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danger-noodle-uwu · 3 years ago

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I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

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thetravelingmaster · 2 years ago

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First Fundamental Thing About Hypnosis Parts 1 & 2

Female’s Point of View - Hypnosis

“Really Jimmy? Can’t you give it a rest?” I said as I leaned on the side of the pool, looking at him lounging in his chair. “What can I say?” he said with an easy smile. “I have a real passion for hypnosis and this latest article I read about positive and negative hallucinations was just too incredible not to share!” I rolled my eyes. “Incredible is the right word I think...” I said, hopefully looking at him without showing all the pity I felt for him. “Hypnosis is very real and it can allow the mind to do amazing things!” he said.

“That stuff is not as incredible as you make it out to be.” I said. “My mom had me go through hypnosis therapy because she thought I had problems back in high school. It never did anything except make me bored.” “One could argue that it helped you become much more at ease with yourself, which helped you make a ton of friends.” he said. “No it didn’t!” I said. “I just happened to develop boobs around the same time and THOSE attracted me a lot of new ‘friends’!” He laughed. “Ok you make a good point.” he said. “But my point was that hypnosis isn’t all boring and therapeutic. It can be fun too!” “If you are going to tell me about another stage act you saw...” I said before he cut me off. “No no!” he said. “I promise I’m not.” His overly enthusiastic smile made it clear that he wasn’t going to let it go any time soon. And knowing Jimmy’s single mindedness, he wouldn’t be able to relax until he was able to tell me about his boring hypnosis stuff. “Fine...” I said with a sigh. “I can see you’re just dying to talk about it. So go ahead... I’m all ears...” “Thanks!” he said with a smile. “Well this article talked about how a subject can be made to hallucinate something that isn’t really there simply through the power of hypnotic suggestion. Neat huh? Imagine being made to see some sexy hunk sitting in front of you, that would be nice right?” I smiled. “Well it would be a big improvement over my current view...” I said, winking at him. Which made him chuckle. “Fair enough...” he said. “But then again, maybe I’m the one under one of those suggestions. I mean... How else can I explain seeing such a babe in the pool in front of me?” he said. It was my turn to chuckle. “Nah…” I said offhandedly. “You probably just hit your head or something...” “Or I’m not hallucinating and there really is a pretty babe in the pool in front of me!” he said. I rolled my eyes. “Enough with the compliments already!” I said. “Or this pretty babe won’t be patient enough to listen to you and swim away.” “No need to swim away…” I said. “Instead, think about how funny it would be for you if I really was under a powerful positive hallucination.” “Why would that be funny?” I asked. He smiled for a moment before getting up from the chair. “Imagine how funny it would be if I were hypnotically tricked to believe and SEE that I still have my swim trunks on?” he said as he posed. I looked at his bright yellow shorts and for a split second, my mind wondered how he would look if he were naked. He wasn’t bad on the eyes and I noticed that he had obviously started to work out. How else could I explain his new and stunning physique? “Well that would certainly be funny to watch you cluelessly dangle your junk by the pool.” I said. “It could even be fun... Provided your junk is actually nice to look at. Otherwise, I’m afraid it would just be awkward.” He laughed and came to sit on the edge of the pool, forcing me to move back a step so he could put his feet in the cool water.

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tendouluvr · 4 years ago

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not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader

- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe

- characters: suna, sakusa, semi

- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing

- wc: 1.4k, 888, 946

a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used

also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao

[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]

SUNA

#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks

#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time

#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual

#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days

#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up

#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately

#! you’re pregnant

#! or you believe you are

#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion

#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s

#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home

#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible

#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it

#! so you waited

#! and waited

#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door

#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him

#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in

#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him

#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment

#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen

#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes

#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off

#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning

#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”

#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom

#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in

#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)

#! so you waited until tomorrow

#! and waited

#! and once again, he came home late

#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”

#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”

#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”

#! “g’night.”

#! night came and there was still no talk

#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out

#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations

#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after

#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark

#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice

#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out

#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym

#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you

#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office

#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me

#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused

#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”

#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office

#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life

#! suna, however, was confused

#! look different? did you get surgery?

#! “what do you mean?”

#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”

#! suna: 👨‍🦲 huh

#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction

#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right

#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach

#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”

#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?

#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment

#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence

#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea

#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open

#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight

#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you

#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed

#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked

#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”

#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”

#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna

#! “jackass! why are you home?!”

#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point

#! “huh?”

#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story

#! “i tried.”

#! “huh? what do you mean?”

#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”

#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down

#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him

#! two weeks ago

#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers

#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal

#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”

#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”

#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed

SAKUSA

#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you

#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,

#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun

#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm

#! and 3) he wanna go home

#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same

#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud

#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused

#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans

#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him

#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb

#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own

#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way

#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)

#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass

#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend

#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff

#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him

#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing

#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be

#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day

#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth

#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon

#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare

#! “eating a lemon.”

#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”

#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth

#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized

#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant

#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices

#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you

#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “y-yes..”

#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile

#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest

#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge

#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing

#! “no.”

#! “um ok, two slices?”

#! “no.”

#! “omi!”

#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go

#! “why didn’t you tell me?”

#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink

#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!

#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that

#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side

#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly

#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you

#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him

#! “you okay?”

#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind

SEMI

#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home

#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication

#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him

#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend

#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go

#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant

#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months

#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests

#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box

#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive

#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong

#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day

#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day

#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant

#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour

#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home

#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician

#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”

#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch

#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself

#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place

#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding

#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug

#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck

#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable

#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest

#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach

#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head

#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach

#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it

#! “what?”

#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time

#! “huh?”

#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him

#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him

#! “you’re pregnant?!”

#! “i just said that. yes.”

#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control

#! “sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”

#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump

#! “how long?”

#! “since you left.”

#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left

#! “yea.”

#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “because.”

#! “‘cuz what?”

#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”

#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”

#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other

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jujumin-translates · 2 years ago

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Event | the Rad Red | Chapter 6

Banri: Here’s the sheet music for bass, and here’s the one for the drums.

Taichi: Now we can finally practice for real!

Banri: Anyway, let’s try and match the chorus we’ve been practicing.

Juza: How are the lyrics goin’?

Taichi: Still not done! But… I’m working with a la-la-la method!

Azami: The hell is that?

Taichi: I’m getting the gist of it down by humming it out, y’know?

Banri: That probably ain’t the best way to do it. Anyway, let’s go.

Banri: 1, 2, 3…

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Banri: I mean, I figured they would, but the drums suck ass.

Juza: Haah? I still improved from last time.

Banri: Improved, my ass…

Azami: Hey, I’m holdin’ ya back too.

Juza: Taichi was doin’ pretty good though.

Taichi: Eh!? Really!?

Azami: You were the best outta everyone. You’ve def got the motivation to be popular.

Taichi: Ehehe~.

Banri: I mean, you have been practicing the guitar more than you’ve been writing the lyrics.

Taichi: !!

Taichi: I just can’t seem to figure it out~. I was practicing guitar as a distraction and ended up spending more time on that…

Banri: Avoiding the issue, huh?

Juza: Well, worst case scenario, you can maybe make it in time for just the Autumn Troupe performance..

Azami: Yeah, but then we’ll sound like shit at the live house opening act if we go up there with just the la-la-la stuff.

Taichi: Euuwah~!! I’d hate it so much if all the other songs after us were way cooler!

Taichi: I’d rather have us just yell out our favorite foods than have to go up there with just the humming stuff!!

Banri: That’d just be a comedy band then.

Banri: Anyway, just focus on the lyrics for now. Put your own spin on them. You’re banned from guitar practice until then.

Taichi: Uuueh~... Got it.

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College Friend A: Wanna go to karaoke after this, Nanao?

Taichi: I have some things to do, so next time!

College Friend A: Got it.

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Taichi: Juza-san! Sorry to keep you waiting!

Juza: S’nothing. Let’s go to the studio.

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Taichi: How’s your drum practice going?

Juza: Borrowed some electric drums from the manager so I can practice at the dorms too, so I think I’m gettin’ better with the rhythm.

Juza: Only problem is sometimes I get too into it and I end up sendin’ the drumsticks flyin’.

Taichi: Th-That’s definitely something you’ll need to work on…

Juza: How’re the lyrics comin’ along?

Taichi: Well… I haven’t been able to write anything at all and my lack of writing skills is making me feel kinda hopeless.

Taichi: Maybe I can’t write lyrics after all~...

Juza: …Durin’ the eighth performance, I thought that I would never be able to write a script and that I had no writin’ talent.

Juza: But I was surprised at all the stuff in all the actin’ manuscripts I’d forgotten I’d written in the past.

Juza: Usin’ those manuscripts as inspiration, I was able to write a decent script by mixin’ my current self with my past self.

Juza: That worked really well for me.

Taichi: Your monologue from that was really good.

Juza: That’s why I’m sure that you’ll be able to write up somethin’ good, Taichi.

Taichi: I hope so…

Juza: Even durin’ the sixth performance, my past experience was helpful with actin’ in the play.

Juza: That’s when I realized… That my leadin’ play was also about mournin’ my past feelings.

Juza: I was able to mourn the feelings I pushed down and pretended not to see in the past by expressin’ them in the form of a play.

Juza: Maybe writin’ lyrics about your past self is similar to me pickin’ up on past emotions and putting them into the play.

Juza: So, even if you’re gonna write about your feelings right now, it might be useful for you to look back at the past to see the difference from now.

Juza: …Sorry, don’t really know what I’m gettin’ at.

Taichi: No, I getcha! You got the point across just fine!

Taichi: Basically, the past is def connected to the present, so there’s no need for me to be only focused on “this moment now”.

Juza: Yea.

Taichi: (He’s not good with words, but I can tell Juza-san is trying his best to think about things and talk them through with me.)

Taichi: (I still feel like… Juza-san has definitely grown up more, or at least changed since we first met.)

Taichi: By the way. I talked to A-chan about how I was wondering about how long I’m gonna keep my red hair for…

Taichi: When he asked what my closest idea of an adult is, I answered with Sakyo-nii, but he denied that one super hard.

Taichi: A-chan is still as harsh as ever with Sakyo-nii, isn’t he?

Juza: Closest idea of an adult, huh… I get what you’re sayin’ with Sakyo-san, but I also think that Winter Troupe and the guys in Furinkazan are pretty damn close.

Juza: The First Gens too.

Taichi: Ah, yeah, yeah!

Juza: Now that I think about it, ever since Tsuzuru-san started workin’ towards being a professional, and since Omi-san started workin’ a real job, I feel like they’ve grown up quite a bit.

Taichi: You’re right…

Taichi: The day Omi-kun left our room all dressed up in his suit to go to that job interview, he looked super mature.

Taichi: (I wonder what’s gonna happen to me after I graduate. I know that all I wanna be is an actor, but…)

Taichi: (It’s still a while away, but I’ll have to think about it eventually.)

Taichi: (If it weren’t for the fact I’m an actor, I’m sure I would’ve had to think about and prepare for job hunting way sooner…)

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Juza: I think we should head back soon.

Azami: Yeah, I’m at my limit too.

Taichi: Good work, guys. I’m gonna stay a bit, so leave the keys.

Juza: You’re gonna keep goin’?

Taichi: If I’m at the dorms, I’ll just get distracted and keep wanting to talk to everyone.

Taichi: I’ve got off from uni tomorrow, so I’m gonna stay in the studio tonight and see if I can get a few lyrics figured out.

Juza: Don’t push yourself too hard.

Azami: Yeah, take it easy, for the sake of your skin.

Taichi: Got it!

*Door closes*

Taichi: …

Taichi: (Alright, let me play that again, and…)

*Guitar plays*

Taichi: (It’s a really cool melody~. I’ll have to come up with some lyrics that don’t make this song seem like a waste…)

Taichi: …

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*Vision starts*

College Friend: Nanao, your hair is black!?

Taichi: I’m hunting for a job~. Red hair is no good anymore.

College Friend: That’s true. Damn, you’re not even gonna have time to go get drinks anymore.

Taichi: Yeah~.

College Friend: Not used to seeing you with black hair, but it looks good on you.

Taichi: Ahaha, really…?

Taichi: (Well, I used to have black hair anyway. This is more toned down and better suited for me, isn’t it…?)

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vinnieswife · 4 years ago

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Can you do one where vinnie gets jealous over y/n and then punished her but goes to rough and y/n has to use a safe word and vinnie feels bad afterwards- <3

OOOHHH YES BESTIE😩

Please I want Vinnie to punish me for being a brat😎

Punishment:

Vinnie Hacker x reader

Words: 3982

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink ofc, smut, dom!Vinnie x sub!reader, face fucking, mouth spitting, choking!Kink,rough sex in general.

Another morning at the Hype House, Thomas had decided to have a party with the Sway house, despite the fact that Bryce and he did not get along very well, the situation between the two of them had improved a lot, now they were shaking hands and could have a normal conversation not like before they hit each other.

The party would be at night and in this case it would be at the Sway House not at the Hype House like the last times, Bryce promised to behave and not do anything crazy at the party, Vinnie and you would go together with which you would only take a car ( akka Vinnie's car)

It was still 7 o'clock and the party would be at 8 o'clock with which you started to get ready, you got into the shower while Vinnie was talking with Thomas and Michael about any stupidity of theirs, when you finished you wrapped the towel around your body drying it, Then you put on a set of black lingerie that Vinnie had given you last week, debuting it next to a tight black dress, which perfectly marked the correct places on your body, making the fabric conform to your shape, when you were about to apply mascara on your long lashes Vinnie opened the door.

"Hey Y / n have you seen my- wow" he stared at you in the mirror reflection, his eyes roaming you up and down repeatedly, blinking in amazement.

"Hell, you're Gorgeous, I-I..., god"

You turned around looking at him smiling, "Thanks Vin, you don't look bad either"

He supported you on the bathroom sink, your butt against the marble surface, he placed his arms on either side of you, slowly approaching you, making the difference in height noticeable, Vinnie grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him.

"Hey" he says in a whisper.

“Hi” you answer back smiling, his hand flying to your waist.

“What if we skip the party and stay here in my room doing some ... wild activities? Huh? How does that sound love? "

"As much as I enjoy that ... wild activities I actually want to go to that party, I miss my girls"

“Oh cmon you see them another day, please?” He begs hiding his face in the crock of your neck, leaving some kisses there.

“Vin, we are going to be late” you say grabbing his cheeks, pulling him close to leave a soft kiss on his red lips.

“I just do this because I love you” he kisses you back but with more passion.

“I love you too Vin”

You both got into the car, the trip was not very long, about 15 minutes at most, Vinnie's hand was always on your thigh, given gentle caresses and light squeezes, when Vinnie arrived, he parked the car, along with all the expensive cars of the other guests, Vinnie got out first and walked around the car to open the door for you.

"Oh, such a gentleman"

"Only for you madam" you giggle grabbing his arm to hold him close, "are you nervous?" "No whaaatt? Pufff no "

"Oh god, yes you are" "just a little"

"It's all of our friends you don't need to be nervous, everything it's going to be okay, I promise" "okay" "good" he smiles and starts walking with again to the inside of the house.

~time skip 1 hour~

You started to feel really needy, so you go to Vinnie asking him to go to a bathroom and do something, but, to your surprise he said no, you stood there with a surprised face asking him why,he just shrug his shoulders and keep talking with the people around.

When “into it by Chase Atlantic” began to sound, you took Vinnie to the dance floor, bringing him closer to you,he followed you, it started like an innocent dance, everything was perfect, and there your plan was put into motion, when the song reached the chorus you get closer to him a lot more, sliding your hands down his chest, taking them over the fabric that covered his abs, hooking your fingers in his belt, “what do you thing you are doing huh?” He grabs your hands turning you around, to have a beautiful sight of your butt, grabbing your hips hardly he puts your butt against his covered cock, moving his hips a little just to make you more flustered, “Vin pleas-“ “no” you turn around to look at him in the eyes. Then you feel how he looses his touch on you, just walking away, not before giving a good squeeze to your ass, making you moan in his neck.

He goes to talk with Bryce and Noah again, so you just search for Ness,Maddy and Nai (NAILEA MY LOVE)

“Omg hiii Y/n” all of them say to you

“Hey gurrllsss, how are y’all been?”

The girls start to compliment you con lo cual tú también hiciste lo mismo con ellas.

“Hey Y/n that dude on the bar table is staring at you” Ness tells you

“Huh? Who?” “The one with the red shirt”

You looked again noticing how the dude still have his eyes on you, you smile politely at him and he smiles back at you.

Your head starts to think in a way to make Vinnie fuck you senseless or at least to give you a little time of pleasure, you smirk at your idea, Nailea look at you knowing what do you think “Y/n if you do that, you are not going to walk in a week” she says.

“God Nai that’s exactly what I want, but he has just been teasing me all the party” you say with a sigh.

Ness and Maddy hype you up to do it and Nai just start laughing.

You start walking to the guy in the bar table,he smiles at you again, you two start talking a little and you discover his name was Zach, and he was an old Bryce’s friend, you two were talking about likeness when you noticed Vinnie’s gaze on you, giving the dude death looks, he takes his phone and send you a text.

-What do you think you are doing pup?

•Just talking with a friend? Why?

You give him a inocent look and he looks back at you clenching his jaw.

-Don play with fire if you don’t wanna get burn princess.

•Maybe I want to get burn.

You put your phone into your pocket and go back talking with Zach,then you think, -what if I just flirt with him to see Vinnie’s reaction?- so you did it, you start to touch his arm, knowing how Vinnie hates when you do that to someone who it isn’t him. You lean a little to get close to Zach’s ear whispering something when your phone buzz again.

“Oh, I’m sorry give me a sec”

You looked at your texts noticing a message from Vinnie.

-You better stop doing what you are doing pup, or I’m going to make you.

You ignored the text and keep the flirting with the guy, he grabs your waist pulling you closer to him, and you smile at him, feeling Vinnie’s intense look in you, your phone buzz again.

-come here. Now.

-You know what? I’m coming to you.

Then you feel a hand on your waist,grabbing you pulling you close to a toned chest, oh lord,you know you messed this.

“Sorry for the interruption dude but my girlfriend is a little too friendly when she’s drunk, I’m sorry again”

When the dude grabs Vinnie’s wrist “I saw her first dude, don’t play the -she’s my girlfriend- with me”

“Excuse me? Oh god you are going to-“ “hey let’s go home okay? Vin, please” he looks at you, and with that look you know he is mad,really mad, you have been acting like a brat all day, talking back, teasing him, flirting with others to make him jealous.

“Leave us alone, right sweetheart?” The dude asks

“No, he’s my boyfriend and I just use you to make him jealous so, no”

Vinnie grabs your wrist roughly but not to hard to hurt you, he makes signs to Thomas and scream a “we’re leaving” with a smirk on his face.

