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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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This is so utterly stupid but I have a few HC’s about Muslim Dabi(again obv this isn’t canon I just think it’s funny)

-Dabi would def be the type of Muslim dude who claims to be super religious cuz he never eats pork and “goes to the mosque to pray”(which is actually just code for hitting a blunt in the back of the parking lot w Hawks and Shigaraki💀), but yet smokes^^ and still has hella sex with like every other girl who bats her lashes at him from across the dining hall

-he also is a big cat lover, he claims since the Prophet Muhammad had cats of his own it’s sunnah to keep one

-on Eid namaz he’s the most dripped out one at the session, I’m talking black kurta dress, nice ass watch, slicked back hair...but funny enough, no one has actually seen him in line for the prayers themselves

-if he were back at home with the rest of the Todoroki’s, he’d most definitely be THE MOST spoiled one. Fuyumi would get on his ass for not cleaning the dishes, but he’d wave her off and tell her it’s training for her to be a better housewife for her future husband(cue a soapy sponge thrown at his head)

-Snitches.Constantly. Bro like this dude catches Shoto on his phone when he’s supposed to be doing a dua? Boom, instant callout followed by a long ass lecture about how he’s straying away from his religion and how he’s going to hell just because he spent one measly moment on his device instead of praising da lord

-Hes also always telling fuyumi to cover up her sleeves that come just a bittt before her wrists, claiming that she’s showing too much skin(especially when Hawks is over, that fucker’s got his eyes on every single one of his family members). But she’s quick to point out his secret tattoos, piercings, and hair dyes. He just scoffs and pulls the “women were created lesser than men so it’s okay for me to act a fool but not for you” card🙄stg I can’t stand him

-Since he’s the closest to Natsu, he’s always giving Eid money to him the most. The dude will slouch against his favorite brothers’ door, watching him play 2K. “What do you want?” Natsu asks with no real malice, not taking his eyes off the changing screen, furiously clicking away on his controller. “Mom says you gotta iron your clothes, Fuyumi’s doing her own so she can’t do yours as well. Oh, and Eid Mubarak by the way.” Natsu pauses him game and stands to stretch his arms above his head, groaning at the tendons popping in place on his back. “Yeah man, you too-what’s that?” He points to a fat parcel in Touya’s hand. The white-haired boy grins and chucks the bulging package at him, which Natsu catches easily. His eyes widen when he tears open the cream-colored paper envelope and reveals dozens of bills exceeding the usual 5-10$ family limit. “Yo, what-how-thanks Touya!” He sputters, throwing the package on his bed and throwing an arm around his brothers’ back in a man-hug. Touya rolls his eyes and barely suppresses a smile at Natsu’s excitement,(something he’s always wanting to be the source of) pounding his back to let go before he asphyxiates. He lets go and Touya smirks before heading towards the door, calling out over his shoulder, “Oh, and I’d thank Sho-turd as well while you’re singing my praise.” Natsu stops in his tracks and looks suspiciously at the withdrawing slender figure. “Why?”. Touya’s voice is distant as he moves to close and lock his door. “‘Cuz it’s his money after all.”

-The two brothers are always waking up at Sehri the earliest in Ramadhan, just so they can scarf down a majority of the food in the fridge and go to sleep without having to interact with the rest of their family at sunrise. And in the case that their family DOES wake up in time to see them chomping down food made for a WHOLE FAMILY and not just two boys, Touya is quick to grab his keys and jacket and cackle that him and Natsu are going to iHop to eat some more. Natsu ofc is quick to follow pursuit, throwing an apologetic grin towards his parents and other siblings.

-When they’re at the mosque and Enji has somehow bullied him enough to sit the hell down and actually ATTEND the lectures for once, Touya still has one up his sleeve. Planned out strategically, he always simpers to Rei that he wants to donate to the mosque, causing her eyes to water and a handful of cash thrown his way, her voice wobbly as she praises her son for actually taking the foundations of his religion seriously. Unbeknownst to her however, this just means that he’ll take a little bit more than he gives. Hawks will be standing at the front of the hall, bowing his head and using his silver tongue to graciously thank the many men and women who come forth to drop their allowance into the money basket. When he sees his best man approaching, he has to stop the smug grin from reaching his ears, instead slanting his brows and holding the basket out to the now black-haired thief. “Glad to see you’re taking eternal damnation seriously, for once,” Keigo flashes his perky whites and Dabi drops Rei’s money into the donation basket, dipping his hand a little lower for a second. “Glad to see you’re still standing here like some busboy peasant, as usual,” he fires back, the two boys catching each other’s eyes and stifling their cackles as the patched hand withdraws, a copious amount of bills in his hand, more than what he put in.

-100% steals shoes. Usually you hear about older men doing this, but age aint nothin’ but a number to Dabi, baby. “Nice kicks,” he nods to a boy Natsu’s age, noting the blue and black minimalist patterns adorning the shoes. The boy recognizes Dabi as one of the most revered figures at the mosque (and the most featured by adults. Who’d want their kid hanging out with the eldest Todoroki as an influence?) and bobs his head excitedly, spewing out the manufacture and release dates of the shoes. Dabi looks at the fanboy amusedly, continuing to lean against the shoe rack as more people crowd around and start to push the boy inside. “See you later Dabi!” The eccentric kid calls out as he’s pushed into the hall by grumbling uncles. The ravenette snickers fo himself, “Yeah, but you won’t be seeing these shoes anytime soon.”

-A notorious playboy in the community. Uncles glare at him, unable to scold him outright for his shenanigans due to his father’s close presence, and aunties steer their children away from him at dinner parties. Speaking of, Dabi’s at a dinner right now. He’s lighting up a joint in amongst 3 mesmerized girls sitting on the floor in front of him and 2 jealous dudes his age in a locked room, away from all the screaming little kids. “Wow Dabi, doesn’t it burn?” The youngest of the three girls asks him with imploring eyes. He smiles a charming smile down at her and he thinks he sees the other two swoon. “Nah, sweetheart, you get used to it after a little while. Don’t be like me though, keep yourself pure and clean,” he shoots a wink at them and they giggle, faces turning red. The other two boys sitting at the far end of the bed scowl at his successful flirting, but Dabi doesn’t care for any of them, honestly, they’re just target practice. Right as he inhaled the fumes of another puff, a little body throws itself at the door, banging its fists on the wood. “It’s time for food!” They all jump at the intrusion and chuckle as the intruder runs away, containing to scream about food being served. The group gets up to leave and exits through the door, but Dabi takes his time. He wasn’t done with his joint, and he has to waft the smell away anyways when he leaves. He’s opening a window to let out some air when he heads a soft shuffle from behind him. “Shows over guys, go eat-“ but when he turns around, the oldest girl of the three stands before him, fiddling with her hands and looking at the floor. “Um, Dabi? I know you said not to try it out by ourselves so...I was wondering if you could-if you could teach me how...?” She looks at the half-used roll in his hand, and he looks from the blunt to her face. He looks behind her. A closed door. Perfect. Taking a step forwards, he relishes in how she takes a hesitant step back, the breath in her throat catching but she still doesn’t back down. She looks to him like he’s a god, and he feels like one right now. And so he steps closer until she’s backed against the wall, his lids lowered to her wide ones, and he placed a hand next to her head. “Didnt your mom ever tell you not to take things from strangers?” He ghosts by the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “She never told me the strangers would be this hot,” and he has to laugh a bit at her tenacity. He pulls away and flops back on the bed, signaling for her to join him. “Well come one then, I’m hungry, better hurry up before I change my mind.” And 5 shotguns later, Dabi barely wipes off her bright pink lipstick from his face and straightens his kurta along with his hair before bounding down the steps, eager for food. At his command, she comes down a minute after him as to not cause any suspicion, but it doesn’t stop Rei from shooting him a knowing glare from the living room as he piles his plate with food. He shoves a veggie roll in his mouth as he turns to join the boys in the dining area, but his path is blocked by a large woman. “I know you’re up to no good. The children told me what funny smell was coming from the room upstairs, and I know you’re to blame, Touya Todoroki. I respect your mother a lot so I won’t make a scene here-“ he interrupts her, mouth half full with a roll, “-I mean, you already kinda are,-“ but she continues her tirade. “-I don’t think you’re a good influence on these kids, especially your siblings. What self respecting family would be okay with their son acting like a hooligan, having piercings, smelling like weed?” He smirks and swallows before swerving around her. “I don’t know Aunty, why don’t you ask your daughter? She didn’t seem to mind my, ah, influence.”

-When they were all younger, there was a time where End*avor wanted the boys the toughen up a bit and stop messing around so much. He brought the family up to the mountains in a nice cabin, purposefully choosing an area with farms nearby. It was around the time of Eid-e-Adha, so naturally goats and sheep’s were going to be sacrificed for the family feast. Touya already knew what was going on, so Enji left it up to him, a scrawny preteen boy to take over the initiation. Fuyumi wanted to come to the farm too, but Touya glared at her and told her to stay home because “girls are too emotional for this.”(he really did think that, but above all he held a secret soft spot for his only younger sister). Natsu and Touya both started heading down to the field to pick out a goat, and ofc little Shoto wanted to come along to. He begged and begged for his older brothers to bring him along and to not leave him at home for once, and with a sly glance to Natsu, Touya relented. He leaned down to Shoto’s eye-level and asked with serious eyes, “You sure?”. Shoto nodded eagerly, standing straight up as to look more solemn and mature. Natsu held back a snicker and grabbed Shoto by the collar as they dragged him out to the pasture. Oh, the little boy was in heaven among the bleating sheep and fluffy coats. “Go ahead, pick one out!” Touya said eagerly, nodding to the clueless toddler to choose a sacrificial sheep. And so the heterochromatic child pointed to one, looking to his big brothers for assurance, to which they gave an excited nod. Shoto yelped with glee and spent the rest of the afternoon frolicking with the soon-to-be-mutton chops, completely oblivious to its grim fate and creating a bond with the animal. So when it was finally sunset and the time came to start preparing for the feast, Touya walked over leisurely to Shoto, pushed the grubby hand away from the animal’s collar, and started pulling the creature towards the chopping block. “W-what’re you doing?” Shoto asked uncertainty. “Well, we gotta eat, right? Thanks for picking out such a fat sheep, ‘wonder how it’s gonna taste,”. The eldest grinned with malice at his youngest brother, who started to sniffle and ball his fists. “You’re lying! Leave it alone!” He cried out. “Nope, m’not lying, ask Natsu.” Natsu turns to Shoto and shrugs his shoulders without any real regret. “You’re the one who wanted to come along, right? Think of how proud dad will be of his favorite-he finally sacrificed his first sheep!”

-the first time he was ever asked to lead the namaz, Keigo and Tomura kept kicking the back of his legs so he would fall over while trying to recite the prayers, and in turn he’d immediately whip around in the middle of the whole damn hall and shoot fire at the two howling boys. Needless to say, he was never asked to read again

(one would think since Dabi knows sooo much about being a gOoD mUsLim and how to follow the rules he’d take some of that advice HIMSELF)

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andwereallmadhere · 4 years ago

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You’re Not Alone | Jean x Reader

Paring: Jean x f!reader (slight Eren x reader mentioned)

Genre: FLUFF!, song fic

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings/ Triggers: Alcohol, underage drinking

A/N: I was inspired by the Big Time Rush song You’re Not Alone (Link below). This is not the first thing I have written, but it is the first I am posting. Characters might be OOC but I feel like the overall feeling is there. I hope you enjoy!

Link to song: https://youtu.be/tbS5JF32szE

I bet you didn't notice First time your heart was broken You called me up and we talked til the morning

Jean is woken from his sleep by the harsh ringing of his phone. He fumbles for a minute trying to slide the little green button to answer the call. He puts the device up to his ear before stuffing his face back into the pillow, “Why are you call me it’s the middle of the night?” Sleep heavy in his gruff voice. He is quickly answered by your voice sobbing on the other end of the receiver. This immediately broke him out of his sleep-filled mind. He should have known when he saw your picture flash on the screen that you would only be calling if it was important.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He says wiping a guilty hand over his face. You didn’t respond. Still unable to form proper words through all the tears. He continues to quietly talk to you in an attempt to calm you down. Once the sobbing ebbs he finally asks, “Y/N, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

He only hears you choke out a single word, “Eren.”

Jean and Eren never did get along, in however long you and Jaeger had been dating. But, as your best friend, Jean tried his best to accept him since that would make you happy. So hearing that HE is the reason you are crying at 2 A.M. enrages Jean.

“What did that bastard do? Did he try something you didn’t want? Do I need to beat him up? Y/N, I swear to god if he hurt you I will-“

“No Jean. It’s not like that.” “Then what is it like?”

“He dumped me.”

“Y/N…”

“He just came by my house and told me that “I’m just over it I guess”. What am I supposed to do with that?”

“He’s a dick, I’ve told you that from the beginning.”

You only respond by sobbing more.

Eren had been your first real boyfriend. And as much as Jean didn’t want it to be true, you were head over heels. Everyone knew this would happen eventually, he just hoped there would be a little more warning. Maybe a fight or something but just cutting it off without a real reason? Jean had theories that he was probably hooking up with someone else and didn’t want the guilt of being a cheater, but you didn’t need to hear that right now. You didn’t need overprotective Jean hating on Eren. You needed best friend Jean to comfort you and assure you that you are worthy of love and everything is going to be okay.

“Hey, you can do better than him. He’s the real loser here. Any guy would be lucky to have you and the next one has to go through me first.” Jean says half meaning it, half attempting to make you laugh.

“Stop it, Jean, You know you’d lose every fight.” He can almost hear the smile in your voice, despite the tears that are certainly still running down your face.

“Why don’t I come get you? We can go for a drive or something.”

“Okay.” Your soft voice is followed by a sniffle.

“I’m on my way.”

Jean gets out of the warmth of his bed and finds his sweatpants. He throws on a hoodie and grabs an extra in case you forget to bring your own. It's pretty chilly out tonight. He grabs his keys and begins the drive to your house. Once he arrives he sees your form sitting on your porch. Always the gentleman, he walks over to you and offers to help you up. You grab his hand and he can still see the tear stains on your cheeks. Once you are on your feet he pulls you into a hug. “Hey,” Jean says returning your tight squeeze. “Let’s go get you some food.”

You don’t respond, but your grip around his waist losses and you begin making your way to the car. He opens the door for you and watches as you immediately grab the spare hoodie and slide it over your head. It’s obviously too big for you, but you are grateful for the extra fabric to bury your sad face in.

The ride is mostly silent, Jean wanted to give you room to talk if you wanted. After a bit of having his hoodie pulled up to your nose, it was clear that you were too caught up in your own drowning thoughts to say anything so he turned on a very soft playlist from his phone in hopes of providing you some distraction.

Jean stops the car and you see he has brought you to a Waffle House. He knows it your favorite. Sure the food isn’t great but there is something about the mediocracy of the establishment that gets you. “Come on slowpoke, I’m buyin’,” Jean says after opening your door. You give him a thank you before following him into the restaurant.

The two of you find a small booth, given that it was well into the night, there weren’t any people there other than the handful of employees. “You’ll have to talk to me eventually you know,” Jean says. You take a moment to look up from the menu he knows you have memorized by now. Just then a waitress comes by to take your order.

Jean already knows exactly what you want because you always get the same thing. Just as he tells the waitress your order you finally speak, “Hey Jean.” Your voice is slightly above a whisper, “can I have chocolate milk?” You look back down at the table while Jean turns back to the waitress, “And can the lady have a chocolate milk, please and thank you.” Jean smiles at you as the waitress walks away, your silly request signaling that his best friend is slowly but surely coming out of this shell of sadness.

Sure enough, you begin to open up. You tell him more of the details about Eren dumping you. Your food arrives and you laugh when Jean spills his glass of water on his lap. The two of you eventually move to the barstool countertops to talk to the fry cook, trying to convince him to make you a pancake instead of a waffle. Eventually Jean pays, leaving a generous tip as an apology for your late-night shenanigans.

Walking to the car you can see the pastel colors of the impending day reaching the sky. Not ready to go home yet you lean into Jean’s body, tugging on his arm, “Let’s go watch the sunrise!”

“You’re ridiculous.” He says shaking his head, “get in the car.” He smiles and opens your car door. Of course he was going to let you watch the sunrise. He is going to drive you to the park and find a place high up and the two of you will talk about nothing at all until you fall asleep in the passenger seat of his car. He is really just happy that the outing has worked. No, 4 A.M. waffles cannot cure your broken heart but it at least made you smile.

And the time that you were stranded I was there before you landed He was a no show, I made sure you got home

High school seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Graduation came and went and your family decided that you should spend the summer at your aunt’s house on the other side of the country. Of course, you loved your aunt and her kids, but spending your last real summer break away from your friends wasn’t a huge selling point. Ultimately, your mom said you had to go because the trip was already paid for and your aunt was expecting you. The only reason you eventually agreed was that the majority of your little group were all attending the same college, so at least it wasn’t goodbye.

The day before Freshman move-in everyone decided to throw a party at Eren and Mikasa’s house. Eren’s parents were out of town a lot so that is usually where the gang got together. Jean and Eren still don’t along great, but Jean was close to Sasha and Connie who happened to be okay friends with Armin and Mikasa, and thus your little group was formed for better or for worse. After the night Eren dumped you out of the blue, Jean was furious with him, only for you to accept Jaeger’s lame-ass apology and take him back a week later. Luckily there hadn’t been any more repeats of that night. Maybe Eren was telling the truth and did actually like you, so Jean played nice even if he didn’t fully forgive the brunette.

And now he was here, with you on FaceTime while you wait for your flight at the airport and Jean is getting ready for Eren’s dumb party that you won’t even make it to.

“So when does your flight get in?” Jean asks folding the remains of the load of laundry his mom did this morning.

“I think about 11 if it’s not delayed again. I’m super bummed that I won’t make it in time for the party.”

“It’s at Jaeger’s house, can’t he just bring you by after he picks you up?”

“I guess so, but he also said something about taking me home because it’ll be late and we have move in tomorrow.”

Jean hums in response. It is a valid argument logically, but none of them have seen you all summer except for the occasional FaceTime. The only real reason Jean was going to this stupid party was that you were supposed to be back in time. Jean can hear a voice come over the intercom in the airport. “Hey, Jean, that’s my flight. I gotta go.”

“Alright, Y/N, let me know when you land. See you soon.”

With that, the call ended. Your face replaced by a photo of you and Jean at prom making silly faces. Yeah, Eren was your date and Jean took Mikasa, but you all took photos together and his mom insisted on getting one of the two of you. It was obvious that the picture pissed Eren off, and that made it even more special to Jean.

Eventually, Jean finished the laundry and headed over to Eren’s. At least everyone else will be there and he can kick Connie’s ass at beer pong. Jean purposefully arrived a little late, so he knew everyone else would already be there, and sure enough, Eren had the white folding table already set up in the garage and Armin had started a little bonfire in the backyard. “Horseface You made it!” Connie says throwing an arm around Jean.

“I told you not to call me that.”

“What are you going to do send Y/N after me? Oh wait…She’s not here!”

“We both know Y/N could easily kick your ass so shut up.”

Jean went around greeting everyone else and made good on his promise to dominate at beer pong. A while later he takes a seat next to Armin, who was currently roasting a marshmallow. “Ever put peanut butter on a s’more? Whole new experience.”

Armin looks over at Jean, “Y/N show you that?”

“Oh no, secret’s out,” Jean says taking a drink of water. After the game of beer pong, which was a little closer in score than Jean would have enjoyed, he decided to take it easy on the booze so he could actually drive home.

“When does her flight get in anyway?” Armin asks removing his marshmallow from the flame.

“She told me about 11 when we talked earlier. Said Eren was going to pick her up.”

At the mention of his name the two look over to see Eren taking a shot with Sasha and Connie. “Did anyone tell him that?” Armin says with a small chuckle.

