually go for your neck.
You choked a bit as Tsukishima pushed himself down into your throat a bit more than before, which caused Kenma to speak up from somewhere in the room.
“Be gentle with her, it’s only the first day of training camp,” he said quietly, but with a certain sternness in his voice.
“Yeah if you wreck her too much, she won’t be able to stay and that wouldn’t be okay,” Kuroo said in between pants, watching you take three cocks at once while jerking him off.
Tsukishima hissed a bit, “Sorry, YN,” he managed to say from between gritted teeth, his pace picking up but at the same time, becoming a bit gentler with you.
You tried to mumble against his cock that it was okay, but it just sounded like a garbled mess as his cock went in and out of your mouth. It was you that started up again, bobbing your head so that he felt comfortable. Kuroo groaned beside you, bucking his hips into your hand haphazardly, “You’re so cute,” you heard him breath out in between grunts.
Akaashi’s face was still buried in your neck’s crook this entire time, still biting and sucking away at parts of your soft flesh. His hands gripped your thighs, while Bokuto’s hands held tight onto your hip bones. Tsukishima pulled his cock out and began stroking it for a while, panting heavily as he grumbled about being close again. Ah, so he was doing his best to keep from coming first. You wondered for a moment if anyone else felt the same way. But, this gave you an opportunity to moan as much as you wanted to, the sound flooding the room. Bokuto’s movements started getting faster from behind you, making you cry out as his thick cock pressed deep inside your ass.
“F-Fuck, she’s getting tighter…”
You weren’t sure whose voice it was at this point, the voice muffled by something. Your eyes blurry with tears as Tsukishima puts his cock back into your mouth.
Over all, every part of you tingling with pleasure; every touch, movement, kiss to your flesh, finger tangled in your hair, felt amazing.
Inside of you, you could feel Bokuto’s cock twitching like crazy, his hip movements getting messy as he started to chase his high. His fingers dug into your hips, his forehead pressed against the back of your neck as he tried to go deeper inside of you. Akaashi had began going a bit slower, but was still pushing in deep. As the two slam inside of you at the same time, they both press against bundles of nerves. You did your best to scream around Tsukishima’s cock, coughing a little, as you came around Bokuto and Akaashi’s cocks, tightening up once more.
Bokuto moaned loudly, shouting your name once before his teeth sunk into the back of your neck, causing you to scream around Tsukishima’s cock. Bokuto began rutting inside of you as he emptied his semen deep inside your hole, his hips sputtering a bit when he finished. He slumped more against you, panting heavily as his grip on your hips loosened, now gently rubbing at them as Akaashi began picking up pace.
Tsukishima groaned as the vibrations from your throat caused his orgasm to start. He held your head in pace, his cock most of the way in as he finished, mumbling your name quietly as he did so. You swallowed what you could, some of it dribbling down the corner of your mouth, as Tsukishima pulled his cock out. Once his cock was gone, so was his hand that had been tangled in your hair.
After a few moments of panting, Kuroo’s hard cock was against your lips, his sweet voice filling your ears, “Daddy is close, finish me off, my good princess.”
Your eyes fluttered open as you looked at him, opening your mouth again after you caught your breath. Behind you, Bokuto slowly pulled out, making you gasp at the empty feeling, but it was still nice and warm, a present that Bokuto had left behind. You quickly start sucking on Kuroo’s cock, moaning at the familiar taste.
Akaashi is still going strong, his hips slapping against yours. His pace picked up a bit, but he focused on pushing in as deeply as he could, adjusting every few strokes. His cock was twitching inside of you, and you knew he was getting close, but he was also trying to make you cum again. He smirked a bit as his cock rubbed against the bundle of nerves he was looking for, causing you to once again scream around a cock. Kuroo’s cock slipped deeper inside, making him groan loudly, shivering at the feeling of your throat around the head.
As your pussy and throat tightened at the same time, both remaining men dumped their loads inside you. Kuroo’s cock spurted down your throat, making you swallow it whether you wanted to or not. He pulled out once he was done so you could breathe properly.
Akaashi bit down on your shoulder as he shoved deeply inside you, his hips barely moving as he rubbed circles against your clit. You felt his lips move against your flesh, and you wondered what he said for a split second. After a few moments, he pulled out slowly, groaning quietly. You whimpered softly, your body shaking as it began to fully realize what had just happened.
Almost instantly, you slumped down, leaning into Akaashi as his strong hands held you up from collapsing completely against him. You heard several voices at once as your eyes slowly closed, your breathing slowing down as you began to pass out.
“YN!” was the last thing you heard, Kenma’s worried voice sounding so close.
When you came to, your eyes fluttered open, noticing the ceiling of the equipment room.
“Ah, YN is awake!” It was Bokuto, who was staring at your face rather closely.
You tried to sit up, wincing as you did so, laying back down and realizing your head had been laying in Kenma’s lap.
“YN, be careful, please.” Kenma’s voice sounded worried.
“Bokuto got too rough with you, didn’t he?” It was Kuroo, who was beside you, holding your hand and giving it sweet kisses.
“Nuh uh! It was Tsuki!” Bokuto pouted.
“Tch, whatever,” grumbled Kei, who was at the foot of where you were laying. You realized his hand was on your calve in a way that indicated he had been massaging them. Akaashi was on the other side, still massaging the other leg, his eyes watching you.
“How do you feel?” Akaashi wondered.
Kuroo held a water bottle up to your lips, making you drink before you answered.
“Sore,” is the only thing you can think to reply, but when all five pairs of eyes stare at you with worry, it causes you to laugh. Their looks quickly turn to confusion.
“How is that funny, YN?” Tsuki asked.
“It just feels like I have five boyfriends,” you tell them in between giggles, “I don’t mind the soreness, so don’t be too concerned.” you add, smiling softly at them all.
“Ah you’re so cute, YN! Date me too!” Bokuto whined, getting close to you and kissing your cheek, “I want to kiss your lips lots!”
Kenma glared a bit, pulling you closer, helping you sit up, nuzzling into you as you sat in his lap. His eyes scanned over your neck, noting all the marks that had been made. “I already had to share enough,” he grumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “But I guess I don’t mind with these guys…” he quietly added.
“Really?” Bokuto and Tsuki said, their tones different variations of questioning.
“Look at that, Kenma is being so honest!” Kuroo teased, smirking and giving him a kiss on the cheek, causing Kenma to use a free hand to shove him. His arms wrapped around you again, sighing.
Bokuto grinned and leaned in, kissing your lips sweetly before he pulled away. That was when you noticed everyone was dressed again, including yourself.
“How did i…?” you start to wonder.
“Kenma and Keiji got you dressed,” Kuroo told you, as if reading your mind.
“Thank you two.”
Akaashi nodded, his face covered in a small blush, “N-No problem…”
Kenma kissed your neck in response.
“We should probably get back to the dorms before anyone comes looking for us…” someone suggested. Bokuto ended up picking you up bridal style, as he had the strongest arms.
“What are we supposed to say when we drop her off?” Bokuto wonders.
“I-I’ll walk into the room! I am not answering to Yukie-chan and Kaori-chan!” you groan, leaning against Bokuto’s broad chest.
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