You both got into te car, the ride was silence until Vinnie puts his hand on your thigh again, you look at him opening your mouth to ask him for forgiveness when he cuts you off “ don’t you dare to try to explain it, I know perfectly what you were doing, and when we get home I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, got it? I’m going to edge you for hours, tide your wrists to the headboard, spank you ‘till you cry, then I’m going to eat you out and overstimulate you ‘till you can’t cum anymore,and even there I will fuck you senseless, because you are going to take everything I will give you, got it?”

“Yes I got it” you say with a whispers

“You got it who?”

“Yes I got it daddy”

“Better”

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When you arrived at the Hype House, it was empty since everyone was at the party and because of how they were they would not arrive until dawn, with which Vinnie had all night to make you pay for what you had done, and that was not very pleasant for you. As soon as you enter the door Vinnie guide you to his room, entering it, he blocked the door and hit you against the door,

"If you act like a whore, you'll get treated like one"

He began to kiss you roughly, his kisses descended rapidly towards your neck, marking your hot skin with his lips, from time to time he left a small bite at the base of your neck, descending towards your clavicle, leaving hickeys in the area.

"Jump" he said in your demanding tone.

You obeyed and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands traveled to your butt, giving it a good grip as he kissed you again in a desperate and demanding way, his tongue entered your mouth without warning, dancing with your tongue, at a slow speed, both of your lips red from the intensity of the kiss.

He sat on the edge of the bed, untying his belt, your eyes widened, you stared at the belt. "Come here" you swallowed and approached staying in front of him, he got up from the bed, taking your wrists, wrapping the belt around your wrists in such a way that it was hooked.

He sat back on the bed, motioning for you to get into his lap.

You looked at his hands, and as his rings were still on each finger, you waited a few seconds praying that he would remove the rings, but that moment never came, this time he would leave them on, which would be more painful.

You lay on his legs, your butt between his thighs and your body on the bed.

His hands caressed your butt on the fabric of the dress, he lifted the dress up to your hips, leaving you exposed, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your thong, lowering it, passing it over your legs letting it fall on the floor.

"You act like a brat all night ..."

"I don't act like a brat-" he leaves a hard smack on your ass cheek making you whimper.

"Are you talking back little slut?" He asks in a fake innocent tone.

"No daddy"

"That's what I thought" he start caressing your butt cheeks.

"Count"

And then he laid the first smack into your left cheek "o-one" you let out a whimper. He laids another one into your right cheek, you moan and he leaves another smack "I said count" he said in a rougher tone "Two and three, I'm sorr-" another smack "f-uck, four" at this point tears fall from your eyes, falling into the sheets. The smacks laid on your butt in a fast pace, "cmon baby three more" "th-three?" "Do you want them to be five?" "N-no!" "Then count!" "Thirte-en" the cries leaving your mouth between sobs, "Did that hurt puppy? Good, it's supposed to", "f-four-te-en" you say in a whisper, and the smack "five teen!" You scream because the last one was harder than the others.

The three smacks laid on you butt making you moan and scream at the pain in your butt, Vinnie caress your cheeks covered in his handprints.

"You are such a good slut for me, don't you?" I have smirks caressing your back.

"Stand up" he helps you to get up, his hands grabbing your waist, his hands travel to your back, grabbing the zipper of the dress and tugging it down, he slid the straps of the dress down your shoulders, letting the piece of fabric fell to the ground remaining on your ankles, you stepped outside the fabric, you were completely exposed to it, the only garment that covered your body was your bra.

You whimper in response, he could feel the arousal between you legs, but he never been this helpless to relieve the pressure. You squirmed, your hips bucking in desesperation. Vinnie chuckled, gently brushing the hair out of your face, “that’s what I thought”.

“Please, please...”

“Please?” Vinnie mocked, making you start to sob in frustration.

“You know you have to do better that that”

You gasped “Daddy, put your hands on me.Touch me,or fuck me I don’t care”. Tears run down your face.

“Please just use me”

“Touch me please, I can’t take it anymore...”

Your legs were spread open by Vinnie’s hands, your hands chained to the headboard with his belt.

Vinnie had done anything but tease you, touching your thighs lightly, brushing his hand against your nipples or pinching them.

“And what if I don’t?...”

He softened a bit with the tears.

“Good” he murmured, positioning himself between your legs.

At the simple touch of his hand on your heat, your entire body convulsed with pleasure. Vinnie smirked “Now, that wasn’t to difficult, was it?”

The moment when you were about to cum. Your eyes roll back , your shoulder pushed off of the bed as you tremble and shiver in Vinnie’s arms. A high pitched whine resounding in the room before you started mumbling and begging for Vinnie to touch you again. And he just smirks, the thrusts with his fingers stopped as he smiles devilishly and kisses you.

“Dad-ddy please, more” you mumble pulling the belt.

“What baby? You want more? You are begging for me so well. But are not allowed to come,not now. You can cum only when I say it okay baby?” He said with a fake caring tone.

He grabbed you by the hips, getting you out of bed, placing you on his lap, his hand slowly lowered over your abdomen, his fingers brushing your hips, he put his hand in your pussy,cupping it, his fingers quickly found your clit, playing with it lightly, just making pressure, making you moan with pleasure, then he start fingering you while you are sitting on his lap, you started feeling so embarrassed, you just hide your face in the crook of Vinnie's neck. He eventually grabs your jaw roughly and he makes you look at him, telling you to hold eye contact or else you won't get to cum "open your eyes and look at me whore"

His fingers start pumping in a fast pace making your head fall backwards,you bite your lip to not make a sound, he curls his fingers to reach that spot inside of you.

"Stay nice and quiet, if I hear a moan slip I'll fuck your throat raw, understood?"

The pace goes faster again, you try so hard to contain your moans and whimpers,little tears running down your face, he brings up his hand cleaning and drying your cheeks with his thumb,"oh cmon slut you can moan now"

You let out loud moans as your walls clench around Vinnie's fingers,he grabs your throat kissing you roughly while you moan in his mouth, this one is your first orgasm because Vinnie denied all the ones before,then he pulls you close to whisper in your ear "shut up and take it princess, do it for daddy" you nod your head biting your lip again, has he goes rougher, leaving kisses and more hickeys on your neck, you try harder to be quiet until you can't take it and you moan his name and cum all over his fingers.

He starts laughing at how pathetic you are, groaning in your ear "good fucking girl" he grabs you putting you into the bed laying on your back, he kisses your lips, biting harder at your lower lip making you moan, his kisses traveled down again, leaving more hikers on your breasts and abdomen, his lips leaving ghost touches on your skin.

His mouth reach your hips making they way down to your clit, he starts playing with the little bud, kissing it softly before biting it, making you scream in pleasure.

"Oh god Daddy please" you whimper.

His tongue start moving in a fast pace between your folds, playing around your hole, his tongue moving in and out at a torturing slowly pace, his tongue giving your hole little strokes, he goes up again at your clit, sucking on it harshly.

You started to feel the tight sensation in your stomach, getting more closer to your release Vinnie's tongue doesn't slow down for a second, in fact it just speed up 'till you cum all over his mouth and chin, you expect him to stop,but he shoves his fingers into your hole and attaches his mouth to your clit, sucking on it harshly, making you scream again, "Thank me" he growls, pushing his fingers further into your hole. "Thank me for the orgasm I just let you have" you moan loudly, shaking with the force of Vinnie's fingers moving in and out. "Fuck, tha-ank you"

Vinnie smirks at you and you cry out as you feel his fingers twist and his tongue drops down to play with your clit in slow motions.

It was so much pleasure for you to handle, you start to move back from Vinnie's mouth, just to hear a groan from his throat and to feel his hands grabbing your thighs harder to pull your pussy closer to him. "No,no,no. Get back here I'm not done with you "

He goes back at pumping his fingers inside of you all the overstimulation making your chest raise up and down at a erratic pace, your orgasm start to build up again, your moans loud and your hand gripping at the sheets, your third orgasm explodes, "Aww, look the poor thing accidentally came" this time Vinnie stops, cleaning your mess with his tongue, lapping every drop of your cum.

"You taste fantastic slut, now get on your knees"

You make up from the bed, your legs feeling numb for the hard orgasms, you gent on your knees, your hands moving to take off his trousers, sliding them down to his ankles, then your hands reach his underwear, caressing him through the fabric of his boxers. "Take them off" you slide them down his ankles too, his cock already hard pressing against his lower abdomen, leaking with pre-cum, you grab it with your hand, liking the pre-cum in his tip, making him groan in pleasure, you take him in your mouth, but Vinnie has other plans for you, he grabs your hair pushing himself deeper into your throat making you gag, he start at a fast pace, making you gag every-time he hits the back you your throat, you separated from his cock, breathing hard, "vinnie" you said with a ragged breath, he put his cock back in your mouth, "shut up and take it" he proceeds to fuck your mouth again. "Aah just like that, taking all my cock like the slut you are" he groans, tears start running down your face, Vinnie grabs your hair tightly making you moan against his cock, you allow your cheeks to make force on his cock, "aah shit, I'm going to cum" his seed explodes in your mouth, you swallowed all of it, some of his cum falls to your chin so you grab it with your finger pulling it back in your mouth.

"Get up" he grabs your hand to help you to stand up, he makes his way with you to the bed, again, he grabs you and puts you into the bed, laying on your back, he approaches you, positioning himself on top of you, he doesn't waist time, pulling his cock inside of you, you moan, again tears running down your face for the overstimulation you where receiving, Vinnie's strokes are deep and hard, making your head spin, the line between pain and pleasure was invisible now, the pain in your legs was more than the pleasure, you try to push Vinnie out of you, but he grabs your wrists pinning them to the bed, "V-Vinnie..."

He just moans in you neck, 'till you start moving to much, you want him to stop, you need him to stop, so you just scream it.

"Book!, Vinnie book!"

He stops instantly, pulling out of you,grabbing your face, strolling your cheeks. "Oh lord Y/n I'm so sorry, I shouldn't push you that far, I'm so sorry love"

"It's okay, I say it because I don't feel pleasure anymore"

"Shh, love you don't have to say sorry, if you ever want me to stop just say it and I will stop"

"Cmon let's get cleaned okay?" You hummed a “Mhm” agains his shoulder "I'm so sorry baby" he whispers against your hair.

He gets up, leaving you in bed,the puts the sheets over your body, he puts his boxers, and walk to the bathroom, the las time you heard was the water running into the bathtub.

While you where sleeping in the bed Vinnie prepares a bath, with warm water to help your sore body, some slow music,a red bathbomb making the water look red, a couple of candles on the sink and bubbles, a lot of bubbles.

He makes sure everything was perfect for you, the goes to the dorm again, caressing you cheek waking you up. "Hey love" "Hey" you say in a sleepy tone, "let's get you cleaned up, how does that sound?"

"Mhmm perfect" he kiss your forehead and carry you in bridal style to the bath tub, both of you get inside the warm water, Vinnie grabs a sponge and puts some soap in it, massaging your shoulders and washing your arms, chest and back, when he finish he cleans the soap with water, giving little kisses on your shoulders and nape. "I'm so sorry..." he mumbles against your back "I'm truly sorry, I would never hurt you in that way, and I'm sorry that a make you say the safe word" "Vin I promise that it's okay, when I say the word you stopped and help me, you take care of me and give me all your attention, I promise that it's okay" you smile at him, leaning back on his chest,moving head to look at him,he looks back at you making eye contact, "I love you so much Y/n" "I love you too Vin" he leans down and give you a little kiss on your forehead, another on your left cheek and the last one on your lips,that one a little longer than the others.

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asociallyawkwardteen · 4 years ago

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FACE - Woosung/Sammy Kim - Drabble

Kim Woosung/Sammy Kim x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Word count: 2,5k

Summary: After a long semester of uni finally comes to an end, y/n and her friends are able to go out again and have fun. A fun night out turns into something very beautiful.

(Also I would like to apologize for any errors, english is not my first langugae so please have mercy on me ^^’)

~Hope you like it!

„Finally!!! We are done with all those stupid exams!!!” your friend Coco shouted once you got back to your apartment from Uni after having your last exam for this semester today.

“Hey, you do know that we have neighbors, right?” you giggled, hitting her in a playful way.

“Yeah, yeah, but aren’t you glad that we finally can relax?? We should celebrate it!”

“Of course I am glad, silly. So how do you want to celebrate surviving another semester?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet but I want to do it tonight! Otherwise it’s not as much of an celebration.”

“Sounds a lot like you want to go drinking, huh?”

She smiled at you sheepishly, “Maybe…”

“Okay so a girls night out it is?”

“Eeeeh…” she started hesitatingly, blushing a little

“what do you mean ‘eeeh’?”

“How about…”

“Wait! You want to ask the cute guy from our history class out, don’t you??” you said wiggling your eyebrows at her

“Heyy!” she punched your arm, “what I was going to say was: we could gather a few of our friends… and maaaaybe also hajoon…” she got quieter during the end mumbling the last word.

You grinned. “Well you can invite some people I guess, still don’t have a lot of friends that aren’t also yours here” you smiled a little embarrassed at yourself hearing that coming out of your mouth after being here for already one and a half year.

“Oh just not too many please… I’d like to still keep the circle small tonight.” you added

“Sure thing she said, sitting down on the couch and already looking through her phone for the right people”

Some time passed and you used it well by taking a nap, seemed like the best idea since you’re probably gonna be out the whole night. However, your peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by Coco barging in your room exclaiming that she finally had the perfect selection of people.

You mumbled a half awake “Shoot” and nuzzled your head back into your pillow.

“Okay so, since we want a rather small group this time, I made sure that I selected them very carefully!” She listed a few of your friend group to which you just nodded to, still half asleep.

“And-I-also-might-have-asked-Hajoon-if-he-was-free-and-he-is-joining-us!!” She quickly spat out hiding her face in her hands squealing like a little kid.

You grinned at her, “glad you finally had the guts to ask him out!”

“That’s not all thought, I thought that since I would be a little occupied with hajoon tonight I though I would invite someone for you too! BUT- Please don’t hit me now okay!”

You slowly opened your eyes looking at her kinda pissed already. “And who would that someone be?”

“Sammy…” she mumbled

“HUH?!?!” now it was really over with your beauty sleep, you shot up in your bed looking at her in disbelief. “Sammy?, you… mean Sammy Kim?? Your freind from highschool, who I had nothing but awkward interaction with since I met him last year?”

“Awkward Interactions?” she giggled, “ if that’s what you call love at first sight but no clue how to handle it, yeah sure you guys had some AwKwArD InTeRaCtIoNs. And now don’t act like I didn’t realize how you two were looking at each other that night, plus how often you too hung out to sTuDy.”

“No No No, he really helped me out with my photography project back then, and you promised me that we would never speak of that night again!” Just as you finished your sentence Coco’s phone made a ding. She opened it and grinned once again.

“Oh come on you both have the hots for each other but your are both to scared to admit it and I like the effect you have on each other, you both are like creative chargers for one another. I’ve yet to see you procrastinate when he is around and you have heard his music improving yourself, do you think that comes just out of nowhere? Huh? Whatever he just texted that he is coming tonight so this discussion is over!”

You looked at her with wide eyes and your heart skipping a beat. You definitely have a crush on Sammy and yeah maybe that happened the first time you met him BUT you were just never really the relationship type of girl, plus you didn’t plan on staying in Korea after Uni so you didn’t want to get to attached to something/someone plus you liked things the way they were up until said night. New Years Eve Party to be exact. You and Coco had a party at the Apartment and most of your friends were wasted at 1am already and Sammy and You also had quite a bit to drink, one thing led to another and you only remember waking up next to him in your bed, all cuddled up together with and hunch of what could have happened. Luckily you two were up before everyone else thinking nobody noticed but of course Coco knew the second she looked at you once she woke up. Sammy had to leave quickly that day because of some issues with brother, who wanted to visit him on New Year’s. Ever since than you two tried to keep it casual by not addressing it at all and kind of ignoring each other and your feelings for one another a bit. Until now apparently.

You sighed falling back into your cozy bed once Coco left your room.

~Time skip~

You pushed the thoughts of the night ahead to the side -mostly for Coco since she was worried that you were actually mad at her.

To proof her wrong you put on a smile and you two started to get ready together while blasting music and starting to pre drink a bit. It felt so good though to finally have the time to go out with some friends again after all that studying and stress with exams, just getting ready with your roommate was already so much fun.

Soon your uber came and you were on your way to the club where Coco told the others to meet you. You saw Sammy already when from the car, and your heart stopped a beat. He was just leaning against the wall, headphones in and on his phone. You took a second to admire him before the car came to a spot where you guys could get out. Coco saw him as well form where you two were and tried to scare him since he wasn’t aware of his surroundings, but she failed.

You greeted Sammy with a warm hug, thinking that he would probably feel your fast heartbeat but you always hugged him to say hello and you didn’t want to make things more weird. To your surprise you could feel his heartbeat as well, which weirdly calmed you down a bit.

You too still kept a bit of a distance for now just making things seem “casual”, clearly aware of the tension between the two of you. You got a table at your favorite club and soon drinks started to flow. Your group had an awesome time dancing, drinking, catching up and just enjoying your freedom for now

The DJ was great and constantly playing what you wanted, a couple hours went by and your friend group started to get smaller, one after the other leaving with someone they flirted with for about half an hour. Oh and Coco was all tangled up with Hajoon just as you both expected. You didn’t care about all of that too much just enjoying yourself on the dance floor and chatting a bit with Sammy while still continuously ordering drinks.

Of course some dudes tried to hit on you especially while you were dancing, overflowing with confidence but you just told them to get lost, you were really not interested in any of them. You were really just here to have fun but as you caught a glimpse of the way Sammy was watching your every move you smiled a bit to yourself.

You both were a bit buzzed by now, it being around 1:30am and most of your friends, well actually all of them already gone. The club was still buzzing and you were in no way ready to leave yet, neither was Sammy. It may seem a bit boring to just stand at a table watching a girl dance for hours, only taking breaks to pee or take another shot, not for him tho. Watching your body float over that dancefloor, never missing a single beat, smiling with closed eyes. And every time you were sick of a song you made your way over to him smiling with sparkling eyes in which he could get lost in forever. Every time you would come over you two had a shot or two and every time you went back on the dancefloor you tried to convince him to come with you. He came with once or twice, wanting to stay there with you the whole night just being weightless together but he knew that if he kept dancing with you and already being a bit drunk, he would want more and he wasn’t sure if you were okay with that so he stayed at the table.

At around 3am your feet started to hurt from all the dancing in your heels and you were feeling pretty dizzy, still not wanting to stop dirinking. Sammy knew by the way you came back to him that you were ready to leave and get some food somewhere.