Jean looked at his watch, it was only 9, if the bastard stop drinking now he might be sober enough to come get you. So Jean let it slide.

But Eren didn’t stop drinking. It was now 10:30 and Eren was plastered. Jean watches as Eren and Connie arm wrestle and sighs. What would Y/N think if she saw her boyfriend like this? “Shit,” Jean says standing from his chair around the fire. This gets the attention of Armin and Mikasa who were also over Eren’s drunk bullshit, “What is it?” Armin questions. “Y/N. Eren is supposed to pick her up from the airport in 30 minutes.”

“Well, that’s not happening!” Sasha laughs, also drunk.

Jean stood up and finished his soda before pulling his car keys from his pocket.

“And where are you going Horseface? Afraid you’ll lose in arm wrestling?” Eren suddenly joins the conversation. Jean cannot believe this asshole, he doesn’t even realize! Jean contemplates throwing a punch, but that will inevitably start a fight and the airport is almost 40 minutes away so he’ll already be late. So instead, Jean crushes the soda can in his hand and walks away. “Ha! Horseface is a scary cat!” Eren yells at his back before Mikasa smacks Eren on the head.

Jean’s anger melts through the drive. As upset as he is that Jaeger forgot, Jean is excited to see you. He’s not sure how he’s going to explain this one to you though. He parks his car and glances at the time, 11:15. At least you haven’t been waiting too long.

Luckily the airport is pretty small and there are only a few incoming flights so it’s not hard to figure out which gate your flight should have landed at. He thinks it's a little odd you haven’t texted him that you landed safely but he dismissed it as he made his way to the gate. Jean is surprised to find the gate empty. No hugging families or people searching for their luggage. There are a few scattered people here and there, also apparently picking up various passengers. After talking with another guy, Jean finds out that the flight had been delayed before take off so it is running late. You were not stranded at the airport, you hadn’t even landed.

Jean found a seat and began scrolling on his phone. He didn’t expect to have so much time so he didn’t really bring anything with him, not even headphones to listen to music. He sat waiting for what must have been a solid 30 minutes before he started to fall asleep in the chair.

“Jean!” He hears your voice call, this rouses him from the light sleep. Once he sees your face he can’t help but smile. He stands to walk over to you but is practically knocked over when you throw yourself into his arms. “Hey, stranger.” He says wrapping his arms around you.

“It feels like it has been forever!” You pull away from him and reach for your suitcase, but Jean beats you to it, grabbing the handle before you can. “I can carry it you know.” But you know it’s useless arguing. Mama Kirstein raised a gentleman, that’s for sure.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at a party?” You ask, giving him a side-eye as you follow him to his car. “Yeah…about that…” Jean still hasn’t figured out exactly what to say about why Eren ditched you.

“Eren drunk himself stupid, didn’t he?” You say, almost casually. Like you expected it all along.

“Yeah, but lucky for you I know a guy with a soft spot for you.” Jean places your things in the trunk before opening your car door.

“My shining stallion, always coming to my rescue.”

“Yeah, yeah, get in the car Princess.” He says. Eren’s stupid horse jokes have started rubbing off on you.

You spent the whole drive telling Jean about your trip, even though you talked with him almost every day you were gone. Jean in turn told you all the ridiculous things Sasha and Connie did while you were away. They still had group game night, which surprisingly Eren and Jean only tried to kill each other a handful of times. You laugh when Jean tells you the full story about Connie smashing Sasha’s face into a cake she brought one night, claiming “There is never a bad time for cake.” Sure they all sent you the pictures but you still loved hearing the story. And before you know it Jean pulled up in front of your house.

He carried your suitcase to the door and turned to you, “I’ll pick you up at 6 alright?” Right, Jean offered to drive you to orientation tomorrow and it was a four-hour drive to the University. With all the excitement of seeing your best friend, you forgot about college tomorrow. “Ugh so early? That’s like 4 hours from now”

“Unfortunately. Even then we’ll be cutting it close.”

“Fine. I’ll see you at 6.” You say giving him a final hug.

“Jean," you say into his chest, “I’m kind of glad it was you and not Eren that picked me up. I missed you. Thanks for always being there for me.”

“For you. Always.” Jean returns your hug before walking back to his car.

All the days that you were stressed out Feeling like pulling your hair out They were all missing but I was here listening

Freshman year came and went and now you were currently crying over your trigonometry textbook before your final tomorrow. Your other finals had gone pretty well and other than this stupid test you were finished with your first full year of university. Surprisingly Jean and Eren didn’t kill each other despite being suite mates. Originally the two were supposed to be roommates, but Armin quickly volunteered to switch with Jean, the blond being a little more equipped to handle Eren. You on the other hand shared a dorm with Sasha and Mikasa. Since it was the three of you you managed to snag a bigger room and didn’t have to share a bathroom with anyone else. When the gang got together for movie night it was usually in your room since the boys lived just down the hall. Overall it had been a pretty good year.

Everyone else had already finished their finals, the majority of your group moving back home on Wednesday, except Jean who had his last final today. Jean also offered to stay an extra day so you could drive home together, but he would never say that out loud. “I’m gonna use the extra time to relax since Jaeger is gone. Living with him for a year almost killed me!” He would claim, ever the dramatic. But you knew he was also staying for you since you didn’t have a car and he did a similar thing for winter break.

Trig had been your worst class all semester. No matter how many times you worked through the problems you were always getting a different answer, usually the wrong one. Armin helped you study for your midterm, but since he was already gone you were left alone. While your overall grade wasn’t bad considering you did all of the extra credit options your professor offered, this test could make or break your final GPA. If you could get at least an 85% it would bump your grade from a high C to a low B. So you have been doing nothing but math since your other finals finished this morning. And you were about to cry. Again. After completing the study guide and taking half a dozen practice tests you aren’t anywhere close to what you needed. After grading your last practice test, you barely managed an 80% and that was being nice to yourself.

“I’m never going to get this.” You sob, ink running from the tears now spilling onto your paper. Then there is a knock on the door.

“Who’s there?”

“The pizza guy?” Jean says from the other side of your door. At the mention of food, you realize you hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning, which wasn’t saying much since you had a muffin and cup of coffee after Mikasa yelled at you for forgetting to eat earlier in the week. But you didn’t want Jean to see you struggling this much. Yeah, you could talk to him about anything but he was always so gifted when it came to school, even graduated top of the class in high school. So the idea of him seeing you brought to tears by something he saw as easy made your heartache. You were afraid he would accidentally make fun of you in that cocky way he does, or he would offer to help but realize you were a lost cause before ditching you altogether.

“Go away, Jean. I’m studying,” You yell back, attempting to hide the overwhelming stress from your voice.

“Well take a break, I wasn’t joking about the pizza. Mikasa told me you haven’t been eating so you better open this door, Y/N, before I resort to drastic measures.”

You give up getting him to go away, plus that pizza sounds so good. You get up and open the door, “And what would these ‘drastic measures’ be?”

“Sasha left her keys in our dorm, so I probably would have just walked in.” Jean finally takes a look at your face, and despite your efforts to wipe away your tears, Jean knows you’ve been crying.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure? You-‘ You cut him off before he can finish. “What kind of pizza did you bring?”

“Your favorite, of course.” Jean sets the pizza on your bed while you grab some drinks out of the little micro-fridge. Jean glances at your desk and quickly takes in the scattered notes and tear-stained papers. Suddenly it makes sense. Your lack of eating, how you haven’t been responding to texts, and the tears when you opened the door. “I can help you you know? I took Trig last semester.”

“I told you not to worry about it.” You say attempting to be mad at him for snooping but it’s pointless. You take a seat on the bed and open the pizza box, “Horseface.” You add almost in a whisper.

Jean visibly shrivels at the name, “No. Not you. Not allowed.”

This small comment was enough to change the subject, and his mild anger at such a stupid name pulls an amused smile out of you. The two of you eat and converse as usual. He tells you about his last final and how Eren left their shared bathroom a mess that he needs to take care of before you leave tomorrow. You talk about how one of your professors just showed a movie during the final period since they are required to hold class despite not actually giving a test. And you feel the stress leave your body, even if just for a moment.

After a while, Jean looks back over at your desk before grabbing your textbook and the last practice test you took. “This isn’t bad, Y/N, looks like some simple mistakes that you keep making, fix those and you’ll be fine.”

“How can I fix something I don’t know I’m doing wrong?” You ask.

“Because I’m going to help you, idiot.”

Jean proceeds to walk you through your last practice test and showing you the mistakes he was talking about. After helping you do a few more problems, Mr. Kirstein makes you do another practice test that he’s going to grade. While you take the test Jean lays on your bed, scrolling through his phone. He’s trying not to look at you, not wanting to add more pressure to you by feeling watched.

After you are finished you pass him the paper and watch as he marks up the pages with a red pen. Eventually, he turns to you and gives you back the test, a solid 83%. Not as good as you hoped but you don’t want to discredit Jean’s tutoring. After walking through the test you look at the clock, it's currently 1 A.M.

“Well Y/N, your test is first thing in the morning and I don’t think stressing yourself out more is going to help you at all.”

“But what am I supposed to do? I need an 85!”

“You need sleep,” Jean says, packing up your study materials.

“One more practice test, then I sleep, I swear.’

“Sleep now. Maybe you can do another in the morning.”

There is no use in arguing with Jean, he always gets his way. Once the study materials were all put away Jean takes your laptop and opens up Netflix, knowing you won’t be able to sleep if you were still worked up. The two of you sit side by side on your bed watching some stupid movie until Jean notices your eyes have closed and your breathing has evened out. As quietly as possible Jean closes the laptop and climbs out of the bed. He puts a blanket over your sleeping form and turns off the light before closing the door to your room.

The next morning you wake up with a text from Jean. Opening your door you find a fresh coffee and a doughnut waiting on your doorstep. “That idiot.” You mumble to no one, but gratefully pick up the small meal he left for you. After eating you get ready to go and resign to looking over some notes before the exam. Once in the classroom, all the stress from last night comes crashing back. You just have to keep reminding yourself that a C in trig isn’t bad. Your GPA will still be above a 3.0, barely but still. And before you know it your teacher has told you to begin your exam so you log on to your computer and start your test.

The good thing about the test being on the computer is that you’ll know your results immediately. After going over the answers a second time you finally hit the submit button. You stare at the little blinking cursor as it checks through all your answers, holding your breath. Suddenly your final grade pops up on the screen and you can’t stop the tears that slip from your eyes. You gather your things and head back to your dorm. But you find Jean waiting outside the building, leaning against the car without a care in the world. “JEAN!” You practically scream upon seeing him. He can see the tears on your face, “It’s okay, Y/N. Trig is pointless anyway. You still did great even if you got a C.”

“I did it! Jean, I got a 90%!”

“That’s my girl!” Jean says giving you a high five.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, teach.” You say giving him a big grin.

“Come on, Y/N. I say we get you a celebratory milkshake before we drive home. Jean says opening the door for you. Your eyes follow him as he walks around the car to the driver’s side. You are lucky to have him in your life. Yeah, he can be kind of an ass from time to time, but his heart is always in the right place.

'Cause I'll be right there (right there) For every minute This time, it's no different Whatever happens you should know 'Cause you're not alone, girl Look over your shoulder You don't have to wonder 'Cause you know, you know, you know You're not alone, girl

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years ago

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//new beginnings. bokuto koutarou//

Warnings: some mild swearing.

Word Count: 1.5K

Notes: i straight up said, “forget my french paper. Papa bokuto and his owlets.”

*Part 2 to Next Chapter*

“Alright, do you three think you can handle this box? It’s kind of heavy,” Bokuto asked, picking up one of the final boxes from the back of the moving truck.

“Yes, Papa!”

“Okay, you three. Show me your big strong muscles first. I gotta make sure you’re strong enough.” He lifted his arm, flexing his bicep to show off his toned muscles, flashing his kids a bright smile.

The triplets all raised their arms, copying their father’s pose to prove that they were more than strong enough to carry your box of clothes into the house. Bokuto hummed as he looked at them, nodding slightly at the sight of their five year-old noodle arms. “Dang, you guys must’ve been working out. You look stronger than me! Okay, can you take this box into Papa’s room?” He asks, leaning down to hand the kids the box.

Three heads nodded vigorously as they grabbed a hold of the box and cautiously started carrying it in the house. “Woah! Is your dad making you guys do all of the work?” You ask, laughter etching into your voice as you step out of the front door to get another box.

“Yeah!” Koujirou huffed.

“Well, that’s not very fair. Why don’t you just set that one down there and go take a break? We can make your dad carry it the rest of the way.”

They don’t have to be told twice. The box is dropped without a second thought and the triplets are racing inside to feel the relief of the cool house. “You know, I’m pretty sure child labor is illegal,” you tease, picking the box up from the ground.

Bokuto rolled his eyes, tucking the final box from the moving truck under his arm. His hand reached out to ruffle your hair, pushing your head away playfully as he approached you. “Oh, come on, one box wasn’t going to kill them. Besides, did you see their muscles? They take after their dad for sure.” He beams brightly at you, holding his arm out so you feel his muscles flex and relax under the fabric of his t-shirt.

You simply hum, pushing the door open for the both of you. There were piles upon piles of boxes strewn throughout the living room, the most obvious sign of the laziness that overcame you half-way through your move-in. It still felt so weird, knowing that your apartment was now sitting completely empty and would remain that way until your lease was up, but it was worth it. You were taking big steps in, not only your life, but your relationship with the man you loved. To be frank, it scared you. It had only been a few short months since you first met Bokuto’s children and now, you were moving in, becoming an even bigger part of their lives. It was one thing for you to spend weekends over, to sit up in the stands with the kids during MSBY games, to sit and laugh with them for short periods of time. But, to be with them full time? It had your heart racing with anxieties.

You didn’t know how to be a parent, let alone how to be a parent to children that weren’t even biologically yours. What if they didn’t want to listen to you? Would they just see you as some glorified babysitter who just happened to be living in their home? There were a million questions running through your head. Would your maternal instincts ever kick in or would you constantly be in a state of not knowing how to handle what was going on around you?

One by one, boxes had been carried to their respective rooms and their contents were slowly but surely put away. The triplets had had their eyes trained on the television as brightly colored cartoons rolled across the screen ever since they were released from their moving duties. And now, as you sat on your now-shared bed, unable to find the will to finish putting away your clothes, everything felt so wrong. You shouldn’t be here, not yet, at least. How were you supposed to take care of three little kids when you could barely look after yourself? The shirt in you had been folding became balled up in your fists as all of those doubts clouded your mind. You had been moved-in for less than a day and you were already on the verge of your breaking point- what an impression.

“You’re stressed,” Bokuto states simply, eyeing you from the doorway. His hair sat messily against his head, droplets of water dripping down onto his shoulders, an indicator of his recent shower.

You meet his golden irises that somehow look even more radiant in the low lighting of the bedroom, melting your heart the same way that they always did. You just shake your head. “No, I’m fine, Kou. Don’t worry about it.”

The bed shifts behind you as he takes a seat, pulling you back into his chest. “Too late. What’s on your mind?” His fingers trail delicately up and down your arms, sending soft shivers throughout your body.

“How did you become a dad?”

His fingers stop and you can feel his chest shaking with laughter. “I think someone needs to go back to sex ed.”

“Ha ha, very funny, Kou,” you tease, reaching behind you to playfully smack his arm. “I mean, how did you know how to be a dad? Did you always just know?”

He snorts slightly. “Hell no. I spent the first six months of their lives barely being able to tell them apart. You really think I knew how to be a father?”

“I don’t know. . . You’re so good with them and it’s really obvious that they love and look up to you. What if I’m not able to be a good mom to them?”

You can feel your body relax as his long fingers move towards your hair. If you were able to see his face, you would’ve seen the most beautiful smile to ever grace his features cross over his face. “Y/N, if I thought that you weren’t going to be a good mom, I wouldn’t have asked you to move in with us. Hell, I wouldn’t have even introduced you to them. It’s scary. Trust me, I know, but I promise, one day, it will all just click and you’ll know exactly what to do. But, when I see you with them,” he pauses, unable to stop the grin that overwhelms him as he speaks, “I realize that this is what’s been missing from our little family. Madori’s been missing someone who actually knows how to braid her hair. Fukurou needed someone who could ease him out of his shell better than I ever could. You’ve taught Koujirou so much! Damn, that kid was obsessed with dinosaurs before you came in, but now that you’re around, answering his questions a hell of a lot better than I ever could? He’s going to be one smart kid. But, me? I’ve been looking for someone who could make me as happy as those little shits do. I never thought I would be able to find it, but then you just, quite literally, came crashing into my life-”

“You ran into me, don’t get it twisted.”

“Wow, here I am, trying to be sentimental and you get caught up in the specifics,” Bokuto sighs, resting his chin on top of your head. “As I was saying before someone interrupted me, if I didn’t know that you would be the perfect fit for us, we wouldn’t be here right now. It takes time, but I’ll be right by your side the entire time. We’re starting something new and beautiful and I can’t wait to see how the rest of our life unfolds.”

Silence fills the room as you stare at the ceiling, captivated by the blades of the ceiling fan spinning in their predestined circle. It’s boring, living life in that straight-forwarded, molded way, but it was always the life that you thought you’d be living. You believed that it was always: fall in love, get married, have children. But, you had been given an alternate route to your story. One that had children already in the mix when you fell in love, but he was right. It was new and exciting, but more than anything it was beautifully yours. It was a story that was unique to the two of you and one that you couldn’t wait to continue.

“Hey, Kou?”

“What’s up, babe?”

“I can’t wait to spend my life with you.”

That contagious smile spread over his lips all over again, grey locks tickling your cheek as he nuzzles his nose against your shoulder, planting loving kisses against your skin. “I’m going to make you happy, I promise. And all of those worries about being a part of their lives? We’re going to make them go away. Together, okay?”

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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Love Talk - Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 8.6k words

Genre: smut (smutty smut), fluff, a teensy bit of angst

Rating: 18+

Hello my precious flowers! As I promised earlier, here I am, posting Hoseok’s Love Talk. This is intended for a mature audience. Please, beware.

I’ll recap real quickly Hobi and Giggles stiuation: they have been messing around for three months, the scenario takes place right after Hoseok comes back from Japan, after��Where, When and How, where he explicitly said that he had stuff to discuss with her. Well, he is smitten.

Scratch that.

He is whipped and in love.

Let’s move on to TRIGGER WARNINGS: Well well well, the two are online shopping. In an erotic online shop. Expect a lot of toys. Quickie, Oral sex (male receiving), mentions of squirting, clit sucker, vibrators, g-spot vibrators, wands, anal plugs and dildos, vibrating cock-ring, mentions of strap-on, vaginal beads and ben-wa balls, cocksleeves, masturbation, voyeurism, blindfolds, nipple clamps, restraints, tickler, flogger, oral cockwarming, (Sugar daddy hoseok? whipped hoseok?)

Wordcount is 8.6k.

You can vote for the next theme at the link in my bio :)

And here is my masterlist, enjoy!

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I’m getting at yours, will you wait for me?

Your phone blipped and you picked it up, expecting it to be your mom or a friend.

It was Hoseok.

You replied quickly.

You’re early. I thought I would see you tomorrow.

I need to see you.

It’s late, are you sure? I can wait.

I can’t

He double texted. You paused the film, looking around your messy apartment. God, I gotta fix this.

I’ll be there in twenty. I’m omw

You started rushing around the house like a maniac, trying to get rid of empty food containers and general messiness, throwing your dirty laundry in the washing machine, trying to make the bed in the process of getting decently dressed.

When you heard the doorbell you ran to the intercom, opening the door and waiting for him at the entrance. He knew how to get in anyway.

When he appeared from the elevator you gave him a big smile and he almost ran to you, hugging you tight, breathing you in. “It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too.” Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers disappearing at his nape, under his hat.

“I missed you so much, Giggles.” He kissed your cheek, his palm landing on the small of your back.