“Sammy…! Wanna grab a bite somewhere?!” you shouted in his ear hoping he would understand with all the loud music and people talking.

To be completely honest he didn’t understand anything over the loud music and his own spinning head but he knew what you wanted so he just nodded and you two left. Once you stepped out of the club you both took a deep breath an looked at each other for a second. In this moment the only thing you wanted to do was kiss him, get lost in his touch and never wake up from it again but instead you just smiled at him and repeatedly said that you were hungry.

Sammy was in the same position, he knew that soon he would not be able to contain himself if you keep looking at him with those intense eyes of yours. He laughed at you being a whiny baby and took your hand to lead you to your guys’ favorite 4am drunk-food place. You both knew that he initially just wanted to yank you a bit in the direction you had to go yet you kept walking hands interlocked up until you got to the food place. It just felt so natural that none of you wanted to let go, so you kept it that way for a few moments longer.

You two kept chatting a bit while enjoying your food. For the few other people in the restaurant you two just looked like a regular couple acting all cute together, feeding each other and giggling while still ordering a few drinks. The owner of the restaurant actually thought you two were so cute that she gave you another soju-bottle for free, “For the lovebirds” she said as she put a the bottle down and winked at you.

You looked at each other with big eyes and you started to giggle since you were still pretty drunk. You took the soju with you and left the restaurant after paying. You were not ready to leave one another yet but you remember that Sammy had that great view from his apartment rooftop so you went there, on the way your hands found each other again and you just walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

You set up everything and settled down on the roof with your soju and a blanket just starring into nothing. Soon the two of you were cuddled up listening to each other’s breath.

You sighed “I missed this, you know?”

“Missed what?” he tried playing dumb

“This.. you… us..” you mumbled into his chest trying to hide your blushing

“Me too” he said while running his hands through your hair.

You lifted your head to look at him in the dim light just taking in his features bit by bit. He just smiled at you, slowly closing his eyes, like a cat would do. Carefully you sat up a bit and firmly pressed your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss. It was a very sweet delicate kiss, maybe even innocent, savoring every little moment of a innocent yet so powerful love. You two dragged the kiss as long as your lungs would allow it, after that you quickly nuzzled your head into his warm chest again.

“We should head inside it’s really getting cold and I don’t want you to get sick…” he softly whispered

You nodded and you packed your things to move into the apartment. It was so much warmer and just as cozy as you remembered it. You let out a yawn, stretching your body, Sammy saw his chance and wrapped his arms around you from behind burring his head in your neck. “Tired?” he asked softly.

“yeah… a bit…”

“then let’s go to bed then, shall we?” he asked while already heading towards the bedroom. He gave you his favorite shirt and shorts to sleep in, knowing you would have asked for them sooner or later, also he loved the way they looked on you. You excused yourself to the bathroom to change.

Once you locked the door behind you, you started to freak out silently a bit but on the other hand, everything just felt so right, Your bodies and minds just fit perfectly together and you were kind of mad at yourself for wanting to cut this awesome connection after it got a bit more serious. You washed you face, changed into the clothes he gave you and took a deep breath before heading back to the bedroom.

Sammy was already all cuddled up and his room looked even more comfortable with the delicate fairy-lights you gifted him last Christmas. You crawled next to him getting comfortable. He gave you another soft kiss, but you wanted more. You started to intensify it to which he gave in, you were hungry for him the whole night already so you were more than eager letting your hand slowly travel over his body an to the hem of his boxers but suddenly he grabbed your hand. A bit perplex you broke the kiss and looked at him confused.

“did... did I do something wrong?” you asked quietly “Do you not want to?”

“you didn’t do anything wrong y/n…” he gave you a peck “It’s just, the last time we did it too quickly and lost each other for a few months… And I don’t want to lose you… this... us again... is… is it okay if we just fall asleep in each other’s arms for now?”

You started to tear up a bit at his words, this was the first time he actually told you how he really felt -probably a bit because of the alcohol too but you didn’t mind that- and it made you realize how you felt as well, so you nodded stealing one last kiss before cuddling up with him and slowly drifting of to sleep while listening to his heartbeat.

~To be continued~

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shiningsagittarius · 3 years ago

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WOOOOAH, WE’RE HALFWAY THERE

(Spoilers incoming!) (These are my thoughts and opinions etc)

1 x 04

Rhonda 👀 (I guessed it was her from the trailers)

Number Two with a slingshot? Haha

“Situational awareness, please!” FINALLY someone says it, thank you Kate

God Constance’s morbid little comments will never get old

Interesting how they made Kate okay with cheating and accepting it faster than she did in the book

Behind the Curtain, Assault Alpha hdkdgsksgsksg

I love how Rhonda makes whole backstories for her undercover work 🥺 it’s such a nice addition to her character

Hey speaking of situational awareness, Milligan has none!

Ah, it seems like Number Two feels like she’s the only person that’s concerned / trying to be the voice of reason. I like how her ideals and the ideals of the rest of the adults shift over this episode

THE JOURNALING SCENE IS SO PERFECT AAAAAAAAA

Reynie asking about the SALAD to STALL jdlsgkwgwksgq

Dr. Curtain’s unamused face when he sees the bookmarks ahahaha

Constance desperately trying to signal to Kate lol

Did Kate… tape a bunch of leaves to herself?????

Reynie and Dr. Curtain talking about journaling:

Dr. Curtain shading Reynie for knowing so much about journaling hahaha

But really this scene was so tense in just the right way, with lots of humor too

“You do not know a guy!”

Number Two and Rhonda in this episode:

Ah, so Rhonda is the person paining the sign from the trailer!

“So we agree!” “About this? No.”

Rhonda is right, one small act does lead to another, and people often have to feel like they’re making a difference to stay sane. God, what an important message.

Oh yeah, Sticky is helping Kate in this version, and Reynie is helping Constance. Interesting.

“However, if things do get out of hand, I will distract Ms. De La Torre with a flash bomb. Non lethal, of course!” KATE

Uh oh, seems like the dangerous fish is not the issue here, huh Number Two?

“You will be captured! Bound! Then encaged, fed saltines!” Ma’am, are you… speaking from experience here???

UH OH, STICKY GOT CAUGHT 😰

Milligan getting little hints about his memory by knowing things that he’s not sure why he knows aaaaaaaaaaaa

Ooh, the Waiting Room is totally different 👀

It seems like the room is designed to invoke sensory hell, and I can imagine that nerves make things even worse (as demonstrated with Sticky). I like what they’ve done, though I can imagine kids might be surprised to read the book and find out what the original Waiting Room is 😅

“The aura?” “The vibe.” NOT THE VIBES AGAIN HAHA

Wait hold on, they’re both talking about work, as if this is just a workplace conflict. Please let Mr. Benedict still have adopted them!! Please let them be sisters still!!!

Constance aced the test!

23 rescue scenarios……

“Sticky only loses an arm in two of them…” “Someone loses an arm in two different scenarios?!” “Not someone, Sticky!” HGLSJDJGSKSGS

Trip to the… salt flats??

THERE’S NO-ONE AT THE WHEEL

Oh no, they’re painting over Rhonda’s sign ☹️

Young Number Two!! And she was a pool champion??

A stenographer 👀

You get sent to the Waiting Room for “disruptive fidgeting”??? Or is Dr. Curtain lying???

HE KNEW IT WAS MORSE CODE!

Nooo don’t send him to the Waiting Room again!!!!!!!!

Hydroelectric Turbines…

Ah, the Improvement is on the horizon

Aww, Number Two and Rhonda made up 🥺

REYNIE IS SO HAPPY TO SEE STICKY!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

The friendship moments…… I’m tearing up……

MR. BENEDICT READING OUT LOUD IN HIS LIL CAMPING OUTFIT!!!

“There’s a puzzle inside me… I can’t help feeling I’m missing a piece.”

(Book spoilers) AND KATE IS THAT PIECE AAAAAAAAAAAA

“A puzzle missing a piece? That’s like…” a twin missing the other twin, maybe?

He’s reading to Number Two and Rhonda on the radio, my hEART-

“All of your sounds annoy me” um, sensory mood-

THE CIPER FROM THE CREDITS-

Rote ROT,,,,,, and Constance figured it out!!

AGRO PALEO DEAR GOD

The Improvement got namedropped (dun dun dunnnn)

“Her parents must have hated her” ok Constance Contraire

RHONDA KAZEMBE

NUMBER TWO

NICHOLAS BENEDICT

How did I know Milligan would pop out of that tent XD

Milligan taking notes hdkdgsksgsksg “Posture…….”

THE SECRET ENTRANCE THAT YOU HAVE TO KICK OPEN HDKSGSKQJG

Uh-oh, Kate is in the red…

“Well, next time I see you, if I don’t know you… I knew you.”

THE KIDS TAKING THAT OTHER KID OFF THE TEAM LIKE THE GODDAMN OOMPA LOOMPAS SLSGKSFSLSGSLHA

Martina inviting Kate to play?

Oh damn I though that was The Ramones not The Cars whoops

Reynie hugging Kate!!

Wait, Martina was so impressed by Kate’s tetherball skills that she asked Dr. Curtain if Kate can stay?? Alright!

EMPRESS SUPREME MAGISTRAL OF THE FLAMING BACKHAND 👑

Wait, Sticky and Kate don’t believe Constance is hearing voices? When did this development happen? And why??? Shouldn’t they be all over that???

Oh Constance looks ready to cry 🥺

YEA THEY’RE MESSENGERS! 🎉 (…or should I be celebrating? 🤔)

The Sticky cheating plot was kinda dropped tho, at least there was some resolution in the book

I love Number Two and Rhonda’s outfits in this episode 👀

The suspense!!

TLDR:

What a great episode! We got some character development, some buildup, suspense, AND payoff, some foreshadowing, and some humor and wit mixed with drama! Definitely at least an 8.5, if not 9/10 episode! I think I’ll have to rewatch episode 3 within the context of this episode to at least try to give it a more favorable review (I’ll certainly rewatch all of the episodes marathon-style at some point). It was definitely sewing the seeds of today’s episode, not without some stumbling blocks. I’m quite excited!

WOOOOOOOAAAAHH,

(Chicken on a chair!)

#mbs liveblog #mbs spoilers #the mysterious benedict society #mysterious benedict society #mbs

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anagentinwriting · 4 years ago

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Lifeline - Part 10

Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader

Word Count: 3800+

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language

Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Thor walked up to the gate to your condo to find a couple of guys installing a camera and a gate lock mechanism. “Hello, gentlemen. Who are you, and what are you doing to my sister’s gate?” Thor asked, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Whoa, big guy.” The guy on the ladder held up his hands. “I’m Dave, and he’s Kurt. We’re from X-Con Security Consultants--” he pointed to his shirt with the name stitched on it “--and we’re installing a new security system update for Ms. Hill.”

“The lady asked for an installation, and we do it,” Kurt mentioned with a Russian accent.

“Huh, okay then, as you were, gentlemen.” He nodded, continuing through the gate and going to your front door.

You were making a batch of your mom’s cookies when you heard an unexpected knock at the door. Setting down your cookie scoop, you wiped your hands clean to answer it. “Hey, Thor. Whatcha doing here? Thought you had a shift today.”

“I do, an overnight shift,” He pointed over his shoulder. “Why are their strange men at your front gate?”

“You’re one to talk, ladies man,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You turned away from the door, allowing him to come in as you returned to the kitchen. “If memory serves me right, you had plenty of strange women over at strange hours of the day.”

“Come on, they were my friends,” Thor reasoned, following you to your kitchen. “I love women, but you know, not in a creepy way.”

“Fine, if you must know, I mentioned to Maria about updating the front gate’s security system with a code and buzzer mechanism, and she thought it was a good investment for the property. The other tenants thought it was a great idea, too, so we're all going to pitch in and help pay for the upgrades. Plus, it will help me sleep better at night.”

“Oh, so it’s an investment. It’s not because you almost hit Steve with the bat the other day.” You averted your eyes to the cookie dough bowl, chewing on your bottom lip. “This is what I didn’t want to happen, YN. I knew you would move out, and you wouldn’t feel safe and…”

“I know, Thor,” you interrupted him, your eyes connecting with his. “But, it’s going to take time for me to adjust and feel safe. This new gate code system will just help me sleep better at night because I will know who is here before I let them in.”

Thor nodded, keeping a watchful eye on you. “I understand, but why didn’t you tell me Billy contacted you?”

“I can’t rely on you every time,” You sighed, shrugging your shoulders. “I have to learn how to fight my own battles again, and you have to be able to trust me.”

“I DO!” He raised his voice, making you flinch, then he immediately dropped his voice. “It’s Billy I don’t trust, and if he thinks he can hurt you, again, he’s got another thing coming.”

“I know, I know.” You shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I just want you to know you're not alone here. You have me, Nat, Carol, and everyone else at the station.” He reached out, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You have improved so much since you arrived, and I don't want to see you revert back to your old ways. You have no idea how proud of you I am, and I trust you with whatever you decide to do. I want you to know I’m here for you.” You nodded with a small smile. “On another note, I’m glad you finally talked to someone about Billy.”

“You mean Steve.” You eyed him over, not missing the side grin appearing on his face. “Why did he tell you about what happened?”

“He was worried about you and thought I should be aware of what occurred,” Thor replied, scratching his head. “When we work these long shifts together, we learn many things about each other; Stories are told, secrets are shared, and we learn to trust one another. Although he never did say why he stopped by that night?”

“He gave me a housewarming present.”

“Is that what they call it these days?” He winked with a carefree smile on his face.

“Oh my god, STOP.” You felt your cheeks grow warm, throwing a ball of cookie dough at him. He caught it, chuckling and popped it in his mouth.

“You should see your face right now. All flushed and agitated.” He motioned to his face as you covered yours in your hands. “Your hands aren’t stopping that blush color coming through on your face. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you got a sun-burn, but let’s get to the real reason, you have a crush on Steve.”

You removed your hands from your face, staring him down. “Okay, sure…maybe I do. He’s a great guy with a caring personality but…but I’m not ready for a serious relationship.”

“Neither is he, that’s why you two are perfect for one another,” he grinned, making you shake your head.

_____

Steve startled awake from something crashing to the floor in the communal kitchen. He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes, and let out a long yawn. The last twelve hours have been a blur from the restaurant fire to a car accident to an ax-throwing competition. It felt like call after call came in with little to no recovery time in between. Steve glanced at his watch as he sat up and pulled on his boots. He sighed, realizing he only got about four hours of sleep, but lack of sleep comes with the territory. He ran his hands through his hair, walking into the kitchen, taking a seat at one of the stools by the island.

“You’re up early,” Carol commented, sweeping up a broken dish.

“A crashing sound startled me awake,” he smirked, forcing her to roll her eyes.

Carol dumped the remnants of the ceramic dish in the garbage before grabbing two coffee mugs from the cabinet. She poured coffee into each of them and handed one to Steve. Steve nodded to her as a thank you and blew the steam off the top of the hot liquid. “Did you want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or oatmeal with some peanut butter to go with your coffee?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh please, don’t act all innocent. I know you’re the one who’s been eating Sam’s peanut butter, not Bucky.” Carol narrowed her eyes at him, and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Guilty,” he smirked. “It’s so good, though, especially in oatmeal. I’m still surprised they haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Those two share a deep tolerable dislike for each other that even I can’t explain how it works. They get along but don’t get along, but somehow work really well together. It shouldn’t work, but it works. I don’t know; it still baffles me. I’m sure if you confessed, Sam would think you were only covering for Bucky anyways.” She shook her head, and Steve nodded his head in agreement.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from those two,” Steve chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee.

“YN told you, didn’t she?”

“Told me what?”

“I might have overheard you and Thor talking about it, but she told you about Billy the douche?”

“Oh...um...yeah.” He shrugged. “I went to her house after she got a call from said douche, and she almost hit me with a bat.”

“Good,” Carol chirped as Steve snapped his head to her. “Well, not good she almost hit you, but good that he doesn’t have that control over her anymore.”

“I agree.” He stared down at the contents in his mug. “Billy sounds like a real piece of work.”

She hummed in agreement. “I know you’re a good guy, but I want you to know if you hurt her, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Oh, trust me, I would never hurt her like that, but I’m not ready for a relationship.”

Carol smirked at his response, remembering you saying this whenever she tried to find you a new man. “What? Don't you like her?”

“No, no, it’s not like that at all. She’s…she’s great. It’s just…” Steve fumbled over his words.

“Oh, he hesitated,” Sam added, taking the stool next to Steve. Steve glanced at him, seeing a huge, gap-tooth smile on his face. “He’s into her.”

“It’s not that I’m not, it’s just that I have been through some things, and I know she has been through some things, very recently. I don’t want to push her if she’s not ready.”

“Well, you’re getting pushed into the friend zone, Steve,” Bucky added, taking the other stool next to him.

“Come on, don't say that...it's just...it's…”

“Called the friend zone,” Sam finished for Steve.

“Okay, fine, then why am I planning on hanging out with her later.”

“Keyword is hangout as in not a date so…” Bucky dragged on.

“Friend zoned,” Sam and Bucky said in unison.

Steve shakes his head, letting out a big sigh. “You two are unbelievable, but at least you two finally agree on something.” Sam and Bucky both looked at each other with a slight shrug and nod.

“Who are we speaking about,” Thor asked, patting Steve on the back.

“YN,” Carol smiled, forcing Steve’s eyes to meet hers.

“It’s not what you think. We were…”

“Steve wants to ask her out on a date,” Sam added, getting off the stool and walking over to the cabinet where his peanut butter was.

“Is that right? You--” he gestured to Steve with a slight smirk on his lips “--you want to date my sister.” Thor shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and filling it up. “I like you, Steve, I do, and out of all these morons, I find you are the most suitable to date her. I think Loki may even approve of you, too, but he may be skeptical of you. He might even mock you upon meeting you, but he means well.”

“Thanks, but I wasn’t asking for your permission to do anything.”

“OOOOH, Thor, are you going to let him talk to you like that,” Sam hollered, pulling his peanut butter from the cabinet and unscrewing the lid.

“I didn’t mean it to come out like that.”

“Sure you didn’t,” Thor joked with a carefree smile. “Sure you didn’t,” he stated more seriously this time, eyeing Steve over, taking a sip of his coffee.

“GODDAMMIT, BUCKY! Why do you always eat my peanut butter? It wasn’t this empty the last time I opened it,” Sam shouted, giving Bucky a stern look as Carol shot Steve an all-knowing smirk.

_____

You stepped into Jabari Tribe Training Center, hearing the whirls of the jump ropes hitting the mats and the punches hitting the heavy bags. Everything in this gym was nerve-racking to you at first, but now it excited you. This gym was a little more run-down than most and could be unpleasant to some, but you found the dedicated atmosphere inspiring.

You went to the locker room to get ready for your session, feeling your stomach tingling with nerves. Val had a last-minute schedule change at the station, so she wouldn’t be training you today; instead, she scheduled you with M’Baku, who in the ring was known as the Great Gorilla. You’ve watched him coach a few athletes, and he was intimidating. He stood tall and broad, and he’d always do his signature gorilla bark to get himself or his trainees fired up. He was a scary dude! Val knew your movements and boundaries, but this guy wouldn’t, and you weren’t sure how this session was going to go.

You grabbed your boxing gloves and walked out to find M’Baku by the ring talking to one of his athletes. “Hey, M’Baku, I’m YN. Val mentioned you would be helping me with my session today.”

He looked at you with a stern glare and nodded to his trainee that they were finished. He looked back at you with a snarl on his lip before a smile broke out across his face. “Yes, you were told right. She told me about where you are, and I will say it’s impressive since you only started a few weeks ago.”

“Oh...um, thanks,” you smiled, feeling a warmth rush to your cheeks.

“Ready?” You nodded. “Okay, we will do some warm-up exercises, hit the heavy bag, ring work, stretch it out, and call it a day. Does that work for you?”

“Sounds great.”

“And if there is something you are not comfortable doing, or you don’t know what something is just ask. I won’t bite...hard.” He let out a deep chuckle, making you crack a smile.

“I will.”

“Let’s get started.”

It was a quick warm-up with some basic stretches, squats, jump ropes, and rowing. There were a few stretches you didn’t know what they were, and M’Baku showed you what to do and explained what muscles it was stretching. He couldn’t stress enough how stretching and warming up helped reduce injury and how it would improve your recovery time. M’Baku was knowledgeable, and you could tell he loved what he did.

Every time you worked on the heavy bag, it intimidated you because it was a constant mind game with yourself. You had to think about every punch you threw, making sure to hit it with your knuckles; otherwise, you could sprain your wrist, or worse, break it. You had to move around the bag with quick feet while throwing jabs, hooks, and uppercut punches. It wasn’t a natural feeling you had with the bag like many others did; this is why you preferred sparring in the ring.

You could feel his eyes watching you as you hit the bag with your straight and hook punches. The bag moved slightly as you switched positions and hit the bag from a different angle.

“Okay, stop,” M’Baku called out, and you dropped your hands to your side. “I am not getting anything from you. You’re too quiet, stiff. Loosen up, girl, let out a grunt, roar, or better yet, bark. Do the…do the gorilla bark.” He raises his eyebrows at you, and you shake your head.

“I’m not doing the gorilla bark,” you whizzed with your hands on your hips, taking deep breaths. He stared at you, narrowing his eyes before he started barking. “Still not doing it.” He stepped closer to you, barking louder as he walked circles around you. You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath, and finally let out a bark.

His face broke into a smile, and he nodded. “Thata girl. Now get into it, have fun with it, don’t be so tense, loosen up, and jump around. I’ll demonstrate.”

He takes his position at the bag, tapping it with his glove before doing a set of punches. It was almost like watching a dance. As it swayed, he would be quick and move and then attack with a series of different shots. He looked so relaxed that it didn’t even seem like he had to think about it. It was like second nature to him.

“Alright, your turn,” He breathed, looking back at you.

You shake your head. “I got tired just watching you. You make it look so natural and easy.”

“It comes with practice, and it doesn’t help you're scared of the bag.” You nodded, giving him a half shrug. “Don’t be scared. Being scared only makes you feel weaker, so you won’t give it your all. Think of it like--” he paused, thinking “--taking a call at dispatch. If you’re afraid, you’ll overthink the situation and make a mistake. If you’re confident and think fast on your feet, it will lead to a better outcome. The more confident you are with yourself, the stronger you will become. Understand?”

“Yes,” you replied with a nod. “Thank you, I needed to hear that.”

Sparring in the ring was your favorite. It was the chance to learn how your opponent moved and how to throw a hard punch. With Val, you knew how she moved in the ring and could time when to throw a punch. With M’Baku, you didn’t know what to expect.

“We are not going to spare,” M’Baku stated as you both got into the ring. He had punching mitts on, and you had your boxing gloves on. “You’re not ready for this,” he chuckled, motioning to himself as you smirked in his direction. “We will do combo drills with your punching technique, watch your stance, and I'll give you a few pointers. I might even show you a few moves, so when you spare with Val again, she’ll wonder where you learned them.”

“I’m ready.”

You throw a few punches at his mitts. “You’re doing something wrong. Do you know what it is?”

“Am I lifting my feet?” You heaved, wiping the sweat off your forehead.

“So you do know,” he smirked, dropping his hands.

“Val is always on me about that.”

“Do you know why she wants you to keep your feet planted?”

“It keeps me more grounded and gives me better balance. It also helps me hit my opponent harder. If I don’t plant my feet, I will be off-balance making me more vulnerable to my opponent's punches.”

“Good, yes. I’m glad my coaches are teaching their trainees.” He let out a deep chuckle. “Also, remember to breathe as you throw your punches. The worst thing you can do is forget to breathe.” You nodded.

After a few more rounds of drills and a lot of great advice from M’Baku, he ended the session. You went to the side of the ring to get a drink of water.

“YN, is there a reason you wanted to learn to box or did you wake up one morning and go, ‘I want to fight.’” He asked with curiosity in his eyes.

You chuckled. “No, not really. I wanted to try something new for once instead of doing the same boring workouts. A friend of mine mentioned Val’s self-defense class, so I tried it out, and it was fun. Then, I asked her about boxing, I was sort of curious about it, and she offered to train me. Plus, it’s a good workout.”

“It is a great workout,” he chuckled. “Val is a wonderful coach and does a great job teaching that class. I’m glad you gave boxing a chance, and you like it so far.”

“It’s been fun,” you smiled with a nod. “And thanks for coaching me today.”

“Anytime,” he said, waving it off.

M’Baku's other client showed up, so he told you what stretches to do to cool down and to drink plenty of water. Good hydration leads to better recovery. It was really different working out with M’Baku, but it was a good different. He came off as intimidating and cold, but he was the complete opposite. He was knowledgeable and helpful, and you couldn’t wait for your next session with Val to show her the moves he taught you.

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“Anyone have any exciting plans for the evening?” Thor asked, unloading the duffle bags from one of the hatches of the truck.

“Have a drink or two, and fall asleep on the couch,” Val stated, patting him on the back and walking over to restock the ambulance.

“Going to dinner with my girl,” Bucky winked with a smile on his face.

“When are we finally going to get to meet this woman? I would like to have a conversation with her about what she sees in you.” Sam joked from the ambulance, earning an eye roll from Bucky.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself.” Bucky pointed to the door, forcing Sam to get out of the back of the ambulance and see Nat at the door.

“Good one, Bucky, but I’m being serious. When do we get to meet her,” Sam questioned, looking back at him. Bucky shook his head as Nat went over to Bucky and kissed him on the lips.

“Does that clear everything up, boys and girls? Bucky and I are dating.”

Steve smiled at them and got back to work reorganizing the hatches while Thor nodded, giving them a thumbs up.

“How...wait...when did this happen?” Sam narrowed his eyes at them.

“We have been dating for a couple of months now,” Bucky smiled down at Nat beside him.

“Way to go, Buck. Didn’t know you had it in you to handle her,” Val saluted him from the back of the ambulance.

“Nat, what the heck? I thought we shared a common enemy.”

“Sorry, Sam.” She shrugged with a tight smile.

“And here I thought you two were going to keep it a secret,” Steve hinted.

“Wait, you knew?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of old news these two.”

“Congratulations, but can everyone get back to work, so we can head home,” Carol redirected everyone, earning mumbled replies.

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You laid on the couch, turning a page in your book, when there was a buzzing sound at your front door, signaling someone was at the front gate for you. You got off the couch and looked at the new little monitor installed by the door to see Steve waving at the camera. You smiled, buzzing him in. You quickly glanced down at your worn-out t-shirt that had a few holes in it and decided to run up the stairs to find a sweater to cover it up. You were a hot mess, but you didn’t want to look like a hot mess. He knocked on the door as you came down the stairs to answer it.

“Hey, Steve! What's up?”

“I was in the neighborhood, and Thor told me about the security upgrade, so thought I'd check it out.”

“I didn't know you were into security systems,” you smirked, crossing your arms across your chest, leaning against the door frame.

“Oh yeah,” he huffed out, nodding his head. “I am very tech-savvy; whenever I don’t know something, I just Ask Jeeves.”

“Wait, Ask Jeeves?” You narrowed your eyes and burst out laughing. “That search engine with the Butler?” He nodded with a slight shrug, putting his hands in his front pockets. “That’s still around? Isn’t it ancient!”

“Is it?” He chuckled, his signature smirk tugging at his lips. “I’ve used it since high school, but I think the butler retired because it's called Ask now.”

You shook your head, laughing at his subtleness. You glanced over your shoulder at the blank tv screen and back at Steve, biting your lip. “I was actually gonna watch a movie if you wanted to join me.”

“Ahh--” he shifted back and forth on his heels “--yeah, sounds fun.” You nodded, opening the door and inviting him in.

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Thanks for reading part 10! Looks like her and Steve are finally having a little date/hangout night?! Do you think Steve is getting friend zoned like Bucky and Sam suspect, or do you think he will finally make a move? Or will it be her? I thought it would be funny to throw in that old search engine, Ask Jeeves, some may remember it, some might not have any idea what it is. But I thought it would be a funny throwback and a joke about Steve's age! It's like using map quest and printing out directions instead of using the GPS these days! 😂😂 And what about Thor showing up and being the supportive brother after finding out what happened. He is definitely trying to be better, and he still has no problem teasing her a little bit! Haha! We also found out who the real peanut butter thief was, thanks to Carol for being the observant one! Haha! And isn’t M’Baku the best!! Anyways, comments, likes, and reblogs always welcome. Thanks again!

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sasuhinasno1fan · 3 years ago

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The way you had your hair reminds me- Zutara Week Day 1

My second Zutara Week though I hope I can actually finish it this time. I decided I really wanted to do something with Katara doing rhythmic gymnastics so I decided that since most of the prompts fit, I’ll do a sort of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo AU. It’s a good kdrama if you’ve never heard of it. trying to fit 16 hour long episodes into 7 days is gonna be interesting. I’ll warn you now and let you know there will be onesided LuTara but for like a day maybe. I haven’t written that day yet so we’ll see. This will end in Zutara happieness, I promise. Anyway, enjoy. Hair

Zuko crawled carefully as he wiped down the windows. Most of his classmates didn’t want him anywhere near an open area, especially with his limited vision but he’d just gotten his bandaged taken off and he wasn’t about to let it hinder him.

Without them on, he didn’t see Mom flinch at the sight of them, though the massive burn wasn’t any better. The fights between his parents weren’t either and Azula’s teasing was starting to be hurtful more than playful. He wanted it all to stop. If he pretended that things were ok, maybe they would be eventually.

“Hey scarface!” Zuko looked over, 3 of his school bullies storming over. He tried not to flinch, already knowing what they were going to yell at him about. They’d been doing it all day. “We lost the race thanks to you!”

Zuko used to be more confident. But after the burns, a few harsh words and he’d start retreating back down into himself. These bullies took advantage of it. During their Sports Day yesterday, Zuko had dropped the baton in the relay race and ran in the opposite direction, away from the bullies yelling at him.

“Mr. Reversal, can’t believe you’re so stupid.”

“You need a walking stick, scarface? Huh?”

Zuko felt one of them shove him and he expected to hit the window frame. Instead, he went flying out the open window. Years later, Zuko would mostly remember him being caught by an older man with darker skin, most likely from one of the Water Tribes, with kind blue eyes, who held him as he burst into tears and two younger children. The boy patted his back, telling him not to worry because his sister would take care of it and the girl screaming up at the bullies from the ground floor. Her long braid swung back and forth as she shook her fists and threatened to do violent things to them. her eyes seemed bluer than her families, like the clearest ocean.

He didn’t know they’d slip back into his life years later. That the little girl who threatened bullies for a boy she didn’t know, would become so much more important to him.

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Zuko unlocked his bike, trying not to feel discouraged. It was hard not to when he’d been disqualified from another competition for having a panic attack. Every time he walked onto the mat, his hearing would go wonky and he’d start seeing double, not to mention his heart beating like it was trying to escape his chest. As a result, he’d always forget to sault his opponent and the referee.

Along with being propositioned to train an up-and-coming fencer to get onto the national Olympic team – which he refused because how was he supposed to help someone when he could even finish a match – all he wanted to do was collapse onto his bed. He could already tell that during training tomorrow, he’d have to deal with snide remarks from Jett. How that guy became captain, he’d never know. He knew if he just beat him in training like always, it would piss him off even more and with the school’s Sports Day coming up, he was not in the mood to do the worst event for the Fencing Department.

He climbed on his bike, adjusting his kit sitting on its place but stopping himself from peddling back to campus when his phone rang.

“What Sokka?”

“So, the results of the match went up. Jett wants to talk to you; says he’s got the prefect thing for you to do to make up for your loss. The rice lifting challenge.”

Zuko had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. The idea of the lifting challenge was to carry as many bags of rice and the industrial size, like the one the school cafeteria ordered and hold it for as long as possible. Usually, the Karate Department would be the one to win, fencing never even coming close.

“I’m not going.” Zuko said, making up his mind.

“What?”

“I’ll hang out at Lu Ten’s office or something, but I’m not going. Not to the crapshot of a meeting or to Sports Day. I don’t care what he threatens me with. I’m only coming back to drop my kit off.”

“Um, well I actually heard Mai was back. Didn’t make it past the preliminaries for the national team I hear.”

This day couldn’t get any worse.

“Screw it, I’m not coming back for the next few days. I’ll be with my uncle if you need me.”

“Wait! Ask Toph to do your event for you. it would put the Weightlifting Department in danger of losing but most of those guys don’t like her anyway. She’d love a chance to get back at them. come back to campus and ask her and then I’ll take you out for lunch. At my dad’s restaurant. You love his marinated salmon.” Sokka said, trying to entice his roommate.

Zuko sighed. “I want two orders. And you’re paying.”

“Done! Get here soon.”

Zuko didn’t bother answering, stowing his phone away and pushing off, heading towards Republic City Sports University.

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Effortlessly, Katara grabbed her back leg and straightened it as she did her pivot. She kept her balance as she came out of it and continued to twirl her ribbon. Her coach nodded.

“Very good. You’ve been practising. Your balance is better. Now I want to see if your fouettés have improved as well. If you want a chance at placing first and getting noticed by our sponsor and qualifying for the national team preliminaries, your routine can’t have any mistakes. Ty Lee, pay attention. I’m testing your fouettés as well.”

Katara looked over at the girl dressed in pink, who was pouting down at her matching hoop, Suki patting her on the shoulder. While Katara and Ty Lee weren’t friends, it was hard to not bond over being singled out by their coach.

Katara stood at the ready, twirling her ribbon as she readied herself when the door burst open.

“Azula!” Ty Lee cried.

Azula Lung was the student with the most sway in the whole school. Her father was the Prime Minister of the Fire Nation and while he didn’t hold much power in Republic City, since all powers were equal, that didn’t mean much at the University. She got the best room, private transport to competitions and rules didn’t apply to her. She could boss around any coach, even though she was in the Karate Department. There’d been rumours that her place was bought, until her first competition where she creamed everyone. She was her department’s ace. In fact, she managed to take the Weightlifting Department’s old gym for the Karate Department, which started a massive feud between them. she was rude and arrogant and somehow, one of Ty Lee’s best friends.

Katara noticed a girl standing next to her. She was dressed in all black, the only colour being the red of her nails. She looked incredibly bored and only looked annoyed when Ty Lee launched herself at her.

“Mai, you’re back!”

“Mai has returned from her qualifying competition for the national team. We’ll be taking Ty Lee with us. Problem?” Azula announced.

“No of course not. Except, Ty Lee, you were supposed to show me your routine for Sports Day? Since you’re our department’s cheerleader.”

Azula scoffed. “Sports Day, waste of time. She won’t be attending. You, blue peasant.” Katara balked at that and narrowed her eyes. “You’ll be taking her place. Problem?”

Katara opened her mouth to say, yes big problem, but all the girls of the Rhythmic Gymnastics Department crowded around her, suffocating her with their hands.

“None at all.”

“Thanks Katara!” Ty Lee said, scooping up her bag and dashing off, Mai following and with a raised eyebrow that spoke of her superiority, Azula leaving as well.

“You can’t argue with her Katara.”

“She’d have you removed from the school. I heard she got a person’s whole family business shut down for pissing her off. Do you want that for your dad?”

“Her dad might be the Prime Minister, but he’s practically a mafia boss.”

Comments like this floated over her head, as well as ones telling her they’d help with making a routine for Sports Day, which was in a few days. All Katara could think about was how completely unfair this all was.

And she let it out too once training was concluded for the day.

“It’s completely insane how she can just lord over them like that!” she said, harshly untangling her hair from its bun.

“Easy, you’re gonna rip your hair out.” Suki said, stopping her from tugging at it more and helping to pull half of it into a bun like she usually wore it.

“She’s a student. A sophomore at that. Where does she get off acting like she’s the greatest thing in the world? Just cause her dad is a Prime Minister? So is mine!”

“I thought Water Tribe issues fell under Yue’s dad’s jurisdiction?” Toph, a member of the Weightlifting Department asked, her hand holding on tightly to her guide dog’s harness. She was just as well known as Azula, due to the fact that she was blind but was still one of the highest climbing Weightlifting competitors at the school. She beat all the senior’s bests within her first month.

“Yeah, only because the South is smaller. That’s not the point! The point is, she does whatever she wants and doesn’t get in trouble for it and it extends to her friends too. I have a competition coming up soon and instead of working on my routines for that, I’m going to be learning choreo for a routine for one of the dumbest traditions of Sports Day.”

“Oh,” Toph said, a massively mischievous smile on her face, “well you won’t think it’s stupid when you hear what I heard. Wanna take a guess as to who’s the Fencing Department’s cheerleader?”

Katara looked over at Toph, who’s smile was growing maniacal. Usually that meant someone was going to get embarrassed as hell. It usually tended to be Sokka.

“Wouldn’t it be one of the girls?”

“Nope.” Toph shook her head, popping her p.

“Is it-?”

“Katara, watch out!”

A guy on his bike and panicked look as he turned the corner, thankfully started the veer off course at the sight of her. She still stumbled over her feet and fell to the floor, her hands pricking in pain as they were scratched. Thankfully though, her jacket took most of the damage. The guy on the other hand, had to shove his bike off his feet, rubbing at his shin.

She took in the pale skin, paler than Toph’s and dark hair surrounding his face. It didn’t stop her from noticing the large burn surrounding his right eye. she noticed that his school jacket was the same one Sokka wore, meaning he was in the Fencing Department.