“Let’s go in, yes?” You suggested as he waddled towards the door, still latching onto you. “I’m sorry if it’s a mess, I didn’t expect you to stop by.”

“It’s okay as long as the bed is free. It’s not like I came here to check your apartment.” He nibbled on your jaw, already trying to get you going, heading towards the bedroom.

“Hobi, I—” You hesitated.

“Sorry, baby. I was being inconsiderate.” He parted from you, his hands gripping your waist gently. “How was your day?”

“Tough. Tiring.”

“Mh. Poor baby.” He caressed your cheek and headed for the sofa.

“What about you?” You asked, opposing him as he tried to sit the both of you down.

“It’s been a long day. I’m a bit tired. Don’t you want to sit?” He looked at you with a pout on his lips, brow furrowed, voice whiny.

You placed your hands on his shoulder, massaging them gently. “I’m not opposed to some pillow talk.”

He looked at you, licking his lip. “You sure? We don’t have to… You know.”

“Hobi.” You whined.

“You want me, baby?” He asked, voice tender and needy. “I’ve missed you so much, Giggles.” He kissed your lips chastely. “I’ve missed you so, so much.” And with that he wrapped himself around you as you started backing up towards the bedroom.

Your hands went immediately in his soft, thick hair, pushing his lips towards yours. “Hoseok.”

He spoke against your lips. “What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what you want, sweetie.”

You were entering the room and soon he was laying you on the sheets. It wasn’t the first time. Nor the second. You had probably lost count sometime after your third week together.

And were you supposed to count them in terms of sessions or orgasms? Or rounds? You were confused. And you didn’t care. Sometimes it was so good you lost count of how many he’d given you in just one night, go figure since the beginning of your relationship.

“A quick one?” He asked.

“Anything you want.” You replied as he laid you down, kissing you until you were both breathless. He unbuckled his belt with nimble fingers, not even bothering to undress completely, lust making him even more impatient than usual.

In the meanwhile you kicked off your shorts, hips lifting to get rid of the fabric, meeting his hips in the motion and dragging against his hardening cock. “Panties off?”

“Want me to slip them to the side?” He murmured against your neck. “Want me to rip them off you, naughty girl?”

You giggled and he looked at you, completely amused. “That’s my Giggles.” He kissed you deliriously, peppering small presses of lips to your face and neck. “Take those panties off, Giggles. You know how impatient I get.”

The garment came off, Hoseok laughing when he noticed it was stuck around your ankle. “Leave it. I got you.” He kissed you wildly, his head spinning, spiraling out of control.

“Take off your jeans, Hobi.” You half begged, your hand already moving between your thighs, prepping yourself for him.

He stroked himself while fixing you on the pillows, at the center of the bed. “You ready, ____?”

Your body shivered at the sound of your name. You both had your shirts on, the fact absolutely unsurprising. “Come. Want you inside.”

He laid on top of you, his weight propped on his elbow as his forearm cradled your head. With his other hand he caressed your side, from waist to knee, massaging the flesh of your hip in the process, linking your leg around his waist. “I’ve wanted you so bad, baby.” He growled softly against the shell of your ear, substituting your hand with his. “Top drawer?” he asked.

“Yup. Got them before you came back.” You murmured.

“Good girl. So smart.” He threw himself towards the bedside table, opening the drawer and fumbling around until he felt the foil package under his fingers. “There we go.”

Sitting back on his heels he gave you quite the show, tearing the small square with his teeth and making a slow, careful work of wrapping his beautiful cock in rubber.

Your mouth watered as he took off his shirt. He wanted to feel your nails against his bare spine. And no, he didn’t care about you still wearing your shirt. All he needed was your eyes on him. Laying down again, he pressed a small kiss to your nose. “Are you wet enough, sweetie?” He asked, moving his lips to your earlobe. “Need help?”

You bit your lip, knowing that some lube would make it easier for the both of you. You nodded shyly.

“It’s been a while, better make it safe and slippery.” Again he fumbled with the drawer, the pink bottle of strawberry flavoured lube finding his hand almost immediately. It was the one he had gifted you. “Wow, it was a really smart move of me.” He said, thinking of when he had sent you the package. “Karma is really a wonderful thing.”

You giggled. “Hobi, quick.” You reminded him.

“Yeah, yeah.” He laid down on his belly, his face right between your thighs as he observed the dollop of liquid fall right on top of your folds and slither down to your entrance.

“Fuck.” He whispered darkly, spreading it with the flat digit of his thumb. “I feel like licking you.” He said, the inviting, fruity scent tempting his tongue.

“Later. I want you inside, Hoseok.” You whined, almost upset.

“No, no, no. Why is my sweetheart getting sad, uh?” He regained his position, his svelte body looming over yours as he kissed your frown away. “Here.” He said, dragging his tip up and down your slit, covering himself in wetness. “Now, Giggles?”

You nodded eagerly.

He slid in with one smooth stroke, your mouth opening in a rising cry. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He warned you kindly. “I need you to touch yourself for me, sweetie.” He licked a teasing stripe up your neck. “Cross your legs behind my back.”

You did as you were told, eyes closing at the deeper stimulation.

He didn’t even pretend to keep it slow and easy. He started ramming into you with sharp jabs, his mouth covering you in the sweetest praises.

“No rubber toy could ever be like you, Giggles. I missed you so fucking much. This sweet, little tight pussy all around me, milking me. Fuck.” He pushed into you particularly hard, your inner walls contracting around him. Your fingers worked your clit rapidly, not even bothering to arouse, but simply to please. You wasted no time, engaging your kegels to give him the tightness that always made him go crazy, your abs crunching in the process, strengthening your grip around him. It made him go faster and harder, which made you get tighter, and the whole process escalated quickly to a breathtaking climax that caught him somewhere between a whine and a groan, head rolling backward and then snapping forward, to the dampness of your shirt, between your breasts.

He himself was dripping with sweat, his own body incredulous at the high he’d just experienced, so liberating and relieving. He had never known anything like this.

And he had never even fucked you raw. Which made him wonder how could he ever resist you once there was going to be no latex separating the two of you.

You were also lost in pleasure, searching for his mouth once his ecstasy subdued and yours took over, squeezing his still sensitive cock. “Hoseok,” you whined gently, his lips caressing your chastely, your breath soothing his upper lip, which he kept worrying in an attempt to tone down his moans.

He felt like he needed to say it. I love you, Giggles. I love you and I’m so scared of it, ____. “Are you feeling okay, Giggles?”

You nodded, smiling sleepily.

“Shower.” He called, making you open your eyes as he tried to drag your heavy body up and on your feet.

The shower was a quiet, tender ordeal. Your hands ran down his body in reverent strokes, to soothe, rather than arouse. You washed his hair, massaging his scalp and he did the same to you, playfully asking you to kneel down so he could wash your hair properly.

You managed to get out of the bathroom, your body warm and fuzzy from the water and the lotion you’d put on as you got ready for bed. He immediately found some spare comfy shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in.

He stopped when you looked at him surprised.

Of course it wasn’t his first time staying over, but you felt like tonight was something more. Maybe it was because of the intimate, caring way he had treated you during your aftercare.

“Oh— Do you need me to go?” He asked, terrified that you would deny him.

You shook your head. “I’m just surprised. I assumed you were busy tomorrow.”

“I sort of am. But I’m free in the morning and I though it was worth it staying and stop by the dorms on my way to the studio.” He shrugged, his collarbones appearing from his thin white shirt. “I also wanted to talk to you.” He mumbled in a pout. “You know, about… uhm— what I sent you from Japan.”

Oh. The toys. “We can talk about that when you’re less tired.”

He made a disappointed oh. But he was quick to hide it with a smile. “Then we could discuss it another time.”

You backtracked quickly. “No, it’s okay. I was just worried for you.”

“You said you were tired earlier.” He opposed readily, but you placed your hands on his cheeks, tracing his lovely cheekbones with your thumbs.

“I want to talk about it too. I just want us to be ready and awake enough for this.” You reasoned.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours, nuzzling your nose with yours in eskimo kisses. “I got a plan. Can I borrow your laptop?” He asked, parting from you only slightly, keeping you in the circle of his arms but arching away from you to see your whole face clearly.

You nodded. “Let me fetch it for you.” You motioned for him to climb in bed and came back shortly after, computer in hand. You sat down beside him at the head of the bed, and as soon as you unlocked your pc he threw himself over your lap, grabbing it and bringing it towards him.

“As I explored for your… gift, I discovered a few things. I thought maybe we could discuss them together.” He spoke plainly, absolutely chill about this conversation.

“Just make sure you go incognito or it would truly be embarrassing to deal with the cookies.” You suggested with a smirk.

He winked and followed your instructions, stopping only a few seconds, his brow creasing as he tried remembering the url of the online shop.

As soon as he remembered, he typed it in, immediately finding the desired page. “Before we get into this, I must tell you that our sex is absolutely perfect as it is. No need to get any of this stuff. I just want to discuss. Experiment, if you may call it so.”

You nodded and kissed his shoulder, bringing his arm around your shoulders and burrowing into his side. “Let’s talk. Honestly I’m curious too.”

He grinned, “That’s good. Well. I assume you like me taking control.” He considered.

“Absolutely yes. I like it when you take control and get rough. When you manhandle me a bit.”

He nodded.

“I like it when you take what you want. You get whiny and moany and you look so incredibly hot and wild and I’d give anything to make you look like that for me.” You explained. “And I like it when you go hard on me. When you torment me a little.”

He held you tighter. “Anything else?”

You thought about your previous encounters. What did you want to do again? What had gone wrong?

“I like you touching me. Fingering me.”

He kissed your temple, praising your honesty and openness, but also your lack of fear, “I know you had mixed feelings about squirting?” He asked for your confirmation.

“Yes, mostly because of all the mess that follows.” You murmured. “And I felt a little lost afterwards. Like I was too confused to understand what was happening. It made me panic, sort of.”

Hoseok nodded again, kissing your cheek. “We can just avoid that altogether.”

You bit your lip nervously. “Maybe we could just approach it more calmly, slowly, so I can get comfortable in it.” You blushed. As if you needed to be shy around Hoseok…

“Okay.” He smiled, just with his lips, gentle and kind, reassuring. “Oral?”

“Yes.” You said, smiling big and hiding in his neck.

He chuckled. “Nasty girl. Loves having my tongue all over that pussy...”

“Hobi.” You reprimanded him playfully.

“Come on, I’m only speaking the truth here.” He mumbled with a pout, almost grumpy.

You punched his chest lightly. “Still no need to point that out. Rude,”

He bent down to your ear, tickling you in the process. “You love it just as much as I love your pretty mouth and tongue hugging my cock.” He snarled and bit your earlobe.

You eyed him as he took some distance from you. “You’re a devil. And you had promised me a week of oral when you came back. Just oral. You’ve already broken that promise.”

Hosek kissed your brow. “Well, you have a toy for that now, uh?” He tipped your chin upwards with his index finger, kissing you square on the lip.

“It’s not you.” You lamented, tongue teasing his lips in the process.

“That’s fucking right. Poor baby. That’s not me.” He threw himself at your lips, sucking your lower one before you let his tongue slither in and claim your whole mouth.

When you parted, you were both breathless and you already felt the need to grind against his thigh.

“Naughty.” He chastised. “Stay put. We gotta talk about this.”

He showed you the screen of your laptop, an online adult store popping up.

“Are you serious?” You turned towards him, but his expression was inscrutable.

“I thought we could have some fun.” He explained, almost dubious. “As I said we don’t have to, but I’ve never done this before and I must say I’m curious. I trust you. I want to try this stuff with you” — pause — “Well, some of it, at least.”

You cocked your head to the side. “We’ve never talked about your exes...” You considered.

His lips curled. “I thought it was irrelevant. Anyways I’ve had a relationship. Before debut. And I’ve had a few flings and friends with benefits afterwards. No feelings."

Just like you. Except this time the feelings were there. Not that you knew about them, though. Your relationship — relationship? — with Hoseok was exclusively friendly and carnal.

But that's what lovers are….

You shushed your brain. We are no lovers. Good sex and some laughs. That's it. Except it wasn't. Because he was slowly getting under your skin and your and his recent trip were an awful wake up call to your feelings.

Hoseok continued. "I think I’ve been with maybe… Eight people? Definitely less than ten. But it wasn’t like we could discuss this stuff. Or we had time for the talk and the actual experimenting.” He thought some more. “It was like we only had time to cover basic stuff, so I couldn’t really one-up the game. If I can with you, well… I’d love to treat you right.” He explained.

“Then let’s venture in this.” You exclaimed, excited. You looked at the laptop and noticed the navigation bar pointing out several categories.

“Let’s start from the top, yeah?” He asked, clicking on the first link.

You found yourself facing a lengthy list of subcategories. “Woah. It’s a lot.” You breathed out.

“I know we just got you something, but I’d like to know if there’s anything you really like, that you already have or that you’d like to try out.” He explained, waiting for you to take control.

You looked at him with a playful gleam in your eyes. “I liked what you got me. I don’t really have toys. I used to have a small toy, a good reliable one, but I haven’t been using it in ages. Literally. I don’t even know if it works anymore.” You clicked on the tag “vibrator, checking out the different types.

“Wow, women have all these options. The ones for men are so boring!” He complained, looking at the list.

You avoided rabbits. You found them sort of boring and too much for you. “Oh, these!”

“What’s that?” He asked, head cocked to the side as he tried to understand.

“I think it’s something new. I’ve never seen something quite like this before.” The article resembled a leaf, the upper side shaped with something like a mountain crest running across it. Scrolling through the description you understood. “Basically you keep the flat side on the palm of your hand, and the one with the edge between your legs. The rise should follow the slit.”

“Oh, cool. I would have never guessed.” He studied the object with fascination. “Is that something that interests you?”

“Not really. That one is more for grinders. People who prefer a “wider” stimulation, so to say. It works better for people who tend to enjoy staying on their bellies” you blushed.

“Oh, okay. Right. You prefer staying on your back, usually.” He reminded himself.

You nodded. “And usually I’m not a grinder. I’m a bit too lazy for that.” You giggled.

His whole soul vibrated at the sound. He was so happy. Serene. Peaceful. He had never felt quite like this before with anyone else but the guys. And his family, of course. A bunch of close friends, but that’s it.

“Look!” You said, scrolling down the shopping page. “It looks so pretty!” You clicked on it, eager to get a closer look. “It looks so… OH! Look, it’s so soft!” You found yourself starry eyed, staring at the small object.

“It’s a vibrator, right? Oh, squishy! Do girls like squishy?” He asked, confused.

“Some of us do. I do!” You exclaimed. The toy was a pastel green number, shaped like a bullet, but lightly slimmer on the middle and thicker on the head. What marvelled you was the texture: the silicone surface was covered in lamellae, while the head was extremely squishable, soft, which meant definitely delicate and teasing on the skin.

“Wanna get it?”

You turned, surprised. “Are you for real?”

He shrugged, one arm draped around your shoulders, hand toying with your hair. “Why not. We could put it in the cart and then choose at the end what we want to actually get.”

You pouted, not completely convinced, looking at him with a suspicious glance. “Okay.” You murmured.

He beamed up. “Then add it, Giggles. What’s next?”

“Well, I think I’m not a huge fan of vibrators. Kind of lame. They’re often too powerful for my taste. And quite unrealistic, if I must be honest.” You shrugged. “I prefer something that actually resembles a man. I don’t know why. I just do.” You looked at him with an apologetic expression.

“Don’t do that face. No need to be sorry for that. We’ll just work harder to look for something that actually works for you. More fun!” He cheered, picking up your mood.

You smiled back at him, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to bite the apples of his cheeks as he grinned.

“What about internal vibrators?” He asked, now again serious and interested.

“Like, g-spot stimulators?”You furrowed your brow.

“Let’s see.” He clicked on the alternative you suggested and as you scrolled the twenty or so items, you noticed that most of them were dildo- or wand-shaped.

“That’s most definitely not it.” He said, mumbling out loud. He turned towards you for confirmation. “Unless you like them.” He precisated.

“Nope.” You said, popping the p.

He grabbed your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks between his thumb and the rest of his hand. “You’re so cute.”

Blushing, you hid into him, disappearing under his chin. “Can we please focus on the task at hand.” You questioned with a squeaky voice.

“So, no g-spot stimulators. Oh, you’re gonna love this one. Pastel and squishy!” He said, excitement filling his voice.

You turned your face but kept your position under his head, against his breastbone. “That’s a vibrating egg.” You noted. “Indeed pastel. But I don’t think it’s very squishy.”

“It looks squishy.”

“I think it’s less squishable than the bullet.”

“Yeah, right. Still, it looks squishy.” He said, puffing out his chest.

“And you can control it through a remote.” You noticed.

His chest got suddenly very still, only his heartbeat rattling it, no sign of breathing. He hooked one finger under your chin and made you meet his stare. “Yes or no?” He asked.

You knew he was begging for a yes. He was truly incapable of wearing a poker face. “Why not?” You smiled shyly. “But just for your information, no, I won’t let you use it on me in public.”

His lips puckered a little but he simply replied: “Fine.”

“Until I get the hang of it.” You specified.

And just like that he was a happy little squirrel again, cheeks puffy and oh-so biteable.

“Honestly though, I would look for something a little bit more practical. Like yeah, pastel is cute— Wait, that one.” You stopped him, pointing at the screen. “That looks really you.”

“What?”

The vibrator was a sleek, black number with a classy, glossy finish at the base. “It looks like something that you would choose. A bit less tacky than the hot pink silicone stuff. Maybe it’s too expensive though, especially considering that we’re not even sure we’ll use this.”

“Well, better safe than sorry. And yes, hot pink is definitely a big no no. Plus it matches my faux leather trousers.” He put it in the cart and moved on.

“See. We call that a win-win.” You joked, teasing his collarbone with your mouth. “Stop right there, gentleman.” You gave a small slap to his hand. “Look at that— Wow.” You cheered once the page uploaded. “I’d say I wanna try this one.”

“Isn’t that… Oh, Giggles, you really are the naughtiest.” He chuckled as you read the details.

“I want it.” You whispered.

“You got it.” He added it to the cart straight away, without second thought.

You turned towards him with your mouth wide, completely shocked. “Really?”

“Were you joking?” He asked.

“No, but I thought you would oppose.” You replied.

“Why would I?” He shrugged. “If I get to put a vibrator inside you and control it with a remote, I don’t see why you wouldn’t get to put a cockring on me and control it with a remote. This is a win-win.” He explained, his voice doing those cute ups and downs that he always did when complaining.

“Well, I don’t oppose. I’m glad you’re this open. Really.” You kissed his jaw. “Thank you for your trust, Hobi.”

“It’s okay, sweetie.” Truth is, he would never deny you something that made you go dreamy eyes and mellow voice. He knew you went crazy when you managed to turn him into a brainless, pliant, loud puddle of desire and submission. Considering how strict he was to you, you were surprised — to say the least — that he had such a talent for submission, but again you would do anything to show him how important, unique and precious he is to you, which includes doting on him every now and then, taking care of him and assuming full control over him. He always relaxed so nicely against you, letting you do literally anything to him. The thought that now you could make him cum over and over with your mouth, your hands and now toys too while wearing the vibrating egg inside you was a sudden, very pleasant revelation.

You needed it now.

Once more you felt your inner thighs get slick and you subtly tried to get rid of it, tucking your hand between your legs.

Hoseok didn't seem to notice, he simply hugged you closer. He might be too scared to say it, but the least he could do was to show it.

"Wand or thruster?" He asked, his hand lingering over the touchpad.

"Mh… I'm not a fan of wands either. I'm sort of curious about thrusters, but… I don't know, I've got you. Not like that I have to choose between a man and a toy, but honestly, it's not something I wanna do without you. I think I just prefer dildos. Or clit suckers. And you just got me one so I don’t really see a point in looking that up."

He shrugged. “It’s up to you. If you want we can look just for fun.” He kissed the top of you head.

Well, he was getting quite affectionate. He already was, normally, but this was getting strange. Not a bad strange, of course. Rather, it made you think that maybe there was something in him that you hadn’t quite spotted yet, which seems quite absurd after almost three months of… dating? Messing around? Whatever.

“Uh— ” He seemed nervous. “What about this?” The small cursor moving to the “vibrating butt plugs” section.

You cocked your head to the side with an indecisive pout. “Isn’t there a section of regular ones?”

He was a little taken aback, but then he realised: “Right. No vibrators.”

It was your turn to shrug. “No, it’s just that I’ve never done that before. I guess I’d like to start from something basic and then, eventually one-up.” You locked eyes with him and he felt the suffocating need to kiss you.

He did, diving down into you, his lips pecking yours with a nodding motion. “You’re so fucking fantastic, Giggles. Let’s see if we can find something that can satisfy you.”

He put the computer on your lap, letting you take control. “Do as if I weren’t here. Really.”

Difficult task. Especially since his semi was poking your side. You bit your lip, trying to hold yourself back from starting something. Shaking your head at yourself, you opened the page. You started browsing quickly, wincing at the questionable, flashy-coloured ones, some of them the overly popular “jewelled” number. Your glance stopped at a reasonably sized glass number.

“They say it’s better to start from silicone. Glass is quite hard to handle for beginners.” He murmured behind you.

You turned, smiling at him. “Thank you for the pointer, sweetie.”

Sweet lord, he blushed .

You turned, trying not to show how smitten his reaction got you. “Oh, this one has a removable vibrator. And look, suitable for beginners.” You turned excitedly.

“You know where the cart button is, darling.” He said, all cool and chill.

Sucking your lip in, you tucked your chin in your chest, all shy, and then you turned and bit his wondrous jawline. “Stop acting like this.”

“Is it getting you hot? Me spoiling you rotten?” He teased, catching your jaw and biting your lower lip.

“What if I said yes.” You brushed your hip against him, making him growl minaciously.

“Stay focused.” He barked.

You blushed and obeyed, turning your eyes back to the screen. As you kept strolling you noticed a tuft of white fur appear on the screen. “Is that— ?”

“Yeah.” He replied.

You opened the page, curious. The idea of feeling soft fur on such a delicate part of your body sent a shiver down your spine.

“You like it, ____?” He asked, voice so low that it transmitted as a rumbling ricocheting from his torso to yours.

“I don’t know.” You licked you lips. “I think I need time to understand this one. How I feel about it, I mean.” You realised it attracted you, mostly in terms of the sensation it would potentially arise. “How do you feel about it?”

“I’m neutral about that. Not that my opinion matters. Just, don’t think about me. I’ll just follow your lead. Your body your rules, Giggles.” He held you closer to him. You were practically melting into each other by now.

You decided you might as well get into a more comfortable position. Tapping your hand against his thigh you invited him to open his legs, lifting yourself enough to settle between his knees, leaning into him. His arms immediately snaked around your waist, your head tilting to the side to let him see the screen. It all happened so easily, naturally, quietly that you started questioning yourself just how familiar your bodies were with each other.

Moving on, you decided to change category. “I’m just looking.” You said, almost apologetic.

“Show me what you like.” He asked you, his attitude so stern that it sounded more like an order than a request.

His breath caressed your nape gently as you waited for the page to upload. “Okay. Uhm. Mine is a bit like this one.”

“Clit sucker? Is that what you’re into, Giggles?” He asked, no judgement, just plain curiosity.

You nodded. “I mean, i have just one, but if I had to choose others, I would go for small, practical ones. Simple, low maintenance.” You kept scrolling. “Here’s the one you got me!” You noticed, trying to ignore the price written just below. “This one is cute. But maybe a bit too showy.” You said, pointing at one that reminded a flamingo, shaped like some sort of rubber duck, but coloured in pink. “And it needs to have a good grip, for the hand. The worst is when you’re almost there and it slips from your hands. A ruined orgasm is the worst. I mean, some people like edging and ruined orgasms, but when you’re going solo and you’re just frustrated and want to cum and crash in bed after a long day, you don’t want stuff like that to happen.” You explained. Yes, you often came back home frustrated and tired and just in need of an orgasm and eight hours of sleep.

“I’ll remember that next time.” He said, trying to keep himself from telling you that he could move in and make sure to be home everyday by the time you came back, ready to pleasure you every time you craved the high.

You caught his hand and kissed his knuckles.

He exhaled, shifting almost imperceptibly to ease the pressure on his crotch.

“Actually nothing really sparks my attention. They all look pretty lame.” You scrunched your nose. “The one I was interested in is out of stock. And they’re all pretty much like the one I have and the one you got me. No big deal.”

You went back to the main list. Next on the list were dildos. Again, you scrunched your nose. “I won’t even look at the realistic ones. They make me cringe.” You laughed embarrassedly, looking at the next subcategory, “I exclude anal ones because I think it’s a soft limit for now. We’ll see how it goes with the bullet and then I’ll decide.” You moved the cursor to the following voice in the list. “Double dildo? Hell no. Unless you…?”

You turned towards Hoseok, who had his eyes half closed, lost in his head.

“Hobi?” You called.

“Yeah?” He said as he snapped out of it.

“Double dildo. Thoughts?” You asked.

His brow furrowed. “No. I mean, maybe not yet.” He clarified. “Let’s start slow.”

“Are we excluding strap-ons too? Just asking.” You asked for confirmation.

He thought about it for a second. “Yeah. I think so. For now. We’ll see, I guess? I’m not necessarily opposed to it, but it’s something I have to work up to, if I ever get there. Though, I must say I’m not exactly comfortable at the thought.”

You caressed his thigh gently. “It’s okay. I just wanted to ask. Tell you I’m okay with it just in case you ever want to try. No pressure.” You turned to kiss any part of him that was close to you. You met his bicep and laid a sweet peck there.

“Thank you, baby.” His hand climbed under the hem of your shirt, his cute nose nuzzling into your hair.

“I’m sort of curious about glass dildos…” You clicked on the link and your eyes actually struggled taking in all the beautiful instruments. You started scrolling slowly, a pair of vibrant blue glass eggs catching your attention. “Wow.” The description mentioned the advantages of pyrex glass as a safe, easy-to-clean, antibacterial material, as long as it doesn’t fall and chip. The eggs, one smaller and one bigger, depending on skills and training, were recommended for intermediate to average users, however the warning didn’t scare you. You were pretty sure your kegels were already fine considering that you had received ben-wa balls from your best friend for your birthday, after she told you how amazing they felt and how they had improved her intimate life.

Selfishly you added the glass accessories to your saved items and kept shopping. The dildos looked more intimidating, their shapes definitely adventurous and daring, to say the least. Some of them were absolutely fascinating, like a lovely purple one made of a series of spheres molten together that grew bigger to the base and smaller to the tip. However, they were all quite small in shape, and most importantly they had no give, no squish factor, which is our usual go-to in terms of feel. Of course they were interesting for the possible temperature play, but you reserved that for the spheres. And the plug.

You skipped the ben-wa balls.

“Why?” Hoseok asked.

“I forgot to mention I already have them. It’s something I’ve been using for a few months. I don’t think they’re actually a toy. I’ve always considered that more of a health product. Just like, I don’t know. Lube. Or tampons.” You explained.

“So you have a clit sucker and ben-wa balls?” He sounded almost incredulous.

“Yeah.” You stated, marvelled at him being so surprised by it.

He ran his lips around the shell of your ear. “Is that why you’re always so damn tight around me, little bird?”

You abandoned your body back against his, your posture getting looser at his shameless flirting. “I make sure I work them out to keep healthy. And to keep tight, no matter how hard you fuck me.” You told him, perfectly knowing that no amount of intercourse would ever cause irreversible stretching to your inner walls — only giving birth and aging could — but still indulging in his fantasies. “Let’s see if we can find something for you.”

He held your hand as you clicked on the first category for men.

“Cock sleeves?” You asked.

He took a deep breath. “Those are like the ones you got me.”

“Yeah, the brand is the same. They’re pretty popular, apparently. And they had the best reviews.” You explained.

"I think I'm okay here. I mean, we can move on to the next. I mean, I explored a little and I think the only toys I could be into are cockrings." He explained, a bit shy. "And the small eggs you gave me, of course. Which are quite extraordinary." He chuckled and you felt his chest shake behind you.

Such intimacy was new and so intense it was like the blinding sunlight of a summer's midday. "I do remember you quite losing your mind for those."

You remembered him whining on the screen of your computer during your video call last week, his forearm propping him up on the desk, his torso and head bent over, completely collapsed over his lap as he came, screaming your name, moaning about how much he missed your touch, your cunt, your kisses. Similarly, on the other side, you were sitting on your sofa, legs spread wide as you cried out his name, hips thrusting up, thinking about his cock and trying to ignore how different it felt from the toy that was actually pleasing you.

"It was nice." He kissed your nape. "But only because we were apart." His hand under your shirt stared climbing to your chest, the ghost of his digits teasing not even the skin, but rather the air lingering over it. The barely-there feeling stirred goosebumps over your belly. "I don't want anything but you. All the time" He kissed you again. "And I don't want a fake pussy." The tip of his tongue skimmed the back of your ear. "I want yours."

You moaned. "Are you sure you don't want to check them out?" Hands lingering over the touchpad. "Not even pumps?"

"Why, when you suck me so good." His hand was at your chest now, toying with the full curve of your breast before palming it gently, squeezing it just enough to arouse rather than hurt.

You arched your back, offering him even more of your flesh. "I love feeling you in my mouth. You get so loud when I suck you."

"Don't you love me crying out for you, uh? So cruel." He teased your nipple, rolling it between his fingertips.

"I love hearing how well I please you." You replied, your hand running up the inside of his thigh and reaching his hard on. "Do you need a pause from our shopping?"

"What are you suggesting?" He murmured against your ear.

"Let me show you."

"But the next part is the one I really wanted to browse with you." He said in his typical complaining tone. Damn it, you love how he sounds like a cute, bratty baby when he tries to convince you to do it his way.

"You wanna check the BDSM section or cum in my mouth, Hobi?" You asked, all set on making it hard for him to turn you down.

"Can't we browse the BDSM section and then I cum in your mouth?" He whined.

You shrugged. "Fine. But get your hand out of my shirt, mister, or I won't be able to focus." You said, gentle and shy.

He smiled. So cute. Taking his hand off, he put it on the touchpad, substituting you. "Let's start easy." He said, opening the link leading to another list. "Blindfolds?"

"Yes." You replied. "As long as we take it easy." Again, a part of you imagined how it would be to feel him without seeing him, noticing all the small sounds and little touches he would give you without knowing his visual cues that gave away what to expect next.

"Cool. I wanted to try it too." He commented briefly.

"On yourself?" You asked back, unabashed.

"Yeah, why not. We're here to discover new things aren't we?"

You nodded. "Why are you scrolling down?" You asked as he moved to the next point in the list.

"You'll see, Giggles. Don't be impatient, little bird." He chastised.

Sweet mercy, he was getting you hot. Again.

"Nipple clamps?" He asked again.

"Mh, kinda neutral about them. Your hands are good enough. We'll see."

"I must say I'd love seeing them on you. But it's all up to you." Now he was back to his comforting touchy persona. You noticed the immense variety of ways he touches you and you were extremely eager to discover them all. That's what the blindfold is for. "I don't see me wearing them myself, though."

"Yeah, I don't see you wearing them either." You replied, head cocked to the side as you tried imagining the scene. It felt wrong.

"Does my little bird want to try restraints?" He questioned and from the tone of his voice you knew there was no way to say no to that.

You nodded so hard you almost smashed your head into his chest.

"Then we can just buy a nice beginner set and add pieces as we get more skilled with this." He reasoned.

"You plan on getting skilled on this?" You asked, almost terrified, not because you were opposed to the idea, but rather because he already had you in the palm of his hand as it was, no need to add mind-blowing accessories to his cocky, dark and dominant persona.

He made you turn towards him. "It depends on you, Giggles. We'll try. Baby steps. See where this goes."

Your brain short-circuited. Being tied up, begging, at his mercy. Could you handle it?

Hell, yes.

"Hobi, please." You begged, your hand wandering again around his thighs and lap.

"Do you wanna try that, Giggles? Your wrist tied to the bedpost, blindfolded, all mine to explore?" He described, almost too detailed.

"Please, Hobi." You begged again.

"I said, do you want it, little bird? Answer me." He inquired, his voice strict and commanding.

"Yes, Hoseok, please." You replied, whining, your hand already trying to cup his balls through his shorts as you turned to face him fully, moving the laptop out of the way.

However, he grabbed your wrist.

"I want you too, ____, but I just want you to see another couple things. I promise it won't take long, baby." He couldn't stand to see you pout, see you furrow your brow as he denied you, even for the smallest instant. "I'll pick the set for you, yeah?"

You nodded, pressing yourself into him as he selected his item of choice and added it to the cart. "There we go, sweet thing. Now let's check if you like these."

Confidently and quickly he went through a series of links and clicks, the page opening on a series of object that were halfway between cute and intimidating.

The intimidating part was the dark colours and the leather. Leather everywhere. And the thin sticks. Riding crops and canes. Fuck. “Not these, yet. But I though that maybe my little bird would like feathers, uh? Are you ticklish, Giggles?”

You squirmed in yout seat. You nodded.

“Yes or no, Giggles?”

“Yes, Hoseok.” You moaned.

“Then look at this one. It’s called Birdie. Don’t you find it fitting, little bird?” He said, his attitude almost torturing.

“Will you use that with the blindfold?” You asked, kissing his jaw, then the underside of it, biting and sucking until a slight blush turned into a light bruise.

“Are you marking me, Giggles?”

You moaned, ignoring his question and moving your lips downwards, at the base of his neck.

“Naughty girl.” He teased, chuckling. “I would use it with a blindfold, yes. Until you get too impatient to stay still — because I know you would — and I get to tie you up and make you cry for me.” His fingers gripped your soft waist, kneading it hard and quick, making you jolt and detach from his neck, bending with a squeal in a fit of laughter.

His smug smirk looked truly sadistic as he tortured you. “Does this turn you on, ____. Is this what you like, little bird. Dammit, those giggles. It gets me so turned on to see you happy and squealing, baby.” He said, his dirty words making wetness pool between your legs.

“Hobi, stop.” You managed to whine in between two attacks. “Please.”

“That’s my good girl, so well-mannered.” He said, stopping. “Sit still, baby. I need to show ou another thing.”

And with that he inserted a name in the shop search bar, the page immediately opening on one product.

You shivered.

“I promise I’ll make you feel so good with it, Giggles. I will be the fucking best.” He pleaded. “I’ll take it easy and learn for you.” He kissed the side of your face.

Could you do that for him?

Yes, you would.

“Yes.” You said, trusting him blindly. That was the moment you knew.

You were falling for this man.

You would never let anyone with something like that in a ten foot radius from you.

But you would let Hoseok. Maybe you would even want him to.

“Will you let me, ____?” He asked, just to be sure.

“Yes.” You repeated, looking him in the eye.

And just like that he added the flogger to the cart.

“Turn around, Giggles. Open that pretty mouth for me.” He said, now finally satisfied with his selected items.

You turned, looking up at him as you settled your face between his legs, brushing your nose and lips against his crotch.

He dipped his hand under the waistband, offering himself to you. “Easy, tiger.” He said, teasing the seam of your lips with the tip, smearing precum over them. “Open up and keep it there. No fancy business.”

You opened your mouth and nodded, trying to show him obedience through your reverent stare.

He grabbed his shaft and pushed the velvet head of his cock in your mouth.

As soon as you felt the taste of him you began moaning, salivating enough that your tongue started massaging him gently.

“No fancy business, ____.” He reminded you, this time as a warning.

You completely zoned out, focusing only on staying put and breathing through your nose. He filled your mouth perfectly, and was so still that you could feel his heartbeat on your tongue.

In the meantime he kept clicking on the touchpad, adding an impermeable blanket that you could use when getting messy, something he was thinking about when you mentioned your squirting cons.

Typing on your computer, he added the final details to the shipment, using his incognito name and credit card to make sure nobody would identify him as the buyer. That’s where seven years of a successful career and worldwide fame led him.

He tried not to think about it, focusing only on the surprised face you will make when you open up your giftbox together. As soon as “order confirmed” appeared he smashed the laptop closed as delicately as his impatience allowed him, moving the computer on the bedside table.

He looked at you, his cock in your mouth, eyes closed as you used him like a pacifier, perfectly serene and undisturbed. So pretty and peaceful. It was almost a shame to disturb you.

Opening his legs wider, he inadvertently gave a small thrust, making you open your eyes. He put his hands on your cheeks, caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs and carding your hair with his fingers.

He adores you.

Looking at him, confused, you parted from him, your mouth now free to speak.

“What about the laptop? Did you save it for later?” You asked, your brain too focused on not fucking him to put two and two together.

“Easy. I bought them all.” He said, matter of factly.

“You— what?” It must have been expensive. You knew it.

“I got money, might as well enjoy it.” He shrugged. “I’ve had more pricey carts, don’t worry.”

You frowned.

“I said don’t worry. Say thank you and be good, Giggles.”

This man will end you. Might as well show him how grateful you were.

Opening your mouth, you grabbed his dick, licking him up from base to tip, pushing it against your lower lip as you pouted: “Thank you, Hobi.”

“You’re wel— fuck.” He groaned as you swallowed him whole.

“Fuck, Giggles. I had promised you one week of oral when you came back.” He said, panting, throwing his head back with a loud thump against the bedpost.

Bobbing your head a couple times, you made sure he was a brainless mess before you released him with a loud pop. “You can start from tomorrow morning.”

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“Okay that’s it, party’s over! Get out of my house!”

Alright y’all, buckle up and hold on tight because this one is a doozy! This is 3400 words!! There’s some mentions of cursing and drinking.

October 25

Taking a sip from his red solo cup, he scanned the house, grinning at the activity around him. It was his and Race’s annual Halloween party, the music was loud and the house packed. Albert, as Captain Hook, and Race, as Luigi, were laughing about something in the corner. Jack was leaning over to kiss a black cat, Kat’s costume for the party. And himself was Mario.

His pocket vibrated, catching him off guard. Digging out his phone, he chuckled watching Race shake his head violently, denying whatever Albert had said to him. Opening his phone, he almost dropped it when he comprehended the message that was staring him in the face.

His eyes read the message once, then twice, then again just to make sure he was reading it correctly. He shuffled over to Race, who lit up at the appearance of his husband. “Spottie, imma need you to settle this debate - what’s better Kit Kat’s or Reese’s?”

“That’s what you’re arguing about over here?” Spot shook his head. “Here I was thinking that it was about football teams. But Kit Kat’s are better.”

Albert grinned and pumped his fist, high-fiving Spot. “Thank you my good man. In your face Racer.”

“Whatever.” Race grinned, wrapping his arm around Spot’s shoulder. “Haven’t seen you in a while, snookums. Where have you been hiding?”

Spot leaned up and kissed him with a grin. “Hanging out on the porch with Itey and Hotshot. But I gotta show you something.”

“Does it require the bedroom?” Race rose his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

Giving him a look, Spot slowly shook his head before handing over his phone. “Unfortunately, no but look at this.”

Spot watched Race’s face as he read the text message before looking up at him with tears. “You’re not pulling my leg, right? This is legit happening?”

“I would never pull your leg at this. Now shall we kick all of these people out of the house before heading that way?” Spot asked before Race pulled him into a searing kiss and a big hug.

Jack and Kat came up to them with identical looks of concern. “Everything okay?”

Shoving Spot’s phone in Kat’s hands, he grinned. “Can you help us kick everyone out?”

Katherine squealed reading the text message, giving them a quick hug before nodding enthusiastically. “Absolutely!”