“You should be more careful.” She meant for it to come out a bit nicer, but the anger from dealing with Azula slipped in.

clearly the guy didn’t enjoy being yelled at as he snapped back. “I didn’t see you.” he seemed to rethink his anger and continued in a calmer voice. “Are you ok?”

ok, now she felt bad about snapping at him. “I’m fine.”

“Oh, what up Sparky?” Toph asked, seeming to brighten as she figured out who almost crashed into them. her guide dog Badger, lead his owner over and with surprising accuracy, Toph punch the guy on the arm.

It was a little scary how well she could do that.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Hey, tell me. Seen his skirt yet? I know he doesn’t shave his legs so please tell me he’s going all out for this.”

The guy sighed. “Thought Sokka told you not to tell anyone.”

“Sokka? He’s the Fencing cheerleader? That’s why he’s been borrowing my hair pins? Those things are expensive.” Katara interrupted.

Toph burst into laughter, clearly enjoying herself while Suki looked thoughtful.

“So that’s why he asked for makeup advice. Suddenly Sports Day is looking a lot more fun.”

“Speaking of which, I’m going back to my room before Jett finds me to let me know my event. Oh, Toph wanna annoying your department?”

“Always.”

“Take my spot for the Rice Lifting event. I’ve dealt with way too much to even put up with Jett today.”

Katara furrowed her brow, wanting to say something about the fact this guy wasn’t going to participate but then she noticed Toph’s smile dropped a little and her punch was definitely softer the second time she hit him.

“Done deal Sparky. Tell your old man I’ll see him later.”

“So who was that?” Suki asked as the guy finally took off.

“Zuko Lung, not related to the royal brat. I go to his old man’s tea house sometimes. He’s Sokka’s roommate apparently.”

“Oh yeah, he’s a pretty good fencer from what I hear. Weird though, I haven’t seen his name in the announcement of students placing.” Suki said.

She had a point. Katara never remembered seeing anything either. She also found it a bit strange Sokka never dragged his roommate to meet the rest of them. there was something about Zuko though that seemed familiar. It was on the tip of her tongue but nothing came to mind. Oh well, for another day then.

“Hey, let’s go find Sokka. Maybe if we catch him off guard, we can get him to agree to let us wax his legs.”

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“I hate you.” Sokka mumbled, hiking his cheerleading skirt up. Katara bit her lip to keep from laughing at the crop top he was in. apparently, he pissed off their department captain by telling him that Zuko wasn’t participating and Toph was taking his place, so his new uniform was worse than his last.

She tossed her braid behind her, trying not to think about how young she must have looked. She had her hair like this when she was younger since it was much easier to put it into a bun. Her own uniform was rather pink for her taste, but Ty Lee basically guilt tripped her into wearing it since it already been bought. She was still annoyed at this, even more so when she found out her new roommate was Mai. The dark and depressing girl was apparently in the Archery Department and Sokka, who’d been in that Department before transferring to fencing, said she was undefeated. Yet she didn’t get past the first round of preliminaries to get onto the national team.

“Hey Sokka!” Aang, a member of the Track and Field Department came bounding over, his own skirt floating around his legs. “Katara, you never told me how much fun a skirt can be. Took me a while to find boxers that weren’t too long but still.”

“I’m glad your having fun Aang. At least someone is.” She said, smirking at Sokka.

“You deal with 3 hours of having your hair ripped out and then come talk to me.” Sokka snapped. “Ugg, I’m gonna kill Zuko. This is all his fault.”

“Wow.” A familiar voice said. Zuko was in casual clothes, carrying a cooler. Next to him was a man, with a squarish face, the same gold eyes and dark hair as Zuko, though his hair was pulled back into a top knot. “See if I bring you anything ever again.”

“You know Jett will kill you if he sees you.”

“He can’t do anything. My uncle called to pull me out for the afternoon. This is work, we’re delivering ice tea for the Fencing and Track and Field Departments. Aang, next time, don’t put your order late at night.”

Aang looked embarrassed. “Sorry. You were already gone when I got back from training. I was going to order for the Rhythmic Gymnastics department, but I know how conscious your coach is about sugars and such.” He said, looking at Katara.

“It’s ok. I’m stealing one though, I deserve the extra sugar for being in this outfit.” She said, walking over to Zuko and opening the lid on the cooler. She noticed he was staring intently at her face.

“What elementary school did you go to?” he asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

“Did you go to Ba Sing Se Preparatory?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“You screamed at those bullies.”

Bullies? Wait. It hit her like a thunderbolt, why he looked so familiar. His burn was a bit more faded but she couldn’t believe he forgot him. He’d been pushed out the window by bullies and her dad, would come to drop off lunch for her and Sokka, managed to catch him before he hurt himself and she’d screamed at the bullies from the floor.

“Holy crap. That was you!” Sokka said, “you had like no hair then!”

“Sokka!” he’d disappeared from class for a few weeks and when he came back his hair was cut so far back that it made his bandages stick out more.

“Yours was in a braid then.”

She was confused for a moment when she realised, he was talking to her. Yesterday her hair had been out but now it was in the same style she had it in as a child.

She’d always wondered what happened to him when Zuko suddenly disappeared for good one day. She’d didn’t think she’d find out now.

#zutara week #zutara week 2021 #weightlifting fairy kim bok joo #AU #rhythmic gymnasit katara #fencer zuko #fencer sokka #weightlifter toph #runner aang

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ga-yuu · 3 years ago

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~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 4~

Chapter 3

----Part 1----

Kurama: "Nonsense. Strength is a gift. The strong are born strong and are a threat to the weak. Take it on a whim and eat it to the bone without a second glance. That's the way it is."

Yoshino: "I don't know about that. Isn't it true that those who are strong in the now, were once weak?"

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1. I'm not a person who gives up....(+4/+4)

2. If I don't believe in the possibility....

3. Just because I was born weak...

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Yoshino: "I'm not a person who gives up...."

Kurama: "You can't just chalk it up by saying 'I won't give up’. .....It's the fact."

A strong wind blew as Kurama spreads his wings.

I closed my eyes tightly, and the next minute when I opened it, Kurama was already high up in the sky.

(He's gone.)

Yoshino: "Well, now that we've declared war, it's time to get stronger."

..........................

(Phew, that took quite a while.)

As I hurried downhill to return back to the Imperial Palace.....

Shigehira: "....! Yoshino-san!"

Morinaga: "You look fine! We were worried."

Yoshino: "Shigehira-san, Morinaga-san!"

Feeling relieved, I ran up to them.

Yoshino: "Thank you for coming to pick me up."

Morinaga: "......!"

(Um?)

Morinaga: "No, nothing. That's right! We were here to pick you up."

Yoshino: "Well, actually..."

(That's right. They would feel doubtful that I already knew they were looking for me.)

Shigehira: "Just so you know, I wasn't in the mood to search for you or anything... I just didn't want you to cause problems for being so vague..."

Morinaga: "Says the guy who came to me panicking saying that 'Yoshino-san is missing. This is a big deal."

Shigehira: "No..I..."

(? really?)

Yoshino: "Thank you so much, both of you..."

Shigehira-san's white cheeks flushed slightly.

Shigehira: "I mean, I heard you went to pick some herbs, but looks like you didn’t get any. But that doesn’t mean you should disturb the rest of us by being late!”

(Ah....Maybe they found the basket I threw at the demon in the forest when it chased me.)

Yoshino: "Actually, a lot of things happened..."

Morinaga: "What do you mean?"

I told them about the demon that chased me and Kurama, who rescued me.

Shigehira: "Ngh....... You really do love getting into trouble, huh?"

Yoshino: "Sorry."

Morinaga: "Calm down, Shigehira. After all, Yoshino is safe. That's more important."

Hands were placed on either side of my shoulders melts my heart with warmth.

Shigehira: "I'll tell you what. .......we’re getting late."

Yoshino: "....Yes."

Shigehira-san's distant concern was also clearer this time.

Morinaga: "Let's go back first. You can tell the rest of the story on the way."

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In the evening of that day, at the Imperial Palace....

Yoritomo: "Thanks for coming back before dinner."

After my report of the morning incident, the second meeting of the day was held in secret.

Yoritomo: "Report back to me with the results."

Morinaga: "Yes. We sent out a search party but as expected, Kurama seems to have left Kamakura far behind."

(Just as he said.)

Even though he was saved, Morinaga-san and Shigehira-san had already reported that I had tried to hide Kurama from them.

I felt guilty and looked down gently.

Tamamo: "As for the demon that attacked Yoshino, I went to the scene to check it out, but the signs were already gone."

-----Part 2-----

Tamamo: "As for the demon that attacked Yoshino, I went to the scene to check it out, but the signs were already gone. It seems to have been a demon powerful enough to do harm to humans. In front of Kurama, he would have had to be blown away without a shred of his soul."

Kagetoki: "We have investigated the area and there have been no reports of any suspicious damage."

Yoshino: "If there was a demon, like that, someone would have noticed..."

Shigehira: ".....I wonder if it's a recent inhabitant."

Tamamo: "I can't be sure about that."

Yoritomo: "Continue to survey the land on a regular basis. I'd like to think this whole fiasco was just a coincidence, but we don't have enough to go on."

Kagetoki: "Yes, sir."

Yoritomo: "Yoshino."

Yoshino: "Yes."

I'm going to be reprimanded for my carelessness---I'm ready for that.

Yoritomo: "Well done."

Yoshino: "Eh?"

Yoritomo: "It was only by your cleverness that you were able to run into Kurama and come back safely."

(Huh....)

Yoshino: "I was just overlooked because I was weak."

Tamamo: "Still, one wrong choice and you would not be here. If he had raised his voice at the sight of Morinaga or Shigehira, blood would have flowed without question."

Morinaga-san and Shigehira-san also looked at me warmly.

Tamamo: "It would have been better if I had gone with her. I'm sorry I put you in danger, Yoshino."

(Tamamo...)

Yoritomo: "What do you think about Yoshino, Kagetoki?"

Kagetoki: "......."

I tense up when I see a pair of smart eyes looking at me through glasses.

Kagetoki: "The collection of medicinal herbs for the Shogunate has not been accomplished, has it?"

Yoshino(blushing): "...! I'll pick it tomorrow. Well...I'm going to have to ask someone to come with me in case something goes wrong."

A smile crept across Kagetoki's thin lips as he watched me think for a moment and added----

Kagetoki: "Is it not a sign of stupidity to be able to suggest improvements from failure? Her willingness to contribute voluntarily to the Shogunate was also unexpectedly positive. .....Congratulations on your survival, Yoshino."

(---At one point I wondered what was going to happen, but I never thought I'd get such warm words from all of you.)

Yoritomo: "Take the rest of the day off."

Yoshino(blushing): "But first, may I make a request?"

(I don't want to spoil it like this.)

On the back of my eyelids, apart from the horror, I had a vivid impression of Kurama.

Yoritomo: "What is it?"

Yoshino: "I want to practice using my powers so that I won't be intimidated in front of demons. So will you ...... ................. ..........."

Everyone(Making the Pikachu meme face): ".................................."

I slowly began to speak my thoughts to everyone who looked at me in surprise.

........................

A few days later----at the Rebel's mansion.

Kurama: "Hey! Yoshitsune, get up."

-----Part 3-----

Kurama: "Hey! Yoshitsune, get up."

Yoshitsune: "Mm...thirty minutes more...."

Kurama: "You said the same thing thirty minutes ago."

Yoshitsune, who had been dozing in Kurama's room, finally raised his eyelids in a daze.

Yoshitsune: "Still...sleepy...."

His purple crystal-like eyes, more hazy than usual, caught sight of Kurama sitting up.

Kurama: "You're a rebel general, so act like one. Why do you often sneak into my room to sleep?"

Yoshitsune(expressionless): "I feel calm when you're by my side. I always have."

Yoshitsune, who said in a serious voice, curls up like a cat, seeking warmth.

Kurama: "You are old enough to tackle your own nightmares."

Yoshitsune(expressionless): "Do you remember, Kurama? When I was a kid, you used to wrap me up in your feathers, when I was sick."

Kurama: "I don't remember."

As Yoshitsune lazily relaxes beside him, Kurama picks up a sake cup from the tray beside him.

Then he drank the liquor in it like it was water.

Yoshitsune: "It's not good for your health."

Kurama: "You're the only one in this world who gives health advice to demons, Yoshitsune."

Then-----

Yoichi: "Here’s your lost and found property~ ♪ “

Benkei: "Yoshitsune-sama!"

Without even asking, the sliding doors of the room opened and Yoichi and Benkei stepped inside.

Yoshitsune: "Hm?"

Kurama: "Now the noisiest ones are here."

Benkei: ".....! Kurama, you..."

When Benkei saw Yoshitsune sitting upright, his eyes suddenly became very sharp.

Benkei: "WHY ARE YOU NOT TAKING CARE OF YOSHITSUNE-SAMA WHEN HE WAS SLEEPING? WHAT IF HE CATCHES A COLD? HUH?"

Kurama: "All creatures are born naked. That's the way nature is. It is a sign of weakness to catch a cold."

Benkei: "You said it, you bastard. From now on you'll be naked."

Yoichi: "Haa...they both are such a pain in the ass and I’m not in the mood to separate you."

Yoichi shrugs his shoulders.

Yoichi: "Hmmm....Maybe I should leave you guys to yourself and sleep here with Yoshitsune-sama."

Kurama: "Get out. This room can only accommodate up to 2 people."

Yoichi: "Aww...so that means only Yoshitsune-sama can enter?"

Yoshitsune(expressionless): "Really? Kurama. Thank you."

Kurama: ".............."

Kurama looked unusually out of sorts as Yoshitsune stared at him nonchalantly.

Kurama: “So, Benkei, Yoichi. Have you both come to ruin my peaceful time?”

Benkei turns to Yoshitsune, his expression tightening.

Yoshitsune instantly understood his intention and straightened his posture.

Benkei: “I have news for you, Yoshitsune-sama.”

Yoshitsune: “Let’s hear it.”

The lazy atmosphere from earlier has naturally disappeared from Yoshitsune.

Benkei and Yoichi felt it, and their skin twitched.

Benkei :”-----There are indications that a prelude to the war against the Shogunate is about to break out.”

.......................

Morinaga: “Go on Yoshino. Pull the reins.”

Yoshino: “Mm, Yes.”

I pulled the reins of the horse I was riding to a halt in response to a shout from Morinaga-san, who is riding ahead.

Morinaga: “Good. I think you now know how to ride.”

Yoshino: “Thanks to you, I’ve managed to get used to it.”

(If I keep practicing like this, I’ll manage to stay out of trouble on the battlefield.)

Morinaga: “Mm. I’m glad. Big brother is proud of you.”

(I’m happy that Morinaga-san is complimenting me.)

Morinaga: “Now, let’s go down that slope!”

-------Part 4------

Morinaga: “Now, let’s go down that slope!”

(Ehhhh)

Yoshino: “It’s too steep!!!”

Morinaga: “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it soon. The basics are the same, but you have to be careful about shifting your center of gravity, as I’ve just explained. Just gulp it down and let it go.”

Yoshino: *Gulps*

Soldier 1: “I feel sorry for Yoshino-san.”

Soldier 2: “I don’t want her to get hurt.”

Before I knew it, I heard shouts of sympathy from the soldiers who have gathered behind me.

Soldier 3: “YOU CAN DO IT, YOSHINO-SAN!!!

Soldier 4: “MORINAGA-SAMA IS A DEVIL!”

Morinaga: “Look, how everyone’s being cheerful. YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE DOING 500 BARE-KNUCKLE FIGHTS, FOLLOWED BY A ROUND OF FISTICUFFS.”

Soldier 5: “Damn it! YOSHINO-SAN, IF I GET HURT, PLEASE PATCH ME UP!”

Yoshino: “I’LL BE FINE, BUT YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL NOT TO GET HURT FIRST!”

It was a pleasant surprise to find that, as I learned to ride, I soon became acquainted with the warriors who came and went from the palace.

After the soldiers had left like a storm....

Yoritomo: “Is your training over, Yoshino, Morinaga?”

Morinaga: “Ah, Yoritomo-sama!”

Yoshino: “Did something happened?”

Yoritomo: “I was passing by and happened to see you, so I thought I’d give you the good news. As you wished, I had Yasuchika prepare a demon for you to slay. We can practice using your fox powers when he comes here.”

Yoshino: “Thank you very much! I’ll do my best.”

(Tamamo gave me some tips on how to use it, so now it’s just a matter of practice, right?)

At that time, when I was shining with a new determination......

Shigehira:��“Ah, there you are, Yoshino-san.”

Yoshino: “Shigehira-kun!”

Shigehira: “.....Ah, Yoritomo-sama is also here.”

Yoritomo: “What is it, Shigehira? Came here ‘by chance”

Shigehira: “No I’m not! Don’t tease me for everything.”

Morinaga: “But when did ‘Shigehira-san’ become ‘Shigehira-kun’?”

Shigehira: “Urm.....”

Yoshino: “No, no, Shigehira-kun at first told me not to use any honorifics, but I can’t take advantage of his kindness.”

Some time ago I began to help with the chores in the palace.

In this connection, I exchanged a few words with Shigehira-kun, and he gave me permission to talk to him in a friendly tone.

Shigehira: “.....Since we’re friends and all, as proof, you see, I came to question Yoshino-san about her laxity in her work.”

Shigehira-kun places a document in my hand.

(Let’s see, this is the proposal on casualties on the battlefield that I spent a whole day yesterday preparing....)

Shigehira: “Here. There’s something wrong. The stockpile of medicines is different from the figures I checked yesterday.”

(Oops!)

Yoshino: “I’m sorry. But can you wait? I’ll fix my mistake later and bring it to Shigehira-kun’s house.”

Shigehira: “I can’t wait that long. If you’ve got so much work to do, why don’t you just leave it to someone else rather than making mistakes?”

Yoshino: “But I’m sorry, this is my work. How can I...?”

Shigehira: “Yes. I suppose so. No one wants to take on that kind of work anyway. So......if you have no choice, I can take care of it for you in that case.”

------Part 5-------

Shigehira: “Yes. I suppose so. No one wants to take on that kind of work anyway. So.......if you have no choice, I can take care of it for you in that case.”

(Eh?)

Yoritomo: (⌒‿⌒)

Morinaga: (◕‿◕)

Kagetoki: “----Shigehira. If you wanted to help her, why don’t you come out and say it directly?”

Suddenly a shadow appeared above me and a low voice fell.

Kagetoki: “I came to call on Yoshino, and found that there were quite a few people here.”

Yoshino: “Kagetoki-san!”

Morinaga: “Why are you here?”