“Okay that’s it, party’s over! Get out of my house!” Spot yelled, walking through the house towards the bedroom to change out of his costume as Race followed behind him yelling the same thing. “Party’s over! Get out of my house!”

Ten minutes later, with shouts of elation from their friends and family, Race and Spot were in the car on the way to their destination. Hands were laced together as Race drove. Spot tapped his toes, wishing things would hurry up and go faster. “Calm down Spottie. These things take time.”

“But Race …” Spot started, squeezing his husband’s hand, with a shaky breath. “This has been our dream!”

Race grinned, pulling into the parking lot of the giant building. “We’ve waited three years, a few more hours won’t kill us. Besides, Jack and Kat will be up shortly - why she didn’t want to show up dressed as a cat is beyond me?”

Spot laughed, leaning over and kissing him. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Shall we go?” Race asked, reaching in the backseat for the backpack that had been packed and in the car for weeks.

As they walked towards the building, they laced their hands, ready to face whatever was coming their way. After checking in, they were directed to a quiet room with a TV, few magazines, and six chairs, a private area to wait.

Dropping the bag on the ground, Race took a seat stretching his legs out. “Come sit, it’s going to take some time.”

“I’ve got to stand. I don’t know how you’re so calm right now.” Spot shook his head. “How have our roles reversed?”

Race opened the bag, taking out his Switch, shrugging. “Not sure but enjoy it while you can. Wanna battle on MarioKart?”

“Not right now.” Spot was tense.

Standing up, Race went to Spot’s side, pulling him into a hug, kissing him gently. “Hey, it’s okay to be nervous, scared and happy. As I said earlier, we’ve been waiting for three years, and it’s finally happening. Now all we can do is wait - if you want to pace, pace. But it’s not going to make the time go by any faster.”

Sitting back down, Race grabbed his Switch, keeping an eye on his husband before starting to play MarioKart. With a sigh, Spot took a seat next to him as Race grinned victorious. A quiet fell on the room with a cuss word coming from Race every now and then when he got hit with a green shell. Before long, Spot was pulling his own Switch from the bag, starting an epic battle of MarioKart between the two.

An hour after they had arrived, and several races on MarioKart, Race’s phone dinged with a text message. “Jack and Kat are on their way up. They told everyone to hang back and we’d text with news.”

Nodding, Spot’s tongue poked out between his lips before throwing a blue shell in Race’s direction. “Damn you Spottie. Give a guy a heads up!”

“Why would I do that?” Spot grinned, focused on the device in his hands. “And I win again …. Wanna go again?”

Race huffed, giving him a look as the door opened, revealing Jack and Kat in jeans and hoodies. “Why would I want to get beat again for the third time? Hi guys.”

“Hey yourselves.” Kat closed the door behind her grinning at the two, sitting near the door. “Any news?”

“None yet.” Shaking his head, Race handed over his Switch to Jack, standing and joining Kat across the room. “Kick his ass for me.”

Race and Kat watched the two hurl threats at one another before Kat nudged Race. “How are you both holding up?”

“Spot was nervous earlier but I pulled him into MarioKart and he’s seemed to calm down some.” Race shrugged, playing with his hoodie pocket.

“And you?” Kat adjusted in her seat so she focused on him, searching for any clues.

He sighed. “Surprisingly calm. We’ve been waiting for this for so long and part of me can’t believe we’re finally here and part of me just wants it to be over.”

“That’s understandable. But you can let yourself be excited and worried and nervous.” Kat put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna be a dad soon, Race and that’s nothing little. Just talk to your brother.”

Race laughed, shaking his head at the memory of Jack holding his nephew for the first time. “I thought he was going to drop Nathan.”

“You and me both.” Kat grinned. “Yes, we had 9ish months to prepare for it but that didn’t diminish all the emotions we felt. Luckily he was better when Lucy came and even better when we welcomed Emmy and Sadie.”

Nodding, he saw where his sister-in-law was coming from. “I guess I’m just being cautiously optimistic since two of these have gone this exact way but the mother’s changed their minds.”

“That was in the past. This one will be different.” Kat smiled. “So many things are already different between this one and the previous ones. You will be walking out of this place with a baby, Race.”

He hoped she was right. “Alright, Aunt Kat.”

She gasped, tears rushing to her eyes with a laugh. “Oh that sounds so sweet. Got names picked out?”

“Four, two of each.” Race grinned. They had opted not to find out what Samantha, the birth mom, was carrying. “And no you’re not finding out early. Shit, I should call Medda.”

“Jack did as we drove here.” Kat gave him a look. “She was a little upset she was hearing it from Jack and not you but she sends her love and forgiveness. She does want a call when they arrive.”

Nodding, Race made a mental note. “When did it sink in that you were truly a mom?”

“When I held Nate for the first time.” She grinned. “Yes I carried him and all but it didn’t hit me until I snuggled him and kissed his forehead.”

Race looked across the room at Spot and Jack who had their heads together talking about who knows what. Feeling his eyes, Spot looked up, sending him an air kiss before grinning at him.

“I always wondered how all of you killed the time in the waiting room when we had the kids.” Kat grinned, as Spot snorted.

“Hence why we brought the Switches.” Spot shook his head, fiddling with his phone. “After Nate, we learned to pack a bag full of snacks, games, and randomness because we never knew how long it would be.”

A knock on the door caught all of their attention. Spot and Race stood up, opening up the door to a nurse who has a bright smile on her face. “Sean and Antony?”

“Yes, that’s us.” Spot widened the door to let her in.

She closed the door behind her before motioning them to sit down. “I’m Anna, one of the nurses in the delivery room and I wanted to let you know that your daughter has arrived - she weighs 7 pounds, 7 ounces, and 22 inches long and was born at 9:56pm. The birth mother just signed her rights away and we’re just cleaning baby girl up and I’ll bring her in shortly.”

Tears were streaming down Spot and Race’s faces as the nurse finished. “Thank you so much for letting us know.”

“Do you have any questions before I head back?” Anna asked looking at the two awestruck dads.

Spot looked at Race before shaking his head. “I don’t think so. Thank you so much for letting us know.”

Anna showed herself out as Race pulled Spot into a hug and a kiss before the tears started up again. “Spottie … a daughter. We have a little girl.”

“Oh I love you.” Spot pulled back, wiping the tears, laughing. “A little girl.”

Race wiped his tears before looking at Jack and Kat who both had tears streaming down their faces. “Congratulations guys. A little girl.”

Jack pulled Race into a hug with a couple of slaps to his back. “Congrats dad!”

Kat did the same, but she was much gentler with Spot. “Congrats papa!”

She laughed when the “oh shit” look crossed Spot’s face as she gave him another hug. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay. That little girl will have you hooked around her finger but that’ll be okay.”

Race bounded over to Kat with a grin before picking her up and spinning her around. “Didya hear? I’ve got a little girl.”

Laughing at her little brother, Kat grinned. “I did hear something about that. Congrats Race.”

The room grew quiet as the door slowly opened revealing Anna with a bundle in her arms. She grinned at the two men who were in awe. “Who wants to hold her first?”

Kat and Jack moved back, each watching Spot and Race point to one another before Race stepped forward for Anna to transfer the baby into his arms.

Sitting down, Race let his eyes sweep over the baby - his daughter. He felt Spot sit to his right as they both admired the sleeping baby. “Oh hello there. She’s perfect, Spot.”

“Yea she is.” He looked at Jack and Kat before looking at Anna.

“I’ll leave you guys but there’s a ringer on the table if you need anything.” She smiled. “Congratulations you guys!”

Spot and Race both nodded, too enthralled with the baby. Listening to the door click shut, Spot turned to Race. “She needs a name.”

“We’ve got two. Feeling any of those?” Race asked as they both thought about the names.

Spot sighed. They had picked out Charlotte Elisabeth and McKensie Kate as their two but he didn’t feel like either name was a fit for their little girl. “No - she doesn’t look like a Charlotte or a McKensie.”

“We’re going to go search for some coffee. Let the three of you have some time.” Kat grinned. Before either could say anything, the door opened and shut again, leaving just Race and Spot in the room.

Spot pulled out his phone, going to the notes section where all of their names were listed. “Alrighty, we got Adeline, Evelyn, and Isabella. Any of those?”

“If I remember right, we both liked Adeline, right? Two nicknames if we wanted - Lina and Addie.” Holding her up, Race looked at their daughter. “I like it. You?”

“Adeline Higgins-Conlon.” It rolls off the tongue. “Now a middle name.”

Race passed Adeline to Spot with a grin. “Here, hold your daughter. What about one of the original middle names we had? Elisabeth or Kate?”

“I am drawn to Adeline Elisabeth Higgins-Conlon.” Spot grinned, brushing a hand over her light brown hair. “What do you think, miss? Do you approve?”

Adeline yawned, smacking her lips with a sigh. “I think she approves.”

The two watched her a bit before Spot looked at Race. “Do you want to go get Kat and Jack? And maybe tell a nurse her name?”

Pressing a kiss to her forehead before kissing Spot, Race nodding standing up. “I’ll be back.”

“We’ll be here.” Spot grinned, watching him leave before looking at the baby. “Hi little girl. Your dad and I are so happy that you’re here. We’ve waited a long time for you. You are so loved, miss.”

He sighed, letting it sink in that him and Race were truly parents and so far it felt pretty good. He knew that cloud 9 feeling would eventually vanish but he was relishing in it for as long as possible.

He was so in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the door open but felt more bodies in the room. He felt Katherine sit next to him and rub his back. “Wanna hold her?”

Kat grinned, holding her arms so Spot could transfer her into them. Kat’s face immediately softened. “Oh hello sweet girl. Look at you. She’s gorgeous, you two.”

“Race, did you call Medda?” Jack pointed at him with a grin. “She wasn’t happy it was me telling her that you were on the way to the hospital and not you.”

Race picked up the phone, dialing a number before listening to it ring. “Hey momma, guess what?” “No, you’re supposed to guess!” “Ok, fine … I’m a daddy. You’ve got another granddaughter. Yea, uh huh.”

Kat looked at Spot. “So what’s her name?”

“Adeline Elisabeth Higgins-Conlon.” Spot said it carefully as not to botch it. “Race and I fell in love with the name Adeline, it means noble, and Elisabeth is after her aunt Kat.”

Tears clouded her eyes, a skip in her breath. “Why?”

“Why not?” Spot laughed, as Race hung up the phone and asked the question. “Addie is going to know how much her aunt and uncle mean to this family. You two have been there every step of the way, much more than anyone else. There was never a question of not using your name.”

Reaching up to brush the tears away, Kat nodded. “I’m absolutely honored. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank us. We should be thanking you.” Race crouched down, kissing his sister’s cheek before running a hand over Addie’s head. “Momma didn’t kill me.”

“Not yet she hasn’t.” Jack grinned. “Is it my turn to hold the munchkin, yet?”

“Sit down first.” Kat gave him a look. “Don’t want you almost fainting like you did with Lucy.”

Jack rolled his eyes but did as his wife asked. “That was one time.”

Kat gave him a look before transferring Addie into her uncle’s arms, who immediately softened at the little girl in his arms. “Oh you’re just a little thing huh? Oh hi little one. Oh you and I are going to be thick as thieves. I’ll sneak you all the Christmas cookies you want.”

“She’s not even two hours old and you're bribing her already?” Race scoffed, shaking his head. “Uncle of the year right there.”

Jack looked up and stuck his tongue out at the new dads. “I’ve gotta let her know she’s got me in her corner.”

Rolling his eyes, Race nodded at Jack. “Don’t spoil her too much before we ever take her home.”

Spot pulled Race into his arms and grinned at his husband. “Let him have his fun. We can ship her over to his house when she’s screaming at 2am.”

“I like the way you think, Spottie.” Race leaned over and kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Six Days Later

It was Halloween and the family of three had been home for 3 days. They hadn’t had any visitors yet, wanting to get into somewhat of a routine but invited their family and friends to stop by during Trick or Treat to see their little pumpkin.

As Spot was on door duty, Racer was keeping an eye on their little one and refilling the candy bucket. “UNCLE SPOT!”

He heard the familiar cry of his nieces and nephew and grinned, heading into the entryway to see a princess (Lucy), a cow (Emmy), a cat (Sadie) and a cowboy (Nathan). “Hi guys!”

“UNCLE RACE!” All four of the kids clamored over to him, jumping up on him for hugs while their parents stood back and grinned.

“Where’s the little one?” Kat asked, grinning at her brother.

Pointing in the room off the entryway, Race hugged and kissed all the kids. “In there.”

He heard her laughter and a “Racetrack” before turning his attention to the kids. “Did uncle Spot load you up with candy?”

“No he said there was something special in the kitchen.” Nate said, giving his uncle a look.

Race shrugged. “Well if Uncle Spot said there’s something in the kitchen then there must be. Go look.”

The kids ran off as Katherine came back into the entryway with Addie in his arms. “Race this has you written all over it.”

“Of course it does. He’s the only one that has spent time in jail.” Spot piped up getting a look from his husband.

“It was a few hours. Nothing major.” Race argued, popping the collar on his Orange jumpsuit. “Besides, Spot looks more like the Hamburglar than an actual prisoner. It’s only fair that Addie girl fits in around here.”

Spot was in a black and white jumpsuit while Addie had on an orange onesie that they had put a piece of cardboard on her that said “l just did 9 months on the inside” with her birthday on it.

Kat chuckled. “She’s the most adorable prisoner I’ve ever seen.”

“Where did our kids run off to?” Jack asked, reaching for Addie.

Turning to the two uncles, Kat raised an eyebrow. “Apparently they have something special in the kitchen, which is code for a bunch of sugar and other things.”

“We made them Halloween goodie bags - some candy, some non candy goodies. It’s all about balance.” Spot shrugged, sticking his tongue out at Kat.

“Great they’ll sugar them up and send them home with us.” Jack said, snuggling Addie. “At this point, we’ll take Addie and you can keep our four.”

“DEAL!” Race said, not even conferring with Spot. “Addie we love you dearly but that was one deafening cry you did this morning at 2:30. I think I might have permanent ear loss.”

Kat and Jack both chuckled. “Oh I do not miss the first three weeks after we brought each one home. We’ll take our four - eventually they’ll pass out. We’ll schedule a sleepover when you’re a bit older, miss Addie. Kids, let’s go.”

They heard the kids before they saw them. “Thank you, Uncle Spot, Uncle Race.”

“You’re welcome.” They both replied as hugs and kisses were given. Jack relinquished Addie back over to Race as goodbyes were said.

Walking out onto the porch, Spot and Race sat on the porch swing, Addie still in Race’s arms, wrapped in her blanket. They swung gently back and forth. “Happy Halloween, Race.”

“Happy Halloween, Spottie and Addie. I don’t need any of the boos, just the two of you and some candy.” Race leaned over and kissed Spot with a grin. “This is the perfect Halloween.”

That was a doozy! Thanks @wide-eyed--wonderer for sending in that prompt!!! I think that’s my longest Drabble to date!!!

#newsies #newsies fan fiction #writing #ask #drabble requests #newsies drabble #drabble prompt #wide eyed wonderer #spot conlon x racetrack higgins #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #jack kelly x katherine plumber #Jack Kelly #katherine plumber pulitzer

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lilteamushroom · 4 years ago

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Karasuno Team x reader pt 2

(I never expected so many people to like and want a part 2! It’s so long but it’s a good one!)

Part one:

Warnings: swearing??

The RV started up and began to move, you snickered as Ukai yelled at Tanaka and Hinata to sit their asses down. You sat on a small couch near a window next to kiyoko (Pfft let me get my gay ass outta here) Kiyoko, Suga and you talked about how long your family has had the beach house. “My family used to go to this beach house every summer when I was younger. But as I got older we stopped going as a family and now it sits with no one living in it.” You explained to them. “Though don’t worry about bugs and dust being in the house, my mom said she sent out some cleaners to make sure the house was clean and was stocked with food for us.” You told them. “I wish we could do something for your parents, for doing all of this for us.” Suga sighed. You smiled “Oh don’t worry, I think someone actually using the beach house makes her very happy.” you reassured Suga. “(Y/N), I heard you work at Ukai’s store.” Asahi chimed in. That caught you off guard. You knew they would find out and to be honest you were surprised they didn’t figure it out sooner. “Oh yeah! Its a lot of fun working there. And since the coach is my boss, it makes scheduling around practice and games much easier.” You stutter a bit. “Thats so cool! Do you get free stuff?” Nighinoya asked from across the table. “No- I wish I did. That would be so nice.” You say as you think of how awesome it would be to get free soda pop and sweets.

The rest of the ride there, wasn’t too bad. You put on a movie, which the guys voted on fucking The Spongebob movie. what. the. fuck. Not only that but they cheered and were so invested in the movie.

Crackheads. They are all crackheads.

The RV finally came to a stop, you looked out the window to see the old beach house from your childhood.

They all gasped, maybe a bit dramatically. “Are you sure we are at the right place?” Daichi asked. You nodded. “This is it my friends.” you say to them as you grab your bags from under the seat. Everyone nearly jumped off the bus, you swore you watched Tanaka jump out of the window of the RV. They all followed you to the front door. “Wow! Is that a boat?!” Hinata asked. You nodded your head. “We can take it out sometime this week, if you want.” you offered him, he nodded happily. You pulled out the small key that had a flower key chain on it. You unlocked the door and let them inside. They all looked around in amazement. “The main room is big enough for everyone to sleep in, besides the other rooms aren’t guest rooms, the last I checked they were remodeled into a gaming room, a movie room, and a lounge/hangout area.” “ (Y/N)!!! WHAT THE HELL.” Tanaka nearly screamed. “WHAT?!” You yelled at him, trying your best to match his vocal range to mock him. “THis is so CoOL!” he shouted. Ukai clapped his hands, “Set your bags down, and go get your swimsuits on.” Ukai instructed everyone. “Yes Sir!” Everyone yelled as their excitement filled the room. You went to the bathroom and changed into green plaid trunks and a yellow swim shirt. You went out to find you were one of the first people changed, which never happened. You were confused. Where was everyone else? You found them wandering the vacation house. Well you found them in pairs, first you found Hinata and Kageyama in the kitchen, then you found Tsukishima, Tadashi in the game room, Daichi, Suga and Asahi were in the lounge room, Kiyoko, Ukai an Takeda were on the back porch all sitting in on the lawn chairs put out there, Tanaka and Nishinoya were examining the boat under the deck.

Once they were all done exploring the house, everyone met up on the beach at the volleyball net. They underestimated how hard it actually is to play volleyball in sand. They kept slipping and falling, soon they caught on that you weren’t falling?? “ (Y/N)! How do you stay on your feet?” Hinata asked you. You smirked. “You gotta kinda, dig your feet in the sand, instead of being ontop of the sand-” You dug your foot into the sand, “-You’ll be more grounded.” You showed them. They caught on, not many falling anymore, though many still fell on their asses which was super funny to you. Nishinoya being the libero, kept face planting and getting a mouth full of sand. “Man! It sucks trying to catch the ball without getting sand in my mouth!” Noya complained. “Maybe its because you suck.” Tanaka snickered. “Shut up! You keep on not even hitting the ball!” Noya defended. “All right lets take a break!” Ukai yelled out. “Coach, can we go swimming?!” Hinata begged with Noya and Tanaka giving Ukai puppy eyes. Ukai sighed then smiled at them. “Yeah sure. We are here to take a break.” Ukai laughed. Hinata, Noya, Tanaka cheered as they sprinted to the shore. Asahi came up to you “Are you gonna get in the water?” He asked. You shrug “Maybe. I’m not a huge swimmer, though I love to collect sea shells.” You say to him. “That sounds fun! I’ll come with you to look for sea shells!” Suga offered “Me too.” Kiyoko chimed in. Many of the boys splashed each other and played chicken fight. You sat high above the others on Daichi’s shoulders while Hinata was sitting on Asahi’s shoulder. You held Hinata’s hands, trying to push the other off. In the end Hinata got the upper and and Y E E T E D you into the ocean. Everyone laughed and took turns playing chicken. Hinata and Asahi were the ones champions against everyone else.