Kagetoki: “I came to stop you because you’ve been holding Yoshino longer than planned. After this, it’s time for her classes on the history of samurai and the basics of the art of war.”

Yoshino: “Oh, I’m sorry. I got carried away and it’s already that time....”

Tamamo: “We’ll have to wait for that too.”

(Ah, that voice.)

Tamamo: “Yoshino must be exhausted. I suggest you give her a break.”

Yoritomo: “Where did you disappear off to in the morning?”

Tamamo: “I had some important business in town. I’ve been going all over Kamakura to buy sweets for Yoshino.”

Yoshino: “So many!?”

I can’t help but widen my eyes at the overflowing packages of sweets in his arms.

(I’m surprised, but I’m happy.)

Yoshino(blushing): “Thank you very much, Tamamo.”

Tamamo: “Think of it as a sign of my support. Here take it. I’ve also brought some of my favorite sweets to share with everyone.”

Kagetoki: “Sweets? Very well, then.......”

Tamamo: “Kagetoki, let me warn you....”

Tamamo faced Kagetoki with a rare and serious face.

Tamamo: “If you drown my carefully hand-picked sweets with your syrup....then no sweets for you!”

Kagetoki: “Why not? It will double the sweetness.”

Yoshino: “Kagetoki, why are you saying that with a relaxed face....?”

Yoritomo: “His taste buds are broken. So don’t worry about it...”

(When we are all talking like this with each other, everyone’s personality really stands out.)

----I wouldn’t have known all this if we hadn’t worked and trained together.

Yoshino(blushing): “I’ve been busy lately, but my days are full of life. I feel like I’m not alone, I’m moving forward with you.”

Shigehira: “If that’s the case, then surely that’s what it means to be one of us.”

Yoshino(blushing): “....Mm, thank you.”

I suddenly realized that everyone was smiling at me too.

Morinaga: “We must thank you too. Thank you for joining us, Yoshino.”

Yoshino(blushing): “Yes! I look forward to working with you!”

Kagetoki: “---And it was just as well.”

Kagetoki-san suddenly looked down at the document I had received from Shigehira-kun.

Kagetoki: “Because it looks like your ‘proposal’ will be live sooner than you think.”

Yoshino: “You mean.....”

Yoritomo: “You’re right. In the ‘outpost battle’ that is about to come...”

................

Same time---at Yasuchika’s mansion in Kyoto.

Courtesan 1: “Oh, it’s that child...”

Courtesan 2: “Yeah. I heard that he is in the service of Yasuchika-dono. His name is....Ibuki, I believe.”

Ibuki: “Good day, ladies and gentlemen.”

On the way back from the fortune-telling session, a group of courtesans were walking along the corridor and looked at each other.

A young boy walks past with a bouncy gait.

His long, swaying sleeves attract the eye, but his voice is surprisingly low and mature.

Courtesan 1(blushing): “Ah..... A child of rare beauty.”

Courtesan 2(blushing): “Yes. Absolutely.”

Whether he heard it or not, Ibuki continues down the corridor with a clear face.

Then the door to the tatami room opens.

Ibuki: “Yasuchika-sama, I have just finished my errand.”

Yasuchika: “Thank you for your hard work.”

After replying without making eye contact, Yasuchika lightly waved his hand to his men who had gathered.

Yasuchika: “Everyone! You can go home today.”

All silently thanked and left.

Ibuki: “As usual, the powerful Onmyoji of this court is well experienced. As expected of my ‘master.”

Yasuchika: “Stop talking like a creep, you bastard.”

The tone of voice was harsh and unbelievable for a young child.

But Ibuki didn’t show any care....

Ibuki: “How can you be so cold to a cute child? Yasuchikaaa.”

Chapter 5

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Wait, You Can Do What? Chapter 2/?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Hajime Hinata/Soda Kazuichi

Words: 5,468

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot (maybe a little plot if you squint), Trans Soda Kazuichi, Mutual Masturbation, Mutual Pining (a little bit), Vaginal Fingering, Shower Sex, Shower Head Stimulation, Roommates, Wet & Messy (Soda is just super wet the whole time), afab language, Friends to Lovers, (well it's really more like idiots to lovers), 69 (Sex Position), Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Squirting

Summary: Hajime got some negative feedback from his most recent hookup apparently, and is looking for a way to improve his next performance.

Chapter: 1, 2

Read on Ao3

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It had been two weeks since the dye incident, and while Soda was enjoying his new neon pubes, he couldn’t help but be disappointed that the dye hadn’t gotten messed up.

He was having a hard time coming up with a new excuse to get Hajime to touch him.

“Later.”

Hajime had said he would fuck Soda later, and he had been replaying that promise every night since.

Wait, was it a promise?

Do things you say when you’re super horny and knuckle deep in your best friend’s pussy count as promises?

Hajime laughed and shifted against him, pulling Soda from his train of thought.

They were sitting on Hajime’s bed, leaning back against the wall and watching some shitty comedy on Soda’s laptop. About 10 minutes in Hajime had leaned over and rested his head on Soda’s shoulder, and Soda had pretty much just been thinking about his dick since then.

Soda tried to rein himself in and focus on the movie to get his mind out of the gutter, only to find the main characters in a heated debate about the proper way to eat pussy.

Yeah, his mind was definitely staying in the gutter.

“Y’know…” Hajime shifted to sit a little straighter, head no longer on Soda’s shoulder, but arm still pressed firmly against him. “I was eating out this girl the other day, and she told me afterwards that I kinda sucked at it.”

Soda laughed to cover up the way his stomach dropped at the thought of Hajime sleeping with someone else. It wasn’t like they were an item or anything, and Soda was already well aware of the fact that Hajime enjoyed the occasional hookup, but now that Soda actually knew what he was missing out on, it was a lot harder to act like he didn’t care about Hajime sleeping with other people.

Hajime gave Soda a look that seemed… disappointed somehow, before continuing with what he was saying.

“Yeah yeah, dude, laugh it up, but going down on someone with different junk from you is hard! I’m like the king of sucking dick, but pussy is confusing, man!”

I could probably make it less confusing for you.

Soda couldn’t stop himself from imagining Hajime with his head buried between his legs, nor could he stop himself from thinking he could make that thought into a reality if he just played his cards right here…

“I mean, how hard can it be, dude? You just gotta like… suck on the clit? Maybe get some fingers up in there? Sounds easy enough to me.”

“First of all, it’s definitely a little more complicated than that. Secondly, going down on someone isn’t just about getting them off, you virgin, it’s about making it good.”

“Well getting off sounds pretty good to me.” He hadn’t really meant to say it out-loud, but the way Hajime laughed and bumped up against him was definitely worth the momentary embarrassment.

“Look, think of it this way, if you’re fucking someone do you really just want to get them off? Or do you wanna get them off and hear them moaning and calling your name and shit?”

Soda took a moment to imagine what Hajime would sound like moaning his name.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

They sat in silence for a moment, and Soda took the opportunity to imagine some of the other sounds Hajime might make with Soda’s lips wrapped around his cock. His pussy was definitely enjoying the thought of those noises, he could feel himself getting wetter by the second.

“What’re you thinking about? Your face is red as hell.” Hajime was smirking at him, barely holding back laughter.

“Nothing, fuck you.”

Hajime chuckled and shifted so he was lying with his head in Soda’s lap.

Soda felt himself blush harder.

“Still caught up on the moaning thing? I don’t blame you, it’s pretty hot.” Hajime looked up at Soda for a moment, seemingly considering something. “That’s why I want to get better at eating pussy.”

Soda swallowed around a lump in his throat.

“Huh, guess you need someone to like… give you feedback…”

“Yeah, but it’s kind of a mood killer to be like ‘hey, while I’m going down on you mind giving me constructive criticism and filling out this survey’ with like a random hook up, dude.”

“Maybe don’t do it in such an awkward way then, dude.” Soda couldn’t help but laugh. “But yeah, it’d probably be easier to do with someone you, uh, know?”

“Yeah…”

There was an awkward silence, Soda wasn’t sure if this was actually going where he hoped it was going, or if he was just thinking with his dick.

“Hey, uh… has anyone ever gone down on you before, dude?”

Oh shit, okay, maybe this was going the way he hoped. Okay, fuck, now he just had to not fuck it up. Just gotta respond and say words and stop blankly staring at Hajime.

“Um, not that I’m asking to eat you out! Just wondering if you have any pointers on what feels good…”

Fuck, he was quiet for too long and now Hajime thought he wasn’t interested. Fuck, damage control time.

“Uh, no dude… you’re uh… the only other person who’s ever gotten me off?”

Hajime’s eyes widened and his face flushed a little darker.

“O-oh.”

Fuck why was this so awkward? It was probably best just to be direct.

“Uh, but, if you’re looking for, y’know, feedback or whatever… like, I’d be down for that…”

Hajime lifted his head at that.

“Yeah dude?”

“What’re bros for, right?”

“Right.” Hajime’s grin was so wide it practically split his face in half as he slid off the bed and got on his knees between Soda’s thighs.

It actually made Soda panic a bit, he hadn’t been expecting things to move so fast and he kind of wanted to drag this out as long as possible.

“O-oh, right to it huh? No work up or anything?”

Hajime paused and looked up at him, surprised and a little embarrassed.

“Guess you’re right, better set the mood first, huh?”

Hajime stood up, but Soda only had a moment to be disappointed before he was back on the bed, pushing Soda down, and getting on top of him.

Yeah, that pretty much stopped Soda’s brain altogether, and any functions that had remained were definitely lost when Hajime leaned forward and started kissing up and down his neck.

Hajime was fucking good at this. The way he was nipping and kissing Soda’s neck definitely would have gotten him wet right away if he hadn’t already been practically soaking through his boxers.

Hajime lowered his body to press against Soda’s. He felt Hajime’s half hard dick press against his thigh and couldn’t help the little whimper of pleasure he let out at the feeling.

“See? That’s what I was talking about.” Hajime chuckled before going back to kissing Soda’s neck.

Soda wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. It felt amazing but having Hajime on top of him, pressed so close and kissing his neck almost lovingly, but it was probably going to make him say something he’d regret. Or do something… Hajime seemed pretty talented with his mouth, maybe he could convince him to give him a proper kiss…

Okay, no, gotta get Hajime’s mouth further from his own asap.

He was about to tell Hajime he could stop, that he had definitely “set the mood” already, but then Hajime started grinding against Soda’s thigh and slid his hands up his Soda’s under his t-shirt, and Soda forgot how to speak.

“Cool if I touch your chest?” Hajime mumbled the question against his neck, but slowed his movements just enough for Soda to finally be able to collect his thoughts a little.

“Y-yeah, but uh…” The way Hajime immediately stopped what he was doing and pulled back when he heard Soda hesitate just made Soda want to kiss him more. “Well, I mean, I was kinda joking about the work up thing? Like… I’m already super turned on so-”

Relief crossed Hajime’s face, followed by a teasing chuckle.

“Wait really? From just this, dude?”

Soda flushed deeply, he knew “just this” would have gotten him soaked even if he hadn’t spent the better part of the last hour thinking about Hajime’s cock, but Hajime didn’t need to know that.

“Look, I’ve just been horny since the movie started, don’t get too cocky, asshole.”

“Oh. Man, if you were horny you should’ve just said something. We could’ve been jacking off or something this whole time.”

“Well now you know, so how about we get to that ‘or something’?”

Hajime’s shit eating grin was back.

“I mean if you’re that desperate-” Hajime was cut off by Soda trying to smack him in the face with a pillow, which he caught with practiced ease. They had had many pillow fights over the years, generally over who got to pick what movie they were going to watch, and Hajime nearly always won.

Lucky bastard.

Instead of swinging the pillow back at Soda however, Hajime simply place it back against the wall as he took off Soda’s shirt and shifted lower down his body.

He kissed across Soda’s chest, taking a moment to suck each nipple and gauge Soda’s reaction. Soda was averting his eyes and covering his mouth to stop himself from making any embarrassing noises, but apparently Hajime wasn’t having that.

“C’mon dude, I already told you I want to hear you. That’s like half the point of this.”

Soda reluctantly lowered his hand a bit, only for Hajime to grab it and pin it above his head.

“Don’t cover your mouth again, alright dude?” Hajime smirked “If you do I might have to tie you up.”

Soda couldn’t help the little gasp he let out at that, and Hajime definitely noticed if his chuckling was anything to go by.

But Hajime apparently didn’t feel like teasing him about it right that second, as he simply went back to teasing Soda’s nipples.

He ran his thumbs along the scars on Soda’s chest, then kissed his way along them. The scars weren’t nearly as sensitive as his nipples, but the intimacy of the gesture made Soda moan. He tried to bring his other hand up to his mouth out of reflex, trying to keep quiet, but Hajime simply took it and pinned it above Soda’s head with the other.

“Stay.” Hajime’s face was so close to Soda’s, their lips were maybe an inch apart, and Soda couldn’t help but wonder if he would have caught Hajime staring at his lips if he hadn’t been so busy staring at Hajime’s.

A moment passed, then Hajime pulled away went back to kissing Soda’s chest.

Somehow it felt a little more disappointing than before.

Hajime began to work his way lower, running his hands up and down Soda’s sides as he kissed his stomach. Soda closed his eyes and tried to get lost in the feeling and stop thinking about how close he had been to kissing Hajime.

Hajime choose that moment to slide a hand up Soda’s shorts to tease the highest part of his inner thigh, which caused Soda to both gasp and buck his hips, trying to get Hajime’s hand where he wanted it. Hajime just laughed as he kissed along the waistband of Soda’s boxers, leaving his hand right where it was.

“Hajime, dude, c’mon.”

Hajime hummed against his stomach and took his hand out of Soda’s shorts, only to use it to start pulling the waistbands of both his shorts and boxers down. Hajime’s mouth followed the waistband down kissing every new inch of skin revealed to him.

And then the bastard stopped just as he was about to get to Soda’s clit.

Hajime left Soda’s clothes just high enough to cover his pussy, and chose instead to wrap his hands around to grope Soda’s ass, focusing his mouth on Soda’s thighs instead of where they both knew he wanted it.

Soda couldn’t help but whine.

“Dude, stop teasing! This is just cruel!”

“I’m not teasing, just wanna feel up your ass a bit dude, is that so bad?”

“You are teasing and you know it, you can play with my ass all you want while you’re eating me out.”

“Mm, good point.”

And just like that, Hajime was finally pulling off the rest of Soda’s clothes.

Once his clothes were gone, Hajime sat between Soda’s bent knees, holding them apart and just staring.

“It’s so fucking hot how wet you get dude.”

Soda just swallowed and tried to prepare himself for what was coming.

Hajime lowered himself down and placed a couple kissed low on Soda’s stomach before moving to kiss at the juncture of his thighs. He slid his hands down from Sodas knees to his thighs and gently spread them further, before finally pressing a gentle kiss against his clit.

It was hardly anything, but it still made Soda cry out, and he only got louder as Hajime kissed down his lips before slowly spreading them with his tongue and licking his way back up. When Hajime closed his lips around his clit and started gently sucking, Soda couldn’t help but bring his hands back down to cover his face. He stopped himself last second though, and settle on just gripping the sheets below him instead. Hajime watched him and gave an approving hum, lips still wrapped around his clit, which drew another breathy moan from Soda.

Apparently deciding he could trust Soda to keep his own thighs open, Hajime slid his hands back down to grope his ass again, lifting his hips a little as he did to give himself a better angle. He pulled back and replaced his lips with his tongue, keeping the contact gentle like he was trying to take things just as slow as Soda hoped he would.

“Hajime…” it was quiet and breathy, but it made Hajime sigh and close his eyes as he once again traveled lower and licked at Soda’s slit. He began increasing the pressure a bit, spreading Soda out on his tongue as he began to delve the tip into him, just a little, as both a tease and a promise. He pulled Soda’s hips a little closer as he continued, and Soda finally felt his tongue slip into his dripping pussy.

“Hajime!”

Hajime hummed again, and the little extra bit of stimulation from it felt amazing. Soda closed his own eyes and let himself get lost in it.

Hajime was good at this, anyone who said otherwise must have been lying. Soda knew he wasn’t hard to please, but every movement of Hajime’s lips and tongue felt practiced and amazing, like he knew exactly what he was doing. Honestly, that girl had probably just been trying to get Hajime to go down on her again when she said he was bad at it.

Hajime slid one of his hands around from Soda’s ass to tease his clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles while he began to plunge his tongue in and out of Soda’s pussy. Soda was worried he’d rip the sheets if he gripped them any tighter.

Then Hajime pulled back.

“Open your eyes Soda, watching is half the fun.”

Soda obediently opened his eyes and looked down at Hajime, panting, and was rewarded with a soft smile before Hajime once again wrapped his lips around his clit, sucking just a little harder this time.

“Fuuuck.” Hajime began to bob his head, and while the sensation wasn’t much different, the visuals of it were definitely doing something for Soda.

He felt Hajime slip a finger into him and didn’t even realize he was moaning his name again until he felt Hajime’s pleased humming. A second finger joined the first almost immediately and Soda couldn’t help but remember Hajime telling him how easy it was to just slip his fingers into him the last time they had done this.

I bet it’d be easy for him to slip a whole lot more into me too.

He felt his pussy clench down around Hajime at the thought, which Hajime took as a sign to suck his clit harder and finger fuck him faster. He knew he was moaning openly now, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Soda didn’t think he’d last much longer.

But then Hajime, terrible, beautiful, awful Hajime, decided to fucking stop.

“So? How am I doing?” Hajime’s shit eating grin told Soda he knew exactly how he was doing.

“Fucking great until you decided to stop, you bastard.” Soda tried to glare at him, but Hajime just curled his fingers where they were still buried deep in his pussy, which made him groan and throw his head back down instead.

“Hmm, well I wonder if…” Hajime trailed off.

“Wonder what dude? Cus if you’re wondering if you should keep going the answer is fuck yes.”

“Nah, it’s just that… well the girl who told me I suck, we were kinda both going down on each other? So, I’m just wondering if it was more of like… an angle thing? Or maybe I was just distracted?”

Soda didn’t really want to think about the girl Hajime had slept with right now, so he decided to just get straight to the point.

“So you wanna, like, 69 then?”

Hajime perked up for a second before looking a little embarrassed.

“I mean, if it’s cool with you?”

Soda had been dreaming of sucking Hajime’s cock for a long ass time, so it was definitely cool with him but…

“Um, I’m fine with it but like… aren’t you worried about my teeth?” It was something he’s been self-conscious about since he realized he was into dicks. Sure, his teeth weren’t any sharper than the average person’s canine teeth, but he knew they looked pretty intimidating, and if he had the option, he’s not sure he’d be comfortable putting his dick into a mouth that looked like his.

“Dude, you’ve shown me the way you can deepthroat your toys before, and from what I can see they’re all in one piece, so no, I’m not worried.” Hajime slid his fingers out of Soda and gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Unless you’re like actually planning on biting my dick off or something.”

“You kinda deserve it for stopping when you did.”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Hajime leaned back and started unbuckling his pants, and it was only then that Soda realized Hajime had been fully clothed the whole time. It felt pretty unfair, so when Hajime got his pants off and started getting into position, Soda stopped him and insisted he took off his shirt too.

“It’s only fair dude, I can’t be the only one naked.”

“Sure dude, you know you just want to see my tits.” Hajime laughed as he pulled off his shirt, taking a moment to cup his pecs and jiggle them a little teasingly.

Soda hated that it turned him on.

He just rolled his eyes and waited for Hajime to stop.

Eventually he did, still laughing, then, to Soda’s surprise, he laid back and gestured for Soda to get on top of him.

“O-oh… I have to be on top?” He didn’t actually really mind the idea, but the thought of awkwardly crawling over Hajime until his pussy was close enough to his face was pretty embarrassing.

“I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but in my experience it’s a lot easier to suck dick when you’re the one on top. The angles just better.”

Soda thought it over and yeah, sucking dick while flat on his back did sound a little more difficult.

“O-okay, but can you, like, close your eyes while I get on top of you then? Shit feels embarrassing.”

“To be clear, I’d love to watch, but if it’s what you want, then sure.” Hajime closed his eyes and relaxed back into the bed.

Soda swallowed and took a moment to just take in the sight of Hajime, naked and fully erect.

Yeah, that was an image he was definitely going to be dreaming of.

He began awkwardly getting himself in position above Hajime, straddling his stomach and sliding himself back until he thought he was close enough, watching Hajime the whole time to make sure he kept his eyes closed as promised.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now…”

Hajime did, and immediately slid his hands up Soda’s thighs and spread his lips a little.

“What a great sight to open my eyes to, think I could get used to this.”

Soda tried not to get his hopes up at the implication, and instead focused on his own task.

Hajime’s dick was a pretty good length, and it was nice and thick too. Honestly it was probably one of the nicest looking dicks he’d ever seen, and considering most of the dicks he saw were attached to porn stars, that was really saying something.

“Hey, you alright dude?” For once, Hajime didn’t sound like he was teasing, just like he was genuinely checking to make sure Soda was alright. It made Soda’s chest feel tight.

But he told his heart to shut up, it was horny time, not feelings time.

“Yeah dude, I’m good, just, uh, taking it in I guess?”

“Okay man, no rush, take your time.”

Soda took a deep breath to calm himself before reaching out to gently stroke Hajime’s cock.

He was a little surprised by how different it felt compared to his toys. It was warm for one thing, and it twitched and pulsed a little as he moved his hand along it. Hajime began slowly running his hands up and down Soda’s thighs, encouraging him, but not distracting him.

As Soda continued to stroke Hajime’s cock he noticed little beads of pre-cum forming at the tip. He wanted to taste them, and he was supposed to be blowing Hajime anyways so…

He leaned in and licked the tip of Hajime’s cock, enjoying both the slightly salty taste and the quiet gasp he heard from Hajime. That was all the encouragement he needed. He wrapped his lips around Hajime’s tip and sucked, not too hard, and the noise Hajime made went straight to his pussy.

He pulled back and decided to focus on the shaft for a bit, using one hand to keep Hajime’s cock in place, only to end up slipping anyways when he felt Hajime’s lips close around his clit once again. He couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips down against Hajime’s face, but Hajime didn’t seem to mind, if the noises he was making were anything to go by.

Soda tried to refocus of Hajime’s dick, kissed and licked his way back up the shaft until he could close his lips around the tip again. This time he lowered his head, took the tip fully into his mouth as he continued to stroke it with his tongue.

“Fuck, Soda.” Hearing Hajime moan his name was almost better than feeling his fingers slide back into his pussy.

He was definitely going to make him do it again.

Soda began to bob his head, taking just a little more of Hajime’s cock into his mouth with every downward motion. He wasn’t too worried about gaging, he’d been practicing this ever since he bought his first dildo, and some of the toys he had practiced with since then were even larger than Hajime’s cock. Really, the only thing he was worried about was that he wouldn’t be able to actually get Hajime off since he wasn’t sure exactly what would feel best for him…

Okay, so maybe Hajime had had a point earlier; going down on someone with different junk than you was kind of confusing.

Not that that seemed to be stopping Hajime though. All Soda could do was continue to bob his head as Hajime continued to eat him out like a pro. At some point Hajime had started fingering him at the same pace Soda was bobbing his head on his cock, moving his tongue up and down over Sodas clit at the same speed as well.

Soda decided to move a little faster, just to see if Hajime would too.

Hajime matched his pace perfectly, sucking at Soda’s clit now while he continued to work him with is tongue.

Fuck that was good, he’d have to up his game a little.

Soda curled an arm around Hajime’s thigh as he sped up a little more, using it to fondle Hajime’s balls as he slid his cock further down his throat. It earned him another one of those delicious moans of his name, and Soda felt himself getting incredibly close.

He took Hajime’s cock to the base a few times, loving the way Hajime was moaning against his pussy. Pretty soon he had to pull back for air though, Hajime had started curling his fingers down in the best fucking way and Soda was scared he’d legitimately choke on Hajime’s cock if he came with it in his throat.

“Fuck Hajime, more! Just like that, please!” He begged against Hajime’s cock, doing his best to keep working him with his hands and lips as Hajime once again picked up his pace.

Soda couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so good, Hajime had started bobbing his head like he had earlier, and Soda wasn’t sure if it was the new angle or if he was just more sensitive now, but it felt so good his arms gave out and his thighs were shaking. He rested his face on Hajime’s hip, still absentmindedly trying to work his cock.

Hajime began to speak, puling away from Soda’s dripping pussy just enough to get his words out before diving right back in.

“C’mon baby, cum for me, cum on my face like a good boy.”

The last two words stuck in Soda’s head, and replayed over and over as he came, squirting all over Hajime’s face and moaning his name the whole time. Hajime didn’t let up, fucking him faster on his fingers and circling his clit with his tongue until he was whining from overstimulation.

Hajime finally pulled back, giving Soda’s pussy one last open-mouthed kiss before shifting them both so Soda could lay back down. Soda gratefully rolled onto his back and looked up at Hajime through half lidded eyes.

When Hajime caught him looking he made a show of wiping his juices off his face and licking his fingers clean.

“Fuck dude, I didn’t know you were a squirter, that’s so fucking hot.”

Soda’s pussy throbbed in interest at Hajime’s words, but he was too out of breath to do anything more than stare.

Or at least he was, until Hajime reached down and began to jerk himself off.

“W-wait dude, I’ll- just give me a sec to catch my breath and I’ll do it.” Hajime had finished himself off in the shower, no way Soda was going to let him do it again.

“You sure dude? Cus I really don’t think I can wait much longer.” Hajime squeezed his cock to emphasize his statement, and Soda noticed it looked red and angry now, like it was literally about to burst.

But he still felt boneless, could hardly manage to lift his head…

Good thing he had a way to get Hajime off without much movement on his part.

“Fuck my face.”

“What?” Hajime looked both incredibly shocked and incredibly aroused.

“It’s fine dude, I you know I can take it.” Hajime still seemed unsure, so Soda pressed him a little further “I want you to cum in my fucking mouth, dude, please.”

Hajime swallowed, but began shifting to straddle Soda’s face.

“Just like… slap me or something if it’s too much, okay?”

“You got it dude, now hurry up and fuck me.” Soda blushed as he said it but just opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue invitingly instead of correcting himself. He figured Hajime knew what he meant, and it was worth it to see the way Hajime flushed at the words.

Hajime guided his cock into Soda’s mouth carefully, and Soda moaned around it, half because the idea of Hajime actually fucking his face was turning him on again, and half because he wanted to make it clear to Hajime how into this he was.

Hajime tried a few quick, shallow thrusts into Soda’s mouth, but Soda wasn’t having it. He slid a hand up to cup Hajime’s ass and slowly pushed him forward, encouraging him to go deeper. Hajime got the message and braced his hands above Soda’s head.

“I’m serious dude, stop me if I make you even a little uncomfortable.”

Soda hummed his agreement and sucked at Hajime’s cock a little before relaxing his throat again.

Hajime shifted forward slowly, watching Soda’s face for any sign of discomfort as inch after inch of his cock disappeared down his throat. Soda just relaxed further and continued to push him deeper.

Once he was all the way in, Soda hummed again and did his best to communicate with just his eyes how badly he wanted Hajime to start fucking into him for real. Hajime must have gotten the message, because he shifted his position a little and began slowly thrusting into Soda’s willing mouth.

Soda didn’t realize how turned on he would get, but every time Hajime thrust back into his mouth, slowly getting faster and more confident, he felt his cunt throb with arousal. Part of him wanted to make Hajime stop and fuck his pussy instead, but Hajime looked like he was getting close, and Soda didn’t want to stop him.

Hajime picked up his pace, finally fucking into Soda’s throat fast enough to create some delicious wet slapping noises as he went. He was still holding back a little as he thrust down into Soda, but Soda was enjoying himself too much to try to make him go faster.

He was touched that Hajime was being so careful, but, if he was being honest, part of him really just wanted Hajime to fuck his throat as hard as he could.

Hajime’s thrusts grew shallow and uneven, and Soda knew he was close. He brought his other hand up to Hajime’s ass, squeezing a little and pushing him forward to make sure he didn’t try to pull out.

He was serious when he told Hajime he wanted him to cum in his mouth.

“Fuck, Soda, I’m gonna-”

Soda just hummed around him and gripped his ass harder, and soon he felt Hajime’s hot cum filling his throat as he did his best to swallow around his cock.

Hajime was panting as he pulled his cock out, and suddenly Soda’s throat felt a little raw.

Maybe it was a good thing that Hajime had so much restraint.

Hajime flopped down on the bed next to Soda, throwing an arm over his face as he caught his breath.

“Fuuuuck dude, that was fucking amazing.” He turned his head to look Soda in the eye. “I’ve never done something like that before, it was fucking hot.”

“Mm, yeah.” Soda’s voice sounded a little raw and he tried to cover it with a cough, but Hajime had already noticed.

“Here, one sec.” Hajime rolled over and reached for something on his desk, squishing Soda beneath him a little as he did.

Not that Soda minded.

Hajime moved back and handed Soda a water bottle.

“You really didn’t have to do that dude, would have been more than happy to just jerk off to your post-nut face.”

“You jerked off last time too, didn’t feel right.” Soda shifted and squeezed his thighs together, trying to ignore the way his pussy was still pulsing. “Besides, I really fucking enjoyed it.”

Hajime quirked a brow at that.

“Yeah?”

“If I hadn’t already soaked through your sheets, I definitely have now okay? That was probably almost as good for me as it was for you.”

Hajime finally looked down and noticed the way Soda was rubbing his thighs together.

“Well if that’s the case, how about I return the favor?”

“Uh?”

“Sit on my fucking face dude.” Both of them blushed bright red for the millionth time that night. “I mean uh… I probably need practice with that too, right?”

Soda had honestly forgotten this was supposed to be about Hajime practicing his oral skills, and based on the demonstration he had just gotten, he was starting to suspect there hadn’t actually been a girl telling Hajime he was bad in bed in the first place…

But he wasn’t about to call him out with such a nice offer on the table.

#Kazuhina #hinasouda #soudahina #soul friends #hajime hinata #soda kazuichi #my writing #fic #trans soda #trans stuff #afab language #nsft #This is bryn's birthday present so you have them to thank for this lmao

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castleofshit · 3 years ago

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just, i want the marble hornets gang going to six flags. i want alex complaining to sara about food prices. i want jessica, amy, and jay making fun of the couples with the awful matching hoodies. i want brian trying to bribe seth and tim to go on superman with him. just all the good fluff. all good times. i hope you feel better soon, and don’t feel bad taking breaks!!

((It might take me three weeks but it's here!!!!!!!!!!! Link to the hoodie referenced in this fic :3 https://www.amazon.com/Trouble-Matching-Hoodie-Sweatshirt-Unisex/dp/B08CLYFND4/ref=sr_1_39?dchild=1&keywords=couple%2Bhoodies%2Bpink&qid=1626150560&sr=8-39&th=1&psc=1 ))

On AO3 if that is your preference

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32547058

It had been at Alex’s insistence, surprisingly. He had said that it was to help them bond, make their acting seem more natural. That some fun would finally get them in the headspace to perform well.

Some of the cast thought it was an excuse to spend time having fun, which was ultimately a good thing with how stressed Kralie had become.

Yet his mood did not seem to be improving as he sat across from Sarah at a dirty picnic table. “Five dollars for a pretzel?”

His voice was incredulous, as if the pricing had personally insulted him, rather than simply being what it has always been.

“Well, no one is forcing you to buy it,” Sarah leaned back amused by Alex’s anger for once. “But I will admit that $5 is too much for a mostly green hot dog. You could get a pack of Hebrew National for less.”

“Exactly! And the audacity to restrict outside food. It’s designed to force you to starve or pay for shitty food.”

Sara dutifully nodded her agreement as someone that Alex failed to notice settled in beside him on the chair.

“Alex, could you hand me my bag?” She asked once he had finished talking.

He reached under the table to grab the bag at his feet without hesitation, handing it to Amy, who took it and dug around for her sunscreen.

As she reapplied it as she spoke, having missed the majority of the conversation, “I think I’m going to get a snack from the concession stand, do you want anything Alex?”

Sarah knew in an instant that his tune was about to change.

“No, but I’ll grab something for you,” He spoke immediately, as though he had no problem with the overpriced nature of the water park food. “I think the pretzel is probably the safest bet,” Sarah smiled casually as she put in her two cents.

She swore Alex’s eye twitched ever so slightly despite the charade of cheerfulness he put on for Amy.

“I swear that’s the third sweater I’ve seen like that today.” Jay groaned as a woman, roughly the same age as them walked by in a black sweater that read “The Real Boss.” By now he and his two companions already knew that the matching one worn by her partner, neither of which they had seen yet, read simply “The Boss.”

Jessica sighed, “I don’t get why you would waste money on those. They’re incredibly tacky at best, an awful reminder of a break up at worse.”

Amy hummed in agreement, holding up her hand to pause the conversation as she finished chewing her pretzel. “Or a great break up reminder. Nothing screams failed relationship like the realization you were never equals.”

Jay made a choked noise where he sat while Jessica laughed freely. “You don’t think Alex would wear one of those would you?” She asked innocently.

Amy rolled her eyes, “That doesn’t matter. I’d rather be caught dead than in one of those. I bet they’re made out of that cheap shitty fabric that falls apart after one wash.”

“I don’t know,” Jay drew out, “Maybe we should go check the gift shop and find out.”

It was that easy to convince the other two, with Jessica and Jay both tired of the kid rides, but unwilling to try out any of the larger ones; Amy on the other hand was ready to spend time with other members of the group, at this point tired of helping Brian try to convince Alex and Sarah to ride the Superman with him; she knew it was a losing battle, and quietly abandoned the pair to his pestering.

That brought the group into a chilly gift shop, looking at a display of couple hoodies.

“Huh, it actually doesn’t feel too bad,” Amy commented, after holding the sleeve of one, “Kind of thick for summer though.”

“A jacket’s a jacket.” Jessica sang, “Hey check out this one!”

She pulled a grey pair off the rack.

“Think we could get Brian and Tim to wear these?”

The three exchanged looks- it might force them to attend club events across university to eat for a week or two, but it would be so worth it.

“Come on, it'll be fun,” Brian drew out the words to Tim, Seth trailing not far behind them, having already been convinced into the upcoming shenanigans by the star of Marble Hornets.

“And I already said no.” Tim stated firmly, unamused by his best friend's request. He hadn’t really wanted to come on the trip in the first place, and had spent most of it tailing near Brian, when he wasn’t busy fidgeting with the lighter in his pocket.

He ended up coming as it would be out of place for him to be the only cast member missing, and because Amy had asked him nicely (and promised to make the oatmeal cookies he adored for snacks on the drive up). Brian having listened in on the conversation, offered to even drive for him, which sealed the deal; despite Tim fully expected he’d drive back with Brian being thoroughly exhausted after the day outside.

“But I won’t be able to survive without my bestie,” Brian whined.

Seth snorted behind him, “Leave him be if he doesn’t want to go.”

Tim nodded his thanks, “Seth will make up for me, he’ll make sure you live through the experience.”

Seth mock saluted from behind Brian.

“It’s not the same though,” Brian pouted.

“What? Having an actually enjoyable experience rather than being covered in my hurl? Yeah I imagine it is quite different,” Tim was only half joking, but Brian couldn’t tell.

“Well, you’ll have to come on with us and prove it.”

Well...Tim was never one to back down from Brian’s almost dares- even if he already knew the outcome. Sometimes it really was about proving a point with that man.

Seth glanced between the pair, concern evident on his face. Just in case, he’d have to make sure he sat two rows in front of them.

“To be fair, I warned you.” Tim spoke leaning heavily against the bathroom wall, flannel damp and draped across his arm from where he had rinsed it. He was lucky to have a plain undershirt that had been unaffected.

Brian, not so much. “I didn’t think you were serious!” he exclaimed from behind the bathroom stall. He stuck his hand out under the stall, holding his t-shirt out for Tim.

Tim took it, handing Brian the still wet flannel, “That’s as dry as I could get it with the hand driers,”

Somehow the flannel had ended up less of a mess than Brian’s shirt. Brian swore it was intentional as he buttoned up the blue-black patterned shirt.

“You sure you don’t just want to throw this out?” Tim asked as he began to rinse off the green t-shirt, doing what he could to save it. He could already tell it was going to stain pretty bad.

Just as he began, a familiar shape slid up to the sink next to him.

“Hey- is that Brian’s shirt?” Jay asked, pumping soap onto his hands. Tim nodded solemnly, while Jay’s face lit up.

It was slightly concerning. “Hey Bri?”

After receiving the most irritated “What?” either had ever heard from the man, Jay almost sang.

“Jessica, Amy and I got something for you.”

Tim ended up leaving the bathroom with his still damp flannel, while Brian now wore a grey hoodie that read in bold text:

“I get us into trouble.”

Alex laughed harder than any of them, even Amy, had heard in weeks when Seth gave him the simplified version of the story.

#marble hornets #marble hornets fanfiction #alex kralie #jay merrick #tim wright #brian thomas #sarah reid #jessica locke #amy walters #seth wilson #my writing

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scabopolis · 4 years ago

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Omg congrats on 600 followers! Honestly any fake dating with Jonah x Amy would be amazing, although I love number 44 and/or 48 on your Google Docs <333

This is my first Jonah x Amy fic and I offer two caveats: 1) I’m still not sure if there is a particular vibe people who read for this pairing preferring, so...here we are, and 2) I have only made it through 4x12 of Superstore but am pretty familiar w/ what happens the rest of the series.