- - - - - - -

Soon the sun was setting and everyone was getting settled in for the night. The sea shells you got were set nicely on the window seal above the sink. The who team was sleeping in one big dog pile in the living room, in the kick ass fort they had built. You went to brush your teeth when Nishinoya caught up with you in the bathroom. “When do you plan on telling the others about... Your secret?” He asked. “I am tomorrow night when we sit around the fire for smores. I am nervous you know? Can you try to understand how I feel?” You asked him as you took his hand in yours. Noya felt his cheeks heat up from the contact of your hand in his. He nodded. “I’ll try my best (y/n)!” He smiled. You gave him a grin back as you let go of his hand and opened the door to the bathroom and locked it behind you.

Your reflection looked back at you. You took off your binder that had been on for 10+ hours. You read online that you should only have it on for 6-8 hours and you shouldn’t bind when working out... You were breaking many rules when it comes to binding but it was your only way to be on the team without anyone raising any eyebrows. You stretched your hands above your head letting your chest and ribs stretch and be free. You threw on a tank top, sweatpants and a big hoodie to hide your breast size. After getting ready for bed you went back to the living room to find the team chatting and nearly laying on top of each other. You smirked and jumped onto the pile of boys in front of you. “Woah! (y/n)!” Tadashi laughed. “You guys make a good pillow.” You chuckled as you laid your head on Suga’s leg. It was uncomfortable so you leaned up and wiggled your way to a small spot between Tanaka and Hinata. They all were shoulder to shoulder. Even though they are dorks, they are family. They make your life so much better. Were you ready to tell them about everything? Or at least your gender. Everyone kept talking til Ukai came in the room and inhaled. “GO TO BED.” He yelled then shuffled back to the room nearby. You couldn’t help but snicker before laying your head on Tanaka’s shoulder as a pillow. You starred at the ceiling before finally dozing off to sleep.

- - - - - - - -

In the morning, you woke up 2 hours before everyone else. You wanted to make bread from scratch for them. You remembered as a child you would wake up in the morning to the smell of freshly baked bread filling the house. You wanted to do the same for the boys who took you in and made you part of their family.

Noya shook Hinata.

“Bro bro. Do you smell that?” Noya asked. It took Hinata a minute to get himself out of his sleepy state. He sniffed the air.

“It smells like a Kneaders cafe. Like on Monday when all of the bread was just barely baked.” Hinata noted. Tanaka woke up and instantly smelled baked goods. He sprung out of bed and dashed to the kitchen.

You smiled at him when he came into the room.

“Good morning Tanaka. How are you doing?” You ask him.

“Good! What is the smell??” He asked quickly. The oven went off as you grabbed the oven mitts.

“Well everyone has been working hard so I decided to bake you guys fresh bread.” You smiled lightly as blush marks spread across your cheeks.

Tanaka grinned. “That sounds awesome!”

“I’m going to go get the rest of the team up.” You say to him “I’ll come with you!” He said as he grabbed your hand. You stood there in shook from the contact of his hand in yours. The blush on your face reddened.

“That looks pretty gay” tsukishima said from behind you coming into the room. You pulled away from Tanaka.

“Your gay four eyes!” You huff at him as you walk past him. Tanaka boomed in laughter behind you. “Dumbass. Shit like that can hive me away.” You mutter to him.

“What?! Your gonna tell the team tonight anyway.” He scoffs. You dart a glare at him as you both enter the main room where everyone was. You opened the blinds, and turned on the light.

“I made a surprise for you guys. I’m gonna make breakfast.” You inform them. Asashi groaned as he sat up. He raised his hand

“I’ll help you with breakfast (y/n).” He said as he yawned. You grinned at him. “That would be great! Thank you!” You beam at him. “The rest of you better be up in 15 minutes!” You almost hell at them. But you held back from yelling at them because you choose not to be a dick.

For now.

It had been 20 minutes and Daichi, Suga and Tadashi were still not awake. You smirked at Noya. “Wanna help me get the others up?” You asked him. “Always!” He grinned. “What you plan on doing?” Ukai asked. You looked at your cup on the counter. “I have an idea.”

You, nishinoya, and Hinata all held a cup of water as you and the rest of the team walked down the hall to the main room where you guys slept. You held your cup over Daichi’s head. You looked down on him like he was your victim. Nishinoya stood over Tadashi and Hinata over Suga. You counted down in a whisper.

Splash

The 3 of them yelled out from the sudden contact of water. The rest of you were laughing so hard that tears were forming in your eyes.

“Oi! What was that for?!” Daichi yelled.

“You weren’t up for breakfast.” You say to him almost coldly.

They apologized and got up for the day. They all changed into their swim suits when you said that it was time to take the boat out.

Noya was nearly bouncing off the walls when you got the keys out for the boat. Luckily you knew how to drive the boat. Everyone piled in as you started it up making sure it had enough gas. You drove it out fairly far the turned the key to turn it off.

“Alright guys! You can jump in and swim!” You say happily. Many of them jump in when a few stayed behind because they didn’t want to swim.

“Yo! (Y/N)!! Get in here!” Tanaka yelled waving at you from the water.

“Yeah (y/n)! Join us!” Hinata begged. You shrugged and got up from the drivers seat. You ran then jumped off the side of the boat your arms lifted in the air, your legs kicking off the deck to boost you into the air. It felt like time slowed down. Like when you go to hit the ball during a game. How you always were inspired by your teammates to do your best during a game.

You came back to reality when you hit the cold but refreshing water. The guys laughed as you reached the surface of the water. These guys were your best friends. You would do anything for them. Going through so many practice days and games. You get close to them after going through so much.

Once it got later into the day you drove the boat back and parked it. Though most of the team stayed at the beach and swam.

Soon they are going to find out your secret. Your stomach turned and did flips as you thought about tonight. When you would have to tell them who you really are. You were scared. What if they don’t accept you? What if they kick you off of the team. The only reason you go to karasuno high is for volleyball. If you got kicked off you would most likely move back into your parents house. Would they feel betrayed that you cheated the system and lied to them so you could be on a team? All these questions came to your head in waves. You forgot where you were for a while until Noya swam over to you then dunked you under water.

“(Y/n)!” He whined.

“Pay attention to me” he huffed. You stared to splash the salty water at him. “Is this the attention you wanted?” You laughed as you continued to pretend water bend at him. You swam away from him to get to shore so you could think more, of course Nishinoya followed you like a lost puppy would. You eyed Tanaka then he came over.

“Come with me for a walk.” You say to them. They nodded and followed you, walking along the shore, where the water would come up and tickle your feet every so often.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” Nishinoya asked you. Your lip trembled. You tried to find the words.

“Well, I’m scared. I get this same feeling before a game.” You confess, your hands twiddling each other. “Scared? Of what?” Tanaka asked.

“Of tonight. I’m scared I’ll get kicked off the team. Or everyone will treat me different. I’m still the same (y/n). Or I dont know if they’ll be angry with me for lying to them for so long. Maybe they won’t want to be my friend. If that happens I will have to go back to having no friends and-“ you got cut off by Nishinoya putting a hand on your shoulder. He smiled.

“It’s okay (y/n)” he said gently. Which was weird to you because he was usually so loud. Your hand touched your cheek which was wet from tears you didn’t even know you were crying. They both brought you into a small group hug. “It’s all good (y/n)!” Tanaka laughed. “We still want you on the team. And if idiots like us still want you then I’m sure the rest of the team will too!” Tanaka encouraged. You nodded, whipping your tears away. “Thanks guys. I’m not as nervous for tonight. Still nervous but not as anxious.” You laughed. They nodded in excitement. “You got this (y/n)!” Noya cheered. You smiled from their enthusiasm.

“Thank you guys. I think I’m ready.” You say to them. They walk back to the beach house and saw the other boys some how managed to start a fire in the fire pit without setting everything on fire. “There are s’more things in the house and hot dogs of you guys are hungry.” You offer to them. They nodded and yelled at the same time as they rushed inside to grab the stuff. Ukai helped you move large logs around the fire for them to sit at.

“You ready for tonight kid?” He asked you. You didnt answer right away.

“If I’m being honest, I’m nervous. Beyond nervous. I’m scared the team won’t like me anymore.” You confess to him. He walked over to you and ruffled your hair.

“Know thing these crazies, they will accept you. Your an amazing player, and a valued member of this team. For the past 7 months you have earned a special place on this team. No matter if you were a boy, girl, black white, tall, short, this team will love you for who you are.” He tapped your forehead when he said the last part. You held in tears, wanted to hug Ukai. He truely was the best coach. You nodded to him. “Thank you coach.” You say softly. The stamped of boys came back with the s’more things and hot dog stuff. You all ate food over the fire as the sun went down. Soon it was dark. Everyone was chatting then their conversations went quiet. You made eye contact with Noya and Tanaka. They nodded to you. You were ready. You stood up. “There is something I haven’t been totally honest with you guys.” You started out. “I love this team and everyone on it. But this might change how you see me and how you play volleyball with me.” They looked at you with curiosity and a bit of confusion. “I’m... I’m a girl. Biologically I was born a female.” You confessed to them. Some were confused, some were shocked, some didn’t change there expression. “I was planning on not saying anything, but two morons walked in on me changing.” You glared at Nishinoya and Tanaka. They gave you a dorky smile. You took a breath and continued.

“I’m worried that me being a female will change how you view me and how you play with me. Or treat me for that matter. I’m still the same (y/n). The same one who cried with you, played with you, won games with you. I’m sorry I never told you guys.” You said to them. You wanted to run and hide under the covers of your bed, expecting them to yell or be disappointed. But there was silence. The silence was almost as bad as yelling.

“It’s fine if your a girl (y/n). It’s not a bad thing but why didn’t you join the girls volleyball team with michimiya?” Daichi asked. You tugged at your shirt then let it go.

“That has a bit of a story behind it. Before I came to Karasuno I went to an academy for weathly kids. They had a volleyball team but all the girls on the team joined to show off the skin tight booty shorts and the small tank tops. I joined a team to play, to gain friends, to win and to learn. All I got there was girls in skimpy outfits. I could have tried the girls team here but I didn’t want to take the chance so a little arrangement with my mom, a haircut and a binder I was a different person at a new school where no one knew who I was.” You say to them. Asahi nodded. Some still looked confused.

“The only ones who knew were the coach, and until 2 weeks ago Nishinoya and Tanaka found out.” You say to them.

Tadashi raised his hand. “What’s a binder? Sorry I feel kinda dumb for asking.” He admitted. You put your hands up “it’s okay!” You say to him Tanaka jumped up.

“It’s a wrap that goes around her boobs!” He explained loudly. You karate chopped his head

“Sit down dummy.” You say almost harshly to him. “That’s the basics of it. I wrap it around my chest so then I am flatter. Then I wear a bigger jersey so then my chest doesn’t show.” You take a breath.

“I hid this because I was scared.” Tears were filling your eyes but you didn’t let them fall.

“I was scared you were going to see me different and kick me off the team.”

Don’t let the tears fall. Do not let the tears fall.

“I didn’t have many friends before coming to Karasuno. You all are my best friends. The best people I have ever met.”

Dammit. The tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Please still let me be part of the team.” You cried bending over and bowing to them. Daichi approached you. He put a hand on your shoulder and waited for you to look up at him. You looked up and met his eyes, who had tears swelling in them too.

“You will always be accepted on this team, (y/n).” He said to you pulling you into a hug. Tadashi came up and hugged the both of you. Then Tanaka and Nishinoya. Then Hinata and Kageyama. The others followed through.

“We don’t want you to leave the team (y/n)!” Hinata cried. “Yeah don’t leave us!” Kageyama snapped. “We want you to stay.” Suga softly said. They all chimed in on how they wanted you still on the team. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You sobbed. Simple as that. All that emotion that you had been holding in? It was coming out right now. It was a good night. It ended well with your teammates accepting who you are. You were so happy.

Now the question is, who falls in love with you, or gets blushy when ever your around?

#karasuno x reader #hinata #tanaka #tadashi #nishinoya #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu ukai #tsukishima #asahi #sugawara

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capricornus-rex · 4 years ago

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (2)

Chapter 2: The Homestead | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Requested by Anon

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

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Chapters: Prelude | Previous: Part 1 | Next: Part 3 | Masterlist

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Normally, it would take a rider on an eopie to travel from Mos Espa to the Jundland Wastes in five hours maximum. Cliegg, Shmi, and Irele saved themselves an hour or two by spurring the mounts to their full speed. In three hours, they’ve passed by Anchorhead, ending up in the Great Chott salt flat where the Lars homestead and moisture farm are nestled.

Just in the horizon, Irele could spot the white dome structure just a few more miles away. The binary suns are in full view of the sky. Cliegg grunted a command, and Shmi echoed it—thus, the animals kicked the dust at their heels, transitioning from their leisurely gait to a long-legged gallop. When the pair of eopies neared the house, a younger man—perhaps in his teens—comes out to greet the arriving pair of travelers.

“I take it that you’re done with your chores, Owen?”

“Just finished, right before you got here actually,”

Owen is Cliegg’s son, perhaps a younger shell of Cliegg as the boy has inherited his father’s sandy brown hair. The youth shifted his look from his father carrying a shut-down protocol droid to the second eopie carrying a woman and child; he watched the animal be coaxed to its knees by the female rider, the child jumped off first before her mother.

“You bought two of them?”

“You rather I separate mother and child? Would you think it right?” Cliegg quietly lectured.

The son did not argue further, for Cliegg was right. The man handed over the lifeless protocol droid to his son who carried it with great care and regard; the father whispered that it’s still in working condition, it just needed plating to protect its circuits. Irele was reluctant to approach Owen, but Shmi gently rung her arm around her daughter’s shoulder, and so the girl’s legs moved on their own following her mother’s pace.

“Hi there, I’m Owen,”

There’s a shy silence from the girl and took a pace back, blocked by her mother standing right behind her.

“Shmi, Irele,” Clieg addressed and looked at them respectively. “This is my son, Owen.”

“Hello,” the son managed a smile. “Why don’t you come in and let me show you around.”

Irele still hesitates.

“Go on,” Shmi cooed.

While Owen gave a tour of the house for Shmi and Irele, Cliegg would interject to show where Shmi and Irele would be of help around the home. Secretly, during the tour, Shmi would search for the matriarch of this household.

“Is there something wrong, Shmi?”

Shmi began with stammers and had to clear her throat.

“I was wondering where your wife is.”

Cliegg smacked his lips, preparing for an answer. Clueless, Shmi looked at Cliegg for a moment before she got a hint of the silence, she felt her cheeks burn hotter than the Dune Sea at high noon. Now feeling embarrassed, Shmi struggled to coherently apologized; Cliegg insisted that there was no harm done and briefly explained that his wife had passed. The woman expressed her condolences before moving on.

From the outdoor rotunda which intersects the different sections of the house, the combined voices of Owen and Irele grew louder and echoed through the open door frames—the noise causing both parents of each child to turn to the general direction where the kids are.

“Looks like they’re getting along quite well,” Cliegg chuckled.

Meanwhile, the two children have moved on from the living room to the kitchen—perhaps the widest Irele has ever seen in a house! She separated from Owen and ran off on her own, but the boy had caught up to her quickly and found in her the quarters hall. Scanning the area, she found three rooms, one of which was sealed off by a metal door.

The girl raises a finger pointing at the closed door.

“Is that where we’re gonna sleep?”

“Um…” Owen stuttered, before he could complete his words, Irele continued speaking.

“Is that where your slaves stay?”

Irele kept pouring questions, one after another; not leaving a space of a second for Owen to answer each one.

“So, me and mom—are we your first slaves or second?”

“A-Actually, my dad doesn’t feel comfortable when he calls you people ‘slaves,’ it just doesn’t feel right to him—myself included.”

“But… that’s what we are,”

All of a sudden, Irele’s inquisitive tone became somber. The reality has sunken into the eight-year-old’s mind, having no choice but to accept that lot in life.

“Hey now, we’re not gonna let you feel like one the same you guys did back in your old owner,” Owen reassured the girl in quite a brotherly way that Irele found comforting.

Irele’s eyes turned to the droid on Owen’s shoulders. She gestured a nod at it.

“His name is C3PO, in case you were wondering.”

“Oh, this?” Owen angled slightly so that C3PO faces Irele, who giggled. “I was almost worried that I had to figure out his model name and make a nickname out of that!”

“No, C3PO or 3PO is fine,” chuckled Irele.

That same afternoon, they already started working around in the house. Having to leave their house in Mos Espa to stay in the Lars homestead was also a big adjustment—literally and figuratively. Shmi was overwhelmed with how spacious the homestead is, and she knew that she needed to get used to it. Though it relieved her that Irele was slowly feeling comfortable around the house and the people who live in it.

In the evening, Shmi prepared dinner without being prompted to. She had remembered the times Cliegg had told her when they usually have their meals; of course, Irele helped around in the kitchen while the two men of the house finished their work in the farm and the small rotunda—for Owen at least. When father and son had completed the day’s tasks, they were greeted with a table of food but only set for both of them; Shmi didn’t hint the slight puzzlement in Cliegg’s face as his head slightly shifted left and right—counting only two plates, for himself and his son. The patriarch of the house seated himself awkwardly at the front of the table, with his son sitting on his left hand side. Now that their new owners have settled for dinner, Shmi and Irele silently decided to make themselves useful someplace else in the house—the girl was thinking she could while away her time in their garage, fix things that needed fixing. Cliegg stood up, causing a confused Owen to stop in the middle of piercing the meat with his fork, and chased the tandem who were now a few paces away from the dining room.

Cliegg grunted, supposedly to call out their names to stop them; regardless, Shmi and Irele turned around.

“Where are you going?” asked the patriarch.

“Oh, we were just going to work around the house while you have supper.”

“No, no,” Cliegg waved his hand and then transitioned to a gesture of welcome. “Please, come sit, and eat with us.”

Irele’s head tilted up to her mother, shooting her a trivial look, and slightly tightened her grip around her mother’s slightly bigger hand. Taken aback, Shmi didn’t know how and what to respond. Cliegg insisted again, though gently, as he always does with his actions. When the two had joined the other pair, only then did Cliegg began with his food; his first bite of Shmi’s cooking was delightful—he chewed slowly, savoring the flavor of meat and vegetables, he never spared a second to take a second the moment he swallowed the first bite. His reaction affirmed Shmi, in her mind, she had hoped she made a good impression to him as their new servant; Cliegg gestured at the food, wordlessly inviting Shmi to help herself, as well as Irele.

Irele only revealed a smile when she put the spoon in her mouth. Her mother’s cooking was the first reason. The second reason? The warmth that she felt around this house, at this table—it was surreal. She had craved for it—in the back of her mind, she did, she just didn’t know it would come this soon and from a person like Cliegg and Owen Lars.

“Hey Irele, tomorrow morning I’m gonna fix the vaporators in the farm. And maybe we can fix up C3PO. You wanna join?” Owen engaged.

Irele looked to her mother first for some kind of approval and then she nodded at Owen.

“But you gotta be early tomorrow morning!”

“Oh don’t worry, I never miss an hour!” she chimed.

Laughter sourced from the two children, then their parents accompanied with soft chuckles.

For a moment, Irele nearly forgot her life of slavery because it felt like she and her mother had walked into a new family.

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A few months of their tenure in the Lars homestead, rarely did they ever feel they were slaves. Helper was a kinder word, though not as demeaning as slave. Shmi and Irele worked around the house with full initiative and gusto, enjoying what liberty they have around the house—such as cooking for Shmi, and tinkering for Irele—something that was deprived of them back in that junkshop.

Remembering that promise, Irele joined Owen to the farm where he would show her the vaporators and how to fix them. Owen went ahead and started working on one of them, struggling with a wrench as Irele watched. Slowly, she went sat closer to Owen to examine the problem.