Prompt: “You know we’re not actually dating, so why did you propose to me in front of my family?” / “I’m sorry, I panicked.” --- Title: the scene of the complication Fandom: Superstore Pairing: Jonah/Amy Other Characters: My crippling insecurity writing for a new fandom, sleep soft mornings, dumbs being dumb (but, like in a cute way) Additional Tags: friends to lovers (or idiots to friends to lovers??), fake dating shenanigans, alternative universe where Amy’s HS pregnancy test was negative and she and Jonah met in college Word Count: ~2,100 ---

It started with a chance meeting ten years ago, and somehow it’s brought Amy Sosa here: awake in her childhood room with Jonah Simms beside her, sleeping off upwards of half a dozen tequila shots. Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised. She knew that day they met in the lecture hall that Jonah was a person who would make her life exceedingly more complicated.

And ten years later, here they are, practically leaving complicated behind in the rear view mirror.

(“What are two hopes and one fear you have for your first lecture on your first day of college?” the guy sitting to her right asks.

Amy doesn’t answer at first but this stranger just waits for her, all blinking, bright eyes and freshman eagerness. It’s barely morning. Is this her life now?

“Hope one,” she says, holding up a finger, “that I’d sit next to someone quiet. Hope two,” she holds up another, “that no one would talk to me before I managed to find coffee.” She holds up a third finger. “And this moment right here is what I feared.”

For some reason, her shortness delights him. His smile is open and affectionate, and he nods in appreciation.

“Noted.”

And Amy fully intends to never speak to this wide-eyed panda boy ever again, but then their General Psychology professor informs the class that the person they’re sitting next to will be their assignment partner for the semester.

The next lecture her partner – his name is Jonah, she learns – brings her a cup of coffee and doesn’t speak a word until she takes a long sip.

Complicated.)

Jonah snuffles in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering slightly. His hair is doing that thing it does when he’s hot or drunk or has run a hand through it too many times, where a single lock of hair hangs in the middle of his forehead. Amy resists the very real urge to brush it away. Because, yeah, she has those kinds of thoughts a lot and they also make things complicated. They’re friends. Maybe even best-friends, but definitely not ‘tenderly brush a lock of your hair away’ friends.

Do those kinds of friends even exist?

Jonah stirs again, and now that it’s clear he’s actually waking up, Amy reaches for her phone and opens Candy Crush. The last thing she needs is to get caught staring at him like some weird stalker.

“Oh, god,” he groans, his voice scratchy. He stretches out with another groan, his foot bumping against Amy’s as he does. Rather than move away, he kind of just rests it there on top of hers. And this is something she is all too familiar with. Drunk and/or hungover Jonah is yet another complication. More accurately, his propensity to cuddle indiscriminately is a very real complication.

“I need—” Amy reaches for the glass of water on her night stand and hands it to Jonah, stopping him mid-thought. “Do you have—?” She hands him two ibuprofen. “Thank you,” he says.

“You’re welcome.” She looks back at her phone.

Jonah swallows the two pills and drinks the entire glass of water, and then lays back down, curling slightly into Amy’s side.

“I made so many mistakes last night,” he says.

“I’m aware. As are your 80 Instagram followers.”

“I liveblogged it?”

“And tagged everything with the hashtag ‘best noche ever.’” He groans again and turns his face into Amy’s side. She sets her phone back on the nightstand. “What got into you?”

“Your dad is intimidating.”

“My dad?”

“Yes. Your dad. And then he and your brother kept pouring me shots—”

“I knew this had Eric’s fingerprints all over it.”

“Well, it was kind of my fault, too.”

She frowns. “What do you mean?” Jonah doesn’t answer and Amy kicks him under the covers. He looks up at her. His eyes are red-rimmed but also so sleepy and soft. Complicated. “Jonah.”

“They kept asking me questions. About you and me. And I was so worried I’d say something wrong, I kept taking shots to avoid answering.”

“You could have found me.”

“I know, but—” he trails off.

“But what?”

“I want them to like me.”

“Oh, Jonah.” She gives in and brushes the lock of hair off his forehead, and he looks up at her. “They’ve known you for 10 years. They’re never going to like you.”

“Thanks, I feel so much better.”

“I do have one more question.”

“Okay.”

“You know we’re not actually dating. Right?”

He closes his eyes and nods. “No. Yeah. I know.”

“So why did you propose to me in front of my family?”

“I panicked.”

“Panicked?”

“Your dad asked what my intentions were, and there were just so many shots.

“And that’s why you shouted ‘I intend to marry her!’?”

Jonah flips the comforter over his head. “I just got wrapped up in it all.” His words are muffled from under the comforter.

She’s glad for the moment of respite, with Jonah unable to see her. If Amy didn’t want things to careen so off track, she probably shouldn’t have agreed to let him come to her dad’s retirement party as her fake boyfriend.

(“I don’t see what the problem is,” Jonah says, spooning more cashew chicken onto his plate. “You don’t still have feelings for Adam, do you?”

“No. No. God no,” she says. “Absolutely not.”

“Alright. I’m clear on the no.”

“It’s just the last time I saw him— Well, you know.”

“I recall, yes.”

And he does. Jonah knows all about Amy’s high school boyfriend. The one she liked but never quite loved. The one she broke up with when the pregnancy test came back negative. The one she slept with again the summer after their senior year of college.

(An event that occurred in no small part because Jonah was dating Mindy and the two of them were talking about moving in together. Maybe moving to the west coast together and Amy realized there was a very real possibility she was going to be left behind.

Jonah doesn’t know that part of the story.)

Adam is also the guy who thought having sex in her childhood bedroom meant Amy wanted to get back together. He’s the guy bringing his very beautiful fiancée to her dad’s retirement party. Because he’s also somehow the guy who still helps her dad with home improvement projects. And Amy is just Amy – the one who doesn’t visit St. Louis enough, and is using her very expensive liberal arts degree to work as a survey researcher for Cloud9, meaning she’s basically paid to manipulate shoppers.

And, not that it should matter, but she’s also very single. Has been for a while now.

She mostly blames the man stealing chow mein from her plate for that. She blocks Jonah’s chopsticks with hers, and a piece of cabbage goes flying.

“Stop that,” she says.

“You’re not eating it.”

“I’m too annoyed to eat.”

“If you only ate when you weren’t annoyed you’d starve.”

“I hate you.”

She pushes the chow mein around her plate. God, when she thinks about it, this really is Jonah’s fault. If she could just find a way to get over this stupid, dumb, little crush that has creeped up – without her permission, mind you! – then maybe she could actually—

“I could do it,” Jonah says, interrupting her thought spiral.

“Do what?”

“Go with you to your dad’s retirement party. Be your fake boyfriend.”

“You think that’s a good idea?”

“I think it’s a great idea. Besides, I am very close to getting your dad to like me.”

“He’ll never like you.”

“It’s not that I didn’t like the painting—”

“—How would this even work?” she asks, cutting him off.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I think we act like we normally do, but maybe you can hold my hand and be nice to me.”

“Eww.”

Jonah smiles around a large bite of cashew chicken. She really needs to stop hanging out with him so much – he’s become immune to her insults. It’s rude.

And him as her fake boyfriend is a terrible idea. Truly awful. If Amy is looking to get over her crush and make things between her and Jonah less complicated, there are better ways to do it.

Except.

Except she kind of wants to.

“Okay. Let’s do it,” she says.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” she says decisively. “But if you try and kiss me, I’ll cut your lips off.”

“That seems like a proportionate response.”)

“So, to be clear, I told you kissing wasn’t allowed, and you thought that left proposals on the table?”

He groans again from under the comforter. It’s a little sad and a lot pathetic. Poor guy.

She pats the comforter in the area of what she hopes is his shoulder. As annoyed as she is at having to untangle these threads, it’s not his fault. Not really. She knows her family is relentless. Amy slides down and flips the comforter over her head as well.

Jonah rolls over onto his side to face her. Amy does the same.

“It was better than Adam’s proposal.”

“Adam proposed?”

Amy nods. “Ish. If I remember correctly he said, ‘I’ll marry you if I have to.’”

“Yikes.”

“Right?” It’s cozy under this blanket. Intimate even. “You did say some nice things. Even if they came out kind of slurred.”

“Amy—”

“Sexy, huh?”

“I really didn’t mean to shout that to all of your dad’s—”

“Because it’s not true?”

“No!” Jonah winces and Amy isn’t sure if it’s ‘I have a hangover’ induced or ‘I am revealing too much’ induced. “It’s true. Of course it’s true. You are very, you know.”

“Sexy on a completely objective level? Or, are you saying that you, yourself, Jonah Simms, think I’m sexy?” Jonah goes completely still. Amy isn’t even sure he’s breathing. It’s entirely uncharacteristic and a little unnerving. She pokes his cheek. “Are you blushing?”

“Big time, yeah.”

That does enough to break the tension under their blanket enclave, both of them laughing, at first awkwardly and then more genuine. Once they stop to catch their breath, Amy notices they’ve shifted closer together.

This would be the perfect moment to flee from the scene of the complication. But the complications don’t seem so terrible at this specific moment. She blames that lock of hair of his.

“How long have you held this opinion?” Jonah frowns at Amy’s question. “Regarding my sexiness?” she clarifies.

“Amy—”

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

“I just want to—”

“Really? You really want to have this conversation?”

Jonah stresses the ‘you’ and Amy knows why he does. There isn’t a topic or feeling that is off-limits to Jonah – he’d happily discuss every feeling he’s ever had. It’s her. It’s always her.

Their faces are so close they’re practically sharing the same pillow. It takes no effort at all for Amy to close the distance between them, lightly brushing her lips against his. As quick as it began it’s over, and even in the dim light under the comforter, Amy can see Jonah’s eyes blown wide. She’s sure she looks just as shocked and she’s the one who did it.

“You said if I kissed you you’d cut off my lips.”

“Which is why I kissed you.”

“Oh,” he nods. “Makes sense.” Jonah taps out a slow but erratic rhythm against the side of his leg. She just knows he’s trying to stop himself from verbalizing every single thought in his head. “To be clear, was that a friendship kiss, or—”

So Amy kisses him again. This time Jonah recovers quickly from his shock, winding a hand into her hair, his palm cupping the back of her head. It’s just unbelievably good.

“Okay,” Jonah says, his voice unsteady as he pulls away. “That answers that.” He traces her jaw with his thumb. “Any chance we could do it some more?”

Amy rolls onto her back, putting some distance between them. “I don’t think so.”

“Wait. What?”

“Your breath is awful.”

Jonah breathes into his hand and sniffs it to confirm. “What if I brush my teeth?”

Amy sighs, long and exasperated. “I suppose that would be—”

Jonah is out of the bed in seconds, scrambling for his overnight bag, and Amy presses her lips together to hide her smile. From the way Jonah smiles, soft and delighted as he backs out of the room, she isn’t fooling anyone.

So far past the point of complicated, she thinks, her heart still racing. But then again, maybe complications that make her feel like this are okay.

#simmosa fanfic #superstore fanfic #jonah x amy #jonah simms #amy sosa #amy dubanowski #I hope you like it anon!#first fic for a new fandom is always the most nerve wracking!#why is that?#p: jonah x amy #c: jonah simms #c: amy sosa #tv: superstore #otp: fresh start #Anonymous #never stories

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Today have two writing ideas, pick your favorite! 1) HCBBS fluff! Every hermit when swapping bases as like "you mean MY base", but Impulse and Stress just act like they're babysitting each other's children. (I basically just want Dadpulse and Stressmom :>) 2) More Hermit Among us! This time a fictional scenario, where Zedaph joins in one of the games. Impulse and Tango get impostor, and Zed third impostors just for them. Maybe he even finds a way to kill someone, who knows?

I decided to go with the first one (though I definitely do want to write Zed in Among Us soon), mostly because I had been wanting to do something similar for a while! I apologise that Stress’s section is a little lacking but I’m not as familiar with her. I hope Impulse’s part will make up for it! :D

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It was fair to say that StressMonster101 had been fairly apprehensive about the big move at first. After finding out another Hermit was going to have her base for a while and vice versa, she hadn’t been sure who to hope for. But it was also fair to say that once Stress had found out she would be swapping with Impulse, her excitement levels skyrocketed.

After giving each other a quick tour of their bases, Stress and Impulse separated. Her mind already racing with ideas and plans, Stress returned to her new base and went straight to the storage area, gazing down through the floor at the unfinished cactus farm as she did.

“Right!” She beamed. “This place is a little lacking in something very, VERY important: pink. Everyone needs more pink in their lives, especially Impulse.”

So the very first thing she did was swap out the blue concrete highlights around the base to bright pink concrete, followed by replacing the blue stained glass lining the walkways with pink stained glass.

“Perfect,” she said proudly, admiring her work. “Impulse could definitely use more pink in his life.”

As she went back into the base, she could almost feel the energy inside the pyramid changing, as if the whole base itself was complaining about her decision.

“Don’t you give me that,” she laughed aloud, to nobody in particular. “I’m not gonna do anything TOO drastic. I’m just babysitting you for Impulse, yannow.”

The base seemed to object to that statement too.

“You know what Impulse needs now?” Stress proclaimed to the base. “A lovely little indoor park. Working on that cactus farm has gotta be so monotonous; he needs somewhere to relax, surrounded by flowers and- OOH, I SHOULD GET HIM SOME BEES!”

She dashed off immediately to root through Impulse’s chests for flowers, mumbling to herself about how happy he would be when he saw the changes she was going to make to his base. Nothing too drastic, just some little things to improve Impulse’s daily mood and bring some more life to the place. While she couldn’t deny that the build itself was fantastic, it just lacked a certain spark that made it truly feel alive.

Stress vowed to bring this spark to the base.

...

Waking up after his first night in his new base, Impulse momentarily didn’t know where he was. Then he registered the decor and remembered what had gone on the day before and why exactly he was sleeping in a pink bed surrounded by stark white walls.

He gingerly got out of bed and smoothed down the covers. Normally he wouldn’t bother making his bed, but it felt weird not to do so here in Stress’s base.

No, not Stress’s base, he corrected himself reluctantly. My base.

He shivered. Even just thinking those words felt wrong.

After he had left the bed as presentable as he had found it, Impulse headed into the main part of the skull base and stood in the middle of the room, trying to think of ideas that weren’t too invasive. The last thing he wanted was to change something big and then have Stress hate it.

And it really didn’t help that the style of this base was so different to his own.

Glancing to his right, he spotted a slightly raised section of the floor that looked almost like a stage. Recalling that Stress, like himself, was a drummer, he got an idea.

Half an hour later, he put the last block back in place and dusted off his hands. It was time to test out his invention.

He flicked the switch in front of him and grinned as a funky beat started playing. As he stood up, he couldn’t help bouncing from side to side in time to the beat, even going so far as to incorporate some dance moves.

“She’ll like this,” he said confidently to himself. “She likes music. Ooh, maybe I should order a drumset from Beef’s shop to put around it? That’d be pretty cool.”

As he turned the lever off, he spotted the chicken Stress had spawned randomly in her base, staring at him from a few blocks away.

“Hey,” he said slowly. “Uh… you wanna dance?”

He turned the drumbeat back on and awkwardly shuffled through some dance moves.

The chicken just stared back at him.

Impulse sighed and switched off the beat. “What do you want from me? Why do you hate me so much?” He paused. “And why am I so insecure about being judged by a chicken?”

He strode past the chicken and started looking through the chests stacked by the wall, looking for anything that might spark a new project idea. All he found, however, was stacks upon stacks of building materials that only served to remind him of the base he had left behind and all the plans he had been itching to get started on.

Closing the last chest, he stepped back in disappointment. No inspiration whatsoever. Stress probably had loads of ideas for the pyramid, so Impulse felt bad that he couldn’t think of a single thing to improve his new base. He was letting Stress down already.

Something rubbed his leg, causing him to yelp and leap to the side, expecting to see a monster.

“Ugh,” he groaned, nudging the chicken away with his foot. “You scared the crap outta me, you-.” He broke off before he inadvertently called the chicken a horrible name. “Buddy, don’t scare me. Please. I’m still not comfortable here.”

The chicken cocked its head and continued staring at him.

This time, Impulse gazed back. “Are you hungry? Is that why you keep staring at me?”

He dug out some seeds from one of the chests and hesitantly held them out to the chicken, which approached him immediately and pecked them out of his hand.

Impulse chuckled and watched the chicken gobble up the seeds. “You really WERE hungry, huh? Well, maybe you’ll stop bothering me now.”

Once the chicken had finished the seeds, it turned and waddled back into the main room. It stopped in front of the lever and pecked at it.

Impulse curiously followed the chicken and flicked the lever on. “Is this what you want?”

The chicken jiggled back and forth in time with the drum beat, its little head wiggling from side to side. “There you go, you little drumstick,” Impulse laughed. “Now you’ve got a full belly, you wanna dance.”

He paused. “Hmm. That’d make a good name for you. Hey, you wanna be called Drumstick?”

The chicken looked up at him and clucked happily. Or rather, Impulse assumed it was a happy noise.

“Then I guess your name is Drumstick now,” Impulse chuckled.

Drumstick responded by laying an egg.

Impulse couldn’t help laughing at the comedic timing of the event. “Oh dear. You’re a funny chicken, aren’t you? Shall we see if we can get you a little friend?”

He picked up the egg and threw it at the wall. It burst open and a tiny chick fluttered down to the ground.

“Heeeey, you’re a mommy, Drumstick!” Impulse beamed and picked up the little baby from the ground, before bringing it over to his feathered friend. “Look. This is your baby. And I guess I hatched it, so would that make me her dad?”

Impulse blinked as he fully registered what he had just said. “Nope, don’t wanna open that can of worms today. So what should we call you?” He gently tickled the baby under its neck with the back of his finger. “You’re just a little nugget, aren’t you? Shall we call you Nugget? Drumstick, should we call your little baby Nugget?”

Drumstick clucked and bobbed her head.

“Great! Impulse, Drumstick, and Nugget, the three musketeers.” A smile spread over Impulse’s face. “Hey, you know what? You two can be my project. I’ll build you a nice little area to live in and make it look all pretty. Stress would really like that. Would you guys like that?”

Nugget responded by chirping quietly and snuggling into Impulse’s neck.

He chuckled and gently stroked her feathers. “I hope I don’t get too attached to you guys. You’re both gonna have to stay here when I move back to my base.”

Drumstick made a sad noise, as if she had understood his words. And perhaps she had.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Impulse lifted Drumstick onto his left shoulder and Nugget onto his right, ignoring the slight twinge as their claws dug into his skin.

“C’mon, gals,” he said, unable to stop grinning. “Let’s get started.”

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