“There’s something lodged in there,” Irele pointed. “Here, let me.”

“Alright,”

Her slender fingers and tiny hands managed to scrape off whatever what was lodging the small hatch of the vaporator. While she’s at it, she noticed a loose wire in the circuit box and replaced it. Owen watched, impressed at the small child who would know such things. Irele grunted when the plug had fitted neatly into the correct socket and dusted off her hands together.

“How’d you learn to do that?”

“I worked in a podrace garage and in a parts junkshop. The podrace garage is just a part-time.”

“Well, that’s impressive for a kid,” Owen chuckled, forgetting he was a child as well. “But I guess we gotta know these things at this age, right? If we wanna survive.”

“Yeah, they’ll always come in handy.”

The two children continued with their chores. Cliegg joined them briefly to teach Irele how to harvest and how some of their equipment work. When the girl caught on quickly, seeing that she was a fast learner and Owen can handle himself in supervising her, the elder Lars returned to the homestead.

There came a time where Irele had to cut her day short and return to the house, leaving Owen with the other farmers—friends of Cliegg—that day. On the way, she didn’t know what to feel, but she sensed something unusual—she could not pinpoint, however, if it was good or bad. In the back of her mind, something was telling her—no, consoling her—that things will be fine and not the way she thought it would. When she arrived to the house, she spotted that her mother behaved differently—tightly rubbing her one clenched fist with the other, and holding back a smile.

“What’s going on?”

Shmi stood up from her seat in the dining hall and walked up to her daughter.

“Mom?”

“Irele, dear,” the woman took the child’s hand, looked over her shoulder to Cliegg and then back to Irele. “Cliegg is going to free us.”

The girl’s jaw dropped and her heart burst through her tiny ribs right then and there. Elated, confused, and overjoyed—she didn’t know what to make of these emotions all at once! Shmi could feel the shakiness of her daughter’s hands, Irele looked to Cliegg—speechless, but he must’ve understood and nodded as a wordless “You’re welcome.”

That same day, Cliegg called for Owen to come home as well. And so the family hopped onto a speeder and drove to Jabba the Hutt’s palace. Not one human in that speeder knew fluent Huttese, and so they tagged C3PO along—now outfitted with metal plates, they were tarnished in color but it was better than be a biped of exposed red and blue wires. There, they were greeted by a flesh-colored Twi’lek—Jabba’s loyal butler, Bib Fortuna—and immediately required them to state their purpose while a pair of Gamorrean guards stood on either side. C3PO greeted the Twi’lek in Huttese, accompanied by a slow bow, in the humans’ behalf. In Basic, Cliegg requested an audience with Jabba the Hutt for an appeal.

The male Twi’lek’s head slightly angled in intrigue after hearing the translation.

“An appeal?” Fortuna said to himself, barely muttering the word in the other language.

C3PO furthered his human owners’ purpose by briefly explaining what the appeal is about. It doubly piqued Bib when the droid gestured to the mother and child tandem of slaves, he somewhat got the idea, and he paused to contemplate or perhaps rehearse how he will present this to his master.

Nevertheless, the Twi’lek escorted the visitors to the audience chamber, where the master of the house: Jabba the Hutt, remains unmoving in his throne—which was more or less a stage—while toothlessly chewing on the mouthpiece of what ought to be an ornate hookah pipe. Irele felt small when she entered that chamber. There were eyes on her—human, humanoid, sentient alike—when she looked around and saw them drinking and mingling. Upon facing the Hutt, Fortuna bowed before presenting the visitors, he addressed to Jabba in the latter’s native dialect before joining the Hutt’s side.

The droid took one step forward, literally standing between Jabba and the family. Detecting some sort of prompt, C3PO first greeted the Hutt to appease him, and then proceeded to relay Cliegg’s request directly in Huttese.

Jabba hummed and his pupils dilated—with the same intrigue of Bib Fortuna. In his lack of a response, Cliegg follows up.

“I would like to request the freedom of my—” Cliegg paused and turned around. He cleared his throat. “These two slaves. I bought them from a Toydarian junkshop trader. Now that they are under my name, in my home, under my wing—I have deliberately decided to free them.”

If one has lived in Tatooine long enough to know how Hutts operate in their presiding territory, it is no surprise that such a bold request requires collateral or a barter. Cliegg had prepared for this apparently: he’s prepared to give a percentage of his harvest for five standard years to the Hutt, plus an adequate sum of money.

“You drive a hard bargain, Lars,” Jabba croaked in Huttese. There was a pause from the family and the Hutt continued. “Though, I appreciate the fact that you have prepared this. And to show that I am a generous leader, and that I have no qualms with you farmers nor your families: keep the money and give me fifty percent of your harvest.”

The Hutt’s generosity is rare, but it’s not surprising that he is not harsh towards people who have no qualms but it’s the safest route to appease him. Cliegg bit his tongue and gave a grateful bow.

“You are most gracious, Jabba.”

Jabba returned the bow and dismissed the family, as if second nature, Bib Fortuna saw them out the same way he escorted them inside. Once they have gotten through the massive metal gates and the echoing clang signaled the end of their business, Shmi turned to Cliegg—her blush concealed by a mask of a mild sunburn.

“Thank you, but I don’t know how I can ever repay you,”

“But I felt like it was the right thing to do,” Cliegg then turned to Irele, who was still elated from the entire ordeal. “A slave’s life is not a life for a child and her mother.”

Irele didn’t speak, but she smiled back at the remark.

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julessworldd · 4 years ago

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Little Rose ch. 5

Warnings: cursing, angst, fighting, overdose, flashbacks(if that’s a warning?), a happy ending..

A/n: I wrote down what this chapter was supposed to be focus on, but I got to writing and the focus changed. This fanfic has really fucked up the original timeline of the band, but it’s fanfic so you gotta do spin offs. Not sure how long, I’ll keep writing for this fic. I love this universe along with my others, I’ve created since bringing my work to the public. I’ll stop talking now. Hope you enjoy! :) sorry i missed any grammar errors, what should be warning. I was starting to have a migrane as I was finishing editing.

I loved being on tour, seeing the world, watching my brother and his band doing what they enjoy so much. This tour was different from any other before, Erin, my sister-in-law is pregnant. Axl had updated me about her and my peanut, Erin had braxton hicks the last couple months. Peanut loved kicking the hell out of her ribs all through the day and night, heartburn from hell, swollen ankles, sore feet. Poor Erin was exhausted and she wasn’t even due for another 3 weeks. Axl had been on edge, worrying that he would miss the birth of his first child. Their manager told him that we would be back in LA around a week before she was due. It had helped him some but he was still on egg shells, Axl’s behavior was affecting the band. They never seen him so worrisome before, sure that time I had the flu and food poisoning at the same time. We’re all still so young, none of us really knew what to expect with his daughter on the way.

Duff was in the shower, I was sitting at the table that was in our room, looking over dates. Some many shows and interviews, I don’t see how they function this shit especially on tour. “Hey Pumpkin, what are you doing over there?”, Duff said. I looked up to see a white towel low on his hips, “Just passing time. Get dressed, you’re dripping all over the floor”, I said. “When is baby Rose due again?”He asked. “Huh oh uh”, I flipped through the planner. “September 24th, if she’s not stubborn. Poor Erin is miserable right now”, I smiled, thinking of Erin all swollen belly, waddling around, mental cursing Axl for making her pregnant. “Izzy and I are betting against Slash that Axl will faint when he’s in the room with Erin”, Duff grinned. “Don’t do that. They’re both scared having their first kid”, I sighed. “I’m sorry I already put 30 bucks on Axl fainting and Erin crushing his hand”, Duff stuck his tongue out. There was a knock on the door, Duff walked over to answer it.

“Hey Izzy”, Duff said, shutting the door. “Hey Izzy, sleep good?”, I asked, shutting my planner. “We need to talk, Jane”, Izzy gritted his teeth. “What now?”, I sighed, trying to read his body language for signs of withdrawal. Izzy was gonna speak but he fainted, He hit the floor hard and started jerking around. “Izzy!”I ran over to him and tried to get him before he hit the floor.

I looked over at him, his lips were blue, he was fighting for air, his heart was beating hard as I felt his chest. “Shit!”I started to panic, I looked at Duff. He was stunned and rubbing his chest. Possible overdose and panic attack, great. “Duff, baby. I need to breathe okay? Breathe with me”, I said. “1,2,3 and breathe out on 4. Duff, I need to call the front desk and have them get the paramedics here”, I said calmly. Duff walked over to the phone, “Izzy, come on wake up”, I looked for bloody track marks or a needle stuck in his clothes. “Ma'am, I need you to move for me. Your friend needs help”, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see a tallish, dark haired behind me. “Yeah, sorry”, I said, walking over to Duff. He tears in his eyes, his breathing was out of rhythm again. “Duff, baby I need you to focus on me, okay? Izzy is gonna be alright. Hey look at me”, I whispered, rubbing his arm. “Miss?”, a tiny femme voice asked. I tore my attention from Duff, “Yeah?” “What’s your friend’s name?”She asked. “Izzy Stradlin, 26, April 8th, 1962”, I realized what she was doing. “Okay thank you. What happened? You two didn't take anything right?”

“He came into our room, said he needed to talk to me about something, he collapsed before he got to me and said what he needed. We didn’t take anything. I’m just gonna save you and your partner trouble. Izzy is on heroin and some sorta pills”, I said, looking at Izzy being pulled on the stretcher. “Alright, thank you. I’m sorry you two witnessed his overdose”, She gave a small smile. “Thanks. I have to tell my brother what happened and we’ll be at the hospital”, I said as Izzy was pushed out of the room. “What the hell?!”, I heard Axl yell. “Janiee!!”He rushed into the room. “What happened to Izzy?”, Axl yelled. “Knock it off, you’ll trigger another panic attack for Duff. Izzy collapsed when he came in here, apparently it’s an overdose according to the medics. Axl, I’m so scared”, I cried, Axl pulled me into his arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. We’ll go see Izzy when we can. I’m not gonna let him join the 27 club a year early or ever”, Axl brushed my hair.

The doctor finally told us what happened to Izzy, he swallowed his entire pill stash, overdosed into a coma. Highly recommend we cancel our show this week. “You can go see him, but one at a time”, the doctor said. “Janie, you go”, Axl gave a weak smile. “Alright”, I turned the knob and shut the door behind me. Izzy laid still on the bed, wires stuck in him, IV bag by his beside with other machines. His face was pale like a ghost, he looked skinnier than usual. “Izzy, it’s me Janie. Can’t believe you overdosed, I thought you were wanting to get clean. You were over the heroin shit and you started pills. Please wake up Izzy! I need you just a bit longer, you’re my big brother. Who else is gonna listen to me when I’m pissed off at Duff?”, I held his hand. Machines just beeped and oxygen was flowing in his nose. “I read where coma patients can hear what’s going around them. I hope you can hear me because I want you to know that I love you very much. Please get better soon. I’m gonna go now, Axl will be pitching a fit if he doesn’t get to see you”, I smiled. “Normally you would bitch if I hugged you without asking, but tough shit”, I walked up his bed, to hug him. I held Izzy to me the best I could. His heart was still beating fast, but was slower than this afternoon. His bourbon, smoky, vanilla scent was comforting as always but I was the one having to comfort him.

“You okay?”, Duff asked. “Oh yeah, I just hate seeing him like that”, I said. “I’m gonna see him now”, Axl whispered. I slid down the wall and brought my knees to my chest. Duff pulled me into his lap, “Is he gonna be okay? He looks so pitiful, Duffy”, I asked, holding his hand. “He’s a fighter, little scrappy but yes, he’ll be okay. I know you told him to get better, he always listens to you. Izzy bitches about it but he does it anyways”, Duff whispered. “Yeah”, I smiled a little

“Now, Janie, I have a friend coming over. Please don’t bother us, I don’t want the little sister crap.”, Bill said. “Alright Billy, I’ll stay out but I wanna meet the poor soul that decided to be friends with you, chicken legs”, I rolled my eyes. “Fine, you can say hi but then you go to your room or go talk to Amy”, Bill groaned. The doorbell rang, “I got it”, Bill said, racing to the door. “Hey, glad you could make it.”, Bill said. “Hey. Sorry it took so long, mom wasn’t at home. She doesn't like my brothers to be alone”, a voice said. “I understand that. I have three siblings”, Bill laughed. Bill’s friend walked in as Bill shut the door. “This is my younger sister, Janet, but we call her Janie for short”, Bill said, rolling his eyes. “Hi”, I blushed. “Hi yourself. My name’s Jeff, but everyone knows me by Izzy”, the brown headed boy said. Izzy was looking at me, I felt weird and pulled my sweatshirt sleeve down. “Alright, Janie. Leave now”, Bill said.

Another flashback

I was searching for Bill, he was nowhere to be found. “You promised me that you would bring me home, Billy”, I cried even more. My boyfriend had broken up with me because he wanted Jackie Anderson, head cheerleader. I passed the bleachers heading towards home. “Janie?”, I heard a familiar voice. I turned around and saw Izzy with the stoners(his buddies) and Pam Macy hanging on his arm. “Hey, what happened? You’re crying”, Izzy threw his cigarette bud down and walked towards me. “Eric broke up with me. Said I wasn’t good enough and that I wasn’t a cheerleader, he wanted to be with the head cheerleader instead.”, I tried to hold my tears back. “I’m sorry Janie, he was an asshole anyways. You’re a good girl and any guy would be lucky to have you. It’s his lost and Bill and I hated him.”, Izzy reached up to pet my hair. “Thanks Iz. I’m gonna go home now”, I tried to push by him. He had my wrist, “Come on, I’ll take you for food. My treat”, Izzy smiled. “What about Pam?”, I asked. “You’re my favorite girl and you’re heartbroken, I gotta pay attention to you now”, Izzy smirked.

“You’ve never listened to the Stones? Janie!”, Izzy threw his head back groaning. “I’m sorry that my step dad thinks that rock n’ roll is devil’s music”, I said. The bell rang, someone had walked in. “Janie! There you are!”, Bill said, rushing to our table. “Bill, lay off. I found her”, Izzy said. Bill looked at my face, “What happened? You were crying” “Eric broke up with me today for a cheerleader”, I said almost crying. “She passed the bleachers and I saw her. I decided to bring her for food”, Izzy said. “Thanks Izzy. I’m sorry about Eric, he was just an asshole anyways”, Bill pulled me into his chest. “Izzy said the same thing”, I said. “I know, I was at the meeting”, Bill laughed. I looked at Izzy and smiled. He winked at me.

That was when I realized Izzy was the older brother I always wish I had besides Axl. He was protected and took care of me, I love him for it. “Janie”, Axl said. “Yeah?”, I looked up at him, Duff was holding his hand out for me. Management had come to me about Izzy overdosing well fainting in my room. They wanted to know if I knew what caused Izzy to swallow his entire pill stash. I decided to turn on the radio for a while, sure enough ‘Paint it Black’ came on. First Stones’ song Izzy showed me, it was in his car when he brought me to smoke weed with him near Chicago.

It had been 96 hours since Izzy was in a coma, he finally woke up and we all rushed to the hospital to see him. “Janie, you go in first”, Axl said. “Why? He’s your best friend”, I sassed. “Lady’s first”, Slash grinned. “Fine”, I walked in. There was a nurse taking Izzy’s vitals when I walked in. “Are you family?”, The blonde nurse asked. “Baby sister”, Izzy answered before I could think of something. “Oh well. I’m done here for now, you can come see your brother”, She smiled. “Thank you”, I said. “Hey Kid, just woke up from a killer nap”, Izzy joked. “Jeffery Dean! You fucking overdoesed because you decided to swallow your pills like candy. Don’t joke about that, you could have actually died. You know what? Fuck your joke, you had us worried to death. Izzy, you fell in mine and Duff’s room in front of us. You came in and said you had something to tell me. Duff barely closed the door before you collapsed on the floor”, I was fuming. “I’m sorry Janie. Management told me to get rid of them, housekeeping found one of my stashes. I panicked.”, Izzy said. “So instead of flushing them like a normal person you popped them like Tic Tacs like some manic?”, I rolled my eyes. Izzy stayed silent. “Your turn Ax”, I said walking out.

Axl and the boys walked in and I decided to go get a coffee from downstairs. I walked up to the nursing station, “Uh hi. Do you have any idea when Izzy Stradlin is being discharged?” “Hi, what’s the birthday?”, a petite brunette smiled. “7-8-62”, I nodded. “Looks like he needs a doctor to talk to him about his overdose and a last check up then he should be released maybe this evening”,She said. “Are they gonna send him to rehab?”, I asked. “Looks like it might be possibly, he was in a coma for 4 days”, She said. “Are you his girlfriend?”She stood up. “No, more like the baby sister he never had”, I gave a small smile. “Janie?”, Steven said. “Yeah? Izzy okay?”, I walked over to him. “Izzy’s fine, but we need to talk to you”, Steven said. “Okay”, I followed behind. “Listen, this is your sister, friend and now girlfriend talk not our assistant right now”, Steven stopped, before we reached Izzy’s room. I nodded my head. Everyone was sitting down, Izzy was lying down. “Hey”, I shut the door.

“What happened four days ago was hell, we almost lost Izzy. After, you left Izzy told us how you yelled at him for his drug stash. We’ve made the decision to go to rehab together”, Axl said. “That’s great, but you have a kid on the way.”, I said. “We’re going after she’s born, pretty sure Izzy is going first anyways. We’re gonna go to the same place together”, Axl reassured. “Not to be a bitch, but why was I brought into this. This is a band thing not the singer’s sister and the band”, I looked at Izzy. “You’ve been here since the beginning, we value your opinion”, Slash finally spoke up from leaning on the wall. The doctor came into the discharge Izzy, the band went different ways. “Seeing Izzy overdose in our room, you run to him with fear in your eyes. I realized that I don’t want that to be me and you freaking out”, Duff said. “Not sure what to say, but I really hope you guys get clean and stay clean. I don’t want to lose my boys so soon”, I hugged him. “You can’t get rid of me that easy, Janie”, Duff held me. “Good, I don’t want to get rid of you yet either”, I said, inhaling his scent.

Izzy got discharged and we flew back to L.A. before Erin gave birth. Almost 5 days that we got back, Erin gave birth to the new addition to the Guns N’ Roses’ family. Sarah Aless Rose-Everly, 7lbs and 4oz.

#guns n roses x reader #duff mckagan x reader #oc!reader #izzy stradlin x reader #axl x reader #guns n roses imagine

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almostkoo · 5 years ago

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Taehyung on the Cliff (01)

pairing: taehyung x reader (platonic), jungkook x reader (platonic)

summary: series! ponyo!au, ponyo!taehyung, basically the story of ponyo! reader finds taehyung and becomes friends with him, while taehyung figures out his next move on land ( slice of life, slight humor)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: mild language (unedited)

The cool early morning breeze came over you in a chill. You hugged yourself tighter, arms covered in a thick, corded blue sweater. Midterms were finally over and walking along the side of the shoreline had become your second home. You found yourself resting on top of your favorite rock that you lovingly named Fred. Fred, had kept you company many of nights when you found yourself often breakdown from your courses.

You rubbed your hand against the top of the rock. Taking in the sunrise, you let out a sigh.

“Well Fred, I’d say we’re about done here. Midterms are all wrapped up. I have nothing but time on my hands. Feels like I can finally catch my breath.” you smiled. You wondered if you should call up some friends to celebrate. You pulled out your old cracked phone, scrolling through the contacts until you settled on one. You hit the call button and waited for the rings. Hopefully your friend would be awake.

“Jungkook? Did I wake you up?” you hesitated slightly.

Your friend let out a soft chuckle. “Surprisingly no. I’ve been up all night kicking ass playing Overwatch.” you scoffed at Jungkook. The boy found out Overwatch existed and hadn’t gone a day without playing. The only time you saw him if it was your study group for English Comp. You could picture Jungkook sitting there on his beanbag, pitch black room probably a couple of stray cups of ramen on the side of him. You were surprised you didn’t walk past his room and it smelled.

“Please tell me you have your Visine drops by you.” you groaned.

“ Yes Mom I have my eye drops. I’ve been taking breaks. Albeit five minute breaks if that. It still counts for something. What did you need me for? It’s like five am. Are you in trouble?” he asked.

“No I was just gonna ask if you had plans this evening. Midterms are over. We have at least two weeks before everything goes back to shit might as well live in the moment and enjoy it. I’m trying to celebrate.”

“What do you mean: celebrate? I am celebrating. I’m doing a Overwatch marathon. It’s what I deserve for all of my hard work thus far.” you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.

“You know what I meant, Jungkook. Like a party or something like that.”

“Are you inviting Jimin?”

“If I invite Jimin will you take a break from Overwatch to celebrate with us? Or are you still going to stay holed up in your room the whole time?”

“No I’ll come out. No worries. But there better be food too.”

“You can’t throw a party without food. We’ll plan when I get back I’m sure you’ll still be up.”

“Maybe. I’m not gonna make any promises. I know you’re at the beach. Bring me a seashell back if you see a pretty one I can add it to my collection. Gotta go.” and with that Jungkook ended the call. You shake your head, pocketing the device. You watched as the waves crashed. The sound is comforting. You stood up off Fred and rolled the cuffs of your pants up. You slowly walked into the water letting it rise up mid calf. You let out a deep breath. Inhaling the salt water. You looked at the sand trying to spot a seashell to bring back to Jungkook. His collection had started when you started your own trips to the beach.

The only downfall to collecting seashells was time you had accidentally brought one that had a small sea crab in it. On the upside you passed the small crab over to your friend Yoongi, who worked at a pet store. Hopefully he had been able to take card of the small crab.

Your eyes scanned the floor until you landed on a clear jar a few feet away that had a fish inside. You carefully stepped over to the fish taking caution to any stray shells or other debris along the ground. You picked up the jar examining the fish inside. It had pretty blue scales that seemed to reflect different colors as you moved it. The fish inside had big eyes. It almost seemed as though the both of you were looking over each other. How did a fish get trapped in a jar? The jar was about the size of a container of mayo and had strange writings on the side. You went to unscrew the lid of the top when the fish started frantically swimming in a circle. You paused looking at the fish.

“What’s wrong little dude? Don’t you want to go back home?” you asked it as if it could talk back. You could’ve sworn the fish swam in a way that would have been equivalent to a person shaking it’s head no.

“Well little dude” you sighed, walking out of the water. “ maybe Yoongi might know what type of fish you are. He’ll probably know all about your species. Probably would know all different stuff about you. Don’t worry you’ll be in safe hands for sure.”

You opened up the door to the apartment, being wary of the fish you carried under your arm.

“Jungkook? Jungkook?” you called. Your friend came out of his room. Jungkook’s hair was all over his head, as he rubbed his eyes. You doubted he actually had his eye drops with him. He wasn’t going to be satisfied until his eyes turned red from playing that game. He was dressed in the same flannels and black shirt you saw him in two nights ago that raised questions you didn’t even know if you want the answer to.

“Did you bring back a shell?” he grumbled.

“Nope! Even better!” you held the jar out proudly to show the blue fish.

“Dude why would you bring that thing back? That’s another mouth to feed. We can barely cover ramen and drinks.” Jungkook groaned.

“Stop complaining I’m gonna pass it over to Yoongi . We just have to hold on to it until he gets it. Now the real question is I need somewhere with more space so the little guy can swim around. So would you rather me fill up the tub or kitchen sink?” Jungkook huffed, tilting his head back.

“Fuck it. Fill up one side of the sink and put it in there. I still have to take a shower.”

“Thank you, Kookie. I love and appreciate you.” you blew a kiss to your roommate. Jungkook made his way to the refrigerator , peering inside of it,

You turned the faucet letting cool water flow into the sink and you grabbed the stopper. You unscrewed the lid on the jar, slowly letting the water and the fish flow into the sink. When suddenly your grip slipped and jar slipped causing the top of it to break. A piece of glass cut into your hand. You yelped out in pain, blood dripped out of the wound into the water. The blue fish looked at you swimming up and leaping out of the water and latching on to your finger. You shook your hand off, the fish fell back in the water and into the corner of the sink facing away from you.

You muttered a soft. “What the fuck?” and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. You kicked open the door. Jungkook was topless and in the middle of pulling his sweats down.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” He jumped back in shock.

“My hand is bleeding!” you showed him the cut on your hand. Jungkook covered his mouth like he was about to vomit.

“You could’ve told me and I would’ve believed you the same. I still would have believed you.” he turned away.

“Move over I need to get to the cabinet.” you pushed him out of the way. Reaching for the handle to the cabinet door underneath the sink. You pulled the first aid kit out with your good hand. Sitting down on the tub you opened up the kit, grabbing the antiseptic out you started to clean your hand.

“So was the noise I heard in the kitchen you causing this?” Jungkook asked, as he leaned in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Don’t be an asshole obviously it was me. The fish jar slipped out of my hand and cracked, a shard cut me.” Jungkook shook his head. You tended to draw misfortune in the kitchen. In the time you and Jungkook had been roommates you had so far: broke the handle off a knife, shattered a hot porcelain pot under cold water and accidentally tore a cabinet door off the hinges. Which Jungkook fixed before the landlord came for the monthly evaluation of the apartment.

You wiped the blood off your hand, expecting the cut to be there. But it wasn’t. Jungkook looked at you in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“The cut isn’t there. There’s blood, but no cut like it disappeared. I know I cut myself I felt it.” you inspected your hand.

“That’s… weird.” Jungkook stepped over to you, grabbing your hand in his. He turned yours over inspecting your hand just as you did. Right when you went to open your mouth to respond you both heard a loud noise from the kitchen. You both froze, catching each other's eyesight.

“Did you lock the door when you came in?” Jungkook whispered.

“ Yes I locked the door when I came in.” You snapped. You were scared. When you came in you closed the door, adjusted the jar in your grip, called for Jungkook, walked in the kitchen. Wait. Wait a second. You did not lock the door. You felt your blood run cold. There was probably a robber in your apartment, because you did not lock the door. You were gonna die because you did not lock the door.

“You didn’t lock the door did you? I knew you didn’t. Oh my God we’re about to die.”

“We are not about to die. We are about to go and fight” you grabbed the can of Lysol that rested on the back of the toilet and handed Jungkook the plunger. “You are a wall of muscle and now you have a plunger we are gonna defend our rinky dink apartment.” you whispered. You turned him around by the shoulders and slowly lead him out of the bathroom. You hid behind him, treading towards the kitchen. You gripped the Lysol can hard. The kitchen slowly came into view and much to your surprise, it wasn’t a burglar but a wet scared naked man.

He was attractive too. Why was the stranger in you and Jungkook’s apartment attractive? Wait, why was he there?

“Dude, you better say something right now or you’re getting a plunger and Lysol combo.” Jungkook warned.The handsome stranger turned around placing his hands in front of his lower regions. His blue hair fell in front of his eyes as he shook his head back to get it out of his field of vision.

“Can one of you tell me what year it is?” The man said. His voice a deep, low tibre. You and Jungkook both looked at each other in confusion.

“2020?” you both replied in unison. The statement came off like a question. The man’s face contorted further in confusion.

“Are you alright? Can you at least tell us your name?” Jungkook asked, dropping the bat slightly.

“Taehyung.” He replied, shortly. Taehyung turned in circles attempting to make himself aware of his surroundings. You and Jungkook studied the man. He didn’t seem to pose a threat. He too himself was confused and didn’t seem to pose a threat.

“So did you like- break in? Or what?” You asked. Taehyung’s eyes darted from you to Jungkook back and forth.

“The sink. Well technically the ocean. I got sort of trapped by a fisherman’s daughter-” Jungkook threw his hand up signaling for Taehyung to pause.

“The ocean? Why were you in the ocean? Were you like lost at sea or something?” He asked.

“Well if you would’ve let me finish” You and Jungkook paused to allow Taehyung finish.”The fisherman didn’t let his daughter keep me. So she threw me overboard without releasing me and eventually I made my way to the surface where you found me.” He said, pointing at me. Jungkook looked at you and then back at Taehyung.

“Wait, so do you mean to tell me that Taehyung was the blue fish in the jar?” Jungkook asked. Thoughts started racing around your mind. You looked closely at Taehyung. His blue hair almost matched the jar fish’s blue scales to a tee and oddly enough something about his eyes seemed slightly familiar. You walked over to the sink to check if the fish was there and surely it wasn’t.

“Okay you could have thrown the fish out the window.” You stated.

“I kind of believe him. To be fair we do believe in aliens, it’s just for once the weird stuff is happening right here with us. At least it isn’t a yeti or something right?” Jungkook cracked.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” You said, dropping your head.

“I can’t go back home right now either.” Taehyung said, quietly.

“You WHAT?” You and Jungkook questioned in unison. Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s a long story. I can pull my weight around here. I can find a job to help you two with bills. I even healed your cut. I'm a reliable person.” You listened to Taehyung ramble. Until you processed the second half of his statement.

“Taehyung, what was the last half of that statement?” You asked.

“I licked your wound after you broke the glass in the sink. My saliva.. Has healing properties.” You and Jungkook paused, stiffening up a bit.

“I don’t think I wanna know why.” Jungkook softly said to himself. You were taken back by his statement. Very confused but very curious. You looked over at Jungkook who’s brows were furrowed in confusion that matched yours.

“Well” you said. “I mean you don’t seem like a threat. You seem pretty harmless.”

“He has magic.” Jungkook said.

“Okay but that’s not a bad thing.” The sentence itself sounded more like a question instead of a solid statement. You weren’t quite sure if the magical person standing in your kitchen was completely harmless. Taehyung didn’t look scary. He just looked like a man with blue hair standing in front of you trying to figure out what was going on.

“So what ? You want to let him just stay here?” Jungkook asked.

“He can sleep on the couch” you looked at Taehyung. “If you don’t mind me asking what exactly do you eat?”

“I can eat human food. If that’s what you’re wondering.” You and Jungkook let out a breath of relief. Trying to put together some intricate meals for Taehyung was gonna be a problem so hearing he can eat the same food works into the ramen budget you and Jungkook set aside.

“What’s the worst that can happen? If he stays here at least that’s money going towards the rent right?” Jungkook shrugged.

“Okay you can stay here but we’re going to find you a job today.” You said. Taehyung smiled, wide and boxy.

“Thank you so much I promise you won’t regret it.”

And you hoped you wouldn’t.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung x oc #taehyung imagines #taehyung fanfiction #bts imagines #bts fanfiction #bts stories #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook fanfiction #author: almostkoo #fic: taehyung on the cliff

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dragonsaphirareads · 5 years ago

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The Power of Imagination

Day 16 of @tsshipmonth2020 Fluffuary

Ship: Dukeceit

AU: Kid/School

Word Count: 1883

Summary: Remus goes to school one day and meets the new kid in his class. A quiet, shy boy with scars running along half of his face. With a little imagination, he helps him come out of his shell.

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Remus hated school. He hated riding the bus, he hated sitting at a desk for hours and hours, and he hated homework.

The only part of school that he liked was recess. The playground area at school was small, but it was bordered by a line of trees that made for the perfect area to play. Every day he would race to the same spot, waiting for his brother and friends to join him from the other class.

One day, Remus was walking down the hallway towards his classroom when he saw his teacher standing outside the door speaking to another woman. Beside her, there was a kid that had scars running across the entire left side of his face and neck.

He ducked behind the teacher to get into the classroom, and he overheard the kid’s mother mention something about “bullies” and “making friends” as he passed them. Was this kid new to their class? It was the middle of the school year though, why would he come now rather than at the beginning of the year?

Remus took a seat at his desk at the front of the class, trying to lean forward and peek around the doorframe as the rest of his classmates wandered around the classroom, talking to their friends.

Then the bell rang, and there was a mad rush as everyone ran to their chairs and sat down as their teacher walked into the classroom with the kid in tow. The students started to whisper before he hushed them, raising a hand to get their attention.

“Good morning everyone! We have a new student joining us today. This is Ernest, and I hope everyone will welcome him into our class with open arms and help him catch up with his schoolwork. Can we do that?”

“Yes Mr. Thomas!” chorused the class, and Ernest kept his eyes down the entire time. He shuffled to the only open desk in the class, which happened to be the one right next to Remus.

“Hi, I’m Remus!” he whispered loudly as Mr. Thomas started to hand out a worksheet. “I think your face looks really cool!”

Ernest ducked his head, staring at his hands. Remus opened his mouth to whisper again.

“Remus, we’re in class now.” Mr. Thomas scolded lightly as he came around, tapping his finger to his lips in a hush gesture, and Remus pouted. He kept his mouth shut though, especially since Ernest hadn’t even reacted to his whispers. Was he deaf, or just ignoring him?

He kept looking over at the new kid the entire morning, studying his face carefully. The scars on his face looked a lot like when Remus scraped his knees playing and healed over, but there was also a long, deep line that ran from the corner of his mouth to the edge of his jaw that looked like it was more of a cut. Remus wondered what happened to cause it. Was Ernest actually a secret spy and he’d gotten hurt on a mission? Or was he from another world and he’d been attacked by a vicious monster that he’d only barely escaped from?

His eyes were different as well. The one on the left was cloudy and unfocused, and not the same color as his right eye. Was that so he could see into another dimension? Or did it contain magical power that he could only use when he said the magic words?

By the time the bell rang for recess, Remus was practically bouncing in his seat from excitement. He couldn’t wait to tell the others about the new kid in his class, so when that bell rang he raced out of the classroom and to their spot under the biggest tree, waiting for Roman, Patton and Valentine to join him.

It took a couple minutes for the other class to come out into the yard, and every second was torture for the impatient kid.

“You guys are late!” He shouted at the three of them as they approached. “I’ve been waiting forever!”

Roman stuck his tongue out at him, shoving him back. “It’s not our fault, we were playing a game and we had to put everything away!”

Remus rolled his eyes, waving his hand. “Whatever, I don’t care. Something exciting happened today! There’s a new kid in my class and he’s super cool!”

“Really?” Valentine tilted his head, and Remus nodded.

“Yeah! He’s totally from another world, I just know it!”

Patton furrowed an eyebrow. “What do you mean, from another world?”

“I mean that he’s totally got magic! One of his eyes is different, and he’s got all kinds of marks on his face, and it just has to be because he’s a hero from a different world who was sent here on a mission!”

Roman looked excited, but Patton and Valentine didn’t seem to understand what Remus was talking about, because they both had worried looks on their faces.

“Remus... can you show us who you’re talking about?” Valentine asked, looking out over the playground. Remus raised an eyebrow but he turned and started searching for his new classmate.

“I don’t see him...” Remus mumbled, running over to the slides and climbing up one of them to get a better view of the yard. His friends followed him, though Patton and Valentine climbed up the ladder rather than scrambling up the slide. “Oh, wait, I found him!”

He pointed, and the other three piled on themselves to see where he was looking. Ernest was sitting up against the brick wall of the school, his head down as he read a book. Patton gasped and he grabbed Remus’s arm, yanking him back and down so they were crouching.

“Remus! You didn’t say any of those things to his face, did you?!”

“H-Huh? Well, I told him his face looked cool!” He told them, and Valentine facepalmed as Patton shook his head. “What? What’s wrong!?”

Remus felt a smack on the back of his head and he whined as he looked up at his brother. “What was that for!?”

“Because you’re dumb!” Roman told him, crouching down with the rest of them. “Remus, you’re so stupid sometimes!”

“What did I do?!”

“Remus... I don’t think he’s from a different world, like you said.” Valentine ventured slowly.

“Those scars are probably from an accident he was in. He probably thought that you were making fun of him when you said that!” Patton explained, and Remus blinked.

“But... I wasn’t! I really think it looks cool!”

Roman dragged a hand down his face, huffing in frustration. Valentine crawled forward, pushing him towards the slide. “You should go apologize to him.”

“But I didn’t--”

His brother rolled his eyes and forcefully pulled him down the slides and then to his feet when Remus landed awkwardly. “C’mon, let’s go tell him that you’re dumb and then see if he wants to play with us.”

Remus grumbled, but he followed his brother over to where Ernest was sitting. The kid didn’t look up when they approached, although he did notice that his shoulders seemed to tighten as Roman cast a shadow over him.

“Hi! You’re Ernest, right? My brother said something mean earlier to you and he wanted to apologize!”

Remus growled as Roman elbowed him in the ribs, then he looked down at his classmate and saw that he had curled up tightly, avoiding looking at either of them. Remus blinked, crouching down so he was more on level with him.

“I have a question... are you secretly from another world?”

“Remus!” Roman exclaimed, but Ernest actually raised his head and stared at Remus curiously.

“W-What?”

“I told my friends that you’re totally a hero sent to our world to save us ‘cause you’ve got a special eye and scars from fighting monsters, but they didn’t believe me! So you gotta tell them that I’m right!”

Roman was glowering down at his brother, reeling back to kick him in the side. How stupid was he, saying all those things to Ernest’s face? Why, he looked like he was about to cry!

Ernest’s face twisted, and he ducked his head to hide his face with his knees. He started shaking, and Roman reached down to pull his brother away and yell at him. Then Ernest raised his head again, and they both realized he wasn’t crying at all.

“Hahaha... You’ve-You’ve got me! I’m actually a... haha... a time traveler sent from the future! I... haha... I have to change the past so the world can be saved!”

“I knew it!” Remus cheered, pumping his fists in the air. Roman chewed his lip, watching his brother lean even further into Ernest’s personal space. “You’ve gotta show us your tricks!”

Ernest blinked for a moment, then he shook his head with the faintest grin. “Sorry, I can’t. I shouldn’t have even told you who I was, anything could fail my mission.”

Remus pouted, sitting back on his feet. “Aww...”

“Do you wanna come play with us?” Roman spoke up, and both Ernest and Remus glanced up at him. “It’s more fun than just sitting by yourself, right? Or you can just read your book under the tree, if you want!”

Ernest stared at him disbelieving, then he shrugged and closed his book, getting to his feet. “I guess so.”

“Yes!” Remus jumped up and ran back over to Patton and Valentine, who were watching them from their vantage point at the top of the slides.

“I’m sorry about him...” Roman mumbled to Ernest as they started walking over. “He’s kinda stupid sometimes.”

“It’s ok... It’s better than what most people say when they see me.” Ernest smiled slightly, tucking his book under his arm and following Roman to the line of trees. They spent the rest of the recess play pretending they were valiant knights fighting against dragons and witches while Ernest sat against the tree, watching them all with a curious look in his eye.

“Remus?”

“Yeah?”

“You know that I’m not really a spy from the future, right?”

Remus sighed, absently drawing circles in the dirt next to him. The other class had been held in for recess that day, so Remus had taken a seat next to Ernest and they’d just talked for their outside time.

“Yeah, I know.”

“But... you’re still friends with me? Even though I lied?”

Remus nodded. “Of course! Mom told me that I was being “in-sen-si-tive” by talking about your scars, and that I should have not said anything unless you said something first.”

Ernest hummed, watching the other kids playing on the playground. “Well, I probably wouldn’t have then. It’s not something I like to talk about. Kids at my last school made fun of me for how I looked.”

“They’re idiots!” Remus insisted.

“Maybe. But... I wanted to thank you, Remus.”

“Huh? Thank me for what?”

Ernest smiled, leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to Remus’s cheek. “Just... for being yourself.”

Then the bell rang and Ernest stood up to go back inside. Remus lagged behind, touching his cheek lightly with his fingertips and grinning like a maniac.

Maybe Ernest wasn’t from the future like he’d said. But as far as Remus was concerned, he was definitely an angel sent straight from heaven.